Revised
My parents met a year before they married. Seems a bit rushed to me, but they always told me that it just felt right. I guess they were correct because they would have been married for 15 years.
A year after their wedding, they had me. Apparently I was a bubbly happy baby who came smiling into the world. Pretty sure my mom was delirious due to exhaustion from the long labor. Apparently I was stubborn as well.
I was also athletic as a kid. I wasn't into sports though. What really interested me was martial arts and gymnastics. I would always be found watching MMA with Dad or gymnastics with Mom. I begged to be allowed to take lessons in both. I can't describe my joy when they said yes. I began at 6 years old and have been doing it since.
Despite being lonely as an only child, I had a happy childhood. Thank God I wasn't spoiled to death by my parents. Mom always told me that if I ever would have showed signs of becoming a beat, she would have set me straight. I would have done it myself.
Anyway, I was only a few months shy of being ten years old when the accident happened. My parents and I had been to a gala that Bruce Wayne had been hosting. I never remembered what it was for exactly. There, was when I first met Dick Grayson, Bruce's new ward.
I had heard the story. Dick was part of a circus act, the Flying Graysons. Unfortunately, there was an accident which left Dick as the only survivor in his family. Bruce took mercy on the kid and adopted him.
I typically hated these galas, but being the nine year old kid I was, I was eager to meet Dick and have someone my age there. Dick and I got along great. We connected instantly and surprisingly had a great time. I left happy that night.
That is, until later on that evening as we headed home. It happened so fast I really didn't have time to process it. We were just a few blocks down from our house when the car was hit on my side. Later they had told me it was a drunk driver. From my shock, all I could think was how cliché.
The car was totaled. Dad, who was on the same side as I was, was killed instantly. Mom had bled internally and by the time they reached the hospital, it was too late. As for me, they called me a miracle. My leg got pinned by the door and a piece of glass from the back windshield had driven itself into my back. Even to this day I still have back problems.
After I was released from the hospital, my aunt and uncle took me home. They continuously tried to get me to open up but I was almost dead. I felt all alone, but my two friends, Barbara and Dick helped me along.
It wasn't until months later that I learned of Bruce and Dick's...extracurricular activities. It was by accident really. One evening whilst hanging out with Dick at the manor, he and Bruce had to take off suddenly. They claimed it had to do with something at Wayne Tech and Bruce needed Dick to come with him. I didn't buy into that crappy excuse one bit. Later as it grew into three hours of them being gone, I stumbled upon the grandfather clock that led to the Batcave late one evening. I was surprised to say the least. Though, not as surprised as Bruce and Dick were when they came home to find me curled up in the computer seat, waiting for them.
Bruce was against it at first, my wish to join them in crime fighting. I pointed out, however, the skills I had in martial arts and the fact that I could reveal their identities to the press immediately. They changed their minds eventually. With some training and a new suit, there I was. A ten year old girl standing alongside Batman and Robin as Sparrow, the Girl Wonder.