DC - Lucia Ace quinzelㅣAnd Damian wayneㅣ(All seasons together)

- Chapter 16 -

-Lucia's POV _

First day of school.

Whoa.

It sounds really special.

But it's not.

I'm going to run away as soon as I find my mom and dad so I'll stay really short in this... school whatever. But, you know. That doesn't mean I can't enjoy it, right?

I received my uniform and I'm looking at myself in the mirror.

Weird.

[Basty, basty, basty... plase. I dyed my hair about a month ago...! I can't just dye back. Please!!!]

I pleaded but Batman just handed me 35 dollars.

Of course, I freaked out.

Batman handed me the money and told me to dye my hair back to my original color.

It's really a mystery... Batman has to supervise his suit and Bat mobile and he had to built bat cave and computer and he has to LIVE but I guess he has planty of money enough to do this all.

Hmm, anyway... I thought my emerald mint hair was pretty... but his eyes are serious.

I didn't have any choice and dyed it back to my light yellow color.

So I'm looking at myself, I mean... normal self.

Staring at the mirror, wearing Gotham Academy uniform.

The uniform's color is Dark navy and it's giving me 'normal child in happy family' vibe.

I look normal inside the mirror.

Except my fale skin, I look really normal.

Not even noticing, I place my hand on the mirror.

What if....?

There is a saying, there is no such thing as a what if in history and life but still, what if....

What if they were not a crazy criminals?

What if Joker and Harley quin was,,,, not Joker and Harley quinn?

What if they were just a normal parents, a couple, persons?

So... what life I would have lived....?

Going to school and making friends?

Maybe loving and maybe dating?

Different with now.

Maybe similar with the girl standing in front of this mirror.

Wearing uniform and going to school.

... But that's just what ifs.

Just my imagination, that will never be real.

I feel like I'm stealing somebody else's clothes.

Feel like I'm a black oil in a clear water, never fitting in but floating here and there to find a place to blend in, to stay. But I know I'll continue to float.

Until I'll find a black oil like me.

Until I'll find mom and dad, the killers and criminals.

Because... like it or not, I belong there.

I'm a killer and a mad persona who can dance and laugh while killing, ending peoples life.

I mean- I don't belong here and I don't deserve this.

I know it well so I feel like...

I'm not staring at myself, I'm staring at my imagination.

[-------------!] I jump at the sound of my reciever.