My life as a living freak

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RAINBOW DASH

CH 1

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"You can do this..." Pandora whispered to herself as Mr. Nygma pulled up to her new school. Not many people know Edward Nygma, but everyone knows him by his alias, the Riddler. And yes, Pandora knows it IS kinda weird for the Riddler to be your biological father, but no one needs to know. He is just her dad. But, what is weirder is her mom. Her name was Natasha Romanoff, a.k.a. Black Widow, before she was married to Mr. Nygma. From then on, she was bad. Side by side with her husband and her daughter, Pandora, she causes pain to Gotham City and its citizens.

Pandora has been homeschooled all her life up until this point. Today is the first day of school with other people around her, never mind it was a private school. Pandora didn't care. She could make friends, learn, and best of all... Boyfriends! She was going into the seventh grade and had never had a single date. It was time. Pandora decided she had two main goals for this year: make friends and get a date to the End Of Year Dance.

"You want me to walk you in, sweetheart?" Mrs. Nygma asked kindly. She replied,

"I answer your question with a riddle. What weighs two tons and flies?"

Mrs. Nygma thought for a moment and answered,

"Such a thing does not exist."

"Exactly, and neither does your chance of walking in and embarrassing me." Pandora said with a satisfied smirk.

"Edward! She's your daughter!"

Mrs. Nygma screeched in fury. "She sassed me!"

Mr. Nygma intervened,

"Pandora... However funny and clever your little riddles are, and however much they amuse us, your mother cannot bear you speak to her in such a harsh manner. So it is with a heavy heart I implore that you halt this rude but rather creative language you use with your mother."

" 'Kay 'Kay, daddy.can you walk me in? I'm kinda nervous, with my first day and all."

"It would be my pleasure, my little Pansy." She laughed easily.

"Daddy!" This time he laughed as well. Throughout this all Mrs. Nygma just sat open-mouthed at their light conversation, especially without any real punishment.

"Just like her daddy..." She mumbled under her breath.

And it was true. Pandora acted exactly like him, and she could create incredibly witty riddles off the top of her head, just like him. And, Pandora even had a rather conspicuous emblem of a question mark on her left shoulder blade, like a birthmark. The only things she even has remotely in common with her mother are her hair color, a fiery red, (that she died in rainbow-type streaks throughout her hair so none of her natural hair color showed through), and her grace, which gave Pandora the ability to do mischievous things without getting caught. Unlike her father who who has gotten in trouble with the law several times for his acts of rebellion, Pandora's hands are completely clean.

Pandora and her father both opened the car doors to get out, but she could not leave without sending her mother a cocky grin. She then proceeded to run up to Mr. Nygma and act sweet and innocent, though she truthfully was anything but.