|Living in Gotham
Author: WhySoSerious1992 PM
Two friends find out Living in Gotham City is far from easy.Rated: Fiction M - English - Humor/Romance - & Johnathan C./Scarecrow - Chapters: 47 - Words: 37,561 - Reviews: 112 - Favs: 19 - Follows: 27 - Updated: 03-18-12 - Published: 07-28-08 - id: 4428980
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A/N: The day I own Batman or any of its characters is the day that Jonathan Crane pronounces his undying love for me.
Hey, a girl can dream, can't she?
Gotham City was not an ideal place for a vacation, and everyone knew it. Well, almost everyone. Two teenagers had decided to visit during Spring Break.
"Angie, hurry up, would you? It's almost dark, and I don't wanna run into that bat freak anytime soon."
"Becca, Batman is the one protecting this city. Why do you think I wanted us to come here?"
"Um, to see all the rogues kick the winged rat's ass, duh."
"No, to see Batman kick the rogues to the curb and send them to the loony bin!"
"Sometimes, Angie, I really question out friendship."
Rebecca Thompson, or Becca, was 19 years old, had shoulder length black hair, a medium build, and a thing for guys on the wrong side of the law.
Angela Nightingale, or Angie, was older than her best friend by two weeks and had long, blond hair that was always in pigtails, a slightly better figure, and practically worshiped do-gooders.
The two of them had been friends since Preschool, and if they hadn't met and become friends then, they would have been sworn enemies now. Becca fit inside the goth/punk category, while Angie was more on the preppy side. Becca wore black and silver with the occasional red, while Angie adored the color pink. They couldn't have been more different, but they had been best friends their whole lives.
"I wonder if they got any Chinese joints in Gotham. I could go for some chicken right now."
Angie gasped. "Becca, you know I can't eat anything fried or battered! I have to stick with my diet!"
Becca rolled her eyes. "Angie, please, why are you even on that stupid diet? You don't need to lose weight, you need to gain weight! I swear, if you lose any more weight, you're gonna get knocked over by the first stiff breeze that blows by. Come on, you're gonna put meat on those bones whether you like it or not."
She grabbed Angie by the arm and dragged her to the nearest source of food, which happened to be a food court at Gotham Mall. Becca, upon seeing the mall, let go of Angie; her eyes were opened as far as they would go.
"Um, maybe we should go somewhere else, I don't think-"
An earsplitting shriek caused Becca to cover her ears as Angie jumped up and down.
"Oh my God, a mall! Quick, Becca, there's only one thing to do!"
"Shopping?" she asked quietly, dreading the answer.
Becca groaned as Angie grabbed her and pulled her to the place she had no desire to go to. Just a minute ago, she had been dragging a reluctant Angie, and now it was the other way around.
Oh, the irony, she thought bitterly as the two entered. Right by the door was, in Becca's opinion, the most revolting store on the planet. Her eyes widened in terror as Angie dragged her closer and closer to the dreaded store.
"Oh god, Angie, no, not that, please anything but that!"
"Oh lighten up, it's just Claire's."
"Exactly! There is no way in hell I'm going in there!"
"Oh, come on, don't be such a baby."
The minute her feet were dragged onto the fluffy white carpet, she dropped to her knees and began choking.
"Too . . . much cough pink . . . . . must. . . get to. . . .Hot wheeze Topic . . . . . before cough it's too gasp late!"
"Becca, get up," Angie laughed nervously through gritted teeth. "You're embarrassing me, Becca, people are staring."
"Angie, in case I don't make it, tell my family I said . . . goodbye." She collapsed on her stomach.
Angie gave a nervous laugh as she dragged Becca out of Claire's. Once she was out, she sprang to her feet and gasped for air like a fish out of water. She stood up and raised her hands to the ceiling.
"Lord, it's a miracle! Hallelujah, I'm cured!" She marched in place. "I can walk!" She ran in place. "I can run! It's a miracle!"
"Becca, you're embarrassing me! If you're going to be like that, then wait here while I look around Claire's!"
Becca hissed. "Demon!"
"Ha ha, very funny. Just because I like the color pink doesn't mean I've got a demon inside me."
"Says you," Becca snorted. "Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm going to Hot Topic where I can thrive with my people. Meet you at the food court when I'm done?"
Angie sighed. "Oh, alright, but that doesn't mean I'm eating!"
"Fine by me."
The girls went their separate ways, one to Claire's and one to Hot Topic.
In Claire's, Angie was looking at an adorable pink handbag when someone backed into her. Angie spun on her heels.
A young redhead was looking at her apologetically. "Oh my gosh, I'm sorry!"
"Oh, it's okay; you startled me, that's all. Hi, my Name's Angela Nightingale."
"Barbara Gordon, nice to meet you. I don't think I've seen you around here before, are you new to Gotham?"
"Um, kinda; my friend and I are visiting for spring break."
"Cool, is she here?"
"No, the little drama queen went off somewhere else. Becca doesn't shop at Claire's."
"Oh, that's too bad; this is where I get a lot of my stuff."
Angie gasped. "Oh my gosh, me too! I have never been able to say that with Becca!"
Barbara laughed. "So, where is this Becca anyway?"
"Oh, some goth store. Total ew."
The two of them kept talking until they walked out of the store. A teenage boy with Raven hair greeted Barbara.
"Hey, Barb, Bruce says he needs us to go to work early."
Barbara frowned. "I thought he didn't need us until later tonight."
"Yeah, but apparently he's got some new stuff he wants to go over." He looked from Barbara to Angie. "Who's your friend?"
"Oh, this is Angela Nightingale. Angie, this is Dick Grayson."
"Hi," he shook Angie's hand.
"Hi," Angie giggled."
Barbara turned to Angie. "Hey, I gotta go. I'll talk to you later, okay?"
"Okay, see ya." With the two of them gone, Angie headed to the food court to meet with Becca.
A/N: I have no idea if I spelled their names right, or if Barbara would shop at Claire's. Seriously, my friends did that to me when we were at the mall. They ran out of Claire's so fast it's not even funny.