We got to the gym I was in before but that time, Uncle Bruce was there. "Hey!" "Hi Uncle Bruce, so will I be changing today?" I questioned slightly scared. "Nope we'll only be working on controlling your anger." "Aww! I wanted to see the wolf!" "You will soon enough Trevor! Now go with Coulson and fangirl over Captain America." I say sounding like a mom more then his kinda girlfriend. "Wait he likes Captain America too?!" Trevor exclaimed. "Yeah I do! I have a vintage trading card set!" "Really? My dad did too! But I couldn't see them because he was killed right around the time of the battle of New York I was supposed to meet him the day after... wait a second... is your name Phil? Holy schnitzel! It is!" He said. Wait but Trevor's last name is Moran... Oh yeah! When his parents divorced she was pregnant with him and she took her name back... that's why his last name is Moran!
While I was figuring this out I realized Phil and Trevor left. "Who would've guessed? Ok back on topic come on green bean show me some excercises." I said spinning around, flying a little, then sitting down. Oh how I love powers. Bruce sat also. "Ok first we're going to be working on breathing from your diaphragm." We started breathing "The point of breathing is to keep your cool breathing is the most important." "Ok this is a robot it's not me ok?" I nodded. "I want you to try and keep your cool." The robot slapped me. I heard nothing. It slapped me again and again and again and again.
Beep..beep..beep
Ok yeah this needs to stop before me and the wolf rip the damn thing to shreds. "Stop! Stop!" I said holding my hand out in front of me. My cheeks burned as I remember my childhood before my powers and before Gotham and before being homeless. Before my dad... died.
*Flashback (not the joker one)*
I hear my daddy acting weird again (mommy says it's because of a drink he likes). Talking to my adopted brother. I'm in the playroom with my dolls as I sneak to the door. "Stupid, worthless, no good gosh damn freeloading son of bitch! Retarded big mouth no-it-all ass hole jerk!" "You forgot ugly, lazy, and disrespectful-" "SHUT UP BITCH!" He said back handing my mother. I scowled angry with my father. "Go fix me a turkey pot pie!" "What about you dad?" He asks. "Fuck you!" "No dad," he says putting his hands up in defense. "What about you?" "FUCK YOU!" "NO DAD! WHAT ABOUT YOU!" "FUCK YOU!" I see him take his pocket knife. "Daddy no!" I say running up to him. I knock the knife out of his hand. "See what you made me do?" He asks me quietly. "Now your gonna get punished." He slapped me then again and again and again until my cheeks burned and my eyes and face shined with tears. I was glad my other sister was at a sleepover or she would be in danger too. Then he picked up the pocket knife and was going to stab me when my brother ran in front of me. He fell to the ground his brown long hair flailing around the carpet. His white t-shirt and flannel dribbling with blood, some getting onto his ripped jeans. I put the hair out of his eyes. "Josh!" I said more tears clouding my vision I held onto his hand with both of my small ones. "Why are you crying?" He asked. I looked at him sadly confused. "Because you got-" "Hey how about we have a play-date on Saturday?" He asks. "Um... your sorta dying but... ok." I say I've been sarcastic since I could learn to talk it's gotten me a lot of punishment. "How about we go to the roller rink?" He asks looking into my eyes. "Can we ice skate instead?" I asked, my tear flow has stopped since I started focusing on the play-date. "Hey anything for my best little sister." "I'm your only little sister!". "That makes you the best right?" He asks smiling also. "I guess I am pretty awesome." I say, smiling. "Hey there's that smile I love so much." He grinned lazily. "Can we get ice cream and pizza after?" I asked. "Of course. But we'll have to go slow on the ice rink. I don't want to, to fall on my fa... to fall on my f-" that was, it he was gone. I stood up. And turned. Scowling at my father. I don't know how but I got the knife out of his grip and made it hover over him. "You did a bad thing daddy." I say. "Wow there we don't have to get hasty." He said putting his hands up in defense. Just. Lik. Josh. "And for that, I'm going to have to punish you." I say. The knife plunges into his heart without a second thought from me. "Honey I'm done with the-" she couldn't finish her sentence because she screamed. "Mommy mommy! Daddy stabbed Josh then he stabbed himself!" I said running towards her and hugging her. That's what I kept telling myself because I didn't want to know that I killed my own father without even touching him. I didn't want to face the fact that I, had telekinesis and no other power. Until, that retched day at Gotham.
