Hello, my name is Shiva and I am the middle crock. My older sister, Jade, has turned to the life of crime and submitted to my father's wishes. My younger sister, Artemis, is trying to become a hero and has submitted to my mother's wishes. I view both choices as pathetic.

In the life of crime, when you have everything, when you have stolen every item, killed every person who could stay in your way then what do you have left. Eventually, you would have nothing left, no family, no friends, no nothing.

But when you're a hero you still have nothing much to gain. You save some people yet put yourself in the line of fire. Why would you give yourself up to save someone you did not know? In Gotham, if you helped someone they would not thank you in any way, they would simply give the 'cold shoulder'. So what is the worth of being a hero when you would end up dead.

Believe it or not though, I see the world in gray. Jade sees the world in black and so does Artemis to some extent. One of the few things they have in common. I think that every bad person has a part of them that is good and for every good there is some part of them that is bad.

Jade is my father's favorite though you might not believe me. Artemis is my mother's favorite obviously. I am nobody's favorite and thus I am thrown aside only very rarely picked up by my father to fix some mistake of his and even then getting no praise.

There is Jade, the oldest crock, the villain my father wanted, my father's pride.

There is Artemis, the youngest crock, the hero trying to change our family name, my mother's pride.

Then there is me, Shiva, the middle crock, the one in the shadows, the one in between, nobody's pride.


If any of you guys are reading my other story, Disgrace Of A Daughter, I am still going to continue with it. It was a split second decision to write this and I honestly just wrote this in less than 1 hour so forgive me if there is any grammar mistakes or anything.

~MysticalC