Behind Hazel Eyes

Summary- Hazel Chase knows she's different: One, because she has Autism and two, because she can see ghosts. What happens when she meets some criminals in Gotham (and worse, falls in love with one...or two)?

Chapter 1

Hazel Chase sat up in bed, shuffling her short Black Hair out of her face.

"Another nightmare again," she said.

She looked over at her clock. It was four in the morning. Her dad sat beside her bed.

"Another nightmare, Hazelnut?"

"Yeah," she said, "What are you doing here?"

"Just checking up on you," he said.

Hazel nodded. She knew she should not feel weird about this; her dad being there was normal for her. She had seen ghosts since she was five, but she had been ten when her dad died in a car accident- a car accident she felt responsible for. She didn't want to deal with bullies on the bus, so she asked her dad to come get her. A car came out of nowhere and hit her dad's side. She had survived, but her dad didn't make it.

"You have to stop feeling guilty, Honey. It wasn't your fault," her dad said.

"I know. You're right."

She sat up in bed and picked up her glasses, shaking her hands like she often did. She had managed, at least, to keep herself from doing it in public, but for someone with Autism it wasn't easy. She was able to live on her own and to work, too.

"Oh, there's this club called 'The Siren'. Go there this morning," her dad said.

"Why?" Hazel was confused.

"You will see why," her dad said and then he disappeared.

"Why does he always have to disappear all the time?"

She went to her closet and started looking for clothes for the day. Finally settling on a red shirt and black jeans with a matching jacket, grabbing a blue Harry Potter Ravenclaw scarf and tying it around her neck, she took a look at herself in the mirror. Her Reflection looked back at her. She picked up her Ravenclaw backpack and walked outside. She began to walk a few blocks before she reached the club her dad was talking about and walked inside. It wasn't busy but it was early in the morning so that was to be expected.

"Try not to look like a country girl," she said to herself.

She walked over to the counter. It looked like one of those fancy clubs. Why would her dad want her to come here? Her thoughts were interrupted when a blonde woman in her 30s came over to the counter along with a dark-haired woman.

"Ah, look Tab, our first customer of the day," said the blond woman.

Hazel began to nervously tap her fingers on the bar. Something about the both of them made her feel uncomfortable.

"Can we get you anything?" the blonde woman asked her.

"Just water. I'm not really much of a drinker," said Hazel.

The door to the club opened. Hazel couldn't believe who it was... the new mayor of the city.

"Barbara, I trust things are going well for my party tonight?" Penguin asked.

"Yes, it's fine. I was just in the middle of helping this customer here," she said.

Penguin walked, but Hazel noticed it wasn't a normal walk. It was like he was limping over to her.

"Ah, what's your name?" he asked.

Hazel stayed quiet. She had never liked questions. He seemed to notice her hand.

"Ah, that makes a lot of sense," he said.

"What makes sense?" said the dark-haired woman.

"She's Autistic," said Penguin.

"Can she talk?" asked the blond one.

"Yes, I can, and my name's Hazel," she said.

"Well isn't that a nice name? And you have the eyes to match," said Penguin.

"She just asked for water," said the blond woman.

"Well get it for her," said Penguin, "Or there will be problems."

"Okay! Don't have a cow, Oswald," she said.

"I'm sorry about Barbara and Tabitha," said Oswald.

"It's fine," said Hazel. She began doing the thing with her hands. Oswald reached out and put his hand on hers.

"It will be okay. I'm not going to hurt you," said Oswald.

"I actually came here to look for a job," said Hazel, "and I saw you had one for a lounge singer on the door outside."

"Oh, do you sing?" Oswald asked, intrigued.

"Yes. I actually sang in a choir when I was in high school and did a lot of solos," she said happily.

"Well, I'll tell you what. Why don't you sing something for me right now?" said Oswald.

At that moment, another guy came in to the bar. He looked attractive, like really movie star nerd look. Hazel had always been attracted to this type of guy.

"Oswald, I've been looking for you. Oh, I didn't realize you had company," he said as his eyes met Hazel's.

His smile was amazing. Hazel couldn't believe how big his mouth was.

"Ed, this is Hazel. She wants to be our new Lounge singer, so I was just asking her to sing something for us," said Oswald, "Hazel, this is Edward Nygma, my Chief of Staff."

"Nice to meet you, Hazel," said Ed, reaching out his hand.

Hazel quickly backed away from it.

"It's okay Hazel, Ed doesn't mean you any harm," said Oswald.

"It's okay, Oswald, I get what this is. I've read about this before," he said, sitting down next to Oswald.

Hazel took his hand, to Ed's surprise.

"It's okay," she said, "Oswald already figured it out before you arrived."

Ed felt the need to try one of his riddles out on her, "I'm in glass, I have water and snow in me. What am I?"

"Um, Ed, I don't think this is the right time to do that," said Oswald.

"A snow globe," said Hazel.

Ed was surprised again, "You know riddles?"

"Yes, my dad taught me," said Hazel.

"Um, Hazel, how about that song now?" Oswald said.

"Of course," said Hazel, standing up.

She had never been afraid to sing in front of people. She began to sing a song called "Heaven is a Place on Earth." As she sang, she kept her eyes on Ed.

"Wow, she's amazing!" said Barbara, as she brought the glass of water over for Hazel.

"I was thinking the same thing," said Oswald.

"Oh, you should totally have her sing at the party tonight," Barbara replied.

"What do you think, Ed?" Oswald asked.

Ed wasn't paying attention to them. He kept watching Hazel.

"Ed!" Oswald yelled.

"Oh, right. Let's ask her," Ed said.