Gotham was… To say the least, disturbing. Zia was starting to wonder how they were going pay her the amount in full every two weeks. Maybe they had some unknown resource that was a secret from the normal people, but other than that, Gotham looked pretty beat up. A warehouse was on fire in the background, as well as cops flinging their tape everywhere in attempt to keep the Gothamites away from the danger. Unknown to Zia was the fact that almost every single incident that she saw while driving down to her new apartment was The Joker's doing. The same 'Clown' she saw in her dream.
Zia parked her beloved car in the parking garage and allowed the moving truck into her second space that she got as a bonus from the apartment complex. She inhaled deeply, her nose twitching, as she smelled the ash and garbage from the fire in the warehouse. What a lovely way to spend her first day here. Aside from the obvious reasons, Zia felt as if she could care to enjoy this place. It seemed nice, and quiet, and although she would miss home, she would not miss her father and his… adventures. Maybe, just maybe would she allow herself to get comfortable here. No one knew her father here, and no one knew her. It was the perfect opportunity to come her way, and maybe, just maybe Zia would find someone who peaked her interest and didn't judge her for her past crimes. She had no idea that someone was closer than she thought.
The movers had moved everything in her apartment. From her bed, to her dining room table, and onwards until every last thing was unloaded from the truck. She paid the 150 each and let them be on their way, then threw herself down in her new living room. She hadn't even seen the place yet and she knew it was just going to get on her nerves. The walls were too clean, the rooms too white and creamy. She yearned for something more… homey. But of course, she would not receive it. She had to move into this because it was one of the 2 apartments that were in her range and fit her taste just a little bit. She would have to make this place her own because she planned on staying here for a long time, at least until she got married and had children, but that was not in the near future. Not at all.
Sighing, she began to unpack her boxes. By the time it was around seven, she had finished unpacking everything and had put everything into place, right where she wanted it. She made her bed, and then decided that she needed new scrubs for her new job. They would have to be green, maybe a light blue, but she was free to go about with the details since she was the head surgeon. Grabbing her purse, she made sure she had her ID and her wallet, and then grabbed her new keys to her apartment, only to put them on her key ring.
As she started her car, she grinned, it was still running like a champ, even after that long drive. She would have to check the oil soon, seeing as she was pretty sure she had burned almost all of it on the way here. Pulling out of the parking garage, she noticed that the streets were near empty and the sun had barely gone down. Maybe there was a curfew and she didn't know it? No, they would have told her that there was one. So, she made her way to the nearest store and ran in, making sure her baby was locked properly.
Browsing the scrubs, she smiled as she found a pair of light green with small purple butterflies on it. They were her favorite colors and they just screamed 'buy me' at her. Naturally, she just put them in her basket and made her way to the next aisle, which held a pair of purple scrubs with small green lollipops on them. "This pair would be perfect for when I'm working with a child," she said to herself.
"Yes, they would be, ma'm." She heard a voice say, she nearly jumped out of her skin, instead, flinging the scrubs in the air, before a pasty white hand caught them. She turned around, her hand over her heart and started laughing. He only gazed at her, amused.
"Sorry, you scared me. Didn't think anyone was behind me." She smiled as she took the scrubs back from him and shook her head. "Thanks." She said, before she turned around to go look at the pair next to the ones she just took.
"Why the green and purple?" He asked, lowly. He smiled at her, and for a second she saw a Glasgow smile, meaning, he had scars that made him smile. All. The. Time. She didn't betray that she saw the scars. Instead, she grinned and put the third pair in her basket.
"They're my favorite colors." She said and shugged, then stuck her hand out to shake his. "My name is Zia." Her eyed her hand before raising his. She thought he was just going to shake it, but when he lifted it up to his lips and kissed it softly, Zia held her breath.
"The name's Jack." He said, grinning as he sauntered off. She was sure her heart had stopped beating for a good while, but it was all in her head. She brought her pairs of scrubs to the counter and paid in a daze. Throwing her bag into her car, she started it and drove home, a smile on her face. Maybe Gotham wasn't going to be so bad after all. Her first social interaction in Gotham ended with her a blush and a heavy heart.
She grinned as she got out of her car, and headed into her apartment. She had stopped at some fast food restaurant and got a burger and fries. She really didn't care that it would give her a heart attack. As far she was concerned, her body weight was just fine. She liked a little meat on her bones. She could still wear a bikini and look hot in it. This was her perfect size, and she adored it.
She finished her burger and little fries and then took a shower. She was to start work the next day and didn't want to show up looking like a mess on her first day. After she had finished her nightly routine, her eyes started to droop. Crawling into her bed, she smiled and set her alarm for 3 hours before she had to go to work. That was her safety net just in case she didn't wake up on time. Her eyes closed and she slowly slipped into a fitful sleep.
So, I have some really good ideas for this story and will try to update again. R and R! Your feedback is greatly appreciated. And remember,
~CrazyisConstructive.