A/N:Samantha learns who she really is, but because of that, she may be forced to choose between her new husband Tim and a former lover who now knows her secret and wants her for himself.

Neptune's Daughter 2: Daughter of the King

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Part 1: Two Faces

Island Girl, Neptune's Daughter, words on a portrait that have stuck with Samantha ever since she learned her life with Timothy Jackson Drake-Wayne, now Grayson, too, had been predestined. A prediction that Martha Wayne would never see come true in her lifetime, because her life had been cut short. Would it still happen if she had not died?

That question could not be answered. All Samantha thought about were those four words on a portrait, a portrait that remarkably looked like her. The face was uncanny, scary really. Hidden within Martha's art studio was another portrait, a companion piece that was labeled Island boy, Neptune's son. It looked like the island girl had a twin brother, but the portrait was unfinished. It was a sketch in charcoal and pastel. It was just the face, framed with a shell-like crown that was sharp in detail, different from the softer tones of his sister's portrait. The island girl's face was soft and curved, while the boy's face showed the sharper angles of the man he would become. The eyes of the girl were green with life and love, while the boy's eyes were gray-steel and cruel. They were the eyes of a killer. It was no wonder that Martha Wayne abandoned this portrait. For when Samantha looked into the eyes of the boy, she shuddered. And a long-forgotten memory sprang into her mind.

"Where did you find it?" Samantha asked.

"Stuffed in between some old torn canvases that Grandmother must have decided to throw away," Damian stated. "It was in a second closet I found buried behind lots of other junk. Are you all right, Mother? Your face has gone pale."

"I'm fine," Samantha answered. "I haven't had lunch yet, and I've been sitting here for a long time. Are you almost done with the sketch?"

"Almost," Damian said. "Thanks for being my model."

"Your welcome," Samantha replied. "I've never had my portrait done before."

"We can take a break," Damian suggested. "I'm hungry, too. And my nephews probably need feeding."

"You're right, though we decided to also bottle feed them, so Tim can get a chance to take care of them."

"He's going to have to go back to the Titan's soon," Damian reminded. "It will be his turn, again."

"I know," Samantha said, though she wished he hadn't had to go back. Having him back home from Chicago had been wonderful. He got to see the birth of his twins, even though they were born premature. They were lucky that the boys had a healthy weight, Caine was strong, but Caleb needed more care. His legs felt weaker than his brother's, and Samantha worried. When Damian suggested that he paint her portrait, it took her mind off her children for a short time, until her eyes fell on that drawing. It reminded her of her own portrait. And once again, Samantha questioned how she had come to be in the Clark household.

Those thoughts drew her back through the years. She didn't tell Tim the truth of her age, how she seemed to be younger than she really was. Was it a trick of nature? Who was she? Even so, when she questioned her adopted parents, her father, and even her mother wouldn't answer. They knew something. Her mother would tell her to get on with her lessons, unique lessons that she could still remember today, but didn't understand why she was doing them. Her father was also secretive, working for the U.S. government. Then came the cruel years when she became a teenager. She found her mother weeping, and a stranger in the house. The man handed her father a large sum of money, and the next thing she knew, Samantha was being dragged from the only home she ever knew. That man had been Nathan Devlin.

Samantha recalled that day so vividly. She had been taken to a different island.

"You are here to work off your father's debt," Devlin said.

She was put to work scrubbing floors and cleaning windows, until Devlin noticed the kind of body that lay beneath the loosely fitting clothes her mother would have her wear.

"On second thought, I have something better in mind for you."

Samantha was taken to an older girl, who wore scantily dressed clothing and wore too much make-up, some of it to hide the bruises that had been inflicted upon her.

"I want you to teach her to please my clients," Devlin said as he flung Samantha across the room.

"What can I teach this child," the older girl said.

"My clients don't care how old she is. She's hiding a good body. And her father owes me."

That was the beginning of a different kind of education. The woman removed her clothing and ran her hands along Samantha's body, even explored parts that Samantha was just beginning to understand.

Samantha's mind shuddered at those memories. She didn't know what to think about how the woman made her feel. Even so, the cruelty wouldn't end there. Soon after she became one of Devlin's sex slaves, and the older girl disappeared. Samantha was forced to give pleasure to every man who came to the island to do business with Devlin. Then a strange hunger filled her, and she didn't know what happened. Devlin was furious, and he threw her out. She could hear him say to a couple of men, "Throw her in the ocean! I don't care if she drowns! That should teach her to bite my client's #$ % off."

And that's what they did. Devlin's men took her to a nearby cliff and threw her in, but she survived with the help of a handsome teenage boy, with gray-steel eyes. She had not thought of him in years. They swam to a nearby beach. He was the first to teach her that love did not have to be cruel. Devlin later found out that she survived her punishment and once again put her to work.

"When can I go home," Samantha asked. "Surely my father's debt has been paid?"

"Paid? Yes, your father's debt has been paid, ten times over, but he sold me to you. You're mine forever girl."

Samantha ran back to the beach, calling for the boy whom she thought loved her, but he never came. She later found he left her with child. And for trying to run away, Samantha was punished one more time, this time cruelly raped by several men who had paid to have sex with an underage girl. The rape and the trauma had caused her to miscarriage. It was too much for her to face.

"Mother . . . Mother!" Damian's voice cut through the horror of the memories, she was experiencing.

"What? Where . . . "

"You blanked out there. And your face is so pale, Mother are you all right? Should I get Tim?"

'No, I . . . I'm fine. I guess that portrait brought back some memories, memories I'd rather forget."

"I'll throw it away," Damian stated.

Samantha heard her children's voices in her mind. /Mommy's coming./ Samantha got up from the stool. "My boys are hungry."

Samantha left Damian's studio and sleeping quarters and went down to the nursery to find Tim was already there. He was feeding Caine with a bottle.

"I thought I would give you a break," Tim said.

"Caleb called me," Samantha said. "I don't think he wants a bottle this time."

"I think he wants to be close to you."

"You could be right," Samantha concurred. "Caine seems to be content in your arms."

As they fed their sons together another pair of eyes were watching them. He had a smile on his face and an almost jealous look in his eyes.

"You are lucky," Dick stated. "Babs still has two months left before her due date."

"Where is Barbara," Tim asked, as Caine noisily sucked down on the bottle he was drinking from.

"Asleep."

"I'm sorry you two didn't get to have the honeymoon you wanted to have."

"I don't mind staying home,' Dick said. "That business with Devlin's sister really left a bad taste in my mouth," Dick punned.

"When are you going to tell Barbara what happened."

"Are you kidding me, Timmy?" Dick looked at his brother as if he had grown three heads in front of him. "How do you tell your newly wedded wife you were forced to be someone's sex slave."

"You're forgetting, Sammie was someone's sex slave. If Barbara really loves you, she'd understand that it wasn't your fault, that you were forced into it."

"You're right," Dick conceded. "It's just that Bab's moods have really been on edge lately."

It's getting close to her time," Samantha pointed out. "And Haley wants to come out and play with her cousins. Jaylyn and Jaxon are teething, too."

"Is that why Jaylyn's been cranky?"

"I was rubbing Jaylyn's cheek the other day and I could feel her pain. Even though I was tempted to heal her, something stopped me. She needs to go through it so her teeth will come in properly."

"Will you listen to us," Dick scoffed. "We sound like ordinary people. I never expected this would happen."

"What do you mean?" Tim asked.

"Being married and having a kid," Dick conceded. "Oh I knew I wanted that at some point in my life. I just never expected it would be this soon."

Bruce came into the nursery at that moment. "Tim, there's someone here to see you. He's down in the cave."

"See me?" Tim questioned. "What's he doing in the cave?"

"I'm wondering how he found the water entrance in the cave. You didn't tell anyone, did you?"

"Water entrance . . . No, I didn't," Tim replied. Tim knew immediately whom it was.

"Well, he found the entrance and he's asking to see you and your wife," Bruce said with a sternness that bordered on Batman's voice.

"Tell him I'll be there as soon as possible."

Bruce gave Tim a quick terse nod of his head.

Tim also had a couple questions in his head. What was Kaldor doing here and how did he find out his secret identity?

Continues with Part 2