You peer over your bloody shoulder through your tears.

They really did it. Your family, the people who are supposed to love you more than anything, and they were willing to sacrifice your life for what? Is it money? A new home? You don't know, but what you do know, is that North Carolina is no home to you anymore.

"Hey little lady. You lost?" The man talking to you has no hair and is wearing a silly outfit. You shake your head, tears streaming down your face steadily. Nodding at you sympathetically, he places a hand on your shoulder, "If you must insist. But if you ever can't seem to find your way, there will always be a place for you with Haly's Circus."

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That was six years ago, and now, at 21, you think you may have finally found a home in Gotham City.

Hello readers! For anyone who has read my other Jerome Valeska books, hiya! For readers new to the world and ways of Andie, welcome and I hope you enjoy your stay, should you decide to do so. So this story was requested a few months ago, and I have been working on it ever since. I will update once a week, preferrably  on Thursdays. The requestee mentioned before is http-havoc I hope this story turns up satisfactory for you and everyone else reading, and sorry for the short prologue, I just felt like giving a teaser into your past before starting the story.

Ciao cherie,

Andie