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"You know what the issue is with the world? Everyone wants some magical solution to their problem & everyone refuses to believe in magic."
-Mad Hatter
Third Person P.O.V
Much like a Disney movie, a baby girl was dropped off at a step of a broken down orphanage. The rain had seemed to have set the mood for the poor parents: the gloomy yet dangerous atmosphere, the agonizing rain that seemed to just beg the parents to just drop her off and leave, the shadows hugging their bodies ever so tightly as if a warning "don't let her go, it's too dangerous", and how the street lights didn't give the slightest bit of comfort from the dark brooding alley ways that held the prying eyes. But that's just how Gotham is. . .
Dreadful muggings down every alley way, kids and parents walking down the streets innocently until they are down one by one, homeless people prying for food and money, the piercing eyes that watch you every second and minute to always get a reward from you. But, that's just how Gotham worked. . .
From the poisonous whispers throughout the atmosphere to the heart wrenching city that always seemed to be up to no good. And it never was. . . To a dark, brooding man of the night who thought he could save the poisoned city all by himself, but couldn't. He was a brave and caring person who was like the moon watching over the people in a motherly way. He wanted to protect everyone, he wanted everyone to finally know what hope felt like. He was different, and so was the little girl. . .
She has beautiful, shimmering {E/C}eyes that are lined with a unnatural white, a pearly white chakra gemstone in the middle of her forehead that always seemed to twinkle ever so brightly when she flashed her toothy baby grin. She was truly the purest person in all of world, even if she was still a unearthly baby, everyone could tell that she would never change from that.
She was unique.
More of a slice of Heaven that dazzled ever so brightly, her smile was like the flu; contagious. She knew how to make everyone smile, and even take away anyone's miserable day.
There was only a handful of people who are pure and innocent like baby {Y/N}, but they were slowly consumed by the whispers of the corruptive darkness; why be pure, when you can be one with the darkness?
Though, the baby girl didn't seem to mind the chaos of the poisoned city, she would only sit and watch as the fights broke down in the orphanage. From absurd yelling, to beating, to crying. It was a never ending cycle between their Den Mother and a greedy man who only wanted money. . . And to the other kids, it was nothing but the normal. The daily basis, the trend, the gossip, everything.
