AN: so what do you all think so far? Good? Bad?

I'm taking it as a good considering you're still reading lulz….. anyway ONWARD HO! ((claps once and points dramatically)) yeah ok I'll just start the story ((sulks))

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Jon sighed and slung his army green rutty looking bag over his shoulder. He looked down at his fake passport and sighed. The face that looked back at him surprisingly held many similarities to him, but still. It didn't take a genius to figure out it wasn't him. With any luck though, Gotham's airport employees wouldn't ask to many questions.

He stood in line waiting to buy his ticket. It had been hell and a half trying to get the money without his dad finding out. Most of it he had stolen from his dads wallet, the rest… Jon didn't want to think about what he had to do for it. He ached in places he didn't know he had just thinking about it.

"Hey kid!" He jumped when the guy behind him nudged him forward. He looked back at him a moment before looking back at the ticket lady who looked quite irritated. She had clearly called him a few times. He nervously walked up to her playing with the passport in his hands.

"I'd like a ticket please." He said nervously. She glared at him as she chewed her gum.

"To where?" Jon paused.

"Oh um…. Boston." He said simply. She held out his hand for his passport. "Oh…" He laughed nervously as he handed her the passport. He could tell she was trying to avoid looking at his face. But once the passport was handed over, she had no choice. She looked up at him, trying not to look at the abrasions on his face. She handed the passport back.

"You're flight leaves at four thirty five pm. And will arrive in Boston at six o' five pm the same day." She said typing more into the computer. "You're total comes to ninety four dollars and fifty cents after tax." Jack looked slightly shocked.

"I only have eighty." He said. She shrugged.

"Then I guess you're out of a flight." She said as she typed more into the computer. "I can help the next person over here." She said to the next person in line. He sighed and moved over to one of the benches.

"You look upset." He looked up to see sleazy looking skinny guy as he sat next to him. "You miss your flight?" Jon shook his head.

"I don't have enough for my ticket." He said.

"Oh…. Where you going?" The man asked.

"Away." The man looked down at Jon's single bag.

"Ah… yeah I know that feeling." He said leaning back in his chair. "What's your name kid?" Jon looked up at the man. He didn't like the vibe this man was giving off. He didn't trust him.

"Jack." Jon said. "Jack Napier." The man smiled and held out his hand.

"Sal Maroni." He said holding his hand out to shake Jack's hand. Jack looked at him a moment before shaking the man's hand. "I'll tell you what. I'll give you the money you need for your ticket." He said with a smile. That smile told Jon the man clearly wanted something.

"What do you want?" He asked. "For this ticket?" Jack was sceptical about what the man wanted. Maroni stood up and moved closer to Jack forcing him to stand up in kind. Maroni put his arm around Jack's shoulder and lead him away from the benches.

"Not much…" He said. "Just a little…. Payback for it." He lead Jack to the washrooms. Jon knew where this was going.

"How do I know you'll give me the money?" Jack asked wiggling out of the mans grip.

"Trust me kid." He said. "I'm a man of my word." He laughed. Jack stared at him still not trusting him. The man smiled and pulled out a small wad of cash. He took out a fifty and put it in Jack's pocket. "There's a bit of a down payment." He said. "Do it right…. And I'll give you more." Jon looked at the wad of cash before looking at Maroni.

"How much more?" He asked. Maroni smiled and shrugged.

"Well…. That depends on how good you are kid." He laughed and led Jon into the men's restroom.

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Jon…. Or…. Jack now…. Sat on the airplane. He was shaking noticeably from his experience with Maroni. After the man was done in the restroom he offered to take Jack out for lunch. Jack, not having eaten anything in nearly fourteen hours, agreed. The man had offered Jack five hundred dollars… on the condition that Jack would go with him, and stay with him the night.

For five hundred dollars Jack had agreed. It had been the worst mistake of his life. He was torn and bleeding he knew. He could still feel the pain. Could feel the blood. He felt the money in his pocket as the plane moved forward. He closed his eyes as tears threatened to fall. He swore right then, that no matter what. Money would mean nothing to him.

He stared out the window at Gotham as the city faded out of view. He momentarily wondered if his father even noticed he was gone. Probably not. He sighed and leaned back in his seat and groaned as the kid behind him kicked it a few times. He was just about ready to turn around and snap at the kid when his mother stopped him with a quiet 'stop'.

He looked up at the little flashing seatbelt light and sighed. He watched for what seemed like forever before the light finally turned off. He took off his seat belt and pulled his knees up to his chest.

"Scared of flying?" He looked over to the old lady that was seated next to him. "My son is afraid of flying too." She said. She patted his knee. "You have nothing to worry about. You're perfectly safe." Jack scoffed.

"Yeah… I'm sure there was some old lady saying to that another kid on flight ninety three." He said. She looked exasperated a moment before turning to speak to her husband leaving Jack in peace.

He closed his eyes and leaned his head on the window, hugging his knees close to his chest. As he sat there, he thought about his mother. About what his life would be like now if she where still alive.

Would he be on this plane right now? Not likely. He'd be at home, maybe talking on the phone with his girlfriend. Planning a double date with one of her friends. He wouldn't have these scars on his face…. Wouldn't be a freak. He felt tears fall down his cheeks. He wanted to go home. Wanted to be with his mother. But that would never happen. His mother was dead his life was shit.

He had no control over that. Jack took a deep ragged breath.

'No control.'