Not the Role Model Type

Chapter Five

a/n: Super long chapter, sorry about that ;-; at least it's not extremely short. Some back story in here too. Idk what to name the older brother character, so does anybody have any suggestions? Drop 'em in the comment section and I'll check them out ^_^ Much appreciated!

On the walk home through Gotham's filth and crime infested streets and back alleys, the sun was still up for the most part.The beginning of your walk home anyways. The light blue and grey sky turning shades of reds and deep purples, magentas and oranges with dark casts of blue. The darker the purple in the sky got and the less purple and the more black it seemed was enough motivation for you to get home before it went completely pitch black out in the night.

You couldn't go to the GCPD to and practice with your brothers co-worker today. Since your brother was there and you knew it was something he wouldn't really approve of. And you knew for a fact that he did not. He didn't want you to learn what you were being taught. It was more of a thing you did in secret anyways. So getting home, was in fact, your first priority.  Since you didn't have your bat on you or anything self defense related. You'd rather be smart and safe then stupid and dead.

You know for a fact that you could actually stop by the police station for a different reason that is. To hang out, sorta? Not really, not as a social visit. But almost every good cop there seems to like you, at least. But more for you to wait for your brother to get off duty. You did this sometimes, granted you weren't the only person there who did this. Sometimes you'd see Barbara gordon, the commissioner's daughter. Wheeled up against a desk in her chair and a laptop.

You got along with her perfectly fine. She's going to Gotham University, since she graduated from Gotham Academy already.

You remember a little bit of her, but she also wasn't wheelchair bound back then. She was finishing senior year when it happened. You didn't ask her about it, and she never speaks about it.

You figured since the police department is closer and your brother gets off work soon, that you would go there instead of home anyways. You would go there and wait for him to get off duty then drive the two of you home. His cars pretty cozy warm anyways even when the heater isn't on.

The police department was just a couple blocks away from your current location. It's also a safer idea, honestly. You'd probably end up making this into a new routine possibly. Coming here right after school on days he's working. On days when he's not you come here anyways for practice. But that's a hell of a lot different.

As you walked into the police station, Gotham's chilled spring night air breeze flew past your hair and let soft (h/c) locks blow past your shoulders. The moon was now simple to see in the end of the day. The sky not completely dark yet. But it was getting there. The easy to point out full white circular shape hidden behind a magenta and dark grey, almost black cloud was the moon.

You stepped in the old building, your sneakers dragging and trailing bits of dirt and grass from the field. Nothing that wasn't new anyways. You walked over to a nearby desk in a separate room that was for the most part just putting things down that nobody had to carry with them into the department. So you set your backpack down on a table with some papers on it. The cold brown wood of the table creaked as the weight of your bag was placed upon it. Dust that had been collecting over months had raised in the air as you inhaled. The room smelling like old books, also coffee.

You dmilrf a little bit, closing your eyes and taking out your ipod from your back pocket to check the time, with calm and slow movements. The peaceful look remaining on your face. You loved the silent aspect to the room, you could practically hear a pin drop, or a feather hit the ground as it fell.