I don't own the Teen Titan's I own Mary, and only Mary.
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He had been doing quick push-ups to stay in such good shape, but that wasn't going to bother the girl on his back completing the last remnants of her valued schoolwork.
Her hair was mousy brown. Her eyes, a steely blue, matching her mother's. Her face was beautiful enough to win a modeling competition with shear ease. The slender body that she had had been growing curves since she was thirteen. Now fourteen, her slender figure matched that of a Goddess. She stopped counting for her father on the floor, doing push-ups under her 132 pounds.
"Are you done yet father?" she asked firmly, carrying her father's gene of sternness.
"Not until a thousand…" her father grunted.
"What are you at now? I have a project to do."
"I'm your teacher. I can delay the project or cancel it altogether," her father stated.
"Well," the girl said, "what number are you at now?"
"I'm done…" her father said.
The girl jumped off of her father's back and sprinted to her room, books in hand.
The father stared, thinking coldly about the girl and not wanting to spend time with her father. He rubbed his fingers through his silvery hair and grinned. An eye patch covered his right eye. He looked nothing like his daughter; thank freaking God, he thought. But, she had his dark personality. She enjoyed technology and the dark. She wanted to learn from him other than going to a private school that he could surely pay for.
Her mother was a thing of pure beauty. It was a crazy one-night stand that turned into a relationship. He hadn't gotten some 'action' in a while after his wife had left him so he hired a whore off of the streets. He had thought that he had gotten the prettiest one and she wasn't so lucky in return. His eye had just been patched up with stitches still in place; it had really hurt when she tried to get all of the money she could get out of him.
A month after the incident, he had discovered that she was pregnant, after she had given birth, the first thing that he had done was given the baby a DNA test. It was his, even though he had protected himself.
She had lost her whore job on the streets while she was becoming 'rounder'. The crack baby that had her under his wing at the time was only focused on the amount of money that he got to buy larger rocks than the last one that he bought.
He took the whore in, only to discover that she had a form of terminal cancer. A rare form of terminal cancer that only gave her a few more months to live. She had died when the baby was three months old.
He, on the other had, was no good parent. He had had two kids in his last marriage, but his wife had taken care of the kids while he was supporting the family. He had to turn to various parenting books, each giving their own definition-' treat the child like a friend so that they will be your friend in return.'
He had burned all of the books that he had bought when that didn't work for a baby. Wintergreen, his faithful butler had taken care of the diapers and changing the child, also with the two-year-old crisis of 'potty training'. The butler was still taking care of the girl, informing her about the wonders of puberty and such stuff.
The only thing that her father actually did was teach her in basic calculus, history, sciences, and new technology theories. With the exception of major martial arts training. Her strength had surpassed some of his victims and enemies that he had.
Her complexion, he knew, would get her in trouble in the future if the Jump City had continued it's downfall into the sewers.
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The mousy haired girl sprinted to her room, bypassing Wintergreen on the way to her own personal computer room. Her project would defiantly get Slade Wilson, her father, roaring with approval. If she completed the figures to absolute perfection as they were in her mind, she would be on the top of the world to her father, the only person that she had left in the world to talk to, other than Wintergreen, who she now only called 'Winter'.
"Hey Winter!" the girl shouted.
The butler turned around slowly. "Yes Master Mary?" the butler asked.
"Do you know where Slade keeps the scrapes of metal?" Mary asked sternly.
Wintergreen nodded his head. Mary dropped her books on the table next to her and followed Wintergreen to a hallway that she rarely ever traveled. Both of them walked into the room, filled to the brim with metal, plastic and anything that would make a geek go lost in their own mind.
"Thanks Winter…" Mary stuttered, "I'll call you later if I need you." She held up a cell phone in her hand that was only supposed to be used between Slade, Wintergreen and her.
Wintergreen walked out of the room, leaving the door open. Mary walked through the room, analyzing the scraps and pieces that jutted out of the piles.
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Slade walked to the shower and rubbed himself down thickly with soap and water. He dried himself off and walked out of the bathroom with only a towel around his waist.
A flash of red ran past Slade, making him to reach for the base of his towel around his firm waist.
"Hi dad…" a voice shouted.
He noticed that the flash was Mary, running with a handful of supplies. Apparently for her project that she was so hyped about finishing. Slade tightened the towel as he walked past his daughter's door; that was coincidentally open. Slade peered in, looking at the sparks that emitted from the welding that Mary was doing. Mary felt something lurking over her shoulder and she turned around.
"No daddy. You're not supposed to see this until the project is due…" Mary complained, shutting the door with a slam.
She turned back into the room and placed the welding mask back in front of her eyes.
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