Author's note: Okay so a while ago I had a story published. That was way back, I had another account (shywritter98). That account got hacked and I could never finish my story, and since I just graduated, I had some extra time. I decided to make that story again, from scratch. Same characters, same plot, but better writing. This is the rebirth of SPARROW.
Chapter 1: New Face, New Beginnings.
My life… How can I describe my life? If I only had one word to describe my life right now, that word would be: Average. Well… now that I think about it my life is not that Average. I'm fourteen years old, I am in middle school, I live in Blüdhaven although I used to live in Gotham, my father is a cop and my mother is an amazing programmer and probably the strongest person I have ever met in my entire life. Last but not least my boyfriend, he is a doofus and he is addicted to his sneakers.
As you may notice, all the things I just said about my life are pretty average. But that's just part of my life. After all Flying Graysons have the tendency of keeping secrets, you can't expect me to tell you all about me. I've learnt from my grandfather to trust no one, and taking in mind all that I have been through I understand his point of view.
Well, I guess I can tell you a little bit. My name is Ann Gordon and this is the story of how I became the Sparrow.
"Ann! A package arrived, says it's for you!" I heard my mother yelling. "I'm coming, Babs!" I said as I changed my french's grade. I always got good grades, except when it came to French Class. I snickered to myself as I turned off my laptop. I hurried downstairs, and saw my Mother leaning back on her wheelchair with a package on her lap. "I swear Babs, I didn't stole your credit card and bought stuff from the internet! Again…" I said with a worried look on my eyes. My mother couldn't help but laugh, and she didn't do that often. "Oh trust me sweetheart, I would have known if you did." She said giving me a teasing glare. "Just open it." My mother instructed.
I sighed and took the package and opened it. I took it out and to my surprise it was a purple spandex full body suit. "W-What is this?" I asked surprised. "Well, since you made it to nationals I ordered it for you. You can wear it on your next gymnastics competition." My mother said smiling. "Gee, Babs. I don't know what to say." I said staring at the suit. "Well you could show me a little gratitude and start calling my Mom, or at least Mother for heavens sake." My mother commented. "Not a chance, Babs. But I'll wash the dishes tonight." I said giving her my usual grin. "Fine…" She sighed defeated. "You are your father's daughter alright." She said.
"Hey speaking about Dad… I have this family tree project, and it has to have at least 6 branches. So far I only have you, the ol' Commissioner and I guess Wayne counts as well. Do you have any pictures of him, at all. Or at least his name so I can add?" I asked as I relaxed against the couch.
"Ann, you know I don't like to speak about him. It was a bad decision, I would call it a mistake, but then that would imply I don't want you in my life. Still I rather not talk about it. " My mother said glaring at me. "Well, I could always ask Uncle Damian. You know he would tell me. Or don't tell me it was just a one night-stand and you don't even know his name?! That would be low, Babs." I commented. "Ann Gordon! You better speak to me with respect!" Mother said. "Geez, Mom I deserve to know his name." I sighed as I stared at the wall. "Grayson, Richard." She said almost whispering and rolled herself out of the room.
After she left I took my new gymnastics suit and I quickly ran back to my room. I turned on my laptop and the first thing I did was look up the name of my father. Headlines like 'Cop of the Year' , 'Adoptive son of Billionaire Playboy becomes a Cop'. But there was one that stood out. It was a youtube video. Flying Graysons fall of death. I clicked the video and saw a man and a woman on the trapeze, they seemed fascinating. Their tricks were like nothing I had ever seen before, but in the last minute of the video the trapeze broke. I saw a little boy crying, then the camera zoomed in to the boy's face.
Immediately I recognised him. It was like looking in a mirror, I was identical to him, except for the eye colour. I was sure that he was my dad, and that I had just witness the death of my grandparents. I saw the tears rushing down his face and I couldn't help but cry too. I didn't know this people, I actually felt hatred towards that little boy that then grew up to be my father. But besides hatred there was also something left in my heart, something I had never felt before. I felt pity. I never had a father, and although I didn't seem so close to my mother she was all I had. I could never imagine seeing my mother die like that, I would probably go nuts over time, and that made me wonder what type of a person my father truly was.
Author's note: I changed the story a little just to give more drama, hope you like it. Be sure to follow and comment!