Hi! This is my first fanfiction on this website! Please read and review.
Oh, and this is Humanised :)
My Dad is the Special. Yeah, the 'Saved-The-World-On-Taco-Tuesday' Special. That guy. But he's awesome. He's really kind to everyone. I mean, the way he saved the world from being Kragle-ised was through kindness! Admittedly, he did cause Ourmamageddon 5 years later due to a messed-up timeline and some dinosaurs, but he was forgiven for that.
My Mom was a Master Builder (so is Dad. I'm in training at the moment. She helped save the world as well, and ended up with my Dad after she broke up with Batman (I know right! Dad didn't believe it at first). 5 years later, she was captured and taken to the Systar System, everyone found out that she was actually not as edgy as she had made herself out to be, and her hair was actually pink and blue, and she'd basically lied to everyone for years on end, but Dad forgave her, and so did everyone else.
A year after Ourmamageddon, Mom and Dad got married, and another year after that, I was born. They named me Summer. My full name is Summer Rose Brickowski. I'm 13 next month.
I said 'was' when describing my Mom. That's because my Mom is missing. She has been for 5 years now.
"Dad?"
Dad lifted his head to look at me in the mirror. "What's up?" He asked after he spat his toothpaste into the sink.
I leaned against the doorframe, looking at him.
"Why did you call me Summer? Was it just a name you liked, or was there something else behind it?"
Dad went quiet for a moment. That was rare with him usually.
Usually.
"Um… oh, I remember! Your birthday is June the 21st, correct?"
I giggled. "Correct."
"Well, in Britain and also most of Europe, they have a celebration called 'Summer Solstice'. It marks the longest day of the year, and that day is...?" He looked at me. I said nothing, confused.
"What day do you think the Summer Solstice is on, Summer?" Dad asked patiently.
"Oh! The 21st?" I answered sheepishly.
"Yep!" He grinned. "And Summer's always been my favorite season, because of the way everyone just has fun. So,"- he walked over to his dressing table to grab his watch- "we chose Summer."
My smile dropped for a second.
We.
Mom and Dad.
Emmet and Lucy.
"Did- Did Mom give me my middle name?" I stuttered.
Dad's head shot up, stared into the distance for a second. "Why do you ask?" he wasn't looking my way when he asked this.
His voice always took on a strange tone whenever we talked about Mom. It was like he wanted to smile, the laugh, to be happy, but he'd lost the ability to. It broke my heart to see him like this. I normally would just say 'Nothing', and continue throughout the day, but today, just this once, I had to press on.
"I just want to know. Y'know, like- "I searched through my mind for a simile to use, but I couldn't think of one. "I just want to know. We've never really talked about things like this before."
Dad turned around, smiled weakly, then nodded. "Yeah, she did. We agreed that if I chose your first name, she could choose your middle name. I don't really know why she chose Rose. But," He stood up, checked his watch, walked over to me and looked me in the eyes, "your name doesn't define who you are. Only you can do that, you know? I- I found that out the hard way. Like, my name means 'Truth' in a few different languages. But that doesn't mean I'll always tell the truth. Well, I mean, I try to, but- Summer?"
Halfway through Dad's little talk about names, tears started to form in my eyes, and I couldn't stop them from falling.
"Hey, hey, it's ok," I heard Dad say as I slid down the wall to the floor. He bent down and hugged me. I buried my head into his shoulder and just cried. We were still for a couple minutes, me crying, Dad comforting me. Eventually, he pulled away.
"Summer, I've got to go to work. I'll drop you off at the Batcave, yeah?"
I sniffed. "Will we ever find Mom?" I mumbled quietly. I didn't think Dad would hear it. He did.
"Of course we'll find her, Summer. Of course we will."
