Hi you guys, I decided to take a different direction with this story. I recently read it, and realized how awful it was. I wanted to take a different approach :D

Warning: This story content abuse and sexual content!

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'Diana, get your sorry ass over here now!'

Diana flinched at her mother's voice as she called from the kitchen. She obeyed her anyways, since she really didn't have a choice.

When she entered the kitchen, the back of her hand met her cheek harshly. The smell of alcohol lingered her breath. She looked up, clutching her sore cheek.

'Make sure you're on time. Your first day in college shouldn't be wasted. Not that you could ever accomplish anything' he snarled.

Her mom's boyfriend, Michael, watched from the breakfast table. His eyes were empty, as always. He was as abusive as she was.

Diana left the kitchen, and headed for her room to get dressed, and head for her first day in Gotham University. Little did she know Michael had followed her. She became aware of that fact when she heard the door lock behind her. She shuddered.

She just ignored the fear stirring inside of her, and picked up her school-bag. She was scared to go to college. She had wanted to go to college for so long, but she started to regret her choices.

Her body trembled when she felt Michael's rough hand trace the curve of her butt. She froze. With him, she felt completely terrified.

'You have such a nice ass, Diana' he purred into her ear.

He grabbed her at her shoulders, and pushed her down onto her bed. He straddled her waist, and held her hands above her head. Tears filled her eyes. Why was her life such a mess? Why had her dad left her? And why did she get a rapist stepfather in return? It was so unfair.

She whimpered at him biting the once soft, flawless flesh of her neck. He pushed his knee between her legs. She already knew what was going to happen, and she hated the fact she let him do this. But she was too weak and too fragile to stop him.

His grip on her wrists tightened. She choked back a sob.

'Don't be like that, Diana…you know you enjoy this' he hissed into her ear.

Tears blurred her vision. She remembered the first time he had raped me. She was sixteen back then. And now, three years later, it still happened daily. It still hurt every, single time.

She just stayed still as he undressed her, and took of his pants. A faint cry of pain left her lips as he forced himself inside of her, memories of years of abuse flooding back into her system. Tears freely ran down her cheeks as he violated her, hurt her, and broke her.

She kept crying out of someone to help her, but knew very well no one would come to her rescue.

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Jonathan Crane seated himself behind his desk. He watched students enter the classroom, all of them young, and full of hope. They had to be prepared. His classes weren't easy.

A young, brown-haired girl that suddenly entered caught his attention. Her head held high, but her green eyes hollow. Her hair was tied together in a ponytail, and allowed him to see a rather large bruise, or rather, a bite-mark in her neck. It was a fresh wound, and judging from her looks, she hadn't enjoyed it.

Another student, a blonde girl in clothes that barely covered her, pushing past the girl, and caused her to fall hard to the ground. For a moment, she remained on the ground. Obvious tears were in her eyes.

Crane thought long, realizing this girl had little to no self-confidence.

A blonde boy got to her side quickly, and helped her up. Both of them were forced to sit in the front row, since the other seats were filled.

He stood up, his hands behind his back.

'Welcome students. I'm Jonathan Crane, your teacher in psychology for the coming years. And don't think you'll pass this subject easily. Not many students have passed my classes so far, because I want you to work hard. Many students will argue that I'm 'mean' or 'unfair' but in reality, I'm preparing you for what's coming. The world isn't all nice and sweet, and neither will I' he explained himself.

For the remainder of his little talk, he couldn't help but keep his eyes on the young girl in the front row. She obviously wasn't paying attention; her head was resting in her hands, her eyes cast down. He decided to make an example.

Slowly, he walked towards her table. Hard and suddenly, he slammed his hand onto her table, causing her to gasp, and look up. Her eyes were wide with fear as she stared at him. Her bottom lip trembled. He had to frown. She looked like a little kid that had been caught doing something that she wasn't supposed to do.

'Mind you, young people, you will fail in my classes if you don't pay attention' he said, his eyes boring deeply into hers.

Tears filled her eyes. He wondered why. She was getting emotional over nothing.

'Your name' he asked her.

She lowered her eyes.

'Diana…O'C-Connell' she answered very softly.

'Well, Miss O'Connell, would you mind telling your classmates what you were doing?' he asked her, and inward smirk playing at seeing her so terrified.

He enjoyed seeing her scared, he would admit that. Her fear was intoxicating.

'I…I wasn't p-p-paying attention' she softly stuttered.

He removed his hand from her desk.

'Next time, Miss O'Connell, please do pay attention' he told her.

'Y-yes sir' she replied, her weak voice merely a whisper.

He took a seat at his desk, and pulled open his book.

'Page 22' he told his students.

He kept his eyes on young Diana. He saw tears run down her cheeks. Carefully, she raised her hand. A flash of annoyance went through him.

'Yes?' he asked.

'C-can I use the r-restroom?' she asked very softly.

'I was just about to start my class, Miss O'Connell. I'm afraid you'll have to wait' he replied.

She lowered her hand, both her hands now in her lap, clutching the fabric of her jeans so tightly it turned her knuckles white.

A slight smirk played on his lips. He enjoyed seeing her so weak. She was at his mercy. She wanted to get away, but he kept her in the classroom like a little mouse in a cage.

At the same moment, he frowned. What caused her to react so emotionally? He wanted, no, he needed to know. He needed to know what she feared, what drove her towards breaking out in tears. For some reason, he wanted to spare her from being afraid. He had to protect her.

During his class, she remained quiet, and tense. When someone would so much ask her, she looked like she would fall apart from terror.

A rather smart guy in the front row, Adam Fischer, whom had helped her up before, would help her if she didn't get it. She felt at ease with this guy. She seemed much more relaxed with him. It was obvious the two had already met before. Maybe they were childhood friends.

A hint of anger found its way into his head. He tried to restrain the fact he was irritated, but he couldn't. He wouldn't, couldn't allow another man to look at her, to touch her…

'Mr. Fischer, please go back to your own work. If Miss O'Connell requires assistance in her work, it'll be my job to help her' he snapped.

His remark immediately put the blonde, brown-eyed boy back into his place.

He got up, and made his way towards the young girl. He watched as she rested his palm against her forehead, her eyes puffy and red. Up close, he saw more bruises. They stood out around her wrists, as if someone had roughly grabbed her.

She came to notice he was watching her, and became very nervous. He silently read her answers, seeing she had completely missed what he had just explained. Her answers were illogic, and dumb. She was nearly a shame to his subject.

'Your answers' he commented, making her look up.

'S-sir?' she softly asked.

He pointed at her handwriting.

'All of them are wrong. I suggest you read those pages again, and start over. If you expect to be successful in the future, I'd start paying attention' he cruelly told her.

She looked at him, her mouth slightly agape, while fresh tears brimmed in her eyes.

'I'm sorry' she softly said.

'Do you think you'll succeed with such an apology? Gotham is a cruel world, Miss O'Connell. They won't accept failure' he harshly said.

That seemed to make her snap. She shot up, and ran out of the classroom. Her classmates started whispering after the door closed behind her.

He put his hands behind his back. This girl fascinated him. For some odd reason, she had sparked something inside of him. He couldn't place it.

His gaze grew cold as he watched Adam get up. He too, left the classroom. He heaved a very deep sigh. He decided to follow them. This girl was causing more trouble than she was worth. He was annoyed and irritated by her shy and weak personality, and yet…couldn't keep his eyes of her.

This year would surely be interesting…

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Diana held her knees closely to her chest as she sobbed. She felt so stupid for crying so suddenly, but she couldn't help it. She had endured enough mental and physical abuse. And then…that Professor Crane came and told her she was a failure…she just couldn't take it.

She looked up at seeing Adam come over to her. Her blonde, best friend had always looked out for her. He took a seat next to her.

'You okay, D?' he asked.

She snuggled up against him, only to cry into his chest.

'I feel like such a loser. No one will ever see me as something better than I am' she sobbed.

He placed his arms around her, his comfort the only physical contact she was able to bear.

'Of course not, you're my best friend, D. I think you're the sweetest, and most wonderful girl around. Even after all that you went through, you're still able to smile' he said.

Diana closed her eyes, relieved he cared. He was the only one that knew of the abuse she suffered. He had proposed she'd come and live with him, but she would never be able to get past her mom, or Michael.

Both of them looked up at seeing Professor Crane in front of them. Diana averted her eyes, fear seeping into her rather quickly. She hated being in his presence. His intense blue gaze was so unnerving and scary…

'Miss O'Connell, would you please explain why you decided to have a mental breakdown on your first day in college?' he asked.

Adam helped her up. He looked at Crane, his eyes full with anger.

'No offence sir, but you have no fucking clue what this girl went through!' he snapped.

Diana softly pulled Adam's sleeve, not wanting him to tell this teacher her darkest secret. He looked at her, his eyes softening instantly.

'Enlighten me, Miss O'Connell. What makes you think you could get out of my class?' Crane asked, his blue eyes looking straight into her soul.

She didn't respond. She felt light-headed, and really uncomfortable.

'My parents had a divorce' she softly lied.

'Very well. If you're feeling better, I'd like that the two of you head back to my class' he replied.

She knew he could see she was lying, but she refused to let him know the truth. He was a teacher, he wouldn't understand.

She tightly held onto her best friend as they walked back to class. She still felt Crane's eyes burn holes into her back as she did. She fought back her tears, the mere feeling of a guy looking at her terrifying her. She just wanted to away from all this.

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After class had ended, Crane watched the students slowly leave. Young Diana waited for Adam to pack up his bag. He eyed her closely. He had to admit, if he didn't pay attention to her bruises, or her terrible personality, he found her quite beautiful. Her wavy hair, reached down the middle of her back, and her bangs that were parted in the middle of her forehead reached down to her ears.

She wore a simple, white, long-sleeved shirt, which slightly showed her bra underneath. She wore simple, skinny jeans, and a pair of black, old converse shoes.

He found she had her curves in all the right places, and wondering why she didn't have a boyfriend. He then reminded himself that she -clearly- had a lot of trust issues, and wouldn't be able to handle being that close to a guy.

She noticed his eyes on her, and shifted nervously. This caught his attention. She was so timid around men, especially those she didn't know. She refused to let anyone she didn't know, touch her, or even come close to her.

Being as good in reading people as he was, he quickly figured out she was assaulted at home, both physically, and emotionally. It didn't really surprise him. Gotham was a hard city. Criminality flooded this rotten city's streets.

Still, he couldn't help but feel sorry for the poor girl. She was young, and inexperienced with the world. The current image she had of people led her to be timid, and weak.

Just before his last students left, he called her name. She looked at him, tightly clutching the boy's arm as she did. A flash of anger went through him at seeing her hold on to someone else.

'If you ever feel like you need help, let me know' he said with a semi-friendly smile.

She nodded faintly, before hurrying out of the classroom. It was pretty obvious she was terrified.

He sat back, a smirk playing on his lips. After school, he would request to see her files. He wanted to know what kind of person she was. He needed to know.

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After all her classes had ended, Diana was forced to go home. She slowly unlocked the door, her stomach aching. She knew nothing good would happen once she got home.

Her mother looked at her from the kitchen-table.

'How did it go?' she asked.

Diana swallowed thickly.

'I…I ran out of class' she softly said.

Her mother shot up. Diana immediately took a step back.

'Why?' her mother hissed.

'I…I…one of the teachers called me a failure' she dared to say.

It only took a moment for her mother's hand to collide with her cheek. She fell to the ground, and hit her head hard against the wall. Her mother grabbed her at her collar.

'You are a failure, Diana. You aren't worth anything. If I had it my way, I wouldn't hesitate to throw you out onto the streets' she hissed.

Diana's eyes filled with tears.

'Mom…please…' he begged softly.

'Don't call me that!'

Before she knew it, her mom had punched her in the face. She cried out, but her mother's hands kept hitting her, not just on her face, but on her body as well.

'You little bitch. Why couldn't your dad just take you with him?!' she snarled.

'Mom…please stop…you're hurting me' Diana begged.

But her mother didn't stop. She was forced to endure her abuse, being defenseless to do anything against it. She felt weak. She was weak. She couldn't even stand up for herself.

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First chapter is done. I hope you guys like it that I took a different approach on this story, because after reading the earlier version, I realized how awful it really was.

Anyways enjoy, and have a nice day!

~TheOneWithTooManyInterests