My new story, with some references to the Batman the Brave and the Bold villain, Music Meister. Hope you enjoy, and I only own my OC and the majority of the lyrics in here :)


"Life, he realized, was much like a song. In the beginning there is mystery, in the end there is confirmation, but it's in the middle where all the emotion resides to make the whole thing worthwhile."
― Nicholas Sparks, The Last Song.


"You're the freaking. Music. Miester!" I shrieked. I'm pretty certain it
was allowed. Finding your father nearly took over the world, had a crush on Black Canary, and passed your powers down to you? Most certainly allowed.

"Yes, Aika I'm the Music Miester," my father sighed, running his hands through his red hair.

"Jasper Collin Dewhurst, you could have told me this earlier!" Yes, I referred to my father by his full name when I was annoyed with him.

"I didn't know how you'd take it," he stumbled over his words.

"You never know until you try!" I still needed to find out who said that first. It certainly wasn't me.

"I know," he muttered to himself.

"I'm going to the roof," I sighed. The roof of our apartment is where I go to think. Ever since my mother died, I have been living with my father ever since. I have been homeschooled all my life, never had many friends, but my dad taught me multiple instruments and gave me singing lessons.

The wind, when I reached the roof, whipped my auburn hair around my head. In truth, it was my mother's brown with streaks of my father's red. My brown eyes focused onto the few birds flying over Gothams dark alleys and crime infested streets. I smiled. Home.

The sun was setting behind the Gotham clouds, the colours filtering through, reds, yellows, oranges.
I sighed. Sunsets always reminded me of my mother. I remembered her taking me to the roof, singing me songs. Before she died, that was.

It sets,
The sun.

I started singing as song she had once sung to me.

The moon,
Stands strong,
Never,
Did I know,
The future,
Came so soon.

It wasn't a very good one, but it was one I used to love hearing her sing. It was the first song I ever wrote.

Airplanes and their flashing lights,
Soaring up to new heights,
Why they go so high,
I dunno,
I'm wondering now,
What way to go.

I couldn't remember anymore, so I sputtered to a stop. With a start, I realised I was crying. I sunk to my knees.

"Happy birthday Mum," I whispered to the night air