Prologue
We have nothing to fear but fear itself...and of course the boogieman
-Pat Paulsen
Whoever said we have nothing to fear, but fear itself, has never been to Gotham City. I know what you are thinking, then why are you living there. Two reasons. 1. We are born here and 2. We are just too stubborn to live anywhere else. Plus, after living here for years, you take on an attitude quite like Gotham's weather. Blank and dismal. We couldn't live anywhere else. I mean, could you see a Gothamite living in Metropolis? Ha! That city is as chipper and goody-goody as the big, blue boy scout that protects it.
The city's not all bad though. You just have to get past the crazy clowns and drug lords. Oh, and a word of advice, if you see a crime just drop your head, avert your eyes, and calmly walk away. It's worked for me. Plus, learn some self-defense. I've had to use a few moves (not those kinds of moves, get your mind out of the gutter) to escape every now and then. I'm not a damsel in distress waiting for Batman or Robin to save me. *Cue eyeroll* And remember, The GCPD is about as useful as a fork in a bowl of soup.
And that brings me to my next topic: Our city's heroes. What Gothamite hasn't seen one of the famed caped crusaders? Living here you're about guaranteed to see one of them at least once. Yes, I am thankful for the job they do for this city, but really? Who is dumb enough to dress up in a spandex suit that looks like a bat and beat the ever-loving tar out of criminals? Like why? I'm also concerned about their rules. It's not okay to kill, but critical head damage is A-Okay? Personally, my hero is Red Hood. The only man willing to do what the Bat won't. Nightwing? He's Blüdhaven's Gotham reject. We didn't want him, so we gave him to our sister city. Red Robin is like a mini Batman. And Robin…. is a self-absorbed prick. Trust me, I met him once. I was. Not. Impressed. And like HOW MANY KIDS DOES THIS GUY HAVE!? It's like he put up a sign that read: "Black hair, Tragic past, or orphaned? Would you be willing to be trained and thrown out on the streets to be killed? Call-(000)-000-0000." Why?! Is he just some child obsessed sicko? He must be because who in their right mind takes little kids, teaches them to fight, and then send them out to pummel criminals? You are probably thinking I don't like heroes. That's not the case, like I said before, I respect them, yes, but I think they are weird.
And I just realized I never introduced myself. I'm Katalina "Kat"/ "Lina" Vinicio. I'm fifteen and I attend Gotham Academy. I'm a normal child with good grades, and an only child. My parents were killed when I was eleven and now, I live with my, quirky yet sweet, Aunt Janice. And…That's all you need to know about me. I mean it's not like you're going to read my life story on the next page or anything.
Now enough of my rambling,
Welcome to Gotham, where everyone's either dirt poor or filthy rich. And the air comes in two flavors: crispy or bitter. Where the rain never stops, the villains all have MAJOR issues, and your happiest day is your last. Still with me? If you are you've got more guts than I gave you credit for…kudos.
Here is where I insert some stupid cheesy line like "My story starts here" Or "it began like this" but I'm not cheesy so either read it or don't, it's up to you.
