Unwanted Grief (DC-AmyVerse)

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.

-fin

DC Amy-Verse

"Clark, Kara," Amy softly called out. She knew her two favorite Kryptonians would be able to hear her from the Cortex.

Within a few seconds, both Clark and Kara arrived along with Barry. Amy raised a silent eyebrow in the speedster's direction but didn't utter a word.

"What is it, Amy?" Clark asked as he looked at Amy with a concerned look on his face.

"This data from Batman and Arrow's sample. It looks off," she explained as she moved over to allow Barry and the two Kryptonians room to read the information on the screen.

The mother of one gently ran her fingers through Charlotte's dark locks. The little girl looked up and met her mother's dark eyes. Confusion on her face as she glanced at her aunt and uncles. Amy pressed a kiss into Charlie's hair. The little girl climbed into her mom's lap and continued to color her picture.

"Huh," Barry said as he looked at Amy. "These readings are off, but not in the usual way."

"How so?" Amy asked as she looked at the CSI with a frown on her face.

"The DNA from the arrow head and batarang. The blood sample, I can't get a positive match in the system. But I may be able to break down the samples to find possible paternity or maternity matches," Barry admitted as he met Amy's gaze with a concerned look upon his face.

"The samples look familiar. I'll run the breakdown sequence and see what we get," Barry added as he left the Cortex.

Amelia rolled her eyes as she realized Barry was probably in the lab to set up the changes.

"Uncle Barry is funny, mommy," Charlie commented from Amy's lap.

The dark haired female shook her head at her daughter's words about her uncle. Clark and Kara both laughed at Charlotte's obvious remark.

"You're not wrong, Lotte. Barry is funny," Kara agreed with a grin.

"Hey!" Barry cried out from the entryway of the Cortex.

Charlotte jumped off her mom's lap and wrapped her her arms around Barry's lets. "I still love you, Uncle Barry," she told him as she looked with wide innocent eyes. Eyes that shined brightly in the room lights.

Before Barry could respond, a voice interrupted the moment. "Barry, did the results give us anything?"

Charlotte gasped, her grip on her uncle's legs tightened as she attempted to hide herself from the man who stared at her funny. The others who joined him gave the four year old, the same odd looks. She turned away to avoid being seen.

"Nothing conclusive, at the moment, Bruce," Amy answered to keep her ex-husband's attention away from her daughter.

A frown and glare were sent in Amelia's direction from Gotham's Most Eligible Bachelor, but Amy chose to ignore his actions. Instead she smiled at the sight of Dick Grayson, who stood just behind Bruce. She remembered when she and Bruce had decided to foster the acrobat.

"Hello, Dick," Amy greeted him with a warm smile on her lips.

"Melia," he replied as he stepped around his adopted father. The first Robin moved forward and pulled Amy into a hug. Neither said a word, as they pulled apart. The dark haired male jerked his head in the direction of where Charlotte hid herself.

With pursed lips, Amy gave him a hesitant nod. Her eyes strayed to Bruce with a soft glare in her eyes, before she looked back at Dick. He sent her a soft smile before he made his way closer to Barry and Charlotte.

"You are a cutie," Dick complimented the little girl. "My name is Dick Grayson, what's your name?" he asked as he knelt down in front of the little girl.

Her bright blue eyes curiously met his, her head tilted to the side as she peeked at Dick from behind her uncle. Charlie flicked her eyes over to her mom's to see the warmth and reassurance that made her feel at ease.

"Charlotte Caitlin Kara Carter-Sousa," she proudly answered with sparkling eyes filled with delight.

"Caitlin Kara?" Dick wondered as he heard her middle names.

With a nod of her head, the little girl answered, "After my Auntie Cait and Auntie Kara." Her blue eyes flicked over to meet the eyes that belonged to her Kryptonian aunt. "Momma couldn't choose and figured she'd give me two middle names, just like her."

-TBC

PRIDE

The clock tower in the center of town looms high, lights from the base shine up sides of the bricks. A rainbow is painted in lights up and down the walls. Strength is found in those who stop or just glance at the building.

At the base of the tower, a pair sit on the steps in the twilight sky of pale lavender.

"This is it," the younger of the two says softly. "This is the symbol of me and what I've done this year."

A smile that is fond and sad, crosses the older sister's face. "You're more than just a rainbow," she replies. "But you're my favorite one, if you have to be."

Laughter bubbles up and falls from their lips. "Good to know. But are you?" the short haired woman trails off in her question to her sister, who is more petite.

Long dark, slightly purple tinted hair flails. "Not yet, but you are strong for sharing what you did."

A silence falls between the sisters as they watch the sky darken. The rainbow in the sky against the old worn bricks shines brightly in the sky and upon the sisters. 

-fin

Dedicated to my little sister, who just this year came out to the world as being bisexual. I don't care what she is, to me she will always be my little sister. It doesn't matter who you love, love is love and it doesn't judge.