It's fine doll, I mean there are only a couple differences between Batman and Gotham which are below
- Bruce, Selena, Ivy, Jack aka Batman, Cat-Woman, Poison Ivy and the Joker are kids/teenagers -Commissioner Gordon is actually just Detective James Gordon with a partner name Harvey Bullock
Those are really the difference between the two
Posted: Tue Sep 29, 2015 5:50 pm
A True Killjoy
(dunno what to put yet but here)
Bruce woke up like he did everyday, he tossed on a gray shirt, black shoes, jacket, jeans and a bag along with a beanie hat. He went out to the dinning room and ate a quick breakfast as Alfred mentioned heading off to school shortly so as to not be late, He was a student at the high school in the city not far from one of his fathers railways which wasn't far from the building his father owned "Alfred....I want to skip school today, maybe drive around or head over to the zoo" he said partially talking about the loony bin partially talking about the actual zoo.
Cloudy, dull gray skies loomed over Gotham City, as usual, which didn't come to be a surprise to many folks in the mysterious city. Crime roamed the city, it was nonstop thing. Some got caught in their acts, and some, got free out of their acts. Some had notorious names like Puppetmaster, and some others, but not much detail seeps into the papers
The morning was a new beginning for Christina. She was the daughter to Edward Nygma, who Gotham's CSI forensic scientist. She knew things first hand to GCPD, but she doesn't say a peep to anyone, well no one would listen anyways. People get creeped out by knowing her father works alongside dead people, but he doesn't examine them. Waking up in the sky blue room, threw the maroon covers off as they landed on the oak wood floor. Christi already knew her dad was gone for the day, he wouldn't be home till late anyways. Her blonde hair fit around the slim face, and strays fell under her neck, almost forming a mane like a lion's. Stepping onto the floor, pulled out an outfit and curled her hair.
Like her father, Christina was a excellent student at Gotham City High School, but unlike her father, was beaten for supposedly cheating and being envied. Hell, she aspired to be her father, well except the killing part, which she doesn't know about.
Anyways, she walked out of her room, and grabbed her bag before throwing a strap over the shoulder. She just planned to grab a apple then maybe go to the local corner store and get something before heading to class. It wouldn't take much to steal a bag of chips and soda for class would it now. Not to Christina. That was her one thing she did almost daily was steal, whether it was candy or chips or a magazine.
The blonde walked out of the house, and locked the door, as she was about halfway done with her apple. She looked to the rather amusing skies and heard the trains rattle and bang above her. It seemed like once you were in Gotham, you were here for good. A crash at the intersection of Main and 5th, which was an unusual sight to see, but it was made Christina curious, on the details, like how it happened, and what caused it. Okay, that was a bit off track, but Christina pushed the door, making a bell ring, signaling her arrival at the store. She was close to the school, so she wouldn't have to rush. The green eyes scanned the place to get a snack and stuff it in the bookbag, which now was her side. Occasionally looking to the cashier, notice that they had left, and Christina could steal a pack or two of cigarettes. Sell them at school. Make money. No biggie. After she finished stuffing two bags of small chips and a soda, went to the counter and tried reaching behind. Not paying close attention, heard the clerk, and Christina snatched three boxes and closed her bag, swinging it back on her shoulder before escaping the store. Great, just what I needed." She thought as the clicks of the boots were loud, and precise to her heartbeat. Quick and rapid, like her running. After about four blocks of running, slowed to a jog, then a walk, catching her breath. All she hoped was no one else noticed her stealing.
I'm • starting • to• f o r g e t • what • that • feels • like
OH • I M • SICK • WITH • MAGIC
OOC - It's all good, I was thinking maybe my character could be in a store and just stole something and your character stops her or something. And sorry I wrote so much sweatdrop
LunarZodiac
Posted: Wed Sep 30, 2015 1:29 pm
A True Killjoy
Bruce had Alfred slowly drive around till he found something to do, he looked out the window which was tinted and saw a blond rushing down the sidewalk from a market place and the store person poke his head out angrily "Alfred...the blond" he spoke glancing away for a second from the window seeing Alfred give him a look in the rear view mirror but he nodded and did as the young Mr.Wayne requested who had looked out the window again. She seemed to have gotten far in the small period of time and was now huffing as she walked away, pushing the button on the door the window slid down and he adjusted in his seat "Hey, you go to G.C.H.S right?...."
Bruce looked her over thinking she seemed familiar and spoke up again "yeah you're um....Nygma right?" he questioned as he glanced around at the people around her walking on the street "come on...get in" he said to her and opened the door a little as he kept looking at her, Bruce knew the difference between right and wrong and his father had always told him that he was trying to clean up and fix the city and young Bruce had always wanted to be like his father.
Alfred had been pulled up to the curb pulling out of traffic glancing out the window to the young blond then to the brunette in the back curiously as he mumbled to himself "ah...young love...or" he cut himself off and glanced back between the two "perhaps it's time for the talk?" he mumbled again to himself but found that the girl out of the car was Mr.Nygma's daughter someone who wasn't the father of the year exactly and looked back to Master Wayne who wanted her to come into the car "sir?" he asked wondering what Bruce was planning.
Christina stopped as she looked around, placing the bag to the floor and placing her hands on her knees, definitely out of breath. The curls fell over either shoulder and she coughed a bit, as she catch breath and look proper for school. She didn't want to look like she rushed to school, nor a mess. Christi hummed a familiar song to her, The Final Countdown by Europe. It was a upcoming band, but the thing about that song that caught her attention was the beat to it. She seemed to be a daze when someone asked her something. Fixing her posture, looked to the male in the car and nodded "Sadly, I do go that school." Christina mumbled before grabbing her bag and once again slinging it over the shoulder.
She was about to continue her short journey to school when another question popped out of his mouth "The one and only, well besides my father." She said with a slight chuckle. Taking only three steps ahead of his window, heard him to get in the car. She shook her head rather quickly "I'd rather walk, thanks for the offer anyways, um Bruce is it?" She said with a flashy smile. The girl continued on her way, but figured it was only a matter of time he would be back to get her. Christi sighed, and then turned toward the car and looked to Bruce "Fine I'll get in the car." She said looking him once over and giving a smirk
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