AN: I was persuaded to continue this in the same story and don't put it in and sequel.
AN2: The Wayne family is trying to hide that anything is not normal from their daughter until she is eight.
Martha age 3:
„Young Mistress Martha? Where are you? Mistress Martha?"
Martha could hear her granddads shouts. She still didn't understand why he insisted on calling her Mistress Martha. Yes of course he was her Fathers Butler but he was more of a father for him than anyone else alive. She loved to rile him up by calling her granddad but deep inside he was her granddad. She knew that Thomas Wayne really was her granddad but she had never met him. Of course she was proud of Thomas as her grandfather but she never had met him so she insisted on calling Thomas grandfather and called Alfred granddad, gramps or granddaddy. But now she had to be silent. She was on a mission, a mission to evade the yucky greens. Gramps food always tasted yummy but still she didn't like eating asparagus or as she silently called it ass-sparagus, but she should never tell anyone that she knew that word, Mum and Dad would be cross with her if they heard her use that potty-word. She heard Dick say it while he was talking with daddy about their job. Dad´s job was boring stuff in her eyes; Mum had an exciting job traveling around the world meeting famous people as an ambassador.
Alfred knew where his granddaughter was. Yes Martha was as much his granddaughter as Bruce was his son. Diana was a godsend daughter-in-law and Dick, Jason and Tim where his grandsons. He didn't care what he felt compelled to call them deep in his heart they where his family. But sometimes they could drive him insane. Bruce, Tim and Dick were overworking themselves and risking too much in his eyes. Jason had mellowed down a lot since he met Starfire, he visited sparely and gave updates when he was asked to. So he didn't care very much about the things the rest of the caped family didn't like about his methods. Using guns? Alfred was in the SAS he knew how to operate any known human made weapon good enough to disassemble clean and reassemble it. Killing? Again Alfred was once in the SAS. As long as he behaved around Martha it didn't matter much what he did outside, Alfred believed in Bruce making sure that Jason didn't go too far.
As said beforehand Alfred knew where Martha hid herself. Her feet stuck out behind the curtain. He pretended to search for the little trickster who had a well known aversion against her greens and did her best to avoid them. As he "found" her he picked her up,making her squeal.
"It seems like you don't want to eat your asparagus. You know that is the only way for you to get a cookie?"
"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! Want Cookie!"
In the kitchen the cookie jar vibrated and finally fell down from the board.
Martha age 4:
"Hihihihihihi. Cooookies Coookies Cooookies Coookies Cooookies Coookies Cooookies Coookies Coooooooooooooookies." Was the only thing that escaped from the mouth of Martha Wayne in her eyes professional Ninja. In fairness the only ninjas she knew were this strange turtles from the TV, but it's the thought that counts isn't it?
She thought she had acquired that title as she had used one of her scarves as mask and sneaked out of her room right into the kitchen. She was quite desperately trying to reach the Cookie jar on the counter but was just not able to reach it. She really wanted to get a Cookie, the reason you ask? Since when does a child need a reason to want sweets?
As she stretched uselessly she started to float and abruptly had the jar in her clutches, not noticing that she was floating. Of course her mother entered the room in just this minute.
"Martha what are you doing?" Diana exclaimed, as Amazons don't screech. (AN: It's the first manifestation of Martha´s powers just stay with me here okay?)
Disrupted by that *kough* exclamation *kough* Martha crash-landed knees first on the kitchen floor.
Like any parent would do Diana was immediately besides her child and started fussing over her. Martha was completely staggered. Her knees didn't hurt. She had seen her friends from pre-school fall down the monkey bars and they had wailed endlessly, she thought they were babies for doing so, but she had directly landed on her knees from higher than the monkey bars were and onto the harder floor she should have been hurt.
That meant she had ninja powers. She was a real ninja, not that she had ever doubted that. The flying must have been a ninja power too. But she wasn't able to fly beforehand and the only thing different now than then was her mask. Her mask must have given her ninja powers.
"I am okay mommy I didn't hurt myself, thanks to my super-duper-ninja-mask."She exclaimed proudly in a pose that Superman guy she had seen on TV once had used there.
Acting in the desperate need to hide her daughter´s power from her daughter at least for a few more years Diana constructed a quite fragile lie.
"Yes that's right little Princess that scarf ähm mask gave you your powers. But do you know that there a lot of heroes that need those powers more than you do? For example Superman could use that mask´s powers. What do you say why don't we give that mask him so that he can use it? And please dont try to use the powers again as they might come from superman while he needs them for a fight."
At this exact moment a few hundred miles away in Metropolis, Clark Kent was shuddering like somebody walked over his grave.
"That sounds like it is a good idea. I don't like it but it sounds like a good idea. Dang it I really wanted to be a ninja."
A few weeks later Superman was fighting Luthor and was wearing the "Mask" the first time in public. The whole scene was broadcasted live.
Confused Lex asked Superman. "Ähm what are you wearing on your head? Is this your latest fashion disaster?"
Superman sighed. "Just don't ask. Just don't."
The Wayne family was watching the live-feed Martha was looking proud that Superman was wearing her mask, but a little bit of jealousy was also there, as he was now a ninja and she wasn't. The rest of the family was laughing shamelessly.
Martha age 5:
"You smell like alcohol and cigarettes. You stink!" Shouted Martha into Jason´s face.
"And you are rude. It is not polite to shout into your big brothers face the first time you met him." Jason shouted back.
"I can apologize and am good. You have to take at least 4 quintillion-quadrillion baths." Martha replied in the same fashion and stuck out her tongue. "And if you are my brother you owe me at least 5 birthday presents because that's how old I am." She said now calmer but full of confidence.
"What about no?" Jason pouted back.
Martha showed her mood appropriately. She glared at her brother. Intensely, very intensely. What led to a spontaneous movement of the carpet, which led to a very intimate meeting of Jason´s face and the floorboards.
Its useless to say that this scene elicited a lot of laughter from the bystanders, namely Bruce, Diana and Dick.
Martha age 6:
Martha, Bruce and Dick stood in the gym of Wayne Manor. The audience consisted of a worried Alfred, a serious looking but also worried Diana who was ensured by the fact that her daughter was safe due to her powers, and a bored Tim playing a game on his tablet.
"So Martha you know why we do this?" Asked Bruce his daughter.
"Yes we do this so that I can defend myself against bad men. And we do this so that I can be a ninja without my mask." Said Martha first seriously then a little bit quieter and then started behaving like she had a sugar rush. "Let´s start."
"Okay first you watch me and Dick do the moves slowly and if you are sure you can do them try them. If we are sure you did them right you can try them on me. Understood?" The answer was an eager nodding. (AN: I know that's not how you start it I wrote this just for fun.)
After an hour of watching Martha tried the moves and after e few revisions was able to do them flawlessly.
So she decided. "Dad I want to try this shoulder throw thing with you. Can we do that please?"
"Ok Princess but we have to be careful okay?" Asked Bruce answered by an eager nod.
Not two seconds later Bruce laid on the floor on his back wheezing breathlessly and in total confusion what the heck just happened. The whole scene was recorded by Tim´s tablet. It was an all times favourite of the Batclan.
Martha age 6 and ¾:
Her mommy had gone big (as she knew not to call her mommy fat) in the last few months. Dad and Barbara had explained her that was because mommy was preparing to give birth to her brothers and or sisters. Why she had to be big to get the babies from the stork was a riddle to her. A riddle they didn't want to explain to her. Daddy and Barbara were quite red in their faces as they explained her that. Now her mommy was in her and Daddy´s bedroom and there were awful and very loud noises coming from there. Dick told her that that was because mommy had the TV switched on very loud. Barbara told her they made those noises so that the stork could find them easier.
Martha knew what that meant. She now was about to be a big sister and she had promised to herself and her mommy that she would be the best big sister that was there.
A few hours later the door opened and Daddy told her and the others to go in and greet her baby brother and sister. Her mother looked exhausted but happy and smiled at her. So Martha smiled back, though she didn't know why her mommy was exhausted.
They looked at both of the babies and Martha was brought closer to them and they carefully explained her how to hold her baby sister and then handed her over.
"That is your little sister Claire Athena Wayne." Her father explained to Martha.
The newly dubbed Claire waved around with her left hand and finally got hold of Martha´s pinky finger and squeezed as strong as a baby could.
Martha simply stated. "I like her. I keep her. You can have the other one." The whole family laughed heartily. (AN: of course she will also like her brother.)
Martha age 7:
Her dad came back from work with a boy that looked like a younger version of himself. A much younger version of himself he was not older than nine or ten, if she had to guess. The boys name was Damian and he was an ass walking around like he was the Mayor or something like that.
"So you are the brat of that home-wrecker?" The annoying boy said lordly.
"I don't know what a home-wrecker is, but the way you said it it´s not something good. Don't say anything bad about my mommy. Is that clear?" Martha stated angrily.
"OH and what would you do about it? Baby?" The boy again said lordly.
"I will do what I do to things I don't like and I punch thing I don't like and I don't like YOU!" She replied now furiously.
"Like you could do that." He still said arrogantly.
That where the last words before she sucker punched him.
