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Death and All His Friends

Novel By: Camisado92
Fan fiction

When a young girl moves to Gotham city, she realizes she has just entered a city with an immovable force of corruption. Will she beat the evil of the streets or become it? View table of contents...


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Submitted:Oct 2, 2008    Reads: 276    Comments: 5    Likes: 2   

Prologue: CrushCrushCrush-Paramore

I sat in the back of the old school station wagon my Dad drove. All of out stuff was either beside me in the back seat, in the front passengers seat, or in the trunk. My Dad was a big politcal candidate back in Washington. We had to move to Gotham due to a death in the family. Dad couldn't handle Washington anymore. I absolutley hated that. I really didn't think we had to move. I thought we were okay. But no. We had to move to a totally new place. The only thing I knew about Gotham was it had a cool name.

I flipped my long purple bangs and messed up the back of my hair. My dad was mad at me the day I dyed it black, so I dyed my bangs bright purple just to anger him even more. I cut it really short and left my bangs chin length just before we left too.

"Here we are, Morticia." He smiled. He only called me Morticia when I wasn't happy. I rolled my thick eyelined green eyes and pushed my combat boots farther into the packages in the passenger seat. My black lips were pursed and it hurt my new lip peircing, which was placed in the middle of my bottom lip. I touched my eyebrow peircing which didn't hurt. I got that done three years ago, when I was sixteen. Dad was still fuming about it. I was a little hellion.

A giant sign hung in front of us. 'Welcome To Gotham' it read. I rolled my eyes again. We passed it and I saw another sign, heavily graffitied. 'Home of The World's Largest Bat' and a spray painted red bat underneath it. I furrowed my brow in confusion.

"Home of the largest bat? I never knew." I muttered slightly.

"What's that, Devi?"

"Oh, my real name now?" I snarled.

"Devi, I know your mad about Mom but you don't get to treat me with disrespect." He stated.

"Fair enough, Mr. Politician." I smiled playfully. He groaned and continued driving.


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