Daughter Of Insanity

The Voices and a Phone Call

The bell went and I took my bag from Falcon so I could go to art. You see, at Gotham's Academy Of Villains, you can pick the class you do. I usually go for Art, Music, Insanity 101, Gun and other weapons, and that's about it. They're the only skills need. "Ok, who's going where today? I'm doing double art, Insanity, Guns and other weapons, and then double Music." I told the boys. Falcon said he would be joining me in the weapons class, Isaac is coming to Art with me, and Caleb is going to be with me in Music. So that leaves me alone in Insanity 101. Perfect! "Ok, see ya later guys, come on, Isaac. I want to be at least five minutes late!" I smiled at them all, handing my bag to Isaac. He took it and we both headed off towards the Art block. There were six classrooms in this bloc, and I always got one to myself and the gang. Maybe it's because I'm the princess of Gotham City, who knows?

We got to the classroom and I walked over to the supply cupboard. "Isaac, help me," I ordered him, holding the door open. He put our bags down and pulled out my throne, putting it in its usual spot. (Chair above.) "Thanks, Isaac. Ok, give me two minutes." I smiled at him, walking over to the computer and switching it on. It was way too silent in here, and I couldn't keep a sane state of mind without some form of noise. Going on youtube, I typed in my parent's song and clicked on the correct one. "That's better!" I smiled before falling back onto my throne and starting to sing along. I honestly love my parent's song, and I think it's the only thing that keeps me sane at times.

"You'll never take us alive
We swore that death will do us part
They'll call our crimes a work of art
You'll never take us alive
We'll live like spoiled royalty, lovers and partners
Partners in crime
Partners in crime

This, the tale of reckless love, living a life of crime on the run,
I brush to a gun to paint these states green and red,
Everybody freeze, nobody move, put the money in the bag or we will shoot,
Empty out the vault and me and my doll will be on our way,

Our paper faces flood the streets,
And if the heat comes close enough to burn then we'll play with fire 'cause...

You'll never take us alive
We swore that death will do us part
They'll call our crimes a work of art
You'll never take us alive
We'll live like spoiled royalty, lovers and partners
Partners in crime
Partners in crime

Oh, just try and catch us!

Here we find our omnipotent outlaws fall behind the grind tonight,
Left unaware that the lone store owner won't go down without a fight.
Where we gonna go? He's got us pinned!
Baby, I'm a little scared
Now, don't you quit
He's sounded the alarm, I hear the sirens closing in.

Our paper faces flood the streets,
And if the heat comes close enough to burn then we're burning this place to the ground 'cause...

You'll never take us alive
We swore that death will do us part
They'll call our crimes a work of art
You'll never take us alive
We'll live like spoiled royalty, lovers and partners,
Partners in crime

This is ... police department. Come out with your hands up, we have the place surrounded. Put your weapons down, put your weapons down! Ready, men? Aim... Fire!

The skies are black with lead-filled rain,
A morbid painting on display,
This is the night the young love died,
Buried at each other's side,
You never took us alive
We swore that death would do us part
So now we haunt you in the dark,
You never took us alive,
We live as ghosts among these streets,
Lovers and partners
Partners in crime
Partners in crime
Partners in crime."

When it ended, I went over and just put a random playlist on before sitting back down and getting out my artwork. I had been drawing Mum and Dad over the summer and was working on one of Mum at the moment. "That's really good, Harmony." Isaac smiled as he sketched away at his own drawing. I looked over his shoulder and tilted my head. "Whatcha drawing, puddin'?" I asked. He blushed and looked up, his red bangs in his eyes. I had him. Isaac is the only one of the gang that I call puddin' and he loves it. "It's this place I saw on this poster outside the school. Somewhere called the Isle of the Lost. Apparently, the school is doing an exchange system with them and a student will be picked at random to go." He explained, moving his head so his bangs weren't on his face. I nodded and looked at his sketch again. "So what are you going off?" I asked. He pulled out a poster and I took it from him to look at.