- To whoever loves me.

Batfam × Neglected Reader! (Villain).

SYPNOSIS: After being ressuracted the only thing on your mind was vengeance, to bring pain to your family who wronged you

WARNING: Gore, Angst, mental issues, batfam are portrait as bad people ( purely for this au only).

The last thing you could remember was the smell of iron before you close your eyes. Flashes of lights appeard, the cold embracing you.

The dark grab onto yout drifting body, dragging you into slumber yet your body refused the temptation much to your dismay… Your eyelids heavy yet it seems like they have a mind of their own… They wouldn’t close.

Where is everyone? Are they alright? Where am I? I want to see them…

The sensation of water entering your nostrils woke you up from the train of thoughts.

Your eyes shot open as the glaring light from above enters.

You were drowing, not in water… atleast you think, water isn’t green. If you’re remembering correctly.

Trying to find a place to stand up you desperately move your leg around, searching for the floor of the green liquid.

Your head hurt, your vision is blurry and everything feels heavy yet dropping wasn’t an option.

Atlast your foot found a rock to stand on, now that your initial worries are gone you look up, observing your surroundings.

Rocks, high and steep… you’re in some sort of cave surrounded by some sort of soldiers… and Ra and Talia… Does this mean, you died?

“Wh-Where is my family?!”

You ask, your voice shaking… even talking hurt, feels like a fork grazing your throat from the inside.

“…Still foolish enough to care about them?”

Ra spoke, from your view it felt as if he was mocking you… looking down ot the once glorious bat now just a wingless bat that is for no use.

“I’ll kill every last of your kind if you dare-!”

“Calm yourself first”

A much more soothing voice appear, Talia. But wasn’t she right next to Ra, it appears your state right now is making you quite vulnerable.

“Do you remember anything? Before we bring you back to life?”

You suspect that was the case. Why else would you be here? Why else would your body and adrenaline be this high at this moment.

Talia step into the pit, her hand out stretch waiting for you to take it.

Could you really trust a villain that almost killed you and your family? Yes. There is no other option.

Taking her hand she drag you out the Lazarus pit.

“Think, before this… the warehouse, the betrayal… Everything you’ve known is nothing but lies”

Talia spoke as her gaze landed on your eyes… And a relieve sigh left her mouth after she confirmed what she was checking.

You remember abit, no… you remember everything now.

That night, the warehouse… joker, everyone… Everyone.

“I-I… It can’t be…”

You couldn’t help as hot tears rolled down your eyes. Your hands on your face as you recollect your memories about everything.

That night, there was a vote. Everyone in the family, the joker gave a command… To vote who get’s to die.

For an hour you all sit trying to get out yet nothing worked…

“… We’ll get out, don’t worry”

Dick noticing your nervousness assured you, his ability to stay calm under any situation amaze you…

Dick was the older brother that planned all the bad stuff to do together, he was fun and because of him you learn that life shouldn’t be full of negativity and paranoia even as a vigilante.

He taught you how to be carefree and enjoy life. He himself might not enjoy it but he was willing to pretend for you, he doesn’t like to c

“ ‘TT’, it’s truly amusing to watch you panick because of a mere washed up clown. No wonder you barely catch anything good”

Damian commented as well which made Barabara abit annoyed at him for even speaking up while you were clearly in a bad position.

“Now isn’t the time to pick a fight”. Barbara spoke.

Barbara was truly the most admirable for you, she was kind, loving, caring just everything you wish to be as a lady… Not to mention she’s quite attractive and charming.

Her head turns to look at you and a smile crep up her face, you left alot better. Afterall she was indeed the first to help you settle at the manor when you arrive.

She was there at your first crush, heartbreak, period and even embarrassing days.

“Don’t worry, im- we’re here… Well beat his ass to the gutter in a matter of a minute”

She assured you, her encouraging words striking you.

“Right, I have you guy’s…”

There is no reason to worry… Your family is here afterall, after years of being family you can’t help but almost cry from being so lucky.

To be picked up from the dirt and having q chance with this family, you wanted to cry. To say that you’re extremely greatful for them loving you and not treating you like strangers.

“I still cannot believe he got us all here, it’s impressed even”

Tim spoke up, it is indeed weird on how he managed to catch every of the Batfamly expect Alfred and Bruce himself.

Something doesn’t feel right, he should be here by now yet there was no sign of Bruce, not even another league members.

The whole batfamily just gone during a random Friday night should be a big event, afterall friday is the biggest time for crime to spike up.

“Ah… I see, enjoying your precious family meeting?”

A voice entered the room, you couldn’t see who but you know who it is from that irritating voice. The joker.

The way you were position didn’t allow you to see much of the clown but evryone else heads turns, face contoured with disgust, hatred, announce and wanting to beat him up.

“Oh now c'mon… what’s with those faces? That’s not a very nice expression to someone who makes a special game for the family…”

The door was kick shut, you assumed by Harley. The chick who is obessed with the clown and from the look of it… You might consider being a villain of a literal clown can have a girl like Harley.

“I sweat to God. I will bash your head into mush when im out from here”

Jason threaten the clown, who doesn’t seem phase at all rather quite pleased by the bold plan.

“Right, that is if you survive my special game”

Everyone either sigh or rolled their eyes in pure announce. Was this new? No… He’s full of games that no one wants to play.

“Oh c'mon! It’s a good game, right pumpkin?”

His head turn to Harley who was always with him right and wrong, mostly wrong.

“Right Puddin! We made sure it’ll bring out your emotions in full display just from winning!”

Harley happy as ever explain, you can’t help but feel this sensation. That something was wrong.

Another part of you told you that doubting your own family and Bruce wasn’t right, maybe the fact that you’re a coward was holding you back… Great. Absolutely great.

“As you can see, we’ll give everyone a fare change to vote a person… To meet my new friend”

Joker explain, his tone turning almost sinister yet the uncanny smile of his was the most off putting.

“Only one loser, the rest can celebrate their victory… it’ll be the best victor you’ll every taste”

Joker further explained, Harley behind her was proudly showing her bat to everyone… swinging it around with a smug grin on her face.

“No worries, it’s not my baby tho… Rather it’s a new friend that me and Mr. J are very proud of! ”

A sigh of relief left your mouth as you tried so fucking hard to hide the sweat rolling down your forehead.

Dick gaze landed on Jason who was quiet, too quiet. His gaze was on Harley’s bat and he was very in thought… Too deep in thought.

“This is ridiculous…”

Stephanie finally speak up as she sigh, she wasn’t in the mood for shit. Afterall she told you that her and her boyfriend broke up previously, Joker and Harley little scheme would just annoy her more than anything could ever.

“I did not plan on spending today with shein make-up clown and his crazy chick… Whatever, better than condiment man”

Barbara replied to Stephanie, only you knew about Stephanie’s love life fully. Barbara only knew about the break up.

“Anything is better than that guy, I rather face death itself than cleaning my suit at three in the morning again, I refuse”

Tim added, his hatred for that man runs deep in his blood. He always cure the guy whenever he could, afterall Tim was the only person who was affected by the guy both hero and civilian.

Always showing up during Tim’s patrol and running Tim’s date by spraying condiment which ruined the date for Tim.

“I see, no one here seems to he comically afraid… That’s great to see of course, I wouldn’t want to start with such a bad atmosphere”

Joker spoke up again, this time his hand was on Jason’s shoulder and Jason was ready to bite Jokers fingers off.

“Pumpkin, why don’t you take it from here… I’ll meet our special loser at my office”

With that said he left the room, Harley smile wider which was terrifying as hell. She always smile like a lunatic and now she looks like a lunatic on special drugs.

“Father where are you?”

you mutter to yourself. The place itself scared you and seeing Harley smile was scary she should consider not smiling anymore, it brings agony more than anything else.

Being a literal 15 years old and being the youngest with a set of problem doesn’t help the fact that you’re a vigilante.

You’re the clingest of them, have an attachment issue especially from Bruce because he gave you the fatherly love you wish for… And now the thought of anything bad happening wasn’t helping your issue.

“Now, shall we vote the loser?”

Harley spoke out once again.

The rule was to vote the loser simple and everyone knew what the loser would face, surely everyone would vote for themselves and evryone will be safe.

So you opted to vote for yourself. Yet, doubt filled your head maybe what if someone didn’t think like you at all? No, you’re overthinking because… You’re the least intelligent here and all so yeah… if you can find a solution so can evryone.

“And… the loser is…”

Harley with that uncanny smile on her face was announcing now.

She was walking around like a predator trying to catch it’s prey, she stop behind you.

“You”

Before you could even blink or look at anyone a blow was sent straight to your head.

Harley had hit you with her bat, blood spilling from where she hit you as well, spewing down onto your suit.

“Ah shit! You’re supposed to be unconscious… Whatever, make it better for puddin!”

Harley chriped, holding onto the wooden chair you were on as she drag it…

Your blood dropping on the floor, your eyes blurred and you watch as your family sat there silently watching you.

“Someone… help”

You mutter out but no one dare to even scream, protest or even try to struggle to get to you.

The screetching sound of the end of the wooden chair being dragged against the concrete ground ring all around.

“…I- what do we do?”

Duke asked confused on why everyone was acting this way. For Duke everything was utterly new, afterall this was his second week with the family.

“… Nothing we can do”

Dick spoke, his face turn into something even Duke have never seen before, so dark and lifeless…

“Isn’t she our sister..? Why are we letting them take her! Hey! Fucking Harley! Batman is coming you better not touch our sis-”

“Be quiet, Duke”

Barbara cut him off which Duke was most confused about.

Wouldn’t Barbara be the one to be more desperate than he was about you being taken away? He saw you and Barbara together alot.

“Quiet!? Are you craz-”

“Duke. That is enough.”

Dick commanded, he glared at the younger one, Duke felt his blood turning cold. What. The. Hell.

The only thing you remember after that is beating upon beating.

“Oho! You like that? How about the front? Or is the back better?”

Joker asked as he swung pipe wrench again and again.

Your blood spewing all over the room as Harley was just watching fully entertained by watching you be in pain.

“Ah! Please!… Stop! Im sorry… Father! Please help me… Please help me! Dick! Barbara! Ti-m! Anyone… Anyone….”

You plead desperately, curling yourself to protect yourself from the brutal blow you were getting back to back.

“Oh look at the bat curling up… So cute, ain’t it pumpkin? Help me out and let’s stretched it’s wing…”

Joker looked at Harley with that smile as Harley laugh, you can’t even see shit properly.

It’s been hours, hours of beating and no sign of Bruce… He should be here by now? Why isn’t he- Why isn’t he here? Why… You really missed him.

In the other room your siblings were in utter silence, Jason was provoke by the sound of your pleading, desperation and the horrifying sound of your bones breaking, flesh being torn.

“…Jason? It’s alright… Im sorry you have to hear this”

Dick was trying to comfort him.

Duke on the other hand was disgusted by everyone he thought he knew in just a feq week.

“She’s dying and you’re comforting him instead of yknow? Trying to save her? Why is everyone so dull… She’s dying! C'mon, you guy’s told me family doesn’t leave eachother to suffer… Family help… Don’t we?”

Duke asked, on the verge of crying because hearing you cry and begged for mercy for an hour straight was breaking him.

You were so kind to him, you are the youngest and he swore everyone love you dearly… But why is everyone so unaffected by the sound of you dying?

“She isn’t one of us”

After breaking your leg Harley stood proudly, like a child admiring her science project.. Smiling as if the first position was promised to her.

You could barely open your eyes… Everything hurt like hell…

The next thing you remember was being dragged out into the cold by Joker goons, the cold feeling of that rope around your neck as you watch helplessly.

“hey yknow… Batman should be here by now right?”

One of the goon asked confused as hell, the smelling was metal was strong and seeing your disshaveled look was hard to see even for the goon.

Your left leg was facing the wrong way and your hair was disshaveled with your blood and tears sticking them together, the coldness embracing you.

“That’s what I thought… usually he would be here before boss can lay his hand on her… Maybe old age caught him?”

The other goon suggest as the other was not impressed by his comments rather pissed off by his idiocy.

“Whatever, when the police arrived we drop the mask freak… If he arrived, we do it too… It’s order we must not leave until we hear her neck break…”

As soon as he said that the siren of police cars could be heard.

Great, seems like everything in the world was rooting to see you hang like an ornament.

“Shit! Drop her fast! Im not getting caught before Christmas, I need to spend time with my kid or mom will kill me”

The other said as he pick your body up with a hint of struggle, you could see the edge clearly now…

“…Bruce… Father, please… Im sorry… I should be stronger- Forgive me”

You mutter out, your words barely coherent and you don’t even remember saying such words or thinking about it.

Tasting death while clinging onto your family made you this low…

With a swift move he push you off the edge, for a moment you feel free, the coldness embracing you warmly in a way.

Until the rope around your neck suddenly tightening, you struggle at first your eye’s popping red from the sudden lack of oxygen.

The chief watching in horror as the body of a child was hang infront of him, on the walls of te building in res wrote.

* Enjoy my gift that meets your personal need, Batsy * * - Joker *.

“God… where is that dark knight at? He can’t even protect his own”

“…He can protect his own”

He repeated himself as if he just realised something really important.

“… Something is wrong…”

He mutters under his breath as he looked away from your hanging body, your body rearranged to the point he cannot even recognise you, the suit and the mask was the only reason he knew you were a bat.

That was all you remembered, your last memory… Your last breath was spent thinking of the family that watch you die, how pitiful.

“It can’t be… Why? Why do I have to die when we can all survive…?”

tears rolling down your cheeks as you fall onto the ground… Talia crouch as well.

Cupping your face and wipping your tears away like a mother would, her touch so gentle you almost lean into you… God you really are starved, even a simple gesture of kindness was enough to knock you over.

“It’s simple, Bruce doesn’t need you anymore and dispose you… The rest knew too, that’s why they didn’t fight for you. For years your family despite you, seeing a chance to get rid of you… they took it”

she explained, acting as if she ever cared before. She pull you into a hug a tight and one that make you feel safe.

“Im sorry, my little angel, you must be so scared and lonely but im here… we’re here”

She muttered, you could smell her expensive purfume as well.

Talia looked up to meet his father’s eyes with a knowing smile she went back to being pitiful for you.

“…Why? They love me? They wouldn’t… They love me… they do!”

you were stubborn as always but Talia knew your weakness. They knew everything.

“If they love you so much wouldn’t he safe you faster… when he had atleast four hour before you die… No one reach for when you were sent to die… Only we can help you”

Talia suggested as she take your hands, with a soft smile she opened up.

“They would know your corpse is gone by now… But they don’t, cause your grave… isn’t even in the manor”

She said as you could hear your heart shatter inside your rib.

“Bruce that night, was… busy with nothing… sweetie, he knew, everyone but you knew that you’ll die… So he let it happen, you’re just a burden to his life”

Talia calmly explain as you feel every fiber inn your body standing up.

“In going to kill them all. Every one of them.”

You promised, Talia eyes widen to hear such word from you of all people… her plan was going too well.

“Oh sweetheart… I’ll help you”

Her voice was just like a mother, her plan was working… Your eyes turning somewhat green as your anger flared, the Lazarus pit was affecting you greatly and it shown.

Your anger was unnatural, maybe because the only thing you knew before death was betrayal aab violence? Whatever it was… you need to take it out on them.

“My own family, never loved me… Why? this won’t hurt as much as it did if they told me…”

“… I’ll… kill them- All”.

All those years you spent loving your family was just for nothing, years of trying to fit in was nothing… The truth hit you hard, they never loved you. It was a trick… How pathetic of you to be so blinded by them…

But no worries, you’ll uncover the truth piece by piece… even if you have to hurt the people you once loved.

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This isn’t very good but I just might come out of my writer block.

Batfam × Neglected Reader!

- One Last Warmth.

*SENSETIVE TOPIC! DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE SENSETIVE!

IMP: character death, angst, no happy ending, neglect, weight shaming, insecurities, apperance shaming,

It’s cold as usual, the manor was gigantic too big for just a small group of people to live in, your side of the house felt like a ghost place.

The wind wouldn’t stop blowing inside, no matter how hard you tried to find it’s source the feeling of coldness hitting your back kept on occuring over and over.

Wearing jackets doesn’t help, the wind always return and always seems to blow in such ways that it felt like it was desperately kissing your back with it’s usual coldness.

You stood near the rusted window, looking out into the garden. Your hands hold onto the molding curtains.

Staring at the sight of the oldest son and the second youngest playfully - one sided - fighting.

Dick Grayson was the oldest of the family, the first person everyone went to whenever everything went down hill.

The second youngest was Damian Wayne, he was something else… Completely different from Dick yet Dick seems to adore him more due to the obvious difference.

Your smile halted as your eyes wandered onto the curtain, your scrummy little hands were grabbing onto to.

Black and white together, the black at the centre and white at the edge spread all across the light yellow curtain like paint drops… Molds were something no one would thought to see in the Wayne’s Manor.

Yet it was there infront of you, have been for a while… Maybe two months? You couldn’t pinpoint when they started to harmonized with you, settling in your room like it was meant to be.

Alfred doesn’t clean your room. He never did.

Ever since you’ve arrived he hasn’t even step or have seen your room, he avoid your side of the manor like a plague.

So, your room have been collecting every type of germs throughout the years and suddenly molds began to form… Great.

Going outside your room the coldness intensified more than every yet you didn’t shiver. You were used to the coldness of the house.

Walking into the kitchen you opened the fridge only for it to slam back shut, your fingers almost caught by the door.

You looked up at the person, Alfred. His usual smile glared at you with something else as he adjust himself.

“Master (___), you mustn’t snack too much”.

His word’s sharp. You couldn’t understand why it was so wrong to snack… Everyone eat as much as they want, why can’t you?

“Why?”

You asked confused as he shake his head in disappointment, like your questions clearly had answer writtin on his forehead.

“You’ll gain unnecessary weight master… It’s unpleasant to be improper but a little more weight and you might… Tho it is your choice”

He doesn’t dare to complete his word either, maybe he was afraid you’ll cry or worse complain to Bruce. Tho, everyone knew he didn’t like you.

Alfred doesn’t seem faze at all, his own words didn’t bother him rather he looks like he stated an obvious truth no one wanted to hear.

“Jason does it… So does Dick”

A sigh left Alfred mouth his hands rested on your back now, patting you there with his eyes focus on you.

“You’re not them, they exercise daily. You don’t. Looking at you already it’s apparent that you need to fix your diet, young master”

You look down at your body in confusion and shame, you looked fine. You were healthy, weren’t you?

“I look… fine”

You mutter out. Fidgeting with your hands you began to pull on the skin at the side of your pinky, to distract yourself from the embarassment.

“It’s quite normal for our minds to lie to make ourselves feel better, such instance include your mind morphing into pure delusion… Like thinking you’re in the same catagory of looks to your other family members.”

Your mouth gap open abit as you inhale from your mouth, your blood went cold and yet your skin was burning hot.

You bit inside your cheeks to stop yourself from thinking the worst but the way Alfred began to form a smile as your figures become smaller was terrifying.

Maybe he was right, maybe you are indeed putting on weight and cannot see it. Maybe you aren’t as pretty as you thought you were… Why is his words getting in your head for?

You nod awkwardly as you walked away, wanting to be away from the kitchen as soon as possible…

Later that evening, as you were outside sitting on the concrete part of the step legs touching the perfectly grown grass you felt a presence behind you.

You’ve been sitting outside for hours, not wanting to step inside the house ever since Alfred said that.

You’ve been picking at your skin to try not to cry yet it was painfully obvious that you cannot hold back much.

Touching your cheeks and you felt that they were heavy, too big and feels large on your hands suddenly.

Your stomach pocking out didn’t feel natural anymore rather it feels wrong… You wanted to suck in but that wouldn’t help the truth.

The fats around your thigh and arms were bothering you now, measuring it with your tiny hands which didn’t fit around them, your hearts sank deep inside you.

Alfred was right, you’re gaining weight… Some people are still pretty even with some weight but… But him mentioning that you didn’t even fit to be in the same catagory on terms of beauty with anyone in the family told you otherwise.

Even if you loose weight or gain, you’ll still be the obnoxious one thinking they are pretty cause their siblings are… When it’s clear as daylight they aren’t.

You turn back to see Dick, flashing his usual smile and wave at you. Not noticing or refusing to acknowledge how small you were becoming.

On his left hand was a small package of cold treat of sweets.

He settle next to you as his eyes wanders onto Damian training, even when he indulge himself with you he always look at the others.

But yet with them he always pay full attention. It was as if he only indulge himself with you because it was his duty as the oldest and not because he wanted to.

Placing the cold package near you he shove the spoon on your hand.

“Everyone else rejected. Eat it up, don’t wanna waste good treats like this”

You look at the package and pick it it up, slowly turning it from the logo to the percentage board.

You’ve never been one to check such things rather you always eat anything offered to you, yet your new behaviour doesn’t strick any warning to Dick.

Staring at the fat percentage you were reluctant… Saturated fat, transferred fat, amount of sugar… everything was two digit or almost… You sigh.

You were hungry. So Fucking hungry.

Yet your hands, eyes, body, part of your mind was telling you that starving for only abit was better than eating whatever offered to you like a dog.

Putting the package down on the cement floor with the spoon on top you gently push it to his side.

“I rather not, im not hungry”

His eyes narrowed at your words. His smile frown down abit, staring into your soul. He took the package and stood up.

“Why are you so ungrateful?”.

His questions too sudden and completely new to you, you couldn’t answer… You couldn’t process anything and why he was mad.

“I-”

“If anyone offered you, you should take it like someone with manners. You got nothing else if you don’t have manners ”.

He was calling you plane. You have nothing else, not beauty, not a good physice , no talent, no skill… A nobody amongst them meant you’re trash at the bottom of the sea.

He threw the food in the bin and walked away, leaving you dumbfounded. Biting on your lips, biting hard. For a normal person you would have bleed out from the place you bit yet nothing came out.

Your lips were cold, the tip of your fingers were too. Like you’ve spent the day in antartica…

You’ve been sitting outside under the sun for hours yet the cold and wet feelings wrapped around your skin never left.

“Why… is it cold?”

You ask yourself, as you look at Dick who was chatting with Barbara with his usual smile.

Like what happened now was just your imagination. Like he didn’t just berated you for refusing his offer. He didn’t ask why, he didn’t try to understand, to him what you present on the outside is the maximum amount he was willing to see.

Yet, when everyone else was making mistakes he took his sweet times to understand, stand by their side… Why was he so reluctant with you?.

He always was hesitant with you. Taking Damian’s side when he hit you ‘accidentally’… He was on the opposite side of yours always.

“… Go inside”

A new voice ring into your ears. Turning back you look to see who it was.

It was Jason, hands in pocket. His presence in the manor was countable with just one hand… Seeing him was rare.

“Huh?”

You asked, confused.

“You’re the least appealing thing to stare at, do the world a favour and stay indoor”.

He sounds so unbothered, unlike Alfred who tried to smile at you atleast this was different. Jason face didn’t bear anything fake rather he sounds serious.

Your relationship with Jason was the worst among the siblings.

When you first arrived he wasn’t present, for a year straight you didn’t even knew who he was and how he looked.

Until the day you were sitting outside Bruce office as you have been asking his reason for missing your import speech on parents day.

You remembered, standing infront of hundreds of kids and parents. Your heart pounding against your chest as the mic that was hold by it’s stand was infront of you.

It was even hard to swallow your saliva yet your smile was radiant. Some people taking a picture yet no one from your family to be seen.

You tilted your head around looking lost yet no one… You hold the hem of your white satin dress, which Bruce gave to you saying you’ll be the best looking that day.

Yet his words were nothing but lies. He wasn’t ready for your questions if he was honest.

He always resented you, he tried to like you he couldn’t. He just can’t look at you without being disgusted by the resemblance.

You were so young yet everything and everyone in this life wanted to taint you.

You realised that Bruce hated your voice, it rings like a metal bell that was hit with brute force using a manually made stick for it.

That day before you could knock you heard him… Jason inside the office as well his voice was annoyed and mocking towards Bruce.

“Didn’t knew you were shelters for whores and their children”

Your ears pick up their conversation… You were curious you which we never were.

“Do not speak in such ways… She’s your sister”

Bruce voice was annoyed as well, you could hear shuffling inside… Like Bruce or Jason just lay some paper on the table.

“Hm… A whore’s child is a true discription… Say is it true that she’s your biological child? I was expecting something more from you, didn’t know whores were your thing ”.

The room went silent, as if Bruce was contemplating life.

“…As I thought”.

Jason began again as something heavy lands on the table.

“Why do you feel the need to lie… To everyone, even to her? Why is that? I understand hiding it from the media but even from Alfred and Dick… Are you ashamed that you couldn’-”

“Enough… That’s enough Jason”.

Bruce voice steady now as his voice raised abit.

“… Shutting others up whenever you can’t handle it… Real mature, real batsy of you”.

Jason chuckled, you couldn’t tell at what but you did hear Bruce mutter something under his breath.

“I have heard enough and seen enough, you’re no fit to be a father…”

With that said you heard shuffling and before you could escape the door open as a tall and muscular man exit.

His black hair with a streak of white at the front as his eyes looked down at you, a faint smirk plastered on his face. As if he was mocking Bruce by finally meeting you.

Without a word he began to walk away… Bruce doesn’t seem to realise you have overheard and the man didn’t tell or react much as if he knew you have been there since the beginning.

Snapping back you looked at his eyes the same one that met yours… The one who told you about the truth that Bruce wanted to bury.

You knew that you were his biological child like Damian yet he didn’t see or wish to let anyone in on that part.

“Wearing a sweater and all in the middle of summer. If you’re trying to kill yourself don’t involve the rest”

You were indeed wearing a fuzzy sweater in the middle of summer… Yet you felt cold enough that you have been sitting under the sun.

“Alright”

You didn’t argue not anymore, everyone else is so scary whenever you don’t obey immediately.

They’re stronger that’s a fact that they love to flaunt around you, their saying goes and if they say you need to leave you always did.

Even during movies whenever there wasn’t enough space and even if you were the one who took the blanket or food and you were the first to settle, you just had to sit on the cold floor without the blanket you took and barely any food.

You felt like a completely strangers that forced their way into the house…

The coldness would intensify, the feeling of the cold ground against your skin, the alienation from your own family, rejection and being deemed as lesser than anyone else.

And now Jason telling you to leave the garden when he wasn’t a resident was pulling the strings to your delicate heart.

You always dreamt of standing your ground but when it does happen… The warmth washed out of your blood as coldness indulge itself.

Wrapping it’s string around your throat threatening to stop you from breathing if you even tried… So, you always end up at the bottom.

At dinner you sat patiently waiting for the food to he served by Alfred. Atleast dinner is healthy there wasn’t a reason to hold back.

Infront of everyone was a set of plate and utensils the table busy with words.

Evryone got food on their plate except yours, your stomach rumbled silently yet not silent enough for Damian to overhear.

“Where’s my food?”

You asked confused, Alfred might hate you but he wouldn’t be this ruthless…

“I supposed you have forgotten my advice young master”

Alfred sat on his table as he pick up his fork.

Evryone eyes set on you and him yet no one said anything.

“But im hungry, I’ll starve if I don’t eat… ”

You muttered out, if you dare to speak normally he could easily frame that you were being a brat… So keeping it low meant there was less reason for him to hate you.

“You act just an ill mannered pig that act like they’ve never eaten anything, I supposed you being hungry meant im correct that you are indeed one kind of a pig”

Damian said aloud, he had a small smile on his face from his obvious insult yet it didn’t bother you much now.

He was always ruthless and insulted your existence like you did something to him.

At first Dick or Tim would told him to stop but now they were just listening in, not feeling the need to protect you from his words.

“He’s right, you eat alot. You don’t burn those calories either…”

Tim who was sitting adjacent to you added.

“If your face becomes chubby you’ll look like a blubber fish”

Damian decided to add salt to the wound as Barbara end’s up laughing so did Stephanie and Dick.

Your head hang low as you were on the verge of tearing up. You were starving, cold and talked down upon every day of your pathetic life .

You’ve done nothing to these people you called family. Yet they found something so entertaining in seeing you suffer quietly as if you were their personal clown that cannot do anything but accept it’s faith.

“That- THAT was rude but… Funny. I cannot even swallow my food now my stomach hurt”

Barbara said as she was smiling wide, her eyes looking at you hanging your head low yet her laughter didn’t stop.

Exactly as you thought, they would never stop even when you’re dying.

“Enough, eat”.

Bruce spoke out finally, he was the real enabler of the family… Always letting you suffer and ignoring it.

The rest of the family began to eat as you sit there without any food on your plate just watching them enjoy whatever they wanted as you starved.

After dinner which you were forced to watch until everyone else finish their food you took a crumb of food off the table while everyone wasn’t looking.

It was disgusting but you’re starving and even a grain of rice would be nice… God you were real pathetic for picking up a crumb and eating it like a dog.

Everyone left and you eventually went to your room, the one furthest from the rest.

The door creaked opened as you close it behind you. The cold air hitting you once more, you could see the smoke of hot air leaving your mouth as you breath something you’ll likely see in winter not summer.

You began to shiver uncontrollable, as you stumble into your bed. There was atleast four blanket to cover you as you curl up like a baby… Yet it was cold as ice.

Your lips went purple as you could hear the faint sound of water rippling calmly. The smell of nature and the suffocating feeling of water drowing you.

You bit on your arm out of hunger, they were right you have always been so hungry ever since you started to walk around the forest.

Anything you eat always end up somewhere else never ingested by your body, it never even reach your stomach you have been starving for two month straight.

Staring at the arm you bit not even a tint of red appears even tho you almost took a chunk of your own skin.

Yeah… It is getting to you.

The day you took of into the forest was your worst mistake.

Because that day Damian told the one person you like something embarassing at school.

Saying you used to watch him all the time and how you gush about him even took pictures of him, which was a total lie.

Not only that he wrote a love letter to him in your name copying your handwriting as well. He wrote how you would make out with a picture of him, how you wanted everyone else in his life to gone and replaced by you and even curse out your best friend… Calling her a whore that was stealing him.

That day the guy you like stood infront of you his eyes widen as he clutch onto a letter not knowing anything.

You greet him happily into he threw the letter at you and cursed you out infront of everyone.

Your explanation and attempt only fell on deaf ear even your bestfriend who promised to always trust you left you that day, not without clapping you and taking a button from your uniform as she was grabbing onto you.

You ended up being a weird stalker. Everything you had left… you spent years building down the drain all because Damian was bored during class.

As you step further into the forest you met a guy, middle age. He smiled so kindly and spoke so gently that you didn’t even realise his intentions.

You were so desperate for any kind of love that you didn’t realise you ran straight into the devil’s arm.

You remembered being dragged by the hair, his much stronger physic and him being a a grown adult meant you didn’t have a chance.

His hand grab your hair as he drag you near the river, you struggle bit and even scream yet the forest wouldn’t let your voice be heard.

You silently prayed as he drag you, clothes gathering dirt and mud.

You thought.

“God, just give me the strength and I’ll do whatever you want… I’ll stand up for myself starting today, I’ll talk to him and explain about the letter, I’ll hug her and explain… I wouldn’t be quite anymore… I want to he happy, please”

Tears roll down your cheek as the man continues on.

“I’ll stop complaining so much, I’ll even stop trying to get everyone to like me. I’ll do anything just don’t let me die… I don’t want to die. I want to live a little longer. To see what my mother’s look like, to feel the warmth of love, I refuse to die… But please, just for once let me have something ”

That’s the last thing you thought before he push you into the water, his hand rest on your chest as you faced him directly.

Without any hesitation he push you down the river as he straddle you, keeping half your body off the water and the other half inside the river.

You could see his smirk as your small frame struggles to get away from his grip. He got pleasured from seeing you drown slowly to be the one in control of someone’s life.

He left after three hours, even after the light left you he stayed longer. Your body still in the same position.

The upper part of your body was inside the river as he placed a big rock on your arms to keep you submerged.

The bottom part of your body too was pinned down with rocks on your left leg only. He lost interest on you and left before he tried to pin your right leg.

That day you went back home. You knew your cruel faith yet that didn’t stop your persistence for warmth.

It was as if the world wish to see you suffer as much as possible, your wish was granted. You couldn’t leave and be at peace until you feel the warmth of your family.

In a sick and twisted turn, your last purpose was to have the love you have been starving for.

Your body was still present in the river, molding, decomposing, eaten by bugs and animals. The disgusting smell hidden by something else, the forest hiding your body.

It was cold and starved, strip of it’s last dignity as it lays there forgotten by the world. As your soul lived on, every day you’ll feel as if the cold wind is kissing you, starving as you didn’t have anyone to love you… It’ll get worse day by day.

The longer they refused to let you feel loved the longer your suffering even as a goul. If you can’t complete your last wish your soul would turn into a rotten combination of a monster, to be berated and isolated for life.

- In your arms.

Batfam × Neglected reader!

NOTE: This is my stupid draft, im on a writer block so bless y'all.

IMP: Horror, Gore, Negligent, Bullying, Sucide. Damian would never hurt an animal, hence part 2 wil explain.

People would blame you relentlessly for ending your own life. They never even tried to imagine why you did so, they would sit inside their comfortable home and spit nothing but nonsense.

You’ve seen it, the full extent of the pressure society would put on people and when the same people break from the pressure, they would began criticising them for ending it.

It was wrong to end everything so selflessly but you gradually began to understand… People get what they want when everything is over.

Gold, attention, love, affirmation… everything you seek only comes when you’re gone, but when you were alive there was never anything.

Just the endless void and countless thoughts, whispering into your ears turning ever scenerio into something so vile you can’t fathom what have you becom yet there is no ending.

Before they die they always thought of others but never themselves, no one live for themselves… They only live because of the shame, that’s what everyone have been thought some were fortunate to escape but most live only because of shame.

Why did you knew so much? Because shame no longer bind your feet together.

Standing near the edge of your window you could say that the shame was still somewhat holding onto your feet.

Before you stood here, there was no shame… No reason, no nothing… But now face to face with what you thought was an escape shame was holding onto you as long as it could it appears.

Would they hide your weak attempt of better life? Would they be so shameful that they don’t even want to announce it? What will others think of them because of your mere actions?

But, you’re here because of them yet you still hold onto the part of you that want to keep their dignity above everything else.

They should be sad, disappointed in themselves or beg for your forgiveness… Yet, you couldn’t bring yourself to even acknowledge yourself… Just evrything was about them.

Why? Why must you care so much when you don’t even mean a thing to them… Why are you so afraid? Is it because part of you wish they would just hug you and forget this? Yes.

You don’t want to die. You want to live, to see another day but when the sun is block by the clouds and the air is starting to feel suffocating it’s better to go than stay.

Your thoughts were eating you alive.

Your heart beating against your rib began to feel like a whip, forcing you to be impulsive and make brash decision.

You look back, only to be met with the dim light of your room, the wallpaper look moldy bit you knew they weren’t your eyes were playing trick on you again.

It look so small and it was clean and tidy as if no one have been sleeping in the bed or touching anything. For a month straight you’ve been depriving yourself of touching anything.

You don’t want to trigger any memory to stop you, you don’t want them to see your past behaviour and mourn… You want to make it easy.

Looking at your door you expected for your father or someone to come in, realised your disgusting behaviour and take you away from here.

Yet, nobody enters, you knew they wouldn’t. Yet, why did you even bother to turn when your body was as stiff as a cement.

Do you truly wish to escape or do you just want to be noticed.

You found it sick and cruel. It was as they knew you weren’t strong enough, deliberately put you away from everyone else so you won’t infect them with your own problem. It was as if they wanted you to put yourself out for the better.

Their laughter bothers you, their smile bothers you and their so call act of justice to the people makes you want to tear them apart.

What’s the point of justice if you can’t enforce one in own home without making someone suffer badly.

Maybe if you’re dead that will ruin them? They’ll finally be able to feel what you have felt all those years.

Without anymore consequences on your side you’ll be resting while they suffer what they have sought.

You took a deep breath looking up into the night sky, it wasn’t so dark just perfect. The moon was bright as if it was inviting you for a step into it.

Your hands were slightly trembling, from what you couldn’t identify… The thought of resting or seeing them suffer after your action.

Looking down you imagine the ground to be higher than it was. Maybe it was the functional part of your brain trying it’s best to survive. None of your body were working together they were independent and had made their own choice…

You wanted to laugh at yourself, reducible you’re for finding it the easy way. People take revenge by working harf yet here you are… being a lazy slacker as always… Why can’t you be anything good. Why must you always carry shame whenever you go.

The reason for this situation could only be blame upon them.

Your mother died and as a result you were forced to stay with your biological father at the five.

Even tho you were pure and innocent no one took their time to keep that safe.

You were an uninvited guest at their home afterall, like a child left by their parents at their porch… Unlike them you arrived without anything, no inteligent, no beauty, no wit, no nothing…

Nobody like a person who force their way into their life.

Alfred who was the butler only saw you as the result of a terrible situation, openly suggesting for Bruce to put you away or have you sign up for adoption.

A vermin like you will only help to taint the perfect picture he build.

Your birth was meant to be just a stupid and ridiculous remark… They despite you for being born when you didn’t wish it yourself.

The only reason you are still here is because you’ve been exposed to the media as his daughter and he cannot give you up as result. Deep down he knew he wouldn’t mind even if it result in tons of backlash… Yet he didn’t, you remind him of himself too much.

And he hate to see you around yet love to project what he could be, yet to his distaste you lack what he wish to project…

He wouldn’t waste a second to teach you properly yet he wouldn’t mind to waste millions to see what is wrong with you.

Everyday Alfred would try his best to avoid you, he did not seem to care about the fact that you were a helpless child who needed someone to guide them.

He wouldn’t even dare speak to you directly, yet he sympathize with you for being born at all. He knew you were unwanted and he is certain that giving you to someone else would be a favour and his.

You began to learn how to live at a young age, you envy those who were loved which resulted in you not being able to make any friends.

You were bitter, distasteful and envious.

Unlike your siblings you were always full due to the constant love or what you saw as love , no one seem to bat an eye as long as it’s you. They were fine with watching you break into pieces.

Dick was kind and loving to everyone but you, he can’t stand to be near your presence. It’s just hard for him to be nice to you.

Anytime any hero ask about his family he would left you out the picture, he could happily announce to the world that his siblings were the best but you…? He would rather not be associated with you.

Jason was a hard case already and when he saw how pathetic you have become he couldn’t help but laught at your misery.

He felt much better when you’re around, because he didn’t feel so bad, he didn’t feel like he disappointed anyone. You’re a much bigger disappointment than he could be.

Sometimes he would mock Bruce using you, asking him on how he managed to brought such disappointment. He would openly suggest that you were not even related to Bruce, he can’t and will never acknowledged you as a Wayne just some whore daughter.

Tim decided to delete or report any article if your name was together with theirs. Made up articles about how you were not a Wayne, he made logical lies with extreme details. In his word you were the result of a hook up, your mother realising that she cannot take care of you accuse Bruce of being the father and Bruce being the better person took you in even tho you weren’t his daughter.

Lies all lies. You were Bruce daughter even one glace can confirm it and here are your siblings trying their best to take you out the picture.

Damian was terrible, yet Bruce loved him. He was so willing to take you out, end your life. He doesn’t see you as a worthy or even a compatition, you were just some obstacles that need to be taken out.

He would spread rumours and nasty lies to turn everyone against you, school was hell. Everything saw you as a whore daughter and as a result you got bullied.

Face shoved into the toilet letting you feel the sweet taste of death and pull you back, writing all over your desk, your belongings broken.

Your body was thin from lack of food and consuming too much unhealthy food left you vomiting and bed sick for days. Alfred was willing to do anything but take care of you and as a result being sick was not an option.

He couldn’t bring himself to even care for you, he doesn’t want to be associated with you… He doesn’t understand or he would say but you disgust him.

You can’t fight back, you were weaken from the start.

Sometimes to forget that you were starving you would bite your thumb, hard enough to draw out blood but as time past you can rarely bite hard enough to see even a prick of blood.

You were dying from the inside slowly.

It hurt so badly knowing your family were loved and adored by everyone… While they ignore you like you were some dust.

Teachers used to proudly announce to the students that they should be a place of comfort where anyone can speak about their problems.

It was utter bullshit.

You’ve told them your stories, how you were starving… How you felt like a burden and how you will manage to gain love and empathy from your own family.

She only report back to your father and brought you no comfort or reassurance. That was the day all your trust were broken.

Your only place of comfort was the rabbit you had since you were 6.

You would play with it’s fur and sleep with it, to you it wasn’t a pet… it was family.

That was until Damian decided to take everything.

You’ve come home after school hoping to give your rabbit some carrot and when you arrived just to saw it’s body laying on the grass that had absorb the blood.

Your precious rabbit head was cut off clean, you knew who did it.

The scene was brutal for you, it’s eye still open and it’s mouth open as well as if it was screaming for mercy before it was ended.

You angrily fought with the demon he did more damage to you. Yet, you’re the one who was grounded.

Everybody surrounded him and ignored you.

Everything was taken from you and you wouldn’t take it that easily.

You saw animals die everyday, no one pay heed to it. Watching as it rot on the road as people continue.

You smiled from the thought of it, gaining the confidence… If people pay no attention to a road kill no one would bat an eyes at yours…

- Draw My Own Wings.

Batfam × Neglected Reader( artist )!

SYPNOSIS: Your only escape from your cruel life is in your own hands.

WARNING: Not for sensetive people! Have several triggers.

Time flew fast and things chance it was simply normal for the earth to continue orbiting it’s sun until it’s gone.

It was normal for a father to forget one of his children and favour the rest.

It was normal to be forgotten but it’s hard to be forgotten and making it obvious you are no longer welcomed in their home.. your home.

Taken by him after seeing your pathetic self and taking pitty he brought you home in his arms as your rested. Like a baby bird nesting with it’s mother.

The first time you got to rest, in the arms of an unknown man that took you in his arms with the warmth of father.

It was dangerous to be at mercy so quickly but you were just a kid, tired, dirty and who missed any physical touch. Deprived of others and normality.

You could still remember it so vividly.

You were sitting by the wooden bed scaring away the bugs and pests especially the rats.

You were hungry but didn’t dare to move away, scared that they would began festing on your poor mother who haven’t woken up in weeks.

The stench could turn anyone stomach into a mush of green yet your loves for your mother stood stronger. Ignoring the stench as you fought off rats and bugs.

Then he came, look at your pathetic state and convince you to stay with him, as you let go of your mothers cold hand’s for the first time.

His knees was on the floor as he hug you tight, his arms wrap around your smaller frame like a father meeting their child after a long time a long and hard time.

You remembered his wonderful word that sent you to another life you’ve never dreamt of.

“You’ll be my daughter from today… I won’t leave you cold, you’ll have a father…”

He himself didn’t knew what came over him when he saw you, to speak so unlikely of himself to do. But his mouth moves without any warning and he embrace you.

But now that fatherly embrace and warmth was for someone else… his affection and words didn’t last long with you.

He used to read you bedtime story but now he rarely speak to you directly instead he would rather stay at his son bedroom when he’s asleep to check on him.

You weren’t his priority anymore, your privilege of having a father rip out form your own hands before you could even enjoy it longer.

Even the eldest Dick who was very enthusiastic to meet you acted like you weren’t a living breathing person.

Everyday you texted him, updating him on anything because you just wanted to talk, you’ve never had anyone to talk to never.

You couldn’t speak at times because of all the time you shut your mouth while crying so your mother could rest in peace, the countless days you spent covering your mouth so she won’t be disturbed.

Forcing yourself to not speak made you hard at speech at times, but talking to him your older brother felt natural and you liked it. He helped you reach your potential yet he left you at the edge by yourself.

You’ve tried reaching for his hands for him to listen to your voice hoping that he might turn back and everything will he normal again. Your difficulty in speaking only increase when he harshly push you aside.

“You shouldn’t be this clingy and desperate, you’re not a baby anymore and it’s annoying not adorable”

His words simple yet did something weird inside your heart, this wasn’t the older brother you’ve always idolise… He’s simple grown tired of you as usual.

You two had something special a bond that you only read about it in novels.. But now he doesn’t even seem to recognise your face.

Busy with the new kid as well, who was cocky and full of himself and mean. You didn’t understand why they wanted to bond with him so bad for.

You’ve tried so hard to be likeable and for this new demon to come out of nowhere and to be better? That isn’t fair.

He didn’t try his hardest to fit in with everything while you did everything to be likeable, you hate the idea of being forgotten when you are already addicted to the taste of being wanted.

You’ve never had anything great and this kid had something already and he’s greedily taking yours, infront of your eyes and unable to do anything.

Now that everything was slowly rotting infront of your eyes you couldn’t handle it. Your only escape from the true world was your own art.

“Dick? Are you busy?”

you asked wanting to invite him for a hangout which you’ve never had in years.

Honestly the only time you even managed to have a word with him was when he was with someone else and they weren’t talking, other than that he wasn’t around.

Not to see you, not to talk to you and not even when you were crying at nights due to pressure and your poor health yet he never came for you.

Your first ever solution of comfort broke into pieces and taken by another face, you were jealous of course but you couldn’t do anything but to watch.

“Me and Damian are going to the museum, I’ll be busy”

He wasn’t even looking at you, just staring at his phone typing whatever nonsense and it broke you genuinely.

“Could you call him? Im really excited to spend times with my little brother, they’re growing so fast better take advantage”

He obviously doesn’t see you as a younger sibling anymore, if it wasn’t Damian it would be Tim or annoying Jason.

He always went out with him, never you. He acted like you had no feelings nor needs and it’s unfair.

Isolation from the world was your only hope in slowing down the damage.

Your family that once loves you now replaced you with another face, that kept you wondering if you ever meant a thing… Was loving you simply a phase?

Is loving you so hard? You weren’t extraordinary or anything according to yourself atleast. You’ve restrained your weird behaviour so they won’t be weirded out yet that doesn’t mean anything.

your hands are cramping from holding onto the pencil hard, you couldn’t careless.

Your tears soaking the paper as you continue drawing, everything ache so badly and you wanted it gone.

Then suddenly a drop of red fell on your drawing ruining it, you sigh heavily.

Your nose was bleeding slowly, the blood dropping onto the white sheet as it got absorbed by it with poor efforts.

Your eyes felt heavy but you didn’t complain just looking up as the blood still trickle down onto the sides of your face.

The drawing of Bruce, your supposed father. You have drawn the way you had remembered how you first saw him, that gentle smile and the best hug ever… How come time change people so much?

You tried to wipe the blood to no avail it soak through and smeared the blood all over his face, you turn the next page to saw that your other drawing weren’t save either.

The drawing of everyone of them soaked with your blood, you almost cried because that was days of work down the drain because your stupid nose decided to bleed.

“Fucking God… Why me”

You muttered, closing the note at the verge of bursting into tears. Then suddenly something sharp hit you.

Your stomach is tearing itself, that what’s it felt like atleast.

You haven’t eaten well, Alfred already fed him more leaving you with less portions, always cleaning after him leaving you in the dark alone and scared.

You didn’t understand why you weren’t allowed basic needs.

Is it because im terrible? I’ve never done much, I’ve tried so hard to be good yet they always find a reason… to make me wish myself death.

Nothing satisfied them. Your outstanding scores you achieve with several lack of sleep that resulted into sleep paralysis every tine you slept, you’ve told dick about it he told you that… it was nothing compared to damian.

There again, always mentioning the slob even when it’s about you, clearly nothing in this house is ever about you. You’re just the adorable child for three years, easily replaceable.

Right everything you did was just behind him no matter what, no one could celebrate you without bringing him into the conversation… He was your shadow, always mentioned and speak more favourable of.

You tried so hard to not hate or be jealous but something inside of you just want him gone. Away from your family… It’s a horrifying thought but your heart couldn’t think of anything else better for you.

You clutch onto your stomach as you whimper in pain, you couldn’t tell if it was hunger or a normal ache.

Everyone else could be sick except you, cause the moment you utter your sickness everything was always about you right.

“Im feeling unwell, my stomach is hurting…”

You told Alfred alone in the kitchen while he wash the dishes.

You’ve been ignoring the pain that makes eating unbearable, the feeling of food still in your intestine yet felt undigested…

“Master, you are aware that I am quite occupied as of now?”

His voice hold the same gentleness or you couldn’t hear it because of the pain, the underlying annoyance.

“Alfred please, it’s been like this son-”

“Master do I have to remind you that you aren’t the one with bad illness constantly?”

You stood there shock, you didn’t understand why he would even mentioned that… You just felt sick. You didn’t mean to… Do anything bad.

“I-”

“You cannot bother or try to attract attention this way Master, those with serious illness are envious of your state yet you perform their greatest weakness… Do behaviour Master”

You were utterly shock, wanted to cry bit nothing even bother to roll out.

You stood there frozen, trying to understand what you said wrong to always be the troubled one…

“Im sorry?”

You didn’t know what to do or feel. Sad because he didn’t even listen or doubt… maybe he was right.

You don’t speak of your illness you can’t. Nobody listen, they never do.

Even starvation felt better than being ignored by the people you cared for…

Everyday you wome up you couldn’t help but always think of Damian.

How Jason spent more time with him and let’s not forget Jason hated your gut from the beginning.

Still to this day while he went easier on Tim towards you? He’s an absolute devil on earth ro torment you.

Tim is too busy to acknowledge you as a person, he doesn’t even remember your names… Just talked to you to make him some coffe and complain everytime you made them.

“It’s too sweet, are you trying to poison me?”

You couldn’t tell if he was joking or not, he seems serious his gaze right at yours his brows focus.

“Can’t you be useful for anything?”

Alright, you understood your value.

“If you have no use then you shouldn’t even be here… I don’t need a complete slot as my sibling”

He seems pissed off now, you blamed it on the lack of sleep and over working himself. He wouldn’t speak to you like that, right?

“Damian?”

You called his name, abit nervous he did texted you to come outside into the backyard…

He was burning something’s, seems like a cramping set-up.

A big smile spread onto your face as you walk closer. Is your wish coming through, did pne of your family members finally remembered you were apart of their family?

So many questions yet no answers, he was smiling as well with a book on his hand’s reading.

When you came closer and look at the fuel pf the fire it looks like books- drawing books.

Your face went pale, he threw the book he was holding into the fire you saw the cover… a pink and blue imagine, the same one Bruce gave to you on your first birthday…

You went straight for the fire, not caring how much it hurt.

He was burning your drawing books, every one of them as he watch in horror as you reach into the fire and tried to took them out.

Your hands were burning yet you didn’t stop, some note contains pictures of your mother the one you have drawn tons of times to remember… You CANNOT lose them…

The skin on your hand was melting yet you didn’t stop, reach inside the fire embracing it and taking the burning note out as hot tears stream down your cheeks.

“No! no no no… Please no, not this- I can’t… No…”

You couldn’t think straight, the pain the high emotions you were feelings and the thought of losing you mother drawing…

Damian pulled you away from the fire after he saw you reaching in without caring about the fact that your skin was melting off.

“You dumb-ass! Are you trying to intentionally kill yourself infront of me for silly books you’ve kept away!?”

He yelled at you furious, not because you’ve hurt yourself to salvage the damage he has cause because he will be in trouble now that you burnt your hands.

“No! Let go, it’s still doable! I won’t let you take everything from me… It’s not fair!”

You scream struggle and even hit him hard for him to let you go, those silly books were everything.

You memories, the mouth when you couldn’t express, the feelings you’ve felt you couldn’t tell anyone, the image of another you with the whole family… Everything.

You’ve kept them hidden for a reason, browsing through each of them whenever life was killing you again.

Everyone have gone out to witness what was going on and obviously the moment they saw the red on Damian face they went off on you.

Ignoring the blood and skin that was all over the place, Damian seems shocked as well. You couldn’t stop the tears and your heart from ripping itself.

“It’s just some drawing books… I can always buy more, you do not need to hit your brother”

He doesn’t understand. He doesn’t understand anything about you- Your passion, your lifeline, evrything… Another book cannot replace the emotions that you poured out onto those books, nothing could compare to the rage you were feeling.

“You just wanted to hit Damian, it makes you feel better right? To have the attention even if it’s bad… I cannot believe you’re that desperate, to hurt your own brother for mere attention?”

“They shouldn’t be here… They only cause unnecessary trouble for us.”

“This is utterly unacceptable Master Bruce, this is a behaviour of a child with no discipline!”

Your books were gone… You were sent to your room and Damian was being taken care of… Well they bandage your hands but Damian was still being cared, as if he was a baby… For sake he’s a former assasin you needed that care more than he does.

Wanting to get rid of your thoughts you decided to just draw, drawing was truly your only way of expressing yourself.

You tried to draw but you couldn’t, the pain was all over the place after the adrenaline wear off.

Each time you grip the pencil a sharp pain sting your hand, like needles piercing through your skin… Seems like Damian won again.

You couldn’t draw… You’re dead. If you can’t draw, you are no better than a pig now. Your hooves would prevent you from expressing through drawings. Useless pigs get’s slaughtered and your next with your hooves.

You covered your face with your hands as panick sets in, your only escape from everything was gone…

Now you truly are over.

“I’m dead”.

You utter quietly, ever since Damian came into the picture your only superiority was drawing… He was good but not as much as you, afterall you practice till your nose bleed from exhaustion…

Your only talent that surpress the love child was now gone, it would be the same thing as dying if you couldn’t even express your feelings…

Bruce who decided to check up on you came inside, deep down you knew he was there to either tell you that you’d go to boarding school or some shit. He doesn’t care. He only came in to make you feel guilty and feed Damian’s ego.

“We need to talk, your action towards Damian is un-”

He stood frozen, your door creaking as it open further. His blood went cold and the word left his mouth completely.

Your body on the ground with foam seeping out of your mouth, your eyes wide open as a bottle was on your hands.

The same pills he have given to you to ease your stomachache, the one he didn’t tell you anything about or how to ingest them… He didn’t wanted to waste him time talking about that with you.

Next to you was a paper, a drawing… The mast thing you drew a butterfly with incomplete wings, it was messy and it felt like it was drawn by a young child.

Bruce remembered now… He remembered your soft small hands on his as you would smile at him brightly speaking nonsense.

“I like butterflies, they’re free to do whatever… When I die I want to be one! Dad I promise to always visit you if I became one!”

Today was the day you’ve met him… The day he opened his arms so willingly for a stray he’s just met…

What have he done?

Yandere BatFam x other dimension Reader.

SYPNOSIS: In another world they did love you.

IMP: Reader did get neglected in her dimension.

>Part 1< >Part 2<

You’ve never been a figure or anything important, not something worth the light. Even in picture everybody looked so good and you’re just there, even just from a glance it’s hard to notice you.

You’ve tried to shine to take that light everybody else have in their grip but the light was purposefully avoiding you.

No amount of grade, beauty or perfection would make you their baby. Someone they cared for.

You weren’t some star like them just the black sheep, everybody else have a life they can call theirs but your life was already written out for you, every possible things already carved out by everyone else but yourself.

Unlike Dick you weren’t charming or good looking everything about him was amazing and admirable… The first Robin and the first to become their own person. Not even Bruce get to curve his story…

He treat his siblings equally, that was what he preached… It was true. You weren’t a family to him, you didn’t matter enough to be apart of his family.

Even when Jason decided to started killing you stayed by his side, brought him food and even tried to build an actual relationship but it was no use.

Everybody called you desperate for crawling to him when he needed somebody and the moment he healed(kind of) he throw you away. Ignoring how you were the only one who stood up for him, took all the insult and humiliation for his sake yet he took you for granted.

You took the word, hit and almost got disowned, for somebody who doesn’t even care. You almost died for somebody you thought was your brother yet he didn’t do shit when the family almost disowned you for staying by his side… Didn’t offer home or solace. Just ignored your suffering for his sake.

Tim was smart everything you adore in a brother, stayed by his side spent sleepless nights just to watch over him when he was in the hospital, trying your best to support your brother who you fear might die.

Yes, everyone didn’t get enough sleep but you didn’t even sleep stayed by his side to make sure no harm could happened to him. Took your time to read book’s knowing he can’t even hear you, doing everything.

Yet when he opened his eyes he hugged the family and not you, even have the audacity to ask you to go out while they had some ‘family’ catch up…

Damian was one hell of a monster, yet you never gave up on him. He was just a kid and you wanted to be the admirable older siblings you never had.

It wasn’t easy it never was, the constant lie about you to everyone and yes nobody in this world pity you enough to hear your side… Yout life was already hell and it wad just unfair how everybody else got what they wished for and you never get anything… Not even a family.

To the eyes of the media you were the black sheep often left out even in family portraits or any major Wayne gala, just some avarage citizen that was living the life…

Bruce couldn’t remember your name’s at times blaming it on old age, Alfred only saw you as an extra mouth nothing more nothing less.

Even when The joker kidnapped you and made Bruce choose between you and Catwoman he almost hesitate, you were never the first or second, you weren’t an option to everybody… Just some extras living with them to make them look better.

Being you was painful itself, when your family who were supposed to be the hero rejected your presence.

So, when you accidentally step into another dimension you became attached.

Your false family loved you to no ends, you were dead in that universe… Dying a gruesome death.

Yet when they saw you alive even tho you weren’t their family they cherished you and most importantly treat you like a family.

There was no more I no more threats just a loving family.

Who will do whatever to make you stay.

“I like this” You told them, you couldn’t help but smile.

You’ve never played games with your actual family before, to them you were an actual bot with nothing interesting.

“Oh, you won’t like it for long… I’ll beat you”

Tim said as he aggressively nudge at you to make you lose control.

“Hey! That’s cheating, someone take him out!”

Barbara stood up for you.

“Everything is fair in games… As long as you’re the winner”

Damian speak up as he instinctively grab Tim hoodie and cover his eyes with it. To let you win.

“That’s cheating! I should have won”

“Everything is fair in games… Just gotta have the right support”

You couldn’t help it, everybody were together. You were finally in the picture, you didn’t have to fit in they just have to accept you and they absolutely did.

You couldn’t help but tear up, your heart aching slightly.

“Little wing are you okay? Should w-”

Dick spoke before he was cut off by Damian.

“Let’s beat up Tim, he made them cry”

“Huh?! Im the one that lost… Your violence towards me make them scared!”

Before anyone else could argue on who made you cry Jason who was just there because of you spoke up.

“Don’t be so obnoxious and loud… They’re obviously emotional for a good reason. Bunch of wannabe adult in this room”

With that said he would gave you this handkerchief which was very unusual of him.

Taking a seat next to you on the ground as he pick up the extra controller, not even weirded out by your suddenly burst of tears just pure understanding.

Your Jason was the one who kick you aside the moment he felt healed but this one… He was trying his best to comfort you, he didn’t like to be so upfront yet he was doing this to save you from embarassment and a little comfort.

Looking at the Handkerchief you couldn’t help but smile, the same one you gave to your Jason when he came back but the one you made was burned into crispy by the very person you made for. He took it and throw it inside the crumbling building that was ignited into flames by him.

Called it a waste of fabric and time, not worth his precious time or life even tho you spend weeks stitching everything by hand… You just wanted to encourage him to be better you didn’t knew he would take offence to your kindness.

There was some holes on the handkerchief yet it was extremely clean and ironed… He seems to cherish it alot.

“Took it everywhere and I ruined it, it was my lucky charm but you’re here now so you’ll be a good replacement”

“I don’t think being compared to a literal fabric is fulfilling”

Duke commented.

“It’s not just a fabric it’s made by our beloved sibling here, shame on you Duke, shame on you”

Stephanie tease him with a fake offended look.

“They only made it for Jaybird… Im abit upse- Very upset”

Dick decided to bring another reason to start a full on war again.

“Hey! I want one but with our special logo!”

“This is childish, but I need one for a good purpose”

“Im the oldest so I should be first”

“Want one”

“Enough!”

Bruce spoke up, seems like all the arguing had finally went into his brain.

“As your Father… I am first priority”

“Master Bruce, as your somewhat father I must be the first I insist”

This was what family should be, united and happy. One that are willing to be by yourside even at your worst, willing to take the hit with you and just be ourselves to eachother without shame.

While you were finally getting the life you deserved your actual family were crumbling. Trying to find you, turning every nook and crook up side down.

Gotham was turning into literal hell, they were acting like dog hound pounding onto anyone who they assume have information on your whereabouts.

It seems like they have finally realised your worth. But you’ve already replaced them.

You were slowly healing but too bad they won’t tolerate being replaced.

Watch me flop.

- Hush now Crybaby.

YANDERE BATFAMILY X NEGLECTED READER.

\ Part 1 // \ Part 2 // \ Part 3 //.

You would stay by your rotting corpse, gently brushing your hair out of your face or just starting at it in general. Your corpse was becoming stiff and extremely cold, at times you tried to warm it by holding it.

A soft sigh left your mouth as you give up on trying to warmth the body display infront of you.

“How much longer do I have to wait…?”

You’ve been thinking alot, wondering why your body is still chained to Earth and you realised your physical body never got the rest it deserves.

The body laying on your coffin underground was a decoy made by your father, as twisted as it sound he only did it in hope of putting your soul back into the body.

Alfred and Bruce knew that, they knew that your current physical body was hidden inside the batcave. Alfred was hesitant at first but Bruce assure him that what he was doing might be morally wrong but it was the best option they have, if they want a new start.

Even after death nothing was better, your life only change slightly and it was for the worst. No one could see or interact with you, but you can uncover all the secrets which was alot more depressing than you expected.

You’ve found out how your mother died recently after a drug overdose… She was found stiff and unresponsive in her motel and a foam seeping out her mouth, surprisingly everything was clean, no missing things or any sing of struggle.

It was ruled as a sucide, the media claimed it as ‘Woman killed herself after her daughter died of her neglection’ it was Ironic… You couldn’t help but stump your feet a little at that information, first your mother would never neglect you… and Second she was the best mother you could wish for.

You couldn’t bear the silence inside the room so you decided to go outside to check on a particular individual.

Dick Grayson.

He was sitting infront of your grave cleaning it with his bare hand, replacing the previous flowers with Rose’s. Since your relationship with him was on the edge when you died he doesn’t even know your particular taste in flowers , as a result he would pick out new flowers everyday and replace them each day.

Your ghostly figure sit next to his watching him clean your grave once again, atleast he was being productive. Some especially Tim was coping in an unhealthy way.

Locked himself and barely ate anything, everything reminded him of you… His favourite coffee was now leaving an extremely bitter taste on his tongue, it was only because he realised how involved you were in his life and how without you his daily routine weren’t the same.

Tim have also started to spiral into madness, doing research on you instead of his usual detective work. Who have hurt you and who have been nasty to you, he was willing to do anything but blame himself for your death or the family.

He’s been looking back at every video footage of you and him and storing it into new files each file were specifically made for each video.

“Im sorry little wing… I couldn’t find anything new today, so you’ll have to take this for today”

Grayson gently murmured as he pluck out the old Lily’s- old by one day - Wiping the vase carefully, holding as if it were the most fragile vase in the word.

“Life been abit hard… I know I shouldn’t burden you with my problem especially when… You never had them. But, Kory and I took a break…”

His voice was more high-pitched than normal… Yet he continues to look after your grave, dealing it with great tenderness.

His mind flashing back to everything he had done wrong, prioritising joker over you… He remembered how he left you inside a burning building and instead saved the joker, as a result you got a nasty burn mark on your left hand.

Although he doesn’t know who to blame you or the joker. Cause you’re a hero, he thought you could save yourself… It doesn’t matter that you were like what 7? Thought he did half heartily apologise after being lectured by Bruce.

“If you were back… Everything would be fine, im not blaming you of course… Just, I don’t know anything good from bad especially after you left us”

“I do not know what possess you to be so reckless… I can’t imagine what you must have felt but it’s selfish”

“If you were here, Kory and I would take you before any of those… people could. It’ll be just the three of us, I’ll be the one you will depend on… You won’t need to worry anymore, We’ll never let you get hurt. Never again”

Dick continues to pour his heart out and slowly he began to smile, his mood began to shift from gloomy to thrilled, suggesting places and activities as if you were still alive.

If anybody was to come across this interaction it’s either they’ll lable him as mentally challenged or is high on sadness that they ended up talking to a grave.

You stood up getting ready to walk away, it’s abit hard to pity them. They never acknowledged you when you were breathing and it’s messed up that they only care after realising their mistakes.

“…Huh?”

A mysterious man was standing infront of you, you wouldn’t be startled if he wasn’t staring right into your eyes. A white lantern…?

You know him only because of the file you would read when you were bored out of your mind. Bruce must have called him, afterall he was a very new and surprising face to see in Gotham.

“…Nice to meet you?”

After your short introduction and your very long introduction on why he must not interfere at all, because as much as it suck being a ghost being alive with your current family would be hell.

Thought he does not seem to value your opinion at all, directly telling Bruce about your presence.

“You can speak… she can hear you”

Deadman informed Bruce.

“I apologise for my negligence and your mother unexpected death. She was a great woman just like you… I don’t expect you to forgive so easily but, I want to see you smile again”

You didn’t utter a word. You wanted to comfort him yet it was hard pitting the same man who avoid your presence when you were alive.

“Can’t you bring her back…?”

“No, she’s too far gone”

Your corpse look fine from outside but your inside were rotting and molding. Bruce tried his best yo preserve your body but what’s gone is gone. All you want is for your body to rest.

“I refuse to believe. There must be a way for her to be back.”

“I have no saying in logic. But there are artifact’s that allows one to see ghost”

“I will do anything to see that smile again… I want to apologise to her face to face as well”

Your Father was one of the rare people in the family taking the responsibility in your death, this wasn’t the first time he utter an apology. He would slept in your bed missing you, crying or talking in his sleep apologising it seem as the guilt never stopped chasing him.

Though he was the same man who left you unattended during gala surrounded by random man while you were a child. The same one who lecture your brother for leaving you in a fire only because he would have to explain why the burnt mark was there and not because it was wrong.

It was only natural for guilt to cling onto him the longest, he already lost Jason. But you were different, Jason died while having a somewhat happy memories. You died with nothing but bitterness and salty tears.

As much as you would love to fulfill your father’s dream you couldn’t help but be uncomfortable.

You’ve overhead Bruce and Jason conversation once and you regretted it. Jason being the most experienced in dying suggested the worst thing possible.

A new bedroom, made just for your liking.

A dingy room with chains to restrain you. All the window must have bars, even if you somehow managed to broke the iron chain you wouldn’t be able to jump out and possibly risk breaking a bone.

“It’s a necessity, I went mad when I came back, what gives you the idea that she won’t be the same and in our case you’ll be her first victim”

Jason harshly spit out. You couldn’t help but disagree you wouldn’t dare to hurt your family, even if they have hurt you in unexplainable ways. Your heart still ache for them in vain.

“Even if she dare to break out I have another method, far more wise and useful but I rather we use it as a last resort”

The last resort was, smashing your ankle. It was simple and Jason already have experience to make sure you won’t be in more pain than necessary.

To put anything between your foot and for that object to be used as a support, tying the foot and arm’s to restrain you. With a hammer all they have to do was to smash the bone into pieces, you wouldn’t be able to walk at all but it was also necessary to treat the bone to avoid disability.

If the bone was to be left to heal by itself it would reconstruct themselves wrong leaving you to excruciating pain, not being able to depend on your foot and you might need to cut your foot off.

Another reason why you dread to be brought back, no amount of convincing or pleading would make them understand… They’ll break you and rebuild you as if that was nothing.

They can’t treat you like a daughter or a sister even tho they seem so willing… To you they only love you because of the guilt and not because they understand.

Damian was a reason itself, didn’t even let a single tear drop during your funeral and the visit at the hospital. He did cry in secret which was pleasant to watch.

He’s either beating people into pulp for the smallest crime or is actively trying to bring you back in another form. He have asked Raven to assist him but even the girl found it inhuman, suggesting for him to just mourn you and let your soul be in peace.

It was now noon the whole family jam inside the living room discussing.

“She can’t be brought back? Jason died, the Lazarus pit can and must brought her back”

Damian argued, as much as he doesn’t wanted to be emotional your absence was taking a toll on him.

You were the first to treat him like a human and he took that for granted. When he realised others weren’t as understanding as you were he would get bothered… As much as he hate you that was just the crust of his heart, to him the core matter more… It was totally not an excuse for his horrible behaviour.

“You haven’t tried that, father we must try before coming into conclusion!”

“I have tried Damian, nothing worked. Her body was rotting from the inside I was not aware”

Finally Barbara spoke up.

“You have tried? I have been visiting her grave everyday when did you di-”

“It was a decoy”

Jason decided to told the truth. The room felt into a long silence and suddenly shouting and names. They weren’t happy that Bruce didn’t tell them about the decoy, to them that was a breach of trust Bruce desperately tried to build after your death.

“Silence! There is another way we can see her, Deadman suggested using special artifact’s that allows people to see ghost… We will us that as a temporary comfort and we’ll find a way to bring her back… with us ”

Everybody agreed, unknowns to them you were contemplating life whether you should leave your family and risk the chance of being brought back to life against your will or… Leave.

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BATFAM X NEGLECTED READER.

IMP: Sucide, child neglection, torture.

You were an orphan adopted by a wealthy man who later turned out to be Batman, yes you were full of joy and excitement. Who wouldn’t be? To be apart of the Wayne family and to save people… That was every child dream.

They made you feel loved and wanted and you got addicted to that feeling… Because you’ve never felt so great before. You crave attention and validation, they’re the one who introduced you to that feeling in the first place.

But as time past so did their affection and attention. Their adoration began to fade slowly and you cling onto the feeling with all your might but that was not enough. Nothing was enough.

Damian got introduced to the family, a new image for the picture. He was rude and opposite of you yet everybody love him… And you began to fade into the background.

Everybody love Damian, it doesn’t matter if he was respectful or not… He didn’t have to try so hard to have the spotlight unlike you, he didn’t crave the light as much as you did but he still got it.

Your title of being Robin was rip from you.

It didn’t even take a year for you to be replaced.

You felt like a baby who was being taught to walk and the moment another baby comes they completely let go of your hand. It was cruel and painful, you weren’t ready to face the word yet.

You couldn’t do anything, they were your family by paper whether you liked it or not.

Here you were sitting on the edge of a building letting the rain soaked your entire body.

Today you had a big fight with Bruce. It was a nasty fight that ended in him slapping you across the face…

It started out simple, you were jealous- envious of Damian… Because everytime he did even something as simple as putting back a book your achievements get hidden away. Not to mention on how his grade were much better than yours when he didn’t even try.

You didn’t even sleep a wink and he still was ahead of you and worst of them all everyone saw you as a slacker… It was not fair, you spent hour’s and hours trying to be good at something but somebody in the family managed to be better.

You were tired of trying so you gave up, that day Damian was just straight up bullying you.

“You do realised blood like yours have no place in here? I suggest you take the easy way and leave… it’ll be the trash taking itself out ”

His word sting especially today… He did everything in his power to seperate you from the rest of the family and it was working.

Without any warning you threw a book at him and it hit him square in the face. It was a moment of anger you apologise profusely…

It’s just… Damian always picked on you, called you names, ruin your birthday and… He took everybody away from you… Today was just a bad day in general because you overheard Alfred talking to Bruce about you.

Calling you difficult and how he wondered how you became such failure compared to your oh so perfect siblings.

You’ve been weeping for hours you can’t stop yourself… It’s been so long, it’s been years. For year’s you have been logging for your family to love you, the same people who took you by choice.

It was unfair, they hook you up to make you feel like you matter in reality you never matter, you were just a substitute.

You’ve tried, you definitely did tried… Why would someone who doesn’t even want you in the first play choose you? Out of all the kid’s in the orphanage they took you, they knew the responsibility… They took you as an accessory not as a person.

“Dammit…” you curse under your breath, your entire body was trembling, breath hot and messy… You couldn’t stop the hiccup even when you cover your own mouth with your hands.

Every bad memories was surfacing, how everybody saw you as a spoiled child even tho they had it better than you could ever wish for. How everybody saw you as a headache.

You look pathetic, the same hero who saved people was now in need of help.

Before you could even finish crying you felt somebody hands on your body and before you could fight back a piece of febric was forcefully place on your nose. As you panicked you accidentally sniff the intoxicating smell.

It didn’t take long for your body to react and shut down, you stumble on the ground laying there, your eyes bagan to shut themselves and before you could utter a word you saw the chilling smile of Joker.

When you woke up you were tied up, an old television infront of you… And the haunting figure of the man who have done this.

“What do you want?” You asked without hesitation, ignoring the throbbing pain of your head.

“Oh, simple… Just enjoy the show”

With that said he turn on the television with a press as he walk behind you and stood there, he gently place his cold hand’s on your shoulder.

The video began to play, it was inside the manor during christmas… Everybody but you were present.

“As much as I like her… She’s too full of herself. Oh and don’t forget the ‘Barbara is this great?’ 'barbara can we please talk’ blah blah blah… it’s getting annoying- already is annoying”

“Oh definitely! She ruin the mood… That’s why we… the best members of the family do thing’s in secret”

“She asked me to kept this diary of her’s a secret and God she’s a crybaby… I’ve read the whole thing and I cannot stop laughing”

“Oh! C'mon this is a great tea! let’s read it!”

“Isn’t that invading her privacy?”

“… She’s not here”

With that they began to read your personal diary where you wrote down your whole feelings. Your heart ache as they began to laugh at every word, you’ve given that Diary to Dick because you trusted him the most…

Another tape began to play. It was the previous gala…

It started out normal until they began to mock you… A desperate girl who would do anything for validation.

Each tape was about your own family mocking and talking behind your back… Calling you a desperate baby and how you need to grow up.

You’ve been crying hysterically.

You’ve never done anything in your life to hurt them it was the complete opposite… you praise and complement them but they were so willing to use your name for entertainment.

It hurt that none of your supposed family even like you…

“Nobody… love me? Why?”

“It’s because you’re just not supposed to be loved” Joker replied still smiling.

“I tried so hard.. but nobody care about me… Im not even a person to them…”

“Im a good student, im polite… I should be loved! it’s unfair… I just wanted to be loved ”

Life was cruel, it will always be towards you. It took your parents and left you stranded, the system wasn’t great it took advantage of those who were vulnerable… Suddenly your life turned around to be loved and just to be betrayed by the same people who you called family.

“I deserve to be loved!… I just want my family to love me”

It was true you were just a baby at heart. You were impulsive and would jump at any opportunity to be acknowledged by your family…

Even Alfred doesn’t like you, he barely even pick you up from school, made food you do not like and lectured you if you don’t eat…Force eating was not fun.

Just like a baby you needed to be nurtured and cared for… Everybody got that except you.

Joker let you off free no torture atleast not physically.

“Dad… could we talk please?”

you asked outside the his office… You were desperately, your mind was being polluted and you need your father.

“Im busy”

Right, too busy saving everybody’s else and watching you rot…

“Please… I need you”

you plead, you didn’t want to face the truth… it scares you. Life was too hard on you.

“Im busy, go disturb Richard”

Disturb? right your whole existence was just to disturb everybody else from having a great time.

With that said you began to search for Richard…

Instead you bump into Jason his face was still plastered with the same old frown.

Jason used to adore you calling you his favourite infront of everybody else but now… He doesn’t even recognise you or he pretend not to.

“Jay… could you please listen to me, life is really hard and today I enco-”

“Listen up princess”

he began, looking down at your small frame.

“Life is hard, everybody had it hard… Not everything is about you and unlike you, we don’t bitch around… We deal with it”

Your hand’s began to tremble, he was suffocating and scary especially when he’s pissed off.

“We’re not spoiled like you. This is why the rest of the family Don’t like being around you… You always complain like a baby”

Before he could say more you left. You went straight to the library just to saw the rest cuddling together watching some movie.

“Excuse me?”

“Go away… we’re having a family moment”

Damian spoke, the couch was facing the other side of the wall and they didn’t even looked at you.

“Yeah… you’re ruining the mood here”

“Can you get some popcorn tho?”

Right to them you were just a baby… spoiled to the core nothing more.

Your mind was polluted and your heart was aching badly, the word joker told you began to surface.

You walked towards the open window, the wire of the lamp cling onto your ankle… Without a thought you leap.

If the word doesn’t want you why must you keep suffering?.

This is such a bad one im sorry.