Cybie: Hola, dudes and dudettes! Finally here! Yep, you guessed it, the second chappie of THE greatest fan fic of all time (heh…sike), "Finding Myself"!

Kris: Oh god. Spare me.

Cybie: Stop hatin.

Cybie: Yeah well I'm real happy I got to update, FINALLY! I'm hoping my updating process will go about one chapter a week, at least. Yeah so…enough chitchat and on with the damn story!

Chapter Two: La Vida Bohemia Destruido

3:10 p.m.
Gotham City
The Sum…(still)

Kristine walked casually down the dirty, crowded Gotham streets. She never could understand why so many damn people lived here. Given the choice, what dumbass would actually want to live here. She sighed deeply. Kris may have been small, but she wasn't ignorant. She damn well knew that with the average income of the Gotham residents being at the most 25 grand a year no one could afford to leave this hell on earth. And others were just like her…

'No…There's no one like me…' , she thought.

The young teen continued to walk down the full streets, reviewing the past thirteen years of her life. No one would be able to figure out that today was her birthday; she barely even acknowledged the fact herself. It's not like Henderson knew and the orphanage didn't really take the time out to take any significance to any of the seventy birthdays that had gone by during Kris's stay there, even if they were nuns. When Kristine was brought to the Sister Mary-Anne Mercy Home for Abandoned Youngsters, a.k.a Arkham Junior (as Kris had dubbed it at age three), she was an infant. Her mother was an illegal immigrant found on an import ship from Spain to Gotham. The Spanish woman was on the verge of death when she was discovered among the boxes being unloaded. They rushed the young woman to a hospital, but she died not long after arriving. Kristine was immediately enrolled at Mary-Anne. As soon as she was old enough to realize what psychos the quote ad quote sisters were, she begged god take her away. The nuns of Mary-Anne were, for lack of a better word, MENTAL. They were religious freaks, and forced the Catholic religion onto the children. Kristine could distinctly remember this one nun in particular, Sister Mary- Clarence. When Kris was about two, a young boy named Kashik was brought in. The child was about eight years old and upon attending our first Religion class, he let every one know that he was Buddhist. Now, I saw nothing wrong with this, but Mary- Clarence and the other sisters sure as hell did. She screamed at the boy till he was in tears, claiming that what he believed in was evil, and should save himself before it's too late. She then locked the poor boy in the "Chokey". Ah…the "Chokey". Yep, Kristine had had more experience with this room more than anyone else at the orphanage. The "Chokey" was a cramped, humid, foggy, overall scary room that the Mary-Anne nuns locked supposedly naughty children inside as punishment. It had needles sticking out of the sides, and if a kid got to close to the sides, BAM. One would go right through them. Only one world could describe that room. Sick. The first time Kris was put in there she was about a year and a half. And if she were your average kid, she probably would've impaled herself with one of the many pointy needles. No doubt the nuns were deranged lunatics. Every one of the kids was terrified of the sisters, especially of Mary- Clarence. Each one, but Kris. She knew exactly how to handle each sister. It was probably because of this the kids basically worshiped her, she practically ran Mary-Anne. But, no matter how much she was liked, she never had any real friends. There was nothing wrong with her, but every time she tried to get close to one of the kids, they distanced themselves. She knew it. They knew it. Everyone knew it. They were all afraid of her. Or, more accurately, they were afraid of the sisters. Kris could handle getting yelled, chased, and thrown into the "Chokey" for fourteen hours (which has happened before), but they couldn't. Getting involved with Kristine meant taking the same shit from the nuns. And that was a death wish for them.

The sisters pretty much had the opposite reaction toward Kris's outgoing, bold personality. They disliked her with every fiber their God centered lives allowed. Kris figured that that was the reason she started into foster homes at age six, that and the fact that she was extremely cute.

But, despite all this, she still kept her smug attitude, and her somewhat destructive behavior was often the reason she never stayed anywhere long. She just drove her temporary guardians to their edges. Not taking no shit form no one. She was and is to this day headstrong and proud.

The sudden shout from a woman immediately snapped Kristine out of her river of thoughts and back to reality.

"Wes! Wes, get back here! How many times have I told you not play in the street!"

Kris's head shot straight at the road. A little boy was running towards a little blue ball lying in the middle of the streets. He couldn't have been more than two years old.

The Gotham streets were unusually bare. It didn't look like the boy was in any distress; besides, it wasn't like Kris was the savior type. If that little boy got his ass hit, it wasn't her fault.

But, for some strange reason, Kristine couldn't bring herself to turn away from the sight of the little boy standing in the street clutching a little ball while his mother raced through the crowd to get to him. She especially couldn't turn away when she noticed the rather large black Ford Lincoln Sentinel with tinted windows going rather fast towards the boy.
'His mom probably won't get to him on time. And I bet the driver can't see the tiny kid',
Kris thought with a rather stoic expression on her face.

Kris tried to process why she even cared about what was going to happen, but before she could she was in the middle of the road pushing the little boy out of the way, and flying over the hood of the car just as fast. Her world instantly went black.

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