#tw: talk of loss of a child

[that-guy-in-the-chiton]

[yonemurishiroku]

If i had a nickel for every time Nico and Percy lose their child, I'd have two nickels. Which isn't a lot but it's fascinating that it happened twice. What's with these two and child loss.

[soffiisims]

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Solja

We gave our farewell to Erik on the same week. The ground was frozen, but we were able to bury him in a shallow grave with the help of my uncle, brother Pietari. We all were out of words. Erik was about to turn six years old, and suddenly, he was gone.

I'm also with child again. After losing two of my children in two years, I cannot even think about what is about to come. Sometimes I wish, this would be the end of me, because I don't know how much of this I can bare. Kerttu and Anne are asking constantly, where their brother Erik is and when he is coming back. Olavi is old enough to understand death. He has seen it so much as well.

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[nonuggetshere]

HIII another FaaF variant yeah sorry it WILL happen again

Content warning: Pregnancy/childbirth, child loss, possible miscarriage mention

(Amanita is WL's name, yes I changed it again)

This is depressing so far but please consider; Hornet, Ghost and Flower (Hollow, for the new here) get to grow up together and play in secret

Flower can hear Ghost's voidspeech because they've got enough void in their system for that. PK, while also being void poisoned, only has some minor poisoning and is a god made of light that can successfully fight it off so he can't hear them

Kind of considering for PK to try to turn Flower into a full vessel in separation to keep them alive but I dunno if I want to include dunking thay baby in ink in this AU (Another idea is that they're dunked but don't become fully void, but reach an equilibrium of void vs light and their condition stabilises)

[kaerinio]

the thing is . . . daenerys never truly allows herself to feel the grief of losing rhaego. immediately after his fate was revealed to her, she pushed herself to move forward because the literal world around her was fracturing. she allowed her husband to be resurrected into a zombie-state ( which, unknowingly, his life was bought with that of her unborn son's ). the dothraki were breaking off into separate khalasars. all of that brief safety she knew came crumbling down, and on top of that, she couldn't even keep the one person she's love and duty-bound to protect safe. daenerys felt that she had to move forward, had to try and keep as much of the khalasar together under drogo's unlife as his queen. she then had to kill the one person who truly made her feel safe, bring her son's killer ( and the person who betrayed her ) to justice, and, in the process, hatch the dragons. following that, she finds herself responsible for hundreds, then thousands, then thousands upon thousands of lives. a part of her copes by adopting her people as her children, just as they adopt her as this deified version of a mother. and she truly does see the dragons as her babies, who she hatched and fed at her breast and protects and loves. but rhaego . . . he is the one she failed to protect, and that fact sits with almost unbearable heaviness upon her very heart and soul.

[lingeringscars]

okay cj sent me the script for 2x07 which admittedly might have been my least fave s2 ep but now i'm all in my feelings about it so expect more thoughts as i read through

shaunatai. shaunanat. tai telling shauna that she could have gone with her to help bury her baby, and shauna turning away even more, clearly shutting her off. nat feeling alone because seeing travis and lottie sharing a bond that she does not have. and then going over to try to help shauna. but shauna, feeling like the dream she had was real and not being able to accept that it wasn't, remembers that nat ate her baby and threatens her. nat then leaves, feeling completely alone.

[ch1efhops]

THE SMALLEST CASKETS ARE THE HEAVIEST.

fatherhood           .              .            .           it   was   something   he   wished   for    ,      something   he  became   okay   with   not   having    eventually.      he’d   been   to   war   ,    he’d   seen   things      ━        done   things      ,      he   became  comfortable   with   it   just   being   himself      &        his    string   of   broken   hearts   until    diane   came   along    .     it    hadn’t   been   something   they  planned    ,    in   all   honesty   he   hadn’t   even   been  sure  what  they  were        .       .     .       a   new   girl   in   town        ,        the   prodigal   son    returning  home           ━         two    people   who  fell   hard      &     fast.                   he    didn’t     think    he    could   fall   any   further     and     THEN       .           .         .     along   came   sara.

sara   elise   hopper    was    born   april   22  ,   1971   in    hawkins   ,   indiana.        it   was   the  moment   that   confirmed   he   would   be   getting   out   of   his   shithole   of    a   hometown   but   with   how   unexpectedly   sara    had   been   brought   into   their   lives,    the   couple   stuck    around   for   one   more   year        ━         finishing   out   contracts  with  jobs      &      saving   money  before   marrying      &     running   off   to   new  york.       from   the  moment   she’d   been   placed   in    his   arms   ,    sara   had   her   father   wrapped   around    her    finger.           he’d    realized    just   how   much   that   dream   of   fatherhood    still   meant   to    him       and    how   he   would   do   just   about   anything   for    the   pink   bundle   in   his.

as   an   only   child   raised  with   a   man’s   man   as   a   father   ,     jim   hopper   had   no  idea   how   to   raise   a    daughter.          it   helped   that   she   was   such   an   easy   baby   (   as   easy   as   it   can   be   on   first   time    parents   )    .      soon   enough    ,    detective   hopper   was   thrust  into  the   world   of   princess   tea   parties           &          encouraging   dreams    of    one   day   making   it   to   the   moon.        she    was    such   a   happy   child   ,   such   a   smart  child   ,    with   her   mother’s   blonde   curls        &     her   father’s    blue   eyes      content   with   running     &    laughing     ,     making   the   game   up   as   they   went.    one   day   she’s   a  princess     ,      a    knight      ,      the   best   damn   tea   maker   in   new   york   city.     the   next   she’s   an   astronaut    ,     saving   earth   from   the   next   disastrous   event   threatening   their   make   believe   livelihoods. 

all   the   things   about   hawkins   that   had  made  him  miserable    ,    all   the  things   about  vietnam  that  had   made  him   numb      ━      it   all   melted   away   as   the   three  of   them  settled  into   happily   ever   after    ,       as    they    molded    their   little   family.       life  stayed  that   way   for   a   while           ━         seven   years   to   be   exact.

it   was    in    the   fall   of    1978    that    things   began  to   crumble.      a   routine   day   at   the   park   just   outside   their   neighborhood    had   taken   a    turn   for   the  worst   when  sara    ,       the   child   who   had  rarely   even   had   a   cold     ,      couldn’t   breathe.     one   stop   at   the   emergency   room   later   confirmed   a   parent’s   worst   nightmare.      he   always   thought    the   hardest   thing   he’d   been   through   were   the   things   that   happened   in   vietnam      ,       things   that   haunted   him   every   time   he  closed   his   eyes   ,      and   then   he   had   to   watch   his   little   girl   get   weaker       &      weaker    with   every   treatment.          leukemia   .       no   idea   of   a   cause   on   the   medical   side    ,     they   said   sometimes   these   things   just   happen       ━          no   rhyme   no   reason.  

he  knew.     he’d   done   this.    life   had   been   too   good      &      this   was   the  universe’s   way   of   knocking  him  back   on   his    ass.             they   immediately   began   treatments   any       &          all    even   with  the   slimmest   of   chances           ━        they’d   never   given   up   hope   but   sara     .           .          .      sweet   ,    small     ,    sara.     her   tiny  body   just   couldn’t   keep   up     ,      life   ended   before   it   ever   really   began           &        suddenly    jim        &          diane    were   alone       ━      left   only   with   an   empty   child’s   bedroom     &      their   memories  as   reminders   of   the   mark   she’d   left   on   this   world. 

it   wasn’t   long   before   her   death   took   a   toll   on   the  parents   she   left   behind.    diane  wanted   to  grieve   and   move  on    ,      try   again    ,      they’d   always   be   sara’s    parents   but   life   had   to  continue.       jim     was    content    with   staying   in    this   bubble    .            .             .       afraid   that   eventually   he   would   forget   her   laugh   ,    her   smile   ,    the  weight  of   her  pouncing   his   chest   on   a   saturday   morning   and    so      .       .        .     he   drank.      i       began   cashing   in   any   and   every   prescription    he   could.     he   drank   himself   out   of   a   marriage       &      a    job.     

suddenly   the   house   was   much   too   big   while   new   york   suddenly   felt   much   too   small        &        before    he    knew    it    ,       he   was   on   the   phone   with   indiana      ━        returning   home   once   more.            he   visited   sara   the   day   he   split,      leaving    a  bouquet   of    flowers      &       a    small   stuffed   tiger   in    his   place     and    with   that     .       .          .           he   never   visited    new   york   again.     

[runelocked]

Parenting for the meta meme!

SEND ME A TOPIC TO WRITE META ABOUT MY MUSE ! / ALWAYS ACCEPTING.

i’ll keep this to parenting in general / his thoughts on being a parent because writing about william’s relationships with his individual children is a whole OTHER meta post (that i’ll add to this if nobody asks me specifically about them GDKHD). maaybe long post ? stay tuned anyway:

it took him a long time to accept he was going to be a parent. it wasn’t that he had a horrific upbringing — it was, as most things in his life were, fine. tolerable — but the idea of fatherhood left an uneasy taste in his mouth. memories of strict instructions to stand up straight and tuck his shirt in before supper and don’t let your sister out of your sight. if fatherhood is unnerving to him, the idea of being in charge of a child is something else entirely. it takes william a long time to grow up, and the thought of being responsible for a baby is horrifying at first. he can barely keep himself together, especially with his head and his mood swings wrecking havoc on any semblance of a normal life he tries to establish. he doesn’t want to be like his father. doesn’t want to be anything but his father. after finding out michael would be born, it takes him a good few weeks to genuinely come round to the idea (mostly thanks to henry) after lying his ass off to clara (who could tell he was terrified, but gave him space to process).

after that, he was hands on. covering the cost of a small apartment for him and clara while working between the diner plans at nights and a professor’s assistant during the day to make money to buy a house, their house. he genuinely throws himself into it — as he does with ever ‘passion project’ he’s ever got his hands on — and is determined to make himself the best father ever. even steals a book from the library on parenting and then turns to clara horrified that he’s a bad influence. she stops laughing at him eventually.

of course, actually BEING a father is different from preparing to be one. william is stunned speechless when he sees his children for the first time — all of them — and tears up when he gets to hold each of them. in the early years, especially with michael, his parenting style is softer and more indulgent. plants his hopes and dreams on his children, determined for them to grow up in his footsteps, or better.

as years pass, just before elizabeth is born, the diner is finished. william is instantly busier, splitting his time between caring for his pregnant wife, running the business, helping out on the actual diner stage, and his son . . . who unfortunately gets the short end of the stick. when elizabeth is born a few months later, william has his hands full. long days playing and reading to his children turns to distracted promises to see them later, showing his affection through expensive gifts and crafted diner memorabilia. for elizabeth it’s all she’s known — her dad is busy, but he loves her — but for michael, william’s absence is new and unfamiliar and upsetting. this only redoubles when evan is born, and the gifts pour in, turning more and more towards the younger two.

william’s mostly oblivious to the discontent his absences cause. in his eyes, he’s doing what he has to — it’s not as if they don’t have a mother, and he would have loved HIS father to give him gifts. besides, his attention is turning once again to michael, who he’s decided, when william is busy, needs to start acting like the man of the household. yay for gender stereotypes ! coming down harder on michael for small things, pushing elizabeth away from rougher activities, trying in vain to get evan to enjoy more sports or rough play. for the most part, genuinely believes he’s doing good — regardless of his own crisis about gender stereotypes & sexuality (WHICH AGAIN. ANOTHER META COMING SOON.), he knows what is acceptable and what the typical perfect family looks like. has had this idea in his head since the moment he’d been old enough to realize he was defunct in some way. michael’s roughness towards evan is encouraged, to an extent, both by william’s deliberate ignorance and by his mantra of getting his boys to “toughen up”. be a real man.

it’s hard to say that william is a parent after the events of the 83 birthday party, because although he certainly comes home, spends more time around his family, he is essentially a bad - tempered stranger with all seeing eyes and mean words. irreconcilable with the father he’d been to michael as a baby. he isn’t so much a father as he is a business owner, arranging his broken family in a way that makes it presentable to a public gaze. when his wife leaves, this only redoubles. normalcy is key. the aftons are and always will be normal, respectable figures.

after elizabeth dies, he does soften. this isn’t as good a thing as it sounds !! losing two children shatters something inside of him that he will never get back, and he realizes very abruptly that his pushing michael away is going to leave him with no one. his last child, his only remaining boy. to an extent, he softens towards him. is more present, keeps a closer scrutiny on him. while this might not manifest externally — his strictness and guilt tripping doesn’t cease, that’s for sure — it shows in the form of trying to include michael in his work more. factoring the fact he has a son into his plans, making time to monitor him, observe him, putting aside remnant for the day he can declare his successes to him.

it never comes, but there are still vials of remnant with michael’s name on them somewhere in the afton basement, tucked under loose floorboards along with the fredbear plushie.

[spinxeret]

+ ( fuCKING OUCH )

[venting-town]

It suddenly just hit me that I could’ve had SEVERAL children by now

I mean, I may have thought this when I was younger ( I likely did ), but for some reason it saddens me to think about it now

Which is fucking stupid because I would’ve/would STILL be an absolutely HORRIBLE parent, and that the only main reason I wanted to have a baby in the first place was so that somebody would wonder why a 10-11 year old kid was pregnant in the first place and ACTUALLY try to help me

Imagine finding out your parent only wanted to have you because they wanted to stop being raped ( and I’m not talking about anybody else, I’m talking about myself. It’s selfish FOR ME to have even done that in the first place; I’m not condemning anybody else who has felt this way/done this. It’s okay if I talk about myself differently than others because it’s not always about everyone else and that’s MORE than okay. Nobody else deserves to be raped and it’s NOT okay that they’re raped in the first place )

[officiallyossy-haywooddent]

🌧

Right after..everything, when we still thought Pollux and Castor had both died, I figured there wasn’t really any point in being the only kid from either side of my family left. I thought it would just be..better, more fitting, if we were all gone so that my families could just start over.

The gods had opened up the full floors of the Empire State building for the month and I’d always said I wanted to die falling, so I..yeah. An aura caught me, thought I’d been too close to the edge of the mountain or had gotten lost on my way up so she took me back to the ground floor. That was that. Um..why’d you pick this one, anon?

I shouldn’t have sworn to answer these. It’s more trouble than it’s worth.

[skullcrusher-mountainn]

guys it is time to grieve what happened to me and my siblings in our infancy to jonathan coulton's when you go .

specifically this version, I LOVE THIS VERSION . o ugh

[opossum-by-night]

I hate that I react so badly to any discussion of moving/him finding a new job/whatever. Like I try not to react outwardly but I'm sure he can tell, and obviously it just fuckin feels bad every time. It's frustrating because I know it would be good for both of us for him to find a job he likes better and also to be closer to our families, and I've been wanting to leave this shithole apartment complex for a long time anyway, and Tennessee is already a fucking nightmare of a state and only getting worse. But oh my god even him off-handedly saying "I'm so done I gotta get out of here" just *crushes* me internally every time.

I guess a lot of it is probably because I finally feel like I've gotten to a point where I function largely okay on a day-to-day basis and it feels like all of that would be lost if we do a big move?? But idk if that's even true, and it's not like we have much else to stay here for. We have some friends here, but they're not like, best friends. And everyone is so busy that we rarely hang out anymore anyway. Just the act of packing up and moving will be hard and stressful and I hate it, but setting up a new place could be fun? Idk, the prospect of trying to find decent housing we can afford kind of sucks the enjoyment out of that too.

And as embarrassing and lame as it feels to say, losing my therapist is honestly one of my biggest fears about moving out of state. Like I've been seeing her for over 2 years now, and she's the first therapist I've really clicked with and felt like she's actually been capable of helping me. She's been there through this whole leaving-my-job/horrible burnout/health issues/ADHD/ASD process and is like one of the only people in my life who's really believed me and wanted to help me investigate things and advocate for myself since she first met me. And I know she'd do her best to help find me a good therapist wherever I move to, but the uncertainty is so scary. Especially since I hate telehealth therapy, so my options would be even more limited depending on where we end up.

Idk. Something about it all is just so triggering and idk how to make my own brain understand that it's for the best and will probably improve my life significantly, even to the extent that I can tolerate it happening *at all,* let alone to where I can actively participate and help make it happen!!!! Ugh!!!!!!

[foughtbelief]

STIGMA.

tldr: lex's mental state as a half nobody is... complicated, but is easily summed up to "he's suicidal, but won't make any plans".

so! that out of the way, let me explain what i mean by that.

lex adores life. he adores the way that life works "in mysterious ways", and all that comes with the beauty and terror and hope and despair of living in this strange life of his and everyone else's. he adores living, and laughing, and loving the worlds that hate him merely for existing.

yes. in his canon, nobodies are CANONICALLY stigmatized / demonized.

they are mocked and ridiculed, in only the luckiest and "beloved" of situations. most known nobodies, though, are treated as "lesser". as "Other". they're treated as data, as less than nothing, as barely ink on a page. they're not respected or treated well, and usually when someone hides that they're a nobody, only to be found out later by someone, they... their life gets far worse than if they would have just mentioned it.

even the best of people, with no stigma against any race, will hesitate around a nobody, because of how badly they are perceived. as such, lex carries those stigmas within himself.

he believes he's a monster. he believes he's capable only of pain and misery, hurting those he loves without remorse and without necessity. he believes that he deserves to be alone, and sometimes that translates in his head to he's better off dead.

but, much like someone who has faced death and came back swinging, WHICH HE HAS, lex is not someone who will throw away what good things he has simply because the world tells him he doesn't deserve what he has, and deserves death (as a young adult/late teenager) for simply not being fully human. he won't throw away his life, no, not in the way that most people would assume, but he is incredibly reckless with the life he lives.

he's careless and reckless and foolish. he makes dumb decisions so that he can reassure himself that someone he cares about cares about him too. in a server he's in for roleplay, he's managed to get past that - somewhat - with the help of a couple of other nobodies / reformed somebodies, such as a post-kh3 demyx and vivian highwind from the KH:AT game. but ultimately speaking, lex fucking hates himself, but loves life more than he hates himself. he also loves his best friend, and he loves what he does for his friend and his friend's family, and he loves to see his friend smile, and he loves his new dreameater. he loves, oh god does he love.

but the world he loves does not love him.

the world he loves so much hates him in return.

so much so that he blames himself for existing, for hurting them by breathing, for being somewhere he should be because others are uncomfortable. he is sorry, he is so so SORRY, he truly must be horrible if he cannot fix it - if he cannot help it - if it is in his nature to harm. he's so sorry, and he doesn't even know why anymore.

[bonafidehero]

Oh boy grief over the death of a child is probably the worst feeling for me, especially when you were a child with them and now they’re gone and you’re not and you’ve aged and they haven’t. I’m gonna be 33 and you’ll always be 10 and in my head I’ll always be 7 in relation to you and somehow that makes it worse. I try so hard to not daydream about what you’d be like and what our relationship would look like but literally just seeing a older brother younger sister duo sends me into tears over my oatmeal.

[solelifauna]

Yandere Batfam & Neglected Reader Prt.1

When your late mother had a one-night stand with Gotham's richest man, you find yourself at odds and cast aside by your father and his wayward family. Yet, it's only when you find peace that it all comes crumbling down.

TW: Neglect, injury, violence, death

(Y'all, it gets worse in the next post)

To be adopted by Bruce Wayne was akin to a golden ticket; rare but life-changing. You had been one of those (un)lucky souls who just happened to catch the infamous Bruce Wayne's attention, but not how you’d typically expect. You see, you weren't just some random kid, no, you were the byproduct of a one-night stand between your mother and Brucie Wayne. Of course, you obviously didn't know, and your mother was more than content in keeping who your father was a secret. So for the first 11 years of your life, you lived in ignorance of who your father was. Not that it really bothered you; your mother’s love was more than enough, and as long as you had her you knew you’d be fine. 

Then of course, tragedy struck. Your mother was caught in the crossfire between two rival gangs, a stray bullet lodging itself in the side of her head. You don't know how long you spent crying, cradling her dead body, willing her to come back to life. It wasn’t until police and paramedics had to pull you off your mother, that you realized the gravity of your situation. Without your mother and no father, you’d no doubt be sent into one of Gotham City's many orphanages left to be trafficked and killed. Running away seemed like the best option until a positive paternal DNA match came in for one Bruce Wayne. To say you were dumbstruck is an understatement. Bruce Wayne was your father? The man known for adopting children and loving them as his own was your father? You were both relieved and delighted. You didn't know Bruce Wayne personally, but just seeing the way he treated his other children gave you hope, hope that you could heal with this man and finally know your father.

So when child services dropped you at the manor, a small suitcase in tow and a shy, nervous smile on your face only to be met with poorly hidden annoyance and contempt; to say you were heartbroken would be a disservice to yourself. It was easy to discern that your presence was not welcome and considered a hindrance. Bruce spoke to you disconnectedly, offering a quick apology on the loss of your mother before handing you off to the family butler, Alfred. At least Alfred had the decency to apologize on your father’s behalf, taking his time to talk to you and show you around the manor. You liked Alfred, he seemed kind. It wasn't long until you both ran into one of your other siblings, the eldest brother, Richard or Dick Grayson. He seemed the kindest out of the bunch on tv, so you were hopeful he'd have a different reaction compared to your father. 

Disappointment was your friend once more when Dick gave you a strained smile and conversed with you with fake interest. He left as soon as the opportunity arose. Your other siblings were no different; Jason was rarely ever at the manor and when he was, he certainly didn't bother even acknowledging you (not that you minded, he was scary when he was mad). Tim couldn't care less about your presence, finding annoyance when you’d go up to him and try to converse.

Cass or Cassandra talked to you here and there, never unkind, but you knew you were just an afterthought for her; Stephanie on the other hand initially interacted with you, asking you questions and occasionally sitting and talking to you. It was soon that you realized she was just bored and you were the newest “thing” in the manor. Her interest wore off a week later, her interactions with you now short and dry.

The family as a whole just seemed to disregard you and often stilted their conversation around you. You’d notice the dining room would be filled with laughter and loud talking until you'd walk in; silence would overtake the once lively place as everyone switched to hushed conversations. It’s as if everyone but you knew something you didn't, a big inside secret that bonded everyone together. It wasn’t until you accidentally discovered that Bruce Wayne was Batman and that the rest of your siblings had vigilante alter egos that everything made sense. This had to be why everyone left you out! It was because they had a secret identity to protect and you obviously couldn't know!

You thought that once they knew that you were aware of their nightly activities, things would change for the better, that you’d be included and accepted. If anything, your admission was the worst possible thing you could have done. At least before, some of them had pretended to interact or say something to you. But now that you knew their big secret, they no longer had a reason to maintain their forced fronts and pretend to care (even if it was barely caring). They had bigger, better, more important things to worry about than some random girl who popped up and wasn't even a vigilante. 

But ever the idiot, you still tried. You still craved their love and affection, going out of your way to take gymnastics to impress Dick or take coding classes to try and engage with Tim. You even tried talking to Jason about books, something Alfred had mentioned was dear to Jason. You tried sign language with Cass but she was never around long enough for it to matter. None of your attempts were successful. You didn't even bother trying with Bruce, you knew that the man wanted nothing to do with you. 

The straw that broke the camel's back for you was when your half-brother, Damian Wayne was introduced to the manor. You thought that he'd be met with the same coldness as you, and that you’d finally have someone who was in the same boat as you, someone who'd understand. Boy were you wrong. Damian was met with such a warmth it made your skin itch and your eyes teary. You wanted to throw up, this isn't fair, he doesn't even try and he gets their love and attention, yet here you were begging for scraps. Regardless, you thought that at least you could try again with Damian, he was technically blood-related to you after all. Yet when he pulled a knife on you and almost cut your throat, instead leaving a cut on your cheek down to your jaw, you could only stare at him in shock. 

You expected outrage and at least some sort of punishment for Damian, considering he had attacked you unprovoked and that you had no prior martial arts training, you were just a civilian. Dick only pulled you aside after Alfred had patched you up, you’ll never forget the words he said to you.

“(Y/n), what Damian did was a mistake. He’s had a rough childhood with some very bad people and it's not his fault he reacted this way. I know you're hurting, and I promise that this will be the first and last time this ever happens. Please, forgive him.” Dick said softly and mourningly.

You just let out a quiet “okay” not even focusing on Dick’s words, no, your main point of focus was the large, warm hand tenderly cradling your injured cheek. You didn't even realize how touch starved you really were, practically melting into his palm. You almost verbally protested when he retracted his hand as soon as you said “okay”. He was leaving.

“Thanks (Y/n), we really appreciate it. He's a good kid, I promise, he just needs some love and attention is all. I’ll come around to check on you soon, okay?” He said, moving away from you, obviously distracted.

You just “hmmed” in response. You knew he was lying, he would never come see you after this, and you were partly right. He came around the manor all the time now, but never for you, only for your attacker. Damian never did apologize for attacking you by the way. He just moved on, most likely realizing that you weren't a threat and were not worth his energy. 

Your cheek would still forever be scared though, not that anyone cared.

That's okay though, you honestly didn't want to talk to him anyway. The entire “Damian” incident was forgotten about quickly as the family bonded and had movie nights, patrols, and hangouts that you were not invited to. Well technically you were, but you realized that your presence just ruined the overall mood so you just decided that it was better if you just stayed away. It's fine, you did NOT need them. You had other people in your corner that actually cared so you were fine (not really).

Thankfully, you had convinced Bruce (not that he really cared) to let you stay at your old school and not transfer to Gotham Prep. So you got to keep your friends, the only people who understood your plight at the manor, the only people who cared; it was after this that you decided to stop caring as well. You weren't chosen by Bruce Wayne, you were forced upon him. Wayne Manor was not your home, just a stop along the way.

So, you made your peace.

Then, of course things changed, and now the bat family was starting to turn their interests on you. 

Catching attention in Gotham was never a good thing.