A ghost of a smile graced my face at the faint memory I have of my family. I lost them when I was five. My dad worked as a cosmic explorer, so he had multiple exploration pods stored in his garage. On my fifth birthday, I asked my dad to take me to Earth. He had told so many stories about all the different species that inhabited Earth. One had specifically sparked my interest. Humans. ATTN:: THIS IS THE OC VERSION OF THIS FANFIC. IF YOU PREFER TO READ IN AN (xReader) FORMAT WITH (Y/N) AS THE MC, THAT VERSION IS AVAILABLE ON MY PAGE AS WELL **I DO NOT OWN ANY OF THE ORIGINAL PLOT LINE OR CHARACTERS. THEY ALL BELONG TO DC COMICS. I ONLY OWN NIGHTINGALE AND HER ABILITIES AND BACKSTORY.**