Kerosene

Life's good with Alfred being practically your dad as the rest of the family ignores you nearly all the time. You learnt to ignore it, the silence is nice. No random Dick Graysons popping out in sparkly outfit to hug you (scared Jason for a long time and Tim to the point he put motion sensors in his windows and doors). Alfred was a nice man and a great father figure. Especially after your mother died in that car crash. The scar from the window breaking and glass hitting you still burns in the night. The car swishing the sudden heat of the seat belt burning in your skin as it tried to keep your small child like body from turning over with the car makes you want to tear your skin away. It still haunts you, the sound of the blood dripping. Yet what haunts you more from that night is that creature...It was a cow. Yet it looked everything but normal. It was red, like crimson red. On top of that why would a cow be in the middle of a highway? There is no farm or village nearby this is Gotham city. That's when it happened. A sudden glow. It was like a block of gold just...blew up!

Ever since then you had...dreams. But the scary part about those where they always came true. You had a dream. A man in a crisp black suit, it looked expensive. His hair was combed back, and his eyes were blue. Bright blue. Yet it hold no emotions. Even though he was bring you somewhere, it felt like he didn't really care about you in general. And two days later the dream came true. With it came a nightmare, of being a stain on a wall. The empty house, the forgotten promises. No one really cared about it. Yet you didn't mind it either. You had better things to deal with. Especially with your powers to technically 'prophesize' the future.

You don't really care about the people living in the same house, not even bothered with their actions. Alfred cared, he always did. That was enough for you. You grew up with only your mother caring about you. You don't mind being a 'mistake' in their eyes. A creation of a one night stand that happened with that playboy and your mother. Alfred took you to the man, John was his name. He worked with magic. Helped you understand your power. And soon you became his student (much to his dismay). Yet he figured out what was wrong with you. You're a vessel. Yet your soul was strong enough to out power the small soul of the god in you. A Greek god he said. A god of many things. Apollo.

So that's why you could suddenly sing so well. Now that just made you said that you aren't naturally talented in singing and musical instruments like you thought. Another thing for Damian to whine about. You can already hear that hell spawn saying "Oh so the only thing you were good at, was from a god and not you? Should have seen that coming." Ah, the thought made you have a headache. Yet you didn't tell anybody. Till one day you left. You left and you never came back. Until a vigilante named '(Your Vigilante Name. Or Y/V/N) came.

Of course the Batfamily realized you were gone. But they had more in their plate especially with this new hero. Yet they were too busy to piece your disappearance with y/v/n. After all the practically useless reader can't be the vigilante that is practically as strong as a god! Oh well plot twist. You knew their identity. You had eyes of course. They had the same voice, they left to the library at the same time. Plus, you may have done some hacking into Tim's computer to find documents. But that was beside the point.

You started helping out the poorer side. Being a vessel of the god that can heal everything and anything helped heal the wounds of those kiddos. Of course you left the worse people to die, there is a reason those rats got the disease in the first place. Yet when you called Batman 'Bruce' accidentally while on a mission. Your bow and arrow still in hand glowing like you were that is when it clicked him. The way y/v/n said it sounded exactly like You. You, his child that he forgot like dust in a corner. You his child that he didn't even care to bring to those small night outs in batburger. You his child that he doesn't even remember the name of. No, he won't let you go again.

With that came the start of your hell. Making sure to keep these little devices all around your room which they kidnapped took you to. Every thing in here was bugged to the rim. You can't even use your powers because of the seal they put on that sapphire necklace you aren't allowed to take off. They can't let their precious sibling fight! Oh no, no no. What would happen if you got hurt! Soon your life got very, energetic. You had 0 moment to yourself. One second Jason was showing you his gun collection while the other Cass was asking you to come to her Ballet show. You wanted to leave, to escape. Yet they just couldn't let their love sibling go. They lost you once and it was hell for them. They won't give you a chance to leave and get hurt. They lost enough siblings.

You wake up your head hurting and your stomach grumbling for being hungry for so long you sat up hearing a sudden yelp and a tug on your hair looking back you notice Stephanie with a hair brush. Was she brushing your hair while you were asleep? You sigh when you see the room around you it was much more lavish and well decorated than your apartment with all of your favorite stuff. You hold your head in your hand trying to remember but you just can't "Don't try and remember. It won't help." Steph's voice cut through the air and you notice Cass sitting near the corner in those fancy little teardrop shaped hanging chairs with pillows in (f/c). You look upwards focusing on the cameras. Tim or Bruce maybe even babs is on it. Most probably Tim. You try and get up but your legs weak unable to hold your weight Cass even if she isn't one big with physical interaction or interaction overall ran up to help you making you stay on the bed the plush sheets on a bed too big for one person. The room felt stuffy with the big space it held. You couldn't wrap your head around the sudden addition of things you like the expensive gifts and clothes in perfect fit to your body expensive jewelry you will never bat an eye over after the next gala you go to with your dad. Who is your dad again? Did you even have a dad? He never acted like one. He never came. Should you call him dad? He never allowed you to. What did he ask you to call him again? His last name, Mr.Wayne.

Not even a nickname or his first name like the many adopted children he cares for. No, you were never one of them. A mistake. A mark that was left by your mother when you were just a child. Maybe if you weren't alive things could be better no? Or maybe things won't change at all since you are that insignificant. Then why now? Now that you moved on and wanted to bury that aching feeling for love and attention they give you what you wanted? You thought it was just another dream. Another one of those mindless delusion your mind created to help you cope with the loneliness. However seeing their bright faces which even your wildest imagination couldn't pick up since you never saw it before just made you know this is reality. They realized what they lost. They aren't leaving their baby sis/brother again. Especially with how much more death started to bloom in the bloodied land of Gotham with the new games that the owls made. Or you think the owls made them. You don't know much but you heard a few things from Bruce here and there. Out of most of his useful genes you got stealth. It wasn't bad especially when you want to figure out why you aren't allowed to leave when before they never cared. You need to find a way out. Out of this maze. Out of this hellhole with people that you used to call family now more obsessed than ever with the fact of your safety.

Your earliest memories dates back to the day everything went downhill. All the screaming from your mothers side your sibling back then only being Dick and Jason both looking like they lost their mother while your child self just couldn't wrap your head around what was happening. Maybe it was your brain trying to stop the hurtful words, swears, and curses coming out of the two head's of the houses mouths. Or maybe it was the way Alfred just covered your ears while whispering sweet nothings which even he himself won't keep. Saying how everything is alright and how we should go to a different room. You followed him but the fight never subsided only growing louder and louder every second when a slap was heard throughout the empty manor.

Your next memories goes to a court of sort. The wooden walls were freshly polished of still having a slight smell of the polish a hint of perfume most probably from all of the rich stuck up people that tried to come here to put dirt on Bruce's name. You remembered how it just kept going back and forth before your father pulled some strings to keep you there with him. After all what other place in Gotham is safe for a child than the esteemed Wayne manor itself where you grew up in? Won't it be hard on your child mind if you were taken in a unknown place and force to live there with your step-dad? After all your father can provide for good education healthcare and what not. It covers all the checklist. And a little bit of money to the court and your mom's lawyers where able to make your mother lose the case completely giving your father full custody.

You really didn't understand why he made that decision after you came back home. Or for the next 10 years or so that was spend while you lived under his roof. He never cared He never checked on you or spend time with you training or having family game night. Why would he spend money to keep you? That is when you thought that it was only to keep you under surveillance. To make sure you don't ruin the Wayne name. He never cared now did he? Why would he? I was the child of the woman that cheated on him. No one wants to be connected with the woman that left them for another man and took their money. You aren't worth anything at all no matter how good you are with your grades or how well you do sports and the number of trophies and medals you bring home with you. It just won't happen. He just doesn't have time for you, and he never truly will have time for you.

You remember that day clearly. The saddened look in Alfred's eyes as he just looked down at the snow. The footprints of your boots slowly getting covered with the slow falling snow that has graced the cold night of Gotham city making it slightly peaceful in the bloody city. Your eyes meet his but his never meet yours. Just in case it breaks him. Just in case he sees Julia in you knowing he is leaving someone he though of as a daughter/son again. "Alfred, I will meet you again at break. No need to worry." You didn't bother telling anyone. They won't remember you either ways. What's the point in wasting your time? "Young master/miss. I wish you a safe travel and a bright future ahead of you." You smile at his words. He was the only one to say that to you after all. "Thank you Alfred, and I told you. Call me [name]." "That will be too impolite-" "Doesn't matter. I am more your daughter than my father's." "You are giving me too much credit...[name]" You hold his hand. "And you are pushing your work down too much. Call me when you are free alright?" "If that is what you wish young master/miss" You chuckle at him calling you young master again. He can never be informal to a Wayne now can he? You give him a slight nod before taking your luggage and leaving in a taxi to the dorms near your college. You looked out the window. The snow was pure and white. It helped you calm down a bit. Mindless questions and thoughts roamed your head. Will they search for me? Will they realize I am not there? Or are they going to go through their life like nothing changed? Like a living breathing person just didn't disappear out of nowhere? If they do notice how long will it take? You cut yourself with a sigh taking out your phone to get some way to entertain yourself as you notice the upcoming traffic.

Bruce felt like something was missing. Alfred was showing a hint of sadness which was rare from the near emotionless old man. Damian was also more broody like he didn't have a proper outlet to let his anger filter out. He walked around the halls trying to find what was missing. All of his children where there. He counted them and everything. His eyes wander around checking every room. Nothing was out of place. Nearly nothing when he found a room the furthest from his. He opened the door seeing nothing again. He swore he felt something from this room. Yeah. Something was missing from this room. He went inside checking every piece of furniture. Nothing was missing with how much he recalled. That is when his eyes landed on a cobwebbed doll. He took the doll in his hands checking it as he got rid of the layers of dust on it. A...Batman plushie? Bruce squeezes it slightly when a static voice of a little girl/boy came out. "I love you!" it said. Bruce's eyes went wide realizing what was missing. His child. His first child his baby boy/girl. Bruce tried to remember where you were. When did you leave? How come he doesn't remember us leaving? How did you look like again? Did he spend that much time away from you that he just never realized you were missing? How long has it been since he heard your voice? Last time he believe your were still 8. It was in the court where you yelled "Mama!" when the judge asked who you wanted to be with. The pain he felt back then was irreversible. Maybe that is why he just couldn't bring himself to check up on you. Hearing your soft sobs about wanting to be with your mother. It hurt like hell to him when it wasn't his name coming out of your lips. It hurt even more when you wrote your last name as "Pennyworth" in your school assignment. You were a smart child. You knew what your actions did. And that just fueled that fire in Bruce's heart even more. If he can't have me in this life time he will just think he does. The best way to? Dream about it, but dreams never come to reality. So he (unknowingly) pushed you away. What could he do? He couldn't bring himself to love you knowing what your mother did. However that didn't put out the fire to be your father figure again in his mind. Yes. He won't say he was neglecting you. No! no! that would be horrible! What father neglects their daughter? You were just overshadowed for the time being. Yes that is all. He is just overprotective of you! He can't let you enter the vigilante life! He already lost Jason once he isn't losing you. However realizing that you are gone for god knows how long and he never realized it made something snap inside of him. He lost you didn't he? His dreams of being a normal dad to his daughter is lost with you somewhere in a dark alley in Gotham.

Bruce looked out at the garden while the family tried and tried to find your location. Damian being the worst of them all. Though his emotions don't stem from anger like it normally does. This time he feels fear, fear something could have happened to his elder sis. He never wanted to scare me this bad! You am his blood sister so you didn't leave because of him right? He said sorry to you after slashing you! You won't leave him right? right? right? Damian kept on brooding most of the day though when he came out of his room with that strict face like he always did the blood shot eyes show a different story. Damian never truly saw you. He saw a sister he was obligated to liking. Maybe that is why he was so sick of you. He saw Bruce in you. With the small habits you picked up. Maybe that is why he pushed you away. Afraid your relationship will just become like his and Bruce's. A boy who wants to be with his blood father with the only thing keeping him from thinking that his father will dispose of him is the blood that flows within him. Dick was the second most panicked one. He wanted to be like a perfect older brother to most of his siblings. He is being the dad for most of his siblings he wanted to to do the same with you. However soon he had to go to bludhaven and there just wasn't enough time to meet up with you and take care of you. You won't leave him... no you will never! It was the others it has to be. Even if the guilt is eating him alive denial is the only coping mechanism he knows. No one else in the world deserves to hold you in a warm embrace like him. He cared! He swears he did! He came up to you every now and then unlike the others! That must count as something right?! Jason was shaken though he didn't let that shine through wearing his mask more often especially near the family and Alfred not wanting them seeing his bloodshot eyes or the eyebags under his eyes from trying to find you. Jason leaves immediately after hearing about your disappearance, cursing God and Bruce. Spitting venom at anyone he can and in the privacy of the hide out he runs to, himself. He turns to bad habits quickly. One thing leads to another and the Pit's rage is on full steam again. Tim and Babs had the same reaction mostly. Being tech nerds they did what they best do went on their computers finding every and any clue. Which is how they figured out you were in the squid games. They spend hours, days, weeks in their room Tim barely eating Babs being forced to by Dick. The joy they felt when they heard about you where you might be was like they just went to Mount Everest and back down in one piece. Yet it was short lived as they realized just what type of games the squid games is.

Your head throbbed slightly looking around the party. The gala this time was for a special reason. Bruce's only blood daughter is back home safe and sound. Your mind cuts off all of the spineless chatter from the rich girls surrounding you, most probably talking about a guy they met or how their dad didn't buy them the correct car or give them the phone with the correct color. You didn't care, it came in one ear and left from the other. Your eyes land on the snow falling in the distance a soft sigh left your lips as you remember the day you were supposedly freed from the golden cage that this family had made. After a few small talks you leave the girls and go to the balcony away from the noise for a few seconds. That's when you hear a familiar footsteps. "Why are you here? It's cold outside." Leave. Leave. Leave. Leave. That tiny little voice nags on your head. You turn around to be granted with Jason. "I need a few minutes to myself." Jason looked up at you before standing beside you. "If you want I can leave." "Please do." Without missing a beat you replied. Your eyes went back to the snow piling in front of you. Why are they suddenly taking care of you again? They never once invited you to a party and now...and now they are throwing a party for you? You fiddled with the itchy dress you were forced to put on by steph. You wanted to leave. You wanted to run away like you did before. You wanted to find your mother again. "Are you thinking about your mother?" Jason asked. "I believe I told you to leave." You shot back to be replied with a sigh. "I am your brother. I am doing what's best for you. Forget her. If she really cared for you like we do she wouldn't have left." You scoff mind going back to the scenery. You have to find your mother before they find a way to keep you locked up in here. Forever.

You woke up in a room. The lights were burning and the amount of people in the same room made it feel almost stuffy. The large lavish room and the clean white bed and shoes reminding you of your origin. You made a small guess you were still in Gotham but your brain stopped thinking when certain masked men came in pink jumpsuit. Weird fashion taste. The one with the square had a pistol behind them where triangles a semi-machine gun on their back.

"Hello, contestants." The monotone voice behind the mask spoke up. "You are here to play a game. Those who win will get an unbelievable amount of money." The word 'money' piqued your interest. You mentally slapped yourself for being greedy. There must be a catch. Living in Gotham for so long you know that nothing comes for free. Especially money. Soon the people started asking questions, almost like the pandora's box. Humanity and its curiosity just never ends. "How much money will we get?" "Did you change my clothes?" "What happened to my jewelry?" "My limited edition shoes are gone!" "What is the game?" "How many games are there?" more and more questions with no answer. The masked man just looked towards the crowd of hundreds of people with their monotone gaze. All most as if they didn't care about half of what they asked. "You will get your clothes and stuff back after the games." The monotone voice spoke again. You took your time looking around when suddenly a elderly man screamed he looked around his 60's with all that white hair. "How much money will we even get?!" God. Even old people in Gotham have no patience. As the others started screaming you went back to your bed not minding them much when suddenly the lights went dim. Looking up at the screen it now showed the old man's face being slapped as he failed the game of Rock Paper Scissors. "10 million in debt." The square guy called out. More and More people were shown on the screen before the guy closed the screen with the remote all his hand. "Everyone in this room is financially ruined. We are giving you a chance." He pressed another button as a giant golden piggy bank came out from the roof of the room. Knowing that you had a small understanding that you were underground and digging the wall out will mean no use. "Currently since none of you are eliminated there is no money in the bank. However, every time one of you get eliminated $68,340 gets added to the bank. Last one standing take it all." The pink guy said out loud causing all of the screams to die down. Humans are greedy creatures aren't they?

After a few minutes you were set up in four lines to sign a contract. The contract was simple...too simple for such huge amount of money they will give you.

1. A player is not allowed to stop playing. 2. A player who refuses to play will be eliminated. 3. Games will be terminated if majority agrees.

You looked through the paper before signing. You have nothing to loose either ways, and you know that is what everyone else thought when they didn't ask questions and just signed the paper. Everything went by quickly before the first game started. I took my picture in the oddly mazed place following the herd like a sheep following a random herd to survive blending in with the teal jackets with the numbers being the only one taking you apart. You went up to the first game. Red light Green light. The doll was huge. How did they even have money for this? Who made this? Your train of thoughts stopped at a station when the PA system came online telling you about the rules. "When 'it' says green light you may move. When 'it' says red light you shall stop. Anyone moving after the green light period will be eliminated." God... You have to play children games to win money? You can already hear the whispers of those with ego bigger than their forehead talking about easy money. The PA system came again with a countdown..."5...4...3...2...1. Go." A woman was near the front when a bee came in. How is a bee here? The woman moved right when the doll said "red light" and that is when the sheep's realized that there was a hungry wolf in their herd. Screams started pouring out filling the room and leaving from the open top which you just realized as more gunshots started to take over the room drowning the cries of the people but you stayed still. Years of being under supervision. Being treated like a dog about to bite their master told you when to stop and when to start. It's practically in the blood in your veins. Soon the gunshots died down with around a 4 football teams amount of people dead in front of the gate. A dozen or so still behind the line never even getting a chance to beg to stay alive.

The game went by fairly quickly afterwards. It was a 5 minute game after all. A few gunshots were heard every now and then but you kept yourself from flinching so you won't be detected as moving. You went to the finish line blood on your feet by stepping on a puddle of it accidentally. Your legs gave up right after you reached the line thankfully. The dread finally setting in when you realized what type of game you signed up for. Looking at the amount of people behind the line with you. Though it seems around 25% of the people you were with before is now dead. The PA system congratulated the winners before the guards came and took us back to our room. You don't remember much of what happened. Just the fact that everyone in the room was on their knees and begging like it was ancient monarchy. You didn't say much. But you saw the greed in half of their eyes realizing how much money they will get when they saw the piggy bank already filled with notes and notes of money. 5.46....5.46 million already? But when you looked up at the number above it your blood stopped running your veins. Stopping almost like you are already dead. Like you are another one of the bodies in that pile. 376. It was 456 before. 80 people died in that game. Yet something else also caught your interest. The red number. 15000...only? if we stop the game now you will only have 15,000. It's not much with the current economy... and definitely not enough to pay your debt. One more game won't hurt...right?

Away from prying eyes. Batman found a little information about a certain games. Asking Tim and Barbra to gain as much intel as possible on this 'Games'. Tim and Barbra being the nerds they are (Jason's words) found out where it is located. However the games inside was confidential meaning they need to go there themselves. Bruce just felt a itch on his head whenever he heard about this wondering about something he is forgetting but never putting a finger on what it was. Him and Tim got dressed as Oracle finding and getting any information from behind the scene as Damian just sulks at now being able to go on the mission.

Bruce and Tim got suited up as Bruce again felt that Itch on his head again. Why is he feeling like something is wrong? He checked the manor nothing seemed out of place except a somewhat saddened Alfred. He just chalked it up to that as there wasn't any emotional dates coming by so Alfred being sad out of nowhere might have ticked him off slightly. Yeah that is the main cause. What else could tick him off? Maybe the sudden emptiness the manor seems to have for the last few weeks or so. Or maybe the peeled walls of a room that seemed unused but also filled with memories of something or someone he just can't remember. He is just being paranoid. There is no other reason. No way. He checked everything and there isn't a single hair strand out of place.

"Batman? batman! EARTH TO BATMAN!" Bruce came out of his thoughts as he realized Tim was jumping in front of him waving his hand in front of his eyes almost as a way of getting him out of his almost tranced state. "I am here, Tim." "Yeah. Now you are here. You were gone for like 5 minutes what were you thinking?" "Nothing much. Just the manor feels off. Almost like something or someone is gone." "Now that you say...It does feel off to a certain extent. I will ask Damian to find out if anything is missing." "Please do. Now back to plan. You get in the VIP room and find information from the VIPs. I take the control room and shut the game down." "Yeah yeah I remember." "I was in a deep fear your overworked brain would forget." "I never forget!" "..." "What's the silence for?" "Let's just go through the plan." "Yes, bat." Bruce just gives a quiet nod as a response before getting in the batmobile. Why was there a gut feeling he will find something there that he shouldn't have seen?

You feel cold and the dried blood on your skin isn't helping. You should have stopped. You could have stopped. Why didn't you? Yeah...You were greedy. How could you not be? Your father and your so called family gets to live their lives while you are here trying to survive. You deserve to be greedy. You are allowed to be greedy for once no? But...But you didn't want to be this greedy. You looked down at your new outfit it was a black suit. There was three left to survive. You were still alive. Maybe... Just maybe you can stop the game now. You have enough money. You can live with that much money. They will agree right? But those pink guys didn't let you vote this time. No...They won't let you vote at all. You are just horses in a race. A jester in a court. A hamster in a wheel. You can't get out. Till you entertain them. Or else...You will die. A soft chuckle left your lips and soon the pink guard came inside to check on you for staying in the room for so long. "Finalist 228. Let's go. The special meal is going to be served in a few minutes." There it is again. The monotone voice. It made your skin crawl like there were insects underneath it. You just followed his orders. He has a machine gun and You know he isn't afraid to shoot you so you are killed like everyone else.

As you enter the room the other two look at you already seated as you sit down. The pink men gave you your utensils. How long has it been since your food was served in such a manner? You take the utensil and dig in not minding manners eating bread and milk every day made you very hungry and it also made the others hungry too. You just finished your food sometimes eyeing the others to check for any oncoming attacks since there was three different knives for the salad meat and side. All sharp and shining under the light of the giant piggy bank. Reminding you of the greed that caused the lives of so many. 001, 228 and 456. Such an odd number isn't it? almost like beginning middle and end. You adjusted slightly in your seat as memories of the games before came back to you. You weren't happy. You weren't sad or somber in the memory. You don't know how you feel. But you know its a mix. It's not one pure emotion. It never was. It never will be.

The second game started. You went to a playground sort of space. Four doors in the front most wall. with 4 different symbols. Circle. Triangle. Star. Umbrella. The umbrella made you feel off. The other shapes where fairly common shapes when suddenly there is an umbrella in the mixture. Best to not pick it. The PA system blared out again, with its usual instructions for the game. "Please stand in line in front of the shape you picked." You went to the triangle It looked the simplest plus what would a triangle even mean? What do all of these shapes mean? That is when the door open and a container was given to you opening the container you saw a candy? "The shape given to you must be cut out with the needle on top. Any cracks or if the shape breaks you will be eliminated." Ah...shit. You started to steadily trace the shape out taking the needle away from the candy every time someone got killed in case you accidentally flinch and break your own. You were able to survive. Though seeing how nearly everyone who picked umbrella are now in a swimming pool of their own blood...You better be thanking your guts.

You followed the pink people back to your room. You just wanted some sleep. Especially after seeing the number of people now with 74 less. You just have to survive god knows how many more games. Its alright. You will survive. Right? You stopped mumbling when you realized 001 was beside you again with his gentle smile. "You survived...Thank the gods. I thought I will miss you." "Miss me?" "Yeah. You reminded me of my little sister. You two have the same eyes after all." "same...eyes?" You asked almost curiously but more suspiciously. "Yeah..." "Why are you here either ways?" "For her. My sister. She has bone cancer. Gotham already has horrible hospitals. So I tried to take her to the hospitals outside of the city. But the payment is way too much.." "oh. I...I am sorry." "It's alright. Care to eat breakfast with me tomorrow?"...You looked up at him your eyes meeting his hazel ones. It won't hurt for one breakfast. "sure." Soon the timer for lights out started ticking.

Your heart started beating as fast as a bullet train when you realized what just happened. You woke up middle of the night with screams when you looked to the bed across yours... you saw the dead body of 001. Running up to him you tried to stop the bleeding. Through out the games he was the only one talking to you like you were human. Not the Wayne that got kicked out. Not as a outcast in a place with people filled with desperation for money while you came from a rich background. "Daniel...Daniel this isn't funny. Wake up! Please don't go don't go you can't leave me here-" Your voice stopped as the familiar sound of the door opening with the heartless pink guards coming in. Looking at them with your wide eyes with 001's half dead hand came up to caress your face smearing it with blood slightly. "Win...for me...Little sis..." That was his last words before the guards tried to take his body away wanting to not leave him you held onto his hand just to have a gun pointed on the temple of your head. "The player is dead. Let us proceed or you will be in the next coffin." You let your hand leave his not wanting to die now after promising 001 that you will win. You looked at the old man that killed him. It was the same one with 10 million in debt. You wanted to kill him right now before the guards made you go to your next game.

The last game. The one that will determine your fate.

Bruce looks down at the Security camera of the control room his eyes widened noticing a familiar figure. You. When did it get this bad? Why didn't you contact him? How could he let you get into a game where you could die? He calmed himself down mentally cheering for you to live through the game the guards named "Dalgona Candy". Tim went to get Dick and Damian realizing this was done by the owls. Of course it was. He knew the rich people in the gala were always stuck up self centered and almost thought of humans who are poor as animals especially with how they treated their servants but this? This is just...a new level of horror.

"Red robin. Are you there?" Bruce talked into his comms "Yeah, Did you find anything?" "You might be shocked as much as I am. Call the entire family to come. Now." "Wait what do you mean the entire fam-" Bruce turned off the comms his eyes just arranged on your face on the screen. How...and when did this happen? That is his child acting like a lamb in the slaughter for these rich bastards. Bruce could hear the memories of the moments together resurfacing in his mind. Realizing that his anger towards the woman that cheated on him was the reason why his only biological daughter is going through hell and back. Bruce placed a hand on the screen tracing the screen as if it's your face. How long has it been since he saw me? So that was what was missing. You. The mansion felt quite without you. It was hurting him by not being able to hold you realizing the amount of pain and trauma you are going through.

You woke up to the smell of blood realizing most people including yourself are unable to change your clothes or clean them the entire perfectly pearly white walls and the beautifully white beds where stained red to some extent. The iron smell clinging to your body as you went to the washroom cleaning your face and the side of your shoe before the pink men came in with the food. You took yours and left before 001 came and sat beside you 222 and 380 were also with you. You were eating like usual when you realized one thing. They gave you a fork this time. Not the spork or what you like to call it but a metal fork. Things are going to get bloody tonight. But for it to be bloody we need a fight. And that is when your brain chalked up the conclusion....The game is going to cause this fight. You looked around with people huddled up in a group. They seemed to be in a close knitted group. No, your gut must be wrong. There is no way they will turn on each other right? You just let out a sigh as you opened your tin box. A cashew nut salad. At least they are giving you tasty food. You looked down at your leg seeing it shake. God you can't even eat in peace. "Um, since you are new how about we give each other our name?" You heard 222 call out. Oh. Name? Bruce never showed you out to the people in case villains tried to harm you for money. Was it okay giving your name...? Well. Since you are knocking at the door of death any moment. Why not make sure this world remember you? "(y/n). The name's (y/n)" "Don't have a last name?" 001 called out chirping in the conversation with curiosity practically pouring out of him. "No, no not really." You know its a lie. 001 also knows that you are a Wayne. Then why is he acting dumb?...Is he covering for you?...That. That is nice of him especially in a death game. "(y/n)'s a nice name. sounds really pretty." "Thanks." You replied with a polite smile. "I am Michael. Michael Landon." 380 called out. "I-I am Zoe. Zoe Seong." "Seong? are you from Korea?" "Ah, yeah I am." Short sentences, she must be shy with new people. She was talking quite well with the other two. "I am Daniel. Nice to meet you." 001 said he still had his soft smile. How can he be in such ease when so many people died? "No last name either?" "Nah, I am a refugee. They never found out my parents or my real name. The orphanage just called me Daniel." "Oh. So your sister is also from the orphanage?" "Yeah." He looked at you a small shine in his eyes talking about his sister. He must have missed her a lot.

Daniel took your hand and pulled you into a room. You hold his hand tightly causing him to look over realizing how scared you are.... What just happened? No way so many died right? You look up noticing the guards walking by killing everyone who isn't in a room. The doors open after a certain amount of time. You mentally count the people in the room...around 180. How many died already? Daniel just pulls you closer a hand on your shoulder. You can win this You can survive. You step on the platform again holding his hand as the song starts playing. Your breathing heavy and labored. You saw how an entire room of people died because they had one more person. You can't let them all die. The music stops and so does your blood hearing the number '3' on the speakers. Daniel just takes yours and Michael's hand leaving Zoe sprinting to a room with a purple door. What was the name again..? You look out seeing Zoe coming to the door banging on the door as you try and open the lock. Never having food made you weak unable to open the door as she just gets shot like any other body and limps down the door. You follow her action your knees giving out realizing what just happened. Daniel catches you before you hit your head and slowly the door opens again and you are greeted with a pool of her blood near the entrance. You wanted to gag at the sight. Looking away you just went back to the circle in the middle.

You drop the knife on your hand blood dropping from your fingers on to the dead body of 456. What happened? A few seconds ago you were about to end it all and now...Did he run into the knife? You try to stop the wound and wake him up but soon the PA system comes out but it isn't the normal PA system it was a male's voice...Wait did you hear this voice before? "Bruce?" The PA system stopped you look up at the speakers as he speaks in them again "Come home with me." "but-" "No buts. I am your father and you will listen to me." After a few minutes he came in the room you where in Dick Jason and Tim behind him Damian just scoffed and investigated the place. "(y/n)...Lets go back home." "Now I am your daughter?" Tim looked up when I said that "huh-?" "Now that I am about to die and go missing and ruin the Wayne name Now I am your daughter?!" "Sis. Calm down lets go back home and we can talk about this." Leave me alone. Don't call me sis." "Why? I am your half brother I should be able to call you sis!" "Why? you are asking why? You left me to feed myself while being in debt for college tuitions barely able to feed myself a cup of noodle or get enough money to pay rent and you and your little batfam comes in and is asking me why they can't call me sister?!" anger burned through your veins. How dare they come out of nowhere and act like they are your siblings? You were dying trying to find food for a day and the anger blinded you so much you didn't realize Tim knocking you out. Everything faded to black your head falls on the sandy ground beside the dead body of 456. You felt your last bit of consciousness fade away when you felt someone pick you up and the iconic blue color of a certain vigilante made you realize who it was. Dick. You moved your hand up trying to push him away just for you to fall into a forced sleep. Back in a cage. Back where no one can hear your pleas and your cries. Back to the time when you would sit in a dusty corner like one of the unused furniture in the mansion among the peeling walls of the old wallpaper Bruce didn't care to change. Back to when you were treated like a dog on a leash.