A/N: I don't own The Batman Movies or the Nolanverse. I've decided this story will read like a journal. Sarah will come back and report what she has found through her strange encounters with Jonathan.
Some things are supposed to be left unsaid and forgotten. Sometimes strange things happen that lead to an unexpected outcome. This is sort of the basis for life. I didn't expect to be involved in nefarious plots with Jonathan Crane; it just sort of happened. He had always been alone, so I assumed that it would be a good idea to get to know him. Everyone needs friends, right? High School is tough enough as it is; imagine going through your whole life without friends. That's what Jonathan did. He ignored everyone around him, and when the jocks would try to bully him, he would bypass their comments easily. I watched him for most of my life with confused fascination. I found him a sort of experiment in cultural forensics; where you study a culture, then classify the type of person in specific groups. I had classified many of my fellow classmates, but he seemed to not belong in one category. I had never wanted to approach him (I'll admit that he scared me), however on the first day of senior year, fate thought otherwise.
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September 11th , 2014
Senior year, for a lot of people, is said to be the end of torture. Never mind the fact that after that you are usually thrown headfirst into college. For me High School is easy but annoying; a lead-way into something that will really challenge me. Some people dread the idea of going to college, but I crave it. In college you are your own person and most of all the school system can't control you (for the most part). That's what I hate; the ACTs, SATs, ASSET, EOcs. They're tests that the school uses, not for the exact purpose of you, but for money from the state. Sometimes I think they just have them to make kids fail. However, I know that there are other tests in college. I'm well too versed in that fact; dual enrollment is another thing that makes me mad to no end. It's when you can get college classes while in high school. I could go on and on about what I hate about school, but I am not a person who typically rebels against the system. Today is the first day of senior year for me. I'm rambling because I don't want to go. Right now my mother is having a panic attack because I told her this.
"Why can't you just go to school?" My mother had said, "You're so close to being out of the proverbial 'hell hole.' I know that you hate it but that doesn't mean you are going to get out of it." And she just keeps on talking. She's trying to coax me out of my room.
I usually write to practice categorizing, because I want to be a forensic anthropologist one day. I know it's weird, but I am weird. Dead bodies and bugs isn't the ideal work place for most people, however I see it as a step into figuring out the unknown of the human world. It's more about discovering and studying different cultures. Right now it helps to write what I feel, but god this is NOT going to turn into one of those girly 'today I did" diaries.
But then again, I feel like I should just go get this day over with. Maybe do some math, kick some algebraic butt. I guess you can tell I'm a nerd. What am I doing? Nobody will ever see this.
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I went to school, expecting the worst, but surprisingly I had a very weird day.
In my school (probably like every other high school) the socials clubs are important. The jocks, the preps, the crazy mathletes, the nerds, etc. I happen to be in the middle of either the nerds or the preps; it's always been that way. The middle is like not choosing a side and I like being quite nice and neutral to each "squad." However, I don't always agree with the preps. They just go too far sometimes. Today they had been hardcore picking on Jonathan Crane, a fellow nerd. They do this all the time but today it was just enough for me.
"Stop it you guys," I screamed at them, "There's no need to pick on him, considering he never fights for back." The leader of the group, Brian McCalister, tried to push me away.
"Sarah, this doesn't involve you-," I cut him off,
"Bullshit Brian, stop picking on him or I will tell Stella all about you and that college girl." I didn't want this to happen on the first day of senior year.
Brian and his buddies scatter at his word, but not without the hardest of glares; I expected nothing less from Mr. McCalister. It had been less than a second, but Jonathan was already running from the scene.
"Hey, are you ok?" I asked, "I don't need pity from anyone," he replies, looking back at me with disdain, "Especially from you." Without another word he quickly paces away. And this seems to be what always happens when people try to talk to Jonathan.
"I wished for a thank you, but your manly embarrassment is good enough!"
Later that day at lunch
"I heard that you saved Crane from a serious beat up." My best-friend Megan had pointed out.
"I was tired of them getting their way." I brushed it off, but she wouldn't get over it.
"Oh, you didn't do it because you cared about Crane right?" This made me spit up some of my food. Where was this coming from.
"God no," I said in a hurry. "I was just tired of Brian's bad guy crap." She snorted in response.
"No matter how hard I try, Jonathan Crane would never be my friend."
The rest of the day went in a blur with me just thinking about all the years I had known Jonathan. We had gone to the same school for years, but I had never approached him or helped him. That's horrible of me, might I add. (IF THAT MAKES ANY SENSE) I kind of regret never trying to be friends with him; maybe if I had approached him earlier he would be different
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September 12th , 2014
Another friendship mission failed. This journal is becoming the never ending struggle of trying to be Jonathan Crane's friend.
Today was the last day of the first week of school, (such a mouthful) and I had decided earlier yesterday that I would be friends with Crane. That doesn't mean he wants to be friends with me, but I'm still trying. The plan was to confront him at lunch where he couldn't run from me, or so I thought.
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I slid into a chair at his table. He was bound to notice my presence. Just as I had started unpacking my lunch, I heard a throat clear.
"Excuse me, but you're sitting at my table. I wouldn't want you to gather a bad reputation, so run along," He said all of that with the straightest face. Who was he to think that I would leave so easily?
"I'm Sarah, it's nice to meet you." He didn't shake my outstretched hand, so I didn't leave.
"What do you want?" He deadpanned, "I'll never help you with your classwork, if that's what you want." Oh, poor soul; he had no idea of my heavenly good intentions.
"I wanted to get to know you," This got no reply from him, "considering I've never talked to you in the 17-18 years we have known each other." He didn't look convinced. I expected him to walk away, but he just sat in his chair. Ok, so this is how it's going to be? Well ill be darned if him giving me the cold shoulder would run me off.
"So, I'm Sarah. What do you want to do after this hell-hole?" He pulled a book out of his bag and refused to answer me.
"Psychology," I read off his book, "That's a cool field. The human brain. You must be very smart, considering you like that."
"Anyone could alter the human brain; they use monkeys in test trials."
"Oh, they also study monkeys in Anthropology, there's an entire field based on it..." I trail off.
He grabbed his food and started to walk away. Backfire, make a move Sarah.
"Hey," I shouted at him as he walked away, "I was talking to you!" I didn't notice that he had stopped moving, so I ran right into him.
"I have no desire being friends with you Sarah Polk." I had been surprised that he knew my last name, which distracted me so I didn't chase after him. He disappeared down the 10th grade hallway.
"That was close, Sar." Megan had appeared out of nowhere. "You almost had his affections. I've never thought of a girl trying so hard to be friends with someone who doesn't want any."
"What happened to the 'you stop him if he runs away' plan?" I asked, almost ready to blow with anger.
"You're like the only one who isn't afraid of weirdo Crane," She started to retreat as well, "So if you want him to be your friend, give it YOUR best shot. I'm just not that into knowing him."
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A/N: So thats the first Chapter! I'm excited that I'm actually going to be working on this because it's been a long time coming. This idea has been stuck in my head probably for years; the rough draft for this first chapter was even written on my old computer years ago, back when the Nolanverse Batman movies were popular stories. And I also started this in High School and then started working on it again at the beginning of freshman year of college. This means I have different views from what I once had. My opening note was the first thing I wrote for this story when I was feeling it the most, and I think I will never be able to write something like that ever again.