A/N: Yeah, yeah, I'm absolutely horrible for starting a new story when I already have two others in progress.

This idea randomly came to me in the shower, so I wanted to share it with you all!

There will be no pairings in this story, no slash or anything. So, no GrayBat. Sorry!

Warning: Ahead are very controversial topics such as homophobia and transphobia, bullying, and language.

The villain is my OC, and I have one more OC named Drew in here, but he won't play a major part, so don't worry.

That being said, disclaimer: I do not own anything or anyone except the villain and Drew

Enjoy the story!

There are just some things in this world we can't understand. Who people love, who they choose to be, who they feel they are.

I've always wondered just how far our fear of the unknown can push someone. But, watching as your friends are sentenced to death after being locked in their own city is not how I wanted to find out.

I look up at the blond little boy in front of me. He couldn't be more than eight years old. Only eight years old and about to have the rest of his years snatched away from him. 24 hours ago those eyes weren't filled with fear. They were filled with joy as their owner played basketball in the park with his friends.

His next door neighbor was the same. Terror filled her to the surface, as tears ran down her face. She too, was playing 24 hours ago.

24 hours ago. It seemed so close, yet so far away. So much has happened that I would rather forget. So much has changed.

But then again, we weren't aware of our problem 24 hours ago…

24 hours earlier…

"Haha! Take that, you fag!" Dick looked up as Michael Hurd shoved Drew, Dick's friend, into his locker.

"I caught you staring at me during gym, you perv," Michael said to the terrified Drew. "Bet you were checking me out! I ain't interested in homos like you, fag." He drove his fist back for a punch.

"Knock it off!" Michael paused and whirled around to see Dick, his arms crossed and an expression of absolute fury on his face.

"Really, Grayson?" Michael questioned. "You're actually going to defend this homo?"

"That 'homo' happens to be my friend, so I'll say it again. Knock it off!" Dick all but yelled. Several other students were watching the exchange by now.

"I expected better of you, Grayson," Michael still had not moved from his position, his fist still posed to hit Drew's face. "I would've thought being Bruce Wayne's son would make you realize who the proper crowd is. Imagine what he would think if he saw you hanging out with freaks like this," Michael jerked his head towards Drew.

It took all of Dick's willpower not to grab Michael, slam him to the ground, and start pummeling him. But, he stayed cool and slyly responded, "If anyone here is part of the wrong crowd, it's you, Hurd. Now, unless you want to be suspended and lose your spot on the football team, I suggest you step away from him."

Hesitantly, Michael dropped both his fist and Drew. The latter slumped to the ground, fear still on his face. Inwardly, Dick smirked. With his adopted father being Bruce Wayne, he had a lot of power in the school. Nobody dared to mess with him, since Bruce practically owned it.

Michael shoved past Dick, and the crowd parted to let him through. Dick walked up to Drew and held out a hand, pulling him to his feet.

"You ok?" Dick asked lightly. Drew just nodded.

"A second later and he would've smashed me. Thanks, dude," he said. Dick just nodded. It hurt him to see the terror still present in Drew's eyes. He was usually so bright and cheery, a trait hard to come by in Gotham, home of the criminally insane.

"Come on, grab your bag. Let's go," Drew nodded and slung his backpack of his shoulder. The two walked out the school's double doors and stepped out onto the streets.

They walked down the sidewalk in silence for a bit, still processing the afternoon's events. Finally, Drew broke the silence.

"I wish they'd leave me alone," He whispered.

"I know. I do, too," Dick said back.

Drew sighed. "None of them understand. I can't help it, you know. I can't help it that I'm gay!"

"I know that, but they seriously need to get a clue."

"People don't hurt you for being asexual (Headcanon that I have). Why do they hurt me for being homosexual?"

"Well, first off, half of them don't even know what asexual is. Second, I do get hurt because of it, just not physically."

Drew sent him a questioning look. "When? How?"

Now it was Dick's turn to sigh. "When I first told people, they would always tell me the same things. 'You just haven't met the right person yet', or 'How could you not want sex? That's like not wanting to breathe!' or, my personal favorite, 'it's obviously just a medical condition, just go to the doctor and they'll figure out what's wrong with you!'"

"Wrong with you?" Drew looked at him. "There is nothing wrong with you!"

"I know that now, but at first I didn't. I thought maybe, there was something wrong with me. After all, all the other boys were talking about who they wanted to tap, and it truly didn't interest me. I looked online countless times, but they all told me I was asexual, so I accepted it."

"And you were completely fine with it?"

"No, at first not. I felt like a freak."

"What changed?"

"I saw a website. A website for asexuals. I realized there are countless people like me, and that I wasn't alone."

Drew looked up at the buildings. "I wish I could be like that. Just be comfortable in my own skin."

"You can be."

"How?" Drew seemed close to tears by this point.

"Well, first off, realize that homosexuality isn't bad. It isn't unnatural. Pretty sure if it wasn't unnatural it wouldn't exist in almost every species."

"Then?"

"Slowly begin to heal. Forget what others tell you, try to accept who you are."

"Easier said than done."

"Believe me, I know. But, you have me and Shawn and your parents and even Bruce to help you along. We are not going to leave your side, buddy."

Drew smiled at him, and he smiled back. "That was so cheesy and so sappy," Drew laughed.

"Yeah, it was."

They glanced at each other, and burst into laughter. Why they were laughing, they weren't entirely sure. But, it felt good to laugh.

Their laughter cut off as a door slammed open across the street and a voice echoed from it.

"Get out, and stay out, you ungrateful freak!" An older woman was screaming. She was holding a brunette boy around 15 years old by the scruff of the neck. She shoved him forward and he fell onto the sidewalk.

The woman slammed the door closed. Several people ran to help the poor teenager, but he shrugged them off, got to his feet, and sprinted down a nearby alleyway.

"Who was that?" Dick asked.

"A kid named Grey," Drew answered.

"Grey?" Dick turned to Drew. "That kid who hardly ever shows up at school?"

"Yeah, he is transgender, female to male, and his parents don't like it."

Dick winced. Oh, how he wished he wasn't in civilian identity. He could help these people! If only he was Robin right now, then he could swoop in and save the kid from his parents.

"Well, we can't help him now. I hope he's okay," With that, the two boys continued to walk down the street.

Against their knowledge, a teenage girl was leaning against the wall of the alley the teenage boy had run down moments ago. her black hair hid under her hood and she slowly took her hands out of her pockets.

"Gotham is far worse than I could have ever imagined," She muttered. "It's time for things to change."

She pushed off the wall and swiftly walked down the street. The girl wove through crowd after crowd until she finally reached her destination. The old abandoned library.

The girl worked around to the side of the building and climbed up the ladder that was against the wall. She opened the door on the second floor and walked into the room.

Countless of other teens scurried around on the bottom floor. They weaved in between bookcases, moving tables aside and placing various machines on the ground. They looked up at the sound of the girl's voice.

"Brothers, sisters," she called, "It is time for us to create a new era in this horrible city. To help the world enter a new age of tranquility. Let us begin our… reconstruction of this society."

Cheers rose up from the crowd of teens as the girl lowered her hood. She scanned her kin with a lavender and a grey eye. A smirk wove it's way onto the girl's face as she traced a long, jagged, scar that cut through her grey eye.

"Let the oppressors suffer."

A/N: Ok, so there is chapter one.

This is just a prologue, setting up the topic and setting. The real energy will pick up in the next chappie!

Review please! But no flames, please. Sorry if Dick was OOC.

See you all next time!

-Hogwarts914