Disclaimer: As much as I would luv, luv, LUV to own Justice League, I don't. Yep. Life is THAT much of a bitch. And if I did own JLU, it would go on FOREVER!! MWAHAHAHAHA!
Cybie: Just wanna say thank you to all of the LOVELY people who are reading my fic. You're all awesome!
Gotham City © R. Kelly
I'm
lookin over the skyline of the city [1 How sleeping awake because of fear (ohh,
yeah) Yet in the middle of stormy weather
How loud, quiet nights in the
mist of crime
How next door to happiness lives sorrow
And
signals of solution in the sky
A city of peace,
for everyone of us
We all need it, can't live without it
Gotham
City, oh, yeah
How children are drowning in their tears
How we need a
place where we can go
A land where everyone will have a hero (even
me)
[repeat 1, 1
We
won't stumble and we won't fall
I know a place that all of us
shelter
[rpt
1...
"You're it!"
"No, you're it!"
"But I was it last time!"
"Ughh! Fine, I'm it."
As usual, Dina, Mina and Katrina played their game of Hide and Go Seek through the orphanage. During this time, Mrs. Vyacheslav and her husband were always out trying to sell one of the four girls to some sick pedophile.
Lyta read a book on Human
Trafficking. It was one of the most scandalous and controversial
industries in the country. No doubt it was ILLEGAL, but it was also
common
(especially
in the run-down, underdeveloped Narrows).
There were usually six or seven girls at the home. But the recent decrease in population implied that the slave market was booming.
"Found ya!"
Loud.
She focused on the calculus book in her arms with much concentration. The pit-pat of their small feet as they darted past the dingy couch she hid behind was enough for her to suck in her breath. If they discovered here there with three semi-large textbooks (one on Calculus, one on US History and one on Japanese), they would surely rat on her.
The little brats.
Mrs. Vyacheslav forbid the girls from reading, owning textbooks, writing, and overall gaining any type of education whatsoever. Most city districts require orphanages to have some sort of educational system. But this was Gotham. So Lyta didn't expect any more.
The following problems illustrate the process of logarithmic differentiation. It is a means of differentiating algebraically complicated functions or functions for which the ordinary rules of differentiation do not apply. For example, in the problems that follow, you will be asked to differentiate expressions where a variable is raised to a variable power. An example and two COMMON INCORRECT SOLUTIONS are :
1.)
and
2.) .
BOTH OF THESE SOLUTIONS ARE WRONG because the ordinary rules of differentiation do not apply. Logarithmic differentiation will provide a way to differentiate a function of this type. It requires deft algebra skills and careful use of the following unpopular, but well-known, properties of logarithms. Though the following properties and methods are true for a logarithm of any base, only the natural logarithm (base e, where e ), will be used in this problem set."Hey, Lyta."
Uh-Oh.
With the speed only a divine being could muster, the girl slid the book under the moth-eaten couch before Mina could locate her.
When she did, Lyta was met with a puzzled look.
"Watcha hidin' behind here for?"
She never felt obligated to speak to any of the other girls. She was four years their senior.
"…"
"Huh? Huh?"
"…"
"Come on, tell me! I'm cool!"
'You're annoying.'She wanted nothing but for the stupid little mortal kids to give her her peace. Unlike them, she valued education (you can thank Athena for that), and calculus was a good way of passing the time. Although, Mrs. Vyacheslav's NO BOOK/ NO READ/ NO GET A GODFRICKIN EJAMAKATIUN made life a hell of a lot harder for her.
There was absolutely no protest form the three other girls, but Lyta suspected their young age and "innocent" little minds had something to do with it. The only reason Mrs. Vyacheslav and her husband refused to educate the girls was due to the expenses. They didn't like the idea of spending money on textbooks and whatnot. Lyta often found herself wondering why they even ran an orphanage. Surely they were not capable of such an endeavor. They were bad people.
Very bad people.
Dina, Mina and Katrina had no idea. But Lyta
wasn't dumb enough not to notice the young, worn-out looking woman
in the knock-off Prada bag, 8-inch stilettos, tube top and mini skirt
sneak over to keep Mr. Vyacheslav
"company"
when Mrs. Vyacheslav
went out to play bingo with some of her girlfriends. Now Lyta
(being
barely thirteen)
had no sexual experience, but thanks to several
of the snuck-in health textbooks, she understood the overall
concepts, and could clearly identify the moans of pleasure and
rocking of the bed through a suspiciously thin wall separating the
girls' room and Mrs. & Mr. Vyacheslav's
room.
Alas, back to the present.
"Okayyyyy! Come play with us then."
Now this she could answer easily.
"No."
"Awwwww, pwease?"
"No."
With a frustrated sigh, the little mouse finally let her be. She immediately went back to her Ejamakatiun.
A striking factor in young Hippolyta's personality was her mind. She loved to soak up information and learn knew things. She never forgot something she read, and her photographic memory helped her recall charts and diagrams as well as new spells.
'I've been reading for three hours. Might as well stop before I get caught.'
Yes, spells.
Because of course, Lyta is a sorceress. A goddess sorceress and proud of it.
'Yep that's me.'
Like her mother, Circe, she had endless capabilities plus some. Being the daughter of the God of Conflict, Ares, she immediately gets some ATK. Points and potential to become even more powerful than her mother.
'Too bad I'm on temporary hiatus in that department.'
Unfortunately for Lyta, Athena had forbidden her to use her powers for the time being, and left her with a family in patriarch's world. She figured Themyscira was too unstable at the time, and Olympus was a little too close to mommy and daddy who are currently on lockdown (but we'll get to that later). So she found a wealthy family to keep Lyta comfortable until Hermes could pick her up.
As a matter of fact, all of this could have been prevented if Hermes hadn't been on one of his escapades and shagging up some two-vent-hoe. Then Lyta wouldn't have had a little "slip" after the family's son pulled her hair (ok so she gave the brat a rat's tail, those things can be surgically removed you know!). Next thing she knew, she was on the streets, picked up by Gotham police and thrown into this orphanage. As punishment for her little accident, Athena made her stay with the Vyacheslavs until Hermes could come.
This proved to take three days. Three days! And to where was he taking her? She didn't even know!
Lyta noticed everything was quiet. A little too quiet. She looked over to where the girls were. All three were frozen, their toy ball was suspended in the air, and no one moved an inch.
"About time!"
There was a 'tut'. "Sorry to keep you waiting." Lyta did not miss the sarcasm.
"Let's GO Hermes! I want outta this dump!"
The God walked over and grabbed her hand to prepare for transportation. Lyta dusted off her jean Capri pants and black short-sleeved jacket with her free hand, her books already in her bag.
"What? I intterupt my plans for you, kid, and I can't even get a 'Thank you, Uncle Hermes'? Kids these days."
Lyta growled. "Let's go already!"
"Alright, Alright!"
And with a poof they were gone.
A/N: So? What do ya think?
Lyta: It sucked!!
Cybie: It was awwweeesoooomeeee!!!!
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