#sunshine anon :’)

[my-castles-crumbling]

hey cas!

I havent sent an ask in a while but I think i need some advice here

So I'm in 10th grade, before my a-levels and I'm currently considering switching schools because of bullying and other issues with my school

I have two options, both schools would allow me to work at a higher level than I have so far, and I could work at my own speed instead of having to wait up

One of the schools is pretty elitarian and I'm not completely sure I'll even get in, because there's a whole application process and you need to do a lot of work, and the end of application is late December I think

So i would have to do a lot of work now, on top of what I already need to finish up for school assignments because I was ill a lot these past few weeks

It just feels kind of impossible to even do, not even cus I'm not good enough to get in but because it's so much in so little time and I don't know if I'll manage that

I guess the reason I'm telling you is just to get some reassurance and maybe if you have any, some tips on time management

Thanks❤️

-☀️

Hi!

Honestly if you are able to apply without completely stressing yourself out, I think you should.

Personally, I HATE what-ifs, and not applying leaves you with the question of 'what if I applied' you know? If applying will be super stressful, then I get it, but if it's worth getting that what-if out of your brain, then I think you should.

Good luck!

Naming you sunshine anon!

[wexhappyxfew]

Okay but to add to the Kennedy x Bucky Stalag thoughts, Kennedy grounds Bucky and gives him a sense of an anchor. Just like you said Shannon, he has someone he wants to take care of and whoops he’s just realized he’s in love.

But then… what’s this? The flip side, Kennedy also realizes she’s in love. All of a sudden these feelings are bubbling up for this protective, empathetic, caring man who is watching out for her and who has sorta been on her radar but she’s never really taken the time to notice. He’s holding her hand and listening to her talk about her trauma. And all of a sudden she realizes she’s not alone in this mess and she has someone who wants to watch out for her specifically because of who she is (not just that she’s a woman) and she wants to watch out for them too. She cares about all the boys in the 100th but this is different.

Please ignore if this is not the vibe, but this is where my mind went👉🏼👈🏼

-☀️

HI SUNSHINE ANON!!!!! <3333333 i saw this in the early hours of the morning before work and it positively made me so so happy and i was so excited to answer it!!! PLEASE KNOW. this is absolutely the vibe!!! you really seem to understand the dynamic between kennedy and bucky and it makes me so happy to see people express that through their analysis, depiction and dissection of these two. so truly! THANK YOU!!!! <333333 please enjoy my ramblings! i put it under the cut too incase i get lengthy haha (which i tend to do).....

kennedy ALSO realizing she is in love is HUGE. because let's dig into kennedy and her past for a moment - because we've done that with judy (and it is a heavy influence for) and it's only right we do that for kennedy (i feel the need to do it for annie now too haha).

KENNEDY THOUGH -- she comes from a wealthier background than most - we've seen the mentions, mom set her up with a few guys at the country club, had a fairly good childhood - pretty happy and joyful, attended parties and charity events with her family, she came from good things to say the least. a few other worthy mentions - kennedy was in love once before, she knows what it feels like to be in love and to be heartbroken - she protects herself (naturally). she grew up with all brothers, so she knows how to stand up for herself too when things aren't right.

SO, with bucky entering the picture - and most importantly, her realizing that she is in fact IN LOVE with bucky - takes a lot for her. she doesn't trust too easily and when someone is sticking their neck out for her, she usually is always questioning it. just like when she dumbs down bucky in that one fic where he said she could rest in his bunk after a nightmare - he was just being nice, kennedy says. she doesn't give herself really enough credit for things like this. and bucky blows that out of the water for her. and shows her that she CAN be loved.

i love your wording - this protective, empathetic, caring man who is watching out for her and who has sorta been on her radar but she’s never really taken the time to notice. HEAVY on the 'sorta been on her radar'. kennedy isn't blind. this definitely is on ideas for writing but, when she first met bucky, it was before their first practice run when kennedy became a waist gunner for him. he was all sweet as peaches, shaking her hand, offering some compliments on her shooting skills. and she remembered hearing about him before seeing him and so once she saw him, it sorta ticked in her mind like hm i like this guy, but nothing more. and then bucky was just always there - even when she moved to silver bullets. bucky was just....there. and so when his few attempts at expressing himself towards her don't go as planned, she distances a bit in a way. not entirely, but she thinks that if she gets too locked into the idea of them possibly even being people that work out with one another, she would never go back.

until bucky goes down. and she does too. and they're in the stalag. i would consider it their moment that just changes everything for them. because kennedy realizing like i am in love with this man and there's no stopping at this point, she absolutely makes it well-known. because let's be for real - she's hella protective over him right back. would 100% fight people for him (and he'd be proud as anything watching her). but....no doubt, her recognition of being in love with him makes her realize a whole lot more about life than before (and more moments that she shrugged off too).

also can i just-

She cares about all the boys in the 100th but this is different.

this is my favorite piece of the ask sunshine anon. like. YES. EXACTLY. kennedy is a fiercely protective and loyal friend. you don't mess with her. and she loves all the 100th boys with her every being - like: her and brady got drunk one time on schnapps and then bet each other to ride bikes at 2 in the morning with bessie to supervise them (bessie took them both back to barracks to tuck them into bed), kennedy and buck are VERY like-minded and have shared drinks before, kennedy has even helped hambone learn how to dance and not feel weird like!!!! BUT WITH BUCKY. it is a whole different ball game (literally lmao no pun intended). it just is. and she doesn't know why. until she realizes that. shit. she loves him. a whole lot.

[redactedparxdeaddove]

perverted stepdaddy awsten hiding in your closet waiting for you to get back from school, you’ve had a stressful day so when you get back you lock your door and slowly start rubbing your cunt. hands coated in slick, you get up and walk over to your closet to get your dildo; as you open the door, your stepdaddy instantly shoves his palm over your mouth so you can’t scream, and pushes you back onto your bed.

“my dirty little girl, why do you need a toy? daddy’s here, i’ll make you feel better.” an evil smirk washes over his face, “take my cock out.”

you shake your head and cry, unable to overpower awsten’s strength but not giving in. awsten aggressively yanks your wet panties down your legs and stuffs them in your mouth so you still can’t scream, no matter how hard you try. he slaps you across the cheek and his smirk has now faded into an anger-filled scowl.

“useless fucking slut” awsten pants, “i’ll fucking do it myself then.” he unbuttons his jeans and pulls his fly down, pulling his cock out and rubbing it against your dripping cunt, lining himself up with your tight virgin hole. he slowly pushes in, and tears of pain drip down your stinging cheek as he stretches you out.

“oh, fuck— see baby, this feels better than that toy, doesn’t it?” stepdad speeds his thrusts up, moaning louder in bliss, but your pain keeps worsening. he pinches and twists your nipples, his smirk returning as he sees you wince in torture. “such a nice fucking hole for your dad— fuck— i wish we’d done this sooner. oh, fuck baby— daddy’s gonna cum, oh, shit— yes” awsten growls as he empties himself into your hole, filling you up with his warm semen, the unfamiliar sensation making you feel queasy.

awsten pulls out of you and watches his load drip down your abused hole and all over your bedsheets. he tosses a roll of toilet paper to you before buttoning his pants back up and walking towards the door. “your mom’s gonna be home soon, clean yourself up before then. and if you dare tell her or anybody else about this, i will kill you.” your stepdad threatens, before closing your door and leaving you in tears.

(sunshine anon!)

<33

[decaydanceredacted]

i just want to be andy’s little plaything that he can use whenever. pulling me i to closets, bending me over his drum kit, using me as a cocksleeve while hes gaming. just. ugh.

him humiliating me in front of the band by telling about how desperate and willing i am, and then proving it by pulling me into his lap and making me ride his cock right there until im a drooling whiny mess and i cum all over his legs. and then after quickly pumping a load into me, he pulls me off of him and takes me to get cleaned up while the guys pick their jaws up off the floor.

but as soon as we’re alone he gets all jealous and possessive because he saw me looking at patrick so much and says that trick couldn’t stop staring at me. how he bit his lip and rubbed himself over his jeans while i was getting fucked in front of him. if i wanted to fuck patrick so bad i should have just asked him for permission because of course he would let his best friend borrow his little pet <3

- sunshine anon (i mean what who said that)

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[dearreader]

🌅🌅🌅

hi hi hi, how are you today? how is you day going? 💛

I can't believe this year is over, especially in the swiftie side of tumblr it feels a lot has happened that my brain cannot even comprehend 🤯

would you mind sharing with me three things you are grateful for from this year? :)

also, would you mind sharing what were your favorite blogs this year? Just trying to spread some positivity ;)

- ☀️

hello!!!! i’ll call you sunshine anon. but my day was good!!! i saw my friend and we got lunch and watched miss americana

but three of my favorite things was seeing the eras tour with my sister, going to a taylor swift night with my friend alyssa and being runner up in lip sync battle, and going to my friend’s wedding in san francisco (she was so beautiful)

and some of my favorite blogs!!!!: @kurumiimaris @iknowitwontwork @stood-onthecliffside @anervousmirrorball @silkchifffon @wouldvebeensweet @daenerys-targaryen @youareinlove @youreonyourownkid @deathbyathousandcuts @decoratedlawns @doublesdare @cages-boxes-hunters-foxes @thesonofneptune @fullmetalswift @longlivestv @tiwtdafs @singlethread @persaephone @whydoifeelthisquiet and a lot more i can’t think of right now but i genuinely love everyone on here and they all made me so happy this year

[teabutmakeitazure]

also !!! if her opinion doesn't change, what about finding haircuts online that you would like to have and let her choose one of them for you to have ? it might not be the greatest solution buuuut at least you get to cut your hair !

sorry if it makes no sense, i sometimes have a hard time explaining ,,,

- sunshine anon ! (pt.2 ??)

thank you for the kind words sunshine anon! we reached a middle ground of having shorter layers in front and longer hair in the back. I do want to have longer hair honestly but it's such a hassle to maintain it :')

maybe someday I will have the strength o7

[sakiyaki-sashimi]

jirai/menhera sphere internet's top genki girls fr

you deserve all the popularity and i think you're really recognizable here too

you genuinely give me platonic comfort even though i know it's a lot of cope cos at the end of the day were strangers but still

its the kindness and sunshine that counts ♡

SQUEALING AND FLAILING MY HANDS NOW WAHHHHH?!?!?!!!!!!!

I can’t believe I’m someone’s number 1 genki!!!! Like- of all the jirais?????? I’m so so honored!!!!

Being recognizable is genuinely the best compliment ever im always so scared of not fitting in the jirai sphere or being forgotten 😖😖😖😖

And hearing that I give u comfort makes me smile so so wide like AHHHHHH!!!! We don’t have to be strangers if u don’t want!!! <33 it’s not a cope bc ily2!

YOURE SO KIND AND SWEET AND SILLY SO THANK UUU!!!

Ahhh if u ever come back I’d love you to claim an emoji bc now ur like TOP anon for me!!! For now I’ll call you sunshine anon! <3

Thank you for the ask this made my day!!!!

[ticklygiggles]

Hi! I also wanted to drop in and say that I LOVED the Kurodai au and would absolutely love to read more if you decide to continue it!! Regardless, it was so cool and creative and so wonderfully written (as always)!!

💛 Sunshine

AJKSDKKF THANK YOU SO MUCH! Aaaaaaa yes I definitely would love to write more about it hehehe I'm glad it had a good acceptance I was WORRIED hehehehe thank you so much! 💞💖

[milkingmymilkman]

i got these californa rolls!

he stabbed his food with a chopstick.

ya want one?

-☀️

Oh no, I wouldn't want to take any of your food from you

*he has shrimp tempura rolls*

[the-great-donatello]

i know far more about minecraft than is healthy-

have you ever watched ninjago.?

-sunshine anon

Never have.

[traumasurvivorshelpingsurvivors]

also just to clarify with the friend situation- I wasn't aware she (A) was harassing anyone else and honestly gaslit myself into thinking I was overreacting. The second my other friend (B)!came forward I blocked A on everything and from what I last heard she's lost a lot of other friends which is what she deserves. Honestly I'm a lil fucked up from it and really angry at myself for not fucking seeing it when I'm sure it happened *in my fucking house* but I've kind of put processing that on a back burner for now yk.

And for the record I love and support B- unfortunately she didn't feel like she could tell me what happened until recently because she thought me and A were closer (I also just hadn't said anything about what A was doing to me) and our mutual friends respected that boundary- so while I'm sad I didn't know earlier there are literally no feelings of resentment towards B ♥️ I know I shouldn't have to clarify this kind of stuff but yeah.

Hey sunshine anon,

I'm sorry to hear about the situation with your friends.

It can be really jarring to discover that a friend has done something awful. I'm glad to hear that you blocked A, but I completely understand your emotions about the situation. Please know that your emotions are valid, but also consider that you didn't know until you did, and to try not to hold that against yourself. Easier said than done, of course.

I'm glad that B felt that she could trust you enough to tell you, and I hope that your relationship with her has strengthened in light of the situation.

I hope I could help. As always, we're here if you need anything.

-Bun

[azariahobslove]

MEEEEOOOOWWW welcome back. Don't ask. Yk who this is.

Ah, a stranger! Who could this be... Nah but hi sunshine, longtime no see.

[wexhappyxfew]

Shannon I don’t know your plan for the rest of the camps and the forced march, but can you imagine Bucky’s immense stress and protective instincts with Kennedy when the soldiers start shooting and the camp is in shambles😭

-☀️

SUNSHINE ANON HEYYYY!!!!!! so lovely to see you in my inbox ahhh HI!!!! OMG. i have a few prompts that have come in that have since marinated in my brain and will be focused on a portion of areas of the transition from the camps to the forced march and let's just say i am going to be in the flow of PURE ANGST AND WHUMP!!!!

STOPPPPP OMG (plz insert me sobbing right here right now) knowing what we know about bucky and kennedy's feelings towards one another right now and what they've told one another - and what we can absolutely see is deep love and care for each other as well - i ca only imagine what goes through both their minds the second the signal is given that they'll be going on a march. here's a little something i scribbled down at the thought (it's a little messy, a little wordy too but it was my first thoughts and just....i am in SHAMBLES!!!):

He was grabbing her arm. Even despite the thick leather of the A2 jacket she wore, swaddled around her very being, his grip was as tight, if not the strongest, she’d ever felt it be. And they’d all had lackluster food and water since arriving here.

Kennedy looked up at him, his eyes ablaze with something dark and deep down she could see the fear. Something he had tried to hide and tuck away inside of him. Yet, when she looked up into him, she could see it - it was only growing.

"Stick close to me." Bucky said quietly between themselves as the rush of the airmen around them, consumed them - loud boots slapping against the wooden floor, shouts and yells echoing down the long hallway, bodies slamming into one another as the cold from the outside slowly managed to chill her bones. Kennedy couldn't think past much else except hanging onto Bucky and trying to stay warm. Two of the most important aspects she had found herself drawn to.

At some point in the chaos, Bucky had wrapped his arm around her shoulders and practically attached her to his side - and she was sure it was the only thing grounding in this moment in time. There was no destination it seemed, and there wasn't a clue as to what entirely was going on and how long they'd be marching. All she knew is that the Allies were closing in, and the Germans were trying to stay just out of their reach.

And that meant moving the entire camp and every person in it, burning the place behind them to the ground.

As she walked beside Bucky, who remained firm, steely and as solid as a damn rock beside her, the only thought in her mind as waves of fear and nostalgia and anguished grief seemed to hit her was that she wanted to go home. And what hurt more was that her body had been so many places in a short span of time that she wasn't even sure where home was to her anymore.

"You okay, Kenny?" she heard Bucky calling to her as the shouting continued, dogs barking and snapping in the background, fire smoldering to the dark sky above them.

"Yeah," she managed out, looking up to catch his gaze which knew better it seemed than to trust her words, "fine." Bucky paused for a moment there as people rushed around him and reached up a gloved hand to pull the beanie on her head down a bit more, tucking in a few bits of her scarf alongside that. It was short and to the point, but he pressed a quick kiss to her cheek and then looked at her.

"I'm not letting go of you, alright?" he said, gloved hand snaking down to her own as he pulled it to his chest, "Hold on to me."

[damiel-of-real]

gaster hotdog comic here pleaseplease please

cackling. ok sure

SEQUEL

[decaydanceredacted]

oh my god cringefail loserboy law and order patrick i need him so BADLYYY like idc that hes a murderer i wanna suck his dick sloppy style

-sunshine anon

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[onmyyan]

Ain't no sunshine

A/N: neglected reader x yandere batfam part one if y'all like this I'll continue it feedback always welcome 🤗 part 2

Your mother always spoke so fondly of your father, this certain warmth fell over her whenever you asked about him, as if he was the great love of her life, but even at your young age, you could also sense the heavy air of sadness around her whenever you brought him up.

As a child, your curiosity about the man seemed to be never-ending, it didn't help that your mom talked about him, about how you'd meet him someday. She inadvertently set you up, instilling you with this unfortunate expectation of him being just as excited to meet you as you were him.

Having the city's most famous bachelor as a father felt like some weird dirty secret. Seeing him on TV with his adopted kids- how happy they looked filled you with such a profound sense of longing, a feeling you were far too young to understand. TV was the only reason you could even put a face to a name, he was constantly in the news. Your childlike curiosity and fondness for the man soured with each view of him wrapped around some model or cutting some stupid ribbon where the crowd around him applauds every time he so much as shifts.

Your mother never badmouthed him despite the way he so clearly abandoned her, she had this fantasy where he'd come walking in the door declaring his undying love, over the years you learned to simply smile and nod, you knew it was a delusion.

She never allowed herself to move on, it was something you'd forever hold against the man. He'd ruined your mom in a way she was incapable of recovering from and that alone had Bruce on your bad side long before the unfortunate day you were dropped in his life.

The woman loved and raised you as best she could but a single mother forced to support herself through her pregnancy, could only do so much. In truth, you'd been forced to grow up long before you were dumped at Wayne's doorstep. Your sweet mother had been caught in the criminal underbelly of Gotham, something that seemed to happen to many good people in this town, she turned to unsavory means to provide for you and it caught up with her quickly.

She worked double shifts so most days you had to walk home alone, thankfully the local scumbags of your neighborhood had a soft spot for the woman and in turn, you. Despite how dangerous and crime-riddled your neighborhood was, you never felt afraid walking home, not until the day the firetrucks went screaming past you, something about them had your stomach sinking, your little feet pumping faster towards your home, you smelled the smoke before you saw it, and you'll never forget the sight, how dark it made the already grey Gotham skies, how horribly loud the sirens were, the way your neighbor picked you up, shielding your eyes as he pushes you into his chest. You can still remember the heat from the flames as they consumed your small home. You stood unmoving, unblinking as the roaring fire destroyed everything you'd ever known.

To make matters worse, Jim Gordon, the chief of police happened to be the cop on call, and because of that he inevitably noticed something in your eyes, something in your face so strikingly familiar, that despite this being your first meeting, he could feel in his gut he knew you. It bothers him so much that he follows his hunch and does a blood test the second they get you to the station, his theory is confirmed when your DNA comes back matching the Playboy of Gotham City

Jim tries to comfort you but he knows you'll never be the same after losing your mother. He takes you straight to Bruce's door hoping your Father could help soothe the unimaginable hurt you were going through.

Bruce had no idea how to deal with you. In his defense, you happened to come into his life broken, needing guidance and parental love, at the worst possible time, the same day you're plopped at his feet is the same there's a massive breakout at Arkham, the casualties are already in the fifties, not to mention how high that number would jump the longer he left his more worrisome foes out.

In this mess of emotional turmoil, the last thing Bruce needed was a kid plopped in his lap, but it's what he gets. He was seconds from suiting up when Jim dropped you off.

With some half-assed excuse, you don't even really register, Bruce ushers you inside by the wrist only to drop you off with Alfred, he bolts to the batmobile in an effort to not waste any more of his time, knowing he could be saving lives.

He swore to himself once he fixed this problem, he'd give you his full attention, after all, he knew exactly what you were feeling right now, all the confusion and guilt, the anger and despair, he knew he was the one to comfort you, who'd be able to give you the support you needed.

The thing is, problems in Gotham are never truly quite fixed, are they?

Alfred doesn't know anything about your situation other than that you were Bruce's daughter, he can tell you're traumatized by the glossy look in your big eyes, how you limply held his hand as he showed you to the kitchen, he treats you kindly, speaking softly and getting you settled in your too big room in your too big bed, it felt so bare, so empty, it made that hollow feeling in your chest deeper.

This is the first of many nights you cry yourself to sleep.

The next day Bruce officially introduces himself, sitting across from you at a large table, the distance feeling three miles long. You numbly eat, taking small bites, not truly hungry, but you didn't want to hurt the nice Butler's feelings after hearing he made every elegant dish before you. You're still quiet and don't look happy to be here but you respond when Bruce asks you questions, wanting to be cooperative, because, despite the hellish situation, you need a parent right now.

He can only offer you this brief moment of connection before he's called away, Batman's job was never truly over after all. He gives you a stiff pat on your shoulder before leaving, it's the most he's touched you since you've come here.

At that moment, swallowing how uncomfortable you were in your new situation, you stop him with a gentle tug to his arm, eyes teary and wet, your young mind needed the comfort of a trusted adult, needed someone to look at you with a warm smile and tell you it was all going to be okay, but you can't ask for it... The words dry and shrivel on your tongue, so instead you simply stare at him, eyes full of a mix of emotions, silently pleading for him to stay, to hold you, anything, other than walk away.

But he doesn't, what he does is give you that perfect T.V. smile, the one you grew up seeing him give at charity galas and somehow it felt warmer through the screen, he removes your hand gently, "I'm sorry (Y/n), I really have to go, if you need anything at all Alfred can help you out okay? I'll be home soon." The smile he sends you doesn't reach his eyes as he rushes to exit, this is the first time your father breaks your heart.

The second time he breaks it is when he introduces you to some of the rest of his family. Dick Grayson needed no introduction as his adoption into the Wayne family had been heavily televised, his face was the one you were most familiar with, despite this, it was still odd to meet someone you'd grown up watching on your old little television with envy in your (e/c) eyes, the feeling of otherness was only amplified as you walked into the manor's dining room on what looked like a sweet familial lunch, the dark-haired man opens his mouth to greet you but is cut off by Bruce's stern voice, "(Y/n),

The third time Bruce breaks your heart is when Damian arrives, he shows up a good year after you, by now your were closest to Alfred, you'd made a habit of texting Dick and Barbara updates on Bruce and the homes state, considering they didn't live at the manner like Tim, and only ever rarely received texts back from Barbara.

The moment you meet your younger brother you can sense the difference between the two of you instantly. He looks like Bruce, standing tall despite being shorter than you, he turned his nose up at you as Bruce introduces him. Dick is there too, which makes things worse because of the visible effort he's putting into Damian.

You do your best to try to befriend him at first, offering to show him around the large manner to which he scoffs. Like you've offended him with your question.

"As if I need a nobody like you to show me around my home." He never hid his feelings of disdain, often and frequently letting you know just how inferior to him he thought you were, granted at this point Damian thinks this about most people, but it still felt like a knife twisted in your gut each time he ruthlessly rejects you.

It doesn't help that Bruce seems so eager to spend time with him, how they're always together when you had to fight him to spare you five minutes, they bonded so fast, it made your insecurities bubble over each time they scurry off together in a rush, you once grew brave enough to ask them if you can join but the second the request leaves your lips, Bruce is shutting it down.

"I'm sorry, I have business at the office I need Damian for, next time." Bruce says as they leave, his smile just as empty as his promise, the smug look Damian gives you feels like gravel and dirt being smeared into your carved open flesh.

You try to talk to Dick whenever he comes around, one afternoon, the rain is so heavy in Gotham you decide to stay home, a small voice inside you cruelly reminds you it was also a cheap ploy for some kind of attention from Bruce, by the afternoon you figure the school has alerted him of your absence, deciding to face whatever consequences awaited you, you go downstairs, subconsciously keeping your footfall light, a nervous habit you picked up after Damian said you shook the whole house when you walked.

You overhear him talking with Dick in the kitchen when you tiptoe down the stairs, you were quiet, so quiet they don't hear you, "How's the case going?" There was always this audible warmth in Bruce's tone whenever he spoke to Dick, "Fine, I got a lead I'm pretty confident with, gonna-" He stops talking as you step on a creaky floorboard. "My department is pretty confident that is." You round the steps with a small smile, but only Dick returns it.

"Hello, how've you been?" you'd ask earnestly, "Good thanks!" he'd say, but that would be it, the friendly man was never mean to you per se, he just had this terrible habit of forgetting you. You kept to yourself a lot, seeing you so rarely it felt hard not to forget when he had so much going on, not only in Bludhaven but Bruce had been calling him to Gotham more and more to help deal with Damian, he had his hands full, not to mention the sudden rise of crime in Gotham.

Barbara likes you, she really does, but being Oracle took up every moment of her free time, she was a focused woman and people in this town always needed her help. She had a room in the manner dedicated to her vigilante work, the villains were getting bolder and more frequent in their attacks and Bruce needed her help constantly. And it wasn't just him calling on her skills, everyone was constantly asking her for things because they knew she could get them, that's just how she was, everyone but you.

Whenever she was in the manner working, you were always the one to tell her dinner was done or remind her to drink water, and bring her coffee when she hadn't left her office all day, you were reaching out in a way that didn't overwhelm her, like you could see she was stressed, but she was like a horse with blinders on.

Tim meets you while he's still neck deep in his search for revenge against captain boomerang, which unfortunately means he's short-tempered and stuck in a permanent work mode, he's cross with his close family, so it's no surprise he's even quicker to anger with you, you're intentions are as pure as can be, you see him awake late into the night, his bedroom door open, and say genuinely, "It's so late Tim, maybe you should try to get some sleep-"

"Maybe you shouldn't stick your nose where it doesn't belong?" He snaps back without so much as looking away from his screen, he was already on edge, defensive as Bruce had been nagging him all day not to overwork himself, he says this with pure venom, so much irritation and malice it makes your bottom lip wobble, he doesn't see the way you flinch at his anger, the way you sink into yourself.

It seemed like each time you tried to reach out to them, to bridge the obvious gap between you, it just made things worse. His comment hit you like a bus, only furthering the nasty idea that had been gnawing at you since you'd arrived, you didn't belong here.

You didn't belong with them.

When you meet Jason, it's about a year and a half into your stay, you were in the same uncomfy position in terms of your closeness with the Family, or rather lack thereof, and the day you meet, things are bright for the first time since you've moved in. You're in the kitchen making yourself lunch when he stealthily climbs in through the window, this scares the shit out of you, having never met him before, you brandish your peanut butter-covered butter knife towards him, "Woah! Easy there, I used to live here I swear." Jason says clearly amused by your fierce stance, he smiles at you with a warmth you'd grown unfamiliar with, "Shit- sorry I thought you were a burglar or something." You say laughing off your nervousness, dropping the knife in the sink as he leans against the counter.

"And if I was..you planned on buttering me to death?" He teases, you feel yourself snort before you can stop it, "Maybe, consider yourself lucky we never have to find out." This makes Jason chuckle under his breath, it still felt extremely weird for him to be back here, just recently becoming cordial with Bruce, but he enjoyed your company. nonetheless.

"You're (Y/n) right? Bruce's newest kid?" He notices the way your smile falls, how you turn to finish making your lunch, the mere mention of his name seems to deflate your once bright aura. "That's me." You seem to say this with a heaviness that doesn't belong on someone so young, "Who are you?" He scoffs lightly at your question, before leaning over, swiping half of your sandwich with a playful grin, "Wow, they didn't tell you about me? Figures, whatever, I'm Jason." He shakes your hand, and for the first time in years you feel good like you weren't on the edge of fucking something up, but then Jason's watch beeps and he leaves. He gently ruffles your hair, "Good to meet you kid, see you around yeah?"

Jason was like the sunshine breaking through the clouds of your new life, but eventually, his own life gets busier and busier, his monthly visits turn into a short call every once, and not long after, even that stops, he's busy ripping Gotham criminals to pieces, consumed by his rage. He just assumes you're fine, that everything is okay, after all, you never complained about it.

You know something is going on with them, their hushed conversations and seemingly never-ending parade of bruises and mysterious cuts start to add up, the way they disappeared at night, but it's only on your fifteenth birthday that you finally figure out what they'd been hiding. Bruce and Damian suddenly rushed away from your birthday dinner, you turn on the news as Alfred boxes up the mostly untouched food, watching you blow out your candles with a sad smile., Bruce and Damian's portions go cold and untouched.

Batman and Robin arrive on the scene just a few minutes after your father and your younger brother dash away. it's only then do you really notice how similar the dynamic duo looks to your two family members.

This is the final straw, when you realize what they've been hiding under your nose this whole time is.. infuriating to say the least, all of a sudden the isolation and otherness makes sense, of course they excluded you, you weren't a member of their little club. This night is the last you spend yearning for them, the bitter, festering anger that had been building over the years only intensifies as you stew in your rage.