I just wrote this on my iPod within the last hour, so I apologize if the grammar and spelling is horrid. I didn't really have a chance to ترمیم it ^^; any how, this is just a little something on my character Fin. He has enhanced healing and moderate super strength in case I didn't make it clear in the story C:


It was a rather gloomy دن in Gotham city. It was cloudy and damp out. Mr. Finley McGuire's least favourite kind of weather. Especially when he was cooped up in the eleventh grade mathematics classroom یا Gotham Academy. It was forty five منٹ into the class and Finn had long sense stopped paying attention his teacher, Ms. Howard. He was tempted to put his head down on the desk, but he knew he'd be be called out سے طرف کی his lovely teacher for it. So he simply let out a small, exasperated sigh and quietly drummed his fingers against his desk, fiddling with the tie of his uniform. He hated it. It always felt like he was being strangled.

"Mr. McGuire!" He snapped his head towards the front of the room. Had he forgotten to look like he was paying attention again?! 

"I'm awake miss! I swear! I was just uh... Taking in the info?" he smiled sheepishly. Ms. Howard sighed shaking her head. 

"I wasn't making commentary on your... 'exceptional' attention span Mr. McGuire. You've been called down to the office. I suggest آپ don't leave the principle waiting." Fin nodded brusquely before getting up from his desk. 

He strolled down the hall, hands shoved into his pockets, whilst whistling. He felt a tad bit worried... Why was he wanted in the main office? The dread hit him. Had he not gotten his grades up enough?! He'd really been trying...

Fin hesitantly walked through the door into the secretary's office. He smiled nervously at the woman behind the desk. "I was called down?" 

The woman smiled, looking up from her computer. "yes of course, he کہا just to go right into his office when آپ got here Mr. McGuire." 

He nodded once again and went into the اگلے door. 

"Mr. McGuire, please. Take a seat" The principle کہا folding his hands. 

Fin sat down and didn't wait for an explanation "I've been keeping my grades up! Sir really! I can't lose my scholarship! My mom can't afford this school without it!" he needed this school to get into a good university. He knew all the good football scouts came HERE looking for players.  

"that is not why you're here Mr. McGuire. This visit concerns something else entirely. It is about your drug test results..."

His eyes widened. "I haven't been taking anything I swear!" Something must have gone wrong, he'd never jeopardize his football for something as pointless as THAT.

The principle held up a hand to silence him. "your tests came back negative." relief washed over Fin's face. Thank god "However, we have reason to believe that آپ ARE using performance enhancing drugs Mr. McGuire." 

His eyes widened "WHAT?! آپ just کہا yourself that all my tests are negative!"

"you have broken rival players bones from mere tackles. Would آپ care to explain to me how that would be possible unless آپ has a little help?"

"Maybe their coaches never taught them to fall correctly! یا maybe they have weak bones!" he replied pleadingly. They couldn't take this away from him! He was so close 

"and as I might recall, you've 'accidentally' broken several door knobs throughout the school as well as some locker doors. Were weak boned as well Mr. McGuire?"

"I haven't done anything wrong sir" he was almost yelling now. He got up abruptly from his chair. "If I can't play football here, I will lose my scholarship! Please sir. I swear I haven't done anything. My mom- my mom can't afford the school without a scholarship here." he lowered his voice pleadingly. 

The man stated at him cooly. "I'm sorry son, but it would be too much of a liability to the school. Unless آپ confess-"

"I CAN'T CONFESS TO SOMETHING I HAVE NOT DONE!" he slammed his fist down on the desk, causing the wood enough it to splinter slightly

The man's eyes widened.  "I'm going to have to ask آپ to leave my office" there was a tone of fear in his voice.

How could this be happening. It felt unreal. Fin could feel tears stinging in his eyes, but he refused to cry. He wasn't that weak and he sure as hell wouldn't let the principle see him this way even if he was. Fin moved quickly to the door, throwing it open. 

"Are آپ all right dear?" the secretary asked, sounding slightly concerned. Fin didn't answer, he just continued across the office feeling increasingly angry. He couldn't hold it in any more, so he punched the wall. His hand made an exceptional dent and the sickening crunch of breaking bone could be heard as the two collided. 

The secretary let out a shrill squeal of horror". "MY GOODNESS! Dear look what you've done! You've probably broken your hand and oh! Just look at the wall

"I'm fine" he snapped as he stalked out of the office. He knew his hand would be fine. He could already feel the bones within it rearranging themselves and healing. It would be as good as new سے طرف کی رات کے کھانے, شام کا کھانا time. He was so busy fuming, he bumped into someone, causing the individual to stumble back slightly. 

"Hey! Whoa watch it!" it was that Wayne kid... What was his name? Richard? He didn't care. All he knew is that kid would never have to worry about affording school. He knew he shouldn't be resenting him for it, but it was all he could do whilst wallowing in self pity. He glared at the kid momentarily before continuing his way to the front doors of the school. 

Once he was outside he sat down on the steps, putting his face in his hands. His mom would be heartbroken. She'd been so happy about this and now it was gone. He hoped that she wouldn't cry. He didn't think he'd be able to take it if she did.

Once he'd finally gotten ahold of himself, Fin stood up taking a deep breath. He wasn't quite ready to go ہوم yet, but he sure as hell didn't want to stay sitting here. He stuffed his hands into his pockets and began to walk down the sidewalk. The دن was still gloomy. It looked like it might start to rain, only now, Fin didn't really care.