Persephone Carter-Sousa stood between her Uncle Clark and Uncle Barry. While neither were biologically related to the teen, both were close friends to her mother. Her aunts, cousins, and other family members surrounded the trio on one side of the obsidian barrier. Across the family were other people who knew Amelia, such as employees at Carter Industries. Or old friends from Gotham Prep, Harvard, or childhood friends. Various members of the Justice League stood opposite of the family, such as Green Lantern, Hawkman, Hawkgirl, Wonder Woman, Vixen, Zatana, even Constatine. Her mother had some amazing friends hero or not.
A single tear ran down her cheek as she stared at the large coffin in front of her. Her mother pale and still form inside the soft cream silk interior, hidden from the world. Peonies and lilies covered the top of the casket. It loomed largely in front of the teen. Silently taunting her of death’s hold upon life. As death had taken her mother, suddenly and quickly.
Blankly, the sixteen year old female stared in front of her. On the opposite side of her mother’s casket stood her father. A man, she had met only a handful of times in her life. Bruce Wayne was not someone she could say she got along with. He frightened her, fear still lingered in her bones from their first introduction of one another. That fear grew even more, when her mother revealed to her just who the billionaire was in relation to her. With her mother gone, there was nothing that could keep her out of his grasp.
The court battles over Persephone, while the public was unaware of the them, said teen was very much aware.
Briefly, she locked gazes with her father. The same cold ice blue eyes, the only thing that she had inherited from Gotham’s Dark Knight.
Easily, she could see the sorrow in the icy depths.
Anger filled her, he didn’t deserve to feel sad. Bruce Wayne had done nothing but hurt her mother, time and time again. Never once did he care for her mother, never in the sixteen years that she had been alive or the eight years he had been married to her.
A hand fell on Seph’s shoulder, spooked she looked away from her father to meet her Uncle Clark’s gaze. His sea blue eyes filled with tears. “It’s time, Seph,” he gently told her.
Slowly and hesitantly, she stepped forward and laid the white rose on the black coffin. She pressed a kiss to the cold metal, that entombed her mother.
“Mom,” she softly whispered, unwilling to say goodbye to her mom.
Once she stepped back, to join her family, others stepped forward to say their own goodbyes. She sniffed and wiped away. Safely tucked into Superman and the Flash’s sides, sobs began to fall from her lips.
Heart wrenching painful sobs ripped themselves from her chest, she could barely breathe. But several arms wrapped themselves around her and held her upright.
“Oh, Seph,” the voice of Kara Danvers softly and sadly said.
Unwilling to watch anyone else say goodbye, she hid herself in Clark’s arms. A habit she had developed early on in life. Her Kryptonian relatives always gave the best hugs aside from her mom, Uncle Barry, and Aunt Cait.
Pain filled her as she realized that she would never get another hug from her mom. Whimpers escaped her lips as she tried to feel warmth of some kind. Cold filled her and embraced her much like death had held her mother.