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It's once again Witch Hat Monday! I've made so many fanarts over the years that I probably have one to post for every episode lol
The manga has endless amazing brim hat designs that inspired me to go crazy with a Van Gogh's Starry Night hat 🌟⭐✨
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everyday i mourn dante’s character assassination from when he was adapted from mcd to mystreet
turning a guard who was the epitome of loyalty—i.e. him staying at the gates of phoenix drop for 15 years, living there totally alone for a good chunk of time—into a dude with little substance or compelling character traits that dated two girls at once is actually criminal
dante i’m sorry for what they did to you </3 you deserved better
Synopsis: the end is the beginning of a new, you just need to figure out how to start
Warning:mentions of suicide( not much), blood, angst, neglect, child neglect
A wave to sickness hits you hard , your head feels like its jello and your mind is filled with foggyness.
Your eyes pry open yet it still feels like your eyes have been forced closed. You aren’t too sure if its because of the muck and gunk that somehow has piled onto the corners of your eyes or if it was actually glued.
Before you could think much futher something caught your sleepy eyed attention.
The celling? No, The walls. All of the walls where a soft pink color? From what you could see the whole room looked like it was adorn in pinks of different shades and other variations of colors.
Everything from curtains, lamps and chairs to more were covered a Barbie like color, the same color too similar to that awful shade of pink that complimented it very well. It looked straight out of a children’s commercial they would advertise dead afternoon but more messy and crowded, slightly similar to how you decorated your room when you were younger.
You try to stand up but your body seems to have plans to rest, stuck looking up at the ceiling with your arms at your side.
You try one last time and manage to lift your right hand up a bit, nothing more. It probably wasn’t enough to get away from who ever or what ever had put you in this pink torture room for now rest was very needed. You didn’t realize how much energy you had actually used just to lift up your hand.
It was kinda pathetic, you would smirk to yourself if you could but your face remainder stoic. If anyone…anyone…if father saw you like this he would probably scoff at you.
Speaking of him, what happened in end to them? Your mind rattled at what they could be doing right now.
Were they trying to find you? Did they caree for you? Who kidnapped you? Why did they kidnapped you and for what?
You weren’t really sure what had happened but you had an idea.
You had died.
Like actually died and now… you were here.
Somehow?
A soft exhale left your chapped lips. It was pointless anyways, they wouldn’t try and find you anyways.
Your new life has started and your old one had ended. Maybe it had been a sign from some higher power to start a new, away from them and all the pain.
Like a reset button.
It was up to you to get yourself out of here but for now a little rest was needed. And some water too.
Your eyes fluttered back closed to its former state and as your mind drifted to sleep you just hope your kidnaper wouldn’t come back by the time you woke up.
*
Mist. Its very where, blocking your vision rendering you technically blind, unable to see more then 4 feet in front of you.
Your head flicks quickly to the side as at the corner of your eye you see something moving with the fog.
It looked vaguely human but ghostly.
A audible swish passes right in-front of your head Snapping your eyes to that side where you saw it.
There it is again you say to yourself. It looked like a man from what you saw , a bit tall and lean.
It happens again but this time you are able to make out a familiar dark straight hair with tiny strands of gray hairs scatterings around the cranium.
“Father”? You called out , ever so softly. Your face scrunches up in a mix of shock,scared and a bit of disgust if you were being honest.
Why did he have to show up here. After everything he has done to!
He neglected me!
He ignored me!
And worst of all, i was the child that he never loved. It was always the Damien this. Dick that. Jason this and even Tim too!
Why couldn’t you be loved for once?
Were you really that unlovable?
Maybe Damien was right. You should of killed yourself long ago.
You were referring to a conversation that you and him had a while ago before the dinner.
Crying in your locked room, you sat quietly in the corner and crying your eyes out over a test. Your test in your hands and crumpled up completely stained with tear and scribbles of marker all over it.
It was kinda dumb now that think about it, it was only a 78 percent which was enough to get pass by with a nod from bruce.
Even tho you had a bit of training from bruce and dick, You hadn’t heard Damien come into your room and stand in front of your form, towering over you intil you heard his snobby childish voice.
“Of course,only you are weak enough to cry over trivial things such as a score on a paper.” he scoffed
You didn’t know why but you opened up to him as vulnerable as you were.
“ im sorry” , you cried, your voice shaky and unstable “ i did Everything right. I studied for days to get a full score on this but even tho i tried my best i was only been able to get less them I anticipated.”
He face palmed audibly and pinched the bridge of his nose in disgust and disappointment.
“You will never get it will you”? He questioned.
Making you look up to him and utter confusion to his questions, stopping your cries leaving an annoying hiccups and sniffles.
“No matter how hard you try you will never be better then us in any form be it skills or academic. Im not even sure how my father got a hold of you but it was clear mistake. You clearly don’t belong with us or to be part of this prestige family”
Your blood shot eyes glaze over his striking emerald green eyes that seemed to pierce thru yours,full of pure hatred and disgust.
Your voice dry and horse manages to respond with a bombastic and confused “what”?
He spoke up,only getting more annoyed by the second.
“ i shouldn’t have to clarify. This is utterly stupid and meaningless like you. You aren’t even fathers real child, i was born be talent and resilient because i am fathers real offspring”.
“ you should even mention that, everyone in this house is family one way or another blood or not we are all equal” you spit back , slightly angry at his ignorance
“ its pathetic if you think we are all on the same level. I am better them every one here with the exception of father obviously”. He voice laced with malice and bad intentions.
“ the only reason why you act like you are better then everyone is because you were breed to be the perfect heir, it not comparable to my situation!”
He scoffs loudly, almost amused in a way.
“ you are only making more excuses for your sorry ass to hide behind!”, he raise his voice but quickly restrains himself from going louder.
“ im not making any excuses!”, your pain loud and shown. You stand up on your shaking legs that had fallen asleep way before the argument. You use one of your arms as support against the wall while point at him with the other other one . Straight. at .him . which seemed to aggravate him even more.
“You don’t get to talk! I have never made excuses up! Never when i had to pull all nighter and especially never when i begged for fathers approval or when i tried to train to be( emphasis on that word) what he originally wanted me to be. A robin and partner.” You voice faded at the last word. A partner you could have been to him. a daughter.
“I can not fathom you being a robin . You would of been worse then Grayson”. He smirked “The name would of been tarnished and with that reputation i would of never wanted to be the robin. My mothe-” you stop his gloating. The more he speak the more anger and pitiful you become. You can’t stand him being in your room, criticizing you for trying yours best so you end it quickly. You are so done with his entitled bs.
“just becuase you get to grown up in a place where everyone adore you doesn’t mean you get to act like you own this place. I didnt! Even tho i have been here longer then you i still need to prove myself!” Your voice shakes in a sign of weakness.Your are too close to crying to keep talking. Its ahed enough to stop yourself from shedding more tears in front of him and talking would probably break you even more.
You did need that right now.
“ you have all the blame. you said it yourself , you have been here longer but who is the forgotten one. Im still appalled father even liked you enough to take you in.” and with that he leaves, his comments hanging in the air as you stood there, dumb founded.
His voice so momotoned compared to his hurtful comments.
He spat venom and it seemed to seep into your vain, intoxicating you. Drowning you in a sorrow that now was infecting you quicker then you had hoped.
As his body slithered out of the room like a conniving snake with quickness. he turn one last time to you with his green emerald eyes.
“ and make sure to clean the blood of your neck. Its an awful sign to see if you aren’t go through with it.”
The door slammed shut as like clock work your back slide down against the wall, landing on the floor with force.
Shit.
You cursed at yourself. Instinctively your hand went to the aprt of your neck whoch had tried. Blood on it.
You had completely forgot about when the argument happend .
Your hand losses snd a tiny sharp piece of metal dropped onto the wooden floor.
You didnt even have to look down at the state of your hand. It was eveident in the exesive amount of blood that was drooping on the side and the throbbing feeling in your hand.
It was like a mini heart beat right on the palm of your hand, ready to be crushed.
Damn Damien. Why did it have to be him to come. Why couldn’t it be some one like dick or tim.
Forgotten…
Forgotten…
Forgotten…
Those were the words that stuck with you the most. It was pointless arguing because he was simply right. He is always right.
Ever since that night, you couldn’t look at him the same, the incident of that night just keep replaying on every corner of his face.
That night you cried and cried your poor little heart out until you couldn’t anymore. You learned that no matter how much you tried you would never be better then Damien… but you sure could try. If you couldn’t get his attention by education then something else could. What if you saved a life ? Would that be good enough.
*
You bolted awake, standing up right. You breathing was labored and quick. it felt like you had just run a marathom not incldue how fast your heart was breaking, you swore you could feel it trying to escape from body, banging on your ribcage for exit.
Water. You needed water. Your mouth was dry, really dry.
You could barely speak before a glass of water magically apeaired infront of you. Taking it without any question you drank it all with aggressiveness. So aggresive infact that some of the water spilled on you but it didn’t matter nor did you care, only to clech the thirst in your blood.
“ whoa whoa whoa, calm down,looks like someone is thirsty” you heard a soft chuckle along with it.
It sounded so familiar…so similar to…
Your head snapped to the your side where a short haired woman sat.
the sound of tv turning on rung across the silent room earning the attention of ones that sat attentively .
Before long a voice run past thru from the tv show a robotic yet seeming energetic voice of a women despite the situation at hand.
“Hello gotham city, this is vicki vale reporting from live from the steps of the conviction store that has just held a tragedy of inconvenience tonight. At 11:36 pm a robbery occurred tragically killin-”
The television turns off before any more information could be disclosed, the room as silent as ever until someone speaks up.
“ how could we let this happen?” Jason questions finally standing up from his seat that felt like it was about to burst in flames. His face a mixture of fury and guilt.
Bruce calls out to jason quitely both a warning and consolance.
Jason continue catching the attention of the other mimes in the room.
“We could of stopped it , its our fault shes dead! If only-”
“Jason.” Bruces calls out
“ this is my fault if i would of done so-”
“Jason stop this!”
His name echoed thru the walls , bring him to stop , awfully aware of every movement in his body. The beating of his heart, the tingling feeling in fingertips and the way his heart eached as the memory of your death.
“ don’t act as if it’s our fault” Damien whines.
He hadn’t really known you as well as he would like to say , at least compared to dick but there was just something that felt….. off like a hole in his chest that slowly chipped away since your death.
Maybe it was a possibility that you guys could bond since you would know how he feel. He knew a way…. He was a product of that ‘way’ and maybe you would too.
“There is no reason to fuss over this as much as you are Todd. It was bound to happen sooner or later” the youngest male spoke up.
“Damien!” The oldest said, “ don’t say stuff like that, she was our sister”
“ was.”
Everyone scolded at it. His hand defensive shot up like as if being convicted by the police.
“ what im just saying, a worthy wayne wouldn’t die, she was useless enough as she was let alone the fuss over her death”
“ that’s insensitive to say Damien, give her piece, she wouldn’t like people to be talking about her like this” spoke up Tim that had been quite this whole time.
“ oh come on! It’s not like anyone in the house knew her anyways”
“Enough”
The whole room went silent at the voice of the towering Batman
He sighed, his finger pressed against his temple in annoyance.
“End of discussion, we will speak about this later. Everyone get ready for the press and don’t say anything” he stood up and walked off to his room, his footsteps loud and angering.
That wasn’t a question or a request. It was a demand.
You could feel the vibrations of the bone chilling tone of voice echoing up and down your spine. You barely talked to Bruce let alone if he’s angry at you.
You heart pumped slightly faster, not knowing weather it was a good or bad reason all it did is freeze up.
He was talking to. To you… and looking at you none the less.
Wait but why did he need to talk to you?
What did you do this time?
Did the school call him?
They probably did but they have talked to him before so why does he care now?
It didn’t make sense?
Bruce asked implying you take the seat in front of his. Your body shivered at his tone, calm and collect. always hiding away his real emotion. Bruce was a coward when it came to showing his true emotions but what can you say like father like daughter.
You’ve known him long enough to know that he wasnt asking , it was a command. Your heart raced so fast that you could almost hear it pumping blood to your brain, trying to come up with something anything to get out of this . You opened your mouth to say something but your words tangeled in your mouth so you complied, walking towards the seat.
Each step you took would made your heart beat faster. Your finger tips turning unnaturally cold , your face leaking cold beads of sweat , your lips squivering ever do slightly.
You felt like an animal in a zoo, their eyes eying your every move. Analyzing your every sound and breath you took. As you sat down ,you took of your backpack and placed it at the goot of your legs.
a loud THUB banged against your head as if you backpack was the only thing keeping you grounded .
As soon as you sat down the whole table went quite again, waiting for you to talk . The silence was so loud it pierced your ears making it feel cloged and stuffy. Nothing happening was worse then if something happened making the cloth’s adorning the long table so enticing to just scrach and tear intil only stripe of it was left.
Under their gaze you feel like shriveling up into a poof of air or being swallowed by the ground never to be seen Again. Your father was the first to speak up making small talk with the others, looking at you with cautious eyes every few seconds as he spoke.
You wallowed in your misery in piece only to be interrupted by alfred bringing you a plate of some pasta and a drink , settling it down in front of you.
“ here you go miss(name) eat up” he said giving you a soft smile, placing down a plate of warm food that made you want to vomit just by looking at. It looked good but right now was not a good time to eat no matter how much you loved his cooking.
“ oh thank you alfred” you accept reluctantly, giving him a weak smile . You didnt have the appitite to eat right now, not infront of them with the invisible tense atmosphere in the air . It made feel sick to you stomach.
You didn’t touch your food at all just moving stuff around with no intention in eating it. Dick notices and decides to start chatting you up dispite how awkward it was for all of you.
He has always been the more cheerful and friendlyer one so you’ve been naturally more closer to him then the others.
“ sooo babybrid, how has freshman year been treated you? Anything exciting happened yet” he gleams
You cringed at the nickname. It felt so… foreign and weird.
“ sophomore year has been good” you correct him subtly not trying to draw too much attention “ nothing much has happened but i am in a play thats supposed to take place tomorrow after school” you take the opportunity to tell them of your play.
They look slightly shocked tho your not sure which statement shocked them tho. they quickly mask their surprise, especially dick who’s face has a hint of guilty to it behind his weak smile. bruce take this as a opportunity to speak up.
“Speaking of school” he states grabbing your attention “i got an email from the school telling me something about you going to detention. Pls explain yourself” he cocked one of his eyebrows up, questioning you.
The table went silent once more. your breath hicted and your heart raced once more , palm so sweaty that it left a slight watery outline of your hands on the wooden table.
“Oh? i didnt think the disappointment had it in them to get into problem.” Damien chimed in , amusement getting to the best of him.
You grit your teeth at damien giving him a glare before trying defending yourself from the demon spawn “ it was only childish chitchating dad.” You countered quitely so that they woudlnt hear the shaking of your voice or how your lips thremeled while speaking.
You continue “ it wasn’t really a big deal , we were only talking and the te-“ you voice was cut of by damiens loud and commanding words
“ the teacher isnt the problem but you. Try to keep in mind that your reputation is already small so tarnishing it would only shame the wayne na-”
“ damien.” Your father says as a warning, making him shut before he coukd say anythign more earning bruce a “tt” from damien.
But its already too late , you trying to keep your composer from crying or just bursting into flames. Damien was always like that to you, he has never once acknowledged you as apart of the family or even as a human being with feelings and your own life, degrading you and using you to take out his anger .
You slam your palms in anger ,making the plates a cutlery bouce before coming down with multiple loud and agonizing clongs and clacks.
You take a deep breath trying to control your anger but it only had the opposite effect.
You hear a loud sign and a bombing voice demanding everyone to calm down.
Once everything clams down and their attention turn to bruce as he turns to you “(name) I expected better then this from you. we will discuss this later “ he states pinching the bridge of his nose in annoyance . Anger arises from you making you blurt out your feelings. You stood up rapidly, almost knocking your chair behind you as you angrily pointed at the one that deserve recognition
“ what about damien. He has gotten in much more trouble in theses past months then i have gotten in years . So if im getting in trouble then he should too .” Steam feels like its coming out of your ears, your eyes unbearably hot and your vesions becomes blurry from the tears that form in your eyes but you wipe it away with you sleve before it has time to show itself.
Dick rushes up to you patting your asking if you ok. His hand runs up and down in a soothing motion, you want to push him away but your too angery to do so. Its not his fualt anyways . Its yours.
“ (name) Wayne don’t bring damien into this conversation. That does not apply to him and you know that . he was raised differently then you were and has changed since then . You have been here next to as long as dick , you should know better” bruce raises his voice ever so slightly making his point to you clear.
You know better than to compare yourself to his real son. The heir both the rah al ghul thrown and wayne industry. Know your place. Then again you don’t have much place on the latter anyway. Blood or not.
You turn to dick turning their attention to where you looked at now. “ dick pls tell dad that that’s not fair. I have worked so hard to not get in trouble and the one time i do its like im a troubled kid” you plea, your eyes glimmering with hope snd desperation, clinging on to the one person that could help you.
Dick who is now next to you , removes his hands from you back leaving a warm phantom imprint . That only touch of love you have felt ever since comeing to this damned house.
“you know babybird, B’s kind of right-”
You dont let him finish In anger you turn to look at Damien who now is wearing a smug smirk directed towards you. That’s all you need from him.
In a final attempt at hope yours eyes wonder to jason that had been silint the whole time . Both of your eyes meet , your eyes pleading your final hope to say sonething . Anything . You just need to know that one person has your back but all he does is look away and sink into his seat facing slightly away from you.
SHATTER . Something snaps in you. Almost as if a twig is broken in your mind by the wieght of everything. All the anger that you have built up . No. shoved down your mouth thru out the years finally comes uo to the surface.
“ IM SO DONE WITH EVERYONE HERE “ you yelled out . All eyes turned to you. you could hear dick soft whisper your name as he reached out to you.
“ no Richard that includes even you” you said , your voice alot calmer them before but with the same intensity
“ every since i came to this house i have tried to prove myself but it all failed.” You looked at bruce which was now a narrowing his eyes waiting for you to continue
Tears spilled past your eyes, rolling down your cheek making your voice sound rasp and tired “ im not good at anything that you guys are , im not a vigilante or gifted at anything else and ive tried but nothing has ever worked” you looked down in shame and anger , you couldn’t face them not right now “ im not as smart as tim or as agile as richard or jason and I’m not someone that bruce or Batman would be proud of” with that all you could only cry after that , no more would come out before sounding selfish or entitled .
Dick pulled you into a hug , making you sob harder. No one had ever hugged you like this in years and it was nice but not in this condition. Your hands covered your sobbing your face from embarrassment. You could never face anyone them again .
Tim and jason stayed quite but you could only imagen their eyes of pity and awkwardness plastered on their faces . Damien only gave a “tt” and one last insult befor declaring that that was dramatic and that he was born with skill unlike you before walking away to who knows where.
Bruce for once in your whole life called out your name so softly , so soft that if you didn’t have good hearing you would of missed it . You pulled away from Grayson embrace and ran out before they could follow you.
You pushed past the gaint woodens that felt lighter than the many times you’ve had to open it .
None of them tried going after you, though you already knew before looking back.
The cold wintery air fit your tear stained face , making tou shutter uncontrollably. Damn you had forgotten your jacket inside but there was no point in going back in right now so you walked to the nearest store to warm up.
You walked a while before reaching your destination , your phone buzzing every few minutes. Gotham was a rough city to live in . Too many robbers, lunatic and thugs running around at night as if it was a playground so it was rare to find a store open late at night. They would be dumb to have one open in the bad part of gotham so to your surprise there was one infront of you with bright neon lights at the frint. At least 4 out of 6 were on. You entered with no thought and you sat on one of the red circle dining chairs that was too small for you snd waited . You sat there , rubbing your hands together intil your fingers no longer felt like falling off . BUZZZ . It was your phone that was still nuzzled into your back pocket
One buzz . You ignored it thinking that if you ignored it enough times he would stop .
Second buzz. You waited a bit longer thinking that eventually he would give up but he was stubborn person.
Third buzz….
Silence
You took a deep sign before taking out your phone that was adorn with your hand decorated phone case.
It was a plain black case with a few stickers of all of your chibi vigilante family that you managed to find a few years ago. Hanging by a small thin black rope was a mini 3d chibi figuir of nightwing with his siniture smile connect to the top corner of your case thru a small hole . You softly smile , inturpted by dick graysons name poping on your screen.
You looked around ignore his call . Trying-not to press big round red button ag the bottom of your screen because you knew that would inly fuel him further . You looked only to be meet by the annoyed gaze of the cashier who was making bubble with her gum as it pop . POP
You looked down at you know on you lap and sighed before answering , putting it up to your ear.
You hear the crackeling on the other side of the line along with a relived sign from dick.
“ babybird! Im so glab you ok, i was starting ot think sonething had happen to you” he said you responding in silence , an invitation for him to continue as he knew you were listening. You can hear video game music in the background followed by the yelling between Damien and Jason.
“ um pls come home” he paused “ gothams isn’t the best place to be out at night
And I re-” his voice was drowned out by the loud shattering of the glass door and a gun shoot.
Glass shatter everywere, its sharp edges tempting to pierce your skin . You ducked under the table abandoning your phone above. your palma made immediate contact the cold glass floor covered in shards of glass which managed to spires your skin, spilling you blood thru the skin the glass managed to pierce thru . The cold air rushed in along with the yells of a homeless looking man wnd the panicked yells of the cashier who a second ago was minding their own business.
The man had stepped over the glass that had scattered all over the floor and made his way to the cashier who was now bucked underneath the reception desk .
You could hear the pleas and yell’s of the cashier as the man pulled her up by her hair demanding money while point a gun at her head.
“ whats going on , whats happen over there” you could hear dick on the other side of the phone , fully on alert luckly not loud enough for the man to hear.
The lady being compliant and follows his orders to take out the money from the cashe register with shaky hands messing up, dropping the money in the prosess.
Dick on the side tells you wait and that they would be there soon , telling you to hide somewhere safe. the lady quickly starts picking up the money that fell with skaky hand , fingered blooding from the shards of glass on ground as the man pointed the gun dertily to her head gettting annoyed at the situation spitting at her to hurry.
As shes getting up to give the money to him she looked at you for a breef second and something in you changed . Her scared face echoed thru your mind.
Both of you knew that he would kill her anyways. It would be dumb to keep her alive after she had seen his face snd plus in his eyes she was the only witness to this.
Her eyes pleaded for help , for reassurance that she would live . She looked too young to die maybe early 20s . she had great potential to do something more then you ever had and if she died today that potential would bever be explored.
You could wait for your brothers and father to arrive but by then it would be too late and only you would remain. You could do something and save a life
CLICK. The gun was about to go off . You look up to see the lady kneeled down with the hun pointed at her head exacutionar style , the man towaring above her about to end her life.
In those few second there were a few options you had but none of them were really an option. Either wait for your bothers to come or run away while you still had a chance. But .. you had been raised by vigilantes , by Batman who’s modo was to save whoever you can no matter who they are so what do you do?
You leaped forward trying to tackled the assailant to ground but fail in taking the gun out of his hand. Your hands cupped his aiming the gun to the air as it popped off.
you were on top of him trying to knock him out with your fist while keeping the gun from going off. It was a brutal battle. Lots of scratch , biting snd hitting from your side . And punching and kicking from his.
Your knuckles hurt but you couldn’t stop now. You could see them getting bloody at the meeting point, messing thru skin. It. Hurt.
“GO!” You yelled to the lady to leave. She looked conflicted so you gave her reassurance words.
“ GO NOW . IVE CALLED FOR REINFORCEMENTS!”. You lie As she rushed to the employee exit she turn back to look at you one last time. “ il be fine don’t worry about me” you mouthed giving her a soft smile before dodging a attack .
He launched you to the ground making you slide all over the glass cocered ground. You screeched in pain . Your whole body ached, you weren’t meant for this but you pushed thru it standing- well more like limping up . One whole half of your body was covered in your own blood while the other in bruses snd more blood . Your breath hitched violently. Every movent that you made felt like it was pushing the glass shard deeper into your flesh . You felt raw and exposed , your blood poured down your hot and cold skin . Your damp hair stuck to your sweaty forehead as a result from the fight . You breath heavily, trying to calculate your next move.
You glanced around intil your eyes landed on a large sharp piece of glass stood between you and the man .
You lunged towards the man as he aim his gun and fired at you , ducking down managing to grab the piece of glad tackled him once more.
BANG!
It was so loud , your ears rang loudly. You didnt feel the pain or the impact , you had too much adrenaline for that . No. But you felt the throbbing pain from your side , it felt like a giant hole was carved out from you followed by the feeling of the need to vomit but instead of vomite it was blood . Your blood.
Your mouth was filled with the taste of iron and victory. You were probably gonna die due to your injuries but atleast you did something good befor you go .
You stood up with the assistance of the wall next to you. You looked down to see the man that caused all of this unconscious with the glass shard in his stomach, looking alot better then you did.
You looked to the past the broken door to were your family was a few feet away . Your vision blurred so you couldnt see their faces but you could here nightwings frantic shouts of worry and batmans too before your feel onto the ground. The floor at that moment felt so warm and comfortable . Maybe it was time to take a small nap you know , just a nap. It’s the least you deserve after this hectic night. You did something good today,for once in your life.
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Being in a school play wasn’t really your thing. Like at all. or at least it wasn't before. but here you were, making the final touches ups to your outfits before the day of play.
it was a fashionable outfit, one that looked straight out of the 1960's, not too much was needed other the final touches and fixing a few tears.
As you finish the final touches you here your drama teacher, Ms parker call out to everyone.
“ ok listen up class” she claps her hands loudly, grabbing everyone's attention to the teacher.
“Tomorrow is the big day so i need you guys to rest and prepare for tomorrow . We have worked for this for the few months.” your drama teacher continues her dramatic speech, you daze off.
you were too busy thinking about your classes, more specifically- your grades. drama was open of the easy classes that had a nice teacher that would let things go a lot but the same couldn't be said for your other classes.
you were absolutely failing, too focused on other stuff like the play, work and family problems.
you weren't a bad student per say, all you needed was to finish this week and then things would go back to normal.
as your mind wonders somewhere else you hear something that catches your attention.
“ psft” you hear from beside you.
You turn slightly to your right side to only to see Your friend, Marly, crouched down on one knee looking holding her finished costume
“ what is it? ”you quickly whispered making sure your eyes faced the teacher as she talked.
“ i was thinking, maybe we could hang out at your house someday?” She asked her voice laced with mischief .
“ hell no” you quickly replied. You knew how she was, and it wasn't any good. she wanted to meet your family to see if she could fancy one of them but the only person that was the closest age as was tim and he wouldn’t have time for her. the others lets say also don't have my interest to her
“ aww why not?” She whined dramatically .
“ you don’t want to meet them, trust me . they wouldn’t pay attention to you Marly anyways” you chuckled trying to make the comment light hearted.
“ that's not true, they would be delighted to meet me! maybe you could consider me your future sister in law” Marly Responds, blowing a kiss to you.
“Pftt trust, there's already enough people in my family” you countered shutting her comments down .
“ yeah i guess well what can you say when your dads a whore”
"past player" I correct.
honestly it didn't matter or people what title your father had in the past because to them he will always be above, billion "playboy" Bruce wayne.
you both start laughing like, forgetting that your teacher was in the middle of a speech.
“Eh hem” a rough scratchy voice say, recognizing it as your teachers.
“ yes ms, parker.” both of you say in sync, immediately straightening up .
“ well? what do you young ladies find so funny” ms. parker ask her voice bombing with authority now grabbing the attention of the whole class.
everyone's eyes bur into your backs, you could practically feel them engraving around your body.
“ nothing ms Parker, just foolish banter .Marly answers on the behalf of both of you while you stay quite, eyes glued to your costume. Both of you lower your heads in shame.
“ well i guess it wouldn’t be a problem in detention. Go now” she commands shooing you guys off.
Both of you look at each other in disbelief but you guys followed orders leaving class. Feeling the eyes of your classmates and the disappointed gaze of your teacher deciding to walk faster.
welp, there goes your favorite teachers list into the trash.
You and marly walked through the nearly empty, echoy walls of your school. every twist and turn you made only made you question the validity of this whole thing. it didn't take too long before you reached a unique soon with a big detention sign plastered front and center.
it was only a few classes away and it felt shorter as you chatted about small mindless rumors and banter.
truly without Marly you would of dropped out a long time.
Once inside it didn't take you guys long until school ended, drama was your last class.
You were never a bad kid so you bad never gotten detention before unlike Damien but you assumed that by now your father had gotten an email or something informing him about your detention notice.
The bell rang, ringing thru your ears , a sign to get the hell out of there. You grab your bag that carries your school supplies and your play costume and made your way out with Marly.
Gotham city was one of those that by September snow covered almost every visible part of Gotham. So when you walked out it was snowing lightly and it was getting dark .
You wave goodbye to Marly who quickly zipped up her winter coat and bag in hand, grinning from ear from ear, returning the wave .
You chuckle to yourself wondering how you got a friend like her. You didn’t deserve her and you knew it.
Alfred by now had already picked Damien and probably wouldn’t have time to pick you up. It didn’t matter tho because you usually walked anyways , no matter weather or time .
The streets were empty like always , post sane people didn’t want to be out at night at night. Too many criminals and villains out. But you didn’t have a choice, there was no-one that would pick you up at this time plus you were almost home. Gotham high was farther away then you would have liked, about 30 minutes walking. It got easier as time went on.
You remember that on a day like this, chilly , snowing and getting dark was the first day that you had to walk on your own because the car had broken down and it wasn’t fixable.
He had assured you that he would be there in 20 minutes but he never came. Turns out that Damien had to be driven to his tae kwon do after school.
“Either you wait until i drop of master Damien or you can walk home miss (name) ” that's what pennyworth told you over the phone. It wasn’t really much of a choices, it was getting dark and you didn’t want to look like an open target tho walking wasn’t any better.
That evening you walk all the way from your high school to the manner clutching your bag , weary of any sound and sharp corner.
You were about 14-15.
You reach the manner opening the door in silence, immediately being hit with the scent of Alfred's cooking; pasta you thought.
You walked past the kitchen without a glance, you planned on getting food later in the night and your brothers and dad were going on patrol like every night.
As you walked past you hear a deep voice calling out to you from in the space. You walked backwards taking another look at the kitchen and saw something that you never thought you would .
Your eyes wide and hearty pumped slightly faster at the sight of your whole family there. Bruce , Jason , dick , Damien even Alfred was sat down and they were all looking at you.
you wondered what you did wrong this time.
Would you guys want the shatter me series to have a love interest. I’m not too sure if you guys would but if you do Il make a pull. ALSO KEEP IN MIND READER IN NOT BIOLOGICAL RELATED TO THEM. But idk. Or if not a love interest then Il use it for platonic relationship In the future. It will keep changing in the future so tia not in place yet
