Growing Up Crazy: A Batman Fanfiction {Book V in the Kids of Gotham Series}

It ain't easy being the kid of a crazy person, and nobody can tell you why better than the kids of Gotham. {Batman X Catwoman, Joker X Harley, Poison Ivy X Two Face, Baby Doll X Killer Croc, OCs. Rated Y for mild language and violence, mainly in later chapters as the children get older. Some Superman (Lois X Clark/Superman, Lex Luthor X Mercy) incorporated}


8. Chapter Seven - Jess

(A/N: For some reason spell check isn't working, so I apologize if some words are incorrect)

"Hey, why don't you go ahead? I gotta grab something." Jess muttered to her twin.

Jessica studied her sister closely, trying to see if she was hiding something. "You sure?"

"Yeah, I'll catch up in a little bit." Jess smiled a little.

Jessica spoke in a Brooklyn accent, like their mother. Naturally, Jess's voice was like their father's, but she faked a British accent to sound smarter . . . and be a little bit less conspicuous. "All right." Jessica agreed with a shrug. Jessica began the walk home as Jess backtracked to her locker.

The lockers of Gotham Secondary were tall and purple, and organized by alphabetical order and grade. Jess's locker was nestled between Jessica's and one of the horribly ugly orange walls. She entered the combination and the metal box swung open.

You'd expect her locker to be stuffed with clown memorabilia, but honestly, regular circus clowns terrified Jess. Instead, there were newspaper clippings taped to the locker door with a mirror. She took pride in all of her crimes, the crimes she commited with her sister, and those of her parents and friends. As for her mirror, she didn't care much about her appearance, but occasionally - mostly around Halloween - she wanted to get everything just right.

Because of her short stature, she had to reach as high as she could to get ahold of the book she needed - A History of Gotham - and put it in her backpack. When she closed her locker, she found Whitney Carver leaning against Jessica's locker.

"Hi." Jess smiled politely. "Can I help you?"

"Listen up, clown, I don't know what you're playing at, but he's mine." Whitney was seething, this much was obvious.

"I don't know what you're talking about." Jess replied, bewildered.

"Baxter Wayne. He's mine, and no fat, murdering clown is going to stand in my way." Whitney snapped, pushing Jess into a wall.

Jess glared evilly. "I'm not interested in Baxter Wayne, Whitney, and even if I was you wouldn't be able to stop me."

"Maybe not, but your weight and family could."

With that, Whitney Carver sashayed away, leaving Jess, stung and angry, behind.

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