Nightwing dropped me off at Karen's house early the next morning. I slid upstairs as quietly as I could and gently fell onto my soft bed. A dull pain ran through my side as I let out a deep breath. I pulled up my shirt and looked at the tightly wrapped bandage.
What the heck just happened? Did I really just get shot by a bullet?
I shook off the feeling and tried to act as normal as possible. I was supposed to meet Nightwing after school to put new bandages on, so I was looking forward to that. I got about an hour of sleep before my alarm clock went off for school. Luckily, it was Casual Friday so I kept on the shirt that Nightwing gave me and slipped on a sweatshirt with a pair of jeans. I strolled down the steps as casually as I could, but Karen was waiting there for me, grudgingly sipping her cup of coffee.
"Where were you last night? You didn't come downstairs for your usual slice of midnight pizza," she jokingly glared.
I had to come up with something fast.
"...I slept over at my friend's Artemis's house. We have a project we're working on together and we just fell asleep. I walked back this morning so I could get ready for school."
Karen studied me, keeping a furrowed brow and a straight face. The tension was unbearable and made my wound burn like wildfire. Suddenly, she broke out into a cheeky smile, "Your first unplanned sleepover, how cute! Well, you need to have Artemis over some time, alright?"
Air rushed into my lungs and I wiped the sweat on my hands on my jeans. "Yes, definitely! I told her that she could join us for pizza some time!"
My excuse was interrupted by the knock at the door.
Thank god for Dick Grayson.
"Bye, Karen! I love you!" I exclaimed as I sprinted for the door, "I'm going to the gym after school again today so I'll be home later."
Before she could answer, I shut the door and grabbed Dick's arm, "I'm not going to the gym with you after school today. Sorry."
He shook his head in astonishment, "Wait, what? You just said -- "
"I know what I just said. But, I'm busy with something else. Next week maybe?"
He frowned at me and opened the car door, "...okay. Next week."
We arrived at school and I was immediately met by the musical director and the principal, who did not look happy at all. "What seems to be the problem, directors?" I asked curiously, with Dick sticking close beside me.
"Miss Wilson, we need to speak to you inside my office," said the principal, who then glared at Dick, "Without you, Mr. Grayson."
Dick stopped in his tracks and I shrugged my shoulders. "I'll wait for you outside," he mouthed to me.
I nodded and took in a big gulp of air. The musical director lead me into the office and showed me where to sit. The principal sat down in his chair and turned his laptop towards me. It was a picture of the stage, with graffiti spray-painted everywhere, toilet paper thrown all over the place, and set pieces torn up to shreds. I gasped when I saw the horrifying image, "Who would do this? When did this happen?"
The musical director huffed, rolled his eyes, and motioned his head towards the principal. He pulled up a video footage from the security camera inside the auditorium, before the stage was ruined. When he clicked play, a girl entered in through the back door. She was wearing a blue hoodie, just like mine.
This doesn't make any sense...
The girl slowly pulled off her hood and my stomach grew tight. It was me. Except not, since I was in Mount Justice at the time of the video. But, she looked identical to me. Her hair, her body, even her clothes were the exact same. She pulled out cans of spray paint and began to cover the whole room. It was terrifying, watching myself do something I never did. When the video finished, the principal slammed the lid.
"You are officially banned from participating in any theater productions this year and are subject to in-school detention for a month. This is very low, Miss Wilson. I never expected anything like that behavior from you."
I didn't say anything. What could I say? I was speechless. She looked exactly like me. I just nodded my head and tried to keep tears from welling up in my eyes.
This is ridiculous. Does life have any other curve balls it wants to throw at me?
"You may leave now, Miss Wilson. Your detention starts on Monday."
I left with my head hanging low, I thought it couldn't get any worse than it was. Oh, but I was so wrong. The first thing I saw when I walked out of the office was Cindy Crawford making out with Dick behind a vending machine. Dick heard the door open as he was kissing her and looked at me with sorry eyes. I couldn't even comprehend all that was happening. Too much was going on. That's when I lost it.
I made sprint towards the bathroom and didn't even try to look at Dick. I couldn't handle it. I just wanted Nightwing to swoop in and save me from all the madness.
I went into a stall, sat down, and shoved my face into my hands. The little makeup I wore ran down my arms in dark, salty streams. My heart hurt so badly that I couldn't feel the wound anymore. Everything else felt numb. I just wanted to be cooed gently and held tightly.
Suddenly, I heard the bathroom door open and look under the stalls to see Dick's sneakers standing next to my stall. I sniffled slightly to let him know it's me. He knocked on the door lightly.
"...I'm so sorry. She literally just started doing that right before you came out, I swear."
I rubbed my eyes, "Why didn't you stop then?"
He sighed, "I didn't have the courage."
There was a heavy pause and I could hear water dripping in the room.
Drip, drop. Drip, drop.
The tears streamed off my cheeks in rhythm with sink. They splashed against the tile and sounded like a tidal wave crashing onto shore. My ocean was interrupted with some of the most satisfying words I had ever heard.
"I ended it. I'm not going to the formal with her. I'm not dealing with her anymore."
I couldn't say anything. I was speechless.
"Brooklyn, I'm sorry -- "
He was interrupted by me opening the stall door. His eyes widened as he looked at my face. It was red, puffy, and stained with tears. He snaked his arms around my waist and pulled me into his chest. My heart fluttered like a bird taking flight and my once dizzy head was then grounded. And at that moment, the runny sink stopped dripping and my eyes began to dry.
One hand held my head gently and he whispered into my hair, "What happened in the office?"
I stood back from him, "...it's a long and interesting story."
"Wanna talk about it over pizza? Bruce can excuse us for the rest of the day," Dick said with a reassuring grin.
I chuckled a little. It would be nice to get out of this school for a little bit.
"Yeah," I said as I intertwined his fingers with mine, sending electric currents all throughout my body, "...that sounds nice."
Hey y'all! Thank you for being patient and sorry this is a shorter chapter. I apologize for any grammar/spelling mistakes. I'm going to get the next chapter up soon. How do you like this new and interesting plot twist? Let me know what you think in the comments. Also, who is this new clone of Brooklyn? Tell me what your assumptions are. You guys are amazing, thank you so much for reading! Stay tuned! Xoxo, trulymarvelous
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"...how do you get through all the violence, all the trauma you see?" "...I think about the ones I love." Brooklyn Wilson has just returned to Gotham, five years after being away from her home. Her parents mysteriously died when she was only twelve...