One Star filled night
The year 2040 they sit around the camp fires and gather warmth and they look up at the stars and wonder where the heroes went.
To many times Gothem has let the crime lords run loose and they were loose this night.
The city of Gothem was under attack crime was on the rampage and low and behold anything that would get in the way of the engine of destruction that tore and gouged the people every single moment since most of the heroes went away or died.
Wayne manner was dark and deserted all but a single soul whom prowled the grounds waited.
Who was this dark figure whom showed up after the last meteor shower.
Who was she that swept away the crime and opened doors one by one by one in the age old house.
The clown held the container in his hand letting the glowing ooze be seen by his many followers.
“what we have here “he screamed at the gang “we have a house that housed one of the most richest problems in Gothem and to nite we burn it down”
They spread out and waited for the signal and all lit the glowing fuzes and tossed them at the manor.
She screamed from the shadows as the fire refused to go anyway toward the house it rushed to embrace her it burned away her clothing it left her standing before the crazed group red flame erupting from her pours her eyes and she screamed who am I....she was not heard the clown group had run off.
They had left her to herself and alone burning bright like a star before the stone that lit up in the dark and seemed to bring some sense to all life.
Bruce Wayne
RIP
died 2005
Small drops of flames made it to the ground catching the grass on fire where they landed.
She wanted to be consumed by the fire but she knew some how that it never would touch her she simply fell to her knees and cried as she had done for the last year she was here.
What must I do she thought and her mind raced with images and they flooded over her and she could hear somebody talking.
You can do this Martha you can do it.
She was Martha she smiled and let the flames die down and dim but not go out.
She was Martha Kent and her mom was Diana Princes and they sent her to find help and get them free.
Tell nobody but Bruce Wayne they said trust nobody they told her.
She looked at the stone and she held out the container.
They knew you would be dead she whispered knew you would be dead and they said you were the only one whom could help.
She opened the container but she seen nothing come out , she was not like her father she did not posses no special vision she simply was a new breed of god ling and Kryptonian. She had her gifts and her red fire could do wonders from fire bombs to a sun tan she simply was unstoppable when she was on a roll.
Nothing happened , Martha dropped the container and cried her dark black outfit fit tight to her form she let the nanites move about shifting from one place to the next covering her.
She flew to the front doors of the manor and fazed through them going up to her room.
A year in this place big empty rooms , haunting and lonely she thought.
Where was those that would call themselves Batman after Bruce had gone? What of his legacy and would it ever matter the city was never going to try to save themselves and no one soul could do it alone.
She let the armor flow to its place by the bed as her bare form headed for the large bath.
Hot water would bring her back to life , she wished she had the robot servants from the dead world she and her family was …she stopped her chain of thought they were still trapped. Water running arms outstretches and yawn and then sinking into the hot water to forget for a moment that all the chaos she had went through.
You will forget most of your troubles they told her for no soul could endure so much and carry it out of the hell they were in.
She indeed forgot , she forgot to much and when she remembered the fighting , the training the constant fight for life.
She was drained and she fell to sleep in the warmth of the huge bath.
Images of clowns in her head , images of demons pounding on the door images of mad women and men coming to get her and hunting her in her sleep.
Martha screamed the bath water turned to steam and for one brief moment she was back on that barren world a prisoner left to die and the dread sunk in the dark over came her making her fire go out and she fell but he caught her.
Somebody caught her and they held her and they soothed her soul and for one instant she felt safe and she whispered to her father before passing out and the night took her away.
Father she whispered...
No said Bruce...
I am not your father.
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