I love tea

Octavious sighed as he leaned back into his chair. He tapped his fingers against the table, inpatient. His arms were already getting antsy, moving around, opening and closing. He looked around the empty warehouse, the walls, floors, and ceiling all covered with mold and dust. The 2 door entrance was barely an entrance, as the left door was almost completely rusted off, making a shriek when he had to pry it open. The place was perfect for an overnight meeting with Martin to deliver him his cloaking device… if he were to show up on time.

He was already making a move to call Martin to tell him the meeting was off when there was a light passing by the window in the night, and he heard a car roll to a stop near the entrance. Within a few moments, Li and his guards sauntered into the room, and he took a seat on the other edge of the table.

“Good to see you, my friend.” He introduced, “I apologize for being late. Traffic, you know?”

Octavious was in no mood. He just wanted to get back and see you, and make sure you did your homework that he had assigned for you. And to tuck you into bed. One of his arms pulled out the device, which looked like a dash cam, and dropped it into his palm. “I’ve made it easy to control: the only thing is that the device will need to be manually operated. This button on the side turns it on, and, I’ve computed it to include various models and persons so that if you just need cover, then you don’t have to be invisible all the time.” He placed the device in the middle of the table, letting Li pick it up and inspect it.

“Thank you, my friend.” He looked back to Octavious, “By the way, were you still working on that ‘override’ project?”

Octavious raised a brow, and felt his arms start to stray. He pulled them back, “Yes, I have completed it. Why do you ask?”

Li shrugged a bit, putting the cloaking device in his pocket. “I’m planning a few heists in the next few weeks- it would help cause less frustrations in getting them set up.”

When Octavious didn’t answer, he added on, “A favor for a favor, then?”

This was taking too long. His arms were starting to become more and more impatient, reaching out and twitching. “No, that won’t be needed. Here,” he pulled out one of his chips, along with a tablet. He slid the chip over the table over to Li, and the table lit up.

“You may borrow it- maybe indefinitely depending on how many I am able to make. And don’t think about taking it, as I have all of them tracked.”

He placed the screen on the table, letting Martin look at every single one he had currently, most of them back at his base. He opened a side table from the GPS map, showing different uses and how it forms keys and cards and everything in between. His arms were whirring down at the tablet, but he ignored them, thinking it was just them being impatient about seeing you again.

“As you can see, depending on where and how you use it, it can serve a multitude of factors, not just opening doors, but creating system failures, hacking databases and-”

It was finally then that his arms started to do their little movements towards the tablet while he was talking with Li. Before he could make them retreat, he noticed what they were looking at. Almost all of the little red dots of the override chips were all at his base: except one, which was moving down different streets and alleys, much farther than his base. He picked up the tablet watching it move away from most of the other dots.

Li chuckled seeing Octavious be stumped. “I thought you were very overprotective of your projects, Doctor?”

He couldn’t understand. Was it a bug? In his technologies? Every genius has their flaws, he knew, but it wouldn’t make sense. He had built every single one of them differently, and had made sure there were no imperfections. But then that would mean someone had taken it and ran off with it. That was impossible, he reasoned, as the only person at the base right now is-

Oh. Oh, dear.

His arms, either reading his thoughts or realizing the same time he did, started to move around uncontrollably, writhing to get him out, to get to the base. No, he rationed, if they aren’t the ones who had taken it, then they would still be at the base safe and sound. If someone had come to steal the chips, they would’ve taken all of them.

When he stood up, pushing the chair all the way to the wall with the force, Li stood up as well. “I assume you must catch your runaway chip, then?”

Octavious was already climbing up to the wall, with the windows broken, breaking a few more so he could pass through. “Don’t you dare loose that chip, Li.” He called out, before he jumped away, moving in a frenzy to chase after you, ignoring whatever Li had said back.

---

When you escaped, you didn't really know where to go. His lair that he had was underneath a river, and while you thought it would be a nightmare to get out of, you guessed the door that you had found from that corridor was the easiest way out since it led you all the way up to some alleyway. You realized that, yes, you probably were under the Hudson River because you could see it running downstream when you had reached the top.

However, that didn’t matter to you. You hadn’t seen the moon in a long while, and it was a full one. Just your luck. You knew that Octavious would be busy with whatever he was doing in his lab, so you weren’t worried about him finding out until the early hours of the morning.

You were not lucky, however, in knowing where to go. You didn’t really know the area around the river well, especially in the dark, where you couldn’t see anything. Hiding in the alleys and running through the abandoned buildings didn’t help either.

There was no one around, and while you had thought about it, calling out for help probably wouldn’t do you any good. So, instead, you kept going, hoping that you could find an exit to the dark labyrinth soon.

As the moon got higher, and you could no longer hear the river run, you had slowed your pace, speed walking down streets and roads. Your feet hurt by now, but you trudged on, hoping to find someone eventually.

While walking, you pulled the rectangular chip from your pocket. It looked useless, besides that one hole in the wall. It was strange, because you never saw that hole in the wall before. You had scoured up and down that apartment, especially the doors, trying to find a way out. But there was nothing, at least when you looked. Looking at it more closely, the chips weren’t in the same spot as they were. In fact, as you moved around more, they kept changing, morphing into different things. Some looked like actual keys, others motherboards, and some just kept changing geometric shapes. It was constant, but subtle.

You had never noticed that. You were so busy watching them change shape and morph that you almost didn’t hear it. You turned your head, listening to some clanking noise. It was almost rhythmic if it didn’t sound frantic, almost like a car or truck. Maybe it was someone coming to pick something up from one of the buildings! You could get help from them, you thought.

You turned around, ignoring how your feet hurt, and ran towards the noise. You shoved the chip back into your pocket, and ran down the side of the building. The clanking noise was getting louder and closer, but it sounded… strange. Not like a truck or car kind of noise, where the shocks were holding large amounts of cargo, but more like a slamming of a metal pipe on the ground. You slowed your stop at the edge of the building, and peeked your head out, wondering what it was.

To your horror, just a few dozens of meters away, Otto was charging at you. You turned back, and started to run away, really praying that someone would find you now.

“_____!!” You heard him screech, which made you run even faster. You felt the ground shaking by now, and you could hear him push anything that was in his way away. “Get back here, NOW!!”

You kept running, hoping to get the hell away from him. You knew he was getting closer, and you could hear his arms becoming more hectic with every step they took. It made you run as fast as you could, hoping to outrun him, or to run into someone else. However, your luck ran out that night as you felt something slam into your side, and lift you up high into the air.

Catching your breath, you looked down and saw Otto, and he looked furious. The arm around your waist squeezed, making you yelp in pain. You went to say something, but he interrupted you, “Save it. For. Later.” He talked in between moving back towards the base, moving in large swift jumps of his 3 other arms.

While being held, he pulled you close to him, and while you thought he was going to hug you or slap you, instead he reached inside of your pocket and pulled out the rectangular chip that you had. “Hey, don’t-” you reached one of your hands out, trying to grab it from him, but he slapped your hand away.

“Save. It. And this-” he held up the chip, before putting it in his pocket, “Does not belong to you. You stole it.”

You rolled your eyes at that. “I did not-”

Otto stopped suddenly, making you jolt from being held. You grabbed onto the arm tightly, afraid of being dropped. He brought you very close to his face. “What part of save it do you not understand?” He gritted out. He was seething. You could see his eyes shake with anger, he was almost spitting out every word he said.

You decided that you had done enough, and you remained quiet. When you said nothing, he turned back to the road and continued going back to the base. For a short while, it was quiet. At least my feet aren’t hurting that much anymore.

Embarrassingly, you didn’t make it that far from the base based on how short the trip was back. This time, however, he brought you to a new entrance, one you didn’t even know was there. It was through a building, and then through a large pipe in the center of it. While you had thought it was the stupidest entrance ever, the multiple traps, cameras and security measures that he easily moved around or accessed proved it was not an easy way to get in. When he finally reached the bottom of the pipe, it brought you to a room that looked similarly to his lab. Except, it almost looked more evil. It was way bigger, and had tanks and monitors. Everything looked evil.

He walked (still using his arms) over to a large sphere, that looked like one of those Plasma balls you saw online. However, at the top, it had a little latch. He opened the latch, and unceremoniously dropped you in. You slid down the glass onto the floor of it, and you jumped to your feet just as he shut it and locked it. Looking around, it was literally just a fishbowl with a hole in the back.

You turned back to Otto, who was staring at you through the glass. He pressed his hand up against it, at your eye level.

“I am extremely upset with you.” He stated as he visibly tried to calm himself down. His voice sounded around the glass, like an echo. It really was like a fishbowl. “I don’t know or understand why you would run off like that- I know you are scared and frightened, but that is no way to treat your father.”

He had never referred to himself as such before. It took you by surprise, seeing him so… emotional. He started to walk away, even while you tried to say something, to say you were sorry, that you would never run away again. But he just turned around, and said, “I’ll see you in the morning. Think about your actions. We’ll have a talk in the morning.”

He walked out, and the lights turned off, leaving you sobbing in the darkness, alone and afraid.

~~~

Luthor sat in his office, pouring himself another glass of whiskey. He stared blankly out of the window, looking down as cars drove by Lexcorp. He didn’t want to be drinking as much, but there was no reason not to.

His baby was gone. You had disappeared almost 3 months before, and even though he had all of his people looking for you, there wasn’t a clue or lead that could trace back to you.

He remembered saying goodbye to you before you disappeared. He was going on a business trip, and while he would’ve brought you with him, he told himself that he wasn’t going to be gone for long, and that you would be fine for a day or two without him. Now, of course, he would take everything back if he could.

He had sent out every person he had, called in every favor, hell, he even asked Vandal Savage for help. Nothing. There was no one who knew where you were, and no one had seen you the night you disappeared either. Mercy had set up cameras and had sent people to try and find leads, but nothing had come up.

While Lex didn’t want to loose hope, he was starting to realize he might not ever see you again. Shaking his head, he poured himself another glass.

He grabbed the bottle of whiskey and shoved it under his desk. He looked at his glass, still full of whiskey and hid it behind a photograph. The photo was of you and him, on a beach, smiling. He remembered it. It was your birthday and you had asked him to go to Florida, because you had seen the beaches from some show he had let you watch. He didn’t take you to Florida, not that you knew that, but you were so happy that you got to go to the beach that you didn’t care. Even if it was on an island in the middle of the ocean, you had so much fun. He hadn’t seen you that happy in ages. He would bring you there every time he noticed you becoming more antsy or depressed. He was actually planning to bring you there right before you disappeared.

Before he could go back to wallowing in his sorrow, there was a ringing from his phone. He answered it, and Mercy’s voice was on the other line.

“I found them.”

---

You never realized how weird it felt to be in public. You were never allowed to go outside much before, and even when you did, there were usually no one around

So being in a big city, full of lights, people and noise was very strange to you. The buildings were huge: Flashing colors on the windows, different displays of shops and restaurants around you. There was so much. You never thought that cities were like this. The only one you’ve ever seen is the one where Lexcorp was based out of. That one wasn’t as brilliant or flashy as this one. You couldn’t even remember what the name of it was, but you would have to ask one of the Justice League members about it.

Maybe not mentioning that you had left your containment. It was for your safety, they had told you, but you were sure Lex could find you if he really wanted to. He had people everywhere: There was no way he didn’t know you were with the League. Even so, you took precautions like wearing a hoodie and trying to avoid small groups and going for bigger crowds, to blend in.

Anyways, you continued to walk around the city, observing different stores and stalls trying to sell things or food. Eventually, you were on a part of the city that wasn’t as crowded. There were shops and stalls on every available space, along with people standing around them. As you continued walking, you saw a shop with a few people around it. When you got closer, you realized that it was a little burger shop. Your stomach grumbled and you reached into your pocket, seeing if you had any money. Thankfully, you did.

You looked at their menu that they had above the counter, deciding what you should order. Suddenly, an employee walked up the counter. He smiled, and asked, “Hello! Welcome to Burger Stop, how can I help you?”

“Hi, I would like-”

Suddenly, someone grabbed you by the upper arm and pulled you backwards. “_____! There you are!”

You turned to look, and to your surprise and horror, Mercy was there. You tried to pull away, but she held her grip on your arm. “Sorry, this is my daughter” She started to drag you away, ignoring you digging your heels into the pavement. She glanced back at you, saying, “You know it’s getting late. We should get going now.”

Before you could even respond, she led you away, ignoring your pleas and protests. She dragged you down the street, and even though you were digging your heels into the pavement, she did not budge. Eventually after a minute or two of her bringing you around different streets and roads, she brought you before a black Rolls Royce and opened the back seat for you. When you didn’t get in, she shoved you inside and slammed the door behind you. You tried to open the door, but you found it locked. Mercy went to the other side, blocking your only other escape route, and when she got in, she motioned to the driver to go.

“Mercy, I-”

“Save it for Luthor.”

Oh, she was pissed. She never used his actual name unless she was pissed. You tried to open the car door again, but she wasn’t having it. She grabbed your wrist and yanked you away from it, while also simultaneously pulling something out from her pocket.

You were just about to scream something out, when she pressed a small rag up to your mouth. You tried to pull her hand off, but she had gripped your jaw so you couldn't move away. After a moment or so, you felt your head get dizzy and your eyes started to become droopy.

You tried to get away from Mercy, pushing her as hard as you could, but you only brushed against her forearm before you fell limp in your seat.

The last thing you remember is her moving your seat belt onto you, and the lights of the city going by, as the car rumbled away to wherever she was taking you.

---

The first thing you noticed when you woke up was that you had a raging headache, a migraine even. It hurt to even open your eyes, and moving any of your limbs took all of your strength. You were able to hear something or someone move beside you, but you didn’t really focus on them for a few moments.

You groaned as you tried to remember what had happened to you. Did one of the bat kids decide to take you out and you hit your head on something? Did you drink something you weren’t supposed to and get sick?

You heard murmuring from your side again, and you painfully turned your head towards the noise, opening your eyes to try and see what was happening.

You almost jumped out of the bed when you saw that Luthor was holding a glass of water, and holding something in his fist. However, you couldn’t even try to say anything, as your sudden movement from being startled gave more way to your headache, and you quickly laid back down, holding your head in your hands, trying to soothe your aching head.

You felt someone, probably Luthor, pulling you up from your position as he made you sit against the headboard of the bed. You were going to try and hit him, but you physically felt too sick to move. You couldn’t even make out anything without your eyes burning through your head, and the pain was unbearable.

Suddenly, someone nudged you on your arm, and you turned to see that it was Luthor, offering you the glass of water. You didn’t want to take it, but then you made out that he also had 2 pills with him. You quickly realized it was painkillers, and you reached for them.

First, he gave you the glass of water, letting you take a sip, before he handed you the pills. You downed both of them in one go, not wanting to delay the effect. You drank the rest of the water, leaving the glass on the nightstand next to you.

You felt a hand pet your head, and you didn’t turn away. Instead, you went to fall back asleep, trying to ignore everything around you. But he grabbed you by your arms and hoisted you up, so you were sitting against the headrest.

“How did you run away?”

You didn’t answer him, instead you glared at him and crossed your arms. He mimicked you, and chuckled. “You do realize I already know, correct?”

“Then why would you ask me in the first place?”

He uncrossed his arms and walked around the bed to the other side, where he picked up a folder on the nightstand. He flipped through it before he started to lay photos of you escaping through one of the very few galas that he would let you go to with those bat kids. You didn’t remember anything about them besides the little short one being a bitch, but apparent he was always like that. As he pulled out more photos, you turned towards him. “If you knew where I was, why didn’t you come and get me?” you asked snarkily.

He scoffed, grumbling, “Why didn’t you walk down 5 blocks to the Luthor hotel from that little tower they had you in? You went to a burger shop, for Gods sake, and that was a mile away.”

“I didn’t even do a

“Do not be sarcastic with me, I am in no mood to entertain that kind of behavior.” He dropped the folder onto the bed, before he went back to your side and sat back down. “Do you understand how foolish that was? For you to just run away, act like you don’t have a life here, with me?”

You rolled your eyes. “What life? Being stuck in a house all day, with nothing to do?”

At that, he rolled his own eyes. “How many instruments do you play? How many books do you have in that library that I had built for you, how many things in this house, no, mansion that I have made or bought for you? I have done so much for you, when I could’ve left you in someone else’s care, which would’ve been a hell of a lot harder than this.” He gestured towards your room, decorated with pillows and paintings and everything that you had asked him to get for you to decorate it. Everything was in your favorite color, how you liked it.

“You will not leave this island. You will not even leave this villa, or even go past the gates. In fact, you won’t leave your room unless you are accompanied by someone, either Mercy or… whoever I send for you, but you have crossed the line, _____.”

You stared at him, not surprised by his anger, as this is what you were expecting, but you had never seen him so mad.

He leered down at you, grabbing your shoulder. “Am I clear?”

In your heart, you wanted to defy him again, scream at him, curse him, and damn him down to hell. But the rational part of your brain knew that you have already pushed your boundaries with him. So, instead, you simply said, “OK.”

“OK, what?”

“OK, I understand.”

He stood back up, before he walked towards your door. But before he opened it, he turned his head towards you, vaguely saying, “The next time you leave like that, I’ll have you paralyzed.” If it wasn’t so quiet in the room, you wouldn’t have heard it. Before you could say anything else, he opened the door, and slammed it shut.

~~~

It hadn't been very long since you were left there. You could tell because almost nothing in your body healed yet. Most of, if not all of your bones had been broken, fractured or missing and you could barely feel any of your limbs.

The only thing you could feel was your hands. Often times, on your missions you needed to fight or use your hands, and so you made it a habit to heal your hands before the rest of your body. Of course, this was before you were kidnapped.

They weren't totally healed: you still had a few fingernails missing, your left pinky was crooked, and your palms didn't have any skin. But compared to the rest of your body, they were the most intact.

You tried to move your legs but they were shredded. In fact, only your right leg was there, as the other had been ripped off. What was left of the right leg was just a hunk of meat: Nolan had ripped out your femur since you decided to run away. They were slowly growing back, you could feel them there, but it was a slow proccess.

As soon as you could feel some sensation in your neck, you turned your head, looking around to see if there was anything you had missed in the basement. There was the chair, a few empty boxes, and a mirror.

There wasn't a mirror there before. You struggled to get onto your forearms, ignoring the crunching noises of your bones as you dragged yourself to the wall. When you tried to push yourself up, you fell back down, as you remembered your spine didn't completly heal.

You waited a few moments, and focused all of your energy on your back. You counted the beat to your favorite songs, one of the best ways for you to heal quicker as you found. You kept counting, kept switching songs, but... nothing was working. Sure, you were able to flail your arms around a bit, along with moving... what's left of your leg, but it wasn't going back to the way it used to be. It was completly severed, you felt, but where you would feel ligaments and muscles and bones morph and fuse back together, there was nothing.

After a few minutes, you stop trying. Pain meant nothing to you at this point: you've been torn apart and put back together again more times than you could count, but it felt... weird. Like you were a piece of paper slowly drifting down, swaying side to side until you finally met the ground.

As everything went dark, you stopped thinking about Nolan, about Mark, and even Debbie. It didn't matter now. You were going to be free.

---

Before bed, Nolan had Mark go with him to see his "ill behaved sibling," as he put it. The basement was more dingy and dark than he remembered it to be. Besides the smell of iron and blood, there wasn't the usual groan or crunch or curse from you. In fact, when Nolan got completely downstairs, he basically flew over to you.

"Get up."

Mark stood at the bottom of the stairs, staring down at your dismembered body. Unlike other times that Nolan had punished you, you weren't fully healed or even partially. Almost every single wound that you had hours earlier in the day were still there, and it looked like you had dragged yourself around the room from all the blood on the floor.

When you didnt move, Nolan kicked you, hard. Mark was expecting you to say something, do something, maybe at least try to fight back, but you didn't. You just sat there, bleeding all over the place. It made him think something was wrong

At this point, Nolan was obviously pissed. He picked you up by your neck, and held you above him, dangling your body in front of him.

"Dad, I think-"

"Let me handle this, Mark."

"You think you can just pretend to be dead so you can get out of being punished? You were the one who ran away, not me."

He tossed you across the room, letting you hit the wall and slide down unceremoniously. He then floated all the way back up the stairs, before looking back to Mark.

"Good luck trying to get them up."

And with that, he left. Mark stood there for a moment, before he rushed over to you.

"_____, I'm so sorry, I didn't think he would be that mad, I-"

When you didnt look at him, he stopped. He shook you, trying to get your attention, but your eyes were glassy. Empty.

"_____?"

You didnt awnser. Mark kept asking you, shaking you, moving you, but you weren't responding. Not even with a kick or a shout or anything.

It was when he couldn't feel your heartbeat when he started to panic.

"I know you're- you're upset, but cmon, it's just me!" He pleaded, shaking your body again and again. "Dads not here, he's upstairs, somewhere, it's just me!"

You didn't react. You just sat there, pressed up against the wall, looking like a ghost. Mark sat next to you, holding the remains of your hand.

"I'll sit with you, OK? Until you feel better. Don't worry, I don't mind. It's not like I'm doing anything."

He laughed to himself, before he squeezed your hand.

"Please heal soon. I miss you."

~~~

~~~

She’s very possessive and strict with you, and she’s in control of everything surrounding you, and when I mean everything, I mean EVERYTHING.

It doesn’t matter what it may be, the people who are around you, the things you do, your location, everything has been approved by her and set up in a way that she knows exactly whats going to happen in your day.

I would think she would have a routine schedule for her darling, because she’s needs to make sure they’re getting food, they’re being entertained, and, maybe as an extra way to keep you busy, she gives you your own education course tailored directly for your learning habits.

She really doesn’t like it when this schedule is interrupted, for any reason. If someone else disrupted it, whether by accident or on purpose, she gets pissed. If it was you who disrupted it (woke up late, didn’t finish an activity on the time she thought it would take, you weren’t hungry etc) she is usually OK with changing it.

Whenever she can, she likes to be with you. She loves just talking with you, and she loves hearing you talking about whatever you did that day (even if she already knows), but she ESPECIALLY loves it when you let her talk about what she did in her day, or even just asking you questions on what you think about random topics.

She hates it when you have to meet new people. Because of the fact that you rarely talk to literally anyone (besides her of course), you always seem to want to get to know these new people since you never get to talk to anyone. This causes her to get irritated, and she lets you know by essentially glaring at whoever you just met.

If you weren't taken or if you don't rebel against her, she likes to take you on trips sometimes. It’s very rare, but if she has the time and she knows that you’re getting bored just sitting in the mansion she has you placed in, she’ll bring you to another mansion or house that she knows there’s going to be no one to bother the two of you. She might even show you a list to choose from.

If she’s extremely busy for a few weeks at a time, she has you being watched by her minions and sometimes she doesn’t even need updates from them (just because shes looking at the cameras, watching you).

The more rebellious you become, the more pissed she gets. She may love you very much, but she can be the biggest bitch to you as well if you start acting like one to her.

Hell, if you make her too mad, she might get really petty and make things ‘personal’, like keeping your bedroom cold, but taking away your blankets, or taking away all your activities/entertainment and make you study your worst subject

Actually, the more she feels that you don’t love her, the more she will try to be in your presence. When you’re having your little spats about whatever you’re both arguing about, sometimes she’ll just sit in your room with you, waiting until you say something so she can continue arguing with you

Overall, she’s a very easy to please person with her darling, but her patience is thin, and when it breaks, things can go South very, very quickly.

She loves making you feel like you can’t do anything on your own. In fact, she’ll give you wrong information and then when you repeat it to someone else or her, when they correct you, and you try to tell her that she was the one who told you that, she’ll deflect your argument by saying, “It’s OK that you didn’t remember that, ______.”

~~~

you're going to get gifts from everyone. everyone. some are more extravagent than others, but they're all very well put together and you could tell that they were meant for you.

personalized clothing, a game you had talked about, if you had looked at something beforehand, you're going to get it.

bruce will get you flowers and will even have breakfast or lunch with you out in the garden. the batkids will give you cards and small gifts before the bigger gifts come out. even alfred will make you special meals, only for you, and will make sure that you're not being overwhelmed by all of the family.

the whole day is really about you. if you don't want to go anywhere, they'll all hang around the house and sit with you. if you do want to go somewhere specific, like a park or a resturant, they are happy to oblidge.

they all have different ways of celebrating with you. this also causes a few issues between the siblings, damian in particular.

however, they know that them arguing won't make you feel better, so they all really try to get along with each other for mothers day. everything is coordinated, there's barely any arguments or problems even within the week before, and they all hang out with you at the same time.

the whole week is centered around you, and they all put in extreme effort to make sure you feel special and appreciated (if you don't already know that). in fact, they will subtlety ask you if you wanted to do anything in particular, and make their plans centered around what you want. if you want it to be a surprise, they will make sure it's something you will be extremely happy with.

if anybody makes you feel less special or says something wrong, they'll take care of it. you probably won't even know they said anything because they're gone as soon as they opened their mouth. if you did happen to hear anything, you'll forget about it immediately with all of the love and attention you're getting from the batfamily.

~~~

I'm so sorry this is a year late but I had it sitting there and I could finish it before mothers day so I did. I hope this is good for u guys bc I was really happy I was able to finish this. I love you guys 💗💗💗

~~~

dick doesn't notice anything about the others at all, until either you point it out or they do. he might even figure it out on his own just through his stalking problem.

when he does find out, though, he's trying his absolute hardest to make you like him more. gifts, helping you without hesitation, hell he might even just admit his feelings to you.

however, this is short lived because everybody notices and gets pissed off. since they aren't doing anything about their feelings, neither should he. I think that's how the whole thing would play out, nobody admitting anything, or if they did, they retract it immediately.

anyways, his relationship doesn't change much after he finds out about everyone else. he just seems a bit too close for everyone's comfort, even yours.

he likes to bring you out to different places, and while it's usually set in a platonic setting, he likes to pretend to himself that you two are together, and that there's no one else who wants to take you.

gets very jealous easily, and even though he tries not to show it, he gets upset every time you talk about your romantic interests. even if they're fictional, you can feel his mood drop just from mentioning anyone.

jason, on the other hand, could tell immediately that some of his siblings had the same crush. really just damian and dick, but that's still something.

he doesn't go about it the way that everyone else does, however: he instead tries to hang out with you, doing things that seem more brotherly, and sometimes more fatherly.

doesn't care about the others unless they start acting romantically. he puts a stop to that real fast, under the guise of brotherly protection.

he's come to terms that he'll never get to have you as a partner, so hes more passive whenever you talk about things like that. he wants you to be the happiest you can be while also still being in your life.

his favorite thing to do with you is showing you how to do things. you've never changed a tire? you don't know how to fix a washer? unlike dick, who simply wants to help you to seem more desirable to you, jason genuinely wants to teach you and show you how to do things.

while he mainly does it so that you know what to do, he also partially does it so that you won't be asking anyone else for help.

tim is also very shy, so for a while you think he's the odd one out of his family. he doesn't talk to you much, he excuses himself a lot if you're in the room, and every time you do talk to him, he avoids eye contact and doesn't say more than 3 words.

while tim doesn't always act this way, you've found that if you just corner him and try to engage in a conversation he becomes much more comfortable, and eventually, he only becomes shy if his siblings are talking to you.

he has mixed feelings about the whole situation. on one hand, he's sad that he can't explore anything with you and that it might be someone else. on the other hand, he knows that it might be inevitable and that he should be worrying about who you might choose.

he knows that you view them more platonically, so he's not worried about them, but more rather the people around you. while he doesn't get worried or possessive around his family, he will get that way in front of people who he thinks have a chance with you.

he likes to just hang out with you. whatever you want to do, he'll do it, even if he doesn't have any interest in it. he'll pay for a lot, too. food, trinkets, clothes, anything you want you can just ask him.

damian instantly notices everyone else's attraction, how could he not. he doesn't confront anyone at first, just giving everyone the meanest side eye until they all sit down after someone (dick) almost tells you about their crush. They tell each other that none of their feelings can be revealed, as it would create conflict between all of them.

damian doesn't really change how he acts around you, since he's basically just being nice to you, while passive aggressive with everyone else. there's not a lot of change there.

he likes to take you around on hikes, usually trails or paths that aren't known very well, but have a beautiful payout at the end of them. he brings your favorite food, and you both sit and talk about whatever.

out of all of them, however, he has the biggest reaction to seeing other people who aren't his siblings try to ask you out. he gets in their face, acting like he has a problem with them, being more aggressive than with everyone else.

he's the only one out of the five who actively doesn't want you to get in a relationship with someone else. this isn't because he's secretly planning something, but he doesn't think anyone besides him or his siblings should get to have that chance. the only reason he isn't really doing anything about his siblings is because while he might semi hate them, they're still his siblings, and they're still his family.

--cannot find one for stephanie I'm sorry :(--

stephanie originally wasn't included in their talk about keeping their feelings to themselves. so she does actually try something, but is quickly stopped by the rest of the group.

when it's explained to her why she shouldn't do anything about her feelings, shes originally going to completely disregard the whole thing and continue trying to pursue you, tim somehow convinces her to just let her feelings sit.

while she originally didn't want you to be with anyone else, she drops it just as quickly since she finds that it's actually fun to act as matchmaker, which she also drops quickly since she got tired of being hunted by damian.

she likes bringing you out of the manor, really anywhere. since you're the introvert, she's your extrovert friend who drags you everywhere, even if you're unenthusiastic. sometimes, she won't even bring you to crowded places, instead she'll bring you in the city, but on skyscrapers and show you different areas of the city.

while she sometimes feels sad about how she will never be able to tell you the truth, she always gets over it quickly. she likes seeing you happy, even if it's not with her, which for her, is all she needs.

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sorry this took so long :( ily guys sm, tho!!

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if you were somehow able to harm him, there would be a moment of pride that you would be strong enough both mentally and physically to attack him. he would feel even more pride if you left a mark on him.

however, this feeling is short-lived and he doesn't waste any time in stopping you and dragging you back to your room.

he doesn't immediately visit you, instead he makes sure that there aren't any other alternatives for you to escape to and to make sure that there isn't anyone else that was with you.

once he knows for sure that there isn't anyone else and that you're secure, he might wait a few hours before he actually goes to talk to you. he has someone watching you at all times until he decides that you're ready to talk.

his reaction might depend on how you react when he walks into your room. if you start cursing him out, attacking him, anything that's more violent or aggressive, he'll just push you away. while that may not seem like much, it's gonna feel like he threw you to a wall due to his strength.

if you are more passive, or if you just don't automatically attack him, it's gonna be way more awkward. he expects you to be violent with him, so when you're just sitting there waiting for him to say something, he waits for you to say anything.

either way, once he knows you've calmed down, he'll explain to you what his plan for you will be. anything that would be considered leaving apocalypse or him would not be allowed. you would have someone watching you at all times, even when you slept. everything that you could do beforehand is either not allowed or you must have someone watching over you. your privacy isn't really considered throughout all this, either.

he doesn't care how much you cry or beg for forgiveness, because he does not care. to him, you dug your own grave and now you must lay in it.

unless you also destroyed something or killed someone very important to his plans, he's gonna act like nothing happened. actually, the person who would watch over you the most would be him.

your regular duties and classes would be the same, but he might add on a class or two and make you be with the furies for longer.

if you somehow did destroy something or kill someone important, he would just ground you. you can't leave your room, you can't talk to anyone but him, and you wake up at a certain time of day and, if you can't sleep well, he'll drug you.

actually, if he finds that your behavior continues for a while, he'll just start giving you different drugs to see which ones make you calm but aware.

doesn't care about how you feel about the whole situation, he only cares about the fact that you will never do something like it again. while he's still a little proud of your courage and strength, you might as well be one wrong move away from beating you ass himself.

he hopes that one day you'll never have another thought about leaving him.

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again, sorry that took so long. but this was fun to write, :) 💗💗

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"WAKE UP!"

Cletus jumped up, immediately regretting it as he felt his headache arise. He leaned back, his head swirling with pain.

"What the hell...?"

Get up, Cletus! We must go, we have to move!

Ignoring the pain, Cletus got himself up and looked around. He remembered the night before- leaving the apartment, driving for a few hours...

He sobered up once he realized what had happened. He looked around, seeing if he could see you, but you were nowhere to be found. Neither was Knull.

He got up, glass crunching under his feet as he jumped over fallen shelves. He rushed outside, seeing that it was empty. Just the truck, glass, and the gas pumps.

"Fuck," he breathed out, and moved towards the truck. Carnage was yelling about every idea and curse they had, and it was becoming more of a nuisance than any help. He opened the door, seeing that nothing was taken or broken, including the keys.

He took them! We have to get them back! What are we waiting for?! Let's go!

"I know that." He grabbed the keys and got into the driver's seat. "We gotta lay low for a minute, though."

He started the truck, and started to back out into the freeway. "We can't let Knull know we might be alive, because if he figures it out, we're probably never gonna live another day."

The truck rolled forward, and Cletus hit the gas. "We need a plan, and sooner than later."

---

The first thing you had noticed when you woke up was how comfortable you were.

The bed you were given was the best you've ever had, even if you didn't want to admit it. There were layers of blankets and pillows stacked up on each other, and the mattress was so soft. It was like you were melting into it when you laid down.

The next thing you noticed was that your broken nose was patched up. It had bandages around it, along with some gauze. Fortunately for you, it didn't hurt that much. They must've given you something to combat it.

The room you were in was extremely spacious, and even though the bed was huge, it wasn't even taking up a third of the space. There was a vanity mirror on your left, a dresser and a door to your right, and in front of the bed was a window that stretched across the wall, with pink curtains that were pulled back. It showed a beautiful landscape of a wide farmland, with a forest to the sides and a beautiful sunrise.

You ignored all of that, though, and instead pulled the covers off of you. You got up and walked to the window. It seemed thick, not thick enough that you couldn't break it, but enough that it would have to get something big to break it. There wasn't anyone outside, either, so they would have either been in the house or somewhere else.

There wasn't anything else in the room that could help you. You found a pair of shoes and socks, but other than that, you were wearing what you were from the night beforehand. Was it the night before? You couldn't tell.

You went to open the door, finding that it was open. When you tried to open it, it made a loud creaking noise. You stopped, hearing and listening for anyone that would come by.

But nobody came.

You peaked your eyes out, seeing that there was no one there. When you opened it more, and looked the other way, no one was there. At first, you didn't want to move, in case it was some delayed reaction, and they were just behind the wall. But eventually, after a few more seconds of silence, your curiosity couldn't take it.

Making sure that you weren't making more noise, you slowly stepped out of the room before shutting the door. The hallway looked similar to the room, run down but still... homey.

Turning to the right, you decided to find the staircase since you were definitely on the second floor of the house. The hallway itself was more decorated than you originally had thought, as well. There were pictures, family photos, of an older man, probably in his late 50s, along with his wife. They both seemed very happy in the photo.

There were more photos of them, along with different awards and degrees, showing the accomplishments of the couple. You didn't give much focus to them, however, because you were already going down the stairs by the time you found the end of the hallway.

The stairs, while old, didn't make any noise when you went down them, which you were extremely thankful for. Once all the way down, you turned the corner, standing on the last step. The stairs went into a kitchen, which then led into a living room. You walked into the kitchen, looking around.

The first thing you looked for was a knife block, but either they didn't have one or they had been taken away. So, you continued opening the drawers, trying to find something to help you. Most of them were just utensils and tools, but eventually, you found the silverware drawer.

There were a few butter knives, but to the side, there were a few steak knives. You picked one up before you closed the drawer. You slid the knife into your pocket, being careful to make sure you wouldn't stab yourself by accident. When you were sure that it was secure, you moved into the next room.

The living room wasn't anything special. Two armrest chairs, a TV, and a coffee table. But there was a door on the other side.

You walked to it and turned the knob. It was unlocked, and while you wanted to run away, you again checked and made sure that there wasn't anyone outside waiting for you.

When the coast was clear, you swung the door open, and you shut it behind you. There was a little porch, and again, two chairs. Looking around, it seemed like there wasn't anything around you. No car, no buildings, just the house and the land in front of it. It must've been somewhere really remote.

Just when you were about to go back inside to see if there was anything else you could take, you smelled something. It was rotten, terrible, and even though your smell wasn't as prominent, you could tell it was from the side of the house.

Covering your nose, you walked over to the left side of the house, trying to see if the smell was from there, but there was only a few tools and some buckets

You turned towards the edge of the grass, where it was cut just enough to walk through, and the smell became more prominent. You tried to peak over the grass to see if something was there, but you couldn't see anything from where you were.

Before you could even walk to see if there was anything, you were picked up by the back of your neck and pulled off the ground. Your feet dangled while you grabbed the hand that held you, trying to pry it off.

"What are you doing?" You looked to your right to see that same symbiote from last night, Rumble? The orange streaks seemed more prominent than the previous night, probably due to the better lighting.

You continued to grab at their hand, trying to pull it off, but to no avail. Suddenly, you remembered the knife you had taken from the kitchen. You reached for your waist, only being able to pull out the knife, trying to stab the symbiote before it was grabbed and yanked away from you.

For a few seconds, you tried to pull the knife away from the symbiote but were unsuccessful. They held it above your reach, eyeing it, before they turned to you.

"Where did you get this?" When you didn't answer, they shook you harshly. "Where did you get this?"

"Fuck you."

Shaking their head, they walked back to the house while you struggled to get away. They walked all the way from the living room back to the room you were put in. They tossed you onto the bed and then slammed the door.

You rolled onto your stomach and pushed yourself up to sit. The symbiote moved towards the vanity mirror and sat on the bench. It creaked with their weight, but it held itself up.

"_____, where did you get this?" They held up the knife, pointing it towards you. You didn't respond.

It seemed to piss them off as they got up from the bench, seemingly going to lunge at you. But they stopped. They seemed to be thinking, and they sat back down. Maybe they thought it wasn't worth it?

"Look, I know that you may be a little... stressed from the recent events, but you have to be cooperative. Knull will not be as forgiving as I might be, and if he finds out you were outside... it won't be good."

Silently rolling your eyes, you pushed yourself against the wall. "Then why did he break my nose?"

They cringed for a moment but quickly composed themselves, "He did not mean it: you were simply acting out."

"Acting out? I was trying to get away from him because he grabbed me!"

Rumble hissed, whispering, "Do not raise your voice."

Before you could even answer, they continued, "_____, you must calm down before he comes back. He- urgh," they got up from his chair, and paced around for a moment.

They turned back to you, and held out the knife. "I won't tell him about this," he gestured the knife towards you, "But what I will say is this- if you continue to act out, either to me, or worse, Knull, I won't save you from the consequences. Do you understand?"

You looked at their hand, and then back to them. You remembered how worried Cletus and Carnage were about Knull, and how easily he was beaten. While Eddie nor Venom never said anything about either Carnage or Knull, you knew that it would be the same for them.

"...I understand." Rumble nodded, and began to walk out. "I'll leave you here for now: Knull will be back by noon, he should bring you lunch."

They opened the door, but they turned back to you. "I'm... sorry for shaking you. But please, next time just cooperate."

They shut the door, and you heard it lock.

You already checked the room beforehand, so you took off your shoes and socks, setting them down next to your bed. You laid down, trying to rest, while also trying to think of any way to escape.

---

The next few hours were just sleeping. You didn't dream at all, but when you woke up, you saw that it was probably already noon. You pulled back the covers, and noted that your shoes and socks were gone, and replaced with slippers.

You looked back to the window, trying to see if anyone was outside. You couldn't tell, so you laid back down.

While you were thinking about what to do, you heard a knock. The door opened, and you saw Knull peer inside. He smiled, and pushed open the door fully. He walked in, and you saw Rumble follow behind him.

Even though the room was huge, it looked small when Knull fully stepped inside. He looked around, humming a little tune, before he walked over to your bed and sat at the edge.

"How are you feeling?" He asked, holding a plate of food. You didn't really care about the food, though. Instead, you glared at Knull, not looking away for a moment.

You could see Rumble give you a nervous look, but you didn't give him a glance. Knull's smile faltered a little, but he held out the plate of food, trying to get you to take it.

"It won't kill you to eat." When you didn't reach out to take it, he continued, "_____, it's just meat and potatoes, how hard can that be to eat?"

While you were going to continue to ignore him, you gave a quick glance at Rumble, and the genuinely seemed worried. They were holding their hands, and their eyes, while just blank, still held some sort of warning.

I won't save you from the consequences.

You turned back to Knull, and reluctantly grabbed the plate from him. His smile returned, as he beamed at you. "Good, eat as much as you can."

He reached out to touch your face but you moved to the side. He frowned. "_____." You heard Rumble quietly protest, but you did not care.

"Why did you take me?"

Knull looked at you, and shook his head before he suddenly stood up, and yanked the plate out of your hands. He threw it at the wall, a loud crash following suit. Food and ceramic bits were all across the dresser and the wall, but he didn't seem to care and he grabbed you by your shirt and hoisted you up.

"Why are you acting so difficult? I saved you, I'm bringing you to a better life and all you can do is act like a brat."

"Why did you take me?" You could see him get irate when you repeated yourself, and he was about to do something to you, but suddenly, a hand was placed on his shoulder.

"_____ is simply worried, they're not in the right of mind-"

Knull dropped you, letting you fall to the bed, and lunged towards Rumble. They tried to dodge, but were unsuccesful. Knull backhanded them, hitting them across the room and through the window. Glass shattered everywhere, and you heard Rumble hit the ground below the room. What was with Knull and throwing people through windows?

While you tried to peek over to see if they were ok, Knull marched over to the broken window. "You will not interfere with this!" He pointed down, probably to Rumble, before he turned back and walked to you.

He kneeled, grabbing your face before you could stop him. He rubbed his thumbs across your cheeks, and he embraced you in a hug.

"_____, I love you very much, you are very dear to me. You are my baby, and you will have everything you will ever ask for once you are ready. But..."

"The next time you run away like you did this morning, I will cut off your legs and make sure you never leave me again."

You were silent, trying not to show your fear. He gave you a kiss on your forehead, smiled and stood up. He walked to the door, saying, "I will see you tonight. Fix your attitude by then."

He stopped and turned to the window, yelling out "Rumble, replace that window before tonight."

He slammed the door behind you, and you were left shaking, as you wondered what you were going to do.

---

By the time you were getting ready for bed, Rumble had finally fixed your window by having another symbiote in the nearby city get a new window panel for him. He had let Knull be in charge of giving you your dinner, as he did not want another window to be replaced.

They were just getting down from putting it in place when they heard something from behind them. They turned around, seeing nothing. They looked closer, and saw an outline of someone in the trees.

"Who's there?"

A voice shushed them. "Be quiet."

Just before Rumble could attack them, the stranger put their hands up. "I am not here to fight you, but I need you to listen to me."

Rumble scoffed. "Why should I trust you?"

"Because I know that you feel somewhat bad for _____. I have a way to get them out."

Rumble did not falter in their stance, but they were intrigued. "How can a human defeat a god?"

"Oh please, I'm not that human."

The figure stepped out, and Rumble realized they were another symbiote. A white and black one, and while they looked familiar, they couldn't remember who it was.

"Who are you?"

"My name is Anti-Venom, I am a... offspring of Venom. I have a proposition for you, that I think you would benefit greatly from."

Rumble considered his options. He gave a glance to the window, knowing Knull was either still there or was somewhere in the house.

"Let's find somewhere more private, yes?" Anti-Venom smiled, it's teeth glinting in the light.

Rumble relaxed, and fully turned to Anti-Venom, nodding. "You have one chance."

Anti-Venom chuckled. "That will be all I need."

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I was rereading the previous parts and got inspired to write this. I hope y'all like it tho because this was fun to write, love you guys sm <3