Ok, so this is my first Fanfic so it might suck but just bear with me
Disclaimer: No matter how much I want to, I have never, nor will I ever, own any of the comic book characters in this story except for my OC, Trixie.
I gripped the bar tightly in my hands, the usual adrenaline rush pounding in my veins. This was the first time I had ever practiced with my whole family watching: Uncle Harvey, Aunt Pamela, Aunt Selina, Mom and Dad. Usually I practiced alone while I copied the movements I saw performed on a large television screen. Occasionally, Dad would come and watch for a while and give me pointers- but I never had this many people watching me before. I took a deep breath and swung out on the bar. I could hear my family cheering me on, I smiled as I swung back and forth, getting ready to let go. I closed my eyes and let go of my bar. I did a quadruple flip in the air and clamped onto the next bar, my eyes opening. I lifted myself over the bar with my arms and went upside down, smiling the whole time. I then did a backwards somersault and landed on the platform, I bowed as my family cheered and applauded my great triumph. I quickly climbed down the ladder and raced towards my family, I was greeted with hugs and compliments.
"You looked even better than the Boy Wonder!" Uncle Harvey congratulated, I smiled even bigger and everything felt perfect. But perfect doesn't ever last for long. Not when you're 'family' is a group of arch-criminals, your parents being Harley Quinn and "The Clown Prince of Crime." Because even when you're life is a bowl of sunshine, there are always some clouds.
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