Caught in the Comfort of Strangers [Open]

[Kara Zor-El - Supergirl]

Sometimes she was considered an angel lost in a city of strangers. Sent from the stars above, some thought she was here to save the world like her cousin Clark. And then there were those that saw her as an outsider an alien here to take over the world. She had just as much power as Superman, though lacking the self control that Superman was known for. Most knew his motives, but her....she was still seen as questionable by some. It was hard to say if this really hurt her all that much. As Supergirl, he mind passed over this thought. She was Super girl after all.

Though it was the times going around as Linda that caused her the most grief. She tried to fit in. To try and be one of them. To try and be weak and helpless like them. But she never would. Even going through school on this planet, she could be outcasted by the human race without them knowing who she really was. But by being human, it gave her the chance to not be praised by the people for being a protector of the planet. Though as Linda, her eyes were more open to just how cruel people could be.

To hold back her anger was saying the least. She had to bite her tongue at times dealing with people as a human being. She had to protect her identity is she wanted to be left alone. Kara had been trying so hard to live the way Clark had all his life. Easier said than done. Clark was the all American boy next-door type of guy growing up with that personality. Kara had come to this planet knowing she was superior to that of the human race because of her powers. Maybe some what arrogant in ways when dealing with those on this planet who protected it at first.

It had taken time and training to help bring her down a few pegs from her over confident ways and rebellion. It was all for the better it seemed.

Though she always felt lose as she walked along the paved walk way through the city. Pushing the glasses she wore up the bridge of noise once again. She was quite surprised that this trick actually worked all this time. It helped at time with the brunette wig she wore from time to time.

There were other days when she went out just as Kara Kent. Though in Gotham, she needed to keep a lot profit.

And in this city, she felt very much alone compared to being in Metropolis. There was so much people did not know about her. And Clark didn't even know about the Outsiders as well. Maybe that was what was weighing on her mind that day?

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It was never fun walking anywhere that wasn't covered in the scum of the Gotham streets. So out of place for someone like Roxanne whose clothing is tattered and old with nothing looking moderately expensive and appearing dirty. She was being given looks from every person who passed her on the sidewalk. Rox knows they're trying to be subtle about it but she knows that they are staring. Her appearance just screams "I'm East End Trash!" Gothamites just have the canny ability to spot which side of Gotham their own lives.

North Gothamites wear all that expensive designer gear with the attitude of "I'm better than you." South Gothamites are just dull and modest, the type of people who just live their lives and don't care for the businesses of anything else. West Gothamites have an air to them as they rush forth and back to their careers and the air-heads of the journalists/media correspondents putting their noses into other people businesses. Those who are within Central Gotham are usually the pencil-pushers who convene at the City Hall and pretty much is just where all sides of Gotham meet. And then of course there are the East Gothamites who'll murder their own mother for ten bucks so they can buy narcotics for themselves. That is just how people like Roxanne are viewed as. 

The thing is, that notion isn't far from the truth but it isn't that close to the truth either. 

When Roxie was seven, a man dragged her to his car and tried to kidnap her but she escaped by biting him and then stabbing him in the leg with a small pocket knife. Let's say a weapon of his is no longer in use. When she was nine, Roxanne was eating in a corner stall of the infamous Stacked Deck and one of the patrons were heckling her. They were ticking her the hell off so she took a fork and threw it at his head where it embedded itself. The kid just continued eating unfazed by the thump. When she was eleven, a little street-brawl turned dirty when the opponent brought in a gun and shot her right in her side. Roxanne was quickly rushed to the local clinic to get the bullet out and the wound stitched. She still carries the scar. 

Not every East End citizen lives like how Roxanne does, there's still a need for survival but the need only grows on what the circumstances are. When a citizen is down-trodden but still has a home, they are less likely to be killed or kidnapped. When you're on your own, a lot of these horrible things are more likely to happen. Roxanne is lucky since she has a little protection in regards to her being associated to the Falcone's, though it doesn't help that she didn't exactly had a normal childhood.  

Ha! What part of me is "normal?"  Roxanne thought mockingly within her own thoughts. 

The teen doesn't consider herself normal. Normal kids go to school and get an education, normal kids have homes, normal kids don't have to dig for scraps of food, normal kids can't talk to birds, normal kids have families who love them, normal kids don't have to be on guard all their life or someone will stab them in the back.

The thing is, Roxanne isn't normal. She is just, well, she's just weird.  

Roxanne went to stare at the series of cars that were driving on the street, thoughts going into a morbid direction. She has no life and no one will be upset if she just disappears. The Falcone's won't be affected and just continue with their dealings if she's out of the way. It'll only take a second to walk right in front of an on-coming car and there won't be much of a bystander spectacle since she's a east end kid within West Gotham. 

"Chirp! Chirp!" 

Roxanne was knocked out of her dark thoughts by a chirping above her ears. Her eyes moving up to the top of her head, a black feathery head was popping out from under her cap and staring right back with beady black eyes. Roxanne brought a hand up and stroked through the dark feathers of her bird-friend letting a small smile grace her lips. Whenever her thoughts went all dark and cynical, Fredrick senses that and will go and knock her out of those thoughts. 

While Roxanne was distracted, however, she bumped into someone and fall back onto her lower back. 

"Hey! Watch were ya goin' Blondie!" Roxanne yelled out as she sat up, baring her teeth in a snarl.