DUN DUN DUUUUUUUUUUUNNNN!!!
Mother fucking Doom Patrol on the case! Not really Doom Patrol but they're like Doom Patrol.
You... are a lawyer. A lawyer for superheroes specifically. You handled a few Nightwing cases and some Suicide Squad ones too...
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YOU MESSED AROUND WITH certain things and most certainly the Russian dolls because nobody could ever miss displacing three or four little children from their homes.
You took Russian dolls a bit too seriously but it was how everyone had evolved add that was very important to you. You were ready for them to 'experiment on you'.
Rita put some gloves on and pointed at the bed for you to lie on, "Please Vera, thank you."
You obeyed and reluctantly got onto the bed, everybody else soon came downstairs with gloves on and you looked alarmed.
"Do you guys know what you're doing?" You were scared, this was the first time you'd been 'experimented' on.
"Yes we do Vera, don't ask questions, just listen." Jane covered your mouth but opened it to take a swab of your cheek.
"We might need blood..." Rita looked and everyone and stroked your forehead.
That was alarming but you presumed that they were doing it just to help you, to make you understand yourself even more.
What was lurking in your DNA was no mystery to you anymore though. A while back... you'd found out about it and found a way to hide it from everybody.
THE YEAR 2019 Right now...
You strolled through the hallowed halls of your massive family's mansion. A colossal wreck and evidently, not a good place.
The home of the original DeVander family, not the people they claimed to be 'imposters'. You? An imposter? Not a chance.
A peasant child born into the wrong family? Yes. Your father married a financially stable woman who apparently wasn't stable enough for his parents. Liam and Jennifer DeVander.
Your hands scraped the walls again and this brought back too many feelings. Nobody was dead or had died.
That was a lie. This was a dream sequence caused by the woman of your mind, Varya. Varya had been in your family for a very long time and some of your family presumed you were somewhat named after her.
You were not specifically named after Varya because who the fuck was she? Why was she important?
I'll tell you why she's important.
The guardian sat on the couch like any ordinary person as she tapped her gold nails on her thigh, you took a seat.
