Lanape tribe- Charlotte Sun Williams- Telepathic, Empathic, Telekinetic, Illusions- Arke

Never, not once, did I ever think that I would regret meeting him. Not through all the pain and bloodshed, not through his life or his death or even his rebirth. Not in the years that I was kept locked away in my own mind to protect the world from my rampage. I could never regret a single moment because he was my everything and I was his. My name is Charlotte Williams and this is my untold story...the one he never wanted shared.

I was little, only five years old, when I started to realize I wasn't like the other children in my kindergarten class or neighborhood, besides the obvious of being half Native American, I was smarter sure and I looked slightly different, but that wasn't all. It started slowly, a low hum a whisper I couldn't quite make out, I'd want something badly or throw a tantrum and things would move to me or fly at the person upsetting me. After the first real incident my parents pulled me out of school. I had knocked a bully out by throwing him against the wall...thing is I didn't even touch him. That got people's attention...people like the Justice League.

They came to my house in the Narrows of Gotham, Batman and Martian Manhunter, they talked to my parents, explained what was happening to me, what they could do about it. A few hours later they left and I was relieved that they didn't take me away with them. As cool as it had been to see them up close and in person it also scared me. I lived in the Narrows, Crime Alley, the worst place to be in Gotham, but I knew it would only get worse if anyone caught word of what I could do and that Batman of all people had been in my house.

For the next two years my parents home schooled me as my new found powers grew and expanded. My telepathy grew stronger, but with it came the voices and emotions behind every thought within miles of wherever I was. I had to fight an claw my way mentally to get any peace from them. My telekinesis only got stronger, I could pick up heavier and heavier objects for longer periods of time with less and less strain until in started to become second nature. This became a problem when I was asleep because while unconscious I had no control and my room was often trashed especially after a nightmare.

Once my parents were certain that I wouldn't expose myself again I was aloud to attend school, it surprised us all when I received a scholarship to one of Gotham's greatest academy funded by Bruce Wayne himself. It didn't make sense, my parents didn't put in any application and I had barely been in school before I was pulled out so why would he just give me a full ride scholarship? My parents were too ecstatic to question it and while I left it alone for now I resolved to find out later.

I didn't know it, but from the day I first showed my powers the League had kept a close eye on me. They kept tabs on my life and on my development both social, mental, emotional, and powers wise. They wanted to make sure that I wouldn't become a threat and if I did...they would put me down.

A few more years went by, my father got a new job at Wayne Enterprises, things were starting to look up for us...and then things went horribly wrong.

It was just some thug, a guy just following orders, a foot solider. I didn't know what had happened until I heard a crash downstairs. I wanted to go down there to help my parents, but I only made it to my door when I heard the bang of a gun going off. I heard my mother scream, I heard her sob and cry. I couldn't catch my breath. I had felt it when my father had been shot, a white hot blast of pain, and then a light went out in my mind and he was gone like a blown out candle. My own anguish melded with my mother's and I could no longer hear or see all I did was feel. I could only feel the deep drowning pain, sorrow, anguish, and it brought me to my knees. I was only brought out of it when another gunshot echoed throughout the house. I stopped breathing. I couldn't feel my mother anymore, like my father before her, she was just gone...no more pain...no more anguish...just a vast emptiness where her mind used to glow so brightly. My world plunged into darkness and I just laid there on my bedroom floor. If he came for me so be it...I had no one left to live for.

But the man didn't come upstairs, he didn't even steal anything from the house, he just checked to make sure they were dead and then left not even bothering to close the door. It wasn't until well after dark that anyone came, I hadn't been expecting anyone this was the Narrows after all and the police barely bothered to come here anymore it was so overrun. Batman had somehow heard of what was to happen to my family, but he was too late...much to late.

He opened my door only to find me staring blankly at the wall. He gave me a once over and after deeming that I was unharmed came closer his face softening slightly.

He didn't bother saying anything for a while, I could hear how he was contemplating how to approach me and whether or not I would suddenly get violent.

"I'm not going to hurt anyone so stop analyzing everything." I muttered my voice sounding dead even to my ears

This seemed to surprise him, he didn't think I was in stable enough condition to talk.

"You know you can't stay here." He said after schooling his face again

"Why not? Why couldn't you just leave me here in peace? This never would have happened had you not brought so much attention to us." I accused him, but the bite of my words was lost in the monotone my voice had taken on

"The League couldn't leave someone with your...talents without the proper..." I cut him off

"Bullshit." I said finally with some emotion in my voice " Don't try an feed me that crap. I know the real reason even without reading your mind. The League was afraid of me, what I could do, and that if they left me alone I would be a threat to you and the people around me. Don't try and tell me it was because you were actually concerned for my safety as a person. You only see me as a tool or weapon that could be used. So don't lie to me."

"Not all of the League believe that." was all Batman would say to my last accusation

"So some of them still do?" I stated more than asked

"Those that do not would seek to prevent that from happening, but the choice is entirely yours. The only question you need to answer is do you want to become a tool or weapon to be used as others see fit or will you rise above that to become your own person and more?" He asked his eyes narrowing with seriousness

"I think you already know the answer to that." I replied a small smirk working it's way onto my face

He smirked back at me and if it were anyone else I may have called it a slight smile, but this was Batman and Batman never smiled. He held out his hand and I got up and took it and he lead me away from my home and into my new life.