Casey

You feel it as your fingers move across the piano, faster and unexpected and passionate. 

The last time you felt like this was when you were with Jon, riding away with Polly and you had felt so happy. 

 You don’t remember the last time you played the piano with such passion though, it feels foreign now, the music, the art of soul. Perhaps it's because you forgot yourself in the Manor, or maybe because you had objectifed the piano there rather than humanize it with melody.

  You smile - if you can call it that. For the first time since being with Jon you feel whole again, somewhat healed with David.  

   You reach for a key, but press the wrong one instead. 

 And maybe, David is like that wrong key but he’s better than Bruce ever was. Maybe, you might be putting too much faith into him but between the both of them you chose David anyday. After all, he was the one helping you get your powers back again. 

  You press the right key this time, before turning back to the one infront of you. 

It's been two weeks now, and you can feel it - your power-  in you sometimes. 

  It surges at night, pulling you into vivid dreams that feel more nightmares but it's okay. You don’t flinch at the nightmares because they aren’t real but also because your entire power is a nightmare. 

  Anyone who had the power of darkness, death and destruction should be prepared for the consequences. 

   Your arms feel sore but you keep pushing on. 

Somedays you feel pain when your power surges. Headaches, stomach aches and every scar on your thigh feels like it's been opened up again, deeper this time. 

  You don’t dare come out on those days. You can’t let anyone see like that.

David comes in anyways, probably because he has attachment issues with you after a whole decade apart and he always comes with chocolate. 

   Your fingers are trembling.

It's still strange to you, how affectionate David can be. Especially after he sat through the entire Harry Potter movies with you as you somewhat sniffled and cried into your pillow when Snape died. 

  You had realized later that you had become more vulnerable and less numb than you remembered. You also realized how long you had been clean for.

   Measure 82, you only have 8 more left. 

David had been cutting back on the blood solution for a few days. You both knew that he was afraid for you. 

 He didn’t want you to die and for the first time in a while you didn’t either.

You hadn’t said anything to him yet but if he cut it back anymore you would. You had to get your powers back. 

  Your wrist made a cracking sound. 

 And whoever Ross Finora was, you knew that if you got your hands on him, you would not hesitate to kill him. 

Because this life right now, with David and this piano and this will to live was sacred to you. 

You weren’t going to let anyone ruin this for you. 

Hi Readers!!!! Exams are over and I am back for the better!!! Yes I know I said longer chapters but this is supposed to be something like a internal monologue before the BIG stuff happens. Since there are only 4 chapters left until ACT III I would like to ask you guys if you want me to change the original formatting from 10 chapters ever ACT to less chapters. Please comment the amount you think would be better. I'll be back very very very soon with the next chapter! Who knows we might even see Ross! ~Elsya

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And you figured this out because he quite literally said no the second that you asked him to finish the experiment. 

 Most of his reasoning was that he infact was not Batman and was not going to give a child superpowers and make a vigilante out of them. 

 Which you had countered by saying you didn’t want to be a vigilante and that you just wanted him to finish the experiment. 

 “The experiment could be fatal!” David said with controlled frustion. “We didn’t do it then, and we aren’t doing it now!” 

 “That’s because you had to wait then, but you can do it now! You said it yourself, you had joined the Finora’s because you wanted more knowledge. Think about the knowledge that you’ll gain if you do this!” You argued. “Don’t you crave that knowledge?” 

 “I can’t, Y/N.” David said, running his hand over his face. “I’m a different person now.”

“You can be a different person later,” You said. “And this is my body isn’t it?! I didn’t have a choice then, but I do have one now! And I want that experiment to be finished.” 

  “Do you not understand that you could die?!” David burst out. “Do you not care about the fact that this could lead to your death?”

 “I’m going to die anyway!” You snapped. “With or without this experiement.” 

    David stilled. You swore internally. 

“What do you mean by that?” David said quietly. “Why would you die?” 

    “You know what? Nevermind.” You were too fueled with anger than to tell David about your depression and everything that was wrong with you. 

   Instead you turned around, stomping into the room he had given you and jumping on the bed with barely controlled anger.

 David hates himself for saying no to you. 

Your life has been filled with so many decisions that you weren’t allowed to make, but he isn’t going to let you make one that could kill you. 

  David already lost you once, he doesn’t want it to happen again. 

But then again, what did you mean by the fact that you might die either way? 

 David doesn’t want to dwell on your words, but he can’t help it. What sort of life did you live in the Wayne Manor that you would say something like that?

  He sighs, slumping back onto the couch and turning the tv on. 

 “As of 48 hours ago, my little sister Y/N Wayne has been missing.” Damian Wayne’s voice echoed. “Y/N was last seen two days ago, in an abandoned street off of Main, in a grey crewneck and black leggings before the power outage cut out the feed.” 

  It takes 0.05 seconds for his head to snap up and horror to fill his eyes.

“Oh no,” David breathed. “No, no, no, no!”

  His eyes darted frantically as he watched the news. The camera panned from Damian to Tim to Damian again. But then, his blood ran cold as a familiar face appeared infront of him. 

“Are you sure about that?” Ross Finora said. “Because in Aliya’s last letter to our mother she clearly stated that she wanted Y/N in our care.” 

 “No she didn’t! You bastard!” David slammed the tv remote down hard onto the table, causing it to rattle. “Aliya would never want that, ever.” 

  If Ross Finora got you- if any Finora got their dirty, filthy hands on you- David was sure that they would spare no moment to exploit you. 

  And David was sure that either way, even with his brilliant and genius mind, both the Finora’s and Wayne’s would still track you down. 

 And you would be defenseless against them.

The thought itself made him shudder. 

   So David would have to give you your powers, whether he liked it or not. 

 The briefcase looked ancient to you. 

  Maybe, it was not that you would ask. 

One hour prior, just minutes after you had stormed out of the living room of David’s house, he’d come running back in, saying that he would give you your powers back. 

  For a minute you had allowed yourself to be ecstatic, allowed yourself to finally have that slight bit of happiness of having some control over your life. 

  But that minute went by as quick as it had come when David told you that he was doing this for your own protection. 

  Protection from the fact that your maternal uncle Ross Finora had entered the picture. 

Ross Finora, who had killed your great grandma, great uncles and uncle. Ross Finora who was known as the Executioner. 

  You had watched with sullen eyes as David also told you how the Wayne’s were trying to find you. 

  You wanted to be happy, after all, weren’t you wishing a while ago to try and find you?

   But you weren’t happy. 

You felt disappointed for some reason. You felt the exhaustion of the whole situation in your bones really. 

  Inside you, there was nothing but seeping darkness. 

So you let David ramble and ramble and you only moved when he said that you needed to come with him. 

  He’d taken you down to the basement of his house, something that you had thought would feel like the Batcave, but somehow turned out to be softer with warm lighting and couches and more spacious than the Batcave. 

  The basement was still sectioned off but everywhere was light and warm, even the laboratory you were standing in now. 

 “What’s in that?” You asked.

David picked the briefcase off the ground and dusted it off. His thumb finds a scanner and he presses down on it hard. 

 “In here, is the blood of the ancient dark entity that lives within the Vortex of the Abyss..” David said. “So there was this dark mage that went to try and find black energy which is really really dangerous and lethal when it is connected to magic because energy and magic are two big forces that shouldn’t collide, right?” 

  “....Right,” You said, giving him a look. Nerd.

“Anyways, apparently this dark mage was also related to the Finora’s? So he went looking for the black and suddenly he ended up in this Abyss that had the strangest creatures and environment, and lots of black energy.” David said, not noticing the look. “And then he saw something trying to attack him, so he blasts that thing with magic and that thing splats everywhere and gets on him.” 

 “So that’s a part of something?” You're horrified. 

“Yeah, but the moral of the story is that the mage died after he put the magic and black energy together. He managed to teleport back to the Finora’s back in time, because he did blow up a minute after he arrived.” David said. 

 “And you’re going to put that thing inside of me?” You asked. 

“Yup!” 

Hey Readers! I'm slowing getting the batfam x reader curse, please pray for me. Also I have exams soon so I won't release chapters much. But hey, ACT II only has 5 more chapters before it ends!!! ACT III is almost here!!!! ~Elsya

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