Chapter 1: Mia's POV

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It was difficult, having to see Momma behind bars. She was too sweet and innocent, and who else was gonna raise us? Daddy went missing after Momma was caught, and there wasn't much to do. Until he came. The Bat. Bruce Wayne. He came in, took Momma, and went off without a word. Then he came back for us.

"Stay here crazies, Momma's gotta go somewhere. Daddy will be home later. Don't forget to be quiet. Don't let anyone seeya."

Momma thoroughly told us not to meddle where we shouldn't, and that meant staying away from those Heros. Until the Bat came and took Momma, while Daddy disappeared. Then he went to our hideaway and took me and my sister Raya by the wrists, pulling us out and into the open. We managed to grab a few things before leaving, such as the clothes Momma made for us. They were closely related to hers, but more appropriate for our age. The same "Daddy's Lil Monster" shirt, matching red skirts, black leggings, and a jacket saying "Daddy's Girl", which was true. Knee high boots were perfect for the ride, making everything less difficult. That's when we were five. Now... We visit Momma at least once a week with Tony and Steve. Those adoptive jerks. They never loved us, they only cared about keeping us away from the outside world. At fourteen years old, visiting Momma was a big deal. We started showing more and more signs of becoming like her. And at this point in time, my sister and I stand at the gates of the prison, three days after Momma and her friends saved the world. Zoe, DeadShot's daughter, stood with us, holding Raya's hand. Raya, my dear identical twin sister. We had the exact same face, smile, laugh, clothes, everything. We had pale skin, taking after Momma and Daddy, bright white hair like Momma, but that was the only actual way to tell us apart. Our hair. Raya's left pigtail was colored blue, while her right was green. My left was green, while my right pigtail was red. We were born with our colored hair. Good times. But here we are, and our story continues on.

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