Penguin's Bird ~ A Gotham Fanfic

Chapter Fifty-Seven: Tell me who's Scarecrow?

Chapter Fifty-Seven: Tell me who's Scarecrow?

"They're still laughing at me. They've been laughing at me all my life... I will stop their laughter..."

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Anastasia's POV:  

I wear a long-sleeved white blouse which covers my tattoos. 

Ever since last night, I have not let anyone near me. I can't even begin to explain what happened in the alleyway last night. The man went to attack and me and somehow I stopped him by only touching me. Warmth filled my body when I grabbed his wrist but I felt something else. Something dark entered me. Something which I cannot explain. But as soon as I felt the darkness, I returned back to normal and the man fell to the ground seething in pain. When I looked down at my tattoo I saw a single rose with the initials R.T. on my arm and something tells me it has to do with the man that tried to attack me. He seemed so pale and deathly when I left him in the alley, I cannot explain the traumatised and sorrowed look I saw in his eyes. All the light and everything that made him himself just vanished. It's something I cannot explain...

I don't even know how I am going to explain my tattoo to my father. What am I supposed to say? 'Oh hey, dad, like my tattoo? Yeah, well it just magically appeared...'? I can't even begin to imagine what he would say. He'd kill me if he knew that I had them and even worse, what if he found out that they just appeared magically. He'd send me to a looney bin, in fact, he'd want me to go into Arkham and be one of the inmates. Imagine that... Me as an inmate? 

"Ana? You awake?" I hear my dad shout from down the hallway. I nod my head but remember he can't see me. 

"Yes, I'll be down in a moment!" I shout back answering my father. I can imagine my dad chuckling and shaking his head to himself. 

I quickly pull out a black pencil skirt and a pair of black ballet pumps, tie my black hair up in a bun with few strands free and quickly apply on some light makeup. 

Grabbing my bag, I walk down the stairs and into the kitchen. 

"Morning Ana," I look to see Bruce smiling at me whilst eating a bowl of porridge. I smile at him brightly and place my bag down on the floor. 

"Morning Bruce," I smile brightly whilst taking a red apple out the fruit bowl in front of me. I look back at Bruce and see a light aura coming from his body. I smile internally, something tells me that the bright light emitting from Bruce is a good sign. I pour myself a cup of tea and watch as Bruce continues to eat his breakfast. 

"School today, kiddo?" I ask him. Bruce looks up at me and shakes his head. 

"Oh, I don't go to Gotham High anymore," he informs me. I stop mid-way in taking a bite out of my apple. I turn my head and stare directly into his eyes. 

"How come?" I ask trying not to sound so surprised. 

"Oh, Alfred homeschools me. I went back to school for a little while but you can say that it didn't work out," he tells me looking away. I bring my hand across the table and hold onto his hand. 

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Bruce screams watching as his mother and his father both fall to the ground dead. His mother's pearl necklace on the floor and blood splattered across the concrete. He drops to his knees screaming and clutching onto his father's body, tears rolling down his face. 

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"Bruce!" Bruce quickly lifts his head to see a girl with light brown frizzy hair running up to him smiling.