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Bruce still perfectly remembers the beginning of it all, how a simple short romance in another country led him to you, his biological daughter.
Years ago, he went to Mexico on business, then met a woman, her name was Dalia, she was beautiful, had long hair, eyes that always seemed to shine with joy, and her smile was definitely very charming. At that moment, he couldn't help but feel a slight interest in her, and when he tried to get closer, Dalia didn't reject him, on the contrary, she seemed excited and happy to be around him.
So, they grew closer, and at some point, it just happenedβthey spent a night together. A few days after that, Bruce finally had to return to Gotham. He had a lot of important things to do there, especially his duty as Batman. He had to return soon. And so he did. Without time to say goodbye, he simply left, returning to Gotham.
Dalia was a lovely and pleasant woman, yes, but like almost all of his little flings, they were fleeting. Just for a while, just for one night, nothing more. After all, he had too many things to worry about and deal with; he didn't have time to get seriously involved with a woman right now.
Gotham City needs him, as much as Bruce Wayne does as Batman. He knows it, and he's willing to fulfill his duties in Gotham, just as he has for years.
For him, his adventure with Dalia was just another one. Years passed, he never saw her again or heard from her, but he wasn't curious enough to look for her either.
So, when he learned that the night he spent with Dalia had actually produced a fruit, a child, he was truly shocked. He hadn't expected it, he hadn't imagined it. In fact, he had gone so many years without hearing from Dalia, he had almost forgotten about her due to time and other more important matters.
And now it turns out Dalia was pregnant by him... What's more, how come she never told him anything? She could have sought him out to tell him, but she simply didn't. Why? Did she want to keep her daughter away from him forever?
The situation definitely wasn't easy; everything caught him off guard. Dalia was dead, and his sister, Lidia, wanted him to take care of the little girl he had with Dalia, whom he barely knew and who was only eight years old at the time.
Obviously, a DNA test was taken to verify whether you were really his daughter or not, and indeed, you were. Faced with such an imminent test, Bruce couldn't refuse to take you in. He was your father, after all, so he has to take care of you now that your mother is gone.
That's how you arrived at Wayne Manor for the first time, as a little girl, holding your aunt's hand and being greeted by the butler, Alfred.
Bruce was busy; he had several important matters to attend to at Wayne Enterprises, so he couldn't meet you in person. But that's okay. Alfred was there to greet you. He'll take care of everything.
As the days passed, Bruce still hadn't fully processed the fact that he had a daughter he knew absolutely nothing about until now. But that's okay; he didn't have the time to dwell on that, not when he had so many other things to focus on, both as Bruce and as Batman.
The first time he saw you, he couldn't help but notice... How similar you were to your mother. Your hair was similar to hers, and the bright, cheerful smile on your lips was definitely identical to the way Dalia smiled when he first met her. A genuine smile, a wide, joyful smile that makes you seem like the kindest, most positive person in the world.
Also, your eyes... They were definitely an unusual color, special. He asked Alfred to investigate the reason for your eyes, but he found nothing; your eye color wasn't the result of some disease or other health condition. He also couldn't find any other reason that could explain why you were born with that eye color. There was nothing unusual about your DNA; you were a normal human, the only difference being that you had an uncommon eye color.
No matter how much research he did, he found nothing, no specific reason for your eye color. That struck him as a bit odd, but for the time being, he preferred to put that topic aside and focus on other things.
Months have passed since you first arrived, and Bruce just... can't get too close to you. He can't help it; he's too busy with other things, or maybe that's just an excuse he keeps repeating to himself to justify his absence from your side.
Besides, Alfred can take good care of you, so you're in good hands, no need to worry too much.
When Alfred told him it was your ninth birthday and you were hoping to have cake with him to celebrate, he just... Refused. Well, it can't be helped, there are more important things. These days, there are quite a few cases he has to attend to as Batman, and of course, there are also various corporate matters he has to take care of as Bruce. He's just too busy for you, again.
So, trying to ignore Alfred's retaliatory glare, he left. With the mental justification that he was busy, and that he could congratulate you later and give you a gift to make up for it (he eventually forgot that too and didn't do it).
Time passes, Bruce remains as lost in his duties as ever, and he just... forgets you sometimes. You're not a vigilante like them, and he doesn't even see you at most family gatherings.
And as always, he's still busy, with no time to look for you himself. To finally act like a true father to you, his only daughter.
And again, he justify it mentally, thinking that you're fine, that Alfred takes perfect care of you, that you're doing well at school where you probably even have friends, and also, when you misbehave, he corrects you appropriately, like a good father, right?
Besides, some of your siblings probably also look after you and spend time with you. He's not entirely sure Jason or Damian are the ones who do that, since they're not exactly very friendly. But hey, there's also Dick. He's been an excellent older brother to everyone else, and he's probably one to you too, isn't he? And Dick is attentive, probably the kindest and most pleasant of all his children, so you've probably gotten along pretty well with him since you met him. You're fine here. Yeah... He really thinks that's enough. That you're fine here, within these walls, in this 'family'...
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Bruce's nights were never too comfortable or peaceful, not when he sometimes had to sleep with his body aching, full of bruises or recent wounds from his fights with some villains and criminals, and even less so with the common nightmares he used to have almost always.
However, something strange happened these days... Suddenly, he began having nightmares about Dalia. She appeared in his dreams, and he was sure it was Dalia because of her appearance, because even though years had passed, Bruce still hadn't forgotten her face.
And in every single one of the nightmares he had with Dalia, she seemed pretty... Angry. Really angry with him, to tell the truth. She yelled a lot of things at him, complaining about things he didn't quite understand.
He doesn't understand why this is happening; it's... disconcerting. He'd never had dreams about Dalia before, until these last few months, when this started happening in his dreams.
Bruce wonders if these dreams have any meaning, but if they do, then why does Dalia seem so upset? What does it mean? He doesn't know; he still doesn't understand. But he downplays the idea, thinking these dreams are just paranoia or the stress of his job, and that they'll soon stop.
Little did the bat know that what he was dreaming actually had a meaning. They were dreams that reflected an upset mother. Dalia was completely frustrated by the treatment her daughter received at Bruce's house.
She knows it... Because even now, Dalia would never leave her little, beloved daughter alone. She'll be with you, forever.
She's seen your suffering, she's seen your tears, she's seen your pain. She knows how ignored you've been here, what you've been through thanks to your 'brothers' and Bruce's neglect.
She's dead, supposedly not having a physical body like she used to. But gosh... It really feels like her heart is breaking into a thousand pieces every time she's seen you cry since you got here.
Mom didn't want to leave you here, she didn't want you to meet him, she didn't want Bruce to ignore you or leave you aside like he did to her.
You didn't need Bruce, or his children, or his mansion, or even his money. You didn't need anything from him, not when she was there, willing to give you the world just because you're her daughter, and she loves you unconditionally.
However... Fate was cruel, and it took away the life she wanted to spend with you. Now all she can do is watch your suffering from afar, helpless to do anything but torment Bruce in his dreams. She knows it won't change anything, that he'll remain the same, but at least... She must make sure Bruce can't sleep well ever again, because a terrible father like him doesn't deserve to sleep peacefully.
Meanwhile, Dalia's pitiful soul will remain by her precious (y/n)'s side, like a mother who will never abandon her most precious treasure; her first and only daughter.
She refuses to leave you, even if she can't do anything to ease your pain these years. She'll stay by your side as long as necessary.
Because she is your mother, she truly loves you, and her soul will never rest until she can finally see you happy, in a good home with good company.
A few weeks have passed since you first met Duke. He's come to your room a few more times, saying he's gotten lost in the mansion's hallways again. Which strikes you as a bit odd; it's already been more than three times. Still, you decide not to question him and simply help him back to his own room each time.
Duke is... Nicer than the others, definitely. Sometimes when you're with Alfred in the kitchen, Duke comes up to you too, and he's always quite friendly, almost acting like he's interested in you.
You have to admit that at first you found his attitude quite strange, but now you've gotten a little more used to it. After all, Duke hasn't done anything wrong to you so far, so you don't need to have a negative opinion of him.
Now you even like him a little, you like talking to him and you don't hate him like the rest.
Although... It's definitely a little annoying seeing how the others try to pull him away from you. One time, when you were with Duke in the kitchen, Stephanie simply came and took him away, saying she had to discuss something important with him. Another time, when you were with Duke in the hallways of the mansion, Dick came over and took Duke with him, saying he was going out with the others and that Duke should come with them too.
But it's okay. You're more than used to being alone in this huge mansion. You like Duke, but obviously, you can't be with him all the time, and you don't mind, because in fact, even though you know Duke is kind and you don't dislike him, you're still cautious. You don't want to lean too heavily on him so that he'll end up letting you down. It's better not to take risks and not get too attached, you think.
You were a little sleepless today because of your homework. You were behind on several projects for some classes and they were due next week. So you decided to focus on that these days.
You walk through the dark hallways of the mansion, your steps light and confident.
You've been in this mansion long enough to finally memorize every hallway perfectly well, and the correct path to get to every important location in the mansion.
You arrive at the kitchen, which, indeed, was deserted at this hour. You go in and look for something to eat. You make yourself a simple sandwich and drink some juice as well.
Since you spent the whole afternoon studying, you still hadn't eaten anything for dinner.
You've really been working hard these days. You're studying for the upcoming exams, as well as completing the missing assignments you need to hand in for each subject.
That's why you've been sleeping later than usual these days. Something Alfred definitely noticed. He told you to be more careful; you're still a little girl and should get a good night's sleep.
"I'm not a little girl, I'm a Wayne, and as such... I have to live up to it," you muttered to yourself as you continued eating.
That's what you would have responded to Alfred at that moment, but you didn't want to worry him further. Besides, you know he's just trying to be nice; there was no point in responding rudely to his genuine concern.
"I hope this time, with all the effort I'm putting in... My grades can finally be almost as perfect as Damian's."
You don't want to compare yourself to Damian, of course not. But... Sometimes it can't be helped. Not when every single teacher purposely repeats in your face that 'Damian is the perfect student,' pointing out how smart he is, how well he does in every subject, how quickly he grasps every explanation and topic.
And of course, you know what they mean; 'Damian is the perfect student, he lives up to the Wayne name. But... You don't.'
And you hate it, you hate how every time they make it clear that Damian is better than you your eyes fill with tears.
You know it, you know Damian is smart, you know he's cunning, he's a fast learner, he's even perfectly trained, he knows how to fight and use swords. Great, right? And what about you? Nothing... There's nothing relevant about you.
You hate the way the rest of the students usually sit near you, only to murmur amongst themselves about how much Damian excels in every area, while you... You seem almost invisible, in absolutely everything.
'Damian is a true Wayne. He proves he's someone who deserves his last name. But (y/n)... She's not special at all. She just has weird eyes, but there's nothing special about her besides that. She doesn't deserve the last name Wayne.'
You've really lost count of how many times you've heard other students say those kinds of things about you. They've whispered those kind of sarcastic words to each other, just to make you feel bad on purpose.
You always try to ignore it, that's what you've tried until now. But... Everything becomes so constant that you can't help but let it affect you.
The teachers and everyone at school believeβno, they confidently assertβthat Damian is better than you in every way; that he deserves to be a Wayne, and you don't.
And you can't take it anymore; you don't want them to keep thinking you're not good enough. So, this time you finally decided to put absolutely everything you could into doing better, spending almost all your free time studying.
Right now, you don't care about the dark circles under your eyes, you don't care about how tired you are, you don't care about how much you want to just rest and go to sleep, you don't care about having a late dinner and going to bed much later than usual.
No, none of that matters.
The only thing that matters is that you're putting in all your effort this time, just to reach Damian's perfect grades and for the others at school to finally see your worth, to see that you're not beneath Damian, and that you can do things just as well as he can when you put your mind to it.
To prove to yourself that you are capable of doing it, of achieving whatever you desire.
Once you finish dinner, you finally get up and leave the kitchen, walking through the mansion's hallways back to your room again.
Now that you've finished dinner, you only plan to study for a few more hours before finally going to sleep.
However, as you walked, you couldn't help but stop when you passed by a room, as you heard some voices.
The door was ajar, and when you approached, you could see Damian, Dick, and Jason inside, each in their vigilante outfits. They'd probably just finished a mission, which was why they were now dressed like that inside the mansion.
You were about to leave, not wanting them to find you there and scold you. However, you stopped when you heard them talking. You could clearly hear their conversation, and you couldn't help but feel curious about exactly what the three of them were talking about.
"I know exam season is coming up, I hope you study hard, Damian. But remember, it's also important to rest," Dick said, his tone as kind as ever, as he patted Damian on the head.
Damian grunts slightly in annoyance, pulling away slightly when Dick pats him on the head to stop him from doing it again.
"I don't need to study too much. I'll do perfectly well on the exam without needing to study for several hours," he declared, his tone confident. Of course, he relied on his own intelligence to get a perfect score on the exam. For Damian, studying for just a few hours would be enough to memorize enough information to pass the exam.
"My goodness... The little demon seems very confident this time." Jason mocked, trying to annoy Damian a little.
"Of course I am! I'm smart enough to pass the exam perfectly without too much effort. Unlike (y/n)! She's the only one who needs to study for days on end just to pass such a simple exam" Damian replied, a clear mocking smile on his lips as soon as he mentioned your name.
"Oh, you mean the little freak?" Jason asked, his tone nonchalant as he held his red helmet in his hands, seeming more interested in anything else than hearing about you.
"Ah... What do you mean by that? Is (y/n) doing badly in school?" Dick asked shortly after Jason, raising an eyebrow slightly in confusion.
Obviously, Dick had no idea how you were doing, and instead of asking you directly, he had simply assumed you were doing as well as Damian in school.
"Didn't you already know? (y/n) is doing terribly in school, her grades aren't high at all, and she's always late with her homework and projects. None of the teachers even like her," Damian replied, his tone indifferent. Although deep down... He was actually a little surprised that not even Dick knew about how you were doing in school.
"I-I didn't know it was like that. Doesn't Bruce know? I should do something to help (y/n) do better in school..." Dick stated, looking away for a moment. He can't deny that he feels a little bad for not having noticed you were having some trouble at school sooner. It's just... Since he doesn't get too close to you, he couldn't have known until now.
"Leave it like that, the little freak should learn to do better in school without help from her daddy." Jason's tone was mocking and indifferent, clearly not showing even the slightest bit of interest in your school situation.
Eventually, you get fed up with eavesdropping. Everything they say is ridiculous, and you don't need to listen to them anymore.
You quietly move away from the door, making sure no one can notice you were there. You decide to return to your own room.
The conversation the three of them had... It bothers you. For some reason, you really found it unpleasant to be the topic of their conversation.
And yes, you're having some trouble at school, your grades aren't perfect, and some of your teachers and classmates hate you. But that doesn't mean it's okay for Damian to talk about it with anyone else. He's telling it like it's something obvious everyone should have guessed about you.
And of course, you don't need Dick's fake concern either. You don't need one bit of his 'excellent big brother' kindness or concern.
And don't even mention Jason... You really didn't care about a single word he said. After all, he's the one who should be asking daddy for help and sending him to a psychologist, not you.
You don't care about his words, you just continue on your way back to your room.
When you finally arrive, you sigh softly and walk inside.
Entering your room reminded you of how tired you were. You let out a small yawn, unable to stop it; the fact that you're quite sleepy is quite evident in your expression.
You shake your head, trying to wipe the sleep off your face as you sit back down near the small desk in your room.
"I need to study more... Just a little more," you tell yourself, trying to ignore the sleepiness and tiredness as you prepare to study again.
You manage to study for ten more minutes, but just then someone knocks on your door.
You raise an eyebrow in surprise for a moment, you didn't expect someone to come to your room at this hour.
You get up from your chair and walk over to the door, assuming Alfred is probably the one who's come to see you. Probably to check on you for a late night.
But, the surprise in your eyes increases when you see Duke standing outside as soon as you open the door.
"Duke?" you asked quietly, your eyes fixed on him, wondering exactly what he was doing here. "Why are you here at this hour?"
Duke smiles nervously at your questions, realizing that it was very unexpected for you to see him here given that it's already a bit late at night.
"What happens is... Alfred told me that you've been sleeping very late studying lately," he stated quickly, trying to ignore the fact that in reality, he found out because after seeing you more exhausted than usual these days, he decided to insist on asking Alfred the reason why you were like that, since he wasn't sure that you would tell him if he asked you first.
Duke already knows that Alfred is the one who mainly takes care of you, he definitely knows everything about you all the time, that's why he asked him.
Duke couldn't help but worry about you. Because of course, you're his precious little sister now, and he's worried about everything that has to do with you.
And you noticed it... You noticed the way Duke's eyes looked at you with complete concern, almost like a concerned older brother.
"You... You came here because you're worried about me?" you asked, almost cautiously, wondering if this was true, Duke really... Could he be worried about you? A genuine concern that you haven't received until now from someone other than Alfred?
"Of course, (y/n)!" he replied in a firm tone, as if he was surprised that you were surprised that he cared about you in the first place.
"I know studying is important and that you're working hard to do well, but... You shouldn't neglect yourself in the process. You're still young, and sleeping too late will be detrimental to you. You need to rest."
You know Duke is right, you obviously don't like killing yourself trying to study as hard as possible to get a minimum of a perfect grade.
You're exhausted, you want to sleep, you want to forget about books, and you don't want the first thing you think about when you wake up in the morning to be studying again.
But... you can't. You can't stop doing it; your goal is clear: to get a grade equal to or even better than Damian's. That's why you've studied so hard these past few days; you're not willing to give up.
"I can't... I need to keep studying. I have to do it." Your voice was full of determination, your determination to do it perfectly well this time was intense.
"I'm not going to let Damian get too far ahead of me again. I'm sick of everyone comparing my terrible grades to the perfect grades he always gets..." you mumbled softly, looking down at the floor.
You didn't even dare tell Alfred that the reason you were trying so hard to study this time was related to Damian. You didn't tell him because you were afraid he'd think badly of you, so you preferred to keep your real reasons to yourself.
But now, you've just told Duke... You can't help but wonder what he'll say? Could he perhaps tell you that it would be impossible to surpass Damian? Or that what you're doing is pointless? Will he look at you disapprovingly?
But, what Duke actually did was... Unexpected for you.
He came closer, giving you a small pat on the head, almost as if in consolation.
"So that's why? Well... I'm glad you had the confidence to tell me the real reason why you're studying so much. And I understand... Little Damian has a lot of skills, it's not difficult for him to excel even in school" he began, sighing slightly as one of his hands gently ran through your hair.
"But... Damian isn't better than you. Just because his grades are a little better than yours doesn't make him better than you. You are you, and you are perfect just the way you are. So, don't let Damian make you feel bad about yourself over something like grades."
Your lips tremble slightly as you look down at the floor. Really... Is what you're hearing really true? You're afraid it's just a dream. You can't believe someone in this house can finally... understand you. Duke is being way too nice to you... None of the boys Bruce has brought home have ever been this nice to you.
It feels like... An older brother? Someone who genuinely cares about you. Who cares after seeing you so tired and hearing that you were studying too hard. Someone who doesn't mind coming to your room even at an hour like this, just to talk to you. Someone who doesn't judge you, who doesn't scold you, who tries to make you feel better.
You're strong. You've tried to be strong for yourself up until now, telling yourself you don't need anyone in this family, that you don't need your father or any of your brothers. Trying to avoid them all and live on your own, continuing in this mansion as if you didn't exist in the first place. In a solitary existence noticed and appreciated only by the butler, but not by any of those who were supposed to be your family.
'It's okay, I don't need a brother.' That's what you kept telling yourself, trying to convince yourself of that. You didn't want a brother; they'd all rejected you so far, so why would that change? You thought it would always be that way.
But now... Duke shows you that's not the case. He's here, for you and only you. Worried about you, saying kind words, trying to make you feel better.
As you think about it more, you feel tears begin to form in your eyes, rolling down your cheeks.
Unable to help yourself, you walk over to Duke and hug him tightly. He's a little surprised at first, but he soon reciprocates and hugs you back, leaning in close.
"I know you'll do well. If you need to keep studying, I'll help you. But for now, it's late and you should go to sleep." Duke's voice was kind and understanding. He really only wanted the best for you.
He gently cups your face, wiping away some of your tears with his thumb.
So, finally, you put your books aside and lie down on the bed, holding Toti tightly in your arms as you begin to feel calmer, the tears leaving you as you feel a warm sensation in your chest thanks to Duke's kind presence by your side.
Duke sits in a chair next to your bed, staying by your side the whole time until you fall deeply asleep.
Once he confirms that you are already asleep, he finally gets up and leaves the room.
Duke walks through the gloomy hallways of the mansion as he returns to his own room.
He can't help but mentally review everything that's happened recently. He didn't expect Damian to be the reason you were studying so hard.
Above all, he also noticed the fact that neither Bruce nor Dick were aware of this at all. That you had a complex about Damian at school, that you felt small compared to Damian's academic perfection, and that's why you wanted to surpass him this time, no matter how much you had to study and how bad it was for you.
Bruce is your father, he should already know about things like this. And Dick, the nice older brother who is kind and caring, should have noticed what was happening to you too.
So why didn't either of them notice? Why didn't either of them come looking for you, talk to you, and help you?
The only ones who cared about you were Alfred and him, no one else even knew.
β¦: (Here is finally chapter 10, sorry for the delay. I hope you liked it and thanks for reading. Also, I remind you that I use a translator to write in English, so excuse any mistakes.)
The days following your birthday were as normal and peaceful as ever.
You went to school, studied, hung out with your friends, and returned home to your parents.
You had to go to dinner, so you left your room and went downstairs, walking towards the kitchen.
You paused for a moment, staring at the wall beside you. It was filled with family portraits. Some were from when you were younger, and others were more recent.
Your parents always enjoyed taking family portraits regularly, so there's at least one new one every year.
A smile spreads across your lips as you look at the portraits hanging on the wall.
Even if some are from several years ago and others are more recent, they're all similar; since in each one, the three of you are together, smiling happily, anyone who saw you would undoubtedly realize what a perfect happy family you are.
And you're glad, you're so glad that your home and your life with your parents has been as perfect as it has been up until now.
Finally, you tear your gaze away from the portraits and continue on your way, heading for the kitchen.
When you walk into the kitchen, you see that the food is ready and your parents are already sitting at the table.
You smile widely and walk over, sitting down in your seat as you grab a plate, ready to serve yourself and enjoy the delicious food your mom already has ready.
Dinner goes on normally, you enjoy the food, until you realize something is... Strange.
This dinner seems to be unusually quiet. And your parents are supposed to always like to talk at least a little at mealtimes, so why isn't that the case this time?
Besides the fact that they haven't said anything so far, the atmosphere also feels a little tense.
You stop eating, staring at your parents with a serious expression, hoping they'll finally be able to explain to you why they're acting this way and what's going on.
Your mother notices your expression instantly and realizes you want to know what's going on. So she agrees and finally starts talking.
"(y/n)... Your father and I have something important to tell you." He began, sighing lightly, his expression slightly worried as he looked at your father for a moment.
"The thing is... Your father lost his job."
Your eyes widen in surprise at the unexpected news.
Your father worked for a small company here in Metropolis. And his work had been going pretty well so far, but... From what your mother tells you, it seems the company had some major financial problems, and they'll have to close. And now, your father is out of a job.
"We... What will we do now?" You asked softly, your expression filled with concern. Your eyes shifted to your father, looking to him for an answer.
You know there are too many expenses, your father was the only one in charge of the money, so without your father's job, they would practically not be able to continue living the comfortable life they had until now.
"A friend recommended me for a good position at another company. The only problem is... We'll have to move."
You freeze for a moment. He said... Move? You'll have to leave the city? But your whole life was here in Metropolis. The house you grew up in is here, the place you know is here, your friends and loved ones are here. This is your home, you never thought you'd have to leave it.
You wanted to protest, but you stopped as soon as you saw your parents' expressions... You realized that obviously, this isn't easy for them either.
You don't want to leave here, but... It's best if your father can find a good job as soon as possible, so even if they have to move, there's no choice.
And honestly, you don't want to be selfish and complain, when you know that your parents have always tried to do the best for you and give you a good life.
"I... I understand." Your gaze lowers for a moment, trying to finish processing the fact that you really do have to leave the city you've grown up in your entire life up until now.
"I know it'll be difficult, but there's no other way. The job your father is being offered is a good opportunity, even if we have to leave," your mother said, reaching out to pat you comfortingly on the shoulder.
"We'll be fine... Moving to another city can be... refreshing." He added quietly, with a small laugh, trying to lighten the mood.
Hearing your mother's laugh makes you smile slightly. She's as positive as ever.
"I guess you're right... It might be interesting to get to know a new city," you stated, finally starting to feel a little more comfortable with the situation. Yeah, starting to live in a new city probably isn't so bad after all.
"So... which city are we going to?" you asked, looking at them curiously. You definitely wanted to know exactly which city your new home was supposed to be soon.
"Oh, the city we're going to is Gotham," your father replied, in a calm tone.
"Wait... We're going to Gotham?!" Your eyes widen in complete surprise once again, almost jumping a little in surprise.
You didn't expect it... The city you have to move to is Gotham? That dark city, full of criminals everywhere?
"I know it might not sound very good... But really, the job opportunity they're offering your father there is one he can't turn down. We... We'll be able to adapt to Gotham, we must."
Once again, you want to protest. Why does it have to be Gotham specifically out of all the other cities in existence?
You've never been to the city before, but there's enough on the internet about Gotham to know it's not exactly a peaceful or colorful place.
Not with villains as dangerous as the Joker, among many of the other villains in that city.
But before you can start complaining about why they have to go to Gotham specifically, your mother interrupts you.
"(y/n)... I understand that Gotham isn't exactly a city you'd like to go to, I understand that it's a bit difficult for you. But please... Your father can't let that job opportunity go, we need it, we can't refuse to go to Gotham just on a whim." She said, with a calm and understanding tone as she looked at you.
She understood that finding out you'd have to move to Gotham wasn't easy for you. As a mother, she definitely didn't want to make things complicated for you, but this time it was inevitable; it was the only option they had left.
Your eyes meet your mother's understanding gaze. You understand; you know they didn't choose this, and neither did you. You know that sometimes inevitable things happen that no one expects, and the only thing you can do is try to cope.
This is your home, it always has been. But really... Anywhere is your true home as long as your parents are there, isn't it?
You sigh softly, your expression one of resignation as you speak. "I understand... This is the only option we have. And... The most important thing above all else is that we stay together. It doesn't matter what city we're in, as long as we stay together as the family we are."
Both your father and mother smile with relief at seeing that you're finally accepting it. They both stand up and approach you, giving you a hug.
"Thank you for understanding, princess... I promise you that as soon as things get better, we can come back here. We'll only be in Gotham for a while; as soon as we have the chance, we'll come back here." Your father assured you, his tone calm but confident, promising that at some point they would return here to their life in Metropolis, to make you feel more at ease.
You can't help but smile slightly at your father's words; his calm, sincere tone gives you comfort. And of course, you believe his words. You'll always trust your precious father completely.
And so, the night ends. Although things were too surprising and unexpected at first, both your mother and father helped you feel better about the idea of moving away, convincing you that it would be the best thing for now and that their lives in Gotham wouldn't be bad.
So, trusting his words completely, you finally accepted it completely. You have to move to Gotham with your parents.
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The following days, you and your parents began packing the most important things, preparing for the move that will be coming soon.
"Gosh... Are you really going to Gotham?" Emma asked softly, hardly believing that you were actually going, as she helped you pack some of your things from your room, putting them in boxes.
"Emma... (y/n) already made it clear, and we're literally just helping her pack right now, so it's obvious she's really leaving," Olivia stated, letting out a small, impatient snort.
"Don't scold her, I know it's hard to believe. After all, even I didn't expect to end up moving to Gotham at some point," you replied, letting out a small laugh as you continued packing some of your things into your suitcases.
"Well, it's not all bad..." Emma began, smiling widely as she tried to think of some positive aspects of moving to Gotham. "If you're lucky, you might meet Batman! Or some of the other vigilantes in Gotham. They're sure to be cute and cool!"
At Emma's words you couldn't help but shake your head slightly, those weren't things that interested you.
"No, thanks, but no. I don't need to meet some vigilante in a weird suit in the middle of the night in the city. My luck will be better if I don't run into any vigilantes or criminals. I don't need to get close to any other Gotham citizens."
Olivia laughs lightly, amused by your words.
"Oh, come on... You can't be so negative. You're going to a new city, you should take advantage of it and meet more people there."
Emma nods in agreement, quickly approaching you and giving you a small pat on the shoulder.
"Olivia is right. If you're going somewhere new, take the opportunity to meet new people too. Besides... Who knows, maybe in Gotham you might finally find your red thread, the person meant for you!"
As soon as Emma mentions the red string, you can't help but think for a moment.
Well, you haven't met your destined soulmate yet, so it's obvious that person isn't here. So... What if your soulmate is in Gotham? Could you finally meet him?
You shake your head for a moment, knowing this isn't the time to think about it too much. Instead, you focus on finishing packing your things with the help of your friends.
And finally... Moving day has arrived. You said goodbye early to your friends, and your parents said goodbye to their own friends and neighbors, and finally you all got in the car, headed for Gotham.
The drive was peaceful, although it seemed a bit long, almost eternal. It was probably because you were a little nervous. You'd never been to Gotham before, and going there for the first time in your life was a completely new experience.
With every passing minute, you feel further away from Metropolis but closer to Gotham.
It's amazing how the weather changes from one place to another, because while in Metropolis there were clear skies, with the bright sun high above, here in Gotham the sky was cloudy, and it was raining a little too.
Definitely... It's different.
You're well aware that Gotham isn't the same as Metropolis. But the real question is whether you'll actually be able to adapt to this new city.
Finally, the trip is over; you've arrived. As you step out of the car, your nerves return, reminding you that you're in a completely unfamiliar city.
All around you, you can hear the normal hustle and bustle of any city. You feel the small drops of cold water fall on you and your hair, almost as if welcoming you to this new beginning in a city like this.
You soon get to know your new home; it's a decent apartment, big enough for you and your parents to live in.
You're relieved to see that at least the new apartment they'll be living in isn't so bad, it's nice and comfortable enough, with enough space for you three.
It's been a few days since you arrived in Gotham, you still haven't managed to get into a school here, so for now you're just resting and spending time at home with your mother.
You don't like going out much right now because, first of all, Gotham is still completely unknown to you. And above all, you're afraid that going out on the street might end up getting you mugged or something, given the high crime rate here.
You sigh softly as you look out your bedroom window. It's still raining... It certainly seems to rain quite often here. The rain here seems almost eternal.
Since the day you arrived, the sun hasn't shone here for a second. It's always cloudy and rainy. The weather is too gray for a gray city like this... It was to be expected, to tell the truth.
But you can't help but feel increasingly bored here. Spending time alone in your room these days is becoming too much to bear.
You want to step outside for a moment... But at the same time, you don't want to.
So, you don't know what's stronger, your boredom or your fear of going out into the unknown streets of Gotham.
Finally, after a little more time, you realize it: the boredom is greater. This time, you can't stand it anymore.
You get out of bed and get ready to go outside. You also think about asking your mother to join you for a bit, but she can't because she's busy preparing dinner, so you'll really have to go out on your own this time.
There's a store a few blocks from where you live, so you decide to go there, buy some things, and then quickly return home to your mother.
"Don't forget to take an umbrella with you. It's raining outside, and I don't want you to get sick." Your mother reminded you from the kitchen, knowing full well that sometimes you're so forgetful or distracted that you forget important things, like an umbrella.
"Yeah, I know." You let out a small snort, grabbing an umbrella. You were really about to leave without it, but as always, your mom was there to remind you of the important things.
Once finally ready, you leave the apartment.
Stepping out onto the streets of Gotham, you are greeted by the crisp, cold air, and the rain-soaked ground as well.
You ignore the weather as you walk leisurely toward the store. Along the way, you see many people passing by, all immersed in their own worlds.
You hear the sirens of a police car on another street, and you can't help but wonder what just happened. But hey, this is probably common in Gotham; you should get used to the noise a little, too.
So, ignoring the hustle and bustle of the streets and everything else, you focus on continuing to walk calmly.
Once you finally arrive at the store, you smile slightly as you walk in, happy that you've successfully reached your goal without getting mugged by any robbers in the process.
When you enter the store, you walk down the aisles, looking at each shelf and choosing what you want to buy.
You end up choosing some drinks, and some candy too. So, you head to the register to pay for what you ordered.
Before you, at the checkout was a rather tall man who had bought a pack of cigarettes, so you waited for him to leave before finally walking over and paying for your own things.
Once you've paid, you pack your belongings into a bag and then calmly walk out of the store.
You hold up your umbrella again to protect yourself from the rain once you're back in the cold weather outside.
But, before you leave, you stop, noticing that the same man who was in the store earlier is now outside, smoking one of the cigarettes he bought.
You wonder why that guy decided to smoke right outside the store... You sneak a look at him for a moment, until he seems to notice and turns to you as well. As soon as that happens, you quickly look away, pretending you weren't looking at him.
You try to quickly think of what to do, you know the best option is to simply continue on your way and return to the department.
But... Before you can take a step, you remember that the man smoking doesn't seem to be carrying an umbrella either.
'Why didn't he bring an umbrella? He knows it's raining, he should have brought one. He could get sick from the rain...' you thought, with a look of doubt and worry.
You know you don't need to worry, but you can't help it. So, letting your worry get the better of you, you decide to be a little impulsive and finally approach him.
"Uh.. E-excuse me, don't you have an umbrella?" You asked, a small nervous giggle escaping your lips as your eyes met his.
He stares at you for a moment, raising an eyebrow at your question, as if he wasn't expecting it at all.
"No, I don't have one, but I don't need one." He replied, his tone cautious, though there was also a hint of curiosity about you; he'd never seen you around here before.
From his response, you instantly realize what kind of person this man is. He's probably a little bitter, right? Or maybe everyone in Gotham is like that.
You don't know... But what you know for sure is that he won't just accept your offer of your umbrella.
It's not that you're really keen to protect a stranger from the rain and hand them your own umbrella. But... You can't help but want to. Just out of kindness.
"Then... You can take mine, I'll be fine, I live very close by. Bye!" you said quickly, pushing your umbrella towards him and then turning around and running away, preventing him from being able to refuse your umbrella.
You run back to your apartment building, panting slightly once you finally arrive.
Gosh... It was really lucky that you didn't slip while running through the wet streets.
Your hair and clothes are now slightly soaked due to the rain, but you don't care.
Honestly, you don't even know why you felt the need to give your umbrella to a stranger smoking outside the store. Although, it doesn't really matter now; after all, you already did it.
Okay, this will be your act of kindness for the day. You sigh softly as you head back into the apartment, preparing to be scolded by your mother for losing your umbrella and getting soaked in the rain.
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Jason's eyes remain open almost in surprise for a moment longer, looking in the direction you ran.
Then his eyes wander to the umbrella in his hands that you gave him.
Of course, he doesn't need the umbrella or anyone's kindness, he was going to reject you and give you back the umbrella, but he couldn't do it as soon as you ran away.
Unable to help it, a small, amused smile spreads across his lips, making his expression no longer as serious or hard as it usually appears.
He's a little amused to remember the way you approached him, your quick, nervous words, and the way you ran away in the rain was even funnier.
"How unexpected..." Jason muttered to himself, putting out his cigarette and setting it aside.
It was extremely rare in Gotham for someone to be willing to care and make a kind gesture for someone as intimidating-looking as him.
No one in Gotham is too kind, because genuine kindness in a city like this is completely unnecessary to survive here.
Which makes him wonder if you're actually from Gotham, or if you actually come from somewhere else... Well, it's probably the latter.
Jason has lived long enough on the streets of Gotham to know that you should never be unnecessarily kind, especially to someone you don't know and who doesn't seem exactly trustworthy.
Yet you... You don't seem to know much about it.
If you're really new here, maybe I should look you up and check on you from time to time, just to make sure you don't get into trouble thanks to your naive kindness.
He can't help but feel a little more curious about you, so he'll definitely make sure to see you again soon.
Jason takes the umbrella, using it to cover himself from the rain as he turns and walks away from the store.
For now, he should focus on getting back to Crime Alley and solving some important issues. But as soon as he can... He'll definitely come back here, to try to meet you again.
β¦:(Here's chapter two, I hope you liked it. It took me a little longer than I thought to publish it because I made it a little longer than I originally planned. // And now that Reader has arrived in Gotham, this is when her encounters with each member of the batfam begin. I chose Jason to start, but in the next chapters Reader will meet the other characters π.)
Well, to all my followers, I apologize for being away from here for a while and for abandoning my first serie.
The problem is that the next chapter was harder to write. I lost motivation and couldn't find a way to write the next chapter of "Special and Unique." So I decided to take a break before picking it up and trying again.
But now I'm back, with a new idea too. I hope you enjoyed the new series, "The Red Thread." And don't worry, this doesn't mean I'm completely abandoning the "Special and Unique" seriesβI'm not. I plan to publish the next chapter of that series as soon as I regain my creativity. But I definitely won't abandon my first story.
β. Without further ado, thanks for reading. If you have any questions, don't hesitate to ask :)
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"Once upon a time... There was a beautiful princess with long hair and bright eyes, she was sweet and kind. That young princess lived happily, waiting patiently and excitedly for the love of her life; her soul mate. She dreamed of a polite and attractive prince, one who was so kind and sweet but at the same time protective and intelligent."
"The young princess gazed at the moon from her balcony every night, letting out small sighs of love and longing. She politely asks the moon that her beloved prince will soon arrive, that the red thread will finally appear on one of her fingers and lead her to meet her destined man. She asks for it every night; her longing and excitement never fade. She has infinite faith that the magical red thread will finally appear and unite her with the most handsome prince possible."
"So... After a few months, it finally happens. The beautiful princess wakes up, and sees the thin red thread wrapped around her pinky finger. Finally, fate is ready to show her her destined match; the prince of the neighboring kingdom."
Your eyes sparkled with excitement as soon as you heard that the princess finally had her red string of fate. "Great! What happens next? Tell me, Mom" you asked, your expression filled with curiosity as you leaned closer to your mother.
She smiles widely at the excitement and curiosity in your eyes, and reaches out to lightly stroke your hair, while her other hand continues to hold the storybook.
"In the end... The princess and the prince fell in love instantly, the red thread that tied them together making them both so happy. They got married, and lived happily ever after. The End"
Upon hearing the happy ending, you couldn't help but clap softly with joy. All stories about the red thread of fate always have happy endings, and of course this one would be no exception. This was just one of the many children's stories about the magical red thread of fate.
And this might seem like fiction, mere fantasy... But it wasn't. The red thread did exist in real life, and it was something almost magical, and completely special, so everyone longed to have it.
"Mom, I want to meet my prince too! I want the red string to appear soon and show me my soulmate!" You exclaimed, jumping happily on the bed.
Then your father enters the room, chuckling softly at the sight of you jumping on the bed like that. He already knew how much you loved stories about the red thread of fate.
"Not now, princess. You're too little... You'll meet your soulmate in the future when you're older. For now, you don't need the red string. Just focus on getting a good night's sleep, my little princess." He smiles, approaching you and helping you lie down on the bed, covering you with the blanket.
You pouted, wanting to complain, but stopped when your father gave you a small kiss on your cheek, and then your mother gave you a kiss on your other cheek as well.
They both say goodbye, wishing you goodnight, and turn off the light. You snuggle up comfortably against your pillows, cuddling your favorite stuffed animal as you finally close your eyes, drifting off into a deep sleep.
You slowly open your eyes and see that everything around you is completely dark. You look around, but you can't see anything at all.
You look down, noticing a thin red thread wrapped around one of the fingers of your left hand. Your eyes widen in surprise when you notice it.
Curious, you try to follow the red thread, wondering where it will lead. But everything remains completely black; you can't see the other end of the thread.
"Why is this happening?" you asked quietly to yourself. However, suddenly, you felt the red thread on your finger tug at you, pulling you in a specific direction.
You try to avoid it, you try to free yourself from the thread, but you can't. It remains tightly tied to you and continues to drag you, until finally... You feel like you're falling into the void, everything is still dark, you feel like you're falling down an endless cliff.
And finally... You wake up.
Your breathing is slightly labored, with cold sweat running down your forehead.
You quickly reach out and turn on the light in your room. You take a deep breath, trying to calm down a bit.
"Ah... This strange nightmare again." You sigh softly, running one of your hands through your messy hair.
You're definitely tired of this kind of thing. You have no idea why, but you tend to have at least one strange nightmare about the red string every week.
Your nightmares range from the red thread dragging you off a cliff, to the red thread wrapping itself around you and trapping you, to even once dreaming that one end of the red thread chased you and tied itself around your finger.
"It's... Ridiculous." You let out a small, irritated huff, not understanding why these nightmares about the red thread keep coming back.
But you obviously don't plan on wasting time worrying about silly dreams. So you decide to turn the light off again and go back to sleep.
After all, tomorrow is your 19th birthday, you need a good night's sleep to wake up in a great mood on such an important day as tomorrow.
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Today is your birthday, as soon as you wake up your mom and dad are already in your room, singing the happy birthday song for you.
You smile widely as you get out of bed, hugging your parents as they continue to wish you a happy birthday.
Ah... Definitely nothing will ever be better than this. Your life is perfect simply because you have your parents, the two most important people in your entire life.
They have taken care of showering you with love all these years, they have raised you in the best way possible, and they have given you a peaceful and happy life.
You've always felt like nothing else matters if you have them... Because you know, they'll always be there for you. Because you'll always be Daddy's adorable princess, and you'll always be Mommy's sweet little girl.
The day goes by peacefully. Your parents take you shopping to buy you whatever you want, then you go to a nice restaurant to eat, you enjoy your birthday cake, and you spend the rest of the afternoon celebrating with your friends.
Once again, a perfect birthday like the ones before. It's always nice when you spend time with your family, and you definitely love celebrating with your friends too. They're so much fun and you always have a good time around them.
The day is finally over. After celebrating as much as possible, it's finally nighttime, and it's time to rest. You're in your room, getting ready for bed.
At one point, your gaze wanders out the window. You catch a glimpse of the bright moon outside, and you can't help but stare at it for a moment.
As you gaze at the moon, you remember one of the stories your mother used to tell you when you were little, about the princess who prayed to the moon every night to have her red thread soon so she could meet her destined love. In the end, she succeeds and meets a prince, her destined love.
You know it's a children's story, but... You can't help but be a little curious, so you decide to try the same thing as the princess in the story.
You move closer to the window, sighing softly, your eyes still fixed on the moon.
"Moon... Please, let me discover who my red thread is soon. Show me soon who is destined for me, please..." you murmured softly, closing your eyes for a moment, imagining the day when the long-awaited red thread of destiny finally appears on your finger.
Even if you've had those strange nightmares about the red thread, it never affected your great enthusiasm and curiosity to finally find your red thread.
Two of your friends already have it, and you've seen them very happy together with their destined partners.
On top of everything else... Your main and best perspective on the red thread of destiny is thanks to your parents. They, too, are connected by the red thread.
And definitely... Your parents are a prime example of the perfect couple. Since you were little, you've absolutely adored how great they look together.
Seeing their excellent relationship is what fills you with excitement to find a love similar to the one they have.
You truly long to feel the trust, love, and appreciation your parents have for each other. You hope the red thread will soon show you your true love.
"I would like... My destined partner to be tall and attractive, and I also want him to have beautiful blue or green eyes." You asked softly, smiling broadly as you continued to imagine what your destined partner could look like.
"I want... Someone who is very intelligent, who is strong, who loves animals, who loves coffee as much as I do."
You continued to muse quietly, an amused smile on your lips. You looked away for a moment, catching sight of the small drawing you'd left on your desk. It was of a bat, and you only made it for your homework.
"Oh... And make it like a bat too!" you joked, laughing lightly as you finally moved away from the window.
You thought it would be fun to wander around in thoughts about what your destined partner will be like, but it's already late, so you decide to leave things there and finally go to sleep, thus ending the day.
β¦: (Here's chapter 1. I hope you enjoyed it. I'm using a translator to write this in English, so I apologize for any mistakes. If you have any questions about the story, feel free to ask. :D)
The Red Thread of Destiny... It's a thin red thread tied to one of your fingers, while the other end is tied to someone else's finger. It's the thread that binds you to your destined love, your soulmate, your other halfβeveryone calls them by different names... But in the end, it's still the same: the red thread binds you to your destined partner.
It sounds incredible, doesn't it? That at some point in your life, out of nowhere, you notice a thin red thread magically appear tied to one of your fingers. And then... The other end of the thread is tied to the true love of your life, the person destined for you.
All you have to do is wait patiently for your red thread to appear, and then wait for this magical thread to show you who your soulmate is. And once you meet him... Everything will be perfect. Because it is, it should be. The Red Thread is perfect, and it brings everyone the luck of finding their destined partner.
So, no one has to worry about love. When that incredible red thread appears, it will show you the perfect person to be your love.
The Red Thread not only unites couples, not only unites two people... It unites souls, it unites hearts, it unites lives.
Because no bond will ever be stronger than the red thread. The indestructible red thread that ties you to your destined partner for the rest of your life.
Once it appears, it never goes away, because nothing and no one will ever be able to destroy something that destiny itself was responsible for uniting.
Absolutely everyone waits with patience, curiosity and enthusiasm for the Red thread to appear and unite them with their soulmate.
And you did it too since you were little, smiling broadly before bed as you imagined who your soulmate would be. Your heart beat with joy just imagining that in the future you would meet the person destined for you, your soulmate, your true love.
The years passed, and finally, when you were 19, it finally happened, the Red thread you had waited so long for was on your finger.
But wait... Why is there more than one thread? There are five different red threads tied to your fingers; the five fingers on your left hand each have a red thread. Why? How is this possible?
It was strange... You never heard of someone with more than one red thread of fate, and you had not one or two, but five, it was totally unexpected.
But it all got worse when you realized... The five red threads you had connected you to every single one of Gotham's vigilantes; Batman, Robin, Red Hood, Red Robin, even Nightwing!
How is this possible? Your mind spins, panicking to discover who your soulmates are, the ones you're connected to by the Red String. And you also feel nervous, not knowing what to do.
All you want to do is hide under a rock so they'll never find you. But... It's too late. They already know you're the woman the Red Thread binds them to.
And unfortunately for you... None of them are willing to let you go, ever.
You are their soulmate, you are their destiny, you are meant for them and nothing you do changes that.
You belong with them.
β¦: (Well... This idea for a new series came to me out of nowhere, and I thought it was interesting, so I wanted to write it. I hope you liked it.)
You giggle happily as you run around the house, Erick and Abel chasing you, exclaiming about how ridiculously fast you are.
Erick is four years older than you, while Abel is only two. You know perfectly well that they could easily catch up to a little girl like you, but they don't. They prefer to pretend you're faster than them just to make you happy.
They always have, doing everything to make you happy.
After a bit more running around the house, Erick finally decides to catch up to you, hugging you from behind and stopping you from running.
"Cielos... Esta princesa es demasiado rΓ‘pida, por poco realmente no te alcanzΓ³". ("Good heavens... This princess is too fast. I almost didn't catch up to you") Erick stated, smiling broadly as he lifted you into his arms, carrying you. You were definitely always amazed by the way Erick carried you whenever he could, no matter how heavy you were, he always used to carry you as if you were as light as a feather.
"AsΓ es, nuestra pequeΓ±a (y/n) es realmente asombrosa! ". ("That's right, our little (y/n) is truly amazing!") Abel exclaimed between laughs, approaching you to give you a small pat on the head.
You couldn't erase the genuine smile that spread across your lips as you enjoyed playing with your precious older cousins.
At one point, without realizing it, you tripped over something and fell, unable to stop yourself from crying as you felt a slight pain as you fell. Your crying instantly worried Erick and Abel, who rushed over to you. Erick gently picked you up from the ground, his warm, protective arms wrapped around you while Abel's worried gaze scanned you, trying to determine if you had any serious injuries.
Abel sighed softly in relief when he realized you weren't hurt. He comforted you, telling you everything was okay as he reached out to gently brush the tears away from your small face, while Erick continued to hold you in his arms, keeping you safe.
Shortly after, your mother and aunt finish preparing the food, so everyone goes to the table and eats together, enjoying the delicious food while Erick and Abel each sit next to you.
Gosh... You really don't need anything else, you just need them. Those who were like older brothers to you, them... Who were always there to comfort you, to dry your tears and tell you that everything would be okay. You adored the kind and sincere words Abel always had for you, you adored the way Erick always protected you from everything, hugging you, his warm embrace seeming to keep you away from everything that could hurt you. You loved them... They are your true family.
You sigh lightly after remembering that moment from your childhood, it's just one of the many memories you have of when Abel and Erick took care of you.
As you stand near the desk in your room, you can't help but sigh slightly, looking out the small window with nostalgia.
"Abel, Erick... I miss you, so much," you murmured softly to yourself, unable to help but sigh again.
You're still worried because neither your aunt nor they have called you, constantly wondering why this is happening.
You try to push away the feeling of worry, concentrating instead on your notebook on the desk.
Math homework... You hate it, it's just annoying. You definitely couldn't tell if you hated math or Damian more.
You look at your homework in your notebook with complete disgust and contempt, mentally wondering whether it's worth the effort or not.
Anyway, you know that even if you do it, the math teacher will still scold you for everything, and Damian will still tell you that you're so stupid you don't understand math. So, whether you do it or not doesn't change anything, so why bother?
You close the notebook and put it back in your backpack, instantly... You feel a slight sense of guilt.
"MamΓ‘ decΓa que hacer las tareas de la escuela es importante... " ("Mom said doing homework is important...") You said softly, frowning in resignation as you took out your notebook again and put it on your desk, finally starting to do your homework.
You didn't want to do your homework, you were planning on not doing it, but... Remembering what your mother used to tell you made you reflect and finally do it.
After all, no matter how much time passes, you'll always remember everything your mother used to tell you perfectly well, you'll always heed her words. And if that means having to do the math homework you hate so much... Well, it doesn't matter, you'll do it, just because you know that's what your mother would have wanted.
You remember perfectly how, back in your school in Mexico, you loved every single subject; you were good at everything and found them all fairly easy to understand. But since you started studying here in Gotham, that changed... Every single subject in class became too complicated for you; you struggled to understand them; you simply could never concentrate enough to fully grasp them.
Maybe it was because your school in Mexico was very small and a public school, and maybe that's why things weren't as difficult there and you found it easy, while here in Gotham, you attend a popular private school filled with a myriad of different subjects and different teachers. Maybe that's why you're not doing well at Gotham High School now, or maybe it's simply because you hate Gotham, and your school, too.
After nearly an hour of struggling to finish your math homework, you finally finish, smiling broadly and proudly at yourself for finally finishing it. You look up, glancing out the small window in your room, noticing that it's raining outside.
Gosh, it really rains quite often here. But that's okay, you've always liked the rain.
As you idly watched the rain fall outside, another small memory appeared in your mind:
You were about six years old, your mother and aunt were gone, you were left in the care of your cousins.
As you looked out the window, you saw it was raining outside. You loved watching it rain outside, feeling calm as you watched it, so you sat down and stared at the window. Abel and Erick sat quietly beside you, staring at the window as well.
You still remember when you innocently asked them both if they also liked watching it rain outside. They laughed and said no, that it was boring watching it rain outside, but they only did it for you. That if that's what you wanted to do, they'd do the same and stay by your side.
You laughed too, the three of you laughed together as you looked out the window again, together.
You let out a small sigh after remembering them once more. You know, you know you'd give anything to be able to look out the window while it rains outside with them by your side once more.
Nostalgia floods your chest once again, and without being able to help it, you open one of the drawers and take out some blank sheets of paper, take a pencil and start drawing.
Do you remember... Erick's black hair, it was short and regularly tidy, he is tall, do you remember the dark color of his eyes, do you remember... The gentle and soft smile that always adorned his face every time he saw you.
When you finish drawing Erick based on what you remember of him, you smile slightly to yourself. Then, you take another blank sheet of paper, and now you begin to draw Abel.
Remember... Abel's brown hair, his hair almost always looked pretty messy, his hair was only a little longer than Erick's. His eyes were light brown, and... You also remember the wide, cheerful smile he always had on his face whenever you saw him.
When you finish drawing them, you can't help but feel proud and happy with the result.
Of course, you weren't the best artist in the world, but you loved all your drawings, simply because you drew them yourself. And these two drawings in particular will definitely be your favorites from now on, because they're drawings of two of the people you value most in your life.
You lean your head against the desk, letting out a small snort as you continue to hear the small drops of rain hitting the window.
You can't help but wonder... Do you really have to stay here forever? Your life at Wayne Manor isn't a life at all; it's simply your attempt to outlive your siblings. Here, you're ignored and ostracized by what's supposed to be your family, even your father.
Alfred is the only one who cares about you, always. He's looked out for you, even trying several times to include you in family activities, like watching movies together or having meals together. But now you've always rejected that, because you know you're not welcome to them, they don't need you around. They're perfectly fine living together with you away.
And that's okay, you don't care anymore. But what you really want is... Not to stay here forever. It's become clear to you that you don't belong in this mansion, you don't belong in this family. But it wasn't always like this, you haven't always been out of place... Before you came here, you had a home, one where you fit in perfectly, where you were loved and appreciated, where no one ever ignored you.
Every week, every month, every year passes... You can't help but miss your old life, your home in Mexico, more and more. You want to go back, to where you truly belong. You want to be with your aunt, with your cousins, you want to laugh happily while playing with Erick and Abel, you want to taste again the delicious food your aunt used to make.
You want to be in a quiet place, a place where you truly belong. You want to return to your old life, a life that circumstances forced you to leave behind.
You want to go back to the house you used to live in with your mother. Years have passed, and you don't want to forget what your precious old home was like. You want to touch the walls, sit on the living room couch where you always used to sit and watch cartoons, see your old little room with your favorite colored walls and your old toys, go into your mother's room so you can remember her better.
And yes, you're sure that if you set foot back in that house you'll definitely cry a lot, for the memories, for having had to leave that place even though deep down you didn't want to, for having spent so much time away from your true home.
But it's okay, you promise yourself; you will definitely return, return to your country, to the house you grew up in, where you truly belong. You probably won't be able to go anytime soon, but you'll make sure you go at some point.
After all... Anyone is always destined to return to their true roots.
Today, as usual, you went to the kitchen to have breakfast, when you arrived, you saw Alfred, who was already preparing breakfast for the others.
You sit down and eat your own food alone, since obviously, it's been a long time since you've had breakfast with the rest of the family, you prefer to eat breakfast in the kitchen, alone and with only Alfred around.
"Miss (y/n)... I would like to inform you that a new member will soon be joining the family," Alfred said, his tone as calm as ever as he continued to carefully prepare food for the others.
You froze almost instantly. A new member in the family? Bruce really dares to adopt someone new even though he can't even handle the children he already has? You let out a small sigh as you continue eating breakfast, thinking that Bruce definitely seems to enjoy adopting children more than you initially thought.
Alfred continued to tell you a little more about the newest member of the family. He's Duke Thomas, he's older than you, and now that he's been adopted by Bruce, he'll be arriving at the mansion soon to begin his new life here.
You can't help but mentally wonder about him. What's his personality like? Duke... Does he ignore you the same way your other siblings do? You don't know the answer. You want to feel hopeful, want to think he's different, that he might be the first person in this family who treats you well. A good older brother.
But you quickly push that thought away, not wanting to get your hopes up, not anymore. Whatever he is, it doesn't matter to you. He's just another of Bruce's children, someone new to this family, and you don't belong in this family, so it's none of your business.
Today you were tidying and cleaning your room. You preferred to do it yourself. Alfred already did too much for you; you didn't want him to have to take care of your room too. Besides, you told him you'd like to do it yourself because you find it entertaining, and cleaning and tidying really keeps you calm.
So, you took advantage of today to do it, because today you didn't have classes and you don't have any pending assignments, it's an excellent day to tidy up.
While you were doing it, you were quietly singing a Spanish song that you liked.
You liked to sing to yourself at times like these, mainly because when you were younger, you used to do the same with your mother. She always used to sing songs while she cooked or cleaned the house.
You loved listening to her sing, and as soon as you learned to talk, you tried to sing along with your mother too. The two of you sang together; Mom always said you had 'the voice of an angel.'
You smile slightly at the memory, as you continue singing to yourself. The habit of singing like this never left you, not even when your mother left. Or rather... You continue doing it precisely for that reason; because it reminds you of the sweet moments you spent with your mother. You don't want to ever lose a habit you learned from your mother.
Also... It was because of things like this that you liked the fact that your room was quite far away from the other family members' rooms. So, you could sing peacefully without worrying about someone hearing you. They could only hear you singing if they were literally right next to your door. And well... Obviously, no one would ever do that, so they'd never catch you singing, you thought.
Although... Fate would soon prove you wrong.
Duke walked through the mansion's long hallways. Great... He got lost again. He still finds it incredible how huge this mansion seems. Since he's only been here a short time, he still hasn't learned much about this place, so he can't help but get lost from time to time while walking through the mansion's hallways.
However, this time it seems worse. He no longer recognizes the hallways he's in now. It's probably because he hadn't been to this side of the mansion yet. At that moment, something pulls him out of his thoughts... He manages to hear a voice coming from one of the rooms. As he approaches the door, he hears it...
A girl's soft, sweet voice sounds like she's singing in Spanish. Duke is a little surprised at first, but he can't help but feel drawn to listening to her sing. It was the first time he'd heard a girl sing with such a soft, sweet voice.
Being too distracted while listening to you sing, Duke accidentally approached and leaned too much on the door, but since the door was ajar, it opened instantly and he fell to the floor.
Your eyes widen in surprise at the sight. But you calm down a little when you know it's Duke; you recognize him since Alfred had also shown you a picture of him. Still, you can't help but wonder why he's here, and what exactly he's doing at your door.
Duke's face turns red, completely nervous about being caught listening to you through the door. Really... He doesn't know if he should get up, or maybe it's better to stay there lying on the floor so he doesn't have to face you. He's too nervous to find the right words to justify why he was at your door. And he's afraid you'll think he's weird or something.
As you watched him remain on the ground, you noticed he was also a little nervous. Unable to help it, a small laugh escaped your lips, slightly amused to see him like that.
"Come on, get up... Calm down" you approach, and help him up.
Once Duke finally stands up, he wants to look away and hide how embarrassed he is right now, but he can't... Not when he notices the incredible color of your eyes. He keeps his eyes fixed on yours for a moment, amazed by the special color of your gaze; he's definitely never met someone with eyes like that.
When you notice him staring at your eyes, you look away, a little uncomfortably, wondering if he also thinks your eyes are strange. You decide to push the thought away and instead ask what he's doing here.
"You... How did you get here? Why were you at my door?" As soon as you asked, Duke quickly looked away, flustered again, trying to think of how to respond.
"I... W-well, what happened is that I was walking but since I've only been in the mansion for a short time I got lost and ended up here, so as I heard you from outside I decided to come over and ask for your help" Duke responded quickly, trying to sound convincing.
Yes, he just came to your room to ask for your help, not that he was really completely attracted by hearing you sing and came over just to listen to you a little longer, that's what he tells himself.
Hearing him, you doubt him a little but you believe him, after all, you knew that Duke has really only been in the mansion for a short time, and you better than anyone knew that during the first few days this enormous mansion seemed like a labyrinth, so it wouldn't be impossible that he really had gotten lost and that's why he came here.
So, you decide to help him. You both leave your room, and you guide him through the hallways, giving him a few quick directions to make it easier for Duke to find his way around the mansion.
Finally, they reach the main part of the mansion. As soon as they do, you say your goodbyes and quickly return to your own room. Duke watches you leave, sighing softly as he returns to his own room.
Being in his room, Duke sits on the bed, his thoughts lost on you.
So... You were (y/n) Wayne? Alfred talked about you before. Though it definitely felt a little weird to him that the others in the family never mentioned you, and Duke never saw you around the others. And when he arrived everyone welcomed him, except for you, and he worried because he thought maybe it was because you didn't like him. But now... He's finally met you. And you were nice to him, so he's convinced you don't have any ill feelings towards him, which relieves him a lot.
Anyway... You were definitely much more impressive than he thought. Duke can't help but replay over and over again in his mind the beautiful and special color of your eyes, oh, and your singing voice was almost magical, he definitely loved it. You were singing in Spanish at the time. Alfred mentioned that you were originally from Mexico, so you obviously know Spanish. That sounds pretty cool to him... He almost wants to ask you to teach him Spanish later too.
You were so adorable... Gosh, Duke always wanted a little sister, and of course, he never got one before, but now he has you! He'll make sure he's the perfect big brother to a little girl like you.
Maybe... He might pretend to get lost in the mansion's halls again just to ask you for help again. After all, he definitely made a point of memorizing the location of your room and then returning on purpose.
β¦: (Note to emphasize that the reader used to be very smart in school, and would continue to be so at Gotham School too if it weren't for the circumstances. Losing her mother and being ignored by her father and brothers was a hard blow for a little girl like her, it wasn't right, that's why her academic commitment was greatly affected.// Oh and also, this time I wanted to make more mention of the reader's cousins, since at the end of the day, they are also very important in the reader's story. And welcome Duke to the story! Anyway, I hope you liked the chapter β‘).
Hello!I got hooked on your Batfamily x Neglected reader story! I can't wait for Y/N got her revenge against Bruce and the Batfamily π
I'm glad you're enjoying the story, and yes, I suppose there will be revenge. There are different kinds of revenge; we'll have to wait and see exactly what the reader will do. π
Well, don't worry, she and her children are fine; nothing bad happened to them. The reason they stopped making phone calls to the reader wasn't because of themselves; let's just say it was thanks to the intervention of someone else.
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It was morning, and you felt the light rays of sunlight streaming in through the window. You turned over in the large bed, trying to find a more comfortable sleeping position. You didn't have to go to school today, so you planned to just stay in your room and rest peacefully for the rest of the day.
Even more so after what happened yesterday... It would definitely be best to spend the day in your room today.
As you tossed and turned in bed, you finally noticed something... Toti wasn't there. You always slept with him in your arms, never letting go of him while you slept. So... Why are your arms empty now? Where's your precious teddy bear?
You feel a pang of worry instantly, and you open your eyes quickly, looking beside you in the bed, searching for Toti. But... He's not there.
When you look up, your heart nearly stops at the state of your room.
Everything was... Destroyed.
All the crafts you had made yourself were completely ruined and scattered on the floor, all the drawings you had made over the months that you had on the walls were broken into several small pieces lying on the floor.
And above all... The little photographs you kept of your mother were... Completely destroyed too, broken into tiny pieces.
Instantly, you feel your eyes fill with tears. You can't help but tremble slightly, your mouth open in complete shock as you take in the scene; all your things were ruined, your room was a complete mess, and the precious photos of your mother that you treasured were now shattered.
"Why?..." you mumbled, your voice shaking as you slowly got out of bed, feeling your legs getting weaker and weaker as you walked towards the mess.
Countless tears fall from your eyes, one after another without stopping as your eyes remain open, fixed on the terrible scene.
This... Isn't it true? It can't be, no, no, no...
This can't be happening to you, of course. You don't deserve it, you don't deserve this, it's not fair. Surely this is just a very bad nightmare, right? Yes, it's just that... A nightmare.
Finally, your legs give out and you fall to your knees on the floor, without even blinking, you continue to stare at the scene.
All of the drawings and paper crafts you'd been doing for months, all the creations you'd made with your own hands, everything that gave your room color, was just... Completely destroyed.
'Why?' you ask yourself, over and over again, wondering why this had to happen, why, for you, weren't all the terrible things you've been through enough? Fate... Does it really have to be so cruel to you?
Your hands shake uncontrollably as you pick up the small fragments of your mother's photographs.
"M-mamΓ‘... PerdΓ³n, lo siento tanto, yo-... No querΓa que esto pasara, perdΓ³n, perdΓ³name"/("M-Mom... I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, I-... I didn't mean for this to happen, I'm sorry, forgive me.") You begged between sobs, picking up each little piece of the photograph one by one.
Your chest hurt so much, it's been a while since it hurt like this.
You loved your mother, you loved her, and you will love her forever, because she was everything to you. Even if she's gone, she can't leave you completely; you would never allow it. That's why, when you arrived here, you had brought as many photographs of your mother as you could, and that meant so much to you.
Because even if Mom wasn't by your side anymore, having photographs of her nearby made you feel as if she were, as if she were still by your side.
Whenever you felt down, you used to pick up one of your mother's photographs, trying to comfort yourself the way only she could. You wanted to feel that she listened to you, that she always would, that she truly... would never dare leave you alone in this world.
You were quite attached to those photographs, because they held the memory of your precious mother. Your fear of forgetting your mother's face was always eased by the photographs you had of her.
But now... Now these photographs are destroyed, it feels terrible.
This was one of the few things that made you feel better about your mother's impending absence, and now... It's all over.
When you collect all the small fragments of the photographs, you put them in a small box and set it aside.
Your mind goes blank for a moment, as tears continue to fall like waterfalls from your eyes.
But then, you remember... Toti, where is he?
You instantly jump up, walking quickly around the room, looking everywhere for the teddy bear.
It's not on the floor, it's not under the bed, it's not in the closet, it's not in any other piece of furniture. So, where's Toti?
A wave of anxiety fills your chest as you wonder if Toti is also broken like the rest of them.
No, that can't happen. Toti is too important to you. You can't let anything happen to him.
Without hesitation, you quickly leave your room, heading to the room of the person who caused all of this; Damian.
You run through the hallways, stopping in front of Damian's door. Without thinking, you open the door and walk in. Right now, you definitely weren't going to bother knocking.
Your eyes darken with anger as soon as you see Damian standing in the room. He's already awake. Of course he would be. After all, he had to get up really early to go and destroy everything in your room before you even woke up.
You don't say anything, instantly, you pounce on him, grabbing him tightly by the collar of his clothes.
"Tell me right now where you hid my teddy bear!" You yelled, demanding an answer as your eyes remained fixed on his.
"Oh, you're talking about that ugly teddy bear? Well, I don't know... Why would I know," he replied, looking away indifferently.
His indifferent attitude and response only make you boil over with anger even more, and before you can stop yourself, you slap Damian hard across the cheek. Of course, he instantly gets angry and attacks back, hitting you in the abdomen and making you instantly flinch.
It hurts... It definitely hurts, you're absolutely sure that the slap you gave him didn't hurt half as much as the hit he gave you back.
But, before you can say anything else, you look through the open door, outside in the hallway you manage to see DamiΓ‘n's pets, specifically, you manage to see Titus with Toti in his mouth.
Damian... He gave your teddy bear to his pets, as if it were a simple toy?
You freeze in realization, and without even thinking, you quickly run out of the room, ignoring the pain in your body, completely focused solely on saving Toti.
You had to fight with Damian's pets to get your stuffed animal back, you didn't care if they tried to bite or scratch you, it didn't matter as long as you could get Toti back.
Finally, after a struggle, you manage to get Titus to let go of your stuffed animal. You immediately grab Toti and quickly flee back to your room.
Once you reached your room, you walked in and slammed the door shut, letting yourself fall to the floor while keeping a tight grip on your precious stuffed companion.
Toti is fine... He's a little broken, but nothing too serious, luckily you managed to save him in time.
You try to ignore the way your body trembles... You really were that close to losing Toti. Besides, you're still pretty tense from everything that happened before.
Before you can start crying, you stop as soon as you spot something under the bed. You reach over and pick it up, and you realize... It was one of the many photos you had of your mother, but this one was completely untouched.
Your eyes definitely shine with relief, your body relaxing as you hold the photograph of your mother close to your chest. You were completely grateful for this. It seems fate isn't always so cruel to you. This time, not everything was ruined. Toti is fine, and you managed to preserve at least one of those precious photographs in perfect condition.
Probably when Damian destroyed the others this one fell and ended up on the floor, he didn't realize and that way he couldn't destroy that photo too.
Tears stream down your cheeks, but this time... You don't feel sad when you cry. Instead, you feel relieved, because even though Damian tried, he couldn't completely ruin you.
Along with relief, you feel determined, as you now definitely don't plan on letting Damian or anyone else dare try to ruin the things you hold dear. You'll never allow it.
A few days later, you literally begged Alfred for another room, as far away from the others' rooms as possible. Your current room was already somewhat far from the others, but it wasn't enough; you needed more distance, as much as possible.
So, you recently discovered a small room, quite secluded from the rest; you didn't even know this room existed. Perfect, this is just the room you need.
You don't mind the small size, you don't mind if the furniture here looks too old, or the layers of dust on the walls. You want to be here.
Alfred said that this was a room that had always been completely neglected in the mansion, as it was too small and far from the main rooms of the house.
Even though he said this room wouldn't be suitable for you, you didn't back down, not when you were determined to get it. You tried to look as sad as possible to instill pity, telling Alfred that you still felt bad about what Damian did to you, that you just wanted a space to feel safer, and that that place would be this small, remote room.
Luckily for you, Alfred quickly agreed, knowing that what Damian did in your room was completely wrong. And maybe the best thing for you really is to give you another room. So, he helped you, and the two of you started cleaning and organizing the room. Alfred even got some new furniture to put in your new room.
You were very excited, now you had a new room, you loved it, soon you took your things from your old room to bring them to the new one.
However, as you did so... A small idea struck you. So, you left some of the things you didn't need in your old room, making it seem as if it wasn't completely abandoned, as if it were still in use.
Why? Well, it was simple: you wanted Damian and the others (if they even knew which room was yours) to continue thinking that this was still your room. This way, no one would find out where you were, and you could enjoy your new little out-of-the-way room without anyone knowing.
Besides, since everyone seems so indifferent, you're sure they won't notice you've changed rooms anytime soon. They probably won't notice for years, right? You laugh softly to yourself, finally feeling calmer in your new room.
It's small... But it feels right. You like your new space, you feel calm and comfortable here. It doesn't matter that you literally have to walk until you're exhausted just to get to the kitchen, all because this room is actually quite far away, but you love it anyway.
It's been a few years, you were already thirteen years old, during these years everything remained the same from your own perspective. Bruce not having a second for you, Tim calling you a nuisance as soon as you get even an inch closer to him, Dick being the perfect older brother to everyone, but to you, he only has false empty kindness, without showing any real interest in you, Barbara and Cassandra indifferent to you, as always, Stephanie laughing a little whenever she sees you, Jason doesn't talk to you either, in fact, you haven't exchanged a single word with him during this time, and Damian? Well, it's simple, he's still as annoying as ever, repeating over and over again how weak and pathetic you are, however, you have never responded to Damian's comments again, you just nod slightly as if you heard him and as if he was right, you know that fighting is pointless, and you learned your lesson, fighting with him only brings more problems, so you decide not to provoke him.
And of course you know... You know they usually watch movies together every weekend. You know Dick sometimes takes Damian, Tim, and Jason out to eat at a restaurant in the city, or just to hang out. You know Stephanie, Barbara, and Cassandra have "girls' nights" out every now and then, just hanging out happily. You know Bruce also arranges to spend time with them from time to time.
And even more importantly, you know that you have never been and never will be included in their family plans.
You always see them from afar, acting like a real family, where they support each other, and where you don't exist.
But it's okay, you always told yourself that you don't need them, you don't need to be part of their stupid 'happy family', because you already have your own family, your real family, your mother, your aunt and your cousins.
About that, there's something that's been really worrying you. Recently, for a few weeks now, you've simply stopped receiving calls from your aunt and cousins. At first, they used to call you at least once a week, but now... It's been several weeks, and they haven't called you even once.
Why? Did something happen? They're having problems? Or maybe... They've just stopped calling you on purpose? No, of course not. You push that thought away instantly. They're not going to abandon you, they never would, they're your family.
You calmed yourself down, trying to think that your Aunt Lidia was probably just very busy, and your cousins too. They'll call you when they have time. You don't need to worry.
β¦: (Here's chapter 8, sorry for the delay. I hope you liked it :D).
I wanted to thank you all for your support, thank you for the more than 100 followers and all the support the chapters of my story have received! π
To celebrate, I'll show you a little fanart I made myself about the second most charming character after the protagonist: our precious Toti.
Don't think I created this completely from scratch. I first found a base image of the teddy bear and then edited it to make it look like the description I imagined. In any case, although I gave a description of his appearance in the first chapters, the reader is free to imagine Toti with whatever characteristics they wish! β¨π§Έ
Reading your batfam fic is making me feel insane. Like I've never super had maternal instincts but every reader in every neglected batfam fic is my child now. Come on kid ur eyes are awesome orange is my favorite color let's go play catch. Ignore the mansion on fire in the background. (I Love your writing alin case that wasnt clear can't wait for chapter 8!)
Thank you so much! I really appreciate that you like the story β‘β‘β‘
I remember that at first, the idea for "Special and Unique" just came to me out of nowhere, but I really liked it and wanted to start writing it. Although I was a little hesitant at first because I didn't have much writing experience and didn't know if I'd actually be good at it. But now that I've done it, I'm quite happy to see that so many people are liking my story. Thank you for your support π
I love your special and unique series so much! The writing is immaculate and perfectly written, however, I wanted to ask you if you could provide translations for what the reader says when she speaks Spanish? If you can obviously!
Oh, I hadn't thought of that. I guess I can repeat the Spanish dialogue in small print into English.
Okay, starting with the next chapters, the dialogues in Spanish will also have English translation too :D
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A few months passed, your life in the mansion remained as empty as ever.
You still had no interaction with Bruce, you never spoke with him, and of course, it was the same with your brothers; they never sought you out, and you never sought them out.
You always used to see them all together from afar, talking, smiling, and laughing like a happy family. And you weren't part of that happy family, of course.
Every time they saw you, everyone would instantly look away. One thing that remained unchanged during these months was undoubtedly everyone's indifference toward you.
None of them ever apologized for what they did to you in the past, none of them cared about you, probably none of them were aware of you yet, probably even they already forgot what they did to you, the way they treated you, the pain they caused you... They forgot and left it behind, as if it didn't matter, as if it had never happened.
But you... You still haven't forgotten. You'll never forget what they did to you, ever. You refuse to forget the suffering each and every one of them caused you.
Even if you act indifferent to them now, it doesn't mean you don't hate them, because you really do.
You stayed in your room most of the time, locked between those four walls as if they were your safe place. They weren't, of course they weren't, since you definitely still hated this room. But you had no choice; it was best to stay here alone with Toti. This was better than walking around the mansion and running into one of your siblings outside. Because, you had to learn this the hard way, but you finally understood... No matter what, any interaction with them would go horribly wrong, and everything would be ruined even more instead of improved.
However, unfortunately for you... you finally had to start attending school. Because when you arrived, you still didn't speak English very well and were still depressed about your mother, Alfred allowed you to stay at the mansion for a few months without attending school, only until you were ready.
You still remember the day Alfred walked into your room, leaving your school's fancy new uniform for you on your bed. You asked him what it was and tried not to grimace when he told you you'd now be attending a school in Gotham.
You definitely didn't want to, you didn't feel like going, studying at a huge school, and being surrounded by rich and privileged kids almost wanted to make you scream in frustration.
But you also knew you couldn't refuse, education is necessary, and no matter how much you want to, you can't avoid going to school forever.
Your first day... It was an unpleasant day for you, to tell the truth. Alfred led you to the school gates, smiling at you, seeming happy to be taking you to your first day of classes in Gotham. While you... You were almost dizzy seeing such a huge school, with students of similar ages to yours everywhere.
You found it awkward to be in a large classroom filled with so many students, you sat alone at the back, not wanting to draw anyone's attention on your first day. However, as soon as the teacher introduced you as (y/n) Wayne, all the glances you were trying to avoid instantly turned to you.
The students whispered among themselves, wondering if you really were Bruce Wayne's daughter.
The simple fact of having that last name made several of your classmates want to get close to you, pretending to be kind and wanting to be your friend simply because of your last name.
But you knew, you saw through their fake kindness instantly, so you just looked away and ignored them.
This... It was definitely very different from your old school. When you went to school in Mexico, it was better. You enjoyed attending that small but colorful school. You got along with all your classmates. The teachers adored you. You always found it easy to get very good grades. You never felt bad there. Everything was peaceful and happy in that small school. You loved going there. Every day there was as amazing as the last.
But now... You're no longer in Mexico, you're no longer at that small, colorful school you loved so much, now you're in Gotham, at a new school that you definitely don't like. But there's nothing you can do about it... You just have to get used to this and accept it, even if you don't want to.
Your first few weeks at Gotham High School were boring and unpleasant. You were always distracted, never paying attention in class, which is why your teachers scolded you regularly. You always stood apart from the rest of the students, with no interest in making friends.
It's okay, you're not surprised that you don't get along with them. Even more so because you know they don't actually like you, because of your eye color. You definitely noticed the way they stared at your eyes, the way they murmured to each other about your strange, weird eye color whenever they saw you. You even noticed the grimaces of disgust some of the teachers made when you stared at them, as if they didn't like seeing your strange eyes fixed on them.
But, the real nightmare at school soon began... And his name was Noah.
He was a student just a year older than you, quite conceited and self-centered, the son of the owner of one of Gotham's largest hospitals, and... He started getting too close to you, harassing and teasing you as much as he could. There wasn't a day that went by that he didn't make mocking comments about your eye color, your poor grades, and basically criticize absolutely everything about you.
You tried to ignore him, but he wouldn't let you, going to extremes that were impossible for you to ignore.
Remember when, one day at dismissal time, you had to stay in your classroom alone for a while longer because you were the only one who didn't finish the activity the teacher assigned today. As punishment, your teacher decided to leave you there until you finished.
However... You noticed Noah enter the room with his friends, and they closed the door. At that moment... Noah took advantage, this time starting to physically attack you. First, he pushed you, and when you fell to the floor, he started kicking you hard while his friends just laughed.
That time you returned to the mansion covered in bruises, Alfred asked you what happened, but you were in so much pain that you simply decided not to say anything and go to your room.
Another time, Noah threw a bucket of dirty water on you, claiming it was an accident. The teachers let it go and ignored the situation.
Plus, Noah used to pull your hair hard whenever no one was looking. He also used to hide your notebooks and homework, just so the teachers would scold you for it.
He once caught you with his friends, and without hesitation, they started using their pens and markers to scratch your face and clothes. You still remember how difficult it was to get the ink out of your face that time.
Another time, Noah even tried to put gum in your hair, and by sheer luck, you managed to avoid it. Not knowing that that wasn't actually the worst thing Noah could do.
The next day at school... Without saying anything, Noah pulled you by the arm and dragged you toward a small storage room in one of the hallways, where no one would be able to see you. You tried to resist, but you couldn't stop him from pulling you into the storage room.
He hit you, leaving countless bruises on your skin again, he also cut your arms a little using scissors, leaving thin lines of blood on your skin.
When he finished he just walked away, leaving you there alone.
You were shaking, tears streaming down your cheeks, your eyes wide open in complete shock as you took in all the marks on your skin. This time, he hit you harder, so the bruises were going to last longer than last time.
You stand there for a while, staring into space as you try to ignore the intense pain that runs through your body.
"It hurts... It hurts so much," you mumbled softly, trying to stop your hands from shaking. It's not fair, you have to suffer and go through this when you haven't done anything wrong.
Your mom used to say that... You always had to behave and be kind to others, that if you were good, no one would have a reason to hurt you. But that was a lie... Because, even though you never did anything wrong, all you get no matter what is contempt.
Everything in Gotham is suffering for you. Whether you're at the mansion or at school, it seems like you can never stop suffering.
'Why me?' you asked yourself, wondering what you did to deserve being hurt by everyone.
Shaking slightly, you got up as best you could, trying to avoid thinking about the burning and pain caused by all those wounds on your skin.
You were wearing a long-sleeved sweater to hide your injuries as you walked out of school, and Alfred picked you up. He asked how your day went. You gave a short answer, and that was it, without giving any further details or telling Alfred what happened.
When you arrived at the mansion, you quickly headed to your room and stayed locked there for the rest of the day.
You were wondering what you should do... You wanted to deny it, but deep down, you knew you were afraid Noah would keep hurting you. He didn't just insult you; his harassment went so far as to even physically hurt you, and that was too much.
You were scared... Scared of him, scared that Noah's bullying would get much worse later, you couldn't take it anymore.
You think and think... Should you tell Alfred so he can find a way to help you? Maybe. But... You heard that Noah's father was close friends with the school principal, so it won't be easy to get the principal to listen to your situation and expel Noah.
Then, at that moment, an idea crosses your mind... What if you tell Bruce? If you find him and tell him what's going on, he might go personally to speak to the director. Then, the director wouldn't be able to directly ignore the prestigious Bruce Wayne, and he'd finally do something about the harassment you've received from Noah.
You know Bruce is your best option, yet... You hesitate for a moment, you literally haven't spoken to him in months, you just saw him from afar every now and then, but you never tried to find him or get close to him again, and of course, he never approached you either.
You promised yourself you'd never go after him again, that you'd never ask him for anything at all, but this is a big deal. So, even if you don't really want to do it... You have to if you really want Noah's bullying to finally stop.
So, that day you waited until it was dinner time, since Alfred told you Bruce would arrive around that time and be here for dinner with the others. Even Jason and Dick would be here for dinner.
It was one of those rare occasions when everyone gathered for dinner at Wayne Manor.
In fact, you never participated in these 'family moments,' you never wanted to, even though Alfred told you to join in and attend. However, you will participate in this dinner, simply to talk about it with Bruce.
If you bring it up during family dinner, Bruce won't be able to ignore you, right? It's simple: just go to family dinner, bring up the subject, and ask Bruce to do something about it. Everything will be fine, right?
That's what you try to tell yourself, trying to calm down a little while you comb your own hair, just a few minutes until you get down to the dining room.
"I can do this, I can do this," you repeat to yourself with determination. When you're finally finished getting ready, you walk over and give your beloved Toti a small kiss before placing him on the bed and finally walking toward the door, leaving the room.
You were wearing a long-sleeved black blouse, of course, to hide the recent injuries Noah inflicted on you. You haven't even told Alfred about them until now.
You walk slowly, trying to ignore the growing feeling of nerves and anxiety in your chest.
Finally, you reach the dining room. And you see them all there together. You almost flinch when they all turn to stare at you, not expecting your presence, since you didn't usually attend family dinners. Or maybe they were just surprised to see you here right now because they forgot you existed, right?
You sigh softly as you approach the large table. Alfred smiles at your arrival and guides you to your place at the table. Unfortunately for you, Tim was sitting on your right and Stephanie was sitting on your left.
You didn't like it... You didn't like being here, near them. But you have to endure the unpleasant feeling of discomfort, just for now, just because this time it's about something important and this is your only option.
You stare at the plate of food in front of you. Alfred's meal looked as amazing as ever, but for some reason, no one felt like eating right now, not even you. Maybe it's because of the tense atmosphere at this so-called 'family dinner.'
Okay, never mind. You didn't really come to spend quality time with your so-called family, and you didn't come to eat either. Your goal was simple: talk to Bruce and ask him to come to your school to speak with your principal so your classmate would stop bothering you.
"Father..." you began, definitely feeling like fainting just from having to call Bruce that, but you'll have to bear with it just this once. "I... Actually, I wanted to talk to you about something. The thing is... I'm having some trouble un the school, and I was hoping-"
At that moment, you were interrupted by Stephanie's laughter, when you turned to see her she simply looked away, trying to hide her laughter.
Just then, Jason spoke up. "Oh, the weird little girl is having trouble at school... What's wrong? Is it because no one wants to be your friend?" he asked, a smirk on his lips.
"If you have a problem with that or your grades, it has nothing to do with Bruce. Do you expect him to fix your bad grades or the fact that no one wants to be your friend?" Tim spoke up, frowning slightly as he looked at you. How dare you try to ask Bruce to fix your trivial school problems?
You remain silent for a moment, looking down. They... They didn't even let you finish speaking. They don't know what you're going through at school, they don't know the countless bruises and wounds you have thanks to one of your classmates.
"I-it's not because of that... I just wanted to-" before you could continue speaking, you are interrupted, this time it's Bruce who intervenes.
"If you have any problems with school you can tell Alfred, I'm busy and I don't think I can go to your school" he stated with a serious expression, without even looking at you.
The damned indifference in his voice was evident to you... Did he really not have time for you? Couldn't he care even a little about you, at least this once? You're his daughter. But... No one here seems to hear you. No one knows the seriousness of what you're going through, no one can understand you. No one even tries to understand you.
You grit your teeth, clearly annoyed. You've literally been beaten and bullied at school, and you... You don't even have a father who can defend you? Okay, that's to be expected. Bruce hasn't saved you even once so far. Why did you think this time would be different?
You wanted to scream, you wanted to argue and tell Bruce you wanted his help because it was a serious situation. But then... The cold indifference in the air reminds you it's not worth it.
"Okay, I understand. I think I lost my appetite, I'm going to quit now," you said, getting up from your spot and starting to leave.
It doesn't make sense, right? No matter what, they still don't care about you one bit.
You reached your room, took slow steps, and approached one of the pieces of furniture, taking out a small photograph of your mother. You sat on the bed, holding the photo of your mother against your chest.
"Mom... Someone's been bullying me at school. He hits me, he makes fun of me, and he harasses me every day... I don't like it, I can't stand it anymore. So, I tried to ask my dad for help, but he... He doesn't have time." You stated softly, looking up at the ceiling of your room.
"And... my brothers didn't listen to me either. Tim said I shouldn't bother my dad with that stuff, Stephanie made fun of me, and Jason called me weird again." You let out a small sigh, ignoring the familiar way your eyes watered with tears.
"But Mom... I really can't take it anymore. I can't, I don't want to put up with this anymore. But not even Dad listens to me." You sobbed, tears of despair rolling down your cheeks.
"Si papΓ‘ no me escucha... TΓΊ si lo harΓ‘s, ΒΏverdad madre? Te lo suplico mamΓ‘... Por favor, aleja a Noah de mΓ, para que ya no me haga mΓ‘s daΓ±o, por favor" You pleaded, holding the small photo of your mother tightly. Surely she'll listen, won't she? Your mother loves you; she can always protect you, even now.
That night you cried yourself to sleep, holding Toti along with the image of your mother next to you.
And then... When you had to go back to school, you were completely nervous, wondering how Noah was going to bother you today. But... You heard other students talking, and then you found out... You found out he and his family had recently moved to another country. You almost wanted to cry with joy when you heard it.
Noah's no longer here, your main concern is gone. You don't need to fear him now, he's gone and no longer around to hurt you. Not anymore.
Your mother did listen to you, didn't she? Of course she would. She loves you, she'll always love you.
You almost laugh when you remember trying to ask Bruce for help. When in reality, you never needed it; you just needed to turn to your real family: your mom. She listened, and you know it. Even if Mom isn't here, she still listens to you somehow, right?
Of course you did, you knew it, Mom would never abandon you, she would never be indifferent to you like Bruce.
From that day on, you felt calmer and happier. You didn't care at all about the mocking comments from your classmates or the constant scolding you received almost daily from the teachers. The only thing that mattered was that you no longer had to worry about Noah, because he wasn't here. He was gone, and now you're fine.
While at the mansion, Alfred asked you what had you in such a good mood, you simply smiled and replied, "It's because Mom helped me. I'm happy about that."
Alfred felt a little confused by what you said, but he didn't question anything else, instead he was just glad to see you so cheerful.
Now, more than a year has passed. It really surprises you a little how time has flown; you were already ten years old.
What's changed since then? Well, probably not much.
You were still not close to Bruce; he never even had time to say a word to you. And let's not even talk about your siblings; you still had a bad relationship with each of them.
Luckily, you hadn't had any major problems with any of them yet, because during this period you had made an effort to avoid them all in the first place. Avoiding each one of them meant avoiding problems with them. So it was perfect.
And it really worked for you, too. They were so caught up in their own personal lives and their vigilante identities that they never sought you out. You went completely unnoticed by them during this time.
You also had a few hobbies that helped you pass the time when you were bored in your room. You loved to draw, and your drawing technique improved over the months. You regularly drew certain types of flowers, landscapes, animals, and sometimes you even tried drawing portraits of your mother.
Another thing you did was crafts. You found making paper flowers very fun and relaxing; you loved experimenting with different materials and creating different things. So, your room, which you'd previously considered empty and depressing, slowly became warmer to you.
On your walls hung some of the colorful drawings you'd made yourself. All the crafts you'd made up until then also adorned your room.
Now, you felt more comfortable here, and you were always happy to add another new decoration related to yourself to your room.
And of course, you still kept in touch with your aunt and cousins. You used to call them twice a week. It really kept you calm and happy whenever you spoke to them, because it meant they still cared about you. That you were still important to them.
You loved when Erick told you he missed watching movies with you.
You smiled with joy when Abel told you that he missed playing with you in the yard.
And most of all, your heart felt warm when your aunt told you how much she missed you and that she hoped to see you again soon. She told you to take care of yourself and to tell her if you had any problems.
Although, you never told her, you couldn't tell your aunt that you were practically completely ignored by this family, even by your father.
You didn't want to tell her how much you suffered at first because of your father and brothers' attitude. Because you didn't want to worry her.
Anyway, you know she must have her own problems, you didn't want to burden her with yours.
Besides, right now your life at Wayne Manor was relatively peaceful, so everything was fine for now.
Oh at least it was until today.
You were definitely quite surprised as soon as you heard it. Alfred told you that a new member of the family would be joining today: Damian Wayne. He was also Bruce's biological son, your new brother, and he was about the same age as you.
You shuddered slightly, unsure what to make of it. You didn't know whether the news should excite you or worry you.
Well, when you were little, you always used to tell your mom you wanted a brother. You wanted a blood brother, one you could be close to, one you could spend a lot of time with. At the time, you were never going to have one, and you truly believed you'd never have a blood brother, but fate has shown you that you will finally have the blood brother you dreamed of when you were little.
But... Something makes you doubt. Because, even if Damian is your blood brother, that doesn't guarantee that he won't really ignore you like the others, right?
You didn't know what to expect, but you knew that no matter what, you had to accept it because, like it or not, he'd start living here too. And he's part of the family, too.
Finally... You met him. You stared at him for a moment, noticing the pretty green in his eyes. You'd say he was pretty, but Damian ruined your thoughts as soon as he started insulting you.
He started complaining about how weak you looked, the strange color of your eyes, and basically everything about you. You were almost shocked to see that he seemed to literally ooze hatred even though he was your age.
And... Damian didn't just lunge at you because Alfred was there to stop him.
You didn't even stay long, you just decided to go back to your room, not wanting to hear any more of your new brother's insults.
You downplayed it, as it wasn't surprising to you that you weren't getting along with your brother. And you assumed everything would be fine as long as you avoided Damian as much as possible, to avoid unwanted encounters. That way, you wouldn't have any problems with him.
But how wrong you were...
Even if you wanted to, you just couldn't avoid him completely, not when you literally started going to school with him. You're both close in age, so of course when he started your school, he was also in your grade, and you even had several classes together.
It was so awkward having to ride with him in the same car as Alfred drove them to school, it was annoying having to deal with his constant comments about how inferior you are, listing each of your flaws as if he actually knew you that well in the first place.
You tried to ignore him, you really did. You tried to ignore his insults about your eye color, ignore his blatant contempt for you, ignore the way he tried to lunge at you like a wild animal. You tried to ignore the way he treated you with contempt even at school, while the other students watched and laughed at you, amused by how pathetic you were to be publicly humiliated by your own brother.
You were irritated, and you definitely wanted to yell at him, insult him back, and hit him too. But you couldn't do it. Especially considering Damian was a genius with swords, a prodigy expert in attacking and fighting. You knew that if you tried, he'd defeat you in seconds. So you quickly pushed the idea aside, not wanting to take any chances.
Okay, you can tolerate it, you can still try to tolerate it a little longer, right?
A few months after Damian's arrival, there was another family dinner. You didn't want to attend, remembering the tense atmosphere of the last family dinner you attended, but this time, Alfred managed to convince you.
You don't know how he convinced you. Maybe it was because he seems to genuinely want you to get along with others and spend time with them, too. Because they're supposed to be your family, after all.
You can't tell Alfred how much you hated them, not when he's been so good at looking after you all this time. So, you agreed to attend, only because he asked you to.
You finished getting ready, putting on a short-sleeved blue dress. You look in the mirror, studying your arms for a moment.
You don't even have a single scar left from the wounds Noah inflicted on you before. You truly swore some would leave at least a small, lasting scar, but it seems you were wrong.
It's a little strange how perfect your skin is, how your body managed to make all the wounds you've had disappear without leaving even a small mark.
You shake your head slightly. You don't need to worry about that now, it's not the time. Rather, right now is the time to think about how to survive this family dinner.
As soon as you get to the dining room, you see everyone already there. You notice Jason bothering Damian a bit, Bruce talking to Dick, Tim talking to Stephanie, and Cassandra looking calm in her seat.
Wow, they really do look like a real family together... without you.
You walk over to the table, and as soon as everyone sees you, they fall silent, staring at you.
Gosh... You just remembered how much you hate it when everyone looks at you at the same time. It's so awkward and annoying.
You maintain a calm expression as you choose to sit in the chair furthest away from the others. You're definitely mentally grateful that the dining room is extraordinarily large and you can get a spot away from the others.
After all, this time your only condition for coming to dinner was that you could sit wherever you wanted, and Alfred agreed.
You still remember how awkward it was last time you had to sit next to Tim and Stephanie. So, this time you're not going to take any chances; you'll keep the necessary distance.
You remain silent, looking anywhere but at anyone at the table.
Your plan to survive this dinner was as follows: remain unnoticed, don't speak, don't look at anyone, and leave as soon as you finished eating. Simple, right?
But your plans are ruined as soon as Damian gets up from his place, going to sit right next to you.
When you look at him, you notice the mischievous smile on his face. He's doing it on purpose, isn't he?
And then, he opens his mouth... Starting to try to annoy you again.
"Why do you sit so far away from the others? It's because you're a weirdo who likes to be away, right? Well, it's understandable to want to stay away from others by having eyes strangers like yours..." Damian stated in a dismissive tone, speaking confidently as if he were right.
You stay silent, not even looking at him, trying to ignore him. This obviously angers Damian greatly, not liking the fact that you ignore him as if he weren't even there.
"Even if I'm nice enough to come here and talk to you, you just ignore me. That's very rude. Didn't your mother raise you well? Well, she probably didn't, because she's already dead anyway..."
Instantly, you freeze, your hands clenching at Damian's words. How dare he mention your mother? He has no right.
Your expression tightens as you stare at him, trying to resist the urge to hit him.
"Well, at least... My mother is dead and that's why I'm here, because I can't be with her, but she would never have left me here if she were still alive. Not like you, who were too annoying even for your mother and that's why she abandoned you here and she left, because she doesn't love you" you answered with a cruel tone while you looked away.
It was the first time you'd responded this way to one of Damian's comments, but this time he really went too far with what he said. You couldn't stay silent. You wouldn't let him continue to talk carelessly about you. Much less dare he even mention your precious mother.
After you said that, Damian's expression darkened, he definitely didn't like what you said, and instantly... He lunged at you to attack you.
In just a few seconds I throw you from the chair to the floor, starting to try to hit you.
He manages to land a direct punch to your face, almost making you want to cry in pain. Gosh, he's definitely strong...
Luckily, before he can attack you further, the others finally act and take him off you. Dick manages to separate Damian from you.
You slowly stand up, bringing one of your own hands to lightly touch the area of your face that Damian hit.
Did it hurt? He definitely hit harder than you imagined. It was impossible for it not to hurt. In fact, you're thankful that he didn't have one of his swords nearby at that moment, because otherwise, this could have ended worse.
Do you regret it? Of course not. He was the one who started it; he asked for it by talking about your mother, and you don't regret saying what you said to him.
At that moment, Bruce approaches you, and... You don't like the serious, disapproving expression he has on his face.
"You shouldn't have spoken to Damian like that," he said, in his usual authoritarian tone.
You roll your eyes at his scolding, really... You haven't spoken to him in a while, and he only speaks to you to scold you for responding to Damian? It's not fair.
To be honest, when Damian first arrived you really wondered if he would be ignored by this family just like you.
And to your unpleasant surprise... It seemed more like he'd always belonged here. You tried to ignore the ache in your chest when you saw that Damian was so easily accepted by everyone, while you... They didn't even look at you when you arrived.
Even though Damian had a difficult attitude, he received support from everyone, even Bruce. And that's okay, because Damian is his son, but... You're also his daughter, and he was never good to you.
You didn't know if it was jealousy or just plain disappointment you felt when Damian arrived. Gosh, even Dick was so understanding and nice to Damian, and most of all, he actually gave Damian some time. Unlike you, who just made false promises and never followed through, never once seeking you out to spend time with you. You're also his little sister... So why does he only seem to notice Damian and not you?
You arrived first, and yet you still got nothing from this family. Damian arrived after you, with a haughty attitude, and yet everyone accepted and included him.
But that's okay, you don't need them, not now... So, not wanting to stay and listen to Bruce and Dick rant about how cruel your comment to Damian was, you decide to leave, quickly turning around and walking away.
Before you leave, you clearly hear Tim muttering behind you. You heard him clearly call you 'immature.'
From his perspective, you're probably just a rude little girl running away to avoid the scolding you deserve, aren't you? Well, he can think whatever he wants.
The fact that Bruce never chases you is great in situations like this, because you can just walk away without him claiming you and that's perfect.
You return to your room, reminding yourself not to attend any family dinners from now on.
You hug Toti and fall into bed. Once again, your encounters with your family continue to end badly, but honestly, it doesn't surprise or affect you like it used to.
So, you finally start sleeping peacefully... Without expecting what would happen the next day.
β¦: (Here is the chapter, sorry for the delay, I hope you liked it, and thanks for the supportβ‘).
I'm glad you enjoy seeing my updates. Honestly, as some of you who have been following me since the prologue or first chapter might have noticed, I've posted a chapter almost every day since I published the prologue. Honestly, I'm pretty excited about my own story, and if others like it too, I'll definitely be sure to give you more of my story. Plus, I usually have a lot of free time, which helps me be able to post a new chapter soon.
Also, I'd like to mention that I actually already have quite a few more ideas for other stories, so I'll be posting other series and some one-shots later. But that won't be until later, because for now I prefer to focus on "Special and Unique." I'm going to wait until I've made more progress with my first story before posting another one.
And also, as I mentioned in the endnote of chapter 6, the next chapter will be longer, since I plan to include several things in that chapter, so it will take me about two or three days to publish it, but it also depends.
