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Part of her had expected Jack to apologize, maybe at least acknowledge her hurt feelings but no such luck. Two weeks passed and the two had barely spoken a word beyond 'hello' or 'what time is it'. Some afternoons she would sit, tapping her pencil and watching the swirling dust motes, wishing he would just- just what exactly? Just be nice? Jessica unconsciously shook her head at the thought, Jack Napier wasn't nice, and he had never shown any desire to be nice. The entirety of two months that they'd known each other contained enough biting remarks and hard looks to illustrate the fact that he was light years away from kind. Most people would shake it off, accepting his nature and thinking themselves foolish for wanting him to be any different, but not Jessica. She sat in an angry daze, unable to understand why he couldn't provide her with what any decent human being was entitled to. But maybe he wasn't decent, or human for that matter.

"Jessica dear, Uncle Dan just asked you a question." Head snapping up at the sound of her mother's voice, Jessica realized the hunched man across the table was staring at her, clearly waiting for an answer to a question she hadn't heard. "Sorry, what did you say?"

"I asked if you were taking Calculus this semester." He said dryly, taking a swig from a bottle of coke. Jessica shook her head fervently, digging into a bowl of ice cream.

"I'm awful at Trig and logs, no way am I ever taking calc." She answered thickly, mouth full of half melted rocky road. She surveyed her burly uncle from across the table while he flipped open a magazine, her eyes caught on a freshly polished star pinned to his breast pocket. An idea occurred to her.

"That's a shame my dear, you are quite a smart girl." He was almost completely engrossed in the glossy print, his words coming out and slow and thick.

"Uncle Dan," She began cautiously, dragging his eyes away from the latest released Ferrari. "Yeah kiddo?"

"Well I was just wondering if you knew anything about this kid I go to school with…Jack Napier?" Her face flushed involuntarily as she stabbed at the once perfect globe of dessert, an alarming pull of embarrassment sweeping through her.

"Napier? The name doesn't ring a bell. Did he do anything?" His tone was one of urgency and she suddenly felt horrified at the insinuation.

"No!" She squeaked, warmth rushing her cheeks. He watched her for a second more before turning back to the article spread on the table before him.

Jessica jumped up from her plush chair and headed towards the sink; she rinsed out the half-finished ice cream and set the bowl on the counter. She was about to rush back to her room when he snagged her arm. She gave an involuntary jerk before quickly turning back to her uniformed relative. His eyes were slightly distant as he sat in deep thought. "Napier did you say?"

Jessica nodded, watching her uncle curiously. Whatever he said next would unveil all the secrets Jack kept masked, would allow her a glimpse into the incredibly mysterious boy from English.

"Oh yes now I remember, his mom left when he was little. His grandfather took out a missing persons but we all knew she skipped town." He released her arm and reached for another swig of pop. Jessica's brows furrowed, an absentee mom? That didn't really mean anything; there were plenty of kids who grew up motherless and didn't border on mentally disturbed.

"What about his dad?" She questioned, stepping back in front of him.

"Tom Napier? Haven't heard any noise from him, quiet guy, mainly keeps to himself. But there is a chance…" He trailed off, looking disturbed. Jessica leaned forward slightly, suddenly intrigued.

"There's a chance of what?" She nodded along with her words, hoping this was the insight she was looking for. Dan sat back, crossing beefy arms over his barrel chest. He looked up at her pensively, carefully considering his next words.

"Well there was a new study I read about the other day and I should probably tell you since you go to school with him anyways… The study said something about being raised without a mother increases the likely hood of becoming a sociopath." Her eyebrows knit together yet again as she pulled away.

"Uncle Dan that doesn't make any sense, lots of kids grow up with just their dads and end up perfectly normal."

"Yes I know," He replied slowly, rubbing his palm across thick five o'clock shadow. "But Jack's mother wasn't one hundred percent there." He made a show of tapping his head.

"She just seemed a little emotionless, a bit cold. I wouldn't have noticed it if I wasn't in the force, but now that I think of it she struck me as a little cruel." He finished, watching his niece through guarded eyes.

"You'd have to be to leave your baby behind." Jessica scoffed, turning back towards her room. "Thanks for letting me know Uncle Dan!"

She hurried into her room, closely the door quietly behind her. Thoughts raced across her frontal lobe, each screaming for her full attention. Did it make sense? Could Jack be completely void of emotions? No no not all emotions, sociopaths still felt anger, sadness, joy, no empathy however. It would mean he wouldn't notice or care when someone was upset, it would mean he was incapable of feeling love. It would mean he hadn't realized how much he'd hurt her feelings two weeks ago. Something deep inside snapped at this thought and she suddenly felt the overwhelming urge to cry. But why? Why did she care? Maybe it was the realization that if what her uncle had said were true, undeniably inconsolably true, then Jack could never feel anything more than casual indifference for her. He could never want her or love her. Just like that, the tears came.

Later as she lay beneath mountains of fluffy duvets, sniffling pathetically, a sudden realization came. Her uncle was no profiler; he wasn't even formally trained in detecting socio or psychopaths. Despite having worked long hours in the cruel streets of Gotham, she was sure he had no more knowledge than any common citizen. Uncle Dan was wrong Jessica decided, nodding solemnly to herself. There was no evidence that her classmate was anything but normal. A bright ball of hope burned deep within her chest, she rubbed her hand across her rib cage almost as if to stifle the heat. Maybe he felt something for her akin to her inclinations towards him; maybe Jack Napier could hold more than just slight interest in Jessica Moore.