Starfire had told the others how to contain the girl. If the girl was truly her girl, this would work. But... her girl would only be five. Not a day went by where Starfire did not think of the child she lost, but despite knowing how old her child would be she knew the uncanny resemblance the girl shared with her. She watched the slumbering form quietly, anxious and deep within thought.
"What is it you need to tell us?" Robin asked, watching quietly. They had allowed Starfire to observe the girl for a while, but Robin got the sense Starfire was stalling- or hiding something. Starfire only sighed, moved to touch the girl's face, but hesitated and dropped her hand.
"When I was taken by the Gordanians," Starfire said softly, "I was.. for a time.. a slave."
"We know," Cyborg said, "We learned that when we met, remember?"
Starfire sighed again, but she continued to stare at the girl. "Yes. But... there was a time when I was a.. different type of slave." Her teammates frowned, concerned yet still a bit confused. So, Starfire pressed on. "Sometimes, if someone was willing to offer a high enough price, the Gordanians would... breed.. their prisoners. I was only bred once, and I never knew who my counterpart was.. there was no intercourse involved, just a shot and it was over but.." Starfire's sentence trailed off as she stared at the girl. "My child would be five. Should be five." She murmured. "But this one looks so similar to myself that perhaps..." Starfire's teammates said nothing. Perhaps they didn't know what to say or do, they had not known about much of Starfire's time with the Gordanians- Robin included. "Perhaps with the right technology whoever took her from me could of tampered with her genetics." Starfire continued quietly. She reached out and touched the girl's cheek, this time without hesitation.
"I... I never knew that happened to you." Robin said finally. "I'm sorry."
"I was too, for a time." Starfire admitted. "I... I did not ever get to hold her. As soon as she was there, she was gone. I never named her. Perhaps I grieved a bit." The alien girl seemed to shrug.
"Why did she show up now, of all times?" Cyborg speculated, looking curiously at Starfire and what could be her estranged daughter.
"I do not know." Starfire admitted. "I doubt she has ever known of me. I do not know who took her."
"Maybe she will." Beast Boy said, standing. "She did attack us, after all."
"She was scared." Raven admitted. "I could feel it."
Their chatter continued, but Starfire concerned herself with other things. She bent to observe the girl's wound or if there was anything that could give her a clue as to where the girl had come from. She, first, began to clean the wounds caused by the glass that had dug into Nyx's skin. Star's thoughts were in disarray, she was simply a mess of emotion and just... nothing and everything all at once. She had never believed she would see the child again, then again she didn't know if this was her child. The girl's skin was nearly flawless, just as Starfire's was, aside from one thing. Along the backs of Nyx's arms and legs, and down her spine, were scars about the size of quarters. They were puckered, and looked as though they had hurt at one time, but perhaps they no longer bothered the girl.
"We could do a blood test, you know." Robin said, kneeling beside Starfire. Cyborg stood behind them. "Test the DNA. Maybe find out more about, uh.."
"She said her name was Nyx." Starfire said quietly, watching the girl's chest rise and fall. "Perhaps it would work. I do not see the harm in it." Reluctantly, Starfire stood. Star's eyes, however, were still trained on the unconscious girl. "She looks like me, you know." Star said quietly. "But her eyes are not mine. They're blue, I remember that. She cried when they took her away." Starfire felt her heart sink a bit in remembrance. "I.. I just wanted to hold her once."
Robin put a hand on her shoulder. "I'm sorry, Star."
Starfire said nothing in return to Robin's statement, she only commented on the girl. "How long will she be asleep?"
"A few hours." Cyborg said, folding his arms over his chest. "I shocked her pretty hard."
"She will be.. okay?" Starfire asked, chewing on her lip slightly.
"I'm sure she'll be fine. 'Sides, if she's really part Tamaranian, she'll heal quickly." Cyborg said. "But, maybe since she's down now we can draw some blood. She might put up a fight if she's awake."
Robin shrugged. "It's Star's call," He said, looking at the alien princess. "What do you say, Star?"
Starfire paused, thinking. "I.. I suppose it is a good idea. Go ahead." She watched as Cyborg, after a few minutes of preparation, readied a needle and stuck it into the girl's forearm and she watched as the syringe filled with crimson quickly. Starfire almost winced, but she controlled herself. When Cyborg finished with the girl, Starfire offered her arm willingly to her friend. Star winced when the needle entered her flesh, but when the small amount of pain subsided she was fine. All she could think of was the girl, if she was her girl. What would things be like if Nyx was the child Starfire had lost? The thought had too many possibilities, too many factors. Thinking of what could happen made her head spin.
"I'll analyze these now," Cyborg said once he was finished. "And I'll get back to you in a bit."
Starfire only offered a tired nod.
"Maybe you should rest," Robin offered Starfire, frowning softly.
"No." Starfire told him. "I wish to be here when she wakes." Starfire pulled up a chair and sat in front of the girl's slumped form, observing every detail of the girl. "Could we.. perhaps.. make her more comfortable?" Starfire's voice was meek. "I do not like seeing her suspended like some prize."
"I.. sure," Robin said. "But, we'll have to secure her. She might be dangerous."
"As long as she does not hang like this," Starfire said, standing. She went to unhook Nyx's restraints, holding the girl close.
Please, let me hold her just once.
Starfire shivered slightly, running her finger over the girl's chin. She caught the sight of another scar, but a tiny one. It was white, perhaps an inch long, on that ran diagonally across her lower lip. "If it is truly you," Starfire whispered, "I will not let go again." She settled the sleeping girl onto a table, reluctantly allowing Robin to restrain her again. Starfire grabbed the same chair she had pulled up before and sat beside the girl, taking her limp hand in her own.
"I never chose a name for her." Starfire murmured, partly to Robin and partly to herself. "I was afraid to. I should of."
"You knew you couldn't." Robin said, standing beside her. "Things happen for a reason, Star."
"Then what was hers?" Starfire asked tiredly, referring to Nyx.
"I don't know, Star.." Robin murmured. "I don't know."
"The Titans took her, did they not?" Enoch asked, watching Sollinn intently.
"They did." Sollinn said, standing straight and still. "Was that your plan?"
"His plan?" A voice, feminine and cold, asked. It seemed to be laughing. "It was never his plan, sweetie. It's mine. Gotta start somewhere, don't I?"
Sollinn didn't look towards the voice. Something in her head, perhaps her father's influence, told her not to. "Whatever your plan is, will you ever allow me to know?"
"Why would I?" Enoch asked. "Is she not your daughter?"
"She means nothing to me." Sollinn growled, gritting her teeth. "She-"
"If she means nothing, why help her fight?" Enoch asked smoothly.
"I wanted to give her a chance." Sollinn said levelly. "I-"
"You attempted to see her many times, did you not?"
"She is my child." Sollinn growled, glaring at Enoch. "Do I no longer have the right to see what is my own-"
"You said you would not interfere. You did not wish to claim her."
"Would you of given me a choice?" Sollinn demanded. "She was not a decision I planned to make. I did not conceive her. I did not plan to conceive her. I-"
"Woah, now, girlie." The female voice chuckled. "If anything, she's mine. She's my niece, y'know. My blood."
"But not your daughter." Sollinn growled. "Not yours. You wish to use her, you-"
"And what would you do?" The voice asked sweetly. "What can you do, hm? You're a warrior, a fighter. You're just as good as my sister's little friend... the demon one."
"I am not descended from any demon." Sollinn growled. "My father, Dumah-"
"Oh, blah blah blah." The voice mocked. "I don't care about your father. I don't care about you or my little sis. I don't care about your little kiddie. Now, why don't you stand aside.."