I named her Doe in this story to avoid writing Hot Flash anymore than I had to. This may or may not be expanded upon in later stories.
This is the right thing to do.
Doe told herself, her infant son in her arms as she walked the dark streets of Metro City to the orphanage. She was going to be doing on last act as a good person- for her son- before she became something that he didn't need to see her become.
Her flaming pink hair was down and no longer on fire, revealing that it was layered and red. She walked up the steps of the orphanage and knelt down before looking at his face. He was sleeping, a small smile on his face as he breathed through his tiny nose, swaddled in a brown blanket. She slowly and painfully set him on the doormat before standing back up.
Doe wanted to pick him up again and hold him, never let him go, looking down again and seeing him laying there. She told herself to leave him, he was powerless and weak. She deserved only the best, and he was less than best. She knocked on the door and moved off of the stoop of the orphanage, hiding in the nearby bushes.
Tears pricked at her eyes as the door opened and a woman knelt down, taking her nameless son into her arms and closing the door. She pulled her arms and legs close to her and cried. Crying over the son that she gave up, the worthless boy she never wanted.
Soon after, Doe became Hot Flash, a female super villain whose fiery hair was one of her notable features. She often found herself wondering about the son she gave up. Did he get adopted soon after she gave him up? Did a good family take him? Had he asked where he came from? Why he was given up?
Why would he ask? And why did she care? He was weak, powerless. He was not the son she wanted, and so she would push those thoughts and feelings away, until she became a bitter villain with a chip on her shoulder because of the son she gave up.
