Light of the Midnight: My Own Star (A Young Justice {Robin} Fanfiction)

Forty Nine: The Truth

"M-My dad...was a Marine? My mom was in the navy?...H-How did you recognise me!? I-I don’t understand! This is-“ I stopped and put my hands in my hair.

Breath.

“You looked exactly like your father; plus, I recognised the ring.”

I stared down at my hands for a moment, that one question I always wanted the answer to hanging over my head.

“Where is he?” I whispered. “Where was he?”

“I served alongside Isaac in the Marines. That’s how I met his sister Susanne. Your mother and Susanne were friends and that’s how your parents met.”

‘You parents’ sounded so odd to me. 

“They were happy together, for a few years. But they drifted. Especially when your mother became Emerald Star and your father gave himself to his job. Neither of them had time for each other. They  lasted for three more years, distant from each other. A few weeks before they …split, your mother found out she was pregnant and didn’t tell your father- or anyone, for that matter.”

So…it was my mothers fault?

“What happened then?”

“At your mothers funeral -you’re probably too young to remember- we met Hal Jordan. He mentioned something about you. When we saw you, your resemblance to Isaac was uncanny-“

“Was he at the funeral?” 

“No. We asked the man who we believed replaced your father, Gary or something,” I realised he meant Garn’zee, the old Laurel Destiny, “if you were Madeline’s daughter. He confirmed it.”

“Did you tell…Isaac?” I asked slowly.

“We did. He didn’t believe us for a while. Took him a few years,” he said.

I glared at him and stood up. “He has known for ten years that I exist, and all that time he’s done noth-“

“He did everything, actually. He couldn’t find you. We never got your name, or Hal Jordan’s contacts. We only fond out your name was Hanabrie when we ran into Hal one day. How strange it is I find you acting in a circus of criminals.”

I threw the file down on the bench and walked back towards the tent. Before entering, I turned and asked Faraday where he was.

“He lived in Faucet City, last I saw him. It’s been a few years. Good day, Miss Fletcher.” He got up and began walking away.

“It’s Shiloh!” I yelled back.

“Is it?” He answered. I froze. By the sounds of it, my mother was the worst one in all of this. Why have her last name?