A/N: So, this is based off a dream I had. I am warning you now it's going to get a bit ridiculous and it's ment to be that way. There will more than likely be OOC things as well, but only because it had the actors and not the actual characters. I don't know how people would react to me writing the actors as opposed to their characters so it's going to be their characters. Lol. So, if you do comment and tell me what you think don't tell me it's ridiculous and OOC. Lol. I'm also hoping this will help me with my writers block on a story I'm attempting to get out. If you want to read that, or what I have of it, my username is SPNduo67 on Wattpad. Now, without further adu, enjoy, hopefully.
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters of Gotham or any of the song lyrics that I use randomly.
The music thundered through the meeting room as people were dancing and grinding against each other. Everyone was having a good time, until an explosion caused everyone to scream and take cover. The halls of the Gotham City Conference center grew quiet. As the rubble settled and the atmosphere went back to normal a lady laying under a collapsed table let out a small groan before pushing the table and other debris off of her as she slowly got up and looked around. Things were just barely visible seeing as the only light was from a couple small windows toward the top of the room that were letting in a bit of moonlight.
"Hello?" she asked to the semi-darkness, she was greeted by her voice coming back to her. She made her way through all the debris working toward the exit to the main hallway. It was brighter out there, the generators must have kicked on the emergency lighting. When she was fully in the hall she took another look around. She let out a sigh as she realized there was no one else around. She was wearing a pair of tight fitting jeans with multiple pockets, tucked into a pair of combat boots. She had on a purple crop top with a fishnet shirt over top of that.
"Hello!" she said, this time a little louder. The strain of raising her voice caused a pain in her side. She let out a hiss and looked down to find a small gash on her left side. "The hell" she said to no one as she took off her fishnet shirt to get to the wound better. She threw her red hair up into a high ponytail to keep her hair out of her face as she looked around to find something to use to stop the small amount of blood coming out of the wound. She found the bathrooms were further down the hall. She walked toward them. On the way there she started to realize how empty the Conference centre had become, which was weird seeing as before the blast there were a couple hundred people in that section alone. She made it to the bathroom and walked in. She tried the water but nothing came out. She grabbed a couple paper towels to hold onto the wound at least. She took a look in one of the mirrors and saw a good couple cuts on her face and body along with some bruises starting to show. She shook her head before walking out and attempting to find a place that would have a first aid kit.
After a couple minutes of walking around she found the janitors closet. She went to open the door but found it locked. She took a step back and kicked the door in. She walked in and found a first aid kit. She smiled and opened it. She threw down the paper towels and got to cleaning out the cut with some rubbing alcohol. She let out a hiss as the liquid touched the wound. Once she was satisfied that it was cleaned out she examined the wound better and found it to be not as deep as she thought. She grabbed a bandage and covered it before taking a roll of gauze and wrapping it around her waist a bit tight to discourage any more bleeding. Once she was done she walked out of the closet and got to walking around more, trying to find any one else.
A/N: Well, there's the first chapter. Please tell me what you think.