Hi guys, thought I would put up a disclaimer! I don't own JL or YJ and the first few chapters are set right before season one, anyway what does everyone think of Lena? Anyway please review and follow, also this will indirectly relate to some other stuff in the DC universe and maybe Marvel, if you can guess what then I will send you a virtual cookie!
I now officially HATE Gotham! Why does anyone live here anyway? There is so many super villains vs super hero fights that it just doesn't seem logical to like living here! And the police are so stupid! There are so many of them and they don't do a damn thing! What got me started on this rant? Trying to locate my Grandfathers office!
I looked up at the large building that was the GCPD. Hitching my bag higher onto my shoulder, I summoned all the strength Ihad not to turn around and go home. The facilities the school had were better than most back at my old town, and that was one of the only pro's that I had, moving to Gotham.
I stepped inside the police station moving to the side of the corridor to dodge the oncoming avalanche of police and criminals. Taking out the timetable they had sent my grandfather in the mail, I somehow worked out, after quite a period of time, that a) This place was ridiculous In how big it was and b) my grandfathers office was at the very back of this hellish office.
While weaving through the monstrous amount of desks, I tried to overtake a group of slow officers, donuts plastered on their faces and gossiping like only old women could. While trying to get past, I caught my foot on one of the desks and went flying face first into the floor, my arm felt like it was being pulled out of its socket while trying to keep me vertical.
Reaction: Officers looked up (lazy gits), laughed, and walked on, leaving me to suck up the pain, collect my gear and keep going, I kept my head down and tried to stop the blush from embarrassment, don't engergise you stupid idiot!
Oh crap! I looked at my bag and realised once again a gaping wound on the side that had ripped and would be in need of ANOTHER patchwork job.
I managed to fly though the door of the office (finally! Grandad you owe me a baby kitten) just as my name was being called by my grandfather whom was on the phone to my cell. I shuffled through the bottom of my salvaged bag digging out the ancient duck taped phone.
"Lena Martha Bradley! Where are you?"
"Here" I replied, while managing to catch my breath, I held up the phone as he looked up sheepishly. "Sorry I'm late Grandpa!" The officer with him just looked at me with her eyebrows raised. "New school?" I nodded.
Waiting for the officer to finish doing whatever they were doing, I sighed in relief when the officer left. Excused, I placed my bag on the ground, sat down on the chair and leaned my head back. Grandad coughed at me and I waved my hand at him.
"Uh...hi?"
"Hi. So how was your day?" I flinched, noting how much his voice actually sounded older than when it did when we were at home.
"Well uh, I need to patch my bag and uh, say I did something stupid. And I kept doing that something stupid such as going to the wrong class and attending it and introduced myself only to realise the said class wasn't never relevant to the schedule I have undertaken." We both laughed quietly. "I'm seriously never going back!" I state.
"You're being silly. School will get better. If you don't go I'll drag you." He grinned at my horror. I noticed the stacks of paper work circling on his desk. Haha first day back and you get homework. I pulled out the lunchbox filled with food knowing that he hadn't had a meal since the healthy diner pancakes this morning down the street from our house.
"What ever happened to free will? I had buckets of it back in New York, I mean this is a free country, yeah? I'm not just imagining it!" I heard someone start to laugh, obviously listening in to what we were saying.
"What's free will?" My grandad responded. He looked up at newcomer while I pulled faces at him. "Ah Bruce...Good to see you again," great one of grandpa's friends.
"You to Sam," the voice responded. "Nice company," a man way too stiff came forward and sat in the chair near us. I reach over to my bag only for it to fully tear down the side.
I rolled my eyes, "Are you kidding me!" Pulling up the side of the bag I huffed turning to leave. "See ya Grandpa," I turned to leave, "And Mister Grandfather's friend." I nod to the dude. His eyes just widened a little and I giggled. Yep, still have that effect.
"Charming young lady," I hear as I went out of the office. It started raining. Are you kidding me? I sigh could this day get any worse? Oh yes, yes it could because karma couldn't stop being bitchy and I started feeling my fingers tingle. I shoved them in my pockets and ran to the nearest empty alley.
Don't twitch, don't twitch. You idiot don't twitch. You'll only set it off. Don't think about it! I groaned and rolled my eyes back, my vision went dark and all I could see were white strings and a greyish dark background. Oh god, I try to fumble around for the headphones to my phone and try to play the music I so dearly memorised. I felt a cold wet feeling around me and realised I was under water. I screamed before kicking up to the surface. I looked around and saw a surface, I was in the lake just outside Gotham. I swam to the side of the lake all drenched and my bag now soaked, great now I had further to walk home.
Worst day ever!
"Grandpa, I'm home." Walking into the house that my grandparent bought in the two weeks that he visited Gotham before moving in, I was still moved by the calm, warm colours that welcomed you into the house! Different from the cold outside of the city. Dumping my bag in the hallway, I moved into the study where my laptop was connected to the charger. Seeing that I had emails to answer, I unplugged the laptop and carried it upstairs to my bedroom. I moved a bunch of unpacked boxes to get to the bed and collapsed. I don't care if the sheets get soaked it was so comfy to lay down on.
I entered my password and entered the chatroom set up with a few friends.
Lena Bradley: hey guys, first day of school, total failure! :( Someone runaway to London with me? *gives hopeful look while checking out plane ticket prices.
Kitty Pryde: Sure, Logan is making us do survival training again! Like, when is this going to come in handy? *feels sore muscles from hand to head.
Lena Bradley: ;) hang in there KP, I'm sure Lance is enjoying looking at your figure. *giggling
Kitty Pryde: *glares from distance from inappropriate behaviour.
"Lena!" Grandpa is home!
Lena Bradley: :) cya gtg grandpa issues.
Kitty Pryde: talk later? Good luck
"Coming!" Removing the laptop from my lap, I headed down the stairs, and turning into the kitchen. Her mother looked up from her paperwork.
Sam Bradley was tall, broad shouldered man and even if we stood together, people couldn't see the resemblance, I smiled.
"Hey. How was the first day of work?"
"Could've been better. You know me, grumpy; managed to scare a bunch of rookies." Grandpa laughed. "Why are you wet?"
"It was raining. I forgot my umbrella," I unconsciously lie. If grandpa found out...
"So what's for dinner?" I ask as we sit in the half unpacked lounge room. "Take out or are we disasterously cooking?"
"Disasterously isn't a word recognised by the English Language Lena," he responded.
"Not yet it isn't" I mumble. He smiles back.
"Things happen. Anyway, we're going to dinner with someone I work with. I need you to be presentable and ready to go in 15." Looking at the clock, I nodded bolted up the staircase.