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Violet's life was utter chaos.
Milk dripped from the tabletop onto the kitchen floor while her mother kissed her father on the cheek. Chunks of cereal dropped from Jack-Jack's mouth onto the tray of the highchair mixing with the infant's drool. Her other brother remained quiet, too quiet for someone perpetually moving every moment of his waking hour. As such, Violet should have suspected...
A farting sound echoed through the kitchen when Violet sat down in a chair, a butter knife in one hand and a piece of toast in another. Her dark eyes which she tried hiding from the room looked right at her parents, her mortification quite evident. At first, her parents started, taking in what just occurred while more cereal dropped from Jack-Jack's mouth.
"Nice one."
Violet sucked in a breath of air, her mortification growing as her father high-fived her younger brother for pulling off a prank on his sister. Her mother's eyes narrowed slightly. "Bob."
"Oh. Sorry, Vi." Her father cleared his voice, lifting a rather large fist to his mouth indicating he was week chided. "Don't pick on your sister, Dash." Dash glared at the parental units. Bob took a deep breath deciding he would make his escape. "Well, I'd best be off. This job with Wayne Enterprises is going quite well. I don't want to ruin that by being late."
Everyone in the household knew what Bob meant – except of course Jack-Jack who began babbling at that moment. The family constantly moved because Bob couldn't keep a job, yet everyone suspected his immense strength played a role. Normal in the household meant Bob breaking something routinely.
Nobody verbalized what else they knew – neither of their parents were normal. Hiding his super strength from the kids proved impossible, what with the number of times Bob broke things other fathers found impossible to break in the same manner. Of course, once the children knew about their father, their mother didn't hide her own abilities.
"I'll take that." Their mother stretched her arm over for the whoopie cushion when Violet stood up.ma
"I'm not hungry."
"No fair!" Dash's mouth formed a pout.
"Completely fair." The cushion went into the trashcan. "Vi, would you like to take a trip to the mall with me when you get home from school?"
"No." Violet shoved her toast into the bin before heading towards the bathroom so he might change into her school uniform for Gotham Academy which hung on the back of the door.
She could hear her mother through the door. "This isn't because you don't want to be seen with me, is it?"
Violet said nothing, yet the reason – in truth – had nothing to do with a teenage girl finding her mother embarrassing for the normal reasons any teenage girl might find their mother embarrassing, let alone the additional reason any thirteen-year-old might want to avoid being around their parents – the strange parents. Violet simply didn't want anyone at school to see her.
She wished she could turn invisible.
Of course, her brother also wanted a superpower like their parents in hopes he might show off. So far, Violet hadn't seen any sign of either sibling let alone herself developing any superpowers, nor did she want them for the same reasons as Dash.
"I'm off." Violet grabbed her backpack from her mother's outstretched arm – quite literally given her mother's ability to stretch her limbs – then took the piece of toast her mother offered even though she still didn't feel like eating.
"Be safe."
Her mother, of course, meant being safe on the public transportation systems of Gotham, not to mention sticking to only the route her parents expected her to take but also remaining in the safe parts of town. In truth, Violet felt safe anywhere but school; she hated school despite having once felt quite please at securing a scholarship based on her intellect.
Only, this brought quite a bit of attention to herself, nor could she avoid standing out with dark clothing as she did at her previous schools, due to her uniform. She found herself the target of the rich girls as a scholarship case.
Shoving headphones into her ears helped her avoid looking the people around her in the eye and left her feeling for a moment invisible. A tap on her shoulder made Violet freeze. Turning her head slightly, she saw one of the other students.
"Handheld devices aren't allowed you know."
Violet swallowed, recognizing the blond-haired, blue eyes girl as Bette Kane, the girl who gave Violet a tour on her first day of school. The Kane family was one of the elite families in Gotham. Her eyes darted away. "Are you trying to pick on me like the other girls?"
"What?"
Violet felt her upper body tense up, her mind pondering whether she'd said something which might make her situation at school worse.
"Is someone picking on you?"
"No." Violet shoved her headphones into the older girl's hands before scurrying away, wishing she had her black hoodie so she might shove her hands into the pockets in order that she might avoid eye contact with those around her, but settled for hiding behind her textbooks during class.
Being invisible lasted until lunch.
Milk dripped down her nose and forehead onto her school uniform. At least, she hoped the liquid plastering her long, black hair to her face was milk. Violet stood in the cafeteria at the girls who decided to dump part of their lunch on top of her head simply because they could.
She stood there, taking in the fact everyone in the school cafeteria had their eyes on her, including the daughter of the police commissioner. Worse, a pair of robin blue eyes belonging to her crush saw her standing there in complete mortification.
Somehow, she escaped from the place, dumping her tray of food on the way out. She found herself wanting a hoodie even more. She took a deep breath, leaning against her locker, taking in the quiet until...
"Hey."
Violet's eyes snapped open, a squeak leaving her lungs upon seeing Dick Grayson – the ward of Bruce Wayne standing in front of her. She ever so much wished she might turn invisible but hurried away.
Her life was definitely utter chaos.