Prompt Post - Part Five [CLOSED TO NEW PROMPTS]
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You’ve heard about Gotham before. In other places kids tell stories about Gotham to scare each other. In Gotham kids tell the stories so they know what to do. They tell you how to hold your breath when people scream or laugh a certain way. They tell you which places smell like fish all the time and which don’t. They tell you what grass you really don’t want to walk on, which flowers you don’t want to pick. They tell you to be nice to cats and give them bits of food when you can because the cats remember and sometimes they’ll help you back. They tell you about Batman and how he tries to save everyone even though he can’t.
You’ve heard about people like Mr. Crawford too. Mr. Crawford likes belts and closets that have locks on them. He doesn’t like it when kids do something wrong. Mr. Crawford is strict and someone is always doing something wrong.
Jake is the oldest foster kid. At first you’re afraid of him. He’s bigger and stronger and it wouldn’t take much for him to hurt you. But Jake is good. He finds food when they aren’t given any and makes sure everyone has some. Sometimes when Mr. Crawford is really mad he makes sure it’s at him. Jake says the foster part doesn’t matter. He says you’re siblings and siblings watch out for each other. For you, in Gotham, in the Crawford house, Jake is Batman. He isn’t always there and he can’t always save you but he tries anyway.
You get second place in the science fair. Jake forges Mr. Crawford’s signature and sneaks you out so you can go. He tells you one day science will get you out of the system.
Mr. Crawford finds out.
Your name is Wally Crawford Freeman (you think it’s ironic, you don’t feel very free).
You have to change school in the middle of the year. They’re learning different things here but science is your favorite subject and science is your way out. You spend your recess in the library looking at all the science books.
Your name is Wally Freeman Webb. You are eight years old.
They decide that there’s something wrong with you.
They try and give you pills to fix it but you can’t swallow them and when you do they make you feel funny, like someone else is walking in your body. It makes you mad. Everything always gets taken away from you. You don’t want them to take this too.
It makes you so mad that one day you take your body back and bite Ms. Webb’s hand when she tries to put the pill in your mouth.
Your name is Wally Webb Wallace. You live in a group home with twenty five other boys.
Your first night there some of the other boys sneak into your room and beat you until you’re black and blue.
They keep on giving you pills. You don’t like them any more than you did the last ones but if you don’t take these they tie you up to the bed and leave you there without food or water.
You stay there for seven months.
Your name is Wallace Wally Rivera. You live in Central City, home of The Flash.
It isn’t long before The Flash is your favorite superhero. He’s awesome. He fights bad guys and saves the day and he still has time for everybody, even for kids like you. Heck, even for his villains. Plus, on top of all of that, The Flash likes science. He says he uses it to help him catch the bad guys.
Whenever things go bad, which is a lot, you escape with science. You learn more and more about it. In your head you pretend you’re using it to help The Flash with the latest supervillain or alien invasion.
Your name is Wally Rivera Davis. You are ten years old.
You’re bigger than you used to be. Stronger. Quicker. Not by much but by enough. When one of the other boys attacks you, tries to take away your food, he’s the one who ends up hurt. You’re angry and you’re riding the thrill of having bested someone. You don’t stop hitting the other boy until you’re pulled off.
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