"It could have been different." She said.
The words stuck in her mind. It could have, but it wasn't. It could never change and neither could she. Something happened that day that changed her life forever.
Jenny had grown up in Gotham City for thirteen years She had just started eighth grade. Gotham was a city ridden with crime. Gangs ruled the streets; villains ruled the allies and streets as well. The worst villain was the Joker. A psychotic circus clown was what she called him. She never worried about any villains or street gangs. Batman caught most of them. Why would they bother with a meaningless teenager? She didn't know the half of it.
Jenny's father had been a very powerful and persuasive man. He never let his wife or Jenny know what he did for a living. He was a mob boss. He had no idea that his actions would eventually have consequences. He had just recently crossed the Joker. One of the first rules you learn in the crime business was never cross the Joker. He wasn't very forgiving.
