Someone is always watching

Chapter 06

BAM! BAM! BAM! Screams.

Jason cursed under his breath and ran towards the source. He reached for a gun from the duffel bag quietly walking between the University's buildings, until he heard someone speak.

"Aaaaand cut. That was good, let's do it again." 

"Is everyone alright? I heard gunshots." he asked as he scanned the area he was in, it was between two buildings, there were cameras and at least 10 people standing looking at him with the most bothered expressions. He understood what was going on. 

"Dude, this is a closed set, can't you see the sign, we have authorization from the dean of the university." spoke some small guy wearing a beret on top of his curly hair, small round glasses, and the stupidest thin mustache Jason has ever seen, walking around waving a megaphone in his hand.

"Sorry, I heard gunshots and thought someone was in trouble, they gave you authorization to shoot on university grounds too? Can't you edit the sound in later like normal people?" questioned Jason in a very sarcastic voice.

"How am I supposed to capture the emotions and fear if they don't hear the sounds, pff be gone now." answered him the director clearly annoyed, rolling his eyes like there's no tomorrow, and waving his hand bye bye. 

"Better actors and an attitude check. Don't forget you live in fucking Gotham you arrogant wanna be Spielberg." Jason said leaving GU and heading to his safe house. He really wanted to smack that mustache off of his face, but knew better than to start a fight and put the mission at risk. A mission that is proving to be weirder than he expected. 

Gotham University Library 

Nerissa was wandering around between the aisles, trying to not think about 'Peter', or about Red Hood, or about London. She was looking through the art books trying to find some inspiration for her new project, but couldn't find any. She kept roaming around for a bit until she reached the History section, books varied from the prehistoric times to the building of Gotham. An illustrated book on Greek mythology caught her attention, she grabbed it and shuffled through it, she looked around a bit longer and saw a book on the trials of Salem of the 17th century, which made her think about religions. She decided to find a book that covers as many religions as possible. She found one, she checked out all three of those books. She knew that her real area of interest will be left unsatisfied at the university's library, she wasn't going to find books about real witchcraft here. 'you gotta start somewhere'. 

When she left GU the sun had not set yet, so she decided to walk to her apartment instead of taking the subway. It was a long walk but it helped her clear her head. Gotham was not exactly beautiful in the way that old Rome was beautiful, sure Old Gotham still had the charms of the Gothic architecture, and the Gotham cathedral was a sight to be hold with, but it was dark and gloomy. It didn't matter to Nerissa, because Gotham was home. The reputation Gotham had kept people away, the sun never shines in Gotham, vampire bats roam the  streets of Gotham, it's always raining in Gotham. But that wasn't true, just like London's reputation. It did rain a lot in London, it's also dark and gloomy, and the sun wasn't as generous as it were in the Bahamas, but London also had its charm. But the people, not so much, or at least the people Nerissa met. She pushed all that away when she saw a little homeless girl sleeping on a cardboard on the sidewalk. She knew better than to approach her, it was a scheme street kids used to rob the ones who'd come to help. She knew because she used to do it on nights when she was sent out from the orphanage to beg for money. She started remembering the old days, how hard it was, how cold it used to get, how abusive the nuns were, she still had some souvenirs. She remembered how surprised and happy she was when she got adopted, there was a known fact in the orphans' circle, the older you get the less chances you'd have to get adopted. Luckiest ages were newborns to 3 years old. She was 6 when she was welcomed into the Clare's home. She remembered how huge the bed they offered her was, it could fit at least 10 children she'd thought. She slept on the floor the first few nights, not used to comfort. She remembered how her mother slept by her side on the floor until she progressively accepted the bed. She remembered how her dad would rush to her room when he heard her having bad dreams. He would carry her to his room where she would snuggle close to her parents to feel safe.