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Siren
The girl was tired. She had just moved to Gotham with her dad and was not ready to begin the whole cycle her dad has done for the past eight years. When she was a baby the girls father was a detective in New York. Her mother was a fitness coach. Both also worked at an mma studio to bring in extra money. When the girl was four months old her mother was killed by a serial killer who was never caught. She was one of five kids to lose a other to this man. Her father was more than upset especially when he wasn't allowed to work the case and it never being solved. His wife was the world to him and now she was gone leavings him with a little girl as a reminder. He then quite his job and travelled around the world to train with the best masters if martial arts and criminology. He wanted to avenge his wife's death and kill the person responsible. He was like batman in a way you could say but he wanted revenge and a way to deal with a daughter he no longer wanted. The resemblance between the mother and daughter was sad. They looked so much alike that one could say she was her mothers twin. Her father only kept the girl because she was of his wife's own blood and life. Due to this the little girl was stuck with her father who had her train too. She was too young to understand everything that was going on but for someone so young she understood too much. So now here they were in Gotham. Her father now wanting to study the famed detective batman. Of all the super heroes flash, superman, Wonder Woman, green lantern, batman had the skills her father wanted. The human that was considered no mere mortal. She unpacked the few items she had in her small room in the new apartment. The room was grey and not too cozy. Her bed was already set up as well as a small dresser and book case. She had already folded her clothes and put them away with more skill and discipline than most eight year olds. Now one by one the girl placed the thick chapter books her father made her read on her shelves. Most eight year olds did not read such intense thick books but of corse it came with the training she was forced to face everyday. The only decoration in the room was a picture frame holding a family photo of a mom dad and a small dark haired grey eyed baby. The baby had the same eyes as her mother and as she had grown the girl had most of the same features. Short, bony but well muscled, tan, freckles running across her face, a soft face with a button nose. Her face was filled in so she wasn't bony but defiantly not showing her cheekbones well. The girls hair was her fathers though. It was brown with some natural blond streaks hidden in her hair. Besides that she was a spitting image of her mother at that age. The picture was placed in top of the dresser and the girl stared at it before she went out of the small room into the living room where her father had set up a small shrine he had for her mother. Most people would say he was obsessed but the small child thought of it as true love. If only the father gave her the same loving looks as he did the pictures. His daughter reminded him too much of his wife and it was painful to look at the small beauty his own child was. So he never showed her affection. "Charlotte you are signed up for school tomorrow and for the sports studio down the street. They have a fighting studio a gymnastics studio and other places for you to train." Charlotte nodded at her father. He was going to make her train it never seemed to end. The man made Charlotte rise at five each morning to do a two hour workout before leaving then after school she had to go straight to the place he signed her up for whether it was gymnastics karate or fencing it was always something. Then she had to come home do school work if she had any eat a light dinner and spend three more hours training. There was no excuse her father accepted and she did this everyday. It gave her father an excuse to let out his anger either on her or a dummy. Today was no exception since she was done putting her room together her father made her grab her sneakers and go up into the apartment roof where he had her practice hand to hand combat and use of a sword. She jumped flipped kicked her way through the hand to hand defending more than attacking her father as he tried to land smarting blows. He got her only three times that night and Charlotte was thankful non of the blows would cause noticeable bruises for tomorrow. Finally she was done and could go clean up and sleep. It had been a long day moving all the way from Germany to Gotham. In Germany she actually had to learn German since her father would not translate for her but it was worth it since she had spent so much time out of those six months having to deal with people. She had travelled all over the world before being in Gotham and was now fluent in German Latin Greek Romanian French Italian Spanish Portuguese and Chinese. Charlotte trudged into the apartment trying to not show her father she was tired. He thought that was weakness and anything that was not strong was bad. Even crying had to be done in private injuries had to be treated as no big deal. Once inside the girl headed towards the bathroom though slowly she showed no pain. The tiny room was serene as the knobs for warm water hissed out of the shower head. Charlotte undressed quickly and slid under the warm water all her muscles relaxing as she washed away sadness and tiredness that had followed her into the apartment. The child scrubbed herself clean looking at the shower curtain pattern. It was covered with bluebirds. It was charlottes favorite bird. They were pretty and could fly away from their problems unlike her. The one good thing about Gotham as she stared at the birds on the curtain was that her favorite girl superhero idol was sometimes here. Black canary another bird. Charlotte loved hearing about the woman and all she can do as a hero. Slowly the girl turned the shower off and climbed out grabbing a towel that matched the birds on the shower curtain. Wrapping herself in it the eight year old made her way back to her room so quiet that not a thing could hear her walk across the cold wooden floor. In her room she changed into her pajamas. This consisted of a workout tank and sport shorts like the rest of her clothes. This was so she could be active at any point in time and was her fathers rule. The girls hair was then French braided down her back reaching her lower back. Once her hair was done charlotte climbed into her bed and fell asleep her only thought was that she was the new kid again. Next morning Charlotte rose at four forty five like she naturally does everyday thanks to her father. Once up she changed into workout clothes. A sports top and spandex that went down a little past her knee. It was crisp and cold in the morning and the child wished her father would let her wear a sweatshirt but even in autumn she was not allowed to while training. Her hair was rebranded and sneakers were on her feet. Charlotte was on the roof top exactly at 5 like her father wanted and the session began. Any normal person would have puked in the first twenty minutes if this workout but not Charlotte she was used to this since she was forced to do this everyday of her life since she could walk. The time passed by and the little girl did things that seemed impossible to others for two hours straight. The kicks punches weapons and flips that were nimble and smooth and the girl landed with such grace anyone would think she was trained to be a ballerina. She fought and did strength work bored more than anything. Finally she was done and could go shower and get ready for school. It was her fathers rule she could not speak of anything she did outside of school to her peers. He would Be in trouble and take it out on her. She must act normal and learn so to do so she tried to be what her father never let her be, a child. Charlotte dressed in flexible jeans she could move in, an sportswear long sleeve shirt and sports fleece. She had to be able to be active not cute unfortunately but the deep blue of the fleece over the grey shirt accented her nicely. That done she undid her braid so as to not seem too sporty. Her hair was made up of soft waves and curls that accented her face well. In her hair went a head band to keep it out of her face and she was ready to got. Charlotte left her room grabbed her black backpack by the door and left. Her father had already left for his new job as a daytime security guard at Wayne tech enterprises. Off she went down the street to her new school following the directions her father had given her during the morning practice arriving twenty five minutes before the bell. The school was made up of two parts for the elementary and middle school kids. They all played outside waiting for the bell that would send them inside. As and eight year old Charlotte was supposed to be in third grade but as well trained as she was thanks to all the traveling she was put in the fourth grade. The small girl walked into the main office peering up at the old lady behind the desk. The lady smiled down at Charlotte showing her crooked yellow teeth. The old lady said to her "hello can I help you young lady?" Taking a deep breath the eight year old told the lady "I just transferred here. My name is Charlotte Pierce." The old lady nodded and said we have everything set up for you follow me." She climbed down from behind the desk and followed the old lady to a corner where seats were held for people waiting. The lady said to the girl "we have a eighth grade ambassador to show you around this morning and answer all questions. She pointed to the red head blue eyed boy sitting there impatiently. The old lady then said "this is Roy Harper he will be your ambassador." With that the lady gave Charlotte the packet of everything she would need to know for her time there and left to go back to her desk. Both boy and girl sized each other up and down. She could see he was tough but impatient very cute but not the kind to flirt. Her father had her practice reading people on the street as they walked places. But she liked her ambassador he seemed tough but nice. The boy Roy saw a small girl who he noticed had wits and more muscle than most little girls. She was a cute little thing and though he never usually never bothered with anyone these days especially girls he liked her. He got up and said "hi I'm Roy. Your Charlotte right?" She nodded shaking his outstretched hand saying "yes nice to meet you." They dropped each others hand and Roy said to the small child "likewise now let me show you around." She followed the tall red head out of the office as he showed her around. His voice was deep for an eighth grader and his even though friendly right now were hard. The school was huge and looked extremely old. Roy said pointing around "that's the gym and over there's the second grade." Charlotte looked around quietly and Roy noticed she was so silent he didn't hear her foot steps. He had lived with Native American Indians for a while and they could be silent like this so he was surprised. Charlotte took everything in while out of the corner of her eye studying the boy next to her. Finally they got to her classroom and Roy left her to figure everything else out. Charlotte stood in front of the classroom like she did awkwardly every time her dad moved them. This wasn't new but it wasn't pleasant. The class stared at her taking the new girl in. Then she was seated next to a girl in a cute short dress her blonde hair spread over her shoulders. The girl looked her up and down giving her a look. The new younger girl ignored it knowing there wasn't anything she could do at this point. The class was boring to Charlotte and all she wanted was to go Workout instead hoping to impress her father and see him approve for once. It was a lot less awkward than this. The new girl stayed quiet during the class doing the work the teacher assigned and dreaming of doing something more exciting she was the kind of kid who didn't want to stay still long but was forced to. Finally it was recess and lunch time. The kids were all let outside to where there was a playground and picnic benches. It was a little chilly outside but not bad. Charlotte made her way over to an unoccupied table and sat down pulling out her lunch. The girl took in everything while eating and trying not to feel lonely. She had never had fun and didn't know how to play so she would just watch. Roy was sitting at another table with a few obnoxious boys from his class. He didn't enjoy hanging out with them but it was better than being alone like the new girl. He was so bored he observed her seeing how she took everything and sat alone looking longingly at the little kids playing. He felt bad for her and knew what it was like. He was alone and came to Gotham to train so that maybe one day he could work with green arrow his role model. Charlotte was done with her lunch and just sitting there when a bunch of the boys in her class came up to her. They began picking on her for being the new kid and she didn't do anything she had to conceal her skills so she let them pick on her. Roy saw this and came over to scare the boys off. The girl smiled at him and he smiled back. She had made her first friend. Sliding in next to her Roy tried to start a conversation. The child was mature and the two talked about books and so forth. She liked the boy he seemed different and good. Both found out that Charlotte's place to workout was where Roy took mma classes along with other training. She wouldn't be alone Roy would walk with her there and practice with her. He could see she was a fighter by the way the little girl held herself and acted. She knew he was by the same qualities. Roy being nice spent the rest of his free time talking with this mature eight year old shocked by how different she was from the other eight year olds he has met as well as persuasive in getting him The rest of the day was in charlottes opinion silly. There was no need for her to be in school but there she was. After school Roy met up with her and they walked to the training center together talking some more this time they were talking about fighting styles. Roy found out that this tiny little girl knew so much about fighting having learned just about every style of fighting. He was impressed by her. She not knowingly gave away all the secrets she was supposed keep. They entered the place and Charlotte went up to talk to the guy behind the desk. After he gave her a membership card she walked back to the red head smiling. With that they went to change so that Roy could drag her into his mma class. She had fun surprising him with how hard it was to pin her down or even catch her. She stayed small weaving in and out of his grasp as he tried to hold her down. The small fighter knew she could not beat him with strength so stayed defensive talking to him as they worked. She dodged jumped and slid keeping her new friend from catching her. Finally they stopped they had spent two hours just going at it. She smiled at Roy who smiled back. He had Found a new and amazing person to train with.