Third Person's POV

Gotham City: 5:20am EDT.

Early in the morning on his eight birthday, Trivia Vanille a brunette boy with two different colored eyes chased a wild pink haired boy through the still dark rooms of the mansion. The quiet time belonged to them.

The best friends played Tiptoe Tag at night after Mama and Papa went to them; one of them who was it, hat to catch the other boy both of them moving as silently as they could not making noise wasn't just part of the game it was essential because if anyone heard them, they would have to stop playing.

There were other rules which they made up as they went along. Trivia caught a flash of bright hair heading into the family room. He wasn't allowed to go in there. But those were his parents' rules and Neopolitan, Trivia's pink haired friend never cared about those. Trivia darted inside with a sense of dread, just as Neo in a frilly princess-like-dress suit as pink as his hair hopped lightly onto the antique coffee table.

Neo raised a white-gloved hand to halt Trivia. Then he leaned over and poked his index finger at the floor. As soon as he touched it, he yanked his hand back shaking it and blowing his finger dramatically.

Trivia gasped and jumped backward to the doorway. They were adding a new rule to the game; his eyebrows rose 'The floor is lava?' question trivia in his thought.

Neo nodded as if he could hear Trivia thoughts and stepped back onto the cream-colored couch. He bounced up and down the cushion the way he wasn't supposed to, a taunting smile on his face.

Trivia backed up several feet into the hall so he could get a running start. He took a deep breath before he dashed and sprang from the threshold to the embroidered rug. It slipped beneath him on the smooth floor, and he almost tumble into the lake of molten rock, but he caught his balance at the last moment, arms windmilling comically. It was only safe to stand on thing that covered the floor without touching it yourself.

The boys moved around the room in an acrobatic dance they remained the same distance apart, like mirrors images of each other. Neopolitan bounced gracefully from sofa to table to piano bench. Trivia followed more slowly, more cautiously and less steadily.

Neo crouched on the edge of a console table to allow Trivia to catch up. But when Trivia reached from the arm of a wingback chair to tag him, Neo backflipped out of his grasp so he misses the boy's ankle and slapped something solid instead. The vase tipped and rolled. Trivia lunged, but his fingers only brushed against the vase as it went over the edge of the table and plummeted into the darkness.

The floor was not lava. It was hard, made from the oldest redwood trees far away from Gotham. The vase shattered. The sound of tiny glass shards scattering around the room reminded him of rain linking against the roof.

The silence, too, had been broken.

Neopolitan, balancing with one foot on a end table, covered his mouth with both hand s in shock, his mismatched pink and brown eyes wide.

Trivia froze, maybe his parents hadn't heard that. He hoped that they hadn't, but the footsteps overhead and then on the stairs, the light filling the house, told him it was just a foolish hope.

Neopolitan twirled around and retreated into the shadows behind a small mountain of wrapped and ribboned boxes of all shape and sizes: birthday gifts. Trivia scrambled to find a hiding place of his own. he slipped his small body under the sofa just as the light came on.

Heavy steps his father slippered feet stomped into view.

Papa sighed "He broke the Akaibara vase"

"Trivia? Trivia, where are you" he heard his Mama calling out.

Trivia folded himself under the sofa eyeing the door. When he pressed a hand against the hardwood floor, he felt a sharp pain. He gasped, a silver of glass glinted in his palm. How had one of the fragments ended up here, clear on the other side of the room?

"Sweetheart. It's okay. We aren't mad" his mother went on.

"Get out here right now, young man" His father's tone of voice hinted at his barely controlled anger. His feet moved out of view.

"Trivia, please..." The mother's voice trembled. "Jimmy I'll check the other rooms"

It was his mother's concern that convinced Trivia to come out. He stuck a hand from under the sofa, but before he could emerge, firm hands gripped his ankles and yanked him backwards. His hands squeaked along the floor as he tried to hold on his palm left a thin streak of blood in the varnish.

His father dangled him upside down from his ankles. The brown tulle of his dress shirt gathered around his shoulder. He stared up at his father.

He looked calm, wearing the same poker face that served him so well as city manager for the Gotham City Council. But there was rage behind hos shadowed eyes. Trivia closed his eyes and covered his face with his hands.

"Why aren't you in bed?" He shook him up and down, punctuating each word.

"Jimmy, that's enough" Trivia's mom said.

Jimmy dumped Trivia onto the sofa he'd just been sheltering beneath and he set up smoothing his shirt out anxiously.

Mama knelt beside her son putting a hand over his "What happened?" she asks.

Trivia shook his head.

"If you're going to speak up for yourself now is the time" Jimmy said "Say something, anything, and we'll forget any of this happened."

Trivia opened his mouth. He wanted to tell him, but the words didn't come. All he could manage was horrible rasping sound, like he was gasping for breath. His throat tightened. His eyes burned with tears. He clamped his mouth shut and shook his head.

Jimmy tossed up his hands. "What are we going to do with him?" he questions his wife.

Mama stood and retrieved Trivia's communication board from the coffee table. He handed it to her son "What were you doing down here? How did the vase break?" she asks.

Trivia glanced at the empty spot behind the pile of presents which made Mama follow her son's gaze.

"You came to sneak a look at your birthday gifts?" Mama asked.

Trivia shook his head and slapped the communication beard in frustration. With shaking fingers, he moved three letters around on the board. He held it up to show his mother.

"N-E-O" Mama read "So your 'friend' broke the vase" the weariness in her voice had nothing to do with the late hour.

"Don't encourage him, Carmel" Papa said. "It was all in his head. Something he makes up to avoid responsibility."

"He just has an overactive imagination" Mama responds.

"It isn't normal" Jimmy states.

"Don't use that word" Carmel whispers harshly scolding her husband "Dr. Mazarin says we have to give him space."

"He has plenty of space. This is what we get for it" Jimmy gestured at the broken glass on the floor. "That was an expensive accident" he points out.

"It's only money" Carmel's voice had a cutting edge to it.

"All the thing I have to do for that money. For my family" He shook his head and looked upward "Clean this up." His order didn't seem to be directed to anyone in particular. He left the room.

Mama sat next to Trivia on the sofa and put an arm around him. Trivia snuggled in. His fluttering heartbeat slowed, and he soon started to get sleepy.

"Talk to me" Mama said softly "please"

Trivia's eyes snapped opened. He stiffened in his mother's embrace.

"You know Trivia, a friend who does something back and then leaves you to take the blame isn't a good friend isn't a good friend, is he?" Carmel brushed Trivia's hair away from his face. Trivia looked into his mother's big brown eyes and was disappointed when his mother flinched and looked away.

Trivia edge to the side of the couch and crossed his arms. His mother's expressions hardened. She stood abruptly "Fine. Clean this mess and go to your room. Go to sleep."

Carmel walked away. She paused in the doorway and stared at the spot where Neopolitan had been. "Be careful of the sharp pieces. I don't want you to get hurt" She left Trivia in the room. Alone. Again.

Trivia picked at the sliver of glass protruding from his palm. The bright red spots on his finger and thumb blurred from the tears in his eyes. When he had the shard out, he wiped his bloody hand on the cream-colored couch. He picked up the communication board from the floor. The E he had tumbled off, transforming "Neo" into "No."

Trivia heard glass crunching. Neopolitan was stomping on the remnants of the vase, his hands balled into fists. Trivia waved for him to stop. Neo put his hands on his hips and glared at him.

Trivia knew it was wrong, but he felt angry too.  And that had looked like such fun. He hesitantly stretched out a foot and placed his shoe over a chunk of glass. Neo clapped.

Trivia slowly pressed down. The glass splintered satisfyingly under the heel of his shoe. He kept pushing and turning his heel, grinding the glass into dust. Neo sauntered out of the room. hands clasped behind his back.

Trivia looked down at the mess he'd made, which Jimmy had told him to clean up. He shrugged and followed Neopolitan again, back to his room. Someone else would pick up the broken pieces later. Trivia then looked at his hand and before he could go to his room, he decided to go to his family's personal nurse to help him treat his wounded hand.

-time skip four years later-

Despite living in Gotham his whole life, all twelve years of it, Trivia had never seen the commercial district at night before. He had only been there shopping for clothes, books, toys with his mother whenever his father sent them out so he could 'take care of business in peace' at home. Whatever that mean. And he has never, ever allowed out alone. "For your own safety" they said.

The city in the evening was like a different world, as magical as one of his favorite fairy tales. He'd had no idea so many businesses were open this late; all their light almost made it as bright as day. He only caught glimpses of the full moon between the towering building. And there were so many people strolling and shopping; couples holding hands while walking; groups of kids just hanging out, taking pictures of each other with their phones and uploading them and not doing anything in particular.

 It was so beautiful, it almost hurt.

'I love this' Trivia thought.

Neopolitan nudged him with an elbow and raised his eyebrows a combination of 'I told you so' and 'You haven't seen anything yet.'

Trivia had been worried about sneaking out during his parents' big party, Jimmy was celebrating a major new business contract he had closed, and Trivia wasn't invited. They had ordered him to stay in his room where he found a box of new video games to distract him, they insisted he would be dreadfully bored being around all those stuffy adults, but he knew the truth.

 They were ashamed of him. Because he couldn't speak. Because of his mismatched eyes. On rare occasions that he did go out with them, they made him wear a brown contact lens over his pink eye.

Trivia was good at staying low and staying quiet, and he had planned on doing as he was told, hiding in his room, out of sight. Out of mind. But the music and the laughter and the aroma of delicious food had gotten to him. then Neo had a brilliant, terrible idea: They wanted Trivia to stay out the way, so why not leave the house?

"Even his bedroom had grown too confining, and he couldn't run around the house playing with Neo, but there was a whole wide city out there to explore. He would be back before the party was over, Neo assured him.

So Trivia put on his 'adventuring outfit' a white tank top, a brown blazer and pants, and his favorite white sneakers with pink hearts. Simply leaving his room felt like a transgression and he almost stopped there, but Neo shoved him into the hall. The loud conversation of the party guest nearly downed the expensive live band. Such a waste.

Each step through the house towards the back door emboldened him. Neo pushing him on and on until he was outside. He was frightened but exhilarated, like he was coming alive for the first time.

Everything was new, exciting, scary experience; riding the bus across town, sitting on a fountain in the square and watching people go by. Trivia had no particular destination and no goal other than to see as much as he could, making up for lost time and because he didn't know when he would get another chance at freedom.

Of all the wondrous things in Gotham, including the arcades, bookshops, and movie theater, Trivia's absolute favorite thing was the food carts. They sell food right there on the street as if every day was a special holiday. And you could get anything you wanted: popcorn, cakes, burgers, milkshakes, you name it. Trivia wanted it all but he settled on a chocolate-and-vanilla shake to start.

Neo looked on jealousy while Trivia took his first sip, Heavenly the perfect balance of flavor and just the right consistency.

"What's wrong with your eye?" Trivia hums in question before looking at a girl with green streaks in her short spiky hair. 

She was flanked by two other girls, who had similar hair and outfits: short-sleeved black jackets, pale blue top, tight miniskirts with silver chain belts, chunky boots. Was this a gang?

The girls were only a few years older than Trivia, maybe fifteen or sixteen, and he envied them for being out of their own and for dressing and styling their hair however they wanted.

"And what is she wearing?" another girl said in a singsong voice. "Look at those shoes!" she adds.

Trivia's face grew warm.

"She's just a little kid" the third girl said softly.

"Nobody asked you Heather!" the girl rolled her eyes.

Trivia lowered his head and turned to go, but the first girl stepped in his way "Hey, where you going? We just want to talk."

Trivia touches his throat and shook his head.

"You don't want to talk to us?" the other girls giggled. The first girl held her hand up and they stopped. "I get it. You aren't supposed to talk to strangers, Well, I'm Cookie. This is Mags and-" She sighed "Heather. You can hang out with us if you buy us shakes too" 

"Back off, Cookie; don't cause trouble the poor kid" the girls turn back and see a black hair girl wearing a baseball cap oversized long sleeved shirt along with gray-ish white shorts and black shoes.

"Jade this is not even your business, get lost!" Cookie yelled at the new girl which unaware of the three girls Trivia took this chance and get away from the girls.

but when they turn back to Trivia only to see Neo standing there glaring at the trio.

"Now what do you want?" Cookie asked "Don't tell me you're friends with her."

This make Trivia look surprise 'They could see Neo?' he questions in his thoughts.

His parents had been catching glimpses of Neopolitan lately when Trivia was upset, which was pore often these days, but he could make as solid as the smaller, inanimate illusions he pranked them with around the house. Creating another person was much more difficult than a vase of dried-up roses, a broken step, or a bloodstain on the sofa. So his friend only lived in his head until now. It seemed that everyone could see him. Of course seeing was one thing, but touching...

Neopolitan smiled and punched Cookie in the face. Neo's hand shattered like glass, the impact rippling through his arm and breaking apart the rest of his body until the shards faded along with the illusory cracks in the ground.

But it wasn't all an illusion. Cookie's hand was over her nose, blood gushing from between the fingers.

"Trivia was almost as shocked as the girls were. He hadn't created anything with his powers as big as that crack before or two separate illusions at the same time.

"Woah." Heather said.

"Freak!" Mags shrieked.

Jade smirked at this "that's what you get for messing with someone younger than you" she stated.

Cookie moaned and blubbered. The front of her pretty blue shirt was ruined splattered with blood.

Trivia suddenly noticed the small crowd gathered around them. Some people were holding up their phone taking pictures. He backed up slowly, people parting to make way for him.

A siren blared and red and blue light flashed. A black and white police car rolled up to the curb. A cop stepped out "What's going on here?" he asked.

Trivia spun on his heels and ran.

"Hey" The cop said. "Hey! Stop!"

'Oh no, oh no, oh no. I'm in big trouble!' Trivia panics as he ran as fast as he could. the Police siren blaring behind him. The flashing light following him, casting his long shadow ahead of him.

"Stop!" A voice blared on the car's speaker.

Trivia abruptly changed direction and darted down to another street, only to bumped into a tall figure.

Trivia looked up and stares at a tall pale-skinned woman with blonde hair tied up in high twin tails having blue and pink ombre; she sports in a black and red vest underneath a black and red jacket with matching leather pants and mismatching black and red combat boots.

"Easy there!" she said before helping Trivia up. and then groans when he hears the siren "Follow me" she said opening the door behind her. Trivia seemed a little hesitant, but he had no choice but to enter the building with the woman as she watched the police car driving past them "What trouble you caused?" she questioned sounding impressed.

Trivia puts his hand on his throat and shakes his head.

The woman seemed to have realized his situation "oh you're muted?" she asked Trivia nods.

The woman nods "I see, I'll be right back" she said before walking out leaving Trivia for a moment before walking back with a notepad and a pen "Here you can try to write down about what brought you to the situation that led you here" she suggested.

Trivia nods thankfully to the woman who shook her head waving the boy off.

"No need to thank me, I'm just trying to help, kind of still new to this" she said making Trivia look at her confused "Story for another time" she explained.

Trivia with the notepad he wrote down everything that he did today and basically tell her everything from years ago on his eight birthday which to the woman's surprise could know what the boy had to go through the parents' negligence at such young age "Wow...you don't deserve to go through such things, how old are you now?"

"Twelve" Trivia wrote.

"Twelve years old!?" The woman asked with disbelief "I'm so sorry to hear that" she apologized

"Me too" Trivia respond. 

"Such boy do not deserve this" she stated "you should be proud of your Heterochromia" she then said making the boy look shocked.

"Your Heterochromia is what makes you, you, is a part of you that you should be proud off. If your parents or anyone else have a problem that's a their problem, not yours." She added "also I haven't introduced myself, I'm Harleen but my friends calls me Harley after my alias, Harley Quinn!" She introduced herself.

Trivia then decided to write down and hand the note pad to the what seemed like former villain now antiherorine.

"Trivia Vanille?" She read out loud in question.

"Do you have any nickname that I can call you?" Harley asked.

Trivia thought for a moment before writting down on the notepad and gives it to Harley.

"Neopolitan?" Harley repeated what he wrote making the boy nof at her "...I like that, I'll call you Neo for short"

Then the shocking canonical event happened as the two of them look at the tv showing a familiar burn down house with a man with green hair that he is seemed to be resembled to a clown due to the white makeup.

The man drives off laughing. Trivia doesn't know why but somehow he feels glad that what's happening to his parents was the cause of their negligence.

"That was my house" Trivia said.

"And was one of my ex's victims...say want to crash here?"

Trivia looks and sees Neo nodding at him which The boy wrote on the note pad "I hope it doesn't bother you" he wrote while smiling while remembering what Harley said earlier and put a lot of thought in her words.

-time skip-

Washington DC: July 4th: 16:00 DPT.

Three years later and a lot changed since the death of his parents, not only that his illusion grows stronger but also himself as he let his hair grow and now has his hair restyle in half pink half brown.

Not only Trivia has grown into a fine young man despite his feminine-like appearance. Trivia wa squick on his feet when Harley took him under her wing and taught him everything he knew from acrobatics hand to hand combat and weaponry. Harley introduced him to Dinah Lance aka Black Canary, Tribia was intimidated by her at first glance, but he warms up to Dinah shortly as they bonded through training, yes she's aware of Trivia's disability to speak.

How Trivia changed his hair? Well ever since Harley told him that he should be proud of the little parts of him that made him unique in comparison with the other People as Dinah gladly took the role of Legal Guardian, but Harley agrees to be one of his mentors and be Canary's sidekick and they both taught him all sorts of Martial Arts.

As for right now Dinah driving her motorcycle with Neo sitting behind the blonde woman as they've arrived to the Hall of Justice.

"You're excited for the day, Neo?" Dinah asks

Trivia now re-called Neo thought for a moment and looks at the Hall of justice with hesitation and pulls out his cellphone that he got on one of his birthdays and types something "I'm mostly nervous; I know you said that I won't be there alone, but that's the problem, I don't know them, never met them for as long as I know" he texted Dinah.

"Can't blame you, I would've reacted the same if we swap roles" Dinah admits "But I know you got this" she tell Neo before hearing a beeping sound before Canary types on her ear "Canary...Now!?..." she sighs "Alright, I'll be there in ten" she ends her call from her comm "I'm sorry, Neo, I have to drop you off" she apologized

Neo gets off Dinah's motorcycle while typing his phone "Last minute duty call?" Neo texted looking at Dinah as if he was expecting something like this will happened

The Blonde nods "Yeah, they need me near Central City which I thought Oliver already dealt with, but I guess it was one crime scene after another" She said before tossing a black bag that has something long to Neo who caught the bag "I was sure this will come in handy with your unique fighting style" she said before putting her helmet on and drives off.

Neo looks confused and opens the bag, and his mismatched eyes widen with shock and then his shocked expression changed into thrilled. It was a parasol, but not just any parasol, a parasol with a concealed blade. The Parasol is elaborately decorated in lace fabric of multiple colors; these being mostly pink and white in the middle as well as red and brown at the edges. It is translucent enough to make out the shape and color of the wielder as he stands behind it. The shaft serves at the sheath for a long cylindrical blade, which can be drawn out by the Parasol's curved handle. The end of that Parasol has a hole through which this blade can come out.

Neo opens his Parasol and twirls it around and makes a pirouette and then pulls out the blade much to his amazement and draws the blade back in the Parasol.

'Hush... I'll name you Hush' Trivia said in his thought before looking back at the hall of justice 'Today's the day!'

That's how the story of Neopolitan begins.