A/N: This story is two months old! Happy Birthday! (Does drunk giraffe in celebration) And thank you to everyone who has put up with me being so goddamn mean to Jenna. It had been wonderful writing for you. Anyway, Jenna's school dress is on my profile and please leave a review and I'll try and have the next chapter up as soon as I can.

School of Sharks

"Time to get up Jenna," Alfred said, shaking Jenna's sleeping form. Jenna groaned and shook her head, covering herself with the blanket.

"No."

"It's the first day of school."

"All the more reason not to get up." Alfred sighed.

"I'm sorry, my dear, but you've given me no other choice." With that, Alfred took an ice-cold bottle of water and poured a bit on Jenna's face. Jenna shot straight up and whipped her face.

"Alfred!" He smiled.

"I knew that would work. I used to use it on Master Bruce all the time."

"Was it really necessary?"

"Probably not, no. But you're up so come along, get dressed." Jenna groaned and got out of bed, Alfred leaving to give her privacy. "You're sure you don't want me to drive you to school instead of taking the bus?" he asked as Jenna came out, hair pulled back by a black headband and wearing an old fashioned black plaid dress. Jenna had taken to wearing a lot of black since the deaths of Harvey and Rachel, and wished with all her heart she could wear her favorite Batman T shirt for luck today, but seeing as how the Batman was supposed to have killed her uncle, Jenna couldn't wear it or anything pro Batman anymore.

"Alfred, this year is going to be different enough without me going to and leaving school in a Lamborghini or a limo. Besides, I can talk to Danny on the bus."

"Understandable," he said, piling pancakes onto Jenna's plate, which she immediately began stuffing down her esophagus. "Please do try not to choke Jenna."

"Can't help it. I'm growing and your cooking is addictive."

"Still, it'll reflect badly on myself and Master Wayne if you choke and die a month after we take you in." Jenna chuckled a bit.

"Speaking of Bruce, is he going to wake up to wish me luck?" Jenna and Alfred looked at each other without blinking, before the two of them burst into laughter.

"No. I'll be surprised if he surfaces before noon." Jenna finished her pancakes and hugged Alfred. "On his behalf, good luck Miss Dawes."

"Alfred, Miss Dawes was my mom and my aunt. Please call me Jenna."

"Of course. My apologies." Jenna smiled and headed for the elevator. As soon as she was to the ground level, Jenna whipped a blonde wig out of her bag and put it on, with a beret and sunglasses. After having been attacked by a mob of reporters while Bruce escorted her home from MCU, Jenna had taken to disguising herself. It seemed as though everyone wanted to know the story of the girl whose mother was a cop who died in the "Fright Night", who was Rachel Dawes and sort of Harvey Dent's niece, was a fan of the Batman, a friend of Gordon, kidnapped by the Joker, and adopted by Bruce Wayne. Truthfully, Jenna couldn't blame them; it was human nature to be curious and she'd probably be curious if she wasn't that girl. However, the reporters made it difficult to enjoy the little normal things like shopping with Danny, so Jenna disguised herself to keep her privacy better intact. Yesterday had been a black wig, the day before had been auburn. I guess there are some advantages to having been adopted by a billionaire, Jenna thought to herself, knowing she wouldn't have been able to afford this otherwise. Normally, it would've been funny, but she'd been so depressed since the Joker's attacks, even her sarcasm had died down. Jenna exited the back door and walked a few blocks to the nearest school bus stop. The bus pulled up, spewing pollution that made Jenna cough a bit, and she climbed on.

"You new kid?" the bus driver asked. Jenna took off the wig, hat, and glasses, causing the driver's eyes to bulge in surprise.

"I might as well be," Jenna said. The bus driver recognized her and nodded in understanding and sympathy.

"I'm sorry kid. Good luck." Jenna nodded and took her seat in the back. The bus drove along, stopping and picking up tired, morose students mourning the loss of their freedom. A few of them spotted Jenna and stared at her but she glared at them and they quickly sat and looked toward the front. Danny was picked up at the last stop and she promptly ran to the back of the bus and engulfed Jenna in a hug. They just sat there in silence until they reached Gotham High and were forced to exit the bus.

"What do you have first?" Danny asked.

"History."

"I have English." The two of them hugged. "Good luck." They parted ways. Jenna wandered the halls of the high school, glaring at the people who stared, whispered, and pointed. Occasionally, someone would give her a sympathetic look, which Jenna appreciated, but there were so few of them Jenna couldn't help but feel a little disappointed. She came to Mrs. Robinson's history class and opened the door. She instantly realized Jordan Hill and his gang were in this class. She took a deep breath and walked in, head held high, and sat down at the back, praying that they wouldn't notice her. Obviously, whatever deity was up there was still on summer break, because they spotted her straight away and swaggered over.

"Well, well, well, look who it is. The Batgirl, betrayed and broken," Jordan drawled, sitting on her desk. Jenna looked him in the eye and smirked.

"I may have been betrayed, but don't think for a second that I'm broken."

"Huh. Looks like you've still got quite a smart mouth. Too bad. I was hoping the Joker had blown it up with your auntie." Jenna clenched her fists. "Say how's life with Bruce Wayne?"

"It's nice."

"I'm assuming he keeps you in shape and gives you plenty of exercise."

"What?"

"I mean, why else would he want you?"

"I'm his goddaughter! God, does everything have to be about sex and picking fights to you?"

"There's also drugs, cigarettes, and alcohol sweetheart," he said, taking a cigarette out, lighting it, and blowing smoke in her face. Jenna pushed him off her desk, coughing.

"Hey, Jordan! Leave the poor girl alone," said a shrill voice. Jenna and Jordan turned to see Christy Collins standing in the doorway, scowling at him. Jordan looked at her and Christy raised an eyebrow. Jordan got up and sat in his seat, not wanting to argue with his girlfriend. Jenna looked at Christy and nodded in thanks, and Christy smiled kindly in response.

Jenna was putting books in her locker when she heard someone clear their throat. She turned and saw Christy Collins.

"Hi," Christy said.

"Hi." There was an awkward pause. "Thanks for helping me with Jordan."

"No problem." Another pause. "So, um, I'm having a slumber party on Saturday night, and I was wondering if you wanted to come." Jenna's eyebrows shot up into her hair.

"Why are you being so nice to me?"

"Because you've been through hell, and I haven't exactly been good to you. I want to try and make amends." Jenna paused. Christy had been nice at one point, but that had been in middle school. However, almost more than anything, Jenna wanted to believe that some people actually cared.

"I'll see." Cristy smiled and extracted a piece of paper from her books.

"Here's the flyer. All the info's on there. Hope you can come." She smiled and glided away, leaving Jenna confused and conflicted.

It was Saturday night and against her better judgment, Jenna was one the steps of Christy Collins lavish house.

"You need me to stay out here Jenna?" Alfred asked. Jenna looked at him and smiled.

"It's alright Alfred. I'll call if I need a ride home." He nodded, rolled up, and drove off. Jenna took a deep breath, walked up the steps, and knocked on the door. Christy Collins' smiling face instantly appeared in the door and she dragged Jenna inside.

"You're just in time! We're playing truth or dare!" She dragged Jenna up the stairs to her bedroom, where several other girls in frilly pajamas sat on pillows, braiding each others hair and gossiping. "Look who showed up!" Christy cried and the others girls smiled and waved. Jenna blinked, confused and half waved back. "Well come on! Sit down! It Regina's turn." Christy sat down and Jenna followed. "Regina, truth or dare?" Christy asked the blonde girl.

"Truth."

"When, where, and who was your first?"

"Johnny Wilson, in the back of his car, homecoming night. I was fifteen." Jenna raised her eyebrow.

"Fifteen? Girl, I fourteen when I lost mine!"

"Try thirteen."

"What about you Jenna?" Christy asked.

"Um… I haven't done it yet," Jenna admitted, squirming a bit. She did not like talking about sex, dating, or boys in general.

"You haven't?"

"Nope. And I don't plan on doing it for a while."

"Why?"

"I'm not really into boys."

"So, you're a lesbian?"

"No. Just because I'm not interested in dating doesn't mean I'm a lesbian."

"Oh… What about your friend, Donna? Denny?"

"Danny."

"Yeah her. Is she a lesbian?"

"No, and even if she was, I wouldn't judge her and neither should you."

"She's right," Christy said, before anyone else could butt in. "What about you Jenna? Truth or dare?"

"Dare."

"Fine. We dare you tell the truth. What's living with Bruce Wayne like?"

"It's ok. He's nice and Alfred's cooking is good."

"Who's Alfred?"

"Bruce's butler, but he's more like family. He raised Bruce after his parents died."

"So… what's he like? Bruce Wayne." They all leaned forward, keen to find out what living with "The Prince of Gotham" was like.

"We don't talk much. He's nice and cares but I don't really think he understands how to take care of a kid."

"How do you get so lucky?" Jenna bit her tongue to keep her from snapping she'd rather be living with Rachel, Harvey, and her mom. They were just deluded little Barbie dolls who wanted a life of luxury, spending their days shopping and having fun, without having to ever work. In short, they were everything Jenna despised about the women of the upper class. Christy obviously could tell Jenna was uncomfortable and changed the subject.

"Well, as part of our little get together, I thought it's be a good confidence booster to give you a makeover!" Christy exclaimed. Jenna froze.

"You really don't have to do that."

"I know. That's what makes me so nice," she smiled. "So, just sit down in front of the vanity and we'll do the rest." Jenna bit her lip but knew she really had no way out of this. She sat on the chair, facing the mirror. "Ah ah ah! Nope, you won't get to see yourself until we're finished." Jenna's eyes widened. "Look, I know we've done some bad stuff in the past and I'm really sorry for that, but I promise, we've changed. We know you've been through a lot and we want to help you find the real you."

Jenna nodded, before turning around and closing her eyes.

"Perfect," Christy smiled and she and her minions got to work on Jenna's makeup. She felt someone spreading what felt like thick over her face.

"What is this stuff?"

"Foundation," Christy said, spreading it over Jenna's face. "It evens out your skin tones."

"It's pretty thick."

"It's supposed to be. Just trust us. We do our make up every day." After what seemed like hours, Christy's sharp voice cried, "It's perfect! Open your eyes." Jenna opened her eyes to see flashes go off and all of the girl's phones out.

"What−" Jenna started, but faltered when she saw her reflection in the back of a girl's phone. She spun around in the chair and, to her horror, saw her face plastered with white face paint, her eyes with black, and her mouth covered in red forming a horribly familiar grotesque grin. Her hand flew over her mouth.

"Now you're a freak inside and out," she heard Christy say but Jenna hardly heard her.

Jenna shot out of the chair, grabbed her bag, and ran into the sanctuary of the bathroom, locking the door behind her. She turned the water in the sink on full blast and started to cry. How could they? She thought. I knew they were mean but I never expected them to take it this far. Jenna cried for several more minutes, before she grabbed a washcloth and started scrubbing her face. When she was finished, she whipped out her cellphone and called Alfred.

"Miss Dawes? I didn't expect to hear from you 'til morning."

"I know. Alfred, I'm sorry but I need you to pick me up."

"Is something wrong, Jenna?"

"No, I'm just not feeling well. Could you please pick me up?"

"On my way."

"Thank you." Jenna hung up and looked through her bag to make sure she had everything, before unlocking the door and stepping out.

"You wanna know how many people have seen your photo, freak?" Christy asked but before anyone could react, Jenna walked up to her and punched her in the face. Christy screamed as blood spurted from her nose and her ladies in waiting swarmed around her, doing damage control. Jenna surveyed the damage she'd caused, before turning on her heel and storming out of the door.

Jenna got into the back of the car and slammed the door behind her.

"You alright Miss Dawes?"

"Yeah, Alfred. I'm fine. Could we just go home?" Alfred understood she didn't want to talk, so he simply nodded and drove her home. Jenna quickly found herself back in Bruce's penthouse.

"Back so soon?" Bruce called but he was answered with Jenna running to her room and slamming the door behind her. Jenna dropped her bag and jumped on her bed, pounding, screaming, and crying into her pillows. A few minutes later, Bruce knocked. "Danny's on the phone. Jenna shot up and opened the door. She took the phone from him and slammed the door in his face.

"Hey."

"OH MY GOD JENNA ARE YOU ALRIGHT!" Danny screamed.

Jenna sniffled and whipped her face, before nodding and answering, "Yes."

"No you're not. You're crying I can tell." Jenna's mouth twitched a bit. Danny could read her like a book even from over the phone. "Those bitches. How do wanna get back at them? Put itching powder in their makeup? Switch their perfume for poison? Switch their peroxide for green hair dye?" Jenna shook her head.

"No. I'm not going to sink to their level. Besides, I already sort of got my revenge."

"Really? How?"

"Unless Christy gets a nose job or something tomorrow, you'll find out on Monday." Danny laughed and whooped joyfully. "Wait, Danny you should know, people are talking about you behind your back."

"Jenna, everyone talks about everyone behind their backs."

"Yeah, but they're starting rumors. They asked me if you were a lesbian." Danny was silent.

"What did you tell them?" she asked Jenna.

"That they shouldn't talk about you like that and even if you were it shouldn't matter."

"And you really believe that?"

"Of course I do."

"Jenna… I don't know how to tell you this–"

"You don't have to."

"Really?"

"Your secret's safe with me."

"Thank god. It's just… you know how people treat gays… And you've met my dad, you know he doesn't support anything of that nature."

"Don't worry about it. I'm the Queen of Secrets. You can trust me."

"That I can, Jenna. That I can."They said their goodbyes and Jenna hung up, opening the door to see Bruce frowning at her.

"Thanks for getting the phone," Jenna said, before trying to close the door, but was prevented by Bruce sticking his foot in it.

"You're not getting away that easily. Now what happened?"

"Nothing. I'm just not feeling well. To much hairspray and perfume in the system."

"Jenna, I know when you're lying, I taught you how to lie, remember? Now, I can't help you if you don't tell me what's wrong."

"Nothing's wrong."

"Bullshit." Jenna chuckled slightly.

"You're not going to leave until I talk, are you?"

"What do you think?" Jenna sighed and opened the door. "You've been crying."

"Yeah," Jenna mumbled, whipping her face.

"What happened?"

"I think it'll be easier to show you." Jenna walked over to her desk, brought out her laptop, and logged on. Within seconds, Jenna found a picture of her painted face and showed it to Bruce. "They said they were going to give me a makeover." Bruce looked the picture over and his eyes burned.

"Ok, who are these girls?"

"They're the popular girls of Gotham High, destined to become the airheaded heiresses and witless wives of Gotham's upper class," Jenna answered, sitting on her bed, Bruce sitting down next to her.

"What do you need me to do?"

"Nothing. If I can survive the Joker, I can get through high school alive."

"Jenna, these girls are harassing you. There has to be something I can do."

"Unless you have a time machine, then the best you can do is be there for me." Bruce frowned, but nodded.

"Ok then. But, you just say the word and they'll wish they'd never even thought of hurting you." Jenna smiled slightly and nodded. Bruce got up and got up to leave when Jenna remembered something.

"I probably should warn you, we might be hearing from Christy Collins' lawyers." Bruce raised an eyebrow. "I broke her nose." Bruce nodded his head, choosing his words carefully, likely very uncertain as to whether he should laugh or ground her.

"Well, she's crazy if she thinks she can humiliate you and you'll just lie down and take it. And she's even crazier if she thinks she can win a law suit against our lawyers."

"Forget your lawyers, I could probably beat hers with everything Harvey and Rachel taught me." Bruce chuckled and kissed her forehead, wishing her goodnight, before leaving her room and shutting the door behind him.

"Thanks for the advice Alfred," Bruce said as he entered the living room.

"My pleasure Master Wayne. I'm glad it worked."

"You raised me alright."

"Yes, well, raising a teenage girl is an entirely different universe."

Everyone was staring at Jenna again on Monday, only this time, they were laughing at her. But Jenna kept her head up proudly, nodding at the people who gave her kind, considerate looks, Danny walking by her side and flipping off those who insulted her best friend.

"Hey, Dawes! Why so serious?" Jordan Hill called, his arm wrapped around a sulking Christy Collins, whose nose was bandaged after having been broken.

"I think it'd be better to ask your girlfriend that Hill, considering how depressed she looks. Oh, and nice nose Christy!" Jenna shouted right back. The two of them glared at her, but continued on their way. Jenna and Danny smiled. School was their own circle of hell, but they would be there to help each other through it.