There's a... story behind this story. Somewhat. Last night, I was in the shower thinking about Johnny, some other stories and Batman, and I had a sudden urge to write this.
I'm really sorry if it sucks, but I AM trying.
"I just don't see why I have to go to school. I never had to before!" A teenager with black hair that looked dark blue when the light hit it was sulking, slouching down in her seat with her feet on the dashboard.
"Because I don't want you to be stupid like all the other people on this planet." her father growled, not looking away from the traffic in front of him.
"Hmph." The girl grunted in defeat, crossed her arms and turned to the window, looking at the dark buildings of Gotham City fly by.
The small silver car parked in front of a small, one-story house. The two tall, thin people in the car got out and emptyed the car of what little belongings they had.
"Ugh, Johnny, just give me the keys." the girl said after three minutes of watching her father struggle with the keyhole, cursing angrilly.
"Fine, you try, Elly." He tossed her the keys and she slipped it in the hole and turned. The door opened with ease, and she smirked at Johnny, who returned it with a glare.
Devi looked around her small apartment. It was smaller than her old apartment, but it suited her more.
Devi had moved from her old town (who knows what its name is) to Gotham City. She had heard about what a 'terrible' town it was; the famous Joker lived her, district-attorney Harvey Dent, now Two-Face lived here, and other terrible villians, but she guessed it was better than Johnny C., homicidal maniac. And she knew of the Batman, and his bat-brood; Robin, Batgirl, and others. They protected the city rather well.
Yes, Gotham would be a lot better than her old town.
Dirge: Yup, short chapter, but it wasn't really a chapter, you see. It was the introduction! Yay!
Jeena: ...Why are we ALWAYS in these things?
Elly: Yeah, I'm not the Elly in this story... so why the hell am I here?
Dirge: Because it's fun having you here.
Johnny: ...I hate you.
Dirge: I know, Johnny, I know.
Once again, I am sorry if this sucks really bad, but this is the first JtHM story that I've actually written, besides the one with Elly in it. I did NOT steal Elly from Dear Die-ary love Elly (I love that story lots) I thought of her while first reading JtHM and started typing her up, once forgot the 'E' and so her nickname was Lly. Also, with Jeena; one of my friends middle name is Jeena and she goes by that, and she wanted to be in an Invader Zim story I wrote. Jeena is NOT taken from Jeena meets Johnny; which is also an awesome story.
So please do not flame me for that, but you can flame me for anything else, okee?
Elly: But you're letting them flame you for the rest of it?
Dirge: Yup.
Jeena: Too bad, you're going to get a lot of flames; this thing sucks.
Dirge: Thank you, Jeena, for that BEAUTIFUL compliment.
Jeena: You're welcome.
Black Kisses,
Dirge for the Dead
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