I deleted chapter 3 bc Im gonna actually write out how Freddy and Jason become friends instead of condensing it.

Staring into the brown eyes of the social worker crouched down in front of her, Freddy glanced down at the pale hand wrapped around her smaller brown one and she resisted the urge to start sparking so he'd let her go.

Clenching her teeth in anger even as she realized that it wasn't this man's fault any of this was happening - he just wanted to help her after all - Freddy smothered the need to zap the only innocent person in this situation and instead turned her acidic gaze towards the piece of shit standing near the door.

Her "new" father this time around was giving her up for adoption, literally two - fucking two - weeks after the death of her "new" mother. But as if the situation wasn't already sick enough, he elected to keep the baby that was born after her.

Probably because her little sister was normal as they came.

Until her freaky Metahuman ass.

Bitterly she wondered if he would have wanted Freddy too if she had inherited more than just her red hair from him. Perhaps if she had been born with his pale skin instead of the deep smooth brown of his late wife, he wouldn't be so keen on getting rid of her.

But instead she looked just like her mother - and her sister didn't.

Quickly she snatched her hands away from the man in front of her and stuffed them under her legs, channeling the electricity in her limbs into her own body almost like a circuit. And with a sigh of relief, she let herself relax - minutely.

"Sorry," She muttered as she dropped her gaze to the floor. "I just don't like being touched."

Silently the man - who was named Mr. Fitz - nodded and moved to go talk to her father and Freddy wished that asshole would just leave already. He already did what he came here to do so why fucking linger unless he was trying to rub it in? She didn't want anything to do with him or her sister and she knew the sentiment was at least returned by half of the equation. Freddy knew he only wanted another child to replace her because, in his eyes, her abilities made her a dud and frankly, she wished him the best of luck with the kid. He never liked her from the get-go anyway and so the only one in the family she had been remotely close to had been her mother.

Who was now dead.

At least the asshole had enough respect to keep the news of her mutation to himself - but he was more so doing it out of guilt than genuinely misplaced affection. Huffing to herself as she sparked out, the young girl saw her red hair frizz from the corner of her eye and she quickly took off the scrunchie on her wrist and pulled the mass back into a ponytail.

She really hated this man, she surmised as she let her hands drop back down to her sides because he wasn't just foisting her off onto someone else - he had traveled across state lines to drop her off in Gotham.

Motherfucking Gotham.

And yes, she meant that one - home of the big Bat himself.

It was almost as if he wanted her to die, she thought darkly, but then again - maybe he did.

That or he wanted her so deep in the system that she would never find her way out - or never be able to find him.

Ha.

As if she'd ever fucking want to.

Clenching her hands into fists underneath her thighs, Freddy looked down and watched the metal of her shoe laces spark and she frowned. Gotham was not kind to Metahumans. They either ended up as criminals or they ended up dead and if Freddy was forced to pick between the two options then fuck it - she'd pull a Red X or a Catwoman. She hadn't died just to do so again in her second life and if she had to use her powers unjustly then it would suck ass for whoever was on the receiving end of her little gift.

Although she was getting a bit ahead of herself. She was going to shoot for the straight and narrow first, keep her head down and try to get the hell out of Gotham - or at the very least learn to coexist with living in this shit hole. But if at the end of the day she found herself on the opposite end of the law then, oh well. It was better than living in poverty, sickness, or being in a coffin - besides she had done illegal shit before in order to get by and she'd do it again in a heartbeat.

But this time if she had to get her hands dirty, she was going to be a high-end criminal. There would be none of that petty street rat shit for her again - she had enough of that in her past life.

Sighing to herself as the social worker came back over, Freddy looked up when she heard two sets of footsteps and resisted the urge to sneer at her father.

"Mr. Hamlin would like to say goodbye." Mr. Fitz said as he turned to walk away in order to give them some privacy but the young Meta reached out and grabbed a hold of his wrist.

He questioningly turned about but Freddy was too busy looking her father in the face.

God she hated him.

"Go fuck yourself you cowardly excuse for a human being." She told him and both men standing there sputtered harshly. "And just know if I ever see you again, I'm gonna kick your sorry ass like my mother would have done if she knew what the hell you were doing to me right now."

Standing up she dragged the social worker across the room and shot Mr. Hamlin a look.

"I hope you and your daughter have a good life together," She purred as her almond brown eyes narrowed menacingly. "I hope she despises your ass just as much as I do."

And Freddy thoroughly enjoyed the ever reddening look on her ex-father's face as she turned away and entered the tiny personal office and not even the soft-spoken but stern lecture about properly expressing herself that she got from Mr. Fitz was enough to wipe the smile off her face.

She hoped dear old Mr. Hamlin got fucked up by the Joker on his way out of town.

She was living at Bruce Wayne's orphanage and she wasn't really sure how to feel about it and so she didn't. Which couldn't be healthy but well, neither was half the things she did or would do so it didn't matter all that much in the end.

Freddy had moved in within a week of her adoption papers being finalized and she was doing alright so far.

Maybe.

Kinda.

Not so much.

Huffing out a shaky breath, the young Meta wished that she had her old life back because at least she wasn't alone then. Sitting on her bed with her knees to her chest as she watched the rain pour heavily outside, Freddy finally let herself cry.

It hurt not to be wanted - even if she didn't want them in return.

I finally update lol.

I'm sorry it's so short but yeah. Freddy has a bit of a chip on her shoulder but she still has feelings. Next chapter will be a time skip to when she meets a young Jason Todd in her class! I can't wait to write their interactions lmao.

Also her father is a dick.

Thank you for reading!