UnLucky in Love.

There was no denying Lucky was the type that turned heads. She was used to this sort of attention, it’s not like she tried to blend in. She always seemed to be decked in gold – neck covered in chains and necklaces that called her 'baby', hands adorned in heavy rings, wrists covered, chains that wrapped around her torso and trailed along her clavicle. She never wore the types of clothes with name brands large and gaudy across the fabric, but they still looked expensive and fit her like they were tailor made. Over the years Lucky had learned the best way for her to fly under the radar was to play her role as the vapid, rich and incredibly lucky high roller.

She’d had grown accustomed to life on the road – if you could call it that. When you pulled three figures in a night “life on the road” meant five star hotels, year round summers and non-stop luxury. Lucky had decided years ago that once she had gotten herself and the others out from their father this would be the life she lived, and she’d made sure to keep herself nest eggs both in cash and banks. Truth was, money was just a perk. What she enjoyed was the gamble, playing her part.

It was a bit of an ethical gray area, using her powers to win at gambling. She stayed away from cards, dice was Lucky’s game. Sometimes just for fun she’d buy a wig and put on a fake accent, just to add a splash of excitement. Lucky had always had a flair for the dramatics, when they were younger, she used to put on shadow puppet shows for her siblings – it was always a full scale production. When she started getting enough attention, she’d lose a few rounds until they got off her back, if they started to recognize her enough, she’d usually just hit the next joint in a new disguise.

Thing was, most of these places were owned by shady sort of characters – well, at least the best spots were. Usually filled with the type of people you expected to see sitting along some ominous table plotting Gotham’s demise or some shit like that. Definitely not the type of people who responded well to being conned. It was no surprise that the type of guys she met there would end up being just absolute messes, but she hated sleeping alone.

They’d think she was some honey looking for a sugar daddy, and she didn’t mind playing that role for the right guy. Maybe she just liked being prized and pampered, or maybe she just kept choosing these relationships that were doomed to fail from the start because that made things easier. It was easier than sticking around, easier than letting go of the only real connection she ever had to try to recreate it with another. Not that Lucky was self-aware enough to know any better. Every time she was just fooling herself enough to that this guy was the one. She’d move in, spend her days swimming off the ivory coast on his yacht and her nights twisted around him calling him by any name but his own.

But surprise, surprise – it would never last.

It always ended up in flames, most assuredly with Lucky nearby smoking a cigarette to watch it burn. She’d just show up in Grim and Remedy’s apartment one morning, filled with several months’ worth of suppressed frustration and making herself a cup of tea. It was a little weird at first, sometimes she couldn’t help but to see Remedy when she looked into Grim’s face even when she knew he was gone. For a long time, it felt like Remedy would just completely check out when she came around, even before she started ranting about whoever she’d been playing house with recently. It had hurt a little bit at first, but she understood. All she ever wanted was to love him, but she knew it wasn’t that easy.

Even if Remedy kept her distance, there was no keeping her from Grim. Hargreeves sure tried enough when they were younger. He’d have to literally tie her down in a room designed with lights and mirrors to keep her from using her powers just to keep her from interfering with his foul methods of training for the others – especially Grim and Remedy. When all of the siblings went their separate ways, Grim was the only one who made her feel like she was at home with him. Everything got so messy so quickly, and after she found out about Luther, she couldn’t keep seeing them and lying to their faces. It had always been the three of them at the head of the pack, she just didn’t expect that it’d be just them left.

There was a long time Lucky didn't speak to Grim or Remedy after she found out they had kept Luther from her. It had been agony. She had spent a lot of time with Luther those days, trying to make up for lost time. Luther would never admit it, but she knew it was hard accepting that the people who loved you thought you were dead. Even so, she knew Grim and Remedy didn’t want to keep it from her. She forgave them in time. She would always find her way back to them, usually leading them on destructive benders that could last days, ending with one of them (usually Split) in cuffs.

If she was quick enough getting out of bed the next morning, she’d be able to catch a few hours in the morning with Remedy, Grim still sleeping off the drugs. Sharing a morning cup of coffee in a window, Remedy looking at her like she was an Angel on Earth…Lucky lived for those stolen moments. He made her feel fifteen all over again, her stomach doing flips when he got close. She didn’t try to understand why Remedy kept his distance after that night all those years ago, maybe because it hurt too much for her to think about. He’d slip away as quickly as he’d come, always leaving her wishing she could have just one more minute.

Maybe that’s why she couldn’t stay longer than a couple days, being so close with him so far away….it didn’t feel right. She’d say her goodbyes, leave a couple golden pieces of jewelry for them to pawn for cash and disappear right into the shadows to go to the next place. Most assuredly somewhere where she could gamble and drink....and find someone's bed to keep her warm at night. Someone who’d call her an Angel on Earth, who’d grab her and never let go.

Someone who wasn’t him, but who could make her fool herself into thinking that was a good thing. Someone who she could start all over with, over and over again.