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the black raven | THE PLAN



β–  mara β– 


Gotham isn't as scary as everyone thinks it is. Its like any other city, and has it's ups and downs, plus it's special little 'tweak' to it.


The tweak to Gotham is Bruce Wayne. Bruce Wayne is was the guy that was kinda good, in my head. He stopped crime and helped the police.


Mom, on the other hand, says that Bruce Wayne is just the just dead billionare guy who came back for publicity and more money.


But mom says a lot of things, including shoving a bar of soap down my throat would do me some good.


And the first reason wasn't because she didn't want me to say a word about that Luciano guy.


It was actually because I accidentally wheezed out 'Jesus Christ' when a girl my age hugged me so tightly that I couldn't breath.


But it's okay, I get it. Mom's really serious about her religion. I just kinda go along with it.


"Mara, I'm going to be right back, going for a grocery run," Mom shouts from the front hallway. I reply with a simple 'okay'. I know that now, all of her 'grocery runs' are her work hours.


Random times that people requested to get their drugs. I don't know much about drugs, just that they're Mom's work, and that's how she got all of this.


The house, the car, the TV, the fridge, all that stuff. And that I messed up with Mom. And her work thing. She wanted me to give this guy some drugs and I didn't, and it got her in trouble.


But it wasn't my fault!


I had a bad feeling about Mom's work and I don't think it's a law to do that! And the guy was creepy and it was in an alley! I just wanted to go home and not be outside anymore.


But then Mom yelled at me for not giving the guy what he wanted, and how the guy could come into our home and get us! And how her boss might fire her! I never wanted her to lose her job!


She was so scary when she yelled at me, I didn't want her to yell at me, and I didn't like being in trouble! But I was in trouble. Still am, actually.


I think if Dad were here, he would have tried to stand up for me. But Dad's not here. Mom says he left her because he didn't want m-


No. Not there. Not that. No more Dad. He isn't here so I don't have to even think about him.


No. Just think about- NO. Not that guy mom killed.


I don't like this.


My brain screams one thing and my body doesn't listen. My body starts tensing, and I can't control it. I bury my head in my knees and just sit there. Tense, angry, terrified, sad.


I want my Dad. I want Daddy. He wouldn't do this. I might not know him, but I know he wouldn't make me do that scary stuff.


He wouldn't make me go sell Mom's stupid drugs. He would be loving and caring and he would show me just how much he wants me.


But thats not going to happen.
Dad is gone.


I don't know who he is. I don't know what he looks like. I don't know what he sounds like. I don't know what he smells like. I don't know him.


And he doesn't know me. And that's it. Were done.


DONE.


My body relaxes, finally. My head is clear. No more bad thoughts. No more anyone, anything.


I get up, from the couch in the living room, and head upstairs. Once I get upstairs, I go to my school computer, plug in my headphones, log in, and go to Youtube.


And then I click the playlist that I want, from the homepage, and relax. The music is the best part of my day. It's my release from the stress.


The music streams into my ears and flows around my brain, so I shut my eyes and lean back in my chair. I put my feet up against the desk and listen.


And slowly, I feel myself slip into a wander through my imagination. And soon, my eyes aren't strong enough to lift anymore, and I slip into a wonderful sleep.


β–‘ bruce β–‘


I half wish that Talia would have told me about Damian when he was born. It might've made all this a lot easier. He might've trusted me more. He might've listened to me more. But he doesn't, and it's starting to get on my nerves.


If he doesn't listen or trust me, he's going to get himself killed. Yes, he can kill and handle himself perfectly fine, but he's still a kid.


And so far kids just don't listen to their parents or guardians, unless we yell or somehow overpower them. Or seemingly look overpowering. And so far, it works for Gotham too.




β–  jessie β– 


"Sir, I know. I know that she I messed up. But I swear, I swear, on my life, on Mara's life, that I will get this figured out. I will get the Adam's and GCPD off our trails by tomorrow, 11:59 pm," I state while not looking at Ballard, my boss, in the face.


I need him to know that I am sincerely sorry for the mistake. That it will not happen again. We sit in an awkward silence that just makes my anxiety climb faster.


It's horrible, really, because I can't do anything else to sway him into believing me.


I've already told him my plan, as I've started thinking about it since Mara came home followed. And it's foolproof.


"Okay. But if you mess this up, I will skin you and your daughter alive," and I relax, internally.


My plan will work, now that I've got permission, and I will get my status back.


"This plan is the only thing you've got left Novagez. Don't make me regret you," Ballard warns me, and I nod, giving him a slight smirk.


"Sir, Bruce Wayne won't know what hit him."











a/n - okay, I know this is a bit slow, but just hang in there. the next chapter will really get going with the 'family affairs', aka the meetings between the Wayne's and the Novagez's.


also, Mara may sound more childlike to you readers because she is so young. this is for a reason, it's not just crappy writing. and with Jessie, it's more chaotic and sporadic because her brain is that way (because of the drugs).




ANYWAY, thanks for reading, and enjoy!


- sierra

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