Emma Lee was running from her attacker, her baby in her arms. Her daughter is only a few days old, but can cry louder than thought imaginable. Her ex-husband was chasing her through the streets of Gotham with a knife in his hand. The two got divorced a few months previous of Emma finding out she was pregnant. Emma didn't know what had happened, but one day, her husband, Charlie, turned insane. Emma left him to flee towards Gotham, no trace of her he could find. He didn't want Charlie to harm her baby. She was mostly successful, until he spotted her on the news, just strolling at the park. Charlie found her the day after the girl was born. Imagine his surprise when he found out he had a daughter. Charlie, being the insane man that he is, thought it was reasonable to kill Emma for not telling him about the baby.

So here Emma is, running from her ex-husband...who has a knife in his hand...planning to kill her and probably her baby girl. The woman took a turn, but didn't know it was an alleyway that she turned down. Emma gasped as she saw the brick wall that was now blocking her path. She got her baby to stop crying a few meters back, but Charlie was still aware of her presence. Emma looked at the man she once loved, in fear. "Please don't do this, Charlie! We could live as a happy family together!" Obviously she was lying. She was a planning on somehow convincing him that they could live together happily, but would just go to the police immediately. That was the only thing she could think up. She had to keep her baby safe, even if that meant sacrificing her happiness.

"Emmy, you know I would love that.....but I'm not as stupid as you make me out to be," he said with the smile the Joker always wore. Then, he threw the knife. It landed square in the middle of her chest. She slowly looked down at her baby, she started crying again. Then, Emma fell. Luckily, her baby was wrapped up in enough blankets, and made it to the ground safely. "Goodbye, Emmy," he smiled. He picked up the tiny girl, and held her in his arms. She giggled. "Well, aren't you cute, just like your father," he said, "too bad. I have to kill you." He pulled out the knife that was in his wife's chest and showed it to the small child. She started to cry, but then started to giggle some more.

Charlie heard a voice from behind, "Stop!" It was a small boy. He looked around five, maybe six. But the thing is, he was holding a gun up to Charlie. Charlie scowled. He was about to say something, but the boy shot him right in the head. He fell to the ground, just like Emma. The little girl giggled and the boy just looked at the girl in horror. "What the-" but he was cut off by police sirens.

Not knowing what to do, he grabbed the girl and ran. He ran like his life depended on it. He made it to an old abandoned building that was all worn down. It had pipes visible from the inside and outside, shattered windows, and holes in the roof. He sighed in relief , happy that the police had not seen him. He sat the girl swaddled in blankets beside his bed made of stolen clothes and blankets. He looked at her through her bluebell eyes and said, "What am I going to do with you?" She giggled. "You made me become a murderer. You know that?" She giggled again. "Well, my name is Jason. Do you wanna strawberry? I stole a whole pack today," he said, proud of his accomplishment. She looked at him and cocked her head to the side. "How about a blueberry?" She grinned.

He got one of the smaller blueberries out of the pack and fed it slowly to her. "Wow, I'm getting good at this 'taking kid from her dad' thing, aren't I?" She just looked at him, nonverbally saying she was confused. "Well, we better go to sleep, goodnight blueberry." She giggled in response. He held her throughout the night and she didn't cry once.

2 Years Later-

Ever since Marinette had learned how to walk, Jason hasn't been able to keep up with her. Luckily, that's only when they play tag. Marinette has always obeyed Jason, and has understood what point he was trying to get across. Marinette understands that she isn't old enough to steal with her brother, but that that doesn't mean she has to like it. Until one day....

Jason came home from one of his 'errands' with another gun, along with enough nonperishable food to last a good two weeks. "Jay-jay," Marinette says as she runs into her brother's arms.

"Hey Pixie. Wanna learn how to shoot a gun? I was your age when I first learned! But be careful. Do NOT shoot me or yourself." Marinette looked at the small gun in awe. "Oh, what am I doing? Teaching a two-year-old how to shoot a gun?"

Marientte giggled, "Come on, Jay-jay. Show me~"

While Jason was rethinking his decision, he was pulled out of his thoughts by an impatient toddler. "Fiiiine....ok. Watch." Marinette watched as he pointed it at one of his Mountain Dew cans from last week, and pulled the trigger. It hit right where he wanted it to, and Marinette just looked up at her idol with sparkling eyes, pleading for her turn. "Ok, Marinette. This is not a toy. You are not allowed to aim it at me or yourself, ok?" She nodded her head. "Ok," he said as he slowly handed over his gun. She held it up, aiming for her brother's bottle of Sprite from the day before. She pulled the trigger, but it hit one of the windows. "Um, nice try. But next time, try to aim for the bottle."

She glared at him. "I did," she pouted. Jason smirked and picked her up, leaving the gun behind. Then he started tickling her. "JAY *laugh* S-STOP *laugh* PLEAAASE," she begged.

"Never, pixie," he said back, laughing at her as she squirmed.

3 Years Later- Marinette is 5

"Pixie-pop, I think it's about time you learn your way around Gotham. Come on," he said. The very excited 5-year-old just nodded and followed her brother out the door. Well, the door that anyone could walk in at any time because it is so beat down. The duo spent their day walking around Gotham together, but don't be mislead. They both had their guns on them.

The whole day flew by and it soon got dark. "Marinette?" Jason asked. Said girl snapped her head up, because she knows that something is wrong when he uses her name. Either that, or their talking about something serious. "I think your old enough-well, mature enough, to know what happened to your parents. I know I said I just found you, but that wasn't true." Marientte looked at her older brother, shock written clearly in her features. She gave him a look to tell him to go on. "So, I came across your mother, father, and you in an alley. Your mother was just killed by your father, and was about to kill you," he said. She looked down, so he continued, "I told him to stop, but he was still going to do it....so I shot him. I'm so sorry. He was just going to kill you and I didn't know what to do, so I just shot him." She kept looking down, "But do you want to know something?"

She looked at him, tears streaming down her cheeks. "Hm?"

"'You laughed when I shot him." His attempt to lighten the mood resulted in her hugging him. He seemed shocked, "I thought you would be mad at me for this."

She shook her head which was still in his shirt, "No, why would I be mad at you if you saved my life?" She asked. "I love you, Jay-jay."

He chuckled, "Love you too, Pixie-pop."

4 Years Later- Marinette is 9

Jason and Marientte were both robbing grocery stores and pick-pocketing strangers, when all of a sudden, Jason gets jerked into an alleyway. Marinette didn't even notice until she looked over and saw him gone. She found him in front of a guy, that was obviously drunk, with a gun up to Jason's head. The man looked at Marinette, but she just held up the gun to him. "Let. Him. Go," she said in a deadly calm voice, it sent shivers down both, Jason and the drunk man's, spine.

"What are you gonna do, sweetheart? Shoot me?" He chuckled.

"Yes, wouldn't be the first time," she said. But she wasn't bluffing. Many people have came over to their house to steal from them, but all of those people are either dead or cowards. Marinette and Jason had scared them off. Mostly Marinette though, she can be scary when she wants to be.

The man cackled and Jason smirked. Marinette pulled the trigger...but the man was faster. He pulled Jason in front of him, successfully blocking the bullet. The man fled the scene and Marinette was just left there feeling numb. She ran over to her brother and dropped to her knees. She cried over the only family she had ever known and didn't get back up until the police had to force her off of his body. Yep, you heard me right. The police heard the gun shot and rushed over to the two. They had to pry her off of him, but she would just punch them in the face.

When they finally got the nine-year-old off of Jason, she was brought to the police station. Jason had always told her not to trust the police because they will always find a way to make sure you end up in a cell. She didn't answer any of their questions because of that, she didn't even say anything. She only answered one out of the many questions. They asked her what relationship she had with him. She said that he was her brother, and the only family she had. Sadly, that gave them enough information to put her in the foster care system. When they mentioned that, she made a run for it. She ran past the officers everywhere, and out the door. She smiled.

Jason would be so proud of her.

No one was able to catch her, so she ran to their home. When she arrived to the old abandoned building, she went picked up a backpack Jason had managed to steal for her. It was for her eighth birthday and she loved it. She put on Jason's favorite leather jacket and packed up various things. She packed food, clothes, and other things that reminded her of Jason. Then she took one last look at where she grew up, and walked out. She very casually walked to the airport and snuck on a random plane.

Within the hour, it took off, and she was in the air.

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Hey guys! So did you like the prologue? I hope so. I thought this book would be a good idea, so, yeah. BYE