Where Do I Belong? A Nightwing fanfic

Chapter One: Moving Day, Once More.

Morgan's POV
I was sitting on my bed with ten more boxes left open waiting to be filled with my belongings. I gestured my hand forcing my shirts out of a dresser into one of the boxes. I always hated packing day. I was moving more and more things with only the gesture of a hand, this was always the easiest way to move my belongings. In my opinion my powers were a plus, not a disadvantage. My mind ability was only limited to moving items, with the help of moving my hand to direct things where to go. As I was moving some pants I heard the familiar creek of my door opening. I suddenly let all the pants I was moving drop, they were everywhere at this point, my mom would kill me if she saw me using my powers.
"Are you using them again?" my mom questioned, her long brown hair moving gracefully behind her as she picked up the pants from the ground.
I resisted rolling my eyes because that would just give her more of a reason to scold me.
"So what if I was? We're moving again so it doesn't matter at this point, he won't be able to find us remember?" I shot back at her.
She gave me a disapproving glare before staring the speech I have heard a million times before, "Morgan, honey, you need to get used to not using your powers, I know it's hard but if you keep using them the more you depend on them and the more you'll want to use them. Then if you keep using them the more it'll give us away, remember when the elderly lady across the street saw you? She reported the authorities and he was able to track us down. The point of all the moving and hiding your wonderful powers is to protect you."
This time I couldn't resist rolling my eyes. It was too much to bear, I have heard this speech a million times now and each time it was said the more it lost its value.
"Ok mom I understand," I agreed with her, it was always easier this way.

She gave me a quick peck on the head, leaving a plum colored lip mark on my olive skin, and sashayed out of the room with a laugh. I smiled after her and shook my head. Even though I get annoyed with the moving around and constant worrying my parents do over me they always make me happy and try to make light of this dark situation.
I stood in front of my mirror; staring back at me was a short girl with long brown hair, and blue eyes shining. I made my hands glow with energy bolts and smiled a little, I was proud of what I could do, but I quickly stopped as I thought of my mom's speech. I don't want her coming in again and starting all over. I readjusted me grey t-shirt and continued packing.
As I was finishing packing away my room I saw one of my posters folded up on top of the tallest shelf, there was no way I could reach that. I checked over my shoulder and forced it out with my mind and put it gently down on the ground. When I opened it up it was my poster of Nightwing. All the corners and edges were worn down, I can't even begin to count how many times I have opened this poster to admire the superhero. I smiled at and quickly folded it and put it in the bottom of one of my boxes. If my mom saw that she would kill me, she wouldn't approve of me looking up to him, or Batman, or any of the Justice League.
I saw one last thing sticking out on the closest shelf, this one I could reach but barely. I didn't want to risk using my powers again, it was close to time to leave and I didn't want her walking in and seeing me use them again. The thing ended up being really heavy. I tugged hard one last time and the item came tumbling down, out of instinct I projected my forcefield and ducked down, the item bounced off and out the window.
Thankfully the window was open, however whatever the item was it was for sure broken now, my bedroom was on the second story. I let out a giggle. I couldn't help it, every now and then I need to have some comic relief. This whole thing, my life, was a complete mess. Another move wasn't anything new to me but it was starting to take its toll.
I heard a small knocking on my door. My dad stuck his head in the doorway. He smiled at me, his smile was always so sweet he even had small crinkles around his eyes from smiling all of the time. He kept me and my mom positive through all of this, thankfully it was just us three and we all were very close to one another.
"You ready to go munchkin?" he asked me.
"As ready I'll ever be," I said as I let out a huff.
He helped me grab the rest of my things and led me out of the room. I turned and looked at the room behind me, I was only in this one for a total of eight months before he was able to track us down. He was getting better at this.
My dad opened the car door for me and went to the driver side and settled in. There was no telling how far we would go this time. He patted my mom on the knee and gave her a reassuring smile.

"I have a good feeling about leaving, this new place will for sure be the one," he told the both of us, giving us a good toothy smile.
The sad thing was, he said this every time. Yet none of these places seemed to be the one. I just smiled back and put my headphones in my ear and put the radio on Pandora. I dozed off and just let my worries fade away for a while.
"Hey sweetie we're here," my mom shook me awake and smiled wide at me.
I looked around and try to see what my new surroundings were. All I saw was a signs saying, "Welcome To Gotham."

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