A/N I do sadly not own any of the batman characters, they belong to DC comics/ their rightful owners. I do own the kids, so don't steal!
In an apartment two blocks from the police headquarters in GothamCity, there lived a woman with a young girl and two infants. The apartment wasn't big; it was in a pretty rundown house and consisted of only one bedroom, one living room and kitchen. The bedroom wasn't very big, but it did have room for one single bed and two children beds, the single bed was pushed so it was at the further long side, while one of the small beds was placed on the near long side, just at the door and the other at the short side, but it was a tight fit. At the opposite short side there was a small desk at which one of the occupants made her homework at. In the beds were three individuals that almost could be mistaken for being related. The two small beds held two small, dark haired children, one boy and one girl. The boy's hair was straight and it reached down into his forehead as he slept, while his sister's hair was curly and spread out across the pillow. Had their eyes been open, they would have shown twin pairs of aquamarine eyes, as clear as the Mediterranean Sea itself. The occupant of the single bed is a girl in her mid teens, with dark, dark brown hair in a page, a slight sprinkle of freckles over her nose. Her eyes are chocolate brown, when they're not closed in peaceful slumber. Out in the living room, there is an open sofa bed, with its covers tossed out and at the window, with its view of GCPD headquarters, there stand a woman. Her hair is loose, and the fire red curls drapes over her narrow shoulders. She's slim and fit, though not very tall. Dressed in a knee long, dark blue, night dress, she stares out into thin air, lost in the memories of what she used to be and what has been. In her hand is a picture of a young red head with her arms around a handsome man with jet black hair. Her smile is for the camera, his is for her. From the woman's eyes fall the tears of sorrow, of pain, loneliness and the regret of a wrong choice. The aquamarine of her eyes shine brighter as the street lights reflect off the tears that linger. The woman is Barbara Gordon, daughter of the Chief Commissioner of GothamCity. The small children inside are the ones she had with a man she loves over everything else, but who left her without even a good bye, and the teenager a child she rescued from the streets. This was not her plan for her life.
A/N Alright first chapter up, feel free to give reviews!