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"Music gives a soul to the universe, wings to the mind, flight to the imagination, and life to everything."
― Plato.
"Aika!" My father shook me, brown eyes filled with worry.
"What?" I groaned, rolling over.
"You spent the night on the roof, what were you thinking?" He yelled at me.
"I dunno," I mumbled, the haze of sleep addling my brain.
"Thank God you're alright," Dad pulled me into a hug, his emotions doing a complete 180°.
"It's ok Dad, it's ok," I returned his hug, as he started to hum in my ear.
I felt like the little girl I used to be. I felt like the little girl with her auburn hair in braids and innocently bright brown eyes, running to her parents before she learnt about the world. About the evil it contained. She only knew the good, and she was happy.
But, when this girl was 8, she watched her mother die of some unknown illness. When this girl was 10, she watched a man calling himself the Music Meister take over the world, to whose powers she was strangely immune.
Now, Aika Harmony Dewhurst, was 13 and knew about the world.
However much she didn't want to.
"I know honey. But, I'm heading out today, alright?" The only ever time he had asked me if I was ok with him going out, was the day before the Meisters first appearance. I ignored this fact, and nodded. I'd keep my eye on the news.
"Remember, if anyone comes into the house-" he started.
"Hit them with a baseball bat," I intoned, having this drummed into my head since my mother's death.
He shook his head, "keep on singing higher."
I gulped, but nodded. Was it true? Had I really inherited my father's powers?
Dad stood and stretched, smiling at me as he wandered back downstairs to our small 2 bedroom apartment.
I stared out at the cold morning, the sounds of the city waking up reaching my ears. I smiled, before following my father downstairs.
I slumped in front of the news, a debate about Batman being a help or a menace.
"Before he was here the crime levels were so much higher!" One audience member argued.
"Before he was here there was no Joker, Poison Ivy, Two Face, any Gotham supervillain for that matter!" Another replied.
I didn't actually have a problem with Batman, but I didn't exactly like him either. He tried to put my father in jail!
Speak of the devil.
"News has it that Batman is downtown right now trying to stop the-" the news reporter cut herself off, and started singing as music came over the speakers.
"The Music Meister, sings the song that the world wants to hear," she sang, and I froze.
He didn't.
But he did.
"No no no no no no," I mumbled to myself, running into Dads room. I opened his bedside table. Score!
I pulled out the pair of music note glasses, and a spare folded up laser conductor.
Now for my outfit, before Batman could take my father to Arkham.
I ran to my room, pulling out a purple skirt and slipping on black spandex sport shorts underneath. I grabbed a white blouse and a silver, quartet note necklace my mother had gotten me when I was born.
I pulled on white knee high socks, and slipped on purple flats, before pushing the glasses onto my face and pulling my hair up into a high ponytail.
Running out my front door, I dodged multiple singing and dancing civilians, and ran for downtown Gotham.
It was crazy. Police were robbing banks, prisoners were helping others, the Joker was being serious. Yeah, it was that bad.
"Dad!" I ran through the crowd looking for my father. "Dad!"
I ran into the square, where my father was battling it out with the Dynamic Duo and their earplugs.
"Dad," my voice held a threatening tone as I walked up to them.
"You know my opinion on taking over the world. I don't my like it, remember?" I put my hands in my hips, as Batman and Robin gave me confused looks.
"You're his daughter?" Robin asked.
"No, I'm his cat," I gave the Bird a withering look.
"Do you have a name I can call you other than your normal one?" Meister asked me.
"Muse," I smiled, "now come home before you're sent to Arkham."
"I'm sorry, Muse. I'm doing this in your mother's name," he sighed, before starting to sing again.
I bit my lip. It probably wouldn't work for very long, but if my powers went against his I could distract him long enough for Batman and Robin to do some something.
I ran over to the Bird, who couldn't have been much older than I.
"Robin," I hissed, "I'll distract him, you two do something," I ran before he could object. Something about, civilians?
I sprinted around dancers and other objects that seemed t have no place, before crashing into a blond in a black leotard.
"Black Canary?" I asked, shocked.
"Who are you? Are you with the Music Meister?" She seemed suspicious of me.
"I'm his daughter, Muse," I brushed her off, "you have to help me stop him. If he gets thrown in Arkham, I'll have nowhere to go," I pleaded. She looked at me, scanning what she could see of my face for a lie.
"What do you need me to do?"
"Help Batman and Robin, and don't take your earplugs out," I ordered, before running to the back of my father's makeshift stage. Using the wires on the back of the speakers to pull me up, I scrambled to the front of the screen displaying the stage.
The music made my head hurt, the thudding sound of it sending vibrations through the entire structure.
I wobbled over to the middle, and opened my mouth, creating a song on the spot.
My name is Muse,
Forget my father's commands,
Don't be confused,
You were all under his spell.
I was never good at improvising.
You are now free,
Go back to your lives,
Believe me,
Not my father's lies.
The Music Meister upped the volume and intensity of his song, but my powers started fighting his for dominance. A few people beat my father's power, and stood around, confused. And most likely with massive headaches. But it was only that, a few.
"Why are you doing this?" Dad shouted up at me. I avoided his eye contact, but kept singing.
A tear trickled down the side of my face. I was betraying my father, even if I knew it was the right thing to do.
I remembered when I was 8, sitting on my father's knee as I cried for my mother, who at that moment was dying in the hospital bed beside us.
I remembered when my father came back after the Music Meisters debut covered in bruises, but alright. I ran to him and hugged him, and he told me he was alright.
I remembered when I was 12, and he came home singing the a song about a Death Trap.
And here I was, at 13, standing up for what I believe in and going against the father I never truly knew.
My vision blurred, but I kept singing, slowly getting tired and losing my breath. I suddenly heard my father's voice cut off, and my voice filtered out as well.
"Muse?" I heard Black Canary call up to me, "are you alright?"
"I'm good," I whispered, before my knees gave way and dragged me off the edge of the platform.