A/N: Sooo sorry for the longest hiatus on this. Hope y'all can forgive. School got me so busy, but I finally can update not one, but three chapters as an apology for my recent absence. Lastly, first Authors Note on here. :)

Chapter 7: Freshman, Freshmeat.

~My Problem, I never was a model, I never was a scholar, but you were always Popular. You were singing, all the songs I don't know, now your in the front row. Cause my song's Popular~

~Popular Song, Mika & Ariana Grande - Yours Truly~

Zara was awaken by cold water splashing her face. The Joker stood above her from her bed and Harley placed the bucket down. "What the hell?" She said in shivers. She wrapped her comforter around her more tightly, to keep her from shivering. "Your First Day Of High School is today. Better get ready." The Joker said as he and Harley lifted her out of bed. He then threw a bunch of clothes to her face. "What is this? What is happening first of all?" She asked, picking up the clothes. "That's your uniform, and your going to Gotham High school. Now get changed and meet us down for breakfast." The Joker said as he left with Harley. Zara unfolded the uniform and saw they used white business blouses as the top, stylish suspenders to go with the blouses, navy skinny dress pants with large pockets and a note that read,

"Wear black shoes."

Was written in red pen. "I can't believe this." She muttered to herself. She quickly went to the bathroom to get ready.

As she zipped up her black heeled combats, she walked downstairs for breakfast. She was surprised that there was one extra person there. "Oh! That's Zara, The Joker and Harley's daughter." Oliver said pointing at her to the man beside him. "Zara, this is Jay. The 'Scout Boy' we were talking about." Oliver said in his british accent. "Hi." She said with a convincing enough warm smile. "Hey." He said back talking with David like before. Jay was pretty tall. He had short black hair that was pushed back, almond shaped eyes, and he was wearing a regular plain baseball tee, black skinny cargo pants and red All Stars. Lastly, he seemed older then David, but as young as Oliver. She quickly ate her breakfast, brushed her teeth, packed her bags and left for the car.

As the Joker and Harley had to switch cars, they drove a regular car then their Purple Lamborghini. As they arrived at the school, she unbuckled her seat belt; before one last words of advice. "Have fun at school!" Harley said and hugged Zara. "Don't get into to much trouble." The Joker said and laughed. Zara said nothing, annoyed as she exited out of the car and slung her backpack over her shoulder. Her first time in a actual school, how hard could it be?

The first three classes, science, english and math were boring to Zara. It didn't spark her interests and she even wondered why The Joker and Harley signed her up for school. "Two more class left." She muttered to herself as she looked at her schedule and the bell rang. "Music and Art. Well at least they got one thing right." She said to herself and walked over to class.

As she sat in the back of the class, the regular introductions began with names, attendance and what instrument you can play. The class didn't really learn anything that day so it was more of a 'break' day than a first day. As the bell rang, Zara found a grand piano in the room, and since the class was just talking, she was tempted to play it once she saw it.

She looked around, for any teachers or students watching her and thought the coast was clear. She started playing and singing at the same time, looking down at her fingers playing;

"You're scared, I'm nervous, but I guess that we did it on purpose, on purpose, on purpose. Baby I know its weird, but its worth it, cause I guess we did it on purpose, on purpose, on purpose." She stopped their and thought she was lingering for to long. She turned around and saw her music teacher, Mrs. G, clap at her playing. "That was beautiful. Did you write that?" She asked. "Sorta. Uh, sorry, I gotta get to class." Zara said and rushed out of their as quickly as possible; avoiding eye contact.

She reached her last class, Visual Arts and sat down beside a girl with hazel eyes, brown hair and glasses. She was also wearing uniform and looked as miserable as she was. "Hey, I came in late, what are we doing?" Zara asked the girl beside her. "Nothing really. Just drawing anything basically." She said still doodling aimlessly on a piece of paper. "Hi, I'm Zara." She said, pulling out a pencil from her bag. "Hey, i'm Admiress." She said finally looking at her. They gave each other false smiles and Sunny handed her a piece of paper to draw on. "Thanks." Zara said. "No problem." She said. Zara felt accomplished for at least getting acquainted with someone before school ended. Because with her last classes, avoiding someone to notice her as 'The missing Teenager' she avoided most contact during the day.

The first day of school ended, and Zara waited for The Joker and Harley to pick her up. Admiress was also waiting for her late dad as they chatted and became quite close friends by the end of the day.

"So I actually only live with my Dad, because I don't know where my mom is. But it seems okay, because my dad works hard to provide us. He works as a Teacher in another school outside of Gotham." She said. "I'm sorry, I've been talking this entire time. What about you? What's your parents like?" She asked. "Um,..." She trailed off. 'Okay, play it cool. Just make it like any other kid's parents. "They adopted me at a young age. My mom works at a hair salon and my dad's a CEO of a company." Zara said making it up as she went. "That's pretty cool. And you were adopted?" She asked surprised. "Yeah, it seems not as bad you think." Zara lied. It felt like hell. She glanced at the road and saw Jay pull up close to the school. "Well my ride's here. See you tomorrow." She said walking to her car. "See you too!" Admiress waved back.

She really liked her, but something about her just clicked that she felt connected with her with something hidden. Maybe she'll never know.

After school she was exhausted and went straight up to her room, changed into her pjs and practically slept the entire time. Avoiding any interactions between her, The Joker and Harley once they cane home from 'work'. Also trying to avoid her daily torture and beatings, which worked that day too. She remembers falling asleep without her comforter around her, but then heard The Joker's voice enter her bedroom briefly and her comforter wrapped around her like a cocoon and something press against her forehead a few moments later. To tired to realize at the time, she simply let The Joker tuck her in bed that night or afternoon.