Chapter two: The early days
After what feels like forever, we're finally leaving the hospital wing. Mom, I guess, is carrying me to where Mom, Dad and I are living. Dad is walking beside us and guiding the way.
"Mia? Mia look over here." Mom says, trying to get my attention.
I have to tear my eye away from the architecture. 'So this is Black Castle.' I tear my eyes away from my surroundings and look up at my mom. She has a huge smile on her face as she looks down at me. Mom starts to make silly faces at me, at first I give her a confused look then, I start to smile and laugh, because well, the faces are rather ridiculous.
I'm rather annoyed that I have no control over my motor skills, other wise my head would be turning in every direction, trying to look at everything from the smooth arches, to the details of the wood work. It's like Hotel Transylvania 2.5.
"Here we are." Dad says as he opens a pair of mahogany double doors.
Our living quarters are a modest size and as expected are beautiful. What I didn't expect, or I did I was just distracted by the beautiful building, was the welcoming party. My first thought was, 'Holy crap! Is that Superman? He looks just like Tom Welling!'. After the initional shock, and congratulations go around, the embarrassing stares as my new parents introduce me to everyone.
"Everyone, I would like to introduce our daughter, Mia." Dad says to everyone in the room.
At this I give them a huge toothless grin. Which makes them all laugh. Clark is the first one to approach us, curtsies of one Lois Lane.
"Clark, no hard feelings?" Dad asks.
Clark doesn't say anything for a moment, at which dad raises an eyebrow. Lois gives him a good solid poke to his kidneys, forcing out the reply,"Yeah. No hard feelings."
Nearly the whole room let out the breathe that everyone had been holding.
After that rather uncomfortable situation between Dad and Clark, the party goes off without a hitch. The Batman and Wonder Women made and appearance, and I got to say, they look exhausted. Not surprising there, they also have a baby. There's just something about their son, Jason, thats familiar.
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It's been almost two months since my parents brought me back from the hospital. I'm in the play pen, and I was able to get some paper and crayons in there with me. I figured out a way to keep a diary of sorts. It looks like just a bunch of dots on the page, when it's really a detailed entry of the day or week, depending on the on the day or week. Right now I'm writing about today so far, when the door opens and Batman, aka Bruce Wayne, and Wonder Woman, aka Princess Diana.
Mom and Dad are talking to them about the decrease of crime in the last year. Diana puts her and Bruce's son Jason into the play pen. Jason and I sit there for a moment just looking at each other. There's a kind of maturity and intelligence in his eyes that you don't see in a two and a half month old baby.
Jason and I kick it off almost immediately. Almost.
After the awkward moment between the two of us, Jason looks at the paper that is sitting in front of me. He studies it for a second or two, before I grab the page away. Jason grabs a piece of paper and a crayon for himself, and begins to gab at the page with the crayon. To the untrained eye it looked like just a bunch of dots, kind, of, like, my, paper...
Jason slides the paper over to me. When I see what is written, I go all bug eyed. "If you can read this, then you know who I am. And you know that I know who you are."
I stare in disbelief for a few seconds, then I grab the paper that he had written on and write one word, "Justin?"
He looks at the paper, then he looks up at me with a smile on his face. We then go into an in depth conversation, and just catching up for the rest of the day. At some point our moms come in to feed us and change our diapers. Both are mortifying, and if I wasn't a baby, and if I didn't have a purpose here, then I would go on a hunger strike.