My Secret Identity Is Always Mocking the Superheroes (Marvel and DC)

Trinity Sangirila, a child rejected by her father and forgotten by the world, has an artistic talent powerful enough to make the world scream for the Sangirila name once more. But she gets by on money from a mercenary who does whatever he wants, even throwing an annoying employer out a window; a pharmacist whose creations are worth a fortune on the black market; and a hacker hired to protect Tony Stark. Superheroes: ??? # I'm Trinity Sangirila. My father was a world-famous artist, but he's deceased. By the way, don't feel sorry for me. I really like him in his current state. My mom? People out there are still wondering if she even exists. Oh, don't ask me. I don't know the answer either. And I have a gift from God, probably to make up for my miserable life: I can create people. God, it sounds like I'm God, doesn't it? No. Only God can create souls. All I can make is an empty shell I can use however I want. But honestly, that's more than enough. For someone who's never had a single friend and is confined to a wheelchair with paralyzed legs, it's a perfect fit. Sometimes I wonder what kind of life I could have had if I weren't my father's child, so I tried it out. Every identity I've had tells me I could have lived very well, certainly better than I do now. Then my father died, and suddenly I went from being the child he refused to acknowledge, the child his friends never even knew about, the child who should never have existed, to, um, a little princess everyone was scrambling to dote on. But screw him. I don't want that. I don't care if you're a superhero or whoever you are. Sorry, you came too late to my miserable life. #Reader's Guide The main text is not written in first person. The protagonist has some self-destructive tendencies and a sharp tongue. Please don't complain if you don't like that. I'm in my final year of vocational high school. Please be patient about updates. Getting into college comes before writing. Theme: Be who you want to be, not who you are.