Chapter 1: Lost Girl

~Lost Girls~

~Lost Girls gone away~

~Lost Girls, Lindsey Stirling - Brave Enough~

"Get out! Your disrespectful attitude belongs to the streets!" Zara's Foster owner tells as she shoves her outside the cold rain. "Just watch me! The streets probably loves me more than this so called foster home!" Zara yells back at her when she slams the door in her face. The door flings open angrily as a suitcase of her things are thrown into the air and are spilled out onto the wet blacktop. It then closed again and Zara heard a little 'clink' as the door locked shut. Angry and sad tears fall down Zara's cheeks as she shoves her things back into her suitcase and closes it. Running away from the foster home and into he streets of Gotham. She's been in orphanage to foster home for most of her life; till now. Her foster guardians have never told her about her past, and birth parents. They answered with the generic answers for a cliché movie. She never knew anything about her secretive past behind her. The only pro she can think of is that she learned how to play the piano and guitar. Until one day her music teacher had to go away, she never stopped playing. Music was like a special exit for her when times were tough. Waiting forever for a couple to adopt an a child with a ambitious mind just never happened for Zara. She gave up dreaming about it after age 11. Now 15 years old, with a rebellious personality and an ambition for adventure and a taste for danger in the rainy, dark streets for destroying her foster owner's pride by proving her wrong. "Anywhere is better then here." Zara mumbled to herself.

She ran to the nearest 24 hour restaurant and went straight to the bathroom. She laid her suitcase down and looked herself in the mirror. Her once was neatly combed shoulder length blonde hair was now disheveled. Dark circles started to form around her eyes, her makeup started to smudge from the rain and she seemed paler then she's seen herself. Her jean jacket was soaked from the rain and that seeped through to get her red baseball tee wet too. Her dark tight skinny jeans seemed to absorb the rain and her black heeled combat boots seemed slippery to walk on. She sighed and quickly tried to fix her hair to look decent at least. She pushed the door open and asked for a glass of water as she settled onto one of the booths. The maid handed her a glass of water and left Zara there. She needed to think where to go. Having no friends to go to because she was homeschooled in the foster home and all her friends were in the foster home or already adopted. "I can't sulk here forever, I have to go somewhere." She whispered to herself as she finished the water and headed off into the dangerous streets of Gotham.

Walking underneath roofs of building from keeping her from getting soaked she gave up after a car had past by, splashing a huge puddle on her. Zara jut kept highlighting everything she wanted in life, but didn't get. Adventure, danger, the rush of adrenaline in a action packed situation, friends, a loving family. "Stop thinking about it. Think optimistic." She said to herself as she walked in the lonely rain. Zara's the type of person who goes out of her way to be loyal to someone, or make that person happy till the end, seeing beyond someone in a way not a lot of people can do. But in the inside she is the most lonely and self loathing people most of the time. But she can't get everything she wants. She's gotta work hard for it. Was her motto. Then she stopped walking in the rain to see the building in front of her. A connivence store. Her stomach growled at the sight of various snacks and drinks. Remembering she didn't even start dinner, but instead caused chaos at the foster home. Thinking of the most desperate thing, she looked around her from something heavy. Very heavy. A lonely brick hugs the corner of a dumpster. As she picks it up, she tosses it into her hands for a while. She 'loved the feeling of danger anyway'. She thought to herself as she threw the rock at the window, making a loud shattering noise and glass flailing around her. She walked into the window and quickly started to grab a few things before leaving. Good thing the alarms haven't gone of yet. Suddenly, an ear blowing alarm from the store had gone off as Zara dropped an item on the entrance/exit scanner.

She quickly ran out the window as fast as she could, dropping her things and cutting her jeans and leg on the glass. "Damn." She cursed as she saw red and blue lights follow her. She kept running, And dived for the nearest alleyway. Thinking there was a secret exit to the next street it was a died end and she was cornered. "Stop Running now and put your hands behind your head!" The cop screamed behind her. She turned around and did what she was told. The bright car lights shined in Zara's eyes as they handcuffed her wrists and brought her in the car.

After countless mugshots, face and fingerprints recognition, and a bandage on her bleeding leg, she was put in a jail cell with a sandwich provide for her. Mot old enough to be in jail yet, her punishment was a week in jail for destruction of property. "Get way to start the week, huh?" She muttered to herself as she slumped down on the small bed. The feeling of cold clothes had taken over her mind as she reached for her suitcase. The police has let her keep her suitcase after finding no evidence of anything she stole or anything dangerous. She quickly and swiftly changed her top and jacket, leaving her to sleep in her soaked jeans. She'll just have to deal with it. The night guards had started their shift, indicating for Zara to get to bed. She laid down on the small bed and faced away from the bars; she knew she wasn't going to sleep that night, so it's best if she didn't show it.

The place was quiet, but Zara's mind is blasting through her ears. Her thoughts of regret, frustration, sadness etc. Were as loud as her heartbeat that echoed into her ears. Then, some voices had broke through her thoughts. Having nothing better to do, she listened in. "Did you see the file on the brat that tried to rob that corner store a few hours ago?" Said one night guard. "I saw her but, no the file. What's so important in the file anyway?" The other night guard replied. "Apparently, her DNA had matched the one and only. Well, two and only. The Joker and Harley Quinn." Said the night guard excitedly. "Hell no! Really?" The another night guard asked din shock. "Yeah, Even Commissioner Gordon confirmed it. What a Lost Girl huh?" Answered the night guard back.

Zara couldn't believe her ears. The words kept ringing and repeating in her head like a broken record. 'No it can't be.' She thought. She can't just believe some night guards in jail; she has to see for herself. She has to get hold of the file somehow. 'Tomorrow. Yeah, tomorrow.' She thought, as she thought hard a well about her plan all night.