Author Notes: So, this story has been inspired by Reality written by LovelyAmberLight. Her story involved an OC who falls into the Doctor Who universe with all the knowledge that goes with it. She treated this subject from a more realistic point of view. I found many good fanfiction that involved someone falling into their favourite TV Show, books or movies universe where they know and the characters just accept the situation but in Reality the character doesn't believe the OC. And they don't trust her. This is what I'm going to do. If you're not interesting, don't read. If you are, don't hesitate to tell me what you think.
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Have you ever have that feeling that you are still dreaming or either you are actually dreaming? You know that floating moment where you don't know if the scenery before your very eyes is real or not. You look around you dumbfounded, gaping at everything you see, trying to figure out what the heck happened to you. Or remember what happened to you before you sorta woke up. Oh, why am I asking all these questions? Well, this is how I'm feeling right now.
I'm standing on the sidewalks of the pretty looking city with no idea how I got here in the first place. It's quite fancy with the tall building pretty beautifully designed. People are walking around me like the devil himself were chasing them. And here I am, trying to figure out what the hell is happening to me.
I won't be able to tell you what I was actually doing before I got here because I actually don't remember. I thought about calling 911 but to tell them what. "Oh, I'm sorry officer. I have no idea how I got here but I would like you to help me find my way back home." Or I could simply call home which I did. I was answered by a freaky woman who told me to go to hell. That's how I knew I was pretty screwed. Well, after several calls. You know in case someone was pranking me which they weren't.
No need to tell you, I was having a little breakdown right here. Hyperventilating, panicking, and looking for something that could give me my exact location. There was a guy selling newspaper nearby. I rushed up to the stall and took the first paper I saw. My heart stopped when I read the title of the paper; "The Gotham Times."
Gotham Times like in Gotham City of the Batman Universe. This Gotham City. I know it's not real but it is for me now. If you think I'm accepting the situation quite easily, you are so wrong. Because I didn't accept it quickly or easily and I think I'm still adjusting to it.
You know how many times I wished to be in this universe, dreaming about meeting Batman and Bruce Wayne. Too many times. My favorite Batman has always been Michael Keaton and now Christian Bale. Michael Keaton is the first Batman have seen on screen and it was great. And I liked Christian Bale for obvious reasons. He's good looking and Christopher Nolan has done an amazing job with this movie. How not to like it? It was quite difficult not to.
Anyway, I was on some sort of panic frenzy but human being do the most incredible things when it comes to survival. I would like to say that I went to the police station and asked for help. I would love to say that I've figured out a way to go home. And some of you might want me to say that I went directly to the Wayne Tower and asked for Mr. Wayne. Well, I didn't. If Human beings are able to do the most incredible things when it comes to survival, others are able to do the stupidest things.
Alright, let's think for a moment, if I'm really in Gotham City that means that I'm actually in the Batman Universe and judging by the looks of this City, in the Nolanuniverse. So, if I'm in Gotham City, that means that Batman is real, so is Bruce Wayne and all the villains that comes with the benefit to live in this world. Of course, fantasizing about living in a world and actually living in it, it's not the same thing.
I had no will nor desire to be confronted with the danger that came with living in Gotham City. So, I did what possibly many others or just a few would do. Get as far away as possible from Gotham City or for lack of money as far away from the Wayne building. Problem is as far away from the Wayne tower means that you are living in the worst part of the city.
I really had nothing for me. No money, no jobs, no family. Well, it's not really like I had one before. I had nothing but the clothes on my back and my purse. I had no idea what the heck I was doing. For the first few nights, I'm ashamed to say that I've slept in the streets. On a bench in a park, behind a dumpster. You might think I was stupid and maybe I was. I should have looked for help immediately but I said I wasn't thinking rationally.
Eventually, I had enough of this and seeing I wasn't near anything from going back home. I went to a refuge for one night. I swallowed my pride and went to grab something to eat. I looked pretty odd among the many homeless people that were there to grab something to eat. I was dirty, starving and lost.
I know what you are all thinking why doesn't she go to the Wayne Manor and tell the truth to Alfred? Maybe she got a place to stay, she won't to go through this. But I didn't want to. Not by pride or by stupidity. I didn't want to go because I'm a coward. I like to think that I'm brave but I'm not. That's why I love the heroes in those kind of movie. Because they're not scared to act. They help people because someone has to. They are helping people for the greater good, sacrificing themselves and their lives to do so.
I'm not ready to do that. I could help, sure but…I was taught not to get involved in things that doesn't concern me. I always did as I was taught. Me, going to that refuge was the bravest thing I've ever done in my life. Admitting that I was no other solution but to get in there was the bravest thing I've ever done and that's how sad it was.
After going to the refuge, which I took as a humiliation, I've made up my mind. Whether it's the real world or not, I had to do something. Wake up! I had to. In order to survive. I needed to find a job and a home, earn a living. Like I used to do before. I wouldn't sleep in the streets for one more night, I wouldn't go to that refuge one more day. I wouldn't take this humiliation anymore.
But how can I get a job when I don't even know if my ID is available? What if it's not? What then? As I said, human beings are capable of most incredible things in times of survival. They mind becomes sharper, they also become quick thinker. So, I went to the city hall and I asked them what I needed to do in order to get a new ID. Since mine has been stolen. The receptionist was kind enough to help me fill up the form. I served her some sad story about how I got robbed a few days ago, all my papers and money has been taken and I was left with nothing. So, she was kind enough to help and she paid the fees for me. In those tough times, I had some luck and I promised her that as soon as I got money, I will pay her back.
Those acting skills came to me from years of living in the streets prior to my arrival in Gotham. That's why I didn't want to do this again, I knew how hard it was. How dangerous it could be. It took me years to get out of it and I wasn't ready to go back to that life. I won't. So, with the promise of a new ID card soon to be delivered. I started to look for a small job. I spent an entire day in small shops, restaurants and bars looking for a job. But no one seemed inclined to give that one job that would help me get some money. Not that day at least.
I spent one more night in the streets, once again in the park. The weather was pretty cold and I was shivering on that bench, teeth shattering. I couldn't stop the tears that came to my eyes that night. I couldn't help feeling sorry for myself. And I wished dying of hypothermia that night, at least that nightmare would be over. Yeah, living in Gotham was not agreeable. Especially, when you have no one and no money. When you are no one, life in Gotham is not worth living.
I'm trying to make it realistic but I don't know if I succeeded in doing so. So, just let me know what you think about this first chapter.