#crazy! reader

You lie awake on the overly fancy bed of your overly empty room. How many deaths does this make? 89? 90? 99? You lost track after being torn limb from limb by Harley's freaky ass hyenas for the 33rd time.

Silent tears fall from the corners of your eyes as you watch the ceiling fan spin around and around. Your eyes hold no light and you can't help but feel like a dead corpse living within the suffocating flesh of another person.

You can still remember the first time you woke up like this. You had once been a wide eyed naïve little thing, thinking you could stay away from the plot and live a lavish life! Just like in those silly online comics you read! Surely this wasn't so bad? I mean, yeah your entire family ignored you or tried to stab you but at least you had the comfort of money!

Wrong! After Y/N shows up you get cut off from the funds and taken out of the will so Y/N can have funding for herself! And if you try to complain? Throw a fit? Meekly ask to not be kicked out? Death!

Sometimes you can't help but feel so overwhelmingly sorry for your pitiful past self. Just how could they be so dumb? So stupid? To think anyone would love them, no, not in this place! Not when Y/N is around and basking in the spotlight like it's her natural birthright.

A memory crosses your mind, one where you had accidently ran Y/N over in one life which caused the entire Wayne family and friends to hunt you down, and started to laugh. How silly it was! The way her body went 'crunch' as you tried so desperately to stop the car.

You really didn't mean it. You tried so hard to explain that the brakes weren't working and you tried to swerve out of the way. Oh but did they listen? Ha ha no! They didn't! They left you for dead in Arkham Asylum where you suffered such a terrible ending before ending up right back at the start.

Your ribs start to hurt the longer you continue laughing, yet you can't seem to stop yourself. It's like with every laugh more and more of your fears and sanity simply 'pop' into nothingness. Isn't that silly? Imagine going through life over ninety nine times, each dying from one thing or another, and finally on your one hundredth life you seem to finally lose it mentaly?

How hilarious! It actually took you one hundred deaths to finally start going crazy!!

Someone knocks on your door and you silence yourself immediately. What's this? This is new...no one has ever knocked on your door during the first three hours of your reset.

You don't make an effort to get up, nor to even call out to see who it was. Why would anyone knock on your door? No...you must be hearing things. How silly of you. You smile to yourself as you continue to stare at the ceiling.

You try to think of what to do in this life but after living ninety nine life times what is there to do? You turn over and catch yourself in the mirror. You look insane. Messy hair, tears streaming from your dead and empty looking eyes, a wide toothy smile that you can't shake, and faint almost invisible scars that litter your skin.

Where did these scars come from? They traveled over from your past lives of course! Oh how you wish you could get rid of them, but alas. It stains your skin like ink that you can never wash away.

You sit up with an idea. Perhaps...just maybe...in this life you commit to the bit and finally go crazy? Yes. It wouldn't matter anyway since you'll simply die and start all over! Again, and again, none of it matters! None of it at all!

You break down into manic giggles. This time you do not cry, you just laugh wildly before losing your breath and starting to wheeze as you flop back down onto the bed. Your hands run over the patterned fabric like you were trying to sooth yourself, or commit the pattern to memory. You have exactly two weeks before Y/N shows up and another ten weeks before you have to scramble for both housing and money.

Something in the back of your mind pulls taut before snapping into two but all you can hear is the sound of your own laughter.

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Jason stood outside your room, hand ready to knock once more. He was a little worried considering it sounded like you were either having a manic attack or you were severely hyped up on laughing gas. Once your room goes silent he presses an ear to the door.

Should he step in? Is this normal for you? He wouldn't know considering he hasn't stepped foot near you after his revival. Why should he? You were...normal...a civilian stuck with vigilante for a family. He didn't want to get you caught up in whatever the hell was going on in his night life.

After a moment of pure silence the sound of giggles fill the room and the hair on his neck rises. For the smallest of moments your laugh reminded him of that night with the Joker. He shakes his head as he goes to open the door only for the sound of footsteps walking his way stopped him.

He turns to face Damian, who was standing at the edge of the hallway with his head titled and eyes narrowed in a sort of questioning manner. He doesn't speak, only raising a brow, and Jason lets out a sigh.

Jason lets his hand fall from the doorknob and makes his way towards Damian. He shouldn't interfere with your life. You deserve more than some half broken man with too many problems.

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You listen to the footsteps get further and further away from your door. Guess you really weren't hearing things. You press your lips together to a thin line before your clutching at your stomach and giggling to yourself. You start to hiccup as you kick your feet on the bed all while laughing to yourself.

Did they really just chicken out on trying to talk to you?! Pathetic! Oh the big bad Bats and Birds can't even hold a conversation with their own family?? Oh that's too good!

You wipe away the tears from your eyes and check the time. If you remember correctly you have school today, just like always, and this is the day someone stabs you in the hand. How evil of them! Doing such a thing to a poor, defenseless, teen like you!!

But it's whatever. You have better things to think about. You sit up, smoothing out the blankets, and head to your tiny little closet. Your room wasn't that big, only the size of a small bedroom of a run down apartment. Sure that's more space than what other people have but in a big manson like this one? This might as well be a storage room.

You pull out your school uniform for Gotham Prep and give it a once over before stuffing it back into the closet. Instead you grab the school official cardigan that's normally used for the winter time and decide to wear that one instead. Ever since that one death, where you were turned to ice by Mr. Freeze, you've always been a bit chilly so it wasn't that big of a deal to you.

After shrugging on the cardigan you slip on some pants, making sure to grab two matching socks, before putting on your shiny black shoes that looked heavily worn and torn. You look at yourself in the mirror, looking over the uniform for any imperfections, before doing a small twirl. You look great! The only way to spice this slightly bland look is to add a few accessories.

You turn to your only desk and eye the small amount of jewelry you have. Your eyes land on a small pair of red X's with a black rim, then your eyes land on an aquamarine tear drop ring with a shiny gold band. This one was your favorite because it was also your mothers! You think back to that one life time Y/N tried to claim it as hers, so you swallowed it to keep her from getting her greedy hands on it.

Ohhh they were not happy with you after that. But who cares? The memory brings a smile to your face. Perhaps you'll eat it now just to keep her from seeing it entirely...Nah not right now. You want to wear it today. You grab it from the desk and slip it on, marveling at it for a few seconds before grabbing the flower shaped aquamarine earrings and putting them on. Now you look stunning.

Forget about Martha Wayne's pearls, these aquamarines are a [Last name] delicacy only!

Now you were finally ready to go to school, and to try and avoid getting the tendons in your hand severed forever. You skip down the hallway with a grin on your face and schoolbag in hand. Screw it, who cares what happens to day. You'll make the most of it and do it your way!

As you skipped down the stairs you remained oblivious to the confused look of both Alfred and Bruce. It was clear that they hadn't ever seen you so happy. Which was a shame considering you had such a lovely smile.

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So it seems it was a lot easier to say that than it was to actually do that. Here you were surrounded by a circle of teens who were all praying on your downfall. On the other side of the circle was one of your classmates with a knife, you think it's the guy from math but you aren't certain, and you new there was no way out of this. Nobody would save you, just like they hadn't all those times before.

You tilt your head to the side and shrug off your backpack. Someone from the crowd 'Ooo's and the rest fallow along. The other kid, someone whose name you've long since forgotten, takes offence to that and lunges at you with the knife aimed for your heart. You dodge him of course, only stepping to the side to avoid his attack.

Having faced much more frightening deaths you can't say that some dumb teen with a knife scares you. The knife does graze you, cutting a long line from one side of your left shoulder to the other, but you don't pay it any mind. The only thing you're thinking about is the fact that you're bleeding and it doesn't hurt.

Fascinating. You wonder how it would feel to...inflict such damage in return. An image of the teen lying on the ground in a heap with blood leaking from his head passes through your head and you smile. That seems fun, repaying him for all the times he's managed to cut you.

Just as the teen lunges again you step to the side, griping his arms in a tight grip and twist them to the side. A sickening crack fills the air and the crowd gasps in shock. The teen screams in agony but all you can do is stare down at him with apathetic eyes. Was everyone really into this? It's so...boring.

Perhaps you need to up the pain? You grip him by the hair and slam his face into the brick wall you were backed up against. A giggle breaks free as you see his face contort in pain. He looks so stupid like this! You slam him against the wall again, watching as his face starts to redden with each slam.

The moment his nose starts to bleed your giggles turn into a full on laughter. This was what everyone liked? Bloodshed? Red faces and pained screams? How silly! You could do so much worse.

You grab the knife from the ground as you turn to the crowd. Blood stains your hands like a mirror to the blood on the wall. Your cardigan is stained with blood. However you don't worry too much as you know how to get it out thanks to your many past lives.

The crowd backs up and people start to murmur to each other. "They finally lost it..." One person whispers to another.

"How creepy" Says another.

"Does their dad know they're this mentally gone? Oh right." Another voice snorts and soon the entire crowd is whispering or laughing at you.

Should you laugh too? Something must be funny about all this if they're laughing. You turn your eyes upon them and laugh along. Soon they slowly stop laughing and only stare at you in response. Your eyes are so empty looking and yet you have the audacity to laugh like that?

What a freak.

Someone places a hand on your shoulder and you instinctively aim the knife towards their eyes, stopping just short as you realize who it is. There he stands. Your older brother who abandoned you time, and time, and time again.

How could you ever forget the face of Dick Grayson! His eyes were always so full of either pity or distain. It pissed you off to no end. He instantly removed his hands from your shoulders and raised them up as if to say 'I mean no harm'.

You put the knife down because you know better than to stab one of Bruce's children. Instead of greeting him you shrugged off your cardigan, trying not to look at the damaged white button up that was getting soaked in your own blood, and tied it around your waist. You took the knife and bent down to the unconscious attacker.

You only got to raise the knife in the air before Dick stopped you with a shout, "Stop!" You turn around with narrowed eyes and a face that screamed 'I'm judging you so badly right now'.

He seemed a bit embarrassed when he saw your face but he still continued. "He's already down, you don't have to stab him again."

"...what? I'm not going to stab him. I'm just cutting up his clothes." You responded with an arched brow. Did he really think so little of you to assume that you'd try and stab this guy?

"Huh? No, wait, you don't need to do that either??"

"Uhhh yes I do? Bitch, do I look like I have something to stop this bleeding?" You gesture to yourself as you continue to judge him. "Hell no, I'm taking this assholes fabric to use. He clearly doesn't need it."

You glance back at his face as you begin to cut the cloth into thin strips for you to use and stop. You have to bite your lip to keep yourself from laughing again at how dumb he looks.

He looks like he just got told the moon landing was fake and that the moon was also fake. "Yes??? You are the child of The Bruce Wayne! We have money for you to use?!"

You almost feel bad for the guy. Almost. But with that one comment the silly moment had passed and the dull ache in your heart has returned. You scoff and throw a nearby rock at him, watching as it hits him in the arm.

"Hey! What'd you do that for?" He gives a fake little yelp and you know he's not really in pain. He's clearly suffered from worse, so you aren't too sure why he's acting now.

You don't say anything. What would you even say? All the words you want to say simply burn into ash and melt on your tongue when you even try. And it's not like they'd actually listen to you. They'll just pick up whatever they want to hear and discard all the rest.

When you don't say anything he gives you a once over. Your pants have a few patched holes in them, your shoes are scuffed to hell and back but they still looked somewhat cared for, and from where your clothes were ridding up he could see the outlines of a plenitude of scars. Were you really being neglected in the manor like this?

He thought....he thought that someone was looking out for you. At least Alfred had to be....right? Where the hell did you get all these scars???

The longer he looks at you the more you feel like he was judging you. If he doesn't stop soon then you swear to what ever god has abandoned you, you will bite his ass. Maybe even give him rabies.

Just as you were about to wrap your arm up with the newly acquired fabric someone wraps their arms around your waist and lifts you into the air. You squirm like a feral cat, kicking every which way in hopes that whoever it was would drop you, but to no luck.

Finally after a good minuet of struggling you go limp in their arms. You look up to see the face of your captor and scowl when you notice it's still Dick. A pity, you'd actually prefer to get kidnaped and sold like that one time than having to deal with him.

"The hell do you want now? I've got a bus to catch." You grumble just loud enough for him to hear. It wasn't a lie, but you weren't going back to the manor. You had plans to go house hunting before you were even kicked out.

"The bus? What? No, Alfred will pick us up." He sends you a confused look before doubling back with an even more confused and worried look. "You take the bus?!"

You 'tsk' and refuse to answer him. You turn your eyes down to the ground and watch as he carries you to an empty classroom. Once inside he sets you down on a table and tells you not to go anywhere before looking for a first aide kit.

With no where else to go, and nothing else to really do, you comply with his demand and sit. You roll your eyes the longer it takes him to locate the damn thing. You swing your feet before letting out a groan and pointing to a cabinet on the other side of the room.

"Are you stupid? It's in that one." He sputters out a vague sound before he gives up and just sighs in defeat. That's right, this fucker is clearly lacking braincells so that makes you the smarter one here.

He finally grabs the first aide kit and circles back to the table you were on. With as much gentleness he can he rolls up your sleeve, trying not to wince at the half crusted blood nearly fusing the shirt to your arm, and start dabbing at it with some cleaning alcohol.

When you don't hiss in pain, or cry out, or even flinch at the sting of alcohol, he can't help but try and piece together just what the hell you went through to be so numb to all of it. He's starting to worry about your day to day life. Maybe he should try and take you under his wing, just to keep you from getting hurt again.

As if reading his mind you let out a scoff and tug your arm away from him. He looks up with a raised brow and you only stare at him with your lips curled in disdain. What right does he have to look at you with such eyes of pity?

"Don't look at me like that." You hop off the table, taking your cardigan off the table and tie it around your waist. "Go home Grayson. Damian is waiting for you." You point to the clock on the wall, which read half past four pm and which also meant that Dick was supposed to be picking up Damian half an hour ago.

"Huh? Oh! Oh sh-" You slam the door behind you, cutting off the rest of his words, and make your way outside. The crumbled five dollars in your bag is barley enough to get you a bus ride to the middle of Gotham's poorest district.

As you continue walking the streets you let your eyes wonder, taking in every dull and mundane sight you can see. A kicked over trash can with green liquid spilling from it, a fight between a pretty woman and a raggedy man where the pretty woman is beating the guys ass so hard you almost feel bad for him, and other such sights greet you in return. Oh yeah, this place will do.

Who would ever think that an ex rich kid would willingly move to this place? That's right, nobody! The only thing you need next is roughly twenty thousand dollars to buy yourself both an apartment and furniture for it. Well you don't really need twenty thousand, you would just like to have twenty thousand so you can freely decorate your apartment any way you'd like.

While lost in thought you don't see the lanky figure stalking you from behind. It isn't until you make it all the way to an abandoned corner store did you finally pick up on the sound of echoing footsteps. A weird feeling curls in your chest at the idea of having a stalker. Was it fear? Excitement? Rage?

You pass the abandoned store and stop, listening to see if they were still fallowing you. When your ears pick up on the footsteps behind you, you allow yourself to be fallowed into an alleyway. Of course you aren't stupid so you made extra sure there would be no witnesses for what you were about to do next.

After all, the best way to get money in Gotham is to sell lots and lots of priceless items. And what's more priceless than human organs? Thank goodness for the empty glass jars lying at the end of the alleyway, it seems that the gods are favoring you in this life time after all!!

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The man at the counter looks down at the jars and then back to your smiling face with a raised brow of confusion. You raise your own brow and stare him down, your smile morphing into a frown.

"Are you going to buy it or what? It's fresh, so don't waste my time." You cross your arms and refuse to break eye contact with the man. After staring at you for a few seconds he lets out a sigh of defeat and starts looking at the contents of the jars.

In one jar there's nothing but teeth, another is full of intestines. He places them down on to a cart behind him and looks over the remaining ones. How the hell you managed to fit an entire brain into a jar without damaging it is beyond him, he's a little afraid to even ask how.

After going over all the jars he pulls out a duffle bag of cash and hands it over to you while avoiding your fingers like it's acid. Guess you managed to creep him out? Whatever, it doesn't matter to you!

"If you skimped on the money I'll know, so lets hope you paid me what I'm owed!" You take the bag and start to count it, making eye contact with him every so often so he doesn't get any funny ideas. You were hoping for at least thirty thousand, considering you brought in fresh items that were hard to find, but you'd settle for ten or twenty.

Why the large amount of money? Well it turns out the person stalking you was in pretty good health, nothing broken and perfectly good organs! Do you know how hard that is to find in Gotham? The most toxic wasteland of cities to exist? Of course so you wanted more money, finding this was literally a god send!!

When you finally finished counting you had roughly thirty three thousand in cash and one very creeped out employee. You put the cash back and flash him a warm smile as you thank him for his hard work. He shudders and turns away from you, telling you to "get out of here already."

You do a two finger salute as you skip out the store. Despite the weird middle half of the day it seems that you were really lucky! I mean, thirty three thousand cash? The things you could do with that amount of money! First things first you're buying the apartment, then some furniture, and with the rest? Hmm...

Your ears pick up on the sound of clinking of glass. You lick your lips as you stare at two people, a man in a brown trench coat and a woman with black hair and a magician outfit, cross arms and take a shot of whisky. A drink sounds so good right now. Forget about underage drinking, you were turning 18 soon and holy shit could you use something to pass the time.

Would underage drinking mess up your head even more? Yes, but with your impending doom right around the corner you were going to drink until you dropped! You shake your head and head back to the apartment. You have to buy an apartment first.

You turn around and glance at a flower shop, snapping a quick photo of it before returning back to what you were doing.

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Buying the room wasn't that hard considering this was Gotham, and it was only twelve hundred so it wasn't even that much. The rest of the money would be split into three categories; emergency funds, furniture funds, and down-the-drain funds. You squirrel away the other two fund but pocket the 'down-the-drain' funds and head to the one place you know would serve you despite your age.

It's nothing fancy, just a small hole in the wall pub right smack-dab in the middle between Crime Alley and The Bowery. It called itself "Clubs Castel" and it had a very regal card themed interior. The food was okay, but the drinks were really where it was at. Almost every day of the week they changed drinks, partially because they "wanted to keep things interesting" and the other half was probably because they never wrote any of their mixes down.

But forgetting about all of the unnecessary stuff- this was one of the only places that you knew for a fact would sell anything to anyone as long as they had the right kind of coin. As the age old saying goes "Money makes the world go round" and if you don't have the money, you don't have the life! But you? You just earned yourself all the money you needed. Sure it won't last you very long, and sure you were always one hospital trip away from being back on the streets, but what does it matter?

You'll just die again, and again, and again, for one dumb reason or another, so who cares! Life is meaningless and all things must return to soil! You pick up the red apple themed mixture and down it all in one gulp. You have to blink away the tears as it burns the back of your throat and defiles your taste buds. You can never get used to the taste of it, but you guess that just means you could always pick the sweeter drinks.

One shot goes down, then another. And another, and another, and another! You were downing these cups like they were water. At some point a crowd had gathered around you to cheer you on with their drunken joy.

You basked in their presence like the emotionally starved person you were and even started doing tricks for them. You held your hands behind your back and started drinking shots with just your teeth. If there was a fruit with a stem you'd tie the stem into a bow and present it to the crowd like it was gold.

You had even found a lighter and set another glass on fire before drinking that too. The burns hurt, but you knew they'd heal. And besides, if the crowd liked it- then who cared.

After a few more drinks you noticed that the usual buzz under your skin was missing. You set down the shot glass that you were just about to drink and stand up. The best way to test if you were actually hammered or not was to walk, but some dumb part of your mind said "Let's do a flip instead!" and you had foolishly decided to listen to it.

You stepped away from the bar and to the dance floor. Perhaps if you failed you could trip a few people on your way down and then laugh at them? Ehh....

You swung your arms out and then clapped your hands before doing a back flip. Surprisingly you didn't fall flat on your face! A few people whistled in delight and that was that. Guess you weren't hammered enough, so back to the bar you go!

Or so you thought. Turns out someone had paid the bartenders not to give you any more drinks because someone, you don't know who yet but trust that you will find them, is a bitchless loser who hates to see you happy. But you knew better than to pick a fight with a bartender in their own bar. So you downed your last shot and left. But on the way out you snagged a singular bottle from a table of guys who weren't paying attention to what was in front of them.

The cold air did absolutely nothing to your flushed skin but it did help bring your head back down from the clouds. Not all the way but just enough to notice the towering figure of your supposed older brother standing right outside the bar.

You lock eyes with one very pissed looking Jason Todd as you take a sip of the bland beer. You wince and shudder as the taste touches your tongue but you refrain from spitting it out. He crosses is arms but doesn't say anything.

You offer him a sip, hoping that he'd take the sip and leave you the hell alone. But your hopes are dashed when he downs the entire bottle like a dickwad and picks you up by the scruff of your clothes after tossing the bottle at the wall. Gosh that's like the second time this has happened to you today. Now you wish you had drank a little more.

"Do you have any idea what time it is right now?" Jason's voice sounds heavily pissed but if you were delusional enough you could trick yourself into hearing a faint twinge of concern.

You don't say anything and just let yourself be carried to his car. As much as you wanted to pick a fight you had no confidence in winning against him. Rage bubbles underneath your skin the longer the silence stretches.

So what if he's mad? It's not like he cares anyway. He'll forget all about you once Y/N shows up. And for once in your many lives you can't wait for that bitch to show up.

"Are you even listening to me?" He shakes you a bit as he stuffs you into the backseat but you still hold your tongue. There was no point in anything. Nothing mattered to you anymore. All of it was so...boring.

You turn your head to the window and squish your face against the glass like a sad pathetic dog. You hear him sigh at your silence as he buckles his own seatbelt.

"Where the hell did you even learn all those tricks?" He mumbles under his breath. The rest of the drive home was silent.

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You really don't know what he was expecting to happen when he walked you to your room and nobody even checked in on you. Alfred was probably cleaning the other side of the mansion, Damian was on patrol with literally every other person in this place, and your 'Father' was right there with them.

It took a lot more than biting your lip and looking away to keep yourself from laughing at his dumbfounded expression. Before he had another chance to say anything that could make your day worse you slam the door in his face. You don't move until your hear his footsteps fade away.

The smile falls from your face and the warmth under your skin fades into nothingness. You pull out your phone and open up the photos app. You scroll to the photo you took earlier that day when passing the flower shop, swiping past the photos you took with the crowd of drunken people, and zoom in on the background.

Once you spot the tuff of blond hair you smile ever so slightly and plug your charging cord into the computer and print out the photo. You pin it to the wall with a clear thumbtack and step away. The longer you stare at the face of the girl who will lead you to your death, the longer you start to feel your stomach churn with rage and envy.

You take the pale purple envelope opener that was lying on your desk and throw it at the photo. It lands in the space between her ear and face, which was slightly covered by a boutique of flowers. Your chest burns with such furry that for a small moment you fear you're having a heart attack.

You tear your eyes away from the photo for only a moment to try and catch the reigns to your emotions. You lean on the dull wall closest to you and heave, though nothing comes up. Guess those drinks really were kicking in.

Deep in your heart you know only two things to be true.

The first to be that no one in this world will ever care for you the way you tried so pathetical to care for them. And the second to be that deep in your heart, you hated them.

All of them.

Each and every one of them had gotten you killed. All of them had turned their back on you, leaving you to fend for yourself in the darkest pits of Gotham. Was there no love for poor little old you?

No.

There was no spot left in this worlds play for you to fill. Were you even real? If this time loop was forever, then what did it matter? You would just die and then return, only to die again and start all over.

The more your thoughts spiral the more you lose your grip on reality. Was this body even yours? Who were you? A simple extra who had gained awareness? Did you even have a life before this one?

You bring your hands up to touch your face, to feel all the smoothness it could and all the bumps that came with. This was your face. It had to be. Or else what was it all for?

Did you just die for nothing? Just because you came between this worlds protagonist and her happy ending? But then where the hell was your happy ending?! Do you just not deserve it??

No. No. You do. You deserve all the happiness this world has to offer. That's why...that's why you have to kill her. She is in your way.

You shakily reach your hands out to grab the letter opener and pull it out from the wall. Shit. You already fucked up in this life, didn't you? That fight sure isn't going to gain you any type of pity or empathy...should you just...

You set the opener down and throw yourself onto your bed. Thinking sucked, this entire place sucked. You probably shouldn't have even bought a house and Gotham.

You roll over and look at the ceiling, tears welling in your eyes as you mourn the person you were before all of this. It wasn't fair.

Uhhh yeah and that's all I've got for part one!! Tune in next time to see the rest of Readers spiral into insainity!!

This time, instead of a bright and sunny flower field like last time, you were greeted with a cascade of shooting stars of many different colors. You sat up, running a hand over your head in search of the wound you got in the real world. When your hand finds nothing unusual you put it back down and instead take the time to look around.

It's too dark to see anything. So you stand up, running your hands over the tall flowers and grass around you, and take that first step into the darkness. Instantly blue floating lanterns light up and create a path to the great willow tree as a swarm of fireflies light up the space around you.

Well I guess that solves your seeing problem. As you make your way down the path and up the hill to the tree you notice that the base of the tree is covered in a black tar. Something inside you warns you not to touch it, so you listen to the odd feeling and avoid touching it.

The other you sits at the top of the tree and while they do wave to you, they make no motion to get down the tree. Which was odd because they would always try and hug you when you visited them.

"What are you doing back here so soon? I normally don't get another visit from you in the same timeline...." They trail off before looking at you fully. "You aren't dying are you?"

You shake your head 'no' and find that you can't seem to make a sound. Is this going to be a recurring thing now? You used to be able to talk with them for hours in-between lives.

"Good, good. You know...I have a feeling that this life will be far different from all the other ones." The point to the sky, their finger landing on a red shooting star.

You look up at it and find an odd sense of familiarity with the red star headed your way. Hey wait a minute, headed your way? You look back to the star and find that it's inching closer and closer by the second.

"Woah, that normally doesn't happen. Hey...think this has anything to do with that...uh what did you call it? Red...Red lantern core or something?" They tilt their head as they shrug their shoulders. "I mean, I only knew of the Green Lanterns and the occasional yellow or pink. But ever since you arrived I started getting this...booklet of knowledge added to my own memories."

They put their hands back down and roll over to their stomach, their legs swinging in the air behind them. "I like it. The knowledge you've given me. You're so nice to me."

They pause for a moment, pondering their words before they let out a sigh. "I'm sure you don't need any reminders but I think Y/N is about to do something terribly wrong to you. You should watch your back"

And with that a hole opens up beneath your feet and you fall inside it. The world twists and warps as the hole turns an angry shade of red as you tumble through it like your name is Alice.

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When you finally awoke, it wasn't to the empty walls of your room, but rather the empty walls of a hospital greeted you with all the kindness of a bright phone turning on at night. You immediately close you eyes and let out a groan at how bright the lights were. Did they create a mini sun or something? God damn.

You looked to your left and spotted Bruce scrolling through his phone. Ew. You turned to your right to try and look at the wall, or a window, or something other than his dumb looking face, only to find bitch-ass Dick Grayson sitting there.

My god. These two reek of desperation like pathetic losers. If this was a you before hitting the double digits in death you might have felt sorry for them because of their disheveled appearance. But this isn't something for you to feel sad about, you don't have enough pity in your heart to do so anyway.

Your eyes connect with Dick and before he even opens his mouth to say something you glare at him. A dark shadow cascades over your eyes due to you turning your head just enough that your hair and tumbled forward just enough.

Without using your words you gesture for him to keep quite. You have a raging headache and would rather not have it get any worse by anyone speaking.

This works for a grand total of thirty seconds before Bruce looks up from his phone and starts talking to you. "Oh shit," He calls out your name but you refuse to look at him, "Are you doing okay? We found you covered in blood and we-"

"Just. Stop. Talking" You grumble into your arm as you use it to block out those bright lights hanging overhead. This place sucked. These people also sucked. But Bruce talking while you were trying not to crack your skull open like an egg to free yourself from this agony? This really was the worst.

"What?" He sounded confused. Could he really not understand where you were coming from right now? The heart monitor picked up as your heart started to pound in annoyance. Oh here it is, the chest pain that came with being angry.

"Your voice is pissing me the hell off," You turn over and glare at him, removing your arm from over your eyes, "Can't you shut up? I'm trying to deal with this headache and you. Aren't. Fucking. Helping. It!" You blindly reach to the bedside table next to you and your fingers brush over what feels to be a clipboard.

Before you can pick it up and throw it at Bruce, Dick's hands are suddenly placed on your arm to keep it from lifting up. You snap your head towards him, noticing his panicked expression. His eyes meet yours and he nervously smiles.

"Get your hands off me you creep." You practically spit the words at him as you wrench your arm away from him. At first it doesn't work so you take to slapping the shit out of his poor arm until he yields and lets go. "Die. Actually go die in a ditch somewhere you evil man."

He raises his arms up in defense and sits his happy ass back down in the chair. You turn over to see the shocked and concerned face of both Bruce and one newly added Tim Drake. Where the hell did this guy come from?? You look past the two and spot the only way in and out of this room, the only door.

"Woah...I think you should chill out a little, you gotta calm down or something" Tim starts off completely oblivious from the silent gestures Dick was making. Your blood boils at the fact that this guy, this absolute bastard, is telling you to chill out. You are being chill! You are the calmest person in the world.

In fact he even turns to Bruce and runs his mouth a bit, "B are you seeing this? I'm not going crazy right? They're the one acting crazy?" Bruce goes a bit pale in the face as he notices the heart monitor spike once again and scoots his chair backwards a bit.

"....crazy? Oh I'll show you crazy you soon to be bald headed bitch-" You snarl, like actually snarl, and lung at him. You wrap your legs around his torso and start pulling at his hair, ignoring the way the IV rips out of your arm and the frantic beeping of the monitor.

He screams like a little bitch and the two of you stumble around the room like headless chickens in a one-sided scuffle. Dick covers his mouth with his hands out of shock and Bruce can only blink like he's watching a drama show finally hit it's peak.

"Someone get them off me!!" His arms swung wildly and hit you in the face. This of course just made you even more angry so you bit down into one of his flailing arms until you tasted the copper tang of blood hit your tongue.

"Shut up! Go bald!! Die! Die! I hate you!!" You spat out as you wrapped your arms around his throat, squeezing it with all the strength you could.

The fight only ends when the doctors rush in. They have to pry you off him and strap you to the bed like you were some maniac. Your only regret was that you didn't actually manage to pull out his hair. Guess Tim can have a full head of hair for a while longer.

Unlucky for you the doctors have to sedate you because of your aggressive actions, but lucky for you it no longer works without it being an unusually higher dose. So now you were in a staring contest with one of the doctors while the others

The rest of your so called family had to be escorted away so you wouldn't attack them anymore, but honestly you were glad they were gone.

As you were slipping back into a sleep like state you kept nipping at the fingers of any doctor who came too close, just for funsies. Of course that just made them have to add more restraints, because they are losers.

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The next time you awake it's to the extremely close eyes of the person you hate the most. There she stands, peering over you like you were some kind of experimental lab right for her to study. You hate the way she's so close to you.

Her long purple hair is all up in your face, tickling your cheeks and nose. Any closer and you fear she'll try and bite your face off.

"Good morning my dear! Or, well, it's night time after all. So goodnight? You were out for sooo long and I got a little bored." She's whispering to you, like you two were in some kind of romantic sleepover. Who the hell gave her permission to call you dear?! You two don't even know each other that well. Not in this life at least.

"Are you bored too? I brought you a gift basket full of stuff I remember you said you liked!" You can't crane your neck due to the strap around your neck keeping you in place, but your eyes can make out the faintest outline of a few snack and drinks you like. But how the fuck does she know that?

"Do you like it? Oh, I'm so happy it's just us now. It was soo hard to convince those pesky doctors to leave you with me, but I got my way. I always do." As she talks she starts running her hands over your body and your skin crawls with disgust. Your blood feels like icy much in your veins and your heart starts to beat faster with a mixture of disgust and fear.

You hate it when people touch you. It's nasty. So filthy. It makes your flesh feel rotten and slimy with all the nastiness of a Gotham waterpark. Something wicked crawls up your throat and it burns to keep the words from slipping out. You can't afford to run your mouth while you are tied up like this.

"Remember that time Damian sent you to the hospital for touching me at the ball? I do, you looked so cute with a missing hand. Your eyes so full of sorrow...I loved it!" She rubbed her face against yours as she spoke. That never happened this life...that was...life 68? You think, it's been so long but you can still recall the way your wrist burned and itched during the healing process.

"Oh? Getting excited are we? How cute! I knew you yearned for me, just like how I yearned for you" She presses a kiss to a few strands of your hair and you nearly recoil with a disgusted look on your face.

Her hands glide up your clothed body and rests on both sides of your face, forcing you to stare at her ever changing face. "You're so cute. I love you. The way you walk, the way you talk, everything about you."

Her face inches closer and closer, your noses practically touching at this point. Her thumbs find their way inside your lips, forcing them apart so she can see your teeth. Once she grows bored of just seeing them, she shoves her fingers in between them like some crazy dentist.

"Ooo look at that, they're so much sharper compared to last time! How pretty...." You can feel her dry ass thumbs gliding over your teeth. It's nasty and revolting. You bite down and feel her thumbs getting caught between the sharp edges of your teeth and she giggles...is this bitch trying to out freak your freak??

"Feisty~" Oh ew. Ew!! Someone needs to shoot her actually. That was just nasty. She is putting down some freak that was NOT your brand of freaky. She leans closer and you bite down harder as a warning. "Hold still....I've always wanted to do this." She murmurs that last bit to herself but you can still hear her.

She leans close enough till her lips are just ghosting yours, her thumbs stretching your lips into some mockery of a smile. Her lips connect with yours and you freeze in confusion. She??? Is??? Kissing??? YOU????

You aren't allowed to have a moment of confusion because suddenly she's trying to deepen the kiss but refuses to remover her thumbs. It's a mess of spit, drool, and blood, from the two of you as she forces kiss after kiss all over your face like you were some sort of prized pet.

You bite her lips when you feel she's getting too close to blurring the lines of just kissing. However, once your teeth latch onto her glossy red lips you don't let go. You bite down, harshly, until all you can taste is iron. Serves her right for kissing you without permission. Nasty bitch.

She pulls away with a frustrated growl as her lips tear off. Black tar leaks from the spot her lips used to be instead of blood. She looks shocked and perhaps a bit frightened and the fact that you ripped her lips off with just your teeth.

"How dare you! Oh you!! You! Selfish rat! After I deviated from my usual ways to spoil you?! You who is so- ugh!" She huffs as the skin around her lips regrow slowly, though she still sounds a bit fond. Your chest burns with hatred.

"Heh...hehe..ahaha! Me? Lowly? Oh you have to be kidding me! Do they know? Do they know you're a fake? A fraud? You aren't even a real person, are you?" There's no way she was human when she had black blood, she could regrow missing flesh, and change her appearance all the fucking time without anyone even caring. Not to mention the fact she knew of the past lives. And she has the audacity to call you lowly?

"Do you think they'll gut you, like they did me? Throw you in the asylum? Have them take you to that room. That small, padded room. With no windows or a clock to tell the time. They'll make you sit there for hours with the lights on just so they can study you. Huh? Oh no, I guess not...no, no, I think they'll give you the electric chair!" You laugh manically as you recall your experience Arkham Asylum.

"Do you think they'll...forget to add the sponge like they did with me? Maybe they will, maybe they won't. Maybe they'll cut you open and study you like some kind freak" You tear your arms free from the leather strap and undo the rest of them keeping you tied down. You draw a Y shape going from one corner of your chest to the other, and then all the way down your stomach with a sickening smile.

All the rage you had felt over the past two days felt like child's play to you. All the stupid shit you had to put up with. Death after death, after death, after death. Not to mention all the stupid shit you were accused of, beaten for, robbed of. Even torn limb from limb like some broken toy just for this worlds amusements. Did they expect you to be happy with this? To be content? To be okay with being used and abused?

No.

A shining red light burns somewhere in the distant night sky.

You will burn this world to the ground than roll over and let them carve up your belly like a roasted hog. This world...there is no point in trying to play by it's rules if it didn't even have enough space to respect you.

"So what?" Came her shrill voice as she stepped backwards. "It doesn't matter what you do. This is my world, all will bend to my wills whether they like it or not!" Y/N stomps her foot like a toddler throwing a tantrum and crosses her arms. Does she think she's being cute? That this will make you simply nod your head and go 'oh yeah that makes sense'?!

What a deranged set of monkeys she has going on in that circus of a mind. Oh how she pisses you off. You hate her, you hate her, you-

The door opens and Dick Grayson enters. Just like magic she has tears in her eyes and is sniffling. "Oh Dick! They were so mean to me! They threatened me with such- such hurtful things" She throws herself into his chest and his stern face melts into disgust and confusion.

"Yeah. Okay. Goodbye then" He hurriedly pushes her out the room and locks the door behind him. Weird. You thought he would at least bend to her will or something since she was crying. Guess her acting wasn't up to par with her usual ones.

You blinked and he was by your side, wiping away the spit, lipstick, and blood Y/N had left all over your face. "Are you okay? What did she do to you? How the hell did she even get in here, I thought this place was off limits" What he whispers to himself is lost on your ears as you a still trying to figure out what is happening. Did he...ignore Y/N to tend to you? Woah. Weird as hell. Your stomach churns in anxiety at the thought of you somehow taking Y/N's place.

You toy with the idea for about two seconds flat before throwing the idea away with a disgusted feeling settling in your bones. You don't hear him calling your name with a worried expression, and instead rub soothing circles over the back of your left hand with your right thumb. This wasn't right.

He pulls your face to meet his and you nearly snap at his hands. He, of course, pulls back but instead of berating you for such actions he looks at you with eyes full of pity. That pisses you off too. You didn't need his pity, so he could shove that up his ass instead of looking down on you.

"Hey, talk to me. What did she do? Did she hurt you? You've got blood on your face. Tell me and I'll make sure she doesn't step foot near you." He's talking to you in a sort of worried and slow voice. You almost snap that he can stop the pitying act before your ears register the part where he says he'll keep her away from you.

That doesn't sound so bad. If you play this up you could most likely get yourself away from here. "I...know about the closet. I saw what you did, I'm not mad. Just...worried that you could get in trouble for it. I mean I'm-" Your slightly improved mood sours in a second. Leave it to Dick to ruin the moment, just like always.

"You keep your mouth shut. I don't need the bats and birds sniffing around my shit." You glare at him as you cut him off, eyes narrowing with such hate that he 'glup's. What a dumbass. "You tell anyone what you saw and I'll gut you up so badly they'll spend years trying to put you back together. I swear it on my grave"

"Woah, okay, no need to get morbid. I'm not going to tell anyone. Your secret is safe with me."

"Good. Now let go of me, I hate being touched. Especially after what just happened." You shudder and Dick pulls a face like he just ate a lemon.

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He doesn't get it. How can you act so calm after just being assaulted like that? He's not stupid, he knows the look of someone trying to compartmentalize considering he's done the same thing time and time again.

That woman, what was her name? Y/N? Whatever her name is isn't important, what's important is keeping her away from you. For good. He sends a quick text to B explaining what he saw over the cameras from when he was spying keeping an eye on you while you recovered.

Bruce agreed that she was to be kept away from you. They couldn't afford someone sniffing around and hurting you. You who has been through so much already. It's like you were cursed to just have all this terrible stuff happen to you. But not with them. No. They'll make sure you were safe and sound.

No matter what.

But for now he was tasked with getting you back to the Manor safely. So he talks to the nurses, talks to the doctors, the staff, whoever else he needs to to get you discharged, and takes you home. You kick a bit, but ultimately let him carry you to the car.

See? You're getting used to him already, you've kicked and fidgeted less this time compared to last time. Soon you'll be comfortable with his touches and he can carry you at will without risk of being kicked or bit. And soon he'll be able to persuade you into not running away like you had been apparently planning.

You were so cute. Like a mean cat that he couldn't help but still want to pet.

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When you finally get back to the Manor you want to cry. Not out of relief but out of anger. You were back in this fuck ass building, AGAIN!! Oh and you were so close too, you could taste the freedom on the air. But nooo, stupid ass Bruce had to find you!

You stomp your way back to your room and kick open the door, throwing your duffle bag and other stuff on the bed. Thankfully, since the Wayne family is very popular and has high ties, all your stuff was recovered and brought back to the manor. Sadly you're pretty sure one of them has gone through it.

Those sad looking eyes from other members of the house seem to be following you. It's been a long night, and you are tired. You'll break out the window at night or something tomorrow. But for now? For now you'll try and sleep.

You change out of your clothes and throw on a pair of black shorts and a black tank-top. Just as you snuggle under the blankets and close your tired eyes something inside your mind nags that you were being watched.

You throw open your eyes with a glare as you spot baby blue eyes staring back at you. Are you being for real? She followed you home?! Ohh my god. This is it. Your chest squeezes itself in agony and you think you're having a heart attack from all the rage catching up to you. [Hey so did you know that if you have an underlying condition, too much rage can actually cause a heart attack? Well now you do!]

Are you really going to die to a heart attack when she's right there? You can literally throw something to break the window and jump her ass. The sound of glass shattering faintly echoes in your deafening ears. Your legs give out and you stumble around with your hand clutching your chest. It feels like your heart is being ripped apart and you can't see a thing in front of you other than a blinding red and white light.

Wait. Red? You blink your eyes into focus and a shiny red ring hovers in front of you.

No fucken way. Is that a Red lantern ring? You reach out a hand to touch it, to see if it was real, but it forces itself upon your hand and a burning sensation courses through your veins.

Oh god it is real. Does this mean you were going to have your heart replaced with the ring? You let out a loud scream of agony as you double over onto the floor. A splitting headache makes itself known as you claw at your face to try and get it to stop. The feeling of 'wrong' echoes across your body as you writhe on the floor.

Words echo in your head and you find yourself repeating them out loud against your will. "With blood and rage of crimson red," the door behind you bursts open as the entire fucken household shows up, "We fill men's souls with darkest dread,"

You were probably going to die and the only thing on your mind was how embarrassing this was. Your entire family was watching you get possessed by a Red Lantern Ring while Y/N watched in awe. Awe? You were suffering and she was happy with this?

Oh this bitch was going to get it. The headache subsides a bit as you start floating in the air with a ring of red embracing you. "And twist your minds to pain and hate." The red fades as your feet touch the floor. Your original clothes were now replaced with blood red boots, a skin tight black jumpsuit that fades into a blood red top with two black sleeves, and red gloves that caused your newly acquired red ring to blend in with the so called fabric.

"We'll burn you all," You open your eyes and lock onto the newly changed hot pink ones in front of you, "that is your fate!"

With such power, why wait on killing her? You don't need a plan. You could just...it would be so easy to just...the burning bubbling sensation travels from your gut and you don't force yourself to keep it back down this time.

In a flash you grab her by the shoulders, pressing your face as close to hers as you could get it and vomit up the boiling plasma on her face. You spin her around, throwing her inside what used to be your room and she lands at the feet of the people she kept splitting you from.

They stare in shock and horror as black writhing tentacles burst from the burned flesh of her face, her agonized screams slow to a stop as the tentacles stitch her face back together. You smile in mockery at them as boiling blood spills from the edges of your lips.

"See what you've replaced me for? Time and time again, you have fallen victims to this things charms and left me for dead." You point at her with your newly made claw, "You don't even know. How many times I've died because of her. Because of you" You point at them instead.

"Look at me. Look at what you have created with such horrid hands. I was trapped, all alone. I had nobody. Nobody to tend to my wounds, to care for my tears, to greet me good morning or good night." You laugh, clutching your stomach as you watch Y/N writhe on the floor like you were doing so a few moments ago.

"All this," You point to yourself and then mimic cutting off your head with your thumb, "doesn't even come close to how much I hate you. There aren't enough words in the human language to explain how much I hate you." You spit out the word 'hate' with such venom magma flies from your mouth and burns through the floor.

"I could sit here for hours and go through each and every moment that has caused me to hate all of you. But it doesn't matter. No. With this," You marvel at the red ring on your hand," with this I am finally free." You didn't really need to kill Y/N now. You're sure she won't be surviving this night with how the others seem to be glaring at her. How fitting.

You float out the window and fly into the midnight sky, ignoring the shouts of your name from the panicked group. You fly until you've long since passed every planet in the Milky Way Galaxy.

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Back on the ground the group turns to Y/N with eyes full of disgust and rage. Of course they listened to what you had to say, and while at first they didn't want to believe you they soon realized they had no other choice.

Y/N backs up with her hands in the air. "Now hold on. You all let them die, you can't just pin this on me!" Of course none of them listened to her. Because why would they listen to someone who was the cause of their dearest family member leaving.

They had a plan. They had things set up so that the dominos could fall in line and you would fall into their arms one way or another. But now? Here comes this random stranger who thinks the world bends to her will, forcing her will upon everyone around her. At first they thought she was special but now they can see it was some fabricated lie.

Because how can she be special when she's destroyed their family? They look to each other and then wordlessly agree on what to do.

And that's it! Hehe, I've been so excited about this chapter because I don't think I've told you all how much I enjoy writing about other such DC stuff in the Batfam stuff!! I mean, this world is so full of the most amazing ideas and so much untapped potential! It would be a waste if someone didn't dip their toes into such vast waters.

Though I do hope you all enjoy this one, I know I had fun writing it! [Kinda thought Reader's speech was a bit cringe but alas, it was well needed.] Soo you guys want some fluff? Cause I'm thinking about writing something a bit sweet but it probably wont be tied to this AU

Anyway here's that lovely taglist that seems to be growing every time I look away!

You stand in the middle of a flower field on a big hill with a large willow tree. It is just you, the shining sun, the clear blue sky, the magnificent willow tree, and the flowers. Sometimes a bird can be heard tweeting in the distant, or the ruffle of grass as something runs underneath.

You can feel the sun on your skin and the dirt beneath your toes. It's truly...peaceful. Yes, this was all you wanted in life. This was what you were fighting for. You turn your eyes to the willow tree and spot the familiar hair of someone you held dear to your heart.

"Well? Are you just going to stand in the sun, or are you going to give me a proper greeting?" The person you recognize to be...you...opens their arms with a smile. This wasn't anything new, you knew this to be true. For every time you closed your eyes they were there.

They were all you had left. All that grounded you in this fantasy. You run to them under the willow tree and wrap your arms around them. Oh how you missed them. It seemed the more you died the less time you got to spend with them. Tears well in your eyes but you refuse to let them fall.

"So? Are we any closer to escaping?" They chuckle and you pull away with slightly reddened eyes and a bitter smile. There were so many words you wanted to use, there was so much you had to say to them, yet you couldn't find a way to get your mouth to open. So you nodded instead.

"I see, I see." They wipe away your tears and the smooth white fabric of their white button up grazes your chin. "Come now. Dry your eyes, there is no reason to cry."

They turn around and lift their hand up as a small magpie lands on their finger just as a small Gackle lands on your shoulder. The other you, the original you, from this world pets the bird as they step closer to the trunk of the willow tree.

"I am you. You are me. We are both one in the same." They raise the bird into the air and only lowers their hand once the bird flies away. "I will wait for you until the day that you have found what you are looking for." Plants seem to sprout around them in a circle as they stand still.

Their arms are outstretched as the rays of sun peak through the branches. It was beautiful, the way the sunlight basked down on the two of you, the multicolored flowers that spread all through the land. You stared at it all, trying to commit this dream to memory so you could paint it in the real world.

A gust of wind causes the branches to sway and the distant sound of a windchime graces your ear. A deep feeling of both nostalgia and despair fill your soul. The sun above brightens and you know with certainty that you were waking up.

The original you turns around with a smile, faint tears dusting their eyelashes, and whispers to you, "Take us home"

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You open your eyes to the usual greeting of your ceiling and the unusual sound of someone knocking at your door. Without putting too much thought into it you open the door to find the worried eyes of Dick Grayson staring back at you.

You raise a brow and before you can even ask what he was doing here, he cuts you off. "Are you...were you crying?" You raise a hand up to your eyes and feel around. The only thing you felt were the dry patches that were crusted around the ends of your eyes, meaning you had cried in your sleep.

You felt around a bit more and felt one small patch of wet tears and wiped it away. You didn't need his pity. You didn't need his judgement. What does he care anyway? He's probably only interacting with you for some ulterior motive.

"No. What do you want?" Your reply was quick and flat, leaving no room for pleasantries. He looked a bit confused, perhaps even a bit hurt, but it did not concern you.

"Nothing really, just checking in after yesterday. Is your arm okay?" Oh. Right. You had gotten cut yesterday. You totally didn't forget about that...okay fine you did, but it's not like it was impacting your movements.

You look down to your shoulder and wince at the sight of a blood socked bandage. Should you be honest and have him pity you? Let's think about it.

On one hand he would show pity and empathy for your wounded arm and you could take advantage of his bleeding heart. Which would then lead to your eventual acclimation into the entire Wayne family.

But on the other hand all the fond memories of you will be thrown out the moment Y/N steps into the manor. You will be tossed aside like a broken toy as they move on to something fancier, something shinier, something...better. And then you will be left all alone in this world.

"It's fine. You can go now, I'm sure Damian or Father will be looking for you." The slight venom in your voice is lost upon his ears. It's a wonder why he's even in the manor. Isn't he always busy with something back in Blüdhaven? Why is he here.

Why? Why now? Why did he have to show interest now? Why the hell couldn't it have been when you were still new to this world? So naïve and foolish? Where was he when the original you got murdered?

Just as you were about to close the door on him, he stuck his hand and foot in between the doorframe. Really? If it wasn't for the unspoken rules of this household you would have slammed the door on his stupid fucken hands a million times over.

But nooo, he was a bit too strong for you to close the door. Without any effort he opens it back up and grabs you by the shoulders, turning you to the right so he could properly assess your injured shoulder.

He grimaces at the state of the bandage. It's gross and all bloody, sticking to your skin like glue. How it managed to stay on is beyond you, but you don't really care for it.

Without any warning, like any what so ever, he pulls the bandage off your shoulder in one fell swoop. The hair on your arm rips along with it and you bite down on your lip, holding your breath, to keep yourself from letting out a very undignified squeal of agony.

Forget being dismembered or disemboweled- having your hair waxed or tugged at freaking HURT. You smack his hand away and cover your eyes with your other hand. You would rather drop dead than to have him see you crying over a fucken bandage being pulled off.

Unknown to you- Dick was actually biting his own lip, and at the same time pursing his lips into a thin line, to keep from laughing. For some reason he was reminded of an angry kitten trying to act tough. He clears his throat to get rid of his laughter and then pulls out a fresh bandage and some random tissue to wipe away the blood.

As he's rewrapping your wound, after looking it over for any signs of infection, he turns to you and askes you a simple but rather annoying question. "Why didn't you change your bandage?...You do know where the emergency box is right?"

When he got no response he sighs and stands up, ruffling your hair like he was some kind and caring older brother. Not some man who abandoned you when you needed him most. A burning hot feeling centers itself in your chest, settling right above your heart, and spreads it's hatred to every vein in your body. You clench your fists automatically to keep yourself from swinging on him right here as you watch him walk away.

Who the hell does he think he is? Does he think he can just waltz back into your life? After he left you? After he couldn't spare you so much as a fucken glance in these desolate hallways? Your hands move to mimic the action of strangling the air as you clench and unclench your hands.

You stop and sigh, bringing up one hand to cover your mouth as you close the door behind you. You have to stop hating on people, it's really not good for your heart. The photo pinned to the wall catches your eye and you notice that the woman from before, who had blond hair, now had striking pink hair instead.

A strained smile stretched over your lips as you finally figured out how to spot her in crowds. At first you struggled because she was always changing, though she did heavily favor the blond and blue eyed look, and you just couldn't keep up. But now? With this photo in your hands you could find her.

And finally kill her.

Another sigh leaves your lips like you were some dramatic main character and you stuff the picture in your pocket. You needed out of this house. Maybe a house in Gotham's biggest rival city? Ah but then you'd have to deal with those judgy people who think their shit don't stink. Sure it's probably not a large portion of the people, just like in Gotham, but just thinking about is giving you a headache.

You need out of this house, this city, this entire damn universe if the gods would even allow it. All of it is pissing you off and you might actually start spitting blood, or having an anger induced heart attack, or even popping a blood vessel.

Maybe you do have anger issues...No matter. You might as well start packing your bags in preparation. Your birthday is tomorrow. Isn't it silly how you had forgotten that? You thought it was at least a week away. Funny how time blends and warps when you don't pay attention.

You toss your clothes into your duffle bag and without any trouble you zip the thing closed. Why would you even struggle with closing it? You didn't even have enough to have to hold it together so you could fight with the zipper. Everything else, which wasn't even a lot, fit inside a reusable grocery bag that had Green Lanterns face slapped onto it.

Back when this body was still being inhabited by the original version, they had tried to silently protest their dislike of Batman and had opted to get literally any other hero merch. Of course Bruce didn't notice, because of course he couldn't even be bothered to notice what his child liked. And well after buying that one bag it slowly spiraled into getting whatever Green Lantern merch they could.

So now you have a small metal tin filled with different cards, acrylic stands not put together, pins, buttons, fake rings, and one tiny green lantern plush. It's not like you hate the guy. You just...find it a bit more embarrassing now that you actually know the guy under the mask. You still like him though.

You would honor the original you's wishes and keep their tin safe. In some past lives Damian had actually been the one to discover them and if it wasn't him it was Y/N or Dick. In the end it didn't matter who discovered it, it was all thrown out and you were chastised for not supporting your own cities hero.

Someone opened your door just as you shoved the tin into your duffle bag. You turned your head, trying to act like you weren't doing anything suspicious, and met the eyes of your youngest brother. Damian cleared his throat as he took in the sight of your room, bare and empty with you standing in the middle of it all holding two bags.

He looked a bit caught off guard but he still persisted in what he originally intended to do. "I have been told to ask you if you wanted to...hang out, with Grayson and I, while we went to the art museum." He looked like he ate a lemon, was asking you to hang out really that uncomfortable for him? Loser.

"Uhhh no. Sorry, I've got plans already." Wait did he say art museum? As in, the first meeting of Y/N? Hmm that sounds like you should- STAY FAR AWAY. Well, there goes your window for killing her. Now that she's met the other 'main characters' the world will start to force it's way into bending for her whims. "No yeah, I have plans. Sorry little dude. You can go on without me."

And what might be those plans? Uh yeah, getting a bus ticket to as far as it can take you and getting the fuck outta Gotham. Damian gives you a look and then walks away as he mutters something under his breath.

You wait two minuets before you leave your room so you don't have to bump into anyone. You think you might actually strangle yourself if you randomly bump into anyone again. As you near the front doors you nearly hesitate. Some dumb part of you want's to give it one last look before you leave it all.

But you aren't dumb. You would not waste your tears and sorrow on this family. They could die in a ditch somewhere for all you care. However maybe you should have looked back, maybe just once. Perhaps then you would have noticed the dull blue eyes staring at you from one of the second story windows.

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So you might still be wondering, "What am I still doing in Gotham when I said all that stuff about leaving?" And the most basic of answers would be that you needed to get the rest of your money from the apartment you were now going to abandon. Good riddance too because now that you're actually looking at it, there's black mold EVERYWHERE. And despite your broken sanity, you would rather sit outside during an acid storm with nothing but the clothes you were born in [i.e nothing at all] than succumb to black mold.

But it seems that your luck had run out because guess who you ran into on the way to the bus stop, after safely getting your money and all that. That's right! Bitch ass loser Bruce mother fucking Wayne. Of course! Of all the fucken people, it just had to be your dear old dad.

You pretend to strangle yourself in the back seat but quickly stop before Bruce could see you from the front. This is it. The biggest obstacle of your entire life. If you even manage to get his attention, even slightly, it's so over for you. You'll have to end it all.

You can already imagine the sweet feeling of the rope kissing your neck as you swing from the roof like a poorly made piñata. But then you thought about everything that happened after dying, mainly what your body releases when all the muscles go slack, and shudder. Maybe digging your own grave and throwing yourself in it would be better.

"So...? Where were you headed so early in the morning. Don't you have class to attend?" Oh my god he was...speaking to you like he actually knew you??? Ewwwww. Oh my god you need to be shot in the head. Like right now.

"No it's...it's Saturday. Schools out" Came your reply, much to the embarrassment of Bruce. But it's fine. You knew he was dumb, but you didn't think he was that dumb. Did he forget to turn off his Brucie persona?

"Oh how, uh, lovely. I heard Dick and Damian are at the art museum, we should go together and meet them there." Where is a gun? You might as well shoot yourself in the stomach and throw yourself into the fucken swamp so the damn animals can get you.

Your lips wobbled as you tried not to make an ugly face, instead you smiled like you were made of stone, and said "Ssure... that sounds...fug," you let out a small cough to cover up your mistake,"-lovely" Oops. You almost said fugly...oh well.

"Perfect!" No. This was far from perfect. You were about to DIE if this kept up. What the fuck is wrong with these people????

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It's liked you blinked and suddenly you were standing behind the Wayne family trio. Bruce stood in front of the group but he kept looking back at you of all people so you didn't have time to slip away into the crowd. Dick stood to your left and Damian stood to your right, both were boxing you in and they just wouldn't let you leave.

Damian was practically clinging to your sleeves like some parasitic remora. Why? For reasons beyond you. It's not like you were some big hot shot, fucken nobody here actually knew who you were. Do you know what that does for a person? You can't even say that you have at least one person on your side. Because you don't.

Once they spot Y/N it's over. You will fade into the background until you are brought back just to die. You hate the feeling of their skin touching yours. It just feels so wrong.

Someone is talking but you aren't really listening to them. No, what you were really looking at was the bright purple twin tails you spotted in the crowd. The brightness that followed the hair was ungodly annoying but it was to be expected because it was the world's protagonist stepping center stage.

It's like time slowed down and fucken flower petals filled the air with a bunch of glitter as you watched all three of them taking notice of her. Damian lets go of your stiff arm and for once you were almost grateful for her, hah almost.

You made the unfortunate mistake of staring as she glanced at the three. So here you were, staring into her rainbow colored eyes as a burning rage coiled in your gut. She slowly blinks before winking, actually honest to god winking at your general direction, and smiling.

You knew it wasn't for you. There were three Wayne's standing next to you, of course it wouldn't be for you. She was probably looking at them and not you. Disgust laps at your veins and you have to suppress the fully body shudder as you notice the hunger in her eyes. If you thought you were greedy, well she takes the cake.

She makes her way closer to the three of them and you take a step back. Right this was the scene where she meets them, they grow obsessive over her, and some random ass D-lister villain shows up. Well we all know what happens next.

It's not enough that the original you would have been suffering from a cut tendon in their hand, meaning they couldn't even bend their fingers in that hand because nobody bothered to take them to get corrective surgery, they just had to get caught up in this mess too.

You looked at the clock on the wall, counting down the minuets until the ceiling caved in...or something. You have never really been caught up in this mess, aside from the first 10 re-runs of your life from when you were being a little bitch and trying to get along with everyone, so you don't really have a clue what's happening anymore.

As you were looking at the clock someone had gotten closer to you. Close enough to wrap an arm around your waist like you were long time friends and hug you with a sickly sweet fervor. Your skin began to itch and crawl with the uneasiness you felt as you laid eyes on the person ballsy enough to do so.

There she was, in all her protagonist charm, hugging you like she knew you. Knew of your suffering, your hate, your fears, and still decided you were "Worthy" enough to have her hug you. Someone get her off you.

Someone get her off you right now or you swear to god you will make the Joker look like a harmless little baby. Dick, somehow being the only person to notice your growing rage and pass it off as being "uncomfortable", decided now was a good time to separate you two. Or perhaps he was just jealous she was hugging you first, you saw that look in his eye. He didn't even try to hide it.

"Oh sorry, they get a bit weird with physical touch. Don't mind them." But before he could say anything more, something broke the window closest to you. You only had enough time to notice what looked like a literal bomb before you felt yourself being dragged by the back of your shirt behind a counter.

When you looked at the person who saved you, you almost wished that they had simply left you to die. Because the person was no other than your father. Isn't that ironic? The man who has left you to die over ninety-nine times has finally saved you so you can suffer an even worse fate.

Of course the weird moment passes as soon as you spot who caused the commotion. It was the Riddler?! That guy?? He was the cause of this??? That bright piss green color was iconic in the way someone gets recognized for shitting their pants. At least the purple was a cool contrast.

Oh fuck here comes his lackeys. You turn around to try and push your father towards the inner corner so you could hide better, only to find that he was missing. Really?! You have to take a deep breath to stop yourself from laughing manically in rage. Why dose this shit always have to happen to you?

And then the lights go out, meaning the cameras and literally anything else is out too. Great! Someone end it now. You don't think you can get out of this with your sanity intact.

The gods need to give you some patience or at least some Superman level strength so you can beat the absolute shit out of some people. And because the gods have decided to hate you, of course you get spotted by a lackey looking for a hostage.

"Aye' boss! I got two fancy looking ones over here, where should I put them?" Without so much as a warning, or an apology, both you and Y/n, because oh my god sureee she was hiding right next to you too, get pulled out by your hair. At this point you might as well start frothing at the mouth and acting like someone with rabies, because your sanity has just taken a swan dive out of a skyscraper.

Your eye starts twitching and your teeth begin to ache. This is it. You were about to lose your shit in front of the whole world. They were going to strap your ass in a straight jacket and haul you Arkham Asylum like they did in life 70.

To make matters worse Y/N start to cry big ass tears, making the lackey feel bad. Were they really charmed by a grown ass woman crying like some baby? What a weirdo. Your eye twitched again and a distant echoing in your head grew a bit louder 'Go crazy! Who cares? You can just kill yourself and start again!'

"Ha...haha....ahahaha" You look over and notice you were at the perfect height to punch him in the balls. But no, not yet. You have to get him alone. It's easier to pick them off one by one when they least expect it.

"What's wrong with you? Get dosed by joker gas on the way in?" The lackey asks you, letting go of Y/N and pulling you up by the hair. You glance to Y/N but she's already hiding behind a crowd of other hostages. Fake ass bitch.

"Wouldn't you like to know weather boy." You laugh in his face, watching as he literally turns red in the face at your mockery. The hand around your hair tightens and digs into your scalp but you make no show of pain.

"Answer me you crazed fuck. Who do you think I am? Huh? someone to laugh at? I'll show you something funny." He drags you into a storage closet and throws you in, closing the door behind him. You act weak, going limp on the floor as your head hits the corner of a shelf.

You can hear him panicking at the way you've dropped. Clearly he wasn't supposed to injure anyone too badly from the sound of it. Just as he brings a hand to check your neck for a pulse you strike. You bite down on his fingers like a rat trap and a sickening crunch echoes in the room before being followed by his shrill shriek of agony.

"You crazy bitch! What the fffuck!!" You spit out the two fingers, a pointer and index that will clearly not be letting this guy do a peace sign any time soon, and head but him in the nose. He stagers back and hits the door.

Your eyes land on the bottle of bleach, unopened by the looks of it, and you know what you must do. You raise it in the air and bring it back down on his head. He breathes out an agonized wheeze and crumples to the floor but you don't let up. It's you or him, and you refuse to die at the hands of some two bit loser with a receding hairline and bad breath.

You bring the bottle down again, and again, and again. The floor beneath you becomes a mangled mess of skull and blood. It's hard to see anything given the lack of light but you can just tell that it's going to take the forensics hours trying to tell what bit was what when putting him back together. A wordless laugh rattles your lungs and scatters your thoughts.

You open the door, hobbling your way out and shutting it behind you. Damn your head hurts, you bring a hand up but stop before you even touch your head. Did you really want to risk touching your injury with someone else's blood? In Gotham of all places? Fuck no.

As you hobble along the dark bath, tripping over your own two feet and other random objects, you stumble into an empty hallway with a low groan. "This...sucks..." You mange to mumble as your vision fades to black. You tumble into the arms of a concerned Red Hood, waking up only slightly to mumble a "That's a big bitch" under your breath, before you promptly pass out once more.

And that's where I'm ending chapter 2!! I don't want to spoil too much for chapter 3, but I'm too excited to not spare a few details!!

You know how I mentioned Green lantern? Well guess what!! Something involving the many colored rings will be happening in the next chapter, and I'm sure a few of you can pick up on the crumbs I'm throwing down!

Anyway- Here's my newly made taglist, thank so much for reading!

If you could ask her how she ended up like this, chained up to a metal table and tested on like a lab rat, she would tell you that it's because she was such a tragic and pitiful person that it was fated to happen. But if you looked into her missing soul you would find a sea of apathy and narcissism that reflected what she really wanted.

She was this worlds rightful queen. She knew it from deep within her false soul. Despite the fact that she wasn't human it only furthered her idea of greatness. She who had no name, no natural body, no feelings other than pride. She was so sure it was everything she ever wanted.

With a deep echoing from her very ichor of blood calling for her to own this place, to free them from their humanity and let them all ascend into godhood like she would soon be stepping in to.

However she was no fool. She knew what she really wanted. For those around her to truly look at her like she was their queen without the help of her magical powers. She was envious of their natural ways.

Unlike her they had hair, flesh, and bones made so naturally it made her seethe. She wants what they have. She wants hair like theirs. She wants eyes to stare with, to take in all that there is to know about the human body. Hands that curled without being forced to, flesh that bleeds red, teeth to bite down. And even a heart to pump blood into her body.

She want's it all. Everything that made up a human, she wants it. It was only right that she got to experience humanity before she washed it all away for something greater.

But you, oh...you...how wonderful you were. You saw her for what she truly was. How exciting, to finally be seen. I mean, she was seen all the time but that was thanks to her hosts body and not really her. But You? You could actually see her.

She knows you can see the wiggling black tendrils stuffed into this meat puppet of a body. How romantic! To be exposed all the way down to the barest of your body by another. Oh, and the way you scowl at her with such hateful eyes! She's never been more enamored with someone who she couldn't control.

She wants you. She wants you to look at her and finally, finally, fall for her! She'll get out of this cell and when she does, she's going to have you.

Only look at her. Don't look at anyone else anymore, she can't bare the thought of you slipping away from her. They don't deserve you, only she does. Only she can handle that cold personality of yours. Even though you run so incredibly hot, so lovely and warm!! You're just what she wants!

You're the perfect host!

Even if you don't want her. She'll make sure that she will be the only person you could ever hope to rely on. She will embrace you, wipe away your tears, dig deep into your heart and curl up in the comfort of your body until the two of you decay as one.

Her next step of life is soon. She can feel the wiggling under her flesh as her hosts body finally collapses in on itself. She's done it! She can finally do what she was meant to do.

Y/N curls up into a ball in the middle of her cell. Her long blond hair curls around her body and forms a hard shiny chrysalis that can't be broken by natural means. Blue tendrils shoot out from the bottom of the shell and digs inside the earth, keeping it rooted in place.

Just wait for her.

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How long have you been out here in space? Far too long it feels like. You want to think that time passes differently here than back on earth. But it all feels the same to you. Numb and distant like a dream.

You've been doing nothing but murder, and kill, and murder some more. Why? Because everywhere you look there's a planet suffering from the same parasite that drove you mad. It's like a mold that you can't get rid of until you tear down the entire house.

It seeps into anything and everything it can. Spreading sickness and hysteria into every living creature it comes across. Black ichor stains your hands and no matter how many times you try to wash it away, it still clings to your gloves. Just looking at it disgusts you.

How many lives have been taken by this thing? How many people were pushed around like you were? Toyed with? Murdered? Forgotten? You can't seem to bring yourself to step away from this maddening spiral of thoughts.

Your ears are already deaf to the screams of agony from the half melted butterfly man trying to force his way out of the core. You stare at him with apathetic eyes. This was all so...annoying.

You flex your hands and fly away from the crumbling planets core. Though you did try to spare as many non-infected you could find, there was no way to fix the planet itself. It had already crumbled under the parasites will and had started collapsing to feed it's delusions. So you did the planet a favor.

As you fly past another planet something green shoots out and follows after you. You speed up to see if it was trying to pass you or simply follow along. They speed up as well so you stop, holding an arm out to signal them to stop.

This is clearly a Green Lantern. What they were doing here was of no concern to you. You had more planets to destroy.

"Your name is...[Name]? Yes? From Earth?" Now that you can look at them, you finally notice that this is none other than the very hero that your original version liked so much. Hal Jordan.

Very well. If not as a show of kindness to the original then you shall listen to whatever he has to blabber about for your own curiosity. You don't speak, instead you tilt your head with a look of questioning settled across your features.

"Woah, okay. Have you been taking care of the Falsus Omnibus? I thought Atrocitus said to leave them alone because they were more trouble than they were worth." When he sees the glare starting to form he quickly backs up with his hands raised in defense.

"Do I look like I care about whatever this Atrocitus said?" You raise a brow.

"...alrighty then. You look like you're getting a bit homesick. Any plans on going back to Earth with me?"

"Why? Why should I return to those who have abandoned me? Replaced me with such a thing, I feel insulted just thinking about it." You cross your legs and move into a sitting position despite there being no chair in space. You form a red ball underneath you to support your weight as you mindlessly float about.

He doesn't say anything, he was most certainly not understanding what you were saying. Like a loser. You'll never understand why the original liked him in the first place. He looks and sounds dumb. Weren't there other, more cooler, green lanterns? Why did they have to pick this guy?

"Just...return home." He says with a sigh, head in his hand like you were giving him a headache. "I'll even go with you so you don't encounter trouble on the way."

You gave him a look. And then you were flying off in the other direction of where earth actually was.

Hal let out a sigh before flying after you in a race against time.

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For as long as you could remember your life, your real one, was so utterly disappointing. There was no magic, no heroes, no over the top villains. Just...regular humans doing regular human things.

Some were kind, some were not. Just like it's always been. You liked to think you were normal, that you had no random quirks or little tidbits that deterred people from you. But you weren't blind to the truth.

You saw the way some of them looked at you. Like you were stupid. You weren't. Sure you struggled with some things but it wasn't like you were born perfect, nobody was. Yet they still looked at you like you were a failure.

Like you were weird.

You weren't weird. You were as normal as normal can be. You had your likes and dislikes, you had a favorite color, hobbies, a favorite animal. You hated school like everyone else did, and you liked video games like everyone else.

So why...why did they look at you like that?

Why did they frown and turn away when you tried to be friendly?

Was it something you said? Something about your outfit?

Your...personality?

You tried to make a friend once. At first it was great! You finally had someone to understand you! Someone you could share things with, do tasks with.

And then a new kid moved to school, someone you had never seen before in your entire life. And they started to talk with your friend. And then your friend said they no longer wanted to be your friend for your "rude actions" against the new kid.

You had never once even talked to this person. So how could you have been rude to them? But your friend did not spare a moment to listen to you.

So you withdrew yourself from them. Instead you turned to music. But you were not a musician nor where you a singer. Your hands too clunky for the tiny strings of any guitar, your fingers too stiff for any piano or flute. Your voice was too high pitched for tender songs, too deep for high energy ones.

No matter what you did, it wasn't enough. It wasn't perfect. You tried video games but your timing was too slow, your eyes too poor to see the darkened areas of the map. You could not code so you could not create.

You tried writing once, and after reading your own work you nearly burned the house down out of rage. Such clunky writing methods you used, terrible plot lines that seemed to tangle into each other like a ball of yarn. And by then you had no effort to try and improve.

So you withdrew yourself from the world around you and turned to the comfort of art. Of course even then you were judged for it. Your artwork was deemed....horrifying by those around you. Those who chose not to look deeper into the meaning and only saw what they wanted.

So you pulled away from showing your art and your solitary house was filled with paintings upon paintings of nightmarish creatures. Of paintings that showed death in both rude and unwelcome ways but at the same time in a gentle and peacefully manor.

Looking at comics was what you used to pass the time. You couldn't help but take interest in the world of DC. Such wonderful stories, lovely characters too. Though you had to admit that you quite liked the animated movies and that one cartoon taking place in the 'future' of Gotham.

And then you died.

But it seemed like death wasn't the end for you. You had discovered a labyrinth of doors. You opened each and every door until you found one that lead somewhere. Why were all but one empty? You would never know.

And there you found yourself. A mirror image of you. But they were small. Weak. They did not stand up for themselves. They did not speak their grievances. But you saw them for what they really were.

They were so kind to those around them. They tended to the plants when they had the time, they spoke to animals like they were the ones who put them on the earth. They avoided stepping on the daisies when standing in the grass, they trapped spiders to release them instead of squashing them. A spare dollar or two to those asking for funds. Community work just for the love of it.

They were perfect. Like an angel given human form.

And yet...they let themselves be pushed around and saddled to the sideline like they were someone forgettable.

It made you froth with rage. These people, how blind could they be? How could they shove this other version of you, who was much kinder than you ever had the chance to be, to the side like that?

So when their death drew near it was no wonder why you broke the mirror so you wouldn't have to see them perish.

But then you found yourself inside them. You were them. Your mind was now theirs, your thoughts became one and if you closed your ears you could hear them whisper to you.

Such lovely words of encouragement.

They weren't even mad. They enjoyed having someone else in this body with them, they liked that you could puppet this sack of flesh and they could simply watch without the burden of life.

They cheered you on, telling you the right answers for subjects they knew but you didn't. You could even hold a conversation with them if you focused on their voice alone. But the longer this time loop went on....the less you could hear them.

And what would you do? Without your other half? Your other you?

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Your feet touch the smooth ground of planet earth, just two seconds away from the door of what you no longer had to call home. Your arms were crossed and your eyebrow twitched with annoyance. Why the hell were you back here?!

You tried to fly away from that stupid fucken Green Lantern but nooo! He trapped you in a ball, and then when you broke out the ball he trapped you in a freaking cube! A cube!! If it were not for the promise of not killing any Green Lanterns you'd have torn his heart out with your own hands.

You slam the door open, much to the shock of Alfred and Dick. You paid them no mind and made your way downstairs into the cave. Freaky ass rich people. Who even needs a cave decked out in fancy tech? You kicked open the metal door of the cell and stomped inside.

"Are you sure that's a good idea? We don't know what she'll do." Tim pointed his stylus, that he was using to take notes, at the golden and blue shiny shell.

You could hear the heartbeat of the thing inside the cocoon as it shook the ground. Apathy filled your heart the longer you looked at it. If you were any less you, you might have felt a twinge of fear in your soul.

A cracking sound sliced through the room and everyone stilled. With a wave of your hand you shoved everyone out of the room and through the door with a beam of red energy from your ring. The cocoon shuddered once, twice, and then it crumbled around the body of a beautiful woman with white hair and goldish-blue tips.

She had skin as white as paper with purple fingertips, but no mouth. She had eyes of course, just two empty sockets that bled a strange white goo that you'd rather not touch. The room around you wiggled and warped into a forest with purple leaves and blue bark.

However the forest didn't last long and the room turned back into empty stone of the underground. You laid your eyes back on her and even though she had no mouth you could tell she was smiling.

"It's you...you came back! Oh how wonderful! I knew you couldn't leave me, I'm simply too charming for you to resist" She clasped her hands together and floated around you like a snake.

Her hands ghosted your arms but you pulled away with a disgusted look on your face. She did not deserve to touch you. A chorus of 'how filthy' ran through your mind on loop. Her touch was vile and made you sick to your stomach. Everything about her screamed wrong.

So, without putting much thought behind it, you brought your hand up and punched her across the face. Her head snapped back too far and the flesh ripped at the base as a consequence. She let out an airy laugh as she used her hands to place her head back in place.

"How feisty! Oh I just love that spark of yours" Ew. You couldn't stop your face from contorting into a look of disgust. You don't question how she can speak without a mouth because this is a weird universe.

You grab her by the neck and throw her into the wall. Uncaring of the fact that if you broke any load bearing wall the entire mansion would crumble. Because why should you care? They did not care when you died countless times. They did not care when you got your nerves severed in your hand. They did not care for all the misery and misfortune they brought you.

But a quiet echo reminds you that this was something the other you cared about. It would be cruel of you to destroy such a place if it did not bring them joy.

So, out of the kindness of your cold dead heart, you will take the fight outside. Your hand stretches out and makes contact with the creatures scalp and you pull until the weight of this things body follows where you lead it. It doesn't take longer than half a second to find the two of you in space.

She goes for another swing but her reaction time is slower than molasses and you easily dodge it. She smiles and turns the swing into a hug, trapping you in her embrace as she rubs her flesh against your cheek.

You use your free hand to twist her head, hearing her neck snap a bit, and then punch her the head. Her grip loosens and you roundhouse her where your punch previously landed. She clutches her nose with an angry and shrill scream.

The red of your ring lights up and you trap her in a jar. You smile a wicked smile and shake the jar in all sorts of way to leave her disorientated. She flattens like a bug against the lid of the jar and reforms herself, only to flatten against the bottom of the jar.

She shrieks and claws at her hair in rage. Her body wobbles a bit like jell-o before it snaps straight up and her arms grow into large mantis claws. She turns her head to the side and looks at you with a cold glare.

"Enough! Do you think you can toy with me like this?" Her voice is burning with anger and for a moment you think she was finally going to stop acting like a love sick fool. And then her voice takes the tone of a whining baby. "You're so mean to me!! My dear, why can't you let me touch you?!"

"I don't touch trash" Was all you said before you conjured up a red truck and rammed her with it. The truck flings her further into space but she stops herself with her newly made butterfly wings.

She calls your name and sends a wave of pink towards you with her her mantis claws. Clearly this is some type of energy beam so you quickly dodge it by flying below it. However before you could fly back up something grabs you by the ankle and drags you towards her.

A sickly white lizard tail is the culprit and you find yourself struggling against the pressure of being dragged to focus on cutting it. So you bite into the scaled tail and clamp down. A wiggling sensation fills your mouth and you immediately spit it out to find a handful of black worms wiggling about in the flesh of where you bit off.

You gag and force yourself to not throw up, thankful that you got every bit of worm out in one spit. Y/N squeals happily for some odd fucken reason and her tail thrashes about like a dog's would.

"I felt it! The feeling inside you, oh so cold but so warm!" She cups her face with normal hands now, a joyous smile displayed as she spins around in glee. "Lets become one"

You conjure up a missile launcher and shoot her in the face. You'd rather saw your body in half the long ways, going from toes to head, than become one with her. An empty feeling settles inside your mind as the whispers get louder. Each whisper was trying to get you to trust her, to embrace her, to love her. But a louder voice chimes in with venom laced on every word.

"Why trust this two faced snake?"

"She has been the downfall of everything you ever cared about."

"She's the reason why you're here in the first place"

"Don't you know how much the original suffered because of her?"

"Think of how many times you suffered because of her"

"Kill her"

"Rip her limb from limb until there is nothing left for her to regrow from"

"Destroy her"

You growl and use a bear trap to catch her around the leg. It digs into soft flesh and her body begins to bleed black worms. And idea forms in your mind. 'Perhaps if this body bleeds out all the worms, then all that's left is the shell' The idea seemed good enough to you, so you yanked her towards you with a chain.

It was clear with how she giggled that she had a different idea of how this was going to go. You grabbed her by the hair with one hand and the legs with the other. You pulled with all your might and she clawed at your hands but to no avail.

Her body stretched like rubber so you couldn't snap her in half. Anger bubbled up through your stomach and you spit burning hot magma upon her stomach and watched as it melted through.

"Ooo how warm! Are you trying to help me out? You're so sweet!" She cooed in your ear. A nasty and revolting sound. It ground your gears and you wanted her to stop talking.

Clearly the flames of your anger weren't going to help you. So what should you turn to? What could you do? Which of your abilities could actually kill this thing? With the other it was easy because they had not reached this level of power, always dying before or during transformation. Never after.

All you hand the chance to do was look up before you locked eyes with her. Her body was flying at you with a speed she hadn't shown before and in your moment of thought you did not notice the spiked tail behind you.

A hot flash of pain shoots through your stomach and you grit your teeth. You won't die like this. You won't!

To start over...after all this pain? This suffering?! No! You're going to make this thing choke on your emotions. It'll be the last thing you do!

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A warm hand brushes the hair from your face. You know these hands. A soft voice urges you to wake up and you open your eyes to find the face of the original soul staring back at you.

"Why do you falter? You are mighty, I have seen the carnage you've done to other worlds." They tilt their head at their own question. The ray of sun beats down on your body and you note that there is no wind today. "Listen to your heart."

"But..I don't know how to go about killing them. Nothing seems to work." You whisper back.

"Then...listen to your heart. I know you know what I mean. You've heard it echo before." Your eyes glance past them and you swore that you could have seen the glittering light of something blue flash in the sky. "I believe in you. I always have. You were the only one there for me. The only one who...cared when I was suffering"

You bring your own hand to cradle theirs, pressing it against your face as you close your eyes. They were the only thing grounding you. Everything you did- it was for the betterment of the both of you.

Your stomach grumbles and they smile. "You should wake up. I have a feeling you already know what to do"

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Your eyes snap open as black tendrils cover you from chest to feet. The ring burns around your finger and you are thankful that they were too stupid to remove it. You glance around the open space as blood drips from your open wound.

There in the middle is the floating body of Y/N. However the more you stare the more you note that something is off. The flesh around her stomach and chest have started to...crack?

A hand breaks through the stomach. And then another. And something forces it's way out of the body. The arms wrap around this mass of wiggling ink and the hollow body crumples into dust in the air of space. Two hands turn to four, and then six, and then eight. The four arms near it's back shutter and morph together into a massive wing as a slit appears on its face.

All that forms is a toothy smile of a mouth. Sharp teeth line the mouth in rows of three. The mass of ink molds itself into a half humanoid that almost resembles...you. But the arms are too long, too many, and the legs are too crooked. It hair wasn't even the same, just a flowing mass that had too many eyes in it.

What an ugly looking thing.

"See? I'm just like you now! Oh rejoice as you gaze upon my beauty. Truly I am the most perfect being in all the worlds. Aren't you happy for me?" Their voice sounds like it has more of an echo behind it but other than that nothing changed.

You glance at the tendrils around you and narrow your eyes. You focus on creating a red energy field around your body until it grew in size and forced the tendrils to let go of your body.

You flex your hands and red glowing claws pop out. It takes you half a second to jump in front of her and cut her in half. You slice at her again and shred her into seven different parts- only for her to morph back together like dough.

Your stomach growls but you brush it off. Now isn't the time to be hungry. Not when you were in a fight. Your hand, not the one with the red ring, gets caught in her mouth.

Flesh shreds from bone and you stab her in the stomach in retaliation. When you finally get your hand back it's no surprise when you find that you are missing two fingers. You look back at her to find that she was chewing on your fingers! Hello?? Those were yours!

You breathe a bit heavily through your nose as you burn the wound on your hand to cauterize it. You flex your hand, ignoring the pain, and look back to her. Well what's one more injurie to the list?

The two of you continue to fight as the two of you trade punches and jabs. The more you look at her the more you just see her as nothing more than a plate of squid ink spaghetti or a rope of licorice. Something to eat. The feeling of hunger presses down heavily in your gut and crawls its way up your stomach with slimy acid burning away at the linning of your stomach.

The nearby planet the two of you were fighting next to ends up casting a shadow over your face. You stop where you float, hands clenched as your teeth dig into your lips. You can't stand this feeling anymore. Y/N stops and looks at you with confusion in her many eyes. "Why'd you stop? Don't tell me-"

"I...am so hungry." Your teeth hurt with an aching need and your body is starting to shake like you were suffering from low blood sugar. You close the gap and your teeth latch onto her skull. Your teeth crunch through the bone like it was a chocolate bar and you devour.

You tune out her screams as you continue to feast. Brain, hair, skull, neck, lungs. You force it all down to satisfy your hunger. Your teeth gnaw on the bones as you greedily rip flesh from it like this was a 5 star meal. Like this was the last meal you were ever going to eat.

The taste was unlike anything you've ever had. It was sweet savory, a little salty in some places, but oh so good. You could see why people liked her, she tasted wonderfully on your tongue. The false blood danced on your taste buds like a thick sauce. Your hands dig deep into it's body like a starved animal. You can't stop the wicked smile blooming on your face with gleaming eyes.

The more she tried to regrow herself the more you ate. That's all you could do. A burning feeling curled through your stomach with a terrible emptiness that seemed to never be satisfied. With every bite a tiny bit of that feeling chipped away just ever so slightly.

Blood drips from your mouth and you lick your lips to clean it up. You eat until there is nothing left but bones. And you eat that too. When you are finally done with your meal you feel satisfied. The burning in your stomach settles and you can finally relax.

Is that really all it took? Hunger? No doubt if anyone were to see you now they wouldn't even be able to recognize you from a week ago. Had everything really happened in a week? It feels much longer than that.

A week ago you were losing your mind believing you were stuck in some magical death loop and that there would be no way out. Yet here you stand, or well float if you want to be exact, with missing fingers, a red ring of hate, blood coating almost every inch of you, and a stomach finally full.

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You lick the blood from your hands as you lower yourself into the earths stratosphere and back into the troposphere. Your feet lands on the pavement right outside the manor. For some reason you feel like this would be a turning point in your life.

Do you stay? Help them with the knowledge you've learned and cure them of their....illness?

Or do you take this chance to fly away? Far, far away, into the depths of the skies- until there is nothing left to remind you of earth. You could be free. Free as a bird, free as a cloud, never tied down to anything and able to do as you wish.

'Won't you...help these poor souls?' A voice reminiscent of yours echoes inside your head and you, reluctantly, open the door.

Instantly a blur of motion shoots out and tackles you into a hug. Both you and whatever it was that tackled you land on the cold concrete with a dull thud. You look down to whatever this thing might be and find the worried face of your younger brother looking back up at you with tears in his eyes.

The sight would have tugged at anyone else's heart strings, but it did not work on yours. But you sigh and pet his hair anyway because you aren't that cruel. Well, you are, but you aren't going to raise a hand to the original good's family like this. He hasn't really given you enough reason to.

Yet.

Next comes Bruce and Dick. The two of them nearly squish you with how tightly they hug you. Your eye twitches. Why the hell are they so handsy with you now. You're STILL covered in blood of a false god! What the fuck!!

"Never do anything like that ever again! Don't you know how worried I- I mean we were?" Dick blabbers into your ear like a worried mother. You spot Tim hiding in the doorway. He blinks and you blink back. Then he gives you a thumbs up and turns away.

Thank god one of them is somewhat normal. Jason walks over from who knows where and pulls you out of the hug, and you ignore the way Damian was fighting with Dick because there wasn't enough space for both of them. You think he would have set you down after that, but no. No he hugs you with a tight grip.

"That was the coolest thing I've ever seen someone do." He sets you down and you nearly collapse. Sweet mother of mercy, someone save you from these freaks.

You wobble due to lack of strength and lean on the nearest person, who just so happened to be Bruce. "Just....let me sleep." Is all you say before you pass out.

Which is to be expected considering you did fight, and win, against a near immortal being who had toed the line of godhood. So it's only natural that they clean you up and put you to bed.

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After being told, by Tim, that they had all been "poisoned" by Y/N and that you were the only one that could help- you ended up staying at the Manor for another year. Finally you had reached 19 years of age and didn't die at 17! Sadly you missed your 18th birthday being in space but you didn't really care that much for it.

You actually managed to work out a deal with the rest of your soon to be distant-family. The deal basically goes like this:

You'd stay with them until the dangers of the withdrawals passed and in return you'd get the one thing you've always dreamed of. That's right! A secluded home next to both a big flower field and a large ass lake! And also cash money. And I don't mean the chump change kind of money, I'm talking that cold hard millionaire type.

Of course you didn't make it easy for them, and they did everything in their path to try and get you to stay longer. But in the end you managed to get your way.

So here you are, flying through the sunny skies with your boxes all held in a red box. Sure Bruce tried to get you to use his spare private plane. But you told him that you needed to feel the wind on your face and he let it go.

When you finally land you'll plant a tree, a giant willow tree like the ones in your dreams, and you'll make a grave. You'll take the green lantern tin and burry it deep into the soil before carving a small stone headstone with the time and date of the original's death. Bellow that will be one single line reading "The best of all of us" and a [f/c] ribbon tied around it.

You'll wear your best outfit and pair them with the famous [Last Name]'s aquamarines as you grieve for the only person who had ever had faith in you when it counts. Your dearly beloved other half. The original owner of this body you inhabit. The other you.

With your new found freedom you'll take up many hobbies and learn many more things. With time you will regain some bits of your sanity and mourn your old life too. But you will be happy.

Despite being so full of rage, you will still be happy. Happy because you are finally free from it all. Sure they will occasionally visit you and try to convince you to come back, but you've grown to find it funny rather than annoying now.

For once in your life you think this is a fair and fitting ending. You wouldn't have it any other way.

And that's it! Boo for the fighting scenes I know, but I have no clue on how to right a proper fight scene. It just feels like "They both punched each other. Bam, pow, and all that" whenever I try lmao

But anyway this is the Good end! Yipee!! At some point in the future I'll probably writing for both the bad end and the hidden ending.

Her body stretched like rubber so you couldn't snap her in half. Anger bubbled up through your stomach and you spit burning hot magma upon her stomach and watched as it melted through.

"Ooo how warm! Are you trying to help me out? You're so sweet!" She cooed in your ear. A nasty and revolting sound. It ground your gears and you wanted her to stop talking.

Clearly the flames of your anger weren't going to help you. So what should you turn to? What could you do? Which of your abilities could actually kill this thing? With the other it was easy because they had not reached this level of power, always dying before or during transformation. Never after.

Fine. Then you'll just have to use your backup plan. You remove the red ring from you finger and throw it upwards to your mouth just as her spiked tail pierces through the soft flesh of your stomach.

The agony is short lived as the rest of her wraps around you- but your teeth clamp down on the red ring. Her false eyes widen as she tries to stop you but it is already too late, the band of the ring snaps in half and a blinding red light overtakes the empty skies of space.

The bright light soon faded and was replaced by the terrifying explosion of what could only be compared to an atomic bomb.

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The last thing you recall is getting stabbed through the stomach while fighting a false god. You expected the burning agony of pain to strike a fire on all your nerves but the pain never came. The lack of pain only fuels your rage filled heart. Why wasn't this fight going as planned? Why was everything so...so peaceful? Where was the pain? The agony! The soul crushing wrath that had previously filled your heart and mind!!

Sunlight shines on your face and you find yourself laying on the flat floor of an empty glass greenhouse with plants all around you. From bluebells, to lily of the valley, to sunflowers, to pansies, and even the purple iris flower. A gentle breeze blows through your hair and finally find the courage to lift yourself up off the ground. Did you....did you die again??

What the fuck?! No, that's not what was supposed to happen. You were supposed to win! What was it all for? All this fighting? This pain? All those deaths. The fear? Was it all truly for nothing? Hot droplets of tears burn at the edges of your eyes before they come to fruition and roll down your face. Trails of marred and burnt flesh decorate your face in place of tears. Yet instead of anger all you can feel is unshaking emptiness.

In your rage you swiped your hands on the nearest table, knocking all of the potted purple hyacinth's to the floor. The ceramic pots shatter and dirt flies everywhere. Your dull eyes stare down at the broken pots with an uncanny emptiness.

What was this rage for if not to help you live? To survive? If it had no use for you then it was worthless to you. But before you could take off the ring a soft humming filled your ears and you turned to the newly opened doors of the greenhouse.

There stands your other half, looking as free as ever, with the only thing out of place being a small blue ring on their finger. You blinked and suddenly they were no longer wearing a deep blue turtleneck and pants but rather a skintight bodysuit with an almost all blue look to it.

The blue stopped at their hips and a black color descended downwards into a more flared pants kind of look with a white line running through the sides like a stripe. Their hands were covered in white gloves that stopped at the elbow and they had a classic black domino mask on their face that covered their eyes.

Damn. So they had a ring too? You would say you were proud of them but the fact that they had a blue ring made you a little annoyed. Did they lose their rage? Or did they never have the same amount of rage you did? How dare they have so much hope for the people who abandoned you. Abandoned them.

"Well? How do I look?" They did a spin and suddenly all the rage that was bubbling up inside you no longer seemed to matter. Just look at how happy they are. How could you ever be mad at them for that?

"You look...wonderful. Though I'm surprised you were able to get a ring considering our situation. But I guess your hope was too strong to be ignored..." You wrapped your arms around them as they clung to you. Tears fell from their eyes as the two of you let the wind and sky pass you by. "How peaceful"

"Don't you want to have a look around? I mean, I did decorate this place for you! Though I did have to make a few minor changes once someone new appeared" They removed themselves from your embrace and for a split second you felt yourself cling on tighter before you let them go.

'Someone new?' You wondered who that could be considering this place only ever had you and your other half. But someone small ran through the door with a pale yellow sundress and a white hat with a sunflower attached to it. They had short black hair and pale green eyes.

It was a child? How did a child end up here? Where even was here?

"Isn't she sweet?" Your other half nudged you in the side as the child offered you a freshly picked daffodil. You lean down and gently take the flower from her dirt covered hand. "She calls herself Vessel but that's not a name a child should have. So I named her Daisy"

Daisy perks up at the sound of her name and flashes you a smile that hurts your heart. And all at once it clicks inside your mind.

You've died once again. But this time you don't feel any tugging of your soul, nor do you feel anything other than acceptance. That was it. The final loop. There was no way for you to return now.

But that's fine. You could do the one thing you've always wanted. To stay with the one soul who could relate to your pain and agony.

Poor Daisy, she was so young when her life was taken from her. She had so much ahead of her. Does she even know what happened to her? Even if she did it wouldn't matter. It's fine. You could always accept one more person into your cold and bitter heart.

You look down at your red ring of rage. Did you even need this anymore? It's not like you'd die again if you removed it, you were already dead. You slide the ring off your finger and put it in your pocket. Despite no longer having a use for it- it was still one of the coolest things you've ever touched. Of course you were going to keep it! It picked you as it's owner, you'd never throw it away.

You intertwined your hands with your other half as they took Daisy's hand in their own. The three of you left the greenhouse and stepped out into the lights of a new day and the sudden urge to run through the green grass filled your soul.

You took off, pulling a laughing Daisy and your smiling other half with you. This was it. This was all you wanted. You were finally at peace.

For once a true and pleasant smile graced your face as the sun kissed your skin. A bird cooed in the distant just like you remembered from your childhood as the wind ran it's fingers through your hair. The scent of upcoming rain and flowers graced your nose as the grass softly embraced each step you took.

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Silence filled the cave as they all started at the static filled screen. Did you just- did you actually fucking DIE?! Tim pulled at his hair as the tried typing away on the keypad to try and get another camera, but to no avail.

Jason looked defeated as he slumped into his chair. Another child of Wayne. Dead. And yet he had foolishly thought he could have prevented that.

Dick froze for a moment before turning around and punching the hard stone of the wall, creating a large dent in it, with an angered curse. Of course you died! The Wayne curse strikes again!! The one child of Wayne he had the most hope of dying of old age- died to some intergalactic wannabe god who had been toying with them like puppets.

Damian turned away from the screen with tears in his eyes and gently wept into his palms. How could you betray him like this? How dare you go and die in space! How was he supposed to retrieve your body if there was nothing left of it? Damn you!

Cassandrea patted the back of a teary eyed Duke. And even though Duke wasn't that close with you he still thought you were the breath of normalcy in his new life. But yet....yet here we are. You were thousands of miles in space and too far for them to help.

Bruce had left the room entirely. It felt just like he was losing Jason all over again but this time there would be no comeback. You were truly gone. There wasn't even a body left behind for him to mourn over. How could you do this to them? To him?? Did you not care what effect your death could have on him?

Or did he just not show his love enough for you to care? If only he had one more chance to rewind this, to have one last do over. He'd treat you right. He'd give you anything you ever wanted if only you'd just stay with them.

His heart hurt with all the ideas of things he could have done. All that time he could have spent with you if he wasn't off chasing the beauty of Justice in a corrupted city.

The rain within the city would go on for days as Lady Gotham weeps for her lost children once more. Another child from the city of Lady Gotham lost. And it wasn't even within her concreate walls! How dare that thing take you two away from her city. How dare it toy with her children! If it ever crawls it's way back to earth, back to her city, she'll make sure it never has a host to use.

Woo hidden ending!! Also yes this is kinda rushed, my bad chat. Unlike the good and bad end, you don't live! You totally die and enter the same purgatory you've been visiting in between loops! But it's probably one of the better endings of the trio, aside from the good ending. At least this time you get to have the peace you wanted? AND you get to spend it with the OG! Soul too, both your OG! and Y/N's OG! soul.

Anyway here's a crude mock-up of how Y/N looks compared to a normal person, please ignore how badly it looks I was in a rush:

See all those vines? Yeah, that's what Y/N really is. And that thing in her heart? That's her true form! Isn't she so tiny?

But anyway on to the long awaited explanation. She's of course not human, but she's also not native to earth! In fact she's not even from this galaxy.

She's from at least two entire galaxies away and her entire existence is to feast on love and attention. You could say that she resembles a changeling from different folklore and My Little Pony and you'd be both correct and wrong.

Why wrong? Well that's because unlike folklore and MLP, these aliens don't take care of each other nor do they have a hivemind! In fact it's quite common for these aliens to have huge batches of children and then abandon all of them to the harsh workings of space. They are very solitary creatures because they grow stronger with love and affection, so why would they share that same love and affection with "rivals" despite being the offspring.

In fact they need a host, it's only fortunate that Y/N ended up with a human body upon landing on earth. Though it is a shame that the original host did not have enough will power to fight off the parasite after the first few world "resets" and thus simply moved on to the afterlife.

This explains why Y/N was trying so hard to befriend Reader in the first few timelines, and why I also described their relationship like This in this other post. I didn't want to give away too much but "The world" I was talking about was actually due to the parasite's magic influencing the "world" and also taking over the originals host body at the same time.

The parasite takes over the original host by settling in their heart and slowly changing their body so that it's "ripe" enough for the parasite to break free from it's shell. Think of a moth or a butterfly.

The parasite needs a certain amount of love to "level up" and ascend to the next stage of their life. These creatures are in fact hunted to near death in space because they are simply too dangerous to be left alone. They are often called "falsus omnibus" which is literally just latin for "False in everything" because of how fake they are. These little creatures will do anything and everything to ensure their survival, but sadly they are not really that smart.

Why? Because they become drunk with power and praise. Their ego is simply too big that it crushes them and ultimately leads to their discovery as a false being and thus their death!

However if they are now found and can get to their next stage of life, they become a False God in a sense and will try and take over the planet to satisfy their hunger for everything.

Despite being a very powerful being, they don't exactly have an overpowered magic set and have lots of limitations. Such as;

Though they can change their appearance to further enhance how people view them, they can't hide themselves by changing their appearance because people will know that it's somehow Them. Soo if they get caught committing a crime looking like someone else, it won't get that person in trouble because other people will see them as two different people and will automatically know who Y/N is out of the two of them.

Another thing is, is that their powers of charm only work unless the person is aware of it. Once said person/group of people figures it out Y/N losses all charming abilities and they can no longer fall for her tricks.

But moving on to the obsessive part and explaining how Y/N was the cause for them turning Yandere for Reader. Remember how I talked about the world resetting and how it doesn't rewind the original magic on them? Yes well now is my chance to get into all of that! Basically Y/N can not rewind time in the sense that the future has not happened yet, therefore you can still change it- but rather in the sense it's like rewinding a video or a movie.

Though there can still be minor differences because this is a different "branch" of the timeline and people do not always react the same way, it will still play out mostly the same because of "key points" that the parasite has set into place to further their evolution.

Their tears/spit/blood have subtle addictive chemicals that are created by the parasite so that others will bow to their whims. Hence why Y/N cries a lot, or bleeds, or is kissing. Due to the fact that the entire Batfam have been subjects to her plans of world domination they have been the most exposed to this chemical.

And since they found out about here, the chemicals influence doesn't simply disappear into nothing. It has to find a new "target" of obsession to continue it's effects on the mind until it safely lessons as time passes. IF the person fails to find a target then they will be subjected to withdrawals but the chemicals influence will lesson and eventually disappear and leave the host with a terrible fever as their body fights the chemicals.

However since they were stuck in a constant loop of being near Y/N for like 100 "years", if we count the loops as years, they would be so sick they might die if not treated! Thus their dependence on Reader is deepened by, like, a lot because they need them to not die!

If we were to remove Y/N from their host at the current stage they are now, the host's body would simply fall to the floor dead. Sadly there is nothing remaining of the original soul left in the body for it to function properly without Y/N controlling it like a puppet.

Adding on to this because I forgot to explain a bit more stuff: Reader is immune to Y/N, and Y/N wants everyone to love her so she becomes obsessed with trying to win them over so they fall for her.

And yes I'm using my taglist because this is very important details for my AU! Also chapter 4 IS in the works!! So stay tuned for that later.

Reader threatening Dick to not say shit about what happened in the cleaning closet to anyone else:

Dick realizing his life is actually on the line and this isn't a funny ha-ha like he originally thought it was [bro thought he was bonding with his sibling about sharing a murderous secret]:

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Y/N hearing those saxophones getting louder the longer I type chapter 3:

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Bruce after seeing Tim open his fat mouth to say something that will set Reader off after they already attempted to put belt to ass on him after waking up:

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Reader to Y/N after she starts dropping information she shouldn't know because it happened in a past life:

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Me realizing that I have no idea how to work past trilogies as a whole and I may or may not have to wait until I get more inspiration to even think about a chapter 4:

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Reader on life 4 realizing they may actually be fucked because befriending people is NOT working like how it usually does in those reincarnation manhwas/mangas:

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Me seeing everyone yearn for toxic Yuri [And y'all shall have it, just not too much cause it kinda defeats Readers main goal]: