You Shouldn't Be Here

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A/n: Hi! This is my first story so sorry if it sucks. Ive also posted it on AO3 if you want to check it out there too. I update more often there. I know I'm a little late on the Gotham fic faze train but I've had this on my google docs forever too afraid to post it. Now that Gotham's over I thought I'd just do it.

Hope you enjoy!

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At the age of 10 years, Isabelle Cheranova was recruited by the agency known as GRU, to be their spy, she was trained in virtually all forms of combat and use of weapons. Having stood out among the other children, Isabelle was selected for the Turing Project, who was to deploy units in bio-mechanical Wetware at age 16. Her mission was compromised and she went undercover, where she met Jerome Valeska. She is now around 18 just like the red headed twins.

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The circus didn't have many people to like. The Lloyds: annoying, and rude alcoholics. A family of clowns would be. The Graysons: petty, and vein as royalty. There were other families, just as bad but Isabelle didn't want anything to do with them. The only reason she knew anything about the Graysons and the Lloyds is because of all the rumors that spread between the other families constantly. They knew nothing about her either. Years of nothing but eat sleep and work had caused her to loose her fight on flight attitude she developed as a spy. As far as the families knew, she was just an orphan providing for herself.


The circus families may be full of liars and horrible people, just like who she was trying to get away from by running to America, but she wouldn't be here long. The only one she could tolerate was Christine Horace. She takes care of the money in the circus. She's the one that took in Isabelle. Taught her how to count American money. They shared a trailer. Christine was always kind to Isabelle. Told her after she became old enough to live on her own she'd leave this horrible place, maybe get a real job and have a good life.

After she became old enough to live on her own she'd leave this horrible place, maybe get a real job and have a good life. Shouldn't be too hard, she thought. Only a few years. It wasn't too bad if she avoided everyone she's could. Everyone left her alone anyway. Too busy with the Lloyd-Grayson drama anyway. Except Jerome Valeska. He loved to constantly pester her, mess with her, make fun of her Russian accent, entertain himself in anyway he could. She's knew why, his mother was a nightmare. He needed something to distract himself with. And to her annoyance, he chose her.

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After the night's show started Isabelle decided to go to bed early. Tonight had been a full house and she left the ticket booth exhausted.

As she approached her trailer heard a blood curdling scream. She stops, thinking of all the horrible scenarios that could possibly deserve a scream like that. Once she was close enough to find the source of the sound she froze. Jerome was standing over his mother's dead body. The hatchet he was holding covered in blood. Jerome slowly turned his head to look at Isabella. Once their eyes met his widened, not expecting to see her.

"Isabelle" Jerome dropped the hatchet. 

Isabelle's eyes drifted to Lyla's still bleeding body. Jerome ran to her, she stayed frozen. 

She hadn't seen blood in years. Not a drop. The flood of memories made her nauseous. 

She turned to run and tell someone. But she didn't get far before Jerome was tackling her to the ground. She tried to wiggle out of his hold, but with his full body weight on her she couldn't move.

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