Prologue

You know, there come a time in everyone's life when they wished for something to be different about themselves. Whether it's because they want to be thinner, taller, shorter, prettier, or whatever. At one point in my life, I would have asked to be thinner or for my hair to be less frizzy. But now, I would ask for my parents to be alive. I would ask for my friend to have the love and support of her family. Instead, she was kicked out into the cruel and cold world because her ex-boyfriend knocked her up and refuses to take responsibility. I choose to kick myself out into the cold cruel world as punishment. What's my punishment? My punishment is being allowed to live while my parents were murdered in our living room. I live on the streets of Gotham and I refuse to allow myself to any luxury. Being alive is a luxury. And that's all I need. But if I were to ask for one thing, I'd do it without any worry about consequences. If I could just have one thing, I would wish for everything to be the way it used to be. I know that can't happen, but it hurt so much to dream. I dream about waking up in my bed back home and find my mom in the kitchen making pancakes in her worn out flannel pajamas and hearing my dad yell at the computer while he read the updates about the stock exchange. Then he'd kiss my head and my mom goodbye. He would wish me a good day at school and head off the work at Wayne Enterprises. But instead I settled for the next best thing. I fell in love with a superhero.