#tw neglect

[pumpkinsplicelatte]

Maybe it's because I was a neglected child but whenever my friends are like "I'm annoying" or "let me know if I'm too clingy" I'm like. No. BE ANNOYING. BE CLINGY. For fuck's sake be annoying!!! Be clingy!!!

I revel in the companionship of others and have too long been denied. I'm really good at being alone so if I'm spending time with you please know that I'm doing it because I like being around you.

[theembersys]

[miralax-gatorade]

Ok I just watched this video and not only is it a great analysis of a story that I like, but it’s an actual realistic and respectful discussion about disability in horror imo. I’ve put tws relevant to the video in the tags, but lmk if I need to add more.

[fuckedupguybutchill]

There's people in my life who say they care and love me. They say they're thinking of me. That they can't imagine a world without me. If that's the case, then why do I feel so alone? These people don't even know who I truly am. They love and care for someone else because that person is just not me.

[childrensrightsrehumanrights]

Children deserve healthcare and vaccines despite their parents beliefs. Bodily autonomy and healthcare is a human right.

Tw neglect

[arson-acousticophobia]

That time i discovered I had more phobias than I realized. Thanks Mom and Dad. Not all affection is good. Remember if you ever feel uncomfortable remember you are a human being who deserves their space and respect. You don’t deserve anything you don’t want. They don’t owe you anything. I wish someone had told me this before I grew up. If anyone ever needs to vent and feels comfortable enough I’ll be here <3

[healingwhateveriswrongwithme]

It's amazing how little I care about my mother. It's been about half a year since I've seen her and I just. dgaf.

I don't feel any connection between us, she's just a woman that I'm related to. That's all. I don't miss her and don't want to talk to her I only think about her when she messages me.

But she thinks about me. She misses me. Why?? She neglected me for years and now that she's officially got rid of me (gave away guardianship and everything) she suddenly cares? Bullshit. I've thought about it ever since she left and I can't understand why.

[herelieskenna]

Hellooooo this was the scariest dog ive ever met because he had brain damage from a heat stroke and it made him frantically attack anything that touched him :^)))))))))

I’ve never seen an animal so frenzied and wild-eyed before or since :)

[asdfghjklartblog]

Hey how long do you want next chapter to be, I could either release the second chapter in the next day or three if you’re okay with it being shorter or it might take like a week if you guys want it longer.

The difference is that if you choose the shorter one, you probably won’t meet Jason until chapter 3 and if you choose longer one well, we’ll meet Jason and we’ll get some fluff.

[tudboat]

Hc for a stobotnik comic rattling around in my brain keeping in mind that movie Robotnik timeline has a different history than the games:

Ivo and Maria are siblings. He was born right around the time Maria passed away and his parents were so overcome by grief that they couldn’t care for him as an infant, and he was taken away.

Ivo grew up in a group home and only found out about his parents and his late sister in his pre-teens. He was tipped off to their previous address but they had long since moved, but the house stayed abandoned in terrible disarray.

He knew the reason he was abandoned was Maria. He wasn’t good enough. He was a genius, outperforming his peers in every way but he wasn’t worthy of their love.

He resented Maria, he knew nothing about her until the brief mention from Gerald. In his final hours, he still wasn’t enough for his family.

But he was always enough for Stone.

[mewos-laptop]

Ok here's some questions (NO PRESSURE TO ANSWER THEM ALL! answer whichever ones you think are the most interesting to you)

Does Corey wear the cross in his design because of a connection in his mind between religion and his mother?

Did Charlotte help with the development of the animatronics at all, specifically costume design-wise?

How does Charlotte feel about the Emily family? Henry specifically

Who are Elizabeth's friends?

Does Elizabeth's protective nature ever cause her to strike back against Michael?

Does Michael have any specific problem which is causing his bullying due to being left unregulated? (For example, depression manifesting in anger issues, or bipolar disorder/bpd/something causing mood swings or unregulated anger, or something like that)

Does Corey still have his Fredbear? Is it actually alive, or an animatronic being controlled remotely, or is it just a product of Corey's young imagination?

Is Charlotte still in the family by the time the younger children die? If so, how does she react to that, and how does her relationship with Michael change post-bite?

How does William's relationship with Michael change post-bite?

Seriously heed the tags on this. I go into detail about the abuse and neglect the Afton children face, and pulled from my own childhood and family trauma at points. Don't fuck yourself up reading my FNAF fanfiction, seriously

1: that's definitely a part of it. He sees his mother as a comforting figure, and Charlotte is most comfortable interacting with Corey since he's so young, and doesn't have a lot of the complexities that start appearing in tweens and teens. Charlotte worries a lot about the family staying together, as family is very important to her, and due to her leaning on her Christianity to cope with that, she's tried to get the rest of the family to come to church with her again, as well as be more faithful. No one but Corey really agreed to it, though, so he's the only one in the family who wears the cross that Charlotte bought for him (although he mostly wears it because he doesn't know how to say no to anyone, much less his mother)

2: absolutely !! William isn't a very artistic person, so he would have for sure gotten Charlotte to help him dress and design the animatronics

4: She's friends with some of the frequenters of the pizza place, as well as Charlie !! She's friends/acquaintances with most if not all of the FNAF 1 victims, and in general is a bubbly and social person. She does run into the issue of believing her connections to be closer than they really are, but she's well-meaning and sees the best in everyone when she can, which makes her someone easily befriended

5: yes !! She's gotten into her fair share of arguments with him, and when she can she tries to steer Corey clear of him. She's a bit fearful of Michael, truthfully, but she still loves him, and wants to see him get better, even if she doesn't understand what's wrong with him

6: yes. All of the children were victims of William's abuse, but for Michael he was specifically physically "punished" for things when he was a child by William. He's blocked out a lot of the abuse he suffered, but as a teenager those feelings resurface, and he doesn't cope with them well. He knows that something happened to him, but he doesn't know who to blame or what to do, so he ends up lashing out at most people. He leans heavily on substance use to cope, as well, having been introduced to it by his friend group. A lot of this is definitely due to depression as well, however a large part of it is also due to him not handling his trauma from physical abuse well, and being a witness to William's violent behavior. Charlotte was left virtually unaware of most of this, due to her working most of the time and Michael being watched over by William while she worked

7: yes ! Fredbear's speaking is in fact just Corey's childish imagination. Corey in specific is a very lonely child, and even when he's around Liz, who is the sibling he feels most safe around, he doesn't feel present or included. He's quietly envious of Elizabeth's ability to make friends so easily, and that manifests in him making his OWN "friendship" in the form of his Fredbear plush. He's often seen clutching Fredbear and whispering to himself, seemingly in an attempt to imitate the "personality" of his Fredbear plush and "be comforted by him." He also speaks about Fredbear as if he was a separate, conscious person, which is seen by his parents as just an imaginary friend

8: she is. When the two youngest die, she's completely wrecked, and blames William most of all for what happened. She divorces him, however once the divorce proceedings go through, she mysteriously disappears and becomes a missing persons case. She experiences a lot of guilt regarding Corey's death in specific, and blames herself for not trying harder to intervene between him and Michael, but at the end of the day she sees William's faults in the situation, and did what she needed to do to get as much closure as she could

9: he essentially disowns Michael. He kicks him out of the house without a second thought and doesn't let him back in. Michael eventually gives up trying to beg his father to let him back in, and goes to stay with a friend, and couch-surfs for months until he ends up completely homeless as his friends move away and stop talking to him.

[rainandsugarcane2000]

For extra context my dad used to neglect me (I showered once a week, did not change my clothes in between showers and was constantly exposed to stuff i shouldnt have been) and has had moments where my partner was genuinely concerned I was being molested as a kid (afaik I was not)

But now my dad is great most of the time and does his best to be a good parent to me and my partner (he used to try for my younger half sis who also lost her dad but due to custody she's not around anymore) so if I talk abt having had bad father figure or even no father figure he gets frustrated which I kinda get but at the same time my dad just avoided me and physically locked me away from him so he didn't have to deal with me.

So it's like it feels like he doesn't accept my past struggles but at the same time I don't know how to help with his bc I never physically had no dad. But like again when he was around he didn't do good, he fed me bugs and mold and also knowingly let my mom drunk drive me around so like what do I even do

i think it's perfectly valid to vent about all of that. it sounds like a really shitty situation and nobody ever deserves that kind of treatment.

id still ask to vent, but i dont think you should feel bad if you do it on accident. that is extremely traumatic for a kid and i think its fair to need reassurance of those things, especially from your partner.

my ask box is always open for anything, on or off anon. you dont need to trigger warn anything, im here to listen <3. hugs 🫂🫂 im sorry you went through that, im glad its starting to get a bit better even if that doesn't erase the trauma he put you through.

as someone whos lost their dad i sometimes do feel jealous over people in a loving household, but i also understand how abusive and neglectant some can be. with your partner they might still be processing their loss so it may take some time for them to understand what you went through.

for comforting them i recommend just listening. offering some sort of support, whether that be a hug or just a "im sorry that mustve really sucked, i love you". alot of the time for me i just want someone to listen and be there, you dont have to really say much.

dw <3 im happy to try to help <3

[killed-by-choice]

Detoria Nicole Brown, 27 (USA 2005)

Joyce Brown, the mother of 27-year-old Detoria, wrote to the California Department of Health Services in January of 2006 requesting an investigation into the death of her daughter. It took nearly a year for them to reply.

On December 1, 2005, Detoria went to Los Angeles County USC Medical Center for a legal abortion. She had health problems that made her a high-risk client and required careful attention in follow-up.

Detoria had sickle cell anemia, which had caused sickle lung disease for some time. Abortion has been known to trigger sickle cell crisis in those who have the trait, with fatal examples including Margaret Davis, Barbara Riley and Betty Hines. The coroner also noted that Detoria apparently suffered an adverse effect from meperidine, the generic form of the drug Demerol. The warnings on Demerol state that the drug should not be used on someone with breathing problems because it will further depress respiratory functions. Given that Detoria was a chronic lung disease patient, meperidine was a dubious choice for the facility to use.

The problems with LAC-USC’s treatment of Detoria did not end there. After the abortion, she began to deteriorate and needed to remain at the hospital. Two days after the abortion, it was determined by a hematologist that she needed an exchange transfusion of blood immediately or her organs would start to shut down. This may mean that Detoria was bleeding internally or suffering a predictable sickle cell crisis.

Detoria might have survived the complications of her abortion if she’d been given the transfusion, which at most would have taken an hour and a half to complete. However, despite the hematologist’s urgent warning, LAC-USC never performed the transfusion. They had the equipment for it, but Detoria’s mother was told that they didn’t have a technician or nurse available to run it. Over eight hours had elapsed since the emergency transfusion was ordered, and the lifesaving treatment had still not been administered. She died without ever receiving it.

Although the county coroner’s autopsy report acknowledged Detoria’s sickle cell disorder and her reaction to the drugs used (in addition to pneumothorax and subclavian lymphoid hyperplasia), it failed to even mention her recent pregnancy, the abortion or the neglect that sealed her fate. The cause of death was listed as “accident” instead of negligence on the official case report.

Detoria’s parents received a list of deficiencies that the health department found at LAC-USC, along with a plan of correction. They then tried to sue for wrongful death now that they had undeniable solid proof, but their lawsuit was dismissed because a court ruled that May of 2007 was too late to file a wrongful death suit for someone killed in 2005. The family had submitted an application for leave to file a late claim, but it was rejected along with the case.

Los Angeles County Coroner’s case 2005-09160

[asdfghjklartblog]

My Time

Trans masc reader x yandere batfam

Part 1 (here), Part 2, Part 3

I’ve been getting into vocaloid songs, or like songs that use Teto and Miku’s voices. Anyways since I used to be really into Miku I wanted to use that cause well… What kind of person doesn’t love Miku?

I hope you guys like it. I think there’s some spelling mistakes or typos and if there is, sorry :P but otherwise I don’t got much to say! Good reading! It’s about 5.8k words! Yay!

Your mother, m/n was a beautiful woman. Strong, charming, and stubborn, at least that’s what your daddy said. And you might not remember mommy, but you trust daddy. He says that mommy loved you, that she loved you so much, but that she couldn’t come back. You didn’t really understand, not at the time. I mean how could a two-year-old grapple with the concept of death? However, even though your mom left, you weren’t lonely, you had daddy. Daddy wasn’t your real father, no, but he’s the one that’s been loving you and taking care of you. He’s the one that told you stories when you went to bed, tucked you in and kissed you good night. He held you when you were scared, cuddled you when you wanted love. He was everything you could ever want, he promised to stay with you till you got sick of him. He promised he’d be there for you no matter what.

You woke up for your first day of preschool, and when you go to look at your little froggy clock you saw that it was already 9 in the morning. You ran over to your daddy’s room excitedly chattering about how you were going to be late because of him which makes you giggle, because usually daddy would chastise and tease you about making them late. You open the door to find him still, there’s stab wounds all over his chest and dried blood all over the bed, his eyes are dull and lifeless and there’s bruises at his neck and wrists.

You shiver as a breeze comes through the open window. You stand there for a while, confused on what to do. There’s this bad feeling in your stomach but despite that you slowly approach the bed. You poke your dad and try to wake him up, you notice that he’s cold, daddy’s never cold. He’s always warm and comforting and perfect for cuddles. You start crying, not really knowing why. You climb up on the bed and curl up beside him. The sheets are crusty with blood and it feels all gross and but that doesn’t really matter to you right now. You just want to stay here with daddy.

You don’t know how long you’re there but at some point daddy’s phone rings. You stare at it, frozen in place before you climb down from the bed and go over to it. You pick up the phone and a woman says. “Hello! This is Thierry Preschool, we were wondering if your child y/n was still coming? It’s been about two hours since it started and we were just checking.”

You don’t know what to say to her. You fidget a bit before mumbling. “H-Hello. Daddy can’t come to the phone right now. Um. I’m scared. Daddy isn’t moving and there’s blood all over? That’s bad, right? Daddy’s cold and everything and -and I don’t know what to do!”

You start sniffling, on the verge of crying again as the person on the other line stays silent. She then gently and calmly says. “Honey, it’s going to be okay. Can you tell me where you live honey? Calm down and watch some TV or read a book, okay honey? Can you do that for me? Can you be strong for me?”

You sniffle and nod trying to get out a choked up “Yeah.” From your throat. You try your best to mumble out an address as she coos about how good of a job you’re doing and how she needs you to stay calm. Before she hangs up, she tells you that some nice men will come to pick you up and that you have to be good for them. You nod and mumble an okay. You go back to curl up against your daddy, you bury your face into his chest and whisper to him.

“People are coming. It’s okay daddy. We’ll be okay. I love you. You’ll wake up soon right? Please? I’ll be a good girl daddy I promise.”

The nice men come and they look at you and daddy with… An expression you’ve never seen before. It makes you feel worse. They try to tear you away from him but you hold onto daddy with a death grip while you scream and shout as they try to convince you to let go. You’re scared. You don’t wanna let him go. They eventually pry you away from him as you wail and try your best to wriggle out of their hold. After that, it’s a bit of a blur. You were wrangled into a police car as one of them sat in the backseat with you trying to calm you down.

You look out the window, watching as the officer drives through the streets, going through traffic. You’re escorted into a building and taken into a room where a police officer try to question you gently. However the next thing you know everything gets blurry, it’s hard to breathe and it feels like your insides are spiky. When you can breathe again some man with a scruffy face and blocky glasses is holding you close to his chest saying things like. “It’s okay, you’re alright.” And “Breathe, breathe for me.” You calm down, not because of his words, but because he looks a bit like dad. His scruffy face, his gentle smile, his dark green eyes. It makes you bury your face into the man’s chest and whisper out a small broken. “Don’t leave me.”

The next thing you can remember was the man carrying you around like a baby, mostly because even after the weird “panic attack” or whatever the police officer called it, you wouldn’t let go of him. Which made the man holding you look at you sadly. He gives in and instead of forcing you to let go and go back to doing work, he starts showing you all kinds of things, giving you a tour around the police station. You learn from one of the men that the guy holding you is named Commissioner Gordon. Weird name. It sounds kinda cool though.

Once you’ve fully calmed down he carries you over to where a nurse is and he distracts you by talking about dinosaurs which you excitedly listen to while they draw some blood to see if you’re healthy and to notify any blood relatives. Commie says you’re being a very good girl and that they’ll have results in less than an hour, he also asks if you’re hungry which you nod enthusiastically to. He then leaves to get you some chips and a donut from the break room. You’re about to start chowing down before Commie asks. “Hold on there kid, isn’t there something you need to say before eating?”

You stand there staring at him and then make an ‘Oh!’ face and say. “Thanks Commie!”

You don’t notice but as you start eating the donut that a couple of the police officers laugh while Commie cracks a smile and then huffs before saying. “Kid, Commissioner isn’t my first name. It’s Jim.”

You then absentmindedly say as you take another bite of the donut. “Oh. Okay Jimmy.”

One of the guards starts laughing again and this time even Jimmy chuckles. However someone comes in and whispers to Jimmy and he then turns back to the person as they whisper to each other. Another officer takes it upon himself to distract and picks you up before throwing you up into the air and catching you. Making you giggle and ask for more. Jimmy approaches again and he subtly asks the officer distracting you to put you down. Jimmy takes a knee looking at you at eye level and hesitates before saying. “We… Found some people you’re… Related to. We called them up and asked if they’d take you in, and he said yes. Do you know Bruce Wayne? He’s your daddy-“

You immediately interrupt him saying. “But I already have a daddy. I don’t need another one-“

Jimmy interrupts you trying to gently say. “I’m sorry. But.. Your daddy… He can’t take care of you anymore-“

“What do you mean? Why? Can’t you help him? I’ve been waiting and being a good girl! Does daddy not want me anymore?”

“Honey-“

“No! I’ve been good! Daddy said he’d stay with me! He promised, h-he-“

Jimmy interrupts with a firm call of your name which makes you stop. He puts a hand on your shoulder and brings you into a hug as he gently says to you. “I’m sorry. He’s gone.” As those words tumble out of his mouth you tear up again and you raise your arms to cling on to him for dear life. You bawl and hiccup and he’s there to take all of your anger, your sadness until you’ve calmed down again. He pulls away from you and tries to talk to you, but you’re tired. You’re sad, you don’t have the energy to talk. He sighs and then holds your hand and guides you to a bench, he pats your head and says. “How about you wait here? Since your room is not exactly under investigation I could maybe swipe some things for you? Do you have a favorite toy or picture I can get for you?”

You wait trying to think about what you would want from your room. You think of your little stuffed owl that daddy named Oliver and your stuffed cat you named Oliver 2. You want the picture on your nightstand of you, mommy and daddy. You want the special night light daddy made for you. You want your dinosaur pjs daddy got for your birthday, you try your best to relay this Jimmy but all that comes out are little mumbles and whimpers.

He sighs and says with a small smile. “Tell ya what kid, when you go stay with da- Bruce. Why don’t you have him send an email or make him call us about what you want from home. And I’ll get those things for you. How does that sound kid?”

You look up at him, slowly and you hesitantly nod. He ruffles your head and with a smile and says. “‘Atta girl!”

Which makes you smile a bit before your face going blank. He sighs at that and says. “Someone’ll be here to pick you up shortly. And-“

You hear someone running and turn to look where it’s coming from. You see some guy comes running and stops in front of you. He heaves as he holds something familiar under his arm. After he catches his breath he smiles at you before handing you the thing under his arm. A stuffed owl which you immediately recognize as Oliver. He winks at you and then crouches down to your height as he says.

“Hey kid, my name’s Ethan Bennett. Man, you are like a carbon copy of Bruce. Well, except for your eyes, yours are e/c and a lot softer. Shit, where do I even start. Uh, Oh! I’m your uncle, well, not your actual uncle but like, you can consider me as one. I’m a detective under Commissioner Gordon. I’m also your dad’s best friend, I’m not the one here to pick you up, I’m actually still on the clock but uh. This guy,” He says as he holds up Oliver with a smug smile. “Said that he needed to get to you. So I did him a favor. Just… Don’t tell anyone.”

You take Oliver from his hand and while Jimmy and Uncle Bennett argue you start to tear up again. You hug Oliver tight burying your face in his soft downy chest. Then looking up at Uncle Bennett, you quietly say. “Thank you.” Which he pauses the argument for, before smiling down at you. “You’re welcome, kid. Say how about I wait with you huh? I could show you pictures of your daddy-“

You immediately interrupt. “Not my daddy.”

Ethan looks a bit confused at that, and looks to Jimmy for an explanation. Jimmy shrugs and motions for Uncle Bennett to continue. “Should I call him your dad?”

You nod, confirming that dad is an acceptable choice of words. He chuckles and then continues. “How about I show you pictures of him. So we can.. Condition you to him like a cat.”

You see Jimmy smack Uncle Bennett’s bald head which makes you giggle as Uncle tries to defend himself saying. “What? It’s true! I mean, he’s a big guy, he’s probably gonna scare her. I mean unless you know him, he looks pretty scary. And look at her.”

Uncle says as he gestures to you with both hands. “She’s barely what 4? 5? She looks like a sad wet kitten, Bruce looks like that evil grey bird that looks like it eats puppies compared to her.”

You tilt your head at that. There’s an evil bird? Your father looks like a bird? What does that mean? Your uncle is weird maybe you can get a different one. Jimmy seems like he’d be a good uncle.

They start arguing again and you go back to sit on the bench as they argued. You hold Oliver tightly in your hands and wait, you see them stop arguing with both of them leaving you to wait alone. Or at least that’s what you thought would happen. Until uncle Bennett comes back with some files in hand and some markers and pencils in the other. He sits next to you and says. “Well, I couldn’t get out of work early, but he never said I couldn’t work while I waited with you.”

You smile at him and scooch closer to him as he chuckles. And so the two of you wait. And wait. And wait some more. By 5 you then see an man that looks kinda like a butler being escorted by an officer. You tug on uncle Bennet’s dress shirt before asking. “What do you think he’s in for?”

He looks at you confused before looking up, you see his eyes widen and he starts to burst into laughter. Both the officer and fancy man look confused, and well, so are you.

Your eyes meet with the fancy man’s and his eyes widen and his pupils shrink in shock. He then schools his expression and looks at you with a smile, you shift in your seat feeling a bit uncomfortable with the look in his eyes. The fancy man walks up to you and crouches to your level, he then gently says to you.

“Hello. You must be y/n. My name is Alfred Pennyworth, I’m the butler for the Wayne family. I apologize but your father is not able to pick you up since-“

“What? Alfred what do you mean-“

Then Alfred and uncle Bennett starts talking and kinda arguing. You couldn’t care less though, you have Oliver now! You smile and nuzzle into Oliver’s fluffy chest and then squeeze the little speaker in its wing which plays a recording of your daddy humming his lullaby and then saying. “I love you my little Bubo.” You hold it closer and whisper into its fur. “I love you too daddy.” You hear uncle Bennett’s and Alfred’s argument start to quiet down and you catch uncle saying.

“-how he treats his other kid? Look, even if there was an emergency-“

Alfred sighs as he replies. “No, he does not treat master Dick like this, look. I’m not going to make excuses for him. Master Bruce had his phone on silent for a meeting and so he wasn’t able to answer, then there was Penguin who tried to steal some kind of tech there and you know how they have to follow protocol and whatnot-“

You sigh and look up at Alfred while tugging at his pant leg. They both look down at you and you just ask. “I’m tired. And hungry. I wanna go home. Can you take me home?”

They both look at each other nervously and Alfred takes a breath and says. “I apologize Miss y/n. But, you cannot go home. I understand this is hard for you, and you don’t understand what’s going on. But I, your father and your brother will take care of you. You have my word.”

You want to argue, you wanna fight and yell and say the bad words that your daddy says by accident sometimes. But you’re so small, well, at least you feel small. You’ve never felt this small, well you have, but daddy was there to hug and comfort you. As you look at Alfred, you wish something, anything would just leave your math. Instead all you can say is. “Okay. But I want warm honeyed milk and a bed time story.”

Alfred chuckles at that and nods. You don’t understand why is he laughing, You are completely serious, if you do not have your drink you will throw a tantrum. It’s the least this mysterious man can do after saying that. Alfred, then follows Ethan to go get the paperwork to take you out of the police station and to claim legal rights over you. Meanwhile you tell Oliver about your day, about the scary things that happened. You look at Oliver’s beady eyes and whisper. “I hope my dad likes me. Daddy says I’m a good girl so they’ll like me, I know they will. And even if they don’t, daddy says that some people are just stupid and dumb and don’t deserve to be your friends.”

Alfred comes back with a thick folder of paperwork which you frown at, you don’t like paper. It makes the people you like busy, specifically daddy. You hate when daddy has paperwork. You then look up to Alfred and tug on his pant leg as you whisper up to him. “Do you hate paperwork too?”

He raises an eyebrow at you with a little smile on his face, he takes your hand and starts to lead you out of the police station as you two start to converse. You talk to him about anything that comes to mind. From what you think of paperwork to which Hercules beetle you love the most, to how you peed your pants at the aquarium while you were out in the play area. Alfred had to contain his laughter as you described all of the kids started crying, including you. Finally you arrive at this big building and you look up at it in awe, you then look around at the courtyard and the scary but pretty style of the building. You look up to Alfred and say. “This is like, a bajillion times bigger than my home!”

Before Alfred can stop you, you start running off to the front door giggling and squealing as Alfred tries to catch you. After a few minutes of expertly dodging and wiggling out of his hold like some slippery snake. He catches you and then throws you under his arm which you make a little ‘oof’ sound at.

Alfred then takes you through the foyer and after going through some hallways, which you don’t keep track of, you get to the kitchen. He sits you down at a stool by the kitchen island and says. “Don’t go running off miss y/n we wouldn’t want you to get lost after all.” You sigh and then nod before you stretch and yawn.

Someone comes into the kitchen and says. “Hello Alfred, who’s the kid?” You look at the person talking and see a guy that looks around Alfred’s age and a some teenager following behind him. You try to get off from the stool, now bored out of your mind as Alfred talks to the other man while the teen notices you and goes over to help. He takes you off the stool and says. “What’s your name?”

You look at him dead in the eyes and then slap his thigh and say. “Tag!” You start booking it as you giggle, your game of tag now in session. The teen looks at you with wide eyes and starts to chase after you. Realizing that it was a mistake putting you on the ground. You go into a room and find that it’s a bedroom, you giggle as you put a pillow under the covers to trick the boy and then get under the bed.

He comes rushing in saying. “Hey, this isn’t funny. Come on, if you come out I’ll… uh, get Alfred to make you cookies? I don’t know. Uh, just come out. I’d rather not have Mr. Wayne or my dad scold me about letting some kid loose in the manor.”

He then sees the trap you laid out for him and as soon as he gets close to the bed you shoot your hands out to grab at his ankles, which makes him scream like a girl and practically jump away like some spider or grasshopper. You start giggling maniacally as he falls on to his butt. You then come out from under the bed as you say. “I got you!” In a sing songy voice as you sit next to him. The teen sighs and stands up, he dusts himself off and says. “Yeah you got-“ and then ambushes you by picking you up from your armpits and says. “Hah! In your face!”

You giggle some more as you whine “No” trying to wiggle out of the teen’s hold. After you calm down you look up at him and ask. “Hi! What’s your name?”

He replies with a small smirk saying. “I’m Luke Fox. And you? What’s your name you little rascal?”

You grin widely, like the Cheshire Cat from Alice in Wonderland and say. “Y/n! And my last name is l/n! Nice to meet you!”

He smiles back and then holds you to his chest and starts to walk back to the kitchen as he says. “So… Bruce Wayne’s kid huh? I can tell. You look a lot like him. A lot smaller and cuter, but still.”

Your mischievous smile disappears and you instead, bury your face into his chest as you reply. “Yeah. Uncle Bennett said that too. I don’t care, I just want my daddy back.”

Luke looks at you a bit confused and then you explain to him what happened today. All the way from the moment you woke up to just right now. At some point during your retelling of the accounts of today, he stops walking leaving you two just standing in the middle of some hallway. After you finished he looks at you with the same expression those police officers that found you had, the same sad expression that Jimmy and Uncle tried to hide as well. You don’t like how it feels to be looked at like this. It makes your chest kinda heavy and your stomach weird. Luke holds you closer, staying silent for a bit before saying. “My mom makes me this really bomb ass hot cho- Shit I said a- Dammit! Fuck!”

When Luke groans at himself for cussing in front of a literal child you start to giggle. You smile and then tap his shoulder before whispering into his ear. “Daddy swears a lot too. Don’t worry, I won’t tell. Pinky swear!” As she raises her hand and pinky so they can swear on it together.

He chuckles and pinky swears with you, not long after you two enter the kitchen, with you still in his arms. You see that neither the man or Alfred noticed you or Luke were gone. You couldn’t care less however. At least you made your first friend. You then see someone else some into the kitchen, he’s tall and… Wow. He really does look like you. You wriggle in Luke’s arms, telling him to let you down. Meanwhile Bruce, the person people keep talking about, your supposed father, walks past you and Luke. His focus is on Alfred and Luke’s dad, Luke finally lets you down after teasing you a bit more and you slowly walk over to Bruce. You stare at his face as he talks to the other two men, he had the same spiky eyebrows as you. You’ve never seen someone with the same eyebrows as you.

You shift nervously before patting your clothes and hair down before tugging on his pant leg. You look up at him with a small hopeful smile. Bruce looks down at you and his eyes widen impossibly before he schools his face before giving you a smile, he opens his mouth to say something but you interrupt. “Hello! I am y/n l/n. We look alike! I like your eyes. They look like how mint tastes. Why are you so big? Will I get that big? Do you think I’ll be taller than you?”

He looks at you strangely, a bit surprised and a bit… Something else? Whatever it is it makes you kinda feel bad and you don’t like that. You fidget as he turns his attention towards Luke’s dad and Alfred. Talking about something else again. You look back at Luke and he looks a bit confused and slightly agitated, he then fixes his face and smiles at you before walking over and saying. “He’s probably just tired or something. How about I make something for you? Sandwich maybe?”

You nod and follow him to the fridge as you look through everything. He shows you some some sandwich ingredients taking the time to show you each one and answering your questions about it. He then makes the sandwich for you, although he’s slightly cringing as you bite into your “abomination sandwich”. Which is what he called your delicious sandwich, and is definitely NOT an abomination. You’re eating at the little island on the stool that’s as big as you and you see another kid walk in. He has black hair and pretty blue eyes, you wave hi and he looks at you confused and a bit judgmental. The kid then asks you. “Who are you?”

You answer back. “Y/n. What’s your name?”

“None of your business.” He replies in a snarky tone.

You look at him, surprised and then glare at him, before you can snap back Luke says. “That’s Dick. He’s gonna be your brother. Kinda. Also, come on Dick. Be nicer.”

Dick huffs and and grumbles “Fine.” before he goes over to the fridge to look through it. He gasp, offended by something. He then glares at you and asks. “Did you finish all the prosciutto? I was gonna have that as a snack, I was saving it for a good day!”

Before Luke can apologize for you, you look at Dick and say. “Well maybe you should’ve had a note on it or something! This is my first day here! I don’t know you people!”

Dick looks you up and down and then marches up to where you’re sitting and nabs half of your sandwich and takes a bite, it only takes a moment before he’s sputtering and coughing because of the overly salty and spicy sandwich. You look on with both anger and slight satisfaction, angry he stole your sandwich and satisfied that he’s in pain. Luke tries to hide a smile as he turns away and hides his trembling mouth with his hand.

The adults then turn to look at you three, wondering what the commotion is. Alfred sighs and goes over to try and calm down Dick while Bruce looks at you disapprovingly. You look at Bruce, offended and stick your tongue and blow a raspberry at him before going back to your sandwich, tearing into the sandwich like you were a hyena and the sandwich was your carcass. Luke chuckles at that before saying. “Come on, don’t be mean. He’s only had Dick for what? Less than a month?”

You look at Luke with appalled face and say. “He isn’t even a real dad?!”

Bruce sighs as he looks down and asks Alfred. “So? What’s the situation with her? And have you-“

You can see Luke looks at Bruce with a weird face, something like a cross of disappointment and disgust before turning to you, and using his body to cover your view of almost everyone in the room. He then says. “Hey, how about we go to the living room? I’ll take you there. We could watch a movie or something? Oh, my dad showed me this movie called Totoro. Or something, you look like you’d live it! Let’s see if I can-“

He starts talking idly, as if to fill in space. When your finished with your sandwich he takes you off the chair and hurriedly walks you out of the kitchen and into the living room. He has you sit close to him so you two could watch it on his phone. You barely get through the first half before his dad comes over to say. “Come on, Luke. It’s time for us to go.” Luke tries to ask for a bit more time. He nudges your shoulder and whispers. “Hey, do some puppy eyes come on.”

What the hell are puppy eyes, you think to yourself before tilting your head at him like a puppy. Luke’s dad rolls his eyes with an affectionate look on his face before saying. “It’s a school night kid. Plus, your mom would kill me if I let you stay out past curfew again.”

Luke throws his head back groans dramatically before saying. “All my other friends can stay out past 8-“

“Well I’m not their parents am I? I’m yours. Now I’ll be waiting in the car for you.” Luke’s dad then turns to you and ruffles your hair before saying. “It was nice to meet you little one. Have a good night.”

You nod at him, and the man nods back before going over to the coatrack, getting his coat and leaving. Luke looks at you with a small pout on his face he sighs before ruffling your hair too, which makes you smile. He then gets up with a groan, just like daddy does. You follow as he also goes to get his coat and hat he then puts on his stuff and says. “Guess I gotta go… Have a goodnight y/n. Take care of yourself.”

He then gives you a hug before leaving. You yell after him. “Good night Luke! Sleep well!”

He smiles at that and waves at you before getting into his dad’s car, driving off and leaving you in the manor. You go back inside and go back to the living area where you see Alfred. You walk up to him and tilt your head like a curious puppy, waiting for him to announce his intentions. Alfred smiles before he says. “I came to inform you that I have gotten your room ready. On another note, it is time for you to go to bed young lady.”

You put up a hand and in a serious tone of voice you say. “No. You must have forgotten our deal. I want a hot chocolate, a fancy one with cinnamon, heavy cream.”

Alfred raises an eyebrow and asks. “Really? If I recall our agreement was that I’d make you honeyed milk. How strange. I suppose I should get rid of the honeyed milk that I put in your room then?”

You vehemently shake your head and say. “N-No! That’s fine! I’ll drink it! It’s mine! You can’t take it back!”

Alfred then lets out a hum of consideration. “If you say so. Now come along. I must tuck you in before the hour.”

This man speaks funny. You like it. You then try to imitate him using the fanciest words you know, like anemone and hypertension. He laughs but you’re not sure whether it’s because of the accent or because you probably used the words wrong. Anyways he brings you to your new room and you gasp at how big it is, you hurriedly take off your shoes and put them right next to the door before you run straight for the bed and climb on to it, it’s so soft!

You then notice the hot milk on the bedside table, you crawl over and sit on the edge of the bed so you can take a sip. You sigh in delight at the taste, the milk is nice and creamy with a hint of vanilla and cinnamon as well as some honey to make it sweet. You yawn and get off the bed so you can walk over to Alfred. “Thank you, it’s really yummy. Can I have some pajamas now? I’m sleepy and so is Oliver-“

You then realize that you don’t have Oliver in your arms, and you can’t remember where you put him. Your eyes become blurry as tears fill your vision, you look up at Alfred and whine. “Where’s Oliver? I can’t remember where he is.. Can you help me find him?”

Alfred opens his mouth to say something but a beep comes from his phone, he sighs and says. “I will bring him soon, just lie down and-“

You interrupt him saying. “No! He’s always there when I sleep! I need him, if my daddy isn’t gonna be here then I need Oliver to be here at least!” You don’t like how Alfred is trying to hurry things up. You don’t like that daddy’s not here, you don’t like how Oliver’s not here, you hate that your favorite people are leaving and you HATE everything about this day. Sure you met new and nice people, but you want Daddy. You want him to kiss your face and tickle your tummy and hug you. You start sobbing and pulling on your h/c hair and trying your best to not choke on air.

Alfred looks at you sadly and then sighs, he then gets on one knee and says. “Miss y/n. Please stop. I will get Oliver for you, I will be right back. I promise. I will return with your dear Oliver and some old pajamas.”

You look back at him and nod as you sniffle. You sit on your bed and sip on your warm milk while Alfred leaves to go get Oliver and some pajamas. You wait, and wait. and wait some more. But he never comes. You accidentally fall asleep, finished with your drink and more tired than you’ve ever felt. That’s when you realized, no one’s gonna take care of you like daddy, no one’s gonna tuck you in, kiss your tears away, or any of the other things he used to do. You curl up and cry softly in the early morning light, mourning the loss of your father. Something that you didn’t know was possible until it happened.

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I hope you like it! I already have the next few chapters planned so it will be angst for the next 3 or 4 chapters :)))

[littlelamblita]

it's always so weird whenever I bring up like . my lack of education growing up .

like yeah ofc I did a few years in elementary !! n I'm in school now !!! but like I wouldn't have been and probably still wouldn't b if it weren't for like . a cps call on a really bad night between my parents .