Chapter One- The beginning of Myra Olivia Queen

"She's beautiful," Lois Lane said with tears in her eyes. She held her 8 pound 10 ounce baby in her arms. She admired her emerald green eyes and light brown hair. The baby didn't cry, instead she just stared at Lois.

Oliver Queen and Clark Kent were there too. Oliver was the child's biological father. Clark was there in support of Lois, who wouldn't have gone through with the natural birth without him there. Nevertheless, Lois gave the baby to Oliver first.

"What should we name her?" Lois asked Oliver.

"Myra," Oliver said, "Myra Olivia Queen."

Lois smiled. She liked the name. She liked it a lot. "Myra Olivia Queen." She repeated.

Oliver smiled then looked at Clark. He didn't like the idea of having Clark there. He didn't need to be there. After Lois found out she was pregnant and it was Oliver's baby, Lois had forgotten about Clark, and agreed to stay with Oliver. Lois always knew that she was truly in love with Clark Kent, but it was the right decision to stay with Oliver.

After a few months of being with Oliver, Lois couldn't stay away from Clark anymore. She loved him too much to be with Oliver, but Clark loved Lois enough to let her go. Lois stayed with Oliver.

"You want to hold her?" Oliver asked Clark.

Clark agreed and took Myra into his arms. He felt an instant connection. He felt like he was more connected to Myra then he thought. The little girl smiled when placed into Clark's arms. Clark felt complete bliss and fell in love with Myra Olivia Queen.

The year after that was hard for Oliver and Lois. Oliver knew that Lois loved Clark more than she loved him so Oliver set Lois free. He let Lois be with Clark.

Myra was still just a baby. She didn't know what was going on. So, when Lois walked out, and left Myra with Oliver, she didn't cry or get mad. She just sat there, looking at Oliver and playing with her dolls.

"Hey Myra," Oliver said, holding back the tears, "Whatcha doing?"

Myra held up her red headed doll she was playing with then placed it back down. Myra was a quiet baby. She didn't cry much. She just slept and ate.

"That's cool," Oliver said, sitting on the floor in front of her.

That's when Myra did the cutest thing. She took her brown haired boy doll and placed it in Oliver's hand. "Play Daddy." She spoke for the first time.

Oliver wasn't as excited as most parents would be when their son or daughter first spoke. He just smiled then took the doll and started playing with his daughter.

Myra would spend the rest of her life with her Dad. Lois would drop by a few times a month. Lois was too focused on work to settle down and take care of Myra.

Once though, Lois tried to get Myra to come live with Clark and her, but Myra said no. She spent her toddler years with Oliver and wasn't planning to abandon the best dad ever now.

Lois knew that Myra would be happy with Oliver, because he could give her everything that she could ever want. The thing was that Myra didn't want anything but happiness.

So Myra grew up without much of a mother figure. Myra grew up a fighter. Oliver and her would spar and train all the time. Soon Myra could beat up any kid that she wanted to, but she of course never would.

The thing with Myra was that she didn't have a lot of anger, so Oliver was surprised with her tremendous amount of strength. Myra was strong and she was very fast. Oliver knew she had talent and was very proud of his daughter when she won karate championships.

Myra was a daddy's girl. The thing was that Myra was about to experience something that would change her life forever.