What Goes Around Comes Around( A Young Justice Fanfiction)

Chapter 1

(Caroline's P.O.V)

*BANG!!* the teacher's ruler slams on the desk causing me to wake up.

"Is my class not interesting enough for you Ms. Dalton?" She exclaims.

"No, it's not that Ms. Green its that I'm probably learning more in my sleep." The whole class burst out in laughter just as the buzzer rings for dismissal.

thank god saved by the bell

I smirk and walk to my cubbie to get my backpack so I can walk home, snatching the apple of Ms. Greens' desk as I walk out the door.

On my way home I walked with the other girl that lives in my building and ate that apple I took.

When I got to my floor the old man next door told me to take out the trash in my apartment commenting on its smell and made yet another snarky comment about the way I dressed. I was fed up with that grouchy old man so I threw the apple core at his head before looking at my apartment door to see that the lock was broken. I opened the door to see broken pictures, ripped up carpet, and turned over furniture. Then the smell hit me and it wasn't trash. It was faintly metallic. My heart started racing as I called out to my mother.

"Mom?" No answer. I'm walking closer to the kitchen and the smell is only getting stronger.

"Mom!?!" I called a little loader this time. I walk in to the kitchen freeze and scream as I see my mother on the tile in a pool of blood, coming from the hole in her chest, where a bullet sat.

I scream some more and run out of the kitchen, out of the apartment only to see the old man walking my way looking angry, but when he saw the tears streaming down my cheeks and the scared expiration plastered on my face his eyes softened.

"I need you to breath, ok?" He said surprisingly soft. I took some deep breaths as he knelt down in front of my 9-year-old figure, putting his large calloused hands on my shoulders he asked "What happened?" Tears still streaming down my face I stuttered out "M-m-my m-mom is d-dead." Right before breaking down right there. He pulled me into his arms and stroked my hair.

The next few hours after that were a blur, calling the police, being questioned by them, stuffing a duffel with my stuff,and being dropped off at an orphanage and I went straight to the room they gave me and silently went to sleep.

For the next two days I stayed in my room and slept unless it was time for food ,I had to go to the bathroom, or there was someone there to adopt. But nobody wanted the purple-haired, sad-looking 9 year old they wanted the cute little 2 and 3-year-olds.

With the exception of my 3rd day there...

I woke up to someone knocking on my door they screamed "Someone's here to adopt look somewhat nice." 

I groaned in response, in the time I had been here I never talked. I took out a pare of jeans and a random t-shirt that just so happened to have the bat symbol printed on it. Threw on my ratty old new balance sneakers, I then tied my un-combed hair back in a ponytail I looked in the dirty mirror, to see my tear-stained cheeks and sad eyes, that was in my room along with the tiny bed, dresser and nightstand, not much but then again I didn't need much.

I opened my door and walked downstairs to see that everyone was waiting on me and glaring at me to hurry up. I quickly took my place in line. There were about twenty of us total. We were lined up from youngest to oldest.

Then Ms. Hilda the kind old lady who ran this orphanage started to speak "Children this is Bruce Wayne he is here to adopt another if I am correct you already have one adopted son?" She gestured to Mr. Wayne as she spoke.