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R.I.P 💀🏝️
Because I love to cry
YANDERE BATFAM x NEGLECTED READER
-Hush now crybaby.
SYPNOSIS: When your family only cherish you after your death.
Warning: Child neglect, bullying,violence, gore, death.
You were the blood daughter but not the same as how Damian was, you were from a simple one night stand your father had... A mistake.
Ever since your mother left you behind with your suppose Father your life took an unpleasant turn.
Your life with your father was supposed to be colourful and exciting afterall you've been watching the other kids playing with their Fathers in the park. You remembered how envious you were back than, how everybody have a sibling to talk about, but for you? It wasn't that much of a talk on your end and you felt boring.
It broke your little heart when you realised that... Family really suck.
If it wasn't true than you wouldn't be standing alone on the stage while everyone else have their father's by their side.
It was supposed to be a father daughter day.
You inform him yourself even picking out a new dress for the special occasion with Alfred but your Father wasn't even near sight.
You were holding back your tears, gripping onto the end of your new dress looking at the ground.
Each time your heart pounds against your ribcage you could feel the agonizing pain that sent shock throughout your whole body.
The tears in your eyes were filling, dangerously close to bursting out. Yet you tried your best to not spill even a drop of tear.
Everybody called you a crybaby, but you weren't a crybaby just- it's hard to understand why you even cry ay times.
It wasn't your fault your poor heart couldn't handle their harsh word... It's not your fault your heart is fragile, it just needed some love and maybe a tint of understanding to fix it.
"Im sorry kid, I can't bring you to the park on Tuesday, me and little wing made an arrangement that we would go to the museum" Dick words ring inside your ears.
"But you said- you promised me that you'd bring me to the park... last sunday, I ask first" You replied, your hand's wrap around the little bear that you were going to give to your older brother... To thank him for bringing you to the park.
You couldn't help but feel a terrific ache inside your heart.
It wasn't fair, Damian asked today and you already asked last Sunday! And Dick and Damian already went to the museum together last monday...
"Im sorry but... Damian you know how he is, he's just cold and opportunities like this never come often, you have to understand. You're a big girl" Dick reminded you.
You couldn't help but let out a little huff. Damian that Damian this when was it ever about you. Even on your birthday Dick always brought present for him!
You remembered how Dick gave you a silly bunny doll abit chewed on, said it was his dog old/favourite doll... While Damain received a literal book signed by the very author on your birthday!
"You... promised first!" You spit back.
You were on the verge of crying spilling it all out. You grip onto your doll as you looked at the ground a drop of tear fall from your eyes and land on the marble floor.
And that's when you heard the disappointed sigh from your older brother.
The floor was clean enough to the point you could see your own pathetic face... Face red and eyes watery... You look ugly.
"Kid look... See this is why I choose Damian, you're too... spoiled, you can't just cry to get what you want. If you don't change this behaviour I won't go out with you"
"I-"
"No 'I', you're extremely spoiled and Damian isn't. This is why I don't want to go out with you, Damian is somewhat more shameful than you"
You swallowed your Saliva, staring into the marble. Tears began to rain as you couldn't stop them from spilling, you wipe your tears with your hands which wasn't helping.
You sniff and hiccup not daring to even look at Dick.
It was very clear who the favourite was from the beginning. Even if you were to get stab Damian would be the first they check on for any scar or scrab.
Every night you would weep inside your room or bathroom, grabbing onto anything and wrapping it around you to envision the warmth of comfort.
"Jason?" you called out. You only called out because you were on the verge of crying and you could smell the cigarette and you knew only Jason smoke.
"Jay?" you called out again, walking towards the balcony, you're in desperate need of comfort now. It was your birthday yet nobody remembered even Alfred forgot it.
It was terrible, the only thing you asked for was a little family dinner together having fun not everyone forgetting your own existence.
"Ja-"
"I heard you the first time"
Your hand's were twiddling with eachother, showing a clear sing you were somewhat anxious.
"Could you hug me? Please"
You cried out looking up at the older male.
You could never forget to say please cause last time it didn't end up well for you. They called you mannerless and even insulted your mother! You couldn't quite understand what Damian was speaking but he called a shame saying you ruin the perfect blood! to your face! Infront of everybody... Just because you forgot to say something!
"You're too old for one"
"I don't mind, just once please... it's my-"
"not everything have to be about you, princess"
Your smile flattered into a frown, when Jason first started calling you princess you were excited and extremely happy thinking he saw you as an amazing princess... Turns out that he only see you as a spoiled little girl... You heard it yourself.
"Just- it's my birthday and I thought a hug would be a very nice gift"
You spoke bravely again, maybe if you were persistent he might give up and hug you?
"...I don't want to hug you or acknowledge you, I don't want to hurt your little feelings but, do not indulged yourself with me. Is that clear?"
"Yeah... sorry"
Without a word you left the room, walking towards yours... Jason was compared to other's very good to you: he usually ignored your presence which was alright.
Before your reached your room you had to walk pass tim's and he was home but locked up again doing whatever he wished.
You could hear him mutter something from outside and you had a very nice idea.
After abit you knock on his door, your hand's wrap around a cup of coffee which you made yourself!
You knocked again. Nothing happened.
You knock thrice... Not even a sound.
Just than you decided to invite yourself in, afterall everyone in the family can definitely do that. You've never seen them knock to enter Tim's room.
"Tim?" you called out poking inside you check if he was there. Cause last time when you enter his room he went out the window, you found it funny.
The room was dark and the only source of light being the computer in which he was so absorb into.
Without thinking you went inside not forgetting to close the door.
"I made you coffee!" you announced to him.
"Thanks"
"...What are you doing" you asked hoping to atleast have a little conversation with him...
"Adult stuff" Tim was very vague.
"Can I se-"
"Im busy, put the coffee on the table and leave"
"Alright..."
You did as he asked and went towards the door and before you could even leave you watch as Tim throw the whole mug into the bin.
He definitely knew you were still in the room afterall he was smart he should know that. But, you didn't even speak up just suck it up and leave the room.
And as soon as you close the door, from the coner of your eyes you saw Damian. Looking at you directly.
Damian was bold and said lot's of bad stuff to you, as a result you spent half your day's avoiding him and as usual you tried avoiding him but... he stopped you.
"Where have you been?" His tone was surprisingly calm.
"Urm... I- was ugh..." You didn't know what to say? Told him that you were avoiding him and getting grounded or just yourself more of a victim than ever.
"You can't speak now?"
"I... sorry"
"Happy Birthday"
You couldn't even contain your shock face. Damian remembered your birthday? That's odd but very nice.
"Thank you!"
You couldn't help it, Damian of all people remembered your very existence... You felt important and that's all you need.
"There's a gift for you... Inside your room."
"Thanks! Im so... I thank you so much! I'll go check it!"
Before he could speak you ran towards your room all your tears gone now and you were filled with joy and excitement.
The moment you open the door to your room your heart dropped.
"..."
Your room was in ruined... Your heart dropped as you walk inside, your bed was wrecked your clothes were gone... most importantly the only picture of your mother was gone.
"What did you do?!"
You turned back, Damian was leaning against the door frame with that cocky grin on his face.
"Im helping you grow out your crybaby phase."
"What...?"
"See, crying again. Is that your only talent to cry until you get attention? Pathetic"
Without thinking you launched at him, it turn into a brutal fight but with Damian skill you were no match. He wasn't not going to pity you and you knew.
It took atleast two family members to seperate you two and stop the fight.
Jason was holding you by the hair but he wasn't pulling on it just silently threating you.
Everybody else were checking on Damian completely ignoring the fact that Damian punch you so hard your nose was bleeding.
And ever since that day everybody in the family saw you as the troublesome kid and whenever anything bad happened it was always your fault.
Not to mention how they even take a step further in ignoring you.
Every family movie night you would sit alone while everyone else sit in this big couch cuddling and giggling together. Even during Tag they completely forgot about you... Saying you were too old to play tag with them which made no sense...
Alfred was suddenly busy whenever you needed him and sometimes you had to walk home during a cyclone/rain because Alfred was busy.
Bruce become more strick and because of that your friends at school didn't even want to talk to you. Saying that as much as they wanted to be friends it to them it seems as you were ghosting them. You tried explaining even crying and begging humiliating yourself further... They never even dare to looked at you.
Everyday kept getting worse and you didn't even know what you did wrong.
You finally snapped out your thoughts and looked around... The same stage and same faces just- Bruce was still not present.
Salty tears stream down your face as you couldn't hold it in anymore. Everybody just stared at you and before your teacher could even ask you aside you ran.
You didn't know where or what your destiny was, your leg just moved on their own.
And before you knew it something hard hit you and your light were cut short.
From that day you found out you died, unfortunately you didn't went straight to haven and instead forced to stay on Earth.
You watched as your family finally acknowledged you. Always visiting your grave and even crying when nobody were around.
You felt happy, they finnally loved you!
But all it took was your life for them to realise their fault.
This Suck So MUCH.
the painnnnnnnnnnnn 😭😭😭
When tumblr refreshes itself and the fic I was reading fucking disappears forever 💔
I’ve been searching for a smau I was reading for three days 😔
No, it can't be-
God-
*shudders* that's well done
65 hours later and here we are! finally…
Open for better quality cause tumblr hates my art </3
Som neon tetra i drew at school in ms paint.. in all fairness i’ll probably delete this later :-)
a wandering knight, drawn to the quiet of the forest. her touch may be a blessing or a curse.
NO ONE knows how to use thou/thee/thy/thine and i need to see that change if ur going to keep making “talking like a medieval peasant” jokes. /lh
They play the same roles as I/me/my/mine. In modern english, we use “you” for both the subject and the direct object/object of preposition/etc, so it’s difficult to compare “thou” to “you”.
So the trick is this: if you are trying to turn something Olde, first turn every “you” into first-person and then replace it like so:
“I” → “thou”
“Me” → “thee”
“My” → “thy”
“Mine” → “thine”
Let’s suppose we had the sentences “You have a cow. He gave it to you. It is your cow. The cow is yours”.
We could first imagine it in the first person-
“I have a cow. He gave it to me. It is my cow. The cow is mine”.
And then replace it-
“Thou hast a cow. He gave it to thee. It is thy cow. The cow is thine.”
Dandelions
Ugh… headache. Head splitting migraine, even.
Oh now look darling, who do we have here!
i hope this hurts.
Howl’s Moving Castle lava lamp with emo Howl as the lava