Gotham's newest heroes.(P)

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    Okay. Here is our thread. Lol.


    My Charrie:
    Name- Brooke Grayson
    Nickname- Brookie or Bro.
    Age-15
    Looks-
    Personality- Brooke is like her father. She is charming, flirtatious, bold, daring and always ready to sacrifice her life for the good of Gotham. She always keeps her promises and can be a bit of a smartelec when it comes to doing something she really doesn't want to. She can be a bit brash at times and clingy to the ones she loves and will never let anyone be sad or hurt while she is around.
    History- Brooke came from a unusual home with her mother being in a wheel chair for a while and her father always gone during the nights. She grew up with Tim Drake and Stephanie Brown as her friends until they started dating and pushed her to the side, so she moved into Gotham with Bruce Wayne and was the second female Robin until she took up the mantle as Nightwing once her father, the original Boy Wonder and Nightwing returned to being Officer Grayson. She has a background in Acrobatics, hand to hand combat, a geuiness in technology and in intelligence, very athletic.
    Hero name- Nightwing.
    Costume-[img width=374 height=510]http://orig00.deviantart.net/6…add78b82249f4-d5hkbyc.jpg[/img]

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    Awesome
    Name: Isabelle Todd
    [img width=510 height=341]http://www.designsnext.com/wp-…/01/Blonde-hairstyles.jpg[/img]
    Personality and history: well Isabelle is a bit um.... Different from most people. She doesn't like being told what to do, it's common inost fifteen years old teens right? Not like this. She hates when people touch anything that belongs to her. Few people know this but she still has the old teddy she's had since she was a kid. She still got those nightmares but they were much worse. She still hasn't told anyone about them and probably never will. When she was about three years old she was trapped in a burning building. After being rescued she was put in Jason Todd's care. She was bullied and as a result sent six boys to the nurses office in preschool. The bullying only got worse as she grew older causing her to lose even mor sleep but it eventually stopped when she scared some kids.
    Nicknames: Izzy or Tinkerbell or just Tink. (She liked fairies when she was little)

    Ooc-Yay! Looks great. Going to start with them in Bruce Wayne's manor just before they have to go to school.


    Brooke Grayson woke up to the sound of her alarm going off. She groaned as she thought about the day at school. "Again with the stupid uniforms and jocks and stupid cheerleaders." She mumbled in slight annoyance. Sure she was in the popular crowd but that was only because she lived with Bruce Wayne, the so called prince of Gotham. She got up and dressed into her uniform. She grabbed her books and stuff.

    Izzy drove up to the manor to get brooke. She was tired. Her father so kindly let her "borrow" his motorcycle. She really just took the keys and didn't bother ask. She felt a bit uneasy as she hid the motorcycle and stuffed the keys in her pocket. She was dressed in a simple black leather jacket and red t shirt and black jeans some steel toed boots. She hated uniforms. She sighed and waited for Brooke she hadn't gotten any sleep again. Well. So much for passing finals.

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    Brooke grabbed a piece of toast and a apple from the isle of the kitchen. She huffed as Alfred started to protest. "Sorry, Alfie. I gotta run." She smiled to the butler. "Master Grayson, I told your father to stop and now I will tell you to stop." The old butler said in his British accent. "I really gotta go." Brooke said and ran out the door. She looked for Izzy. "You could've came inside." She slung her backpack over her shoulder and ate the toast as she walked over

    "I spaced out. Sorry." She said simply. That had been happening a lot lately. She could be doing something and she would suddenly space out. She walked over to the motorcycle and smiled. "Let's go." Her blonde hair was slightly messy and it was hard to tell if she styled it that way or if she didn't feel like doing her hair that morning.

    "Oh. It's totally fine." She smiled. She always had a big smile on her face just like her dad. Her black hair always fell in perfect curls behind her back. She looked just like her mom but mostly took after her dad. She threw the apple and books in her bag as she climbed onto the motarcycle.

    She drove to school and sighed looking out at the crowd of students. She took a deep breath knowing she would get an anxiety attack. She wasn't fond of crowded places. "I'm going home." She said suddenly. She'd rather get in trouble again than have to deal with such a large crowd. She couldn't really move. She was stiff and if someone were to look closely at her they'd see she was shaking slightly.

    "Izzy, please." Brooke pleaded softly. "I need you here. I hate everyone here they are rich snobs." She said kinda loud for everyone to hear. Her dark blue eyes filled with hurt and desperation. "If you want we can just start punching everyone." She smiled and tried using her charm.

    She tried to listen. Tried to calm down. Her shaking got worse and her face paled slightly. "I... I can't be here. I have to go." Did she even tell her about her anxiety? Probably not. She didn't tell anyone. Only Jason knew about it. She had to blink tears back and turn away but there was a crowd forming around them. "Go away." She said quietly to the other students. They were the cause of all of this. She hated her anxiety attacks but she couldn't get them to go away.

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    Brooke sighed as she saw her leave. "Time to call Dad." She pulled out her phone and dialed her Dad's cell phone number. She hoped he wouldn't be on a case somewhere in Blüdhaven. He answered. "Brooke?" Came across a sleepy voice. "Hey Dad." She smiled. "Can you come pick me up? Izzy is having a bad day." She said softly. "Yeah." He answered and hung up

    She drove off lost in thought and trying to stay calm. Maybe she should tell someone... But who could she tell? She decided she'd start with talking to Alfred about it he could possibly help her get over this. She still got a bit nervous around Bruce. She didn't know why but she did. She drove to the mansion and tried to calm herself down but wasn't working. She walkedto the door bbut tripped and fell. She was so scared and had absolutely no idea what to do.

    Brooke waited for about forty-five minutes before her Dad showed up. They drove to the manor so he could see Bruce and everyone again. They drove in silence. Brooke stared at the window thinking of Izzy. She wanted to help her friend/cousin with whatever just happened to her. They pulled into the manor and she grabbed her stuff

    She got up after falling and debated whether she should talk to him now or later. She decided she was being stupid. It was just an anxiety attack. She could deal with it herself she walked back to the motorcycle quietly hoping no one realized she was there.

    She gave a annoyed huff as she didn't see Izzy. She looked hoping to spot the girl. "Maybe I will see her tonight on patrol." She mumbled under her breath and started to go inside the manor. The manor was crazy. Damian Wayne, the actual son of Bruce Wayne, was starting a fight with Tim over something stupid. Her Dad was in the kitchen messing with Alfred about something and the dog, Ace, was barking at Tim and Damian.

    She ended up falling off the motorcycle just a little ways away from the manor. She could go home and possibly faint on the way or she could go to the manor and talk to Alfred about this. She decided talking to Alfred was better than fainting so she walked to the manor pulling the motorcycle behind her. She was a mess. There was mud all over her jacket and her jeans were torn her leg had a small cut on if there was bruise on her cheek. You'd think she'd gotten in a fight. (Again...) But she was still shaking and finding if hard to breathe.

    She sat on the coach lost in thought. Her smile had faded away and turned into a look of determination. She got off the coach and headed into the kitchen with Alfred and her Dad. "Hey Alfie." She said and sat on the counter. "Missus Grayson, get off my counter." The old English butler said in a stern voice. "How come she gets to call you Alfie?" Dick Grayson whinned. "She doesn't." The butler mumbled. Brooke got off the counter. "Has either of you seen Izzy?" Brooke asked.

    Just then she walked in she was paler now and she was shaking uncontrollably. She was so close to losing control and crying but she was fighting to stay calm. She didn't look up at anyone and just stood there for a minute trying hard to relax.

    Dick slowly walked over to her. "Izzy?" He asked softly. Alfred looked at her and gave a silent huff. Brooke stood still and quietly watched them. She knew her Dad would try and help her with whatever was going on. He was just that type of person.He did have some anxiety attacks when he was child himself