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}


6. Chapter Five - Lacey

Ten-year-old Lacey Marion Dahl had known how to swim for as long as she could remember. Probably longer than she'd known how to walk. The water was her place, her de-stresser.

Of course, she wasn't as good as her adopted father. Nobody was nearly as good a swimmer as Killer Croc. If he wanted her to come home, he'd come and get her, all her progress in calming down would be lost, and she wouldn't be able to hide so she could continue to calm down.

But there was no sign of her adopted parents right now, and for that Lacey was glad.

Lacey caught her reflection in a piece of broken glass. Faintly, she wondered what glass that big was doing on the Gotham waterfront, but she shook off the thought and stared at her reflection.

Her black hair hung in ringlets to the middle of her back, complimenting her dark skin. Her eyes were chocolate brown, deep and thoughtful. By just looking at her face, nobody could tell that her left leg was quite a big shorter than her right.

She'd been born with it like that. It impaired her ability to walk - she needed a stilt to use both legs, and she'd usually just hop around when she was at home in the sewer. It didn't, however, effect her ability to swim.

She supposed that her leg was why she'd been abandoned in the sewer and adopted by Baby Doll and Killer Croc. Who wants a weird-looking daughter? Only the two most prejudiced-against citizens of Gotham City.

She was the youngest of her group of friends, not counting little Fleur. She was a year and a month younger than Chesire. She was also the only one that was constantly bullied, because she was passive enough to just not tell her group. She didn't want to cause any trouble.

Whitney Carver, who was two grades above her, had always taken pleasure in making fun of Lacey for everything, from her leg to the fact she was being raised by a giant crocodile and a 'child'. Threats were thrown at her daily, everything from breaking her stilt to notifying Social Services that she was raised by people that were not fit to bring up a child.

Now that Whitney was going into Gotham Secondary, there would be a little relief, even if for only two years.

After self-reflecting for a while, she began the swim home. Fifth grade tomorrow, she thought. One more month until your initiation crime, too.

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