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[skay-ali]

The Magician and the princess

Live again. Repeat everything.

A new you.

That was supposed to happen... you had your isekai moment, you ended up in a new world, you thought you would live an adventure with what this new world gave you, a life where you would give the least of yourself, one full of small adventures and laziness.

The fewer things you do the better, just you in a nice place lying down, the grass of some meadow, the branch of a large tree even in the sand of a beach.

You couldn't fulfill your dream, unfortunately you had something else more important to do.

You were a noble woman in this world... your duties were not the problem.

You had magic, you didn't have a big goal of being the best magician or anything like that.

There was an internal war in your family, you didn't really care about that either.

There was a girl, the daughter of the king or the emperor, you don't remember her title well, only the little girl.

How can we not remember that girl, little Philomel, the false princess... A repetitive story of royalty, with many questionable parts.

But you felt affection for the girl, to think that since she found that book her life changed, she was no longer the spoiled and spoiled girl who only wanted her father to see her, to tell her that he really loved her, you saw her change, to be a new girl terrified of her future, who lived each of her days with anguish hoping that they would not kill her, a strategist and actress by obligation, by survival.

You cried, in fact you became depressed when reading her story, much more knowing that not even her real parents felt anything for her, in the end the girl settled and accepted that she would not have love from her family.

And yet she continued in that place, where her childhood ended abruptly, only to save a false father who never tried to be her father when she was a child, and the real protagonist.

Well Philomel made his decisions, many at the expense of a new future and his happiness, for people who were nothing.

And here you go, a promising castle mage.

Ready to become her friend... or something like that, you were much older than her and your feelings were to save her from her agony, to be what she never had.

A mother or an older sister, you didn't care what she chose, you just wanted to be with her, to be her rock as she goes through her entire stormy future.

"Princess Philomel" you bowed giving him a bow.

You smiled kindly and acted elegantly, you practiced it non-stop.

You had to behave in a good way, earn his trust, he was like a kitten... scared and distrustful, you had to be careful. You were still afraid, if he didn't like you or saw you as a threat, he would never approach you, your whole plan would fail.

Plans don't always go as expected, the princess just bowed and greeted before continuing on her way.

You carefully noticed her actions, she did not have the behavior of a girl, the idea that she was following the rules and regulations of nobility was absurd, her behavior was always that of a lively, naughty and even spoiled girl... that was until she found the book, where everything changed, the childish Philomel became extinct.

That Philomel acted elegantly but still avoided all the nobles at the small party was a sign that he had already started collecting allies or some of his cards to survive.

You were short of ideas, getting his attention just trying to talk didn't work, and boy did you try.

What are you supposed to do now? Try to be his teacher? That will only serve to get you closer, he could very well see you as a possible spy, or as a small person who appreciates, as happened with his butler/housekeeper, you don't remember well what his role really was.

Being his servant was also an option, but it would be suspicious for a promising mage to leave her job to be a lady-in-waiting.

There were thousands of titles and roles that you could take, even so there were risks, consequences if you took a role that was not the right one.

You attend more parties at the palace, mainly the smaller ones that were for the princess.

It was a nightmare, you couldn't get along socially with the noble ladies and ladies, the anxiety that time was passing, with you not being able to get close to the princess, as you are supposed to even be her friend.

Even the dresses enchanted with magic failed to attract their attention, you tried so hard that you even managed to make the fabric take on the appearance of fairy wings, technically you created a fake but legal and beautiful fabric.

At least you managed to attract the attention of the other ladies, who began to follow you non-stop and create some fame for you.

"What a nuisance"

"At this rate I won't achieve anything"

The desperation was high, your body was beginning to feel the consequences.

You seriously wanted to help Philomel, it was silly, absurd, idiotic but if you were inside this world, faced with the entire plot that was developing, you couldn't sit idly by.

It was a matter of luck, as a way to release part of your stress you created animals with your magic, they were just their silhouettes, like drawings, surrounded by a glow, they could move, they came to life, some stayed around you and others disappeared, but somehow a cat figure that had disappeared among nature, upon its return brought something with it, rather someone, a little lady, the princess.

You watched her in silence, as she was surrounded by all the small animals that you created, now you only saw a happy girl and without worries, she played with the small animals, these creatures strutted around her, eagerly waiting for the girl to look at them, they exploded with ecstasy when she caressed them.

"I see you're having fun, princess."

Your figure posed in front of the girl who was surrounded by your creations.

You gave him a smile when you spoke to him.

"and you guys, you know it's annoying when you get lost and even more so when you cause problems" you pointed at the adorable looking creatures, you looked at them with fake anger.

You were caught off guard to see how the animals hid behind the princess in fear.

Seriously, they saw you as a monster even though you created them with so much love and affection, ppfff child, raise them with love and they will always repay you with a stab in the back.

"Because they run away from their problems and the worst they hide behind the princess, you are... impossible" you snorted when you saw the behavior of your creations, you clenched your fist, you couldn't even think about punishing them, they were too adorable for a punishment, maybe that's why they always get into mischief, they know that they will never be truly punished and that you will fix their mistakes.

You heard the small laugh of a child, when you took your eyes off your little ones, you were able to capture how little Philomel was having fun with the situation she had in front of her.

This time he didn't fake a smile or pretend that everything was fine, he was actually happy and things in this small place in the castle were calm, without danger and pressure.

You applauded when you came up with an idea, it was risky but it was worth trying.

"Oh, since we're here with your new friend, how about we invite her to eat with us at a nice picnic?"

All your little creations jumped with excitement, you moved your hands and thought about what you wanted, with a small yellow glow hundreds of plates appeared on a tablecloth and a basket in the middle, they slowly fell to the floor.

The little creatures pushed the princess who watched your little trick in amazement.

You sat elegantly on the floor and looked at the princess.

You couldn't help but smile, you finally managed to stay close to her for more than 5 minutes without her moving away.

"What do you say, princess, you would make us very happy with your presence at our little picnic" you looked at her, hoping that she would accept.

You saw how your little ones made sad faces so that the little girl could see them.

"I..."

"Don't worry princess it will be a secret" you put a finger on your lips

"besides I have many delicious desserts, some are unknown in this kingdom" it was exhausting for you to go to different places to look for many unknown desserts, but you did everything to be able to get closer to Philomel.

You saw how the girl looked at you with skepticism, suspicious of your intentions, she was still a child and was already careful with her surroundings.

"Ahhhh but don't feel pressured, I'm not a threat, just a mage bored with her job in the palace"

"maybe another day" nervously you tried to sound less suspicious to the princess.

You quickly took a cupcake decorated with icing and a jelly bean that looked like a sphere that reflected the galaxy inside.

They turned out pretty on you, nothing better than a sweet to relieve sadness.

You were taken by surprise when the girl sat on the big blanket next to all the little animals made with magic.

You took another cupcake and held it out to him.

His hand hesitated for a second before taking the cupcake.

Well your mission may not advance much but at least you had a great picnic with little Philomel.

Step by step you continued with the girl, it was a common thing for the two of you to have picnics in the afternoons.

As you observed, she was still surrounded by those despicable people who pretended to love her, when in reality they despised her.

Poor girl, finding out that the only people who had been by her side for as long as she could remember actually had contempt for her was very sad.

But you couldn't interfere, that would raise suspicions, not only from Phil but also from his fake father.

Now you could only exchange conversations while drinking tea and eating desserts.

Slowly you got closer to the girl, it took you by surprise, when you were reading a book for the little princess and your little magic creations, you felt her lying on your legs with the little animals, all entertained by the words that came out of your mouth.

She was such a sweet girl, the little girl's action did not go unnoticed by you, when she caressed all the little animals made with magic, she took turns with each one and placed them on her stomach or her dress, she made sure that everyone had their moment, you even saw her worried about each little animal.

It was a slow day, the large garden was calm, without any visitors. Well except for you and Philmonel.

The girl had asked you to come today in the afternoon, due to the schedule that the princess had, you always expected her to tell you what day and what time she would come to the garden for her meetings, the short and few meetings that happened every week, turned into long and many meetings, when they knew each other more.

"Tell me Phil, have you ever heard of fairy godmothers?"

You were delicately braiding the girl's hair, as well as tangled flowers in her hair.

"uh.. I think I read about them in a book" she didn't pay much attention to you, you saw her concentrating on making tiny flower crowns and placing them on the heads of the little magical animals.

You saw the mini bear trying to imitate Phil's actions, one of the kittens modeling the crown on his head with great grace in front of the other animals, the rabbits lying with their crowns on the girl's lap, one of the dogs bringing flowers to the girl, the girl taking them with a smile to continue building more crowns.

"And if I told you that you exist" you continued insisting.

"uhh.... that would be interesting" there was her seriousness and lack of enthusiasm, you didn't blame her now she was trying to be a good girl so as not to bother anyone and survive.

"Come on, think more about that" you continued to insist, it was a calm day, which meant that you were very far from the main plot, it was a great opportunity to intervene without getting into trouble.

"Fairies grant wishes, don't they? Have you ever thought about a wish that you long for so deeply?"

You were direct, as much as you could, what child wouldn't want a wish without limits? Even with the role of princess, it's not that easy to be happy or get everything you want, there were limits, but when your position inside the castle was complicated, it's the same as walking on thousands of fragile eggshells that could get you in trouble if you break them a little.

Even for this girl full of fear and anxiety, having a wish could be a great light in her life.

Would she ask to flee from this place and never be found? Would she wish she were someone else? Some power or ability to help her survive.

She would even be so desperate that she would beg for her executioner or the girl who would end her life to be killed? No, she would not ask for someone's death.

Although she had her selfish actions, she cares about others.

"a wish..." the little girl was thoughtful with that question.

You smiled bitterly when you saw her so thoughtful, for her a wish was a miracle... she wasn't thinking about wealth, jewelry or dresses, she wasn't thinking about something to have fun with, but rather a wish calculated for her survival plan.

You wanted to get closer to Philomel, for her to trust you, to become her confidant, to take her away from this castle so she could have a moment of happiness, even if you changed the story, you would go wherever she asked you...

"You know what I would ask for" you brought the girl out of her thoughts when you spoke.

"a man, who is a few years older, very handsome, with a good complexion, who is kind" you began to ramble with some qualities of your perfect boy very excited.

"ah he has to be tall, I wouldn't care if he weren't a genius, I would take care of everything" you said sonorously.

"...." you only received a judging look from the girl, you felt like an alien or a weirdo.

"Come on, don't make that face" you pressed a finger on the girl's cheek, trying to make fun of her.

"at some point you will also dream and long for love."

"I don't believe it... I reject that thought" the girl spoke hurriedly, perhaps? I was embarrassed.

"Is that so? You don't have a cute boy hiding there" you continued provoking the girl.

Your fingers tangled in the small strands of hair that stood out in Phil's hairstyle, you twisted a finger over each strand giving it a loop shape.

"No!, of course not" you saw how he puffed out his cheeks angrily as he protested, wow he didn't even try to maintain his composure.

Maybe romance was still a taboo subject for the girl.

"If you find a boy... will you leave?" His question caught you off guard.

Love, such a complex word, you couldn't experience it well in your old life.... you have no memory of it, everything was blurry if you searched your mind about romance and couples.

You assume your life sucked that way so your mind had nothing.

"No, because I would do something like that, I will stay by your side and that man better do it too" faithful to your promise you ignored the distractions, friends before boys.

Of course you and Phil weren't friends yet, but you ignored that too.

"But if he doesn't want that, if he comes to hate that idea..."

Was I worried about you leaving? Ah, that was a joy for you, you were moving forward.

Today you would celebrate with a glass of wine and some desserts.

"So he's not the one Phil" your hands caressed the girl's head.

Hearing that was a relief for Philomel, just thinking about that possibility caused her worry, you came out of nowhere and bombarded her a lot with your presence, you were intrusive and annoying... but seeing your smile, your kind words, they cut her off, she wanted to believe in you, she let her guard down every time they saw each other, until you became a constant in her life. It was suspicious, I knew it well, you never appeared in the book, you were not even mentioned.

An unknown presence, possibly from another world, your strange behavior was a sign of that.

You never asked him for anything, you didn't even try to benefit from his friendship, you were the one who offered him many things, even if they sounded impossible or crazy.

You made her feel appreciated, your small gestures like desserts along with picnic parties, the conversations you had even if they were absurd, you listened to her, you actually did! You played along many times, you always smiled lovingly at her, your hands were warm, every time you landed on her head or her face, even when you gave her your hands.

You were very warm, you were like a light, you made her feel safe, loved and appreciated. Is this how a family should feel? If that was the case, he hoped he would always feel it, even if he was selfish, he wanted you to never leave his side.

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Fugitives

I decided to revisit this concept I wrote a long time ago, I finally have a good idea.

Just another deranged teenage girl who decides to run away from home, embarking on a road trip with a stolen car and hand in hand with a rough-looking boy she just met.

I tried to do this but... I don't know if it turned out that well, I needed to get it out of my drafts.

I'm in a place where I'm trying to live my life, but at the same time I'm trying to escape from it.

You were fed up, you couldn't stay here anymore, living a damn farce of reality. This great feeling was what led you to commit the long list of current crimes in your life, now you were just a fugitive from the law, along with a boy you knew very little.

You suppose this counts as typical teenage nonsense.

You still felt afraid, there was a possibility that they would be chased, your parents would certainly not stand idly by with your disappearance and you doubt the same with Jason's parents...

You look away from the road to look at the boy who is calmly driving the car, he didn't have any trace of fear, you could even swear that he was enjoying what was happening.

Why didn't you feel the same? You always wanted to leave the city, but now that you've done it, you can only regret it and think about all the things that could go wrong.

You should have stayed in that horrible place you are forced to call home.

Suddenly a hand is placed on yours, at first she hesitates about whether to continue having contact with your skin, but you feel her stay still after a few minutes, her hands were cold, just like yours.

You also moved your hand, but not as a gesture to move your partner's hand away, you grabbed it quickly, connecting your palms and intertwining your fingers.

You squeezed his hand tightly, never letting go, and neither did Jason.

Although the car was traveling at high speed, you felt that everything that was happening inside the car was happening slowly, this moment where their two hands intertwined, along with a country song that was playing at low volume from the car radio.

You rested your head on the glass of the window for a moment, your eyelids began to feel tired with each passing minute, until you ended up falling asleep.

In your actions of appreciating the landscape, getting lost in what you had in front of you, you never saw the excited look that your companion gave you.

Even the happiness he had when your hands connected, the ecstasy he had when you didn't reject his approach but rather confidently held his hand, as if he were the only thing you needed.

Jason was happy right now, he never thought that meeting you would change his life, not as significant as it is now by your side.

He was just a boy angry at his father for prohibiting him from performing a role, because the man himself had trained him very hard for a long time.

And he would continue stuck in that city waiting to fulfill a role, until they considered him worthy again, well until he met you, now he no longer had to worry about that, he didn't care... not when you took the place in the other option he could make, in the decision he made.

Time Before

You missed your childhood so much, when you still had a family, the laughter you shared with your loving parents, the conversations and secrets you exchanged with your mother, the childhood fights you had with your father or when he carried you on his shoulders and you felt like a giant capable of doing anything.

Now you no longer had your faithful confidant of secrets, nor your playmate, your father was no longer in your life, your mother made sure of that, now he was just an ATM, no matter how much you begged to visit him or exchange a minimal conversation with your father, you were only ignored, you missed him so much that it hurt, you needed your dad, who always gave you what you wanted, who considered you his little princess, the man who, no matter how tired he was, played with you, even if they were his games about sleeping, so you could let him rest.

Your mother, your beloved mother and your first best friend, you blamed her for everything, you knew it very well, although all your relatives supported her and were on her side even with all her lies, you knew the truth.

Your mother cheated on your father with a rich man, she left your father for that man, only to end up being dumped by that rich man when he saw another woman.

Now he lived free of guilt, taking advantage of the love that your father had for you, along with his faithful commitment to giving you a good life using all his effort in his work even when he was exploited despite his great knowledge.

Your beautiful mother now lived with her beloved boyfriend, a complete bum and forcing you to see her wonderful life, with thousands of luxuries at your father's expense.

The worst thing is that you were still trapped in this stupid city, where crime abounds along with injustices.

An acclaimed hero stood before the entire city, everyone blindly admired him, like a deity, ha... his deity was nothing more than a curse, acclaimed for saving the city from each attack of some villain, he left them in some prison where they could recover and plan their most atrocious plans for their next escape, he "controlled" the evil of the city but never cut them off in the bud.

One more reason to hate this city...

There were thousands of reasons for you to hate your life.

Just like reasons for what you were doing right now.

Your mother and her boyfriend were having one of their moments, so it was easy to steal their car keys.

It was a moment of euphoria where you felt capable of anything.

Even with your hands shaking you started the car, you put it in drive even remembering the vague lessons your mother gave you when she had one of her short fantasies about being a good mother.

You were crazy at that moment, because after that adrenaline wore off, you noticed your first mistake, you didn't know how to drive, although you knew the basic principles of driving, you stunk, you did it a lot.

Your second mistake, although you were planning to flee this whole hopeless place that was the city, you did not have the necessary means, no food, no money.

"great ___, great escape attempt" you scolded yourself as you hit your head on the car's steering wheel.

You really wanted to leave, you needed to run away.... it was frustrating, it was not surprising that you cried for not being able to commit your long-awaited crime, your only escape plan failed, you would stay forever in this city or until some villain finishes you off.

Even in your lamentations, an unknown throat clearing interrupted you.

You saw outside the window the cause of such a sound, your eyes met a boy your age.

"hello, it looks like you're in trouble" he smiled, his smile was very bright for some reason.

"hahaha, not everything is fine" after acting normally, you cursed yourself a little for having a red face and tears, you didn't want to deal with a stranger.

"Seriously, that's not very believable, I saw your terrible driving skills a moment ago, plus I can notice your red eyes with tears"

"Oh wow, you're not quite the detective," you scoffed at his accurate words, why? He couldn't be like the other citizens, who just watched and passed by. Sure, you almost always complained about people's lack of empathy, but for the first time you wanted the opposite, you asked that this boy also have a lack of empathy.

"and also a good boy, I'm sure your parents are proud" maybe it was the disappointment of failing, but you weren't in the mood to be a good person, you were so angry that you forgot your introverted side, now you were an unbearable bitch.

"I am, right? and you seem like the typical rebel" the boy continued smiling despite your attempts at teasing.

"What makes you think that?"

"Well, this doesn't look like your car and I doubt you have one, you don't even seem to know how to drive, the car has a neglected appearance, not only is it the model, but also the care it took, it belongs to a man, right?" He looked at you waiting for you to respond, you didn't, you just looked at the boy with irritation, you wondered why he kept bothering you, didn't he have something else to do.

"I will take your silence as a success, along with that air freshener" he pointed to the air freshener that hung on the rearview mirror placed inside the car, a 2D drawing that had a girl with great attributes and a pose that showed a lot, How come your mother was still with her boyfriend, even seeing her car and tastes?

"Well that idiot deserved it" you said nonchalantly, you would never feel guilty for stealing that idiot's car.

"That doesn't change the fact that you committed a crime."

"ahhh I guess I'm a complete rebel now" you agreed with him to avoid continuing talking to this stranger.

You looked around, relieved that none of the other passersby had decided that you were worth their attention.

"Well, where were you going?" Those words took you out of your thoughts.

"that?" It disconcerted you to see him still next to you, leaning against the door.

"Come on, don't steal a car so you don't go anywhere, where you were planning to go."

"You're very nosy you know"

"I think I am" he smiled at you very confidently.

You thought carefully about your options: stay in the middle of nowhere with a friendly stranger telling him all your problems or return home and face the consequences of your foolish actions.

"I was fleeing this city" you chose your first option, anything than returning to your home and seeing that you failed to escape.

"I want to go, see many places and stay forever in one of those"

"to never return to this horrible city"

"What did Gotham do to you?" The boy questioned you, surely he felt in your voice the hatred and contempt with which you expressed yourself.

"Believe it or not, Gotham is bad, all the crazy people stay in this city"

"So are we crazy to live here?" I kept questioning you.

"No, I'm fine because I know for sure that this city is bad and I tried to run away" you defended yourself against his words, you didn't want to be a crazy person who stays in a city that he knows is screwed.

"just like many people who think about leaving this city but don't dare" many colleagues and people in your life like distant relatives loved this city, they had a great affection for Gotham, they were born in this place, they spent their entire childhood and adolescence, practically all their memories, why would they make a stupid decision and look for a new city?

But you met few, people who were rebellious or who lost a lot for this city, who hated it, despised it and who knew well that this city would destroy them if they stayed.

"So if I decide to run away, I'll also stop being crazy." You were disconcerted that the boy continued to give importance to your idea.

"No, if you are, what kind of person decides out of nowhere to accompany a stranger, in addition to having had a conversation, you should really check your head" you acted very surprised and reprimanded him.

"It's like that, well, what kind of crazy person decides to run away without even knowing how to drive a car, the car with which he hopes to reach some unknown place" I protest when I see your anger.

"ahh touche" you pointed at the boy in surprise hearing his witty response.

For some reason the two developed a strange friendship, they met some afternoons on the same street where they spoke for the first time.

It happened many times, they talked about many things together, but escape, your flight, was a topic that remained buried very deep.

"I'm ___" you introduced yourself the third time you met.

“Jason…” you stopped him.

"just the first name, forget the last name"

"Why not? Are you hiding something?" the boy questioned you.

"if my last name is like that of a murderer, we are actually family" you looked at him seriously.

"Ha, very funny that doesn't mean why you don't want to know mine" "What if you are also from a family of murderers or criminals" you teased him. "Well, not exactly that, rather with last names you become easier to identify, what if one of us did something bad or our families much worse?" you corrected your joke, seeing that the boy did not take your words gracefully. "Not using a last name is like you don't belong to anyone, you're free" you added. "What would become of our growing friendship" you tried to sound alarmed. "Yes... friendship is a strong word, isn't it?" You feigned great surprise "if it's not friendship then what do we have?" "I don't know, an association," he denied, trying to find a suitable word.

"Haven't you ever thought that running away is not the right solution?" Jason commented casually as they ate some fries at a fast food restaurant.

You saw the boy enjoy his potatoes, you would too if it weren't for the boy's question, your desire to continue devouring your plate stopped.

You thought about his words, perhaps there was a correct solution to this great dilemma that Jason poses to you, no matter how much you thought, you couldn't think of a better idea than to escape....

"No, if you knew something bad would happen in a place, would you stay? I wouldn't, I would run away to save myself" you looked at the boy.

"This is what I'm trying to do now, save myself from a bad end in this city" you defended your big dream.

"I wouldn't do it, I would stay even if it sounded crazy, I would try to save everyone" Jason spat after your words, that's what he did now, saving people from the evil of Gotham, it was frustrating to think about the people who thought like you, people who forgot that there were others who gave their lives to save them.

"Just like a hero?" You raised an eyebrow at his words, that he aimed to protect and save instead of flee, it showed you the lack of selfishness he possessed, he was either very kind or just a dumb boy who didn't know what his great goal entailed.

"Yes, like a hero! What do you think?"

"I don't believe in heroes, if I'm honest"

"Maybe because I was never really a real spectator of his great deeds, it's not like our beloved hero really saved us, there are still criminals and they continue to destroy the city after their punishments"

"It sounds crazy but, maybe if you were, a hero, I think you would make it" it was embarrassing to say such words, but you felt the need to spit them out, the short time you knew this boy made you faithfully believe that he could achieve something good in this city.

Oh, if you only knew those words were very dangerous. These silly words from a teenager will be a big problem for your future, along with more actions you committed, I wanted to be a good soul, but you just ruined yourself...

One day while you were thoughtfully watching the sky and the clouds move, forming strange figures, to which you tried to give meanings or create stories, the boy brought up the topic that they had always talked about since they met.

"Remember when you said I wanted to run away from Gotham and that only the insane stayed?"

"and the cowards..." you pointed out, it wasn't an offense, you also considered yourself one, you were cowardly and weak that's why you were still trapped here.

"Well, I'm ready to stop being a madman... ___, let's escape from this horrible city" It took you by surprise, so much so that you had to pinch your skin to see if you weren't dreaming.

While he looked at you, you also looked at him, his deep eyes showed a lot of security, in reality he wanted to run away.

"What if you regret it?" You still doubted a little that the boy was safe, you believed it more like a joke or an impulsive action that he could regret.

"No, I'll do it and you?" You felt his gaze on you, it was a sensation as if he were examining you.

You wanted to respond with a quick no, along with a let's run away now, but you had your doubts, no matter how much you dreamed of leaving, it wasn't that easy, there were many setbacks, along with the love you had for your mother, no matter how much she had hurt you and you resented her, you also appreciated her. Leaving her sounded cruel.

You left behind many memories, your own childhood.... But the bitterness, all the mistakes your parents made, the suffering you endured when you saw them separate, your father's farewell, your mother's new addictions, the uncontrolled relationships she had and which you had to endure, her hateful boyfriends...

"No," you denied, "let's go now."

Your mother's boyfriend's car was stolen, although that man had improved car security or at least that's what he said when you watched him from the sidewalk use different tools on his car.

Jason was skilled, it was very difficult for him to start the car, as soon as he did we got into it, he drove... it was another surprise because you thought he didn't know it either, just like you.

He only gave you a knowing smile before completely surprising you, he solved it with a lock, turning on the car without a key, done, Jason managed to drive without hesitation.

Even though you looked nervously at the passenger seat, he extended his hand to you and waited until you accepted.

Always with a smile, eyes full of complicity and an air of security.

"You know you were wrong the day we met"

"that?"

"Haha... I'm not the rebel, I think you are" you're happy about that fact, he had more courage than you, you knew very well that with any setback, you wouldn't go anywhere, you would only postpone your escape.

I think it was good to meet this guy.

They walked the long road, in the middle of a dark sky, hundreds of artificial lights illuminated the streets, large buildings rose around them like a labyrinth, hundreds of kilometers, from expensive-looking buildings to dilapidated ones lacking life and happiness, it was ironic because thousands of different people's lives passed there, thousands of memories.

The strong wind coming through the window hit your face, your hair danced, everything was exciting.

You laughed, you couldn't stop.

You finally did it, get out of this lost city.

You were truly happy after a long time, you felt so alive.

Your partner did the same, a laugh escaped his lips, you saw him trying to hold back his laughter, but he failed, he also burst into laughter.

They looked like two drunks full of euphoria.

From the first time Jason saw you, he was dazzled by your appearance.

I met you by chance, I thought of you as a pretty girl but at the same time a little crazy and with crossed wires.

He still can't explain why he stayed to talk to you the first time he met, he could argue that it was because of his morals about being a hero, it was another civilian life that he had to save.

After their first conversation he had to continue with his life, being a child with a rich adoptive father and one of the protectors of Gotham... At least that treatment, but in one of his outbursts of impulsiveness, while he was trying to calm down he watched you from a distance, he could well return home and be punished by Bruce or talk a little with the crazy girl he met recently.

He chose you, watching your gestures and your hesitant smiles, mostly fake, even the few real ones you managed to show was quite a spectacle for Jason.

You even managed to understand him every time he arrived angry and in a bad mood, you joked with him or just kept him company while he calmed down, you never judged him or commented bad things about his attitude, nor did you walk away.

In your eyes he was a normal person with flaws and virtues, maybe that was what led him to always look for you.

You became indispensable in his life.

Although you hated what he did, being a hero, you had your reasons, you even accepted his positive position on heroes.

Heck you even believed in him as a possible hero.

Even when he told you about his taste, even about romantic novels, he saw you trying to keep up with him, although he saw the lack of interest you had in reading any of the books he recommended, he saw you trying to read them with him, you even enjoyed when he told you a story, you listened to him attentively.

Those moments where they talked about nonsense, each one rambled on absurd things, with you he saw the other side of the city, the one he left some time ago for a better life.

Somehow you reminded him of his past, who he was... far from feeling rejection, it felt like something familiar.

You were not a teenager with a complicated life, he always saw you in good condition, without the need to commit crimes, even so he knew the friendships you had with boys and girls who were just like him a long time ago.

He didn't understand why that bothered him in many ways, he should feel happy because you were kind and never tried to judge, but he couldn't help but think about the danger that those friends of yours would put you in, or that they could create a great distance with his new friend.

Their simple and fleeting friendship grew, what for you was a deeper friendship, for him it was something very different.

He no longer just chose you to escape from his home and all the stress for a moment, no, now he chose you every time he had something on his agenda, his outings were his priority.

I even thought that you would salivate a thousand times more than hundreds of other people.

Perhaps this thought along with other things led him to have complications with his role as a vigilante.

That was a big hassle, but he still turned it into an opportunity.

He began to love when you were happy, and if fleeing this city made you happy he would gladly fulfill your wish.

He needed a break, you were one for a long time, normality in his life, now he needed another break from this city, what better way to do it than with the only person he has come to appreciate.

You were lucky this time, he was just a teenager mowed down by love?

But in the future it would no longer be a teenager and a simple love, it would be something deeper in the hands of an adult....

I appreciate stories like Jane Austin's and all the others, they are great stories full of many feelings, however I don't consider myself a big fan, maybe because I haven't felt much interest... however I love the romance stories of Korean manhwas, but the royalty stuff, they are my guilty taste, what can I say, everyone has their own tastes...

plesssss don't judge me,

[skay-ali]

Devil

Since you could remember you considered yourself strange, something told you that you were different, although you could fit in and live your day to day, something was wrong with you, you saw the children being happy and ignorant, you should be the same, but for But when you tried, sadness invaded you and fear dominated you.

You didn't consider yourself special in the least, you matured quickly, you had your feet on the ground, no matter how much love your parents gave you, they made you recognize how the world worked, before living your fairy tale you had to be aware of your reality, Your parents allowed you, after all, you were their beloved daughter and their money allowed you, to follow your every whim.

You were able to forget your strange thoughts when you believed thanks to the love of your family, your life was hectic, you no longer thought so much that something was wrong with you.

Well that was... until that day.

Your loving parents died.

You killed them, even your older brother recognized it.

"It's your fault"

"you killed them" those words full of resentment.

They hurt... they felt like thorns pricking your entire body, reaching deep inside.

You just wanted your loving family to be happy and proud of you, you had a talent, singing had become a part of you ever since your mother took you to your first class, you wanted to show your family what made you happy.

You were selfish that night begging them and throwing a big tantrum for them to go, even though your father had an important job and your mother had to host one of her fundraising dances.

You were selfish and you killed them.

That night of your recital, Gotham and its horrible alleys, with the scum of people it possessed, criminals who take the happiness of innocent souls, took yours.

Then that feeling came back, the one that was hidden deep inside your heart.

The sadness.

The hate.

The lack of hope.

You were a stranger in your own life, the world even with your title and inheritance.

You were still a child and you were already condemned.

One knock after another was the sound that played like music in an abandoned alley.

The darkness filled the entire mysterious place, the curious eyes could only capture a fist, which was hitting a sack at high speed with great fury, no... it was more than one sack, more than 5 perhaps, they could catch gasps of pain ringing constantly, along with meows and pleas.

A smile was the only light that came out of that dark alley, a very big one with fangs, laughter of fun and ecstasy accompanied the entire terrifying scene.

The blood was splashed with each hit, it spread all over the walls and the floor, it even stuck to the aggressor's clothes like the victims.

Was it a lot of time or was it a little? HA when you have fun time flies.

“Trash,” you spat.

You still heard sounds of pain, ahh and you who thought they could endure it, after all they strutted in front of you like invincible..... they were nothing more than low level demons.

Your old self would have pitied them, poor innocent people, a few tears would have fallen from your eyes, a whole Mary Magdalene or a crying baby.

Well it was a long time ago, not now some time after you met him.

"How about I'm still their prey" you kicked one of the bodies on the floor hard, you saw how it writhed on the floor upon receiving the impact.

You looked at where you ended up, in a lonely alley, devoid of life, without color, no light that reflected humanity, that word had been lost a long time ago, both in this place and in yourself.

They were about 7 demons that you tried to trap under your control, but they refused, they considered you weak, a possible new toy of theirs to destroy, with their smiles of grandeur and egocentrism.

Annoying, very annoying, you considered yourself very patient in the 2 minutes you gave them, you soon went crazy to proceed to finish them off.

Have fun, it was the only good thing that came out of this failed recruitment.

You felt full of life with every blow you gave them, the pleas that came out of their mouths were music to your ears, the blood ohhh you loved feeling it covering your skin, it was indescribable, much more than wonderful.

Hearing sounds of patrols along with the instinct that a hero was approaching led you to move away.

Your heels clicked against the pavement, a slow walk, you were in no hurry, who would suspect a defenseless woman.

And so a great beauty emerges from the darkness, safe and sound, swaying her hips in time with her steps, every curve highlighted by her tight, expensive-looking clothes, silky hair that swayed with her walk, a sweet smile that enchanted to her viewers, one that ranged from innocence to mischief and flirtation.

For skilled eyes, seeing you was a warning, those that easily captured the evil that you emanated, in addition to the small drops of blood that stood out on your face, few captured the demon that you truly were, capable of carrying out many immoral and cruel activities, but almost no one ever saw beyond your charming appearance, the smiles you gave and your way of relating, their gazes were lost as soon as they caught your silhouette.

It was a shame how everyone fell, your claws caught them, you killed those necessary, your plans came first more than mercy and empathy, like chess pieces, you brought people into your games.

Nobody stopped you...

There was a time when you were nothing, just a zero to the left, along with the entire society, you were just a human...

Surrounded by loneliness, without hope, still trying to be an innocent being.

Those words in your memories of your beloved late mother who always told you to be good, patient and help others.

"What beautiful memories" when your innocence still existed.

But then you became a monster, who you were now.

The moment where your old self, tired of everything, ran away from home, the small act of rebellion towards a brother who ignored you, who carried a great resentment against you.

You ended up in a dark forest, full of desperation, desperately screaming for mercy, some strangers without any hint of empathy, stuck a dagger in your heart..

Lying on a floor full of drawings and symbols, you became what you were now.

"You're late," a deep voice filled the silent room.

A couple of characters surrounded a large table.

Everyone dressed elegantly, with extravagant touches.

The girl (according to her words, although she looked like an adult) who dressed as a Lolita, with her dresses full of layers, bows and glitter.

The succubus woman wore the most revealing but at the same time fashionable clothes, silk fabrics with synoptic colors and lace, she really knew how to make them fit.

A muscular man who cared little about things other than fights, but who was pressured to play his role in the best way, that included having a great appearance.

The weak-looking demon, a great scholar, always wore robes and capes, along with his round gold-plated glasses.

The great being with a goat's head, in a black suit.

Although some seemed more capable than others, they were all strong, you made sure of that when they joined together, demons with great potential to ally with.

“I had some earrings” you walked towards the large table.

"Hah seriously....you smell like weak demon blood" the muscular man mocked.

"Well I couldn't help it" you smiled "at least I didn't miss it" you scoffed "and the best wins, not everyone is capable of achieving it"

That brought a smile to some, remembering the moment a certain domain of fame of being the strongest warrior was defeated.

You headed towards the back, passing the chairs placed along the table, where everyone was sitting, not even the goat-headed demon could sit anywhere else.

You placed yourself in the only chair located at the head of the table, the place where you looked at all your partners or allies, where they waited for your orders, where you showed that you were the head of everyone, you were the tip of this great pyramid that they formed.

Even with one or two faces of annoyance from the previous ones, you sat down without problem in your chair, your throne.

"Well now you can continue Horns"

You put one of your feet on the chair, you rested your two hands on the table, you crossed your two hands between it and rested your head on top of them, you observed everyone present, some showed nerves and others maintained good composure.

You smiled so much that your fangs stuck out.

It was exciting to see people tremble.

"Brother.. please I..." a hand stopped you from continuing to speak.

"No ____, today I don't have time for your games" again he said your name instead of addressing you as his sister or one of the hundreds of nicknames you had.

He stopped calling you that since his parents' funeral.

And he left you aside, you were no longer part of his life, he was full of hatred for the criminal who killed his parents, he still faithfully believed that he would find the murderer and take revenge.

If it wasn't his training to become stronger, it was his new position as the leader of Wayne Industries.

Time passed slowly, you saw your brother less and less, he began to travel a lot, he never told you, no letter or a shitty conversation.

You stayed in the mansion alone, like all the antiques that were collecting dust.

You were useless, even when you wanted to help your brother, he rejected you.

You tried to take care of him when he was hurt or sick, but he always ordered you to go to your room and leave him alone.

"go away"

You tried to run the big family company, but you only earned more anger, your brother distrusted your intentions, accusing you of trying to sabotage him like the others, of putting him out of business like some adults on the board of directors.

"I don't bother you with what happened that day, or with being a nuisance, now you want to take my place"

"go find someone else to ruin their life"

His harsh words hurt more and more... Your brother still suffered for your parents and you couldn't help him, because he only saw you as the one who killed them.

His smiles disappeared, he was no longer the same child who caressed your head and patted you, he no longer played with you, nor secretly made fun of the extravagant dresses or suits of the rich at galas, he no longer ran away with you when they ran away. from their private language tutors and strange subjects that their parents imposed on them to nourish their child brains.

That little hiding place they built in the library was no longer the same, it was one devoid of joy and light.

Now that great shelter full of games and food was nothing more than a miserable hole where you lay down to cry until you fell asleep, where you remembered your beloved family.

The smell of happiness still lingered, but over time it faded.

You were alone, without your dear parents who were always supporting you and paying attention to you even if they were very busy.

You lost your brother who blamed you for everything.

School was no better, the children began to treat you with pity or ignored you, you were no longer a benefit to their family so why hang out with you.

The world was so big, full of people, but no matter how much you tried to get attention, to beg for someone to look at you, no one did, you were a ghost that no matter how much you screamed, you pulled desperately at someone's clothes, no one did. recognized.

It wasn't a surprise when your brother sent you to a girls' boarding school.

You accepted it, without any complaint, as you always did, not just because of a vague promise but rather because of that feeling that prevented you from breaking the rules.

Even with all that, you had to be good, a happy girl, see the positive side.

You promised your mother, even if it was a curse for you, you had to do it.

Be good to the people who hate you, help them, never get angry with someone but understand them, endure everything, wait for your brother who caused you a lot of pain.

Wait for him with open arms when he returns.

It's just that he never came back, and you stopped being you.

You stopped waiting.

[skay-ali]

I wrote, I wrote just to not die

We all have thousands of ideas, some crazier than others, and sometimes those crazy ideas are the ones that turn out to be great and wonderful.

How do you say it?? open requests slow deliveries

Master List

How big the world is in the light of lamps! And how small it is in the eyes of memory!

[skay-ali]

Master list

Yandere DC

The forgotten daughter 0 1 2 3 4 5 6

- Villainous love interest Aiden Cobblepot - hero love interest

Birthday / Rock reader 1 2 The witch's revenge 1 2 Little Sparrow

The sacrifice of a poor broken soul 1

The Golden circus Miracle Children Tears of an angel 2 Endless Game I give up, I'm tired

Yuukoku no Moriarty

The lonely lady

Eleceed

Magic Tears

Fugitives

[skay-ali]

I give up, I'm tired

Hey, Lord, you know I'm tired

Hey, Lord, you know I'm tired

Hey, Lord, you know I'm tired of tears

Hey, Lord, just cut me loose

You hummed a song, even if all that liquid ran through every part of your body, without the strength to move you continued repeating the notes.

Your view began to change, it was no longer an empty white room, now the dark place in which you were locked, lamenting without the strength to move from the worn mattress on the floor, now a beautiful light filtered through your eyes.

"oh lord make everything stop, I surrender"

"I give up"

"I'm so tired of trying"

"I give up"

You opened your eyes, you only remembered the rays of light that invaded your vision, you could barely move before being invaded by a new place.

A smiling girl appeared before you, always seeing you, giving you a charming smile and recognizing that she saw you, very different from the other people who only recognized the girl but never recognized you, didn't you exist?...

You saw yourself dragged to follow the girl, the only one who could act with her surroundings, you saw her try to continue being happy with her surroundings.

The little girl followed her father, she called him dad with so much love, as if her life depended on him, always giving him a smile with eyes full of light and adoration, unlike the girl, the father only left her aside and was cold. The girl always ended up running and taking your hand, you felt her small body tremble, her lips joined together and formed a grimace, eyes, oh hairy eyes full of an innocent shine... they changed for another shine, when stopping at a door and hiding in a corner of a large room, the girl would let go of his hand and shed many tears...

For some reason they could play together, unlike the girl and her brothers, who never accepted her invitations and pushed her away.

Even with a crown and a beautiful dress, with a large tea set, you saw the little girl collapse in tears, while she ate some cookies and cakes.

That was until she took your hand again, after so many times she took it, you returned the touch, maybe it was hurt or the affection that you began to show her.

I take you to a large table, in another of the thousands of lonely rooms of the large house where I lived. In a second the large empty table changed.

There you were lying down, feeling a lot of pain.

"What... what's happening" you were scared when you were lying on a table being watched by the same girl who always smiled at you, now she was wearing a fake smile very different from the ones full of hope and love she had, dull eyes looking at you, a corpse was your new spectator.

"What??? did you do to me" scared you looked at the quiet girl.

"Not you who made me... who made us" his voice is broken, full of fear.

"we were never supposed to cross that line"

Then you remembered it with great horror... you were that girl, you lived through all that torment to which you were insensitive, you did this... being lying on a large table with a beautiful dress, and a bottle next to you .

Oh all this pain...

Yes, you are in your great suffering, a great party, a few more minutes and they would find you, thousands of eyes would see you, they would witness your madness.

And then no one would look at you, not even in that hospital where you were recovering from your act, some men dressed in uniform later took you, even when you resisted, cried and begged your beloved father not to leave you in that place, not to let you.

would abandon You asked and promised to be a good girl, to be everything he asked of you... anything but he wouldn't let you.

You only saw him look away and leave.

You cried, you cried a lot, as you always did, but this time there were endless days, where you felt nothing but pain, your heart hurt so much.

You felt so weak in this new place, but not only sadness, you didn't sometimes feel so much anger for... your beloved family.

And then more sadness, you needed them, no matter how much you hated them, you loved them, you felt like you were dying without them, just thinking about one of your brothers or father gave you a flood of tears.

You gave up all your life you did, since you were little, but lately, you gave up on everything around you.

And you didn't want to suffer anymore, for insignificant things.

But it was too late and you were nothing more than a disaster.

And you gave up on everything around you, you were just a spectator to your eventual end.

But that smile, that girl...

you Was there anything else waiting for you?

You would damage that girl's dream

And you would just leave

[skay-ali]

The Forgotten Daughter

well I finally did it.

first of all merry christmas and enjoy the chapter

Dear family

This may be sudden... I don't even know why I'm writing this letter anymore, it was supposed to be about the big decision I made that would change my life, but even so I don't know why I'm leaving explanations.

My plan was always to never see you again, each of you, I still feel very hurt by everything, although I know that these words will not make a big change in you.

But enough berating them, I'm not racking my brain to find the right words for a letter full of complaints.

I was always a girl who avoided problems or at least I like to think I was, Father, brothers and my dear confidant Alfred, despite getting into big trouble.

The lights were flashing brightly, the music at full volume filled the room, it was very hot due to the sweat that all the bodies were emanating, you watched all the visitors of the club go crazy with euphoria after a few drinks and continued with a long list of crazy things, you On the contrary, you decided that it was one of those depressive days, where you spent your time seeing the bad side of everything and being miserable.

You didn't follow your friends to any of their craziness; on the contrary, you stayed in a place at the bar away from everyone, along with a few glasses full of a low-grade cherry-flavored liquor.

You still taste the light cherry flavor on your palate. There were so many liquors on the shelf, many of different sizes, appearances, names, years and strengths, you wondered if anyone ever drank them all, if there was a person who in his miserable, boring, short life provokes every liquor on the restaurant's menu. bar.

You looked away when you heard the sound of a chair being moved, you saw a man taller than yours, with a somewhat abrupt but attractive appearance. You took another sip from your glass and returned to your thoughts as you watched the people on the dance floor doing stupid things.

Or so you tried, but by discreetly observing the actions of the man near your seat, it was enough to capture your full attention, to what that guy does in his notebook with his pencil.

“What an artist,” you addressed the subject sitting one seat away from you, “what are you doing in a place as crazy as this?” You turned your gaze to the man with blue-black hair, as you watched him take a sip of his drink and draw with his pencil.

Their eyes connected when the man decided to leave his world and pay attention to your beginning of interaction, he couldn't look away in time, although you didn't blame him, you did the same before because of the curiosity you felt when he saw him, you felt like everything was coming together.

He paused, just him and you, as if the two of you were the only ones in a large room of strangers.

A smile left your lips when you saw the man's dazed attitude, he was so lost in himself that it seems that he forgot about your beginning of conversation until a moment later.

Still, you were afraid that it wasn't nerves that the man was feeling but anger or annoyance at your interaction with him.

“Even if you don't believe it, inspiration can be found in unlikely places… Or even sometimes a muse” came those calm words from his thick but reassuring and animated voice.

You were relieved to hear him speak, but those words that had no sign of annoyance or complaints.

“uhh it's like that... I only saw this place as a garbage dump full of vices” you didn't know how you were still trying to maintain an interaction with that person, perhaps prolonging the feeling of company instead of the one of loneliness sounded more attractive.

“You should look at it from other perspectives, so you'll find things like this” you saw him tear a page out of his notebook without blinking and put it on your forehead.

You were surprised to see your drawing on the paper. Every feature of yours delicately captured with each stroke of the pencil on the paper.

“wow you left me speechless for a moment” you disconnected your gaze from the sheet you had in your hands.

“You are actually a great artist” the drawing was extremely beautiful, you never considered yourself a very beautiful woman, it was common for you to see all your flaws before your best qualities, seeing that paper where you felt that in that drawing you were perfect caused you a feeling emotion and a passing confidence.

However, you couldn't get it out of your head to see yourself drawn in other ways on paper, like a cartoon or Japanese version of yourself; before this moment, you never even had the chance to sit on a bench and wait for an artist to draw you. .

“What's wrong with that face, you look disappointed, maybe you're kidding me” you heard him joke.

“No no… no… on the contrary, I really like it” you quickly defended yourself, afraid of offending the man.

“It's just that..” you felt shy when explaining your reasons, especially when he had an attentive gaze on you.

You saw his eyes wait expectantly for your words.

“You know, the drawing is beautiful, but… even though it sounds silly, I wish I could see myself more in a cartoon or comic” you laughed nervously, after your babbling.

“ahh, are you a comic book lover or something?”

“Yes, well it's something like that” you liked to read some series in comic magazines from time to time, but you preferred mangas, you hid this preference, you weren't going to receive a few words of displeasure for that or start a debate about what genre it was.

Better, much less explain what they were if I didn't know what you were referring to.

“I think I can fix that,” the guy said with an animated and funny voice.

You watched him, fascinated, by how he held his book with enthusiasm, his hands moved quickly from one side to the other on the white sheet, the pencil was handled quickly, you could tell that he had a lot of experience with the ease with which he did it.

It was a long night, between different conversations and laughter with the new guy you met, the night became more tolerable with the man by your side.

Between drinks and meaningless talks, laughter on both sides, silly dances on the floor full of people, just two fools doing the most pathetic steps they had plus some little improvised old waltzes, it ended in a new day with two sleepless but falices talking in a viewpoint of a building that showed the entire city.

Oh, father, you don't know how enchanted I was with that man I met on one of my many outings to parties, I was stupid and childish, but I still allowed myself to dream and love.

You didn't expect to meet again with such a man with whom you managed to connect, but that's how it happened, destiny somehow led them to meet.

You liked having a new person in your circle, with whom you managed to get along so well.

From talking about his work as an artist, giving his opinion on different comics and mangas that they knew, talking about animation to becoming hoarse from speaking with so much emotion and passion with long monologues.

They visited many hidden places in the big city in their days of adventures, even if they were alleys that were not very crowded, now that you think about it, such a careless action was very crazy, but the beautiful places, with new views, like an alley full of colorful fabrics and with different designs that hung over the street, the walls of a neighborhood full of drawings with different artistic techniques, but with many bright colors, the tall buildings that showed views of the entire city.

The days of movies with crazy plots, but that had you glued to the screen to see what happened next.

The rare meals from the carts or street stalls, which they consumed without problems while they sat to observe the lights of the city or the dark sky, accompanied by silence, but the two of them together.

In that moment where the two were together and talking, you felt that they were exchanging many words of great importance to both of them, but seen from other perspectives they were nothing more than insignificant.

That's what love did, right?

And all for one crazy night where you hope to go crazy on alcohol, after sinking into a self-compose for your life.

You will never be able to forget when he gave you his name and you gave him yours... well, half of it, you admit to having lied to him, even if you regretted it, you already knew the problems they would bring you later.

Well at least that's what you thought, you had no idea of ​​the true consequences.

You only thought about the fear of telling him your real last name, that he would look for you and know who you really were, you were afraid that he would see you differently, no longer a strange girl he met in a bar, but the daughter of a millionaire with a history. questionable life, the mere thought of him using you was too much.

So you avoided him by mentioning the amazing last name “Wayne” and mentioning a fake one.

More specifically, that of your false identification, something crazy that you did in your wild adolescence was left to be useful in your future, that false identification that you made with your friends from school to visit different clubs, you used it when you became independent, so that no one It will bother you in your new life.

“_____ , _____ Jones” unsurely you stated your name, you still remember when you made the false identifications with your friends and among all of them you were looking for a new name and surname for the others, you kept your name and they gave you the last name of the protagonist of the book of fashionable at the time because of the film that adapted the story.

A mental chuckle caused you to remember this along with the taunts they threw at you about where your diary was.

“Kayle, Kyle Rayner,” the boy smiled as he introduced himself.

You followed his smile, something in his ended up infecting you. Just two fools in a bar telling each other their names and being ignorantly happy.

It's a shame that that happiness ended some time later, when you never saw Kyle again. Even with a card for him to contact you, you never heard from him.

You woke up happy, in his apartment, the day after spending a night together, alone, without any sign that the man was home, without any note or notice, you waited excitedly for him to return, but he never did, even when you left a message. letter and ways for me to contact you again if the ones they already had didn't work, you never knew anything.

Maybe it was all an adventure and you got carried away... they never clarified what they were, hell maybe he didn't even consider you a friend.

But you and I know, father, that all the fairy tales one creates end quickly, most of the time in the worst ways.

I ended up with a broken heart, still, I kept good memories... and her.

I know it is late, very late, as it has been for many years, but I must confess it, because no parents and siblings would want to know it in the worst possible ways….

Alice Wayne, my dear baby….

You leaned back in your chair as you wrote the last sentence, you did it, you wrote what was overwhelming you so much, the beginning of the letter.

Your eyes burned, a few treacherous tears running down your face.

Your family, your passing love and your beloved daughter always made you sensitive.

It wasn't something you could avoid.

You leaned your head on the headboard of the chair, letting all the blood flow to your head, something strange you used to do to clear your head, you looked at the ceiling and the walls around you upside down.

You noticed the crib on the side of the room near your desk where you were writing.

You saw your baby sleeping calmly, a peaceful face with no signs of discomfort, he was an angel.

Your little angel, and your light... you knew you would do anything for her, like you did right now.

I think if we are similar in some way father.

I ended up having a daughter through carelessness like you did to me.

I need to ask you a big favor father and not only of you but also of the whole family, the biggest and most important one I will do in my life.

If something happens to me... if I end up in big trouble or I no longer exist, any situation that prevents me from taking care of my beloved daughter.

Please watch over her.

Make sure she has the best future, a happy life with everything she needs, that she can grow up as a girl full of light, that she is always kind, wise and with a loving family.

If that's not something they can give you, find someone who can give it to you.

Take care of my treasure, my only happiness, my only family... I know I left a long time ago without saying anything and returned in a hurry to their lives.

Maybe one day they will call me selfish knowing the path I took to leave little Alice to them, the decision I decided to make was not easy, but I did it because I want the best for my little light.

We are all selfish and mean, I was all my life, since I knew that my happiness only depended on me, that I was alone in this world, that only oneself can save oneself.

I think I still am by thinking that I can force them to do something about my problem, I can't force them to take care of someone or take responsibility for a short period of time, turning their lives upside down.

But maybe... with all the love and affection that you could ever see felt for me, I can make you consider helping me and fulfilling my difficult request.

Father, brothers and Alfred... I never said it because of all the anger I felt, because of everything that happened in the mansion, which devastated my thoughts with a lot of anger, forgetting everything I had and made me have a comfortable and pampered life.

Thank you.

Well, he's the father and maybe a future yandere, it's a possibility.

after an exhaustive investigation into possible characters to occupy this role in the series.

although there may be other possibilities with other characters....

Like I tried with the penguin's son, if ___ had decided to hang out more with villains and they adopted her or became her godparents.

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Tears of an angel

You had a dream, a very blurry one, but the few clear memories clung firmly in your head.

A dream where no one knew you other than your mother, family and friends, you were a girl who grew up in the middle class, with a working mother, who was always there for you, even if her life was full of work, a life where you could sit in the sidewalk on a salty or cloudy day and eat an ice cream, without bothering to get dirty or eat in an unattractive way, just a happy girl enjoying her ice cream.

You could ride your bike to school with your friends, sit in the cafeteria with all your friends, who told their craziest stories or problems, the same people who listened to you afterwards and supported you.

A camera flash, and your smiling face, the yearbook photo, where all your classmates signed themselves and you did the same like a celebrity.

In your small town, the only one you knew, and where you returned after graduating and meeting a boy, with whom you joined your life. The big house they built together, with a huge patio, full of plants, from giant trees to rose bushes.

It was a dream, but it was the best one you had, seeing your mother and your little family, together at a campfire, you would never forget such a thing.

Not when your reality was a painting without colors, just a dull gray, you had no one, your mother no longer existed, you never had good friends or you don't remember them, a boy... is much further away from your possibilities.

Thousands of flashes went off, but they were no longer for yearbook photos, or for a photo album, these were to feed the hunger of men addicted to famous women and their beauty, even if they were much younger, photos for women who loved gossip and seeing the misfortunes of other women.

Your hands with ice cream, sweets or a delicious homemade dinner were replaced by tasteless or extravagant dishes, the size of a coin. Your night of picnic was replaced by a day, with a walk of shame, where many whispered.

“I knew that she murdered the man who was holding her hostage.”

“They say she looked possessed.”

“ha… I think she finally showed what a crazy psychopath she really is.”

Thousands of ridicule and criticism. While your face seemed stoic, the black glasses covering your eyes did a good job of hiding your teary eyes that were burning from shedding tears.

Go your way and don't pay attention to anyone.

“How is he not in jail?”

“surely her father paid so that she would not be arrested”

Ha... that was the only thing your father could do for all the misfortunes that carrying his last name caused you. And he didn't even do it without thinking about it, at the trial your father barely appeared, only his money and one of his best lawyers, it was lucky to have Alfred with you.

Your own father reserved his judgment, he didn't even advocate for you, maybe he knew that you were actually someone evil, maybe it was better for him not to interfere so as not to pay the price when you did the same thing again, he discovered, the disgusting monster that you were.

His stoic face without any feeling, no words, what kind of father does that, if you killed someone, you stabbed him until his last breath, but there were no fathers who were more compassionate with their children after doing more atrocious acts, you You didn't eliminate that man because you wanted to, he had you as a hostage, he was like the other men made of shadows that tormented you, he was acting violently, without control, he threatened you, you felt that he would end you, thousands of eyes looking at you without doing anything, none of those present thought of defending you, none of their eyes collided with yours, they just diverted to another place.

The only eyes you saw were those of a woman next to you, but even she couldn't help, they were pointing a gun at her.

Then you saw yourself in a glass, the woman who had the strength to save you, the one who fearlessly controlled your body, took a gun and stuck it at the man who threatened you, over and over again in his torso, who smiled, with a great joy to finally be freed and take revenge.

And after a few minutes you came back and saw your hands with a red liquid. It was her and you in turn, both of you…. And yet they classified you as a psychopath, who deserved to be locked up.

You only see her, your reflection smiling and whispering

I told you so.

You should never have stayed with your family.

They would abandon you. now look at you...

A hit from a table brought you out of your tranze.

“Because you did it, Miss Wayne,” the prosecutor looked at you, after a long interrogation in court.

You stared at her, this woman was becoming a nuisance, so maddening, because she kept adding more salt to the wound, she was very mean to you, with her look of superiority and her touch of envy.

She continued with her words and cruel questions towards you, no vague answer calmed her, she wanted to continue digging into your well-buried secrets.

For that woman who stood as if she owned the entire stand with a self-centered smile, you were guilty, a murderer, who deserved to be punished for what she did, you knew very well that she was right, you were a monster who had to pay, but You were scared, and you knew that nothing was worse punishment than being with yourself.

Your hands didn't stop shaking when you listened to her, you had to leave them in your lap so it wouldn't be noticeable, you couldn't afford to lose your temper, they would have no mercy, they would brand you as a false victim.

His words full of venom stung, they hurt you little by little, because they were exactly the truth, and his very intrusive questions were the straw that broke the camel's back.

Desperate for all his cutting words and his exhausting questions, you began to spit out everything, your secrets from the smallest to the largest, the ones that led you to commit such a crime.

“I didn't know, I was desperate, nothing stopped... they kept going, they kept targeting me like before” you spoke calmly, all the calm you could muster inside your body trying to maintain your sanity.

“no one wanted to help me, even though… when that man… did that…” you could barely breathe because of the pressure and turbulent feelings that were flooding you, you could barely formulate a complete sentence.

“Tell me, miss, what this man was supposedly doing for you to end him in such a cruel way.”

“I was doing it again like the others!!!… I didn't want to be his toy again” you shouted.

“It's not fair, that they ask for money for me, but still torture me for their fun!!!”

"and I have to keep quiet, and not say anything because the heroes saved me, everything is fine again, right? It doesn't matter what happens because I'm safe and I should be grateful"

“I had to stay silent, because after all something horrible didn't happen to me like other victims” you repeated the cruel words that were said to you after your first kidnapping, and the following times, even though you desperately wanted to confess how horrible your short stay with him was. those criminals, you got used to receiving what they gave you, staying silent in front of the vigilantes, the police and posing calmly for the news, until you got home and locked yourself in your room to suffer in silence.

“I couldn't stand it, she couldn't stand it, she was angry, so she took the gun and attacked the man without mercy, I wouldn't feel another horrible monster following me.”

“I saved myself... I did it for the first time” you smiled non-stop, even with your eyes shedding tears.

“Now judge me on that.”

You returned to your starting point, where everyone looked at you with hatred and repulsion or as a naive girl who could be used.

Hearing endless disguised insults, full of arrogance, seeing looks full of envy and contempt, seeing men trying to surpass you, gossip and news of you making you look like a spoiled girl and out of control.

You took refuge again in your lonely apartment, you stopped going out, your life would be better in a place away from everyone, where no one would hurt you anymore.

You left everyone behind and took refuge in another place. away from the looks that hurt you.

You said goodbye to the hopelessness that reigned in your life.

You confined yourself to a new city, full of thousands of people, famous, easy to get lost and not be found.

A small change of look was enough to go unrecognized. Although most of your days were spent locked in your apartment inside a huge building.

Despite your fear of going out almost always, you did it if it was to participate in some brands that invited you to their new projects, and much more for small charity events.

The letters you received of thanks from the people you helped became a part of social interaction for you.

You also helped one of your acquaintances from the psychiatric center you were in as part of your sentence, the disturbed young film director.

Appearing in your independent films was fun, plus it told people that you're still alive, but that they would no longer take advantage and use you as something they can have for their entertainment.

If being yourself, being happy and not being terrified of the people around you meant disappearing and isolating yourself, you would do it...

...........................................

somewhere else, far away from where naive little miss wayne was taking refuge.

Her family was desperately searching for her.

A video of Wayne surrounded the internet, in no time he became famous, and everyone now had a new star to love.

The family, who had forgotten or preferred not to say anything about that girl, knew that they had ruined it.

Burece Wayne accepted his mistake, one of the biggest he could have made, he left his daughter alone, without caring about the things she was experiencing, he believed that a card full of money was the only thing his daughter needed.

a girl who never caused him problems, he believed that giving her all the luxuries was enough. I never checked it, one less burden in his life, it was already something big, maintaining his appearance as a millionaire, his role as a hero and being the father of many children who needed his help, was already a lot on his plate.

His little daughter suffered so much and he was never able to help her.

He still remembers how her face showed all the pain she carried, in the middle of the court, how desperate she sounded.

Since he found out what she did at that gala, he couldn't look at her, blaming her for that big mistake she made, he never tried to understand her.

He let that little resentment he felt for that girl's mother kill him. when she understood it, when she realized her big mistake, that it was all her fault, for never having taken care of that girl, for never seeing her for more than a second, for never protecting her in the best way from criminals and leeches who wanted something. of his family. It was too late she was gone.

.............

A girl with delicate features and delicately dressed, looked at her reflection with great attention.

She had spent a long time locked up in a dark room, which was only illuminated by the dim lights of the candles and during the day by the light that came in through the room's only window.

She was serving the punishment her grandparents gave her for breaking the rules.

Even in his mind his grandmother's harsh words were still present.

"Your mother failed us and even more so when she appeared with you"

"because my beloved daughter had to go and leave us with you"

"You will never be perfect girl, you are just despicable, a living image of your father."

Although those words were common because he said them when he was taking care of you.

They became more horrible and terrifying when he got angry.... Their claws embedded themselves in your skin and punctured as deep as they could.

his screams for you to look in the mirror and the hits he gave you if you looked away.

one word sharper than the other...

Infinite tears fell from your eyes and even with that the desire to stop crying, due to a threat to maintain composure.

The reflection eventually began to change, over time, it was no longer you, it was another girl trapped in the mirror.

A smiling reflection appeared and although you knew it would bring you nothing good, at least it was company in the lonely punishment room.

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Endless Game

a little prologue... I think I should work more with this idea

You loved video games since you were little.

When you played a new game on a console or computer you felt happy, you felt like you had great power, no one was able to stop you, many people in the virtual worlds you entered admired you, they felt positive things about you.

It was very different from your real life, where you didn't exist... most people didn't recognize you, just a forgettable face.

Not even your family could be different, it was much worse with them, they only surrounded your life like guitres, you had the vague idea that at some point when you died or something bad happened they would finally see you.

They only observed your actions from afar without showing emotions.

For some reason beyond your understanding, you began to reject everyone, it's not that you hated people, but rather you found them annoying with each year you turned.

Of course there were few people who were saved from your hatred.

You began to ignore everyone and see them as bugs, you isolated yourself to enjoy games and other passions of yours.

You changed the sweet and kind girl for another person who only cared about herself, who achieved her goals no matter what she had to do.

No more father or brothers, please look at them or show a little affection.

I just want to be her friend, or I'm a good girl who wouldn't do anything wrong.

You ignored everyone, but those who knew how to use you, what's more, you managed to get revenge, teachers and classmates, paid her for messing with you.

Without remorse and with great force you executed your punishments.

Getting your hands dirty no longer seemed unpleasant, but entertaining.

Seeing their tears of pain and regret, along with the knowledge that you screwed up their lives, caused you great satisfaction and emotion.

Left behind is the bad girl, the stupid one who never understood classes, the skeptical eyes about your intelligence, the words of hate for being born into a good family.

No more jealous children, children who wanted to make you look bad, like a savage and abusive person, or those who wanted to manipulate you to get something from your last name, and then leave you hanging.

Not now, if you were the evil girl, who had no mercy for anyone, you were not bothered by the words that different people said to you because some time later you made them seriously regret it.

You continued playing virtual games, all the time, it was one of your greatest happinesses.

That's why when you saw a new program where they accepted players to try a new virtual reality video game, you accepted. It wasn't difficult to be accepted, nor was it difficult to disappear from your home to enjoy a new gaming experience.

You felt very happy, even when they connected many cables to your body and asked you to put on a special suit, nor when they put you in a capsule, you didn't think about it like the other people who were going to try the game.

Everything was wonderful, it was like a new world or rather universe, you could go anywhere, there was a planet full of magic, another super modern and futuristic one, many realities.

You could do anything, from being an adventurer or having a business.

Like an adventure game but much better, the excitement was more because everything felt very strange.

That is until you got tired and wanted to return to the real world to give yourself basic care and continue living.

but there was a problem, you couldn't do it, something was preventing you from leaving the game.

No matter how hard you tried, you couldn't, not being able to achieve anything made you desperate, a great anger invaded you and you tried again to leave with a lot of anger, but you still didn't achieve anything.

you got stuck in a game with a group of people and a lot of npc's.

Things got worse when they began to see some terrifying monsters or animals, which were very aggressive and destroyed everything in their path.

You and the group of trapped people were barely able to adapt, by the time these creatures began to attack you.

It wasn't even possible to live a normal life in the world because they ended up broken by their new predators.

You gathered around three people, they were two girls and a boy, they formed a shelter type and were in charge of eliminating the disgusting creatures.

Every time you saw them, a chill ran through you, they were not normal, they were like big shadows for the most part, but on some occasions when they were shown you could see how some parts of their bodies changed into scratched lines like televisions when they failed or stopped. static while the entire body moved.

You became agile with katanas and some pistols, more from long range.

The more you learned to defend yourself, the more you could survive, and you also developed your skills in the game as much as you could. just survive and appreciate the little moments you had with your friends.

Well that was until the game ended and everyone came out.

oh so you thought, you tried to accept that you wasted years of your life trapped in a game. You were in a new world again, although this was always the one you belonged to, you didn't know almost anything, everything was different. You tried to make a new life with the help of the government agents who were in charge of your case, everything that happened was a secret due to the possible dangers it presented, so when they left, only a few recovered their lives, while the majority had to form a new one and recover from what was experienced in the game.

It was one of those days of mandatory check-ups, where all survivors of the game had to attend, much more so for the famous group therapy where everyone expressed their pain and trauma from the game.

You hated these days and if you could have missed them, you don't need a large group of people talking about their suffering, it was enough for you to endure yours.

You had to pretend to show sympathy even if you didn't feel it, not like most people who really felt it, sometimes you thought something was wrong with you, but you avoided finding a solution, you didn't want to change your life, as selfish as it may sound, you didn't want to. annoying people surrounding your life.

happened out of nowhere, a large tremor occurred, which took the entire group of people off guard, they were on the terrace of the building, which was a quiet day, in an open space, where the wind hit strongly, and some sounds leaves of birds and cars could be heard, where the enormous buildings belonging to a city could be seen in the distance.

A static sound reached your ears, it was very annoying, you felt like your eardrums would explode, at the same time your head started to hurt, you felt like something was crushing it.

As soon as you were able to concentrate on your hands, they were taking on the same effect that appeared in the game, they became black pixels and changed to colored lines.

The last thing you caught was your colleagues going through the same thing as you.

.......

footsteps were heard behind all the commotion.

There was a small screen, with blue and light blue pixels.

Many people dressed in black suits surrounded her, near that large painting were some scientists.

Some people were talking to people in black suits, their peculiar outfits caught the attention of some curious spectators.

The Justice League and the Young Justice League were present to save the day, after the sudden appearance of some portals that opened the way for creatures that attacked different places, who were not easy to eliminate.

No matter how much the leaders of the large group of heroes tried to enter and save the day, they could not because the people in black suits did not allow them.

"It is not within their jurisdiction" was the only thing they were told.

Superman, Batman and Wonder Woman were the ones who tried to reason with the people who did not allow them to enter. Some heels were getting closer and closer, behind them other footsteps could also be heard.

"So you're going to participate" a female voice mocked.

a growl was his response.

"Just don't be a hindrance" a thick voice was heard.

"hahahaha I'm going to get in your way, you're a great comedian.... you don't become dead weight" the funny voice became cold and merciless.

"Civilians can't pass, it's dangerous," the voices of some young people were heard, who stopped the two figures.

An emotionless look was the response to the young heroes while the heroes looked with surprise at these strange characters, one wore yellowish colors in his suit, another with a dark suit with red and green, some women with suits attached to their body, perhaps hero fashion. They had a magician, an alien girl, one with arrows.... other guys with more suits.

The two people continued to advance, but were stopped by the heroes who saw two civilians continue walking despite the orders they were given.

A great commotion arose since the two unknown characters took out their weapons, the girl had sheathed the handle of her katana and raised it a little from its sheath, while the man took out two weapons ready to be fired.

Some piercing glances were cast.

"Enough, I'm not going to continue with this nonsense," the female voice complained.

"MR. BRONW!!!!" It was a loud shout that everyone could hear, even the people who were talking near the portal.

A few footsteps came quickly to where the two peculiar characters with weapons were.

"Aaaaa miss ___, it's good that you arrived, we were waiting for you" a small man spoke with a meek voice. "

It really doesn't seem like it with so many heroes here" he put away his katana before crossing his arms angrily.

"nonono ignore them... come follow me" he pulled the girl's hand ignoring the people who were witnessing the scene.

They reached the big screen where they were stopped by the guards.

........

You sighed, annoyed by everything that was happening, they called you to enter a new portal and it turns out that not only are you going to enter with one of the people you couldn't tolerate, but a lot of heroes won't allow you to do your job.

"Seriously, let's do this again," you complained to the man in front of you.

"ID" he said dryly.

You clenched your hands angrily.

Not only did you have to endure a long trip, where many people looked at you, but also a long process to be allowed to do your job.

"Wait, are you going to let these two kids in?"

"They are not heroes, they are civilians"

"they can't handle something like that"

You raised your arm and put it in the man's face, before crushing your skin.

In a few seconds a circle with bright lines appeared on your arm. The lights projected a large screen in the air where some letters appeared.

"It's class S" some voices whispered.

You smiled when you saw how they allowed you to pass.

"Well, I think this civilian is going to take care of the problems," you said out loud.

You pressed your hand on the locked screen, soon projecting the silhouettes of a stage. leaving neutral colors behind.

You took out your sword and held it in your hand.

you walked slowly towards the screen.

You entered calmly. It was always strange when you returned to your old virtual prison.

you smiled as you eliminated one of the warriors of the final villain of this place. a few more and you would face the most powerful on the floor.

You were looking forward to it.

but you knew that at the end all emotion would go away, your colorful life would become gray again, you wondered where everything changed, where was the girl full of dreams and smiling laughter?

were you a monster? You could barely relate to people, you had little appreciation for them, you became like a wild animal when it came to fighting but it was nothing in your life as a civilian.

You continued attacking all the monsters that came your way.

you used every attack you had, remembering how you did before when you were trapped in the game.

It was not only a fight to survive and not become another patient with a cerebral coma in the hospital, but to protect all the people from the danger of the game that had trapped you a few months ago in their system.

Oh at least those words were repeated to you by your new bosses when they sent you on a new mission to the new portals that opened.

In the end, with the help of the shooter who entered the game with you, you were able to defeat the final boss. and just as you said, your adrenaline along with your happiness was running out.

You looked at your hands, they were red, raw, it must have been because of the great force with which you squeezed your katanas.

You indulged yourself in your hands, ignoring everything around you, you just wanted to get to your apartment and play your video games.

They didn't give you the same feeling that was draining from your body, but at least it allowed you to feel something similar.

You walked out of the portal, playing with the jewel left by the final boss, you threw it into the air and watched it fall again.

It was more entertaining than dealing with all the heroes who were probably arguing with your bosses.

You were not wrong because you could see how the heroes argued with some men in suits that you saw in the new meetings with the players who agreed to eliminate the characters that appeared from the game.

You opened the screen by pressing the button on your arm, it was very strange to see it, they reminded you of the robots in that video game with rebellious robots and police officers.

You changed your clothes, your suit had been damaged, you were going to miss it every time you wore it, you remembered the Japanese girls from some video games.

You were going to go back to your house to continue with your boring life until the next attack.... but you looked away to see the heroes again, your gaze collided with the man in the bat suit.

You felt something strange, a great discomfort, you felt like you had to run, this worried you, fear... you overcame this feeling a long time ago.

That person in that suit managed to worry you, something strange about you, that person seemed familiar to you, it reminded you of your family.

"____ well done, I was fascinated with your work" a new voice appeared next to you.

"Funny you say... how do you know what I did" you questioned the boy, he was one of the scientists who was researching how the game appeared in the flesh in the real world.

"ahh you didn't know, since you entered, some screens appeared that showed how you fought with Red against the monsters"

......

A letter remained on the elegant desk full of papers.

Bruce barely paid attention to it, because it was something insignificant, nothing worth taking a look at.

I had more important matters to attend to. He thought about throwing it in the trash because he considered that piece of paper to be trash.

Even so, he couldn't, not when he remembered the girl's face, his daughter had given it to him when she returned from school.

He threw it in a drawer before returning to his own business.

He never thought he would desperately search for that piece of paper again.

He had seen his daughter for a long time, she simply vanished, no one knew her whereabouts, no matter how hard he looked, he couldn't find her.

The only thing he had left was a couple of photos that were taken desperately by his children. a dark room with thousands of machines and artificial lights. video games, the cameras showed him how his lively and affectionate daughter became with each passing day a lonely girl, devoid of emotions and immersed in video games.

When he opened the paper he found a drawing of hearts, a poorly drawn person and a message... "To my hero, dad, you are the best and I love you very much" with sloppy handwriting that looks like scribbles.

He knew you were alive, he saw you on this hectic day.

You were part of the new entrants that were fighting with the new monsters that were beginning to appear.

I never hope to see you again... he thought he had lost you forever, his daughter, the girl he never saw, one of his greatest regrets.

But now if it was really you, he could fix everything.

compensate you for being the worst father and give you what you always deserved.

be the person in your drawing from many years ago

[skay-ali]

Multiverse of careless readers The recurring idea that all the careless readers of different stories come together seems very interesting to me and with enough funny material, like some characters fulfill different memes in their own way.

reader mother: but I'm not like you. witch reader: your mother is not in your life.

rock band reader: you were careless.

reader with his demon: you ran away from home

reader cheerleader and criminal: you have problems with your father....

reader mother: yes I am one of you.

reader mother caressing a heartbroken reader of the forgotten birthday who still suffers from the trauma of being forgotten.

sacrificed reader: you're seriously crying, they killed me and now I have a demon that possesses my body.

spy reader: I was brutally trained to be an assassin and they betrayed me.

Witch reader knowing the future that lies ahead because she has not yet completed her tragic character development....

I imagine all the careless readers having a party.

and suddenly the whole family arrives at the mansion after a mission and they observe that one of their members ended up with many of their clones.

I imagine all the readers getting up and running as far as possible to avoid the family.

and a static Alfred seeing that the family has already arrived and watching how all the readers escape, with a tray with a jug of juice and pastries.

[skay-ali]

The idea of ​​a very stubborn reader sounds very interesting.

like taking bad injuries in your life if it means being able to have fun and forget about your fucking family.

Thirteen is a great example of the new behavior she would take, trampling the rules and doing what she wants along with her friends, I also see her taking on the role of queen bee of her school.

always being the image of a perfect teenager with a wonderful life, that everyone envies.

Although I think her entire group of friends knows her true situation, I think they all know about each other's lives, something that makes them closer.

I imagine that all of them always have the same class schedules, they always go shopping together, pick-up parties every weekend or attend parties all together and abandon it to go to any of the houses of one of the girls in the group.

the idea that they are all cheerleaders together or have created a club just to be together.

Maybe it will become real that best friends get sick just like the movie Sweet and Dangerous.

Maybe in a small possibility that all of them gained some power or something similar and became heroines.

The point is that I see ___ being happy with her friends and her crazy life.

I can already imagine her entire family, from her brothers to her father, watching the young woman glued to her phone with a drink and dressed in a very different way from the strict and elegant one she had before, maybe that sets off her alarms.

ohhh just the possibility that all the girls have robbed a bank easily, embarrassing security by taking millions from the safe, extra points if they belong to the Waynes or some other millionaire family.

I can see all the girls enjoying their vacation after disappearing after robbing the big bank in their city.

the faces of the heroes who investigate the case when they see that only a group of girls achieved a great feat.

the look of the batfamily when they saw one of their own being one of the criminals they were looking for.

the moment when they realize that they actually ruined one of the family members with all their actions.

and reader seeing them with an angry face like "damn they are recognizing me as one of the best thieves, I am the center of attention, but they do anything to make you the important ones" when he sees them in the middle of their collapses and descent into obsession .

I think I like the idea of ​​criminal best friends better. like the girls being processed while Bruce and his fellow heroes watch as his daughter poses for the criminal record camera with her friends, as if her case and crime were not serious.

I don't know what a stupid idea in my urgency to write something and have fun.

[skay-ali]

The forgotten daughter / a possibility or alternate universe

The idea of ​​a pregnant but unlucky careless reader is honestly intriguing, while I'm very leaning towards her having her life together after leaving her family behind, it's almost unrealistic or unlikely.

As if ___ Wayne ceased to exist and now a new person, where there was a large wallet and card with infinite funds, went to a pocket with few coins, you became a homeless girl, almost a vagabond, it is clear that you ran away from home in a fit of fury and deep pain, burying itself in your heart, even if you don't want to admit it.

Then you spend the next few days on autopilot, working at places part-time, hanging out with friends, going from party to party, consuming alcohol and other drinks until you drop, experimenting with different drugs, moving from relationship to relationship with different guys.

All to forget the pain you felt, a somewhat peculiar medicine, which only relieved you, but did not make your suffering disappear. All that until you noticed strange things on your body, a slight assumption from your friend and a test, led you to shocking news... you were pregnant.

The possibility of it being from a criminal is very high, all the places you frequented would never be entertainment for a hero in his civilian life, something about high morals and that nonsense.

You were very screwed, first because you were broke, you worked in mediocre places with poor pay, you lived in the moment... which meant you didn't have a permanent home.

Giving your baby the best home was your mission, even if it meant it wouldn't be in your hands.

I can imagine other constants here…. The main thing would be that you end up with the baby, a feeling of feeling complete reaches you when your baby is born.

Your life now is a scale that is constantly balanced trying to give a good life to you and your baby.

Maybe you end up working at a superhero-themed restaurant where a lot of men go for the girls' outfits.

It was there where you met the crazy blonde villain, Harley Quinn, who quickly attaches herself to you after meeting you and forming a friendship with you, while the woman becomes a constant in your life.

Little by little she takes you to meet her friends or accomplices, from a psychiatrist, a businessman, a prosecutor, a botanist, they were part of your new circle of acquaintances, they end up liking you and even more so when they know your story as a careless girl, maybe also the part where they see you fighting to give your baby a great life.

It's still hard to figure out for a lot of these villains, but they grew attached to you and developed a deeper, darker feeling.

You end up working at a fancy bar where all your new acquaintances go.

It was there that you saw him again, one of your old and elusive loves, perhaps the possible father of your child, whom you left when you saw how dangerous he was and that he would take you directly to see your family again or maybe to jail.

Anyway, you avoided him like the plague the short time you had, because with the death of his father, he ended up inheriting the big business where you worked.

Although your job was never threatened during your stay at the iceberg lounge, due to the paternal affection that the owner of the business had for you, something strange but that you did not give much thought to.

Now it was in danger... with this man and his sister as the new owners.

Well, that is until your babysitters came to the bar with your baby, with the excuse that he was sick and they didn't know how to deal with a baby.

Everything turned upside down when the man added your baby's age and the last time you were together, something you never did out of fear.

Suddenly you were no longer a single mother, but you ended up forming a strange life with the father of your child, skeptical at first until the man's actions made you change your mind remembering why you were in love with him.

Even though his personality and work weren't the right fit, you couldn't help but fall for him. In addition to the fact that all your friends, “uncles” or “fathers” as they loved to call themselves or take the role, got into the situation and evaluated the man, even if he was the son of one of them, they all approved him in the end even if there were some frictions. when they lived together.

The worst thing is when the man that everyone thought was dead returned, who put aside the things of crime or his work as a big businessman, as he described it to you so as not to scare you, he proposed that they get married to give the little baby a family, Well, he didn't propose, he put a lot of pressure on you to accept it, using the excuse that he wanted his grandson to carry his last name and not the family he left you, even more so before his time to leave the world approached.

You accepted after so much thought, that would give you a family, something that you always longed for, you would be happy, you were being happy now with your baby, with your baby's father, his sister, his father and your boss, your extravagant aunts and uncles.

A big wedding was celebrated on the first day of winter in the city, on a beautiful pier, with everyone you knew.

.......

There was a great meeting, one that set off the alarms of some heroes, but those of a certain city.

A large number of villains gathered, that was not good, they knew it.

Oh when they encountered his evil plans, or rather at a party, it surprised them, even more so when they observed how a villain, son of one of the worst evils in the city, was about to marry, not with a normal person but with someone some knew.

Let's just say the bat family didn't know how to react.

......

A big smile adorned the groom's features, while the ceremony was taking place, he finally got what he planned so much, it took him a long time, plus he suffered a lot, not seeing his beloved for a long time and thinking that he would never see her again. he would find had destroyed him and made him madder.

But now he had done it, he finished his great plan, he had the woman he loved so much, all to himself, and with his last vows their lives would be completely tied.

Much more so with the baby, the fruit of their fleeting relationship, their little son would keep them together no matter what, if the marriage didn't work out.

Extra points for her father, who also appreciated his future wife much more than he did him, he knew very well that his father would make sure that the girl did not leave, as he could lose his daughter.

His sister was also helpful, she took root in your life, a new friend and confidant, capable of manipulating you.

Even though you were an adult, you were actually very naive like a child.

You gave him your trust, innocently, without knowing what kind of threat he was to you, a life full of freedom.

The time they spent together made him see how much he loved you, now that he had you he would do everything possible to never be separated from you.

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The lonely lady

new fandom

The sun was shining, illuminating the dark streets, although they were very busy, there was a tense air in all the people, there was nothing but gray colors devoid of life, frowning or tired faces.

You would miss this small city full of aristocrats and commoners or normal people who always made you smile with their mundane, moderately fierce lives.

What you wouldn't miss is all the trouble about crimes at the hands of aristocrats, dealing with the helplessness of not being able to do anything about how innocent people suffered at the hands of monsters, only crying over the miserable end they had and enduring living without discomfort with the perpetrators. . of stories abominable actions.

You would finally be free from your entire evil family, you wouldn't miss them, they never showed an iota of compassion when you came to the family, you were just a stain on their lineage, that's why they could barely sell you to a nobleman.

But they were foolish, by compromising just to fill their pockets and have more power, they opened their doors to ferocious wolves, who meticulously planned their fall for all the evils they caused for generations.

You were never treated as their equal, you were just another maid, it didn't bother you even though they were cruel, the tasks they made you do were the typical ones you did in your old life, it was like a respite from all the work you were forced to do. to survive in a modern, capitalist world.

In addition, you had good friendships, you were able to gossip with the maids, drink with the gardeners and coachmen, play like a little girl with the children of the employees of the family home.

Your family in this new world would soon see its end, this was the night, the night where you would no longer see the need to stay in a house pretending to be an exemplary young lady and the fiancée of one of the most coveted men in the world. the ladies for their beauty and high status, afraid that your family will punish you for running away and ruining their business.

But above all you would no longer live with the fear of seeing your end at the hands of your fiancé and his family, the vigilantes of this story who wanted to clean up the world, you were not ready for such a thing, you were just an extra you told yourself and as a good extra You would disappear without a trace.

The United States seemed like a good option, going to the future land of dreams, where many people in the future could improve their lives.

Just don't look back, don't remember the affection you have for those characters with whom you lived for a few months, they were only pretending to achieve their goals, you repeated yourself endlessly... but you... you didn't, you actually got attached to them, they helped you overcome the emotional attachment you had with your former friends, the servants of the big dark house in which you were raised.

But now you were free although your heart hurt a lot, because you loved those people, you even allowed yourself to love, the one you never imagined, because you always had reason as your guide, it didn't end well, that person never saw you in such a way.

Even if you tried, you were in his eyes the evil that he sought to eradicate.

Not even his radiant fake smile could lie to you, you saw it many times captured in ink, in his story, that radiant smile he gave to his victims.

It was sad how such a vigilante would end up, not being able to witness the wonderful paradise he created.

Oh if only you had known, your escape would only cause problems later on, those people you didn't expect anything from would surprise you.

“Where is the lady?”

“excuse me who?”

“Miss ___, your fiancée” the maid became impatient, something that did not go unnoticed by those present.

“Excuse me but what do you need from her?” asked one of the brothers, disconcerted by the interest of the servant they had helped, in the noble woman who lived in their winery.

“She must know…” the young woman said calmly.

“she is finally free… she will no longer suffer for that family”

It was a bucket of cold water, although the entire group was very insightful, they never noticed such a thing, it must have been a very well-kept secret on your part.

They knew they had to talk to you after the maid's big confession.

They just didn't expect you to have left.

It is hopeful to see how in the darkness a being emerges capable of bringing light to this place again, it takes being truly brave and determined to try to cleanse the world of corrupt nobles.

But there is something that bothers me, perhaps this new great hero will be corrupted, or will he think that now he is the evil that must be eliminated.

I think that after his great deeds, the hero should live his happily ever after, even if it is a childish thought, doesn't he deserve to be happy after having sacrificed himself?

After all this, the obsessive characters are unleashed....

[skay-ali]

What story should have a new chapter?

[skay-ali]

Tears of an angel

The idea of ​​a Wayne reader, who was well received from the beginning at the mansion and by its members, has constantly crossed my mind. A good family relationship that took an obsessive turn, not only with his family but also with other people.

A weapon, your head felt pressed with great force, so much so that, if you didn't make an effort to keep your head up, the force would surely send you to the floor.

There were many people, an endless number of blurry faces that surrounded you, they were horrible, it made you nauseous to see them, although some were also reindeers, it was difficult for you to recognize them, not only the criminals were vile, sometimes even people who seemed normal hid big things, you learned throughout your life.

Of all the possible hostages, you were the first to be threatened, you regretted leaving your home, you should have stayed locked in the safest place you created.

Yes... you should never have gone out, all your thoughts repeated it to you, you were wrong to leave your safe space, now you were surrounded by people and criminals, when it was over the cameras and the reporters' unconscious questions would come, thousands of news stories about you, the majority that would leave you feeling bad, and the feelings of guilt that would torment you for a long time.

You inhaled air, it became difficult to breathe, if you didn't control yourself you would panic, you would create a big scene, you couldn't do that, it would ruin your image more, you were already doing it while crying silently, your appearance was horrible, your hair disheveled, makeup ruined , a red nose dripping with snot.

You were a Wayne by blood, that was proven by your DNA, along with the similar characteristics that you inherited from your paternal grandmother.

You remember having been in this house all your life, the memories related to your mother were few, mostly blurry, difficult to distinguish from your short childhood and adolescence in the care of your father, as if your mother had never existed.

Your life was almost good, although there was a gap between you and your family, you did not receive excessive neglect, hatred or jealousy from each member of your family.

You were like a rarely recurring character in everyone's life.

The bad things in your life were not reflected in your relationship with your family, that was the least of your problems, something insignificant in your opinion, with what was happening outside.

It's funny to think about it, your father, you knew very well that he thought, that you lived one of the best lives, you really did, you had a family that never mistreated you, a good home and money, many privileges hand in hand with the latest , but that great privilege brought you something bad and terrifying, something that began to rule your life.

Being part of a large family made you a target, first of criminals, who took full advantage of using you as a means to achieve their ends, from criminal minds who kidnapped you as a hostage for their evil plans, as criminals who only wanted a great reward on your head, although in the end you were saved by the city's great vigilantes or the police, nothing took away the long moments of anguish, in which you were trapped in a dirty place, full of unknown people with bad intentions, vulnerable , having a gun pointed at some part of your body.

They were very difficult moments, fear ruled you along with paranoia, you did not normalize it as part of your life even if they were constant episodes in your life, you developed a trauma, one of your defense mechanisms was to disconnect from your surroundings, letting your body lived everything and your mind turned off, everything was black or white, a great void, until they saved you.

As a helpless person, who was in constant danger and only waiting to be saved by his brave knight, even though he wasn't that bad, you felt completely useless.

Things became worse, when you started to be afraid to leave your home, you became a complete renegade, in your big stone tower, a burrowing mouse or was it a rabbit... an asocial being...

How would you not be if your second problem was that, the social ones, people who, since school, persecuted you, wanted to be your friends or so they said, like a stupid and naive girl you believed them the first time, until you saw how they abandoned you When they already got what they really wanted from your father, suddenly their friendship no longer worked and they left you, often disowning you, as if you were a bad person because of your status and money, you were not seen as a girl who hardly understood their around and that he feared society itself, each person.

You couldn't even trust kids your age anymore, they all wanted to destroy you, finish you off.

The third problem in your life, the reporters and paparazzi, who harassed you every time they could, it didn't matter that you were just a minor, they found a way to get what they wanted and make you look bad, take advantage of every part of you. , without caring about the consequences of their actions, the repercussions that occurred in your life due to their news.

The horrible photos, where you hated seeing yourself, just an imperfect and horrible being, that was you... Your last problem, you... you hated yourself, maybe you were a bad girl, someone selfish and super annoying along with all the other insults professed by people who already got something from you or never did and were no longer chasing you, useless... very useless, that you were not able to protect yourself and avoid getting into trouble, you bothered everyone, the police, the heroes, your family... all for not taking care of yourself for wanting to live a little, for being too selfish.

Not even pretty, those words loaded with a very strong poison, that many girls said to you or whispered to each other in their groups of friends, or the boys who blatantly mentioned it after you rejected them, or all the people who looked at your images in the gossip programs or magazines, when the worst photos they took of you were uploaded to gain more audience, because it turned out that you were their great gem, it was a great gossip, you became out of nowhere, the public's favorite, to get the best gossip.

That was your life, although you couldn't change it... there was a small opportunity to improve it a little. Cross saving yourself off your list, give yourself something better.

First, giving all your supposed fans a good image, being perfect in their eyes, someone with great beauty and without imperfection, a star, someone to adore.

Something that at first was only to avoid more bad photos of you and news, became an addiction, how could it not be, if when you were careless for a moment they took the opportunity to humiliate you and make you look like a horrible being again, you didn't want to be that horrible being. , not again, so beauty treatments, excessive care of your body, clothes that highlighted you better, a great activity with your followers, if they wanted that from you you would give it to them, that was the easiest.

That didn't stop you from feeling bad on the days when you were with your great confidant, Alfred.

When you saw yourself in some reflection, at times you didn't recognize yourself, who were you? What did you become? Maybe the man who always had time for you got disappointed.

But seeing your reflection, that arrogant smile, the other person who was reflected told you that it was the right thing to do, they could no longer destroy you if they thought they had everything of you, without them realizing it you would end up on a great altar, you would be far superior to everyone, Maybe then they would never kidnap you with many followers who would give their lives for you, would they defend you because you didn't want that? When your other self shook her head to the side and feigned empathy for you, her words that you should stop worrying about people who would never do the same for you.

“After all, maybe that man you appreciated a lot did something for you every time they buried your name in the mud... nope, he never did, maybe he was just pretending that he cared about you, he loved your father and your father much more your half-brothers, you were the last task on their list, you just don't want to accept it, like the stupid girl you were."

Her big arrogant smile was the last thing you saw of her.

You should never have gone out, a big party with a lot of people, the idea of ​​showing off with all of them, showing a little superiority, having the media pleased and therefore the people, making her, your reflection, pleased, that she was happy and will no longer torment you.

Speaking of her, she was watching you, you saw her in a glass, her icy gaze, oh... she's so disappointed, you heard her words clearly.

“Oh, what a coward you are, you're seriously crying, what a crybaby baby you are, making yourself look ridiculous in front of all these self-centered people, a couple of photos like that and you'll please all the people who want to see you in a bad way.”

“pathetic, very pathetic, maybe that's why you are never someone your family appreciates, remember their faces the few times you spend with your family, they pretend to be fine, but in reality they only put up with you... just because they can't get rid of you”

His cruel taunts were very painful, like thorns, he knew very well how to attack you.

You closed your eyes, squeezing them as tight as you could and covered your ears, you didn't want to hear her anymore. In a few minutes you were white, far from everything. Batman and Superman along with their companions appeared to control such a commotion, although it would be easy to control the criminals there were many hostages in danger.

An extremely complex job, it was even more so when Bruce and his children saw who one of the hostages was, you.

Determined to save you, they entered one of the last rooms, only to find everyone alarmed, some alarmed and others watching somewhat shocked.

A large pool of blood and a man on the floor, one of the participants in the crime, and near the man, a woman, difficult to recognize due to the blood on her face, who brutally attacked the dead man on the floor. Her thin heels crushing the man's skin, again and again.

I wish, Bruce, I had never been able to recognize that person, that deranged young woman, who madly attacked a person with a smile. Where his little smiling daughter had gone, who always visited him or tried to spend more time with him or her brothers.

Normally I like to make a prologue and depending on the reactions continue the story. In addition to developing the yandere little by little, I simply felt that this story needs a little more things before starting with the yandere

[skay-ali]

Miracle Children

For as long as you could remember, you were always surrounded by white walls. Sometimes you got lucky and came across a gray wall. You were surrounded by children your own age, all of them just like you were sick, or that's what the doctors told them.

When you were not old enough to recognize that the children and the few adolescents around you who went crazy were not because their illnesses became complicated.

But you realized that too late... All the children of the ark, the name given to the place where they always spent their childhood, only knew the doctors and nurses, with their monotonous colored suits and serious attitudes.

You considered all the walls that surrounded you your home, with the other children who became your inseparable friends and then your family, a term that a child tried to explain to them, he had found a book hidden somewhere and read it with curiosity, You remember when he ran to their shared room where he excitedly told them what he had discovered.

A few weeks later he was taken by some nurses, like the other children, and they never heard from him again.

You tried to smile, be a happy girl, play with your friends, but the pain became more and more a part of your life, the needles filled with strange liquids made your veins burn, you writhed in pain more and more.

Until one day while you were playing with some of your friends with their stuffed animals, some nurses entered the room, everything around you stopped, as they walked, getting closer and closer to where you were.

They dragged you away from your room.

You ended up somewhere else, this time with gray walls and a bed on the floor.

Your life took a big turn, no one talked to you or played anymore, now you were just locked up, sometimes receiving different treatments from doctors, other times eating in a large room, where there were a small number of children that you had never met, some were even older. .

Something was common in everyone, even in you, they were emaciated, they trembled, without strength, they were no longer children who rarely received their treatments, now they were young people, who spent their days in a laboratory, where they were injected with liquids for hours, or pills rarely.

You couldn't go on like this anymore, they were... they were finishing you off.

That boy who couldn't continue and went crazy before taking his last breath was right. Their screams that these people were slowly killing us.

You ended up lying on your poor quality bed, hoping that all the suffering your body was going through would stop, you wanted to close your eyes and not feel pain anymore.

Hands grabbed you and dragged you through the dark and lonely hallways.

You couldn't move any part of your body, even though your mind told you to run away, fight, because something bad would happen to you, you remained like a lifeless corpse, letting them do what they planned.

You were thrown into a strange place, your eyes were cut off, the light of this great place was very strong, there were many colors around, even if they were dark, they were colors that you had never observed. Where you were lying was a hard place, your skin itched, something pricked it.

You watched as the men took something out of their pockets, a strange metal thing, which pointed at your head.

You saw how another teenager was dragged towards where you were, but the difference was that this one did fight, kick and scratch.

When I got to the floor I tried to continue fighting, I managed to hurt one of the men, you saw how this angry man took the object out of the hands of one of your escorts and pointed it at the boy.

A loud bang and the young man stopped, a red liquid gushing from his body, which always came out of their bodies when something bad happened. His lifeless eyes watching you brought tears to your eyes.

You were scared, you saw how the boy had just left, you... you didn't want that to happen to you.

Not at the hands of those people who brought you nothing but suffering since your childhood.

Anger came to the surface, you didn't want to continue like this anymore, die just because they could finish you off.

The memories of what happened next were vague, what you were sure of was that among that darkness that surrounded them, some animals came out and attacked the men, and continued towards the facilities to attack the others.

Other boys, who had strange abilities that you had never paid attention to, came out, bloodied and agitated. You waited until some boys claimed they were the last, some holding small children in their arms.

They were the oldest, those who were still alive.

One of them nodded towards a boy, the next thing was seeing the entire facility in flames.

The same animals that entered came out before the entrance became useless, they ran to where you were.

A fear invaded you, you thought they would attack you, so you put your shoulders on your face to avoid seeing your end.

But they just licked your face. An entire pack of wolves and a panther surrounded you.

Along with a large group of children and adolescents, who had now begun to live for the first time in their lives.

The miraculous children experiment was a project that a government scientist put into practice, with the help of a millionaire, so when the great authorities stopped supporting him to preserve his humanity and morals, the scientist continued with his great new project, after doing participated in cloning.

Although the project ended after a fire that killed everyone involved, including the project leaders and their sponsors.

This is how the surviving children sought revenge, to kill all their attackers, directly or indirectly.

Of course it wasn't all, the majority tried to live a new life away from all the suffering.

You were one of the few who stayed in a neutral group, where you took care of the younger children and helped those who sought revenge as much as you could.

That's how you thought until you saw in the distance how a fight was breaking out between your companions and the scientist along with his army.

You were on the sidelines watching the fight happen, until the heroes you had discovered really existed appeared and started fighting.

Only it was not with you but against your friends, as you were the danger.

They never hurt anyone, they were always obedient children even if it meant they would be hurt, no one ever saved them but yourselves, and now they appear protecting criminals, they just wanted to return the harm they caused them, but here they were preventing them from doing that.

You got angry...

Nothing could calm you now.

You walked towards the great commotion, shaking with anger, they believed themselves to be saviors, people who do the right thing.

But they never got them out of their suffering, in fact they want to continue causing them pain, they found out about that when they sent some of your companions that they caught to a place where they would be locked up forever.

They couldn't stay, that's the way it was.

You raised your hand forward. You waited a while while receiving confused looks.

A large stampede approached, many wild animals ran in your direction and began to attack with great speed the man's guards that they were trying to hunt.

Things turned in their favor again. Even more so when one of yours started broadcasting the battle live, who would want to see heroes hurting children and animals.

You took advantage of that moment and looked for the man, seeing him flee, you ran towards him, avoiding what was coming towards you, luckily a panther who became attached to you, let you climb on his great back, while he ran at high speed towards where you were. you asked.

A few meters away you jumped off his back, with claws that one of the boys from his base had designed, you scratched the man's neck.

But that wasn't enough, you dug your claws, over and over into his chest, no matter how much he screamed and begged, you kept going, he deserved it, even if that wasn't enough of what he had to go through.

“Retreat, the target was eliminated” you shouted, which made all your companions stop.

They launched a few attacks and approached a girl who was maintaining a barrier.

You did the same, all the wild and scary animals that received your call scattered, disappearing in a matter of minutes.

A portal created by a boy opened where everyone began to cross, no matter what attacks the heroes gave them, they couldn't catch them.

You saw all the heroes for the last time, they would no longer fight directly, this man was the last big shot on their list, only the little ones were missing.

But one person caught your attention, a boy, his appearance was the same as that child, although he was older, it couldn't be him... they had taken him from the ark and no one ever heard from him again.

But here you see him with eyes as blue and bright as when they were two little children who played happily and ignorantly.

You smiled at him, it was good to see him, still alive, but now he was your enemy and you had to be careful.

You passed the portal next to the panther who rarely left your side.

The new organization of criminals was a new threat for the heroes, they became difficult for them to control, a real challenge.

Which they expected to control with their protégés, what they did not expect is that just a new presence would change the game and they would once again have the odds against them.

See the new character, a girl with delicate features, a peculiar parascience... but vaguely known.

Many saw your smile, although it was not directed at them, they had, when they saw it only one thing came to their mind, familiarity, it was the same one that someone always wore.

Luckily the man who had died managed to take a little of your DNA.

Something that made it possible to start an investigation that would bring them closer to the new criminal group.

Oh that's what they thought because they never found anything.

Just a DNA that was equal to that of one of the leading heroes.

That puzzled everyone, as well as the bat of the night who noticed the familiarity he had with one of the criminals.

new idea, it wasn't mine @blueberry19000, thanks for the inspiration and idea.

[skay-ali]

The forgotten daughter

Pain, you felt a lot of pain... Your whole body was hating you at this moment, perhaps the bad karma of your entire short life was taking its toll.

You were trying to get air and more strength, you had to follow the nurses' orders.

You hated this, the pain didn't stop, it became less and less bearable. You wanted to numb your entire body and pain, like you did before, when you went to any party and let yourself be carried away by it, taking whatever appeared in front of you, to no longer feel pain, to forget that you were alone...

But now, when all your pain stopped, when loud whimpers sounded in your ears.

At the moment the nurses placed a new being, bathed in a liquid and other things, a being that accompanied you for almost a year in your solitude, the small ray of light that rested peacefully in your arms, as if you were the only thing in the world. world that this little being needed.

You cried, not because of pain, you had already done it a lot, not now you did it because you had someone in your life, someone who would always need you, a little person who would never ignore you, who would not leave you because you are not relevant in his life, you knew she would love you, now you had a family.

You were right, it was the first time you did it.

Your little baby, the ray of light that illuminated your world full of lack of control and emptiness, was the same one that did not let you leave his side for any moment, who looked at you with eyes full of adoration, for a long time until you fell exhausted in the world of dreams.

Today was one of those days, where nothing special happened in your life but still, you saw it as one of the best you ever lived, even if it was just you and your little baby in a lonely house, it was wonderful.

The sun was shining, the birds were singing sweetly, your baby smiled every time you talked to her and had your eyes on her, she moved one of her toys with her little hands, lying in her crib.

You didn't expect things to change in a big way that day.

First a knock on the door... and suddenly.

A man you haven't seen in a while, a great friend of yours, your family... he came back still with a haggard appearance and lifeless eyes.

You took him inside your house quickly, you began to care for him the best you could, if he continued on that path he could reach his end.

You gave him food and tried to make him rest, but he could only watch the baby sleeping in the crib, his gaze stopped for a moment on your little daughter's toy, a teddy bear that looked like a little cow.

“that's not…”

“Yes, it's Alicia's toy... she gave it to me one day as a gift for the baby.” You sat down next to him.

"ahhh.. always kind and selfless with her actions... even if that was the only thing she had left as a memory of our parents" the voice of the low-level man, it no longer had much power, it became weak.

“If she was always like this… you know she was the most excited about my pregnancy” a weak smile appeared on your lips.

“yes... even if you don't believe it deep down inside her, she wanted to get married and start her own family…. But now” he stopped, some tears ran down his eyes, after that he couldn't stop..

You didn't either, you also missed your best friend, the girl with whom you always shared secrets, with whom you did the craziest actions and the girl to whom you could tell all your feelings without her judging you.

You saw him cry, sitting next to him you hugged him trying to comfort him... with some tears in your eyes.

You knew that pain, you felt it when you thought your younger brother had died, but it was different, he would no longer see his sister breathing again and living again, he only had a grave to remember her.

“___... ___ … I can't continue like this” you agreed with his words, you ran your arms along his back trying to support him.

“I must avenge her... I must make sure her death is not for nothing, I will make them suffer like I did” you stopped your hand, that... that was not what you were thinking.

“no..hey..I don't think so”

“You may not like the idea, but listen to me…” the boy looked into your eyes, even if they were red.

“I was lost since her funeral, alone even though you all tried to be with me, full of anger, but seeing your Christmas letter with the picture of little Alice... I... I couldn't stop thinking what if something bad happened but this time with you, or with your little daughter, whom Alicia adored even before she was born” the small conversation full of sadness ended, starting with something deeper, it scared you to think about the point that the man next to you wanted to get to.

"Evil will always be surrounding us, we can't do anything... but we can prevent people from committing acts of evil." His melancholic state changed, a more determined voice came out of him.

“stop... don't even continue... what you're going to say isn't good” even with your hands tangling your hair, trying to calm yourself down, it was impossible.

“We must put an end to the villains.”

You sighed, even if you hadn't exercised, nor did you have a feeling of illness... you were still tired.

Seeing not only one man, but another sitting at your table... it was exhausting... you were just lost in your thoughts, while they talked about their new ideals with great interest.

You didn't trust what they said, it was dangerous, plus your morals would be at stake, you would hurt innocent people... you didn't want to do that, since you can remember you have been a coward, you would never stop being one.

“I don't think we should do this” you looked up at the men, they left their conversation behind just to listen to what you were saying.

“Come on___, this is something big, we will get rid of the criminals who have done nothing but take away our happiness, not only that we will stop living in fear that in a moment a crazy psychopath will threaten us or our loved ones, even if It's just one of their silly cat and mouse games with a hero” the new man who arrived at your house a few hours later, the man who also lost his beloved to a psychopath.

“He's right, we have something in our hands that will improve humanity once and for all, without the heroes showing up and claiming to be saving us.” Alicia's brother Nick defended the plan they were trying to get you to accept.

"Also, most of the time the heroes are as guilty as the villains, with their games for not getting rid of their threat from the beginning, they are guilty for creating villains and don't make me mention how they bring their enemies to the cities in Instead of solving it in their own homes, it is not fair that we are dragged along by their problems as well.”

The speech, that left you thinking, even when the men left, they left a card for you, a number and address.

You thought about the possibilities of doing it, joining them, over and over again you considered it, it was time to put things in order, but their plans were not exactly something you agreed with.

Hurting people, taking their lives from them, for their crimes, that was not fair, no one should judge that, you thought more about seeing them suffer, rot in one place until their last breath.

That was never possible, they always found a way to escape their sentence, to create chaos again.

It was supposed to be a happy day, you were supposed to be enjoying your daughter, dressing her in the most beautiful clothes you could find, singing her lullabies or telling her a story, although you knew very well that she couldn't understand you, you liked doing it, playing with your baby's toys, while she looked at you with her big eyes and smiled when you looked at her, use the television as background noise to liven up the atmosphere a little.

There was great happiness around you, but a small feeling invaded you until it became impossible, you were not enough, you did not deserve what you were experiencing, you had not done much to deserve it, they would take it away from you at some point, in front of your eyes, You would suffer a lot, again, just like when your mother left.

The woman who said she loved you, but left you, you were afraid that you would do the same with your daughter, leave her and make her suffer, that she would spend a life full of loneliness.

Soledad, you felt that, again, how stupid you were, how could you feel it when you had your dear daughter by your side, were you a bad person? If you were, you have always known, you don't deserve anything you have now, that's why your children were miserable.

No.. it wasn't miserable, in fact, you were lucky, you were just a spoiled child throwing a tantrum.

And now you cry, you shed tears like an innocent soul, what a bad person you were, crying in front of a baby, just for your life, one that was better than most children in almost all parts of the world.

You were disgusted.

You were scared, scared that everything would end, you deserved to be alone, but just thinking about it scared you.

You took the card.

After thinking about it very carefully, after leading a life in a spiral, you were no longer going to continue like this, you were going to change it and everything around you too.

“Hello guys... I've thought about it and I'm in.” Your tone of confidence was evident, your voice did not waver or tremble, you were going to do it, you would change your life.

“First introduce yourself” a serious voice surrounded you.

You were a little restless, the room you were in was cold, the disturbing synods of the machines upset you, the devices you had on were also uncomfortable.

“My name is ___” you said a few minutes later.

“Why are you here?”

“Are you seriously going to ask these unnecessary questions” you questioned the man who was on the other side of the room, using a speaker to communicate.

“It is necessary, part of the procedure, so that it is recorded that you are giving your consent” You sighed when you heard it, you don't know if you're doing the right thing, what if something bad happens... on the other hand, if this helps you improve, you'll do it, you can't continue in such a self-destructive spiral, harming yourself and your daughter.

And if by the way, if your idea worked, you would help the world improve, without the ideas of genocide of all criminals.

“Hey, I'm serious, I don't want lawsuits” It was good that in a serious moment they took a moment to joke.

“I am patient 01 and I will erase my memory” you looked at the camera in front of you, without showing any emotion.

But it wasn't enough, because the two men were still looking at you, waiting for you to continue talking.

“I want to erase all my self-destructive and sad thoughts that don't let me continue with my life…” you hesitated, you had to say everything you would erase from your head, or just a small introduction.

“continue” you no longer care about who was talking to you.

Everything you wanted to get rid of in your head came to the surface.

“everything since I was little, and I was afraid of everyone and the things that happened, the death of my mother... when I saw her leaving, abandoning me, her eyes losing their last traces of light when I entered that room” you needed carry a calm attitude, instead of getting upset, what kind of presentation would you give to the camera, you still hadn't started to say everything and you no longer had the strength to continue.

"forget the boy, who I considered my brother until he broke his promise, how he came back, but never for me, I forget... my whole family and what I experienced with them, their looks as if I never existed, I was never recognized as his sister and daughter, seeing all those women parade through my home, receiving more attention than I ever received from my father, those feelings of not being enough, even more so when my father confessed that he never saw me as his daughter, I was just a Little girl looking for love and I found my father's ear.”

“It was her mistake, it was her mistake that I existed, and dad could never take responsibility, I did, I stayed with my little mistake, who I love, I love her with great madness, I would do anything for her, I think That's why I'm in this place."

“I call him dad, most of the time I did and he never called me his daughter.”

“so I want to forget my depressive mother, my father's family, aaahhh and that man I knew” a small smile left your lips when you remembered him “Alice's father, please delete him” your voice became dark at the end, you couldn't anymore endure it, you cried, you let your tears fall and be caught on camera.

“You forgot your name, I need you to say it in full.”

“____.... ___ Wayne” you sobbed even as you spoke.

The recording ended, leaving the room silent.

"Well, you already met the mastermind behind everything and the first patient of our Alice or Wonderland project." The man who was still being interrogated interrupted the thoughts of all the heroes and their assistants who were present.

Many glances went towards a stoic-looking man in the middle of the room, who only saw the black screen.

Bruce didn't know how to react to such news, it was like a bucket of water, how come he had ruined it so much with you.

He had hurt you, he was the villain in your life, he couldn't handle that.

And now that it was yours, you became a woman involved in a big crime, you were also alone, you always seemed weak to him, now that was against him, what would you do to protect yourself in such a chaotic world, he couldn't even imagine that something bad is happening to you.

He needed to find you and repair what he did.

I'm sorry if there are errors in the use of he, she, and other pronouns.

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