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May 4, 2025

Hello, just a random thought I had.

So hear me out, Yan batfam x fem kratos-like Mc. So she has the powers of Kratos- none of the tattoos though, has spartan rage that gives her extreme strength that can rival superman and wields the blades of chaos and has the scar burns on her arms from the chains wrapped around her wrists but she hides them with hoodies and bandages. The Batfam doesnt know it's her due to her always hiding her face and knowing how to avoid the security cameras and she acts on her own as a vigilante, but they find out one day due to accidentally seeing her taking off her hoodie when she thought she was alone and see her scars and instantly decide- 'I'mma adopt this angry bitch.'

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So this has been incredibly interesting to write and I am sorry if I went ahead and changed the idea you had of this story but I hope you still like it!

Also I wrote a quick backstory of Kratos!reader so if there's anything wrong with it I am sorry but I also didn't want to focus on it for too long and focus on the yanderes.

Please do remember that this is a fictional story so the history about Spartans might be wrong in some parts to make it make sense alongside the injustice towards Ares.

Dividers made by: @saradika-graphics, @thecutestgrotto and @successfulicons

W.C: 8.7k

T.w: illegal cage fighting, blood, death, drug mentioning, hallucination and toxins, use of sedatives, bad panic attack description

You were once a warrior, one of the many warriors that fought for Sparta's honour and for their right to dominate Greece. And you were proud of your city's reputation and power, that's why you joined the spartan army young, at 7 years old, to help your city with their quest for power.

That's why, when some barbarians killed all of the soldiers in your platoon in an ambush, you didn't hesitate to call for Ares, the god of war, to bargain your soul in exchange for enough power to slaughter the barbarians that dared to kill your platoon and make a mock of the Sparta's military power.

You didn't care that you were now a soldier for Ares's army and not a Spartan soldier anymore, you were happy that the god gave you the opportunity to get revenge against the barbarians that dared to mock Sparta's military and allowed you to get revenge for your fallen comrades.

The chains on your arms that manifested once your soul became Ares's property will always be the reminder of the choice you made that you will come to regret, alongside the Blades of Chaos that the god gave you after you finished the slaughter of the barbarians to reward you since you proved to the god that you were worthy of the power he gave you.

And the consequences of the choices you made did come to hit you right on the face one fateful day, when you and the rest of Ares's army were sent to destroy another Greek city in the gods name, one you didn't care to even remember the name of as you just wanted to make the god proud and receive another reward from him like the Blades of Chaos.

Once you got to the city with the army, you started to slaughter every person that was in your path before you came across a temple, a small one dedicated to a small god, and entered it to see if there was someone inside it.

As you entered the temple you saw a small group of people that were praying to the small god, who was the patron of the temple, and after a moment of you counting them in your mind to see how much time it would take you to kill them, you just started killing them with no care of the world, so used to the screams and plead of mercy from the people you were killing that you blocked out the noises.

You were almost done, the last person in the temple was a kneeling priestess in front of you, staring down at her in silence, blood dripping from your blades as she prayed to Achelois.

"I pray to Achelois, Goddess of the comfort and healing to protect me and guide me to the Underworld, to the domain of Hades with no pain," she stopped her prayer to glare at you and added "and I hope you suffer the worst punishment in the Underworld, that you will never rest peacefully in the Elysium".

You just stared at her in silence for a few seconds and just said in a very monotone voice "I really don't care" before cutting her head off her neck in just one swing, watching with a blank look on your face as her head rolled off while her neck started bleeding as her body slumped on the floor.

After killing the priestess, you started to walk out of he temple while avoiding the bodies of the people you killed, your body covered in their blood and to which you paid no mind to. As you reached the exit, you failed to notice an arm on your path and managed to trip on it and, after falling down and quickly getting up, you started to kick the body of whom the arm belonged to in anger and out of embarrassment for the humiliation you just suffered.

Once you were done kicking the man and calmed down, you decided to look at whoever managed to make you trip and humiliate you with their dead body, but what you saw froze you in place as you recognised the dead man's face. You stared in shock as your father, the one you didn't see for years after you sold your soul to Ares, and who was hugging the dead body of your mother.

You knelt down in front of your parents bodies and started crying as you realised that you killed them, gently grabbing both of their hands and shaking them, trying to wake them up like they were sleeping, hoping that it was all just a bad dream and that they would wake up and hug you and make it all ok.

You cried as you knew that they would never wake up again and comfort you like they used to, you killed them and their last moment will always be watching their child killing them with a blank look on your face, with no remorse at all and without even recognising who they were.

As you cried, a priestess that you didn't kill because she was hiding, cursed you by turning your parents bodies in ashes and marked your body with those ashes, so that you will always remember what horrible deed you had done.

Afterwards you decided to take revenge on Ares, who tricked you into killing your family after Athena told you that he sent you to that city on purpose. You even let go of the Blades of Chaos once you found out that Ares tricked you, wanting to show to Athena and yourself that you refused to do anything in the name of the God of War once again. You didn't care of the consequences and whatever punishment that the rest of the Olympus would give you after you killed the actual God of War because you needed to take revenge for your parents and especially yourself.

Thanks to Athena you managed to find the Pandora's Box and the Blade of the Gods and managed to kill Ares in a very long battle that unfortunately ended with the chains on your arms being ripped off your arms, leaving deep wounds that made you scream when he did that but managed to keep fighting and finally kill the God.

Unfortunately the gods weren't so nice when you were brought in front of them in the Olympus and they decided to imprison you for life in a statue of Ares and leave you in the same body so you would never age and the wounds on your arms would never heal to make your suffering go as long as possible.

The worst thing that they did after imprisoning you in the statue of Ares was to put you right in one of the most populated city where they would always worship the god, no matter if they were at war or not, and made you watch as people were worshipping the dead god and remind you every day of your life and your choices while stuck in the statue of the same God that ruined your life and made you kill your parents.

Days passed slowly in that prison, the pain in your arms keeping you grounded for the first few decades, keeping you sane and reminding you of why you did what you did.

But not long after, your sanity slowly started to crack as the echoes of the prayers towards Ares started to chip away into your mind and slowly destroying it without the people even knowing what they were doing.

Your mind was slowly deteriorating and you started seeing things even though you knew they were fake. That they weren't real. But you held onto those things with all your might, needing to talk to someone in this prison, too desperate to have someone close to you after so long of being alone.

You watched as the temple, once full of people and followers, slowly become desolated as centuries passed and admiring as nature slowly took control of the inside and outside of the temple. You would've laughed at the thought of one of Ares's temples being left with no one taking care of it but you hadn't used your voice in so long that you doubted that you could actually laugh.

You could feel vines slowly wrapping around your legs and waist before feeling the moss slowly taking over your body before everything finally turned black as the moss and vines fully covered you after maybe years of work.

After staring at the darkness of your prison covered in nature, you decided to just close your eyes and fall in the arms of Morpheus after centuries of staying awake and listening to the voices of your parents and the god belittling you or infantalizing you whenever you tried to free yourself.

You must've slept for almost four to five centuries, maybe even more, because when you woke up you were surrounded by people talking in a language that you didn't understand and being blinded by some kind of lightning that, at first, made you thought that Zeus was punishing you before realising that it was just a weird machine that the people around your prison were using to see more clearly in the ruins of your temple.

You stared at them as they moved you and all the things in the temple to another, even bigger, temple, a bit confused as to where and especially why they were moving you and putting you in boxes, then leaving you in a weird room where people brushed your prison and cleaned it from all of the moss and vines that you were wrapped in.

Then, if that wasn't enough to confuse you as to how much time passed, your prison got moved to a pedestal, where lots of people stared at you while talking in a weird language that you couldn't understand. The worst part was that they kept using a weird machinery that reminded you of Zeus and his lighting since it left you confused and got weird white spots in your vision for a bit before it went away.

But one day everything changed for you. You were sleeping in the weird temple and got so used to the noises of the people that came to see you that you ignored some noises around you to focus on sleeping as you were exhausted and finally found a way to get your head in a comfortable position.

Unfortunately, you were so deep in your sleep that you failed to notice that someone was moving you and your prison somewhere else and only woke up once you smelled a very familiar stench, something you hoped to never smell or even see again once you opened your eyes to see what was going on around you.

And what you saw confirmed your deepest fear as you saw the bodies of at least three people in front of you, unsure if there were more behind you as you couldn't turn around inside your prison. Their blood covered almost all of the floor around you but, as you focused on the room you were in, it didn't cross a line of candles that probably surrounded you.

Once the shock slowly wore off, you finally noticed that there were voices chanting the same things over and over again in a weird language that you knew wasn't the same language that the people you saw everyday in the weird temple spoke, making you understand that they were doing a sort of ritual.

As you listened to them chanting you started to feel your prison slowly turn hot, like you were being cooked inside of it and at first the heat wasn't bothering you but it slowly started to grow. After not even 2 minutes you felt like screaming, even though you hadn't used your voice for centuries and especially since you knew that no one could hear your voice if you decided to scream.

As the heat grew stronger your pain also did and tears started to go down your cheeks as you begged the Gods, even Athena, to please end your suffering and let you die if that's what they wanted to do with this ritual. But, as you started to give up and let the heat kill you, cracks started to form around your prison and once the last crack formed around your face, your prison finally broke and you fell down on the blood covered floor.

You quickly got up once you realised that you were free and actually feeling the blood on your skin, starting to try and wipe the blood off of your skin while ignoring how the robed people were speaking to you.

In your panic to get the blood off while mumbling apologies you ignored how they went back to chanting, needing to see your skin and not the blood covering it.

Unfortunately, as you kept wiping their chant started to make a blob of blood from the sacrifices rise and once you noticed it, that blob completely covered your head while the robed people continuing to chant. Your screams were being muffles as your hands tried to pull off the blob of blood engulfing your whole head.

As they chanted, the blood slowly entered in your mouth and ears while you tried to stop it as you didn't want to drink the blood of the poor victims that got killed because of you.

Only once all the blood was inside did he chanting stop, making you gasp for air before immediately puking as you could taste the blood on your tongue, the guilt of being the reason those people died growing stronger.

You raised your head when you finally stopped puking and looked at one of the cultist, probably the leader since his robe had more details sewed on the hem and the hoodie. You blinked a few times when he started talking and somehow you could understand him when you were sure that, not even 5 minutes ago, you couldn't understand shit of this era.

Once you finally went past the shock of being able to understand the language you realised that the man was still talking and that you didn't hear anything. You finally started to listen to him and just prayed to Athena that he didn't say anything too important when you weren't listening.

You stared at him as he talked, just watching his lips move as your brain slowly translated what he was saying thanks to the weird ritual they did. "Oh great warrior, we've freed you from your prison so listen to our wishes in exchange!" he demanded, his voice loud so both you and the other cultists in the back could hear.

When your mind finally translated everything he just said, you nodded since you were curious as to why they freed you and to regain some strength as he went back to talking. He reminds you of Hermes with the way he talks and how he acts like he's so important and full of himself.

"We've given you freedom from your prison so freed us from the shackles that our society and those pesky vigilantes keep on enforcing on us!" he proclaimed proudly, looking down at you, obviously expecting you to agree with the way he was moving his body, like he was getting ready to turn around and announce that you agreed.

But unfortunately for him, the time in your prison changed you. Maybe for the best, maybe for the worst but it changed you. You slowly got up and ignored your parents voices telling you to stand down and accept your role as a bringer of freedom, reprimanding you when they realised that you weren't listening to them like before.

You took a step towards the cultist, ignoring how you stepped on a puddle of blood next to the hand of one of the sacrifices, and stared at him in silence before spitting some of the blood you still had in your mouth on his shoe "No."

As he realised what happened and his face went from surprise to anger, you grabbed him by the neck and squeezed, making sure he wouldn't die but he also wouldn't be able to speak without some difficulty.

"Freedom… you kill," you started, your voice hoarse as you had puked and also hadn't talked in a while. You moved some of your hair away from your face to glare directly at him, showing him all the hatred you felt at the moment from his and his cult actions.

You slowly started to squeeze his neck, ignoring his pleas and how he was scratching your wrist to get free and just squeezed until he finally stopped moving.

You turned to look at the rest of the cultists before sighing, knowing it was going to take a while, but you also wanted to give some justice for the victims who died to free you.

You killed the rest of the cultists in under 15 minutes and used their robes to cover the victims bodies.

Afterwards you stole some clothes from a few cultists to dress like the people you saw in the museum, knowing it would be weird if you just wore your spartan clothes.

You left the building and just roamed around for a bit before following some kids to Crime Alley, not knowing where you were going.

As you walked you found some beat up shoes near a dumpster and wore them, noticing how everyone was wearing them and how your sandals were basically holding by a thread.

You kept following the kids without saying anything while ignoring the voices of your parents berating you the whole time.

After a while you did see that the kids had noticed you and were looking behind a few times.

But fortunately they let you follow them and, after some days of you resting near their hideouts without actually going in, they started to accept you and shared some food as they saw you didn't really eat when you followed them.

Plus you also defended them from traffickers trying to kidnap some of the young girls by breaking a mans wrist and knocking another guy unconscious with a punch.

So you were accepted easily.

It was another day of you and the kids hanging out in an abandoned warehouse, with you sitting on a wooden crate and watching the kids playing around with a ball and keeping it bouncing, a small smile on your face as they were playing a game from your childhood in Sparta.

As you watched them play, you ate some bread that they stole for you when they saw that you usually didn't really eat unless given some food so they started giving you a part of their loot whenever they stole or bought something, waiting until you bit into whatever hey gave you before leaving you alone.

Hell, one of kids called Annie once brought you a roll of bandages when she saw your never healing wounds on your wrists and even wrapped it around your wrists when you tried to bite the bandages, thinking it was a weird type of food.

Watching them play and just being kids made you so happy that you vowed to Artemis that you would do anything in your power to protect your kids and let them survive in their own way.

Unfortunately, things didn't really go well for the small gang of kids.

Two kids got caught pick pocketing a big shot in a gang and, because you were following them, you broke the mans arm when he tried to hit one of the kids, wanting to protect your friends.

You also broke his jaw when he threatened to kill those kids and make you watch, refusing to accept his threat and used your strength to shut him up.

Afterwards you ran away with the kids and told them in your best words to go away from this hideout and go somewhere else, maybe the other part of Crime Alley to be safer.

You knew those guys would come for them and you and those kids so if they found you first then it would be better than them finding those kids.

You waited in the abandoned warehouse and scratched on your chain wounds on your arms, annoyed that the gods had made that your wounds would never heal and remain there to bring you pain and to remind you of Ares.

Once the gang arrived you were ready to fight, already assessing the strongest and weakest as they entered the warehouse.

But the leader, a short guy with the worst teeth you've ever seen, started talking while pointing a weird thing towards you.

As your mind translated what he said, you understood that if you didn't do as he said he would kill the kids that you protected.

So you accepted, knowing that he probably had other men that could kill your friends and you wanted to protect them.

And that's how you found yourself in an underground fighting ring, fighting everyday against bigger men and women to make sure your friends would be safe.

The bruises and wounds kept your mind sharp since you would get distracted during the fight and think you were in an actual battlefield and almost killed 3 people, 3 different times because of it.

You always got held back by the end so no one ever died, unfortunately.

It was another day and you were inside that fighting ring once again, your black eye still evident as a guy twice your size punched you in the face so hard that your eye was bloodshot.

Staying in the base where the gang organise fights made you unaware of how much time it's been. Maybe days, or weeks. Or even a month or two. You don't know.

You were standing in front of a guy who was, once again, twice your size and looked like he wanted to kill you, making you roll your eyes when he said something as you knew it was an insult or a threat.

You didn't really care, after the first few people that threatened you, you got used to it and mostly ignored them to just fight.

You needed to fight.

If you didn't fight then those kids would get killed by those gangsters. You needed to protect them.

At least them. You needed to save someone. You needed to prove to yourself and your parents voices that you could save someone and not only be a killer.

Once you heard the bell that signalled the start of the fight you dodged an obvious punch to your face but got hit by another in your stomach.

You could hear screaming, cheers and people booing at either you or your opponent. You didn't care, you needed to win.

You managed to avoid another punch in the face and kicked his leg, quickly dodging by rolling when he didn't kneel down like you planned and instead punched the ground where you were a few seconds ago.

You quickly got up and blocked another punch thrown at you before gasping when he kicked you right in the stomach, making you kneel down while coughing, almost puking some bread you ate two days ago. As you coughed, the guy kicked you right on the head to try and make you faint or give up.

As you tried to ignore your parents voices, you didn't see the guy got down in front of you before looking at him when he said "you should give up, the ring isn't a place for kids."

Unfortunately, what he said combined with your parents voices telling you to give up and let your friends be killed, made you see red since you tired of others telling you to give up, that you weren't made for something, to let someone you were fighting so hard to protect, die.

You looked up at the guy and smiled at him before spitting on his eye, using the distraction to punch him on the face with all your might, ignoring the loud crack of his nose breaking.

As he stumbled backwards while, you got up and kicked him right under the chin before kicking his face with another kick, breathing heavily as he stood there, hoping that he would fall down and not keep standing there, not wanting to keep fighting.

Fortunately, luck was on your side and the guy fell down, making you glad as you could see some black spots in your vision. You slowly got off the ring and walked to one of the corners of the warehouse you were in, needing to get somewhere else to faint and not right in the ring where everyone could see and get to you.

You got on top of some crates and sat down on it before slowly closing your eyes and just hoped that you wouldn't be out for too long as you didn't want to find another gang member on you.

Once you reopened your eyes, you immediately knew something was wrong. Before closing your eyes, the whole warehouse was very loud and filled with people screaming and talking loudly but now, now it was filled with silence. And you knew it was impossible for the gang to have forgotten you there, they found you too valuable and would've never left you at the warehouse.

As you sat up, a hand on your head since it still hurt from the hit from before, you could already see most of the people on the ground. You slowly got off the crates you were on and stayed low, worried that it was another gang who decided to fight the one holding you hostage.

You slowly got to one of the people on the floor and was glad that he wasn't dead and was just knocked out once you saw that he was sleeping and there wasn't any blood on him or around him. As you checked the man, you noticed some canisters around, making you confused as to what they were as you've never seen those before.

You quickly looked up when you heard some gun shooting and quickly laid back down next to the man, using him as a shield as you heard the shooting getting closer.

You stayed down until you heard the leader call for you, his tone meaning that he wanted you to come to him immediately.

You slowly got up and saw the leader holding a man with a red helmet on gunpoint, the men around him either gravely injured or dead on the floor.

As you walked up to him, you could feel helmet guy staring at you before his gaze fell on your bleeding wrist, making you hide your arms behind your back and glare at him.

Once you reached the leader, you stood next to him, wanting to know why he called you since he could just shoot helmet guy. "You see this bastard?" he asked, pointing the gun at helmet man before continuing without waiting for you to answer him, "he's the son of a bitch who decided that busting in my base when I planned another fight for you so," he stopped to grab you by the hair and push you towards him.

"You shall fight this bastard and if you don't kill him then you know what happens."

With a soft sigh you walked towards the man, feeling sorry for him but you also wouldn't hold back your punches.

The least you could do for him is kill him quickly so he wouldn't suffer too much.

But, as you went to punch him, you suddenly felt yourself with no more ground under your feet and fell to the side, hitting your head to the ground hard.

You hissed once the pain registered and immediately glared at the man with the helmet, knowing he did it since he was the only one near you. Plus, you could feel him smirking under his dumb helmet, making you want to take it off of him to use it to bash his head open.

You quickly got up and tackled him to the ground, using the moment of surprise to repeatedly punch his head to the ground, hoping it would do something since you couldn't really hit any vital points, feeling some sort of armour under his clothes when you tackled him.

Unfortunately he recovered quickly and punched you on the side to push you off, making you more angry as you didn't like how much stronger he was compared to you.

You were a goddamn spartan warrior who fought for the God of War! You wouldn't let yourself be defeated by some man wearing some armour.

You got up and went to punch him but got blocked when he punched you to the stomach, hard, making you double over in pain and puke the small contents in your stomach to the floor next to him. You secretly hoped some of it got on his pants.

As you tried to regain your breath and punch him, he looked down at you and just said "your friends are safe, they sent me" before punching you and letting you fall on the ground, your vision starting to blur.

The last thing you heard was the familiar sound of a gunshot before you finally closed your eyes and let the darkness surround you.

You woke up on a bed.

The last thing you remembered was hearing helmet man saying that your friends were safe, making you happy and relieved.

But the happiness was short lived once your brain decided to remind you of your, almost surely, broken nose and concussed head. Plus, now that you fully slept, you could feel your chest hurting, probably from a few cracked ribs after all those punched you would get in your chest and sides.

You groaned loudly at the pain, mentally cursing helmet man and the, hopefully dead, gang leader for making you fight all those dicks that wanted to fight a freaking teenager.

You slowly sat up when you heard a door open and stared at helmet man, even though he wasn't wearing a helmet this time. He was wearing a weird mask that covered his eyes now.

But you knew he was helmet man, the way he stood and just his presence made you understand he was the man you fought.

If you could call it a fight.

You glared at him from the bed as he walked up to you and set a bowl of soup on the nightstand next to you.

"Figured you might be hungry, eat up kid"

You just kept glaring at him and mumbled "ἀνασεισίφαλλος" before slowly grabbing the bowl to eat it.

As you ate, you ignored his obvious staring, only looking at him once you finished the soup to hand him the bowl.

"Another, good"

You probably finished his whole pot of soup since you just kept asking for more, too hungry to care about him.

Plus the soup was good.

Afterwards he sat down on a chair next to your bed and just stared at you before asking.

"So, who are you kid?"

Making you look at him confused, not understanding why he asked you that since you assumed your friends must've told him who you were.

Nevertheless you answered with a solid "me".

The two of you kept staring at each other, helmet guy now renominated mask guy staring at you like he was waiting for you to say something else while you went back to thinking on the soup and how you wanted some more.

Finally, after almost a minute of you and mask guy staring at each other, he finally caved by letting out a sigh and asked with an annoyed tone in his voice "your name kid, what's your name", making you nod seriously before looking back at him in silence.

In all the years being stuck in your prison, you had forgotten your name. Even your parents voices were silent as you tried to remember it because they were just a creation of your mind to keep you sane. If you could say that you were sane.

Mask guy looked at you in shock when you clearly showed that you didn't remember your own name before letting out another sigh, looking angrier than before as you saw his fist clutch tighter, like he was ready to punch you.

To be sure, you got ready to get hit, not wanting to be thrown in the streets again. Plus, if you did get punched and didn't let it show that you got hurt, he might give you more food. Some guys in the old gang you were in gave you some bread or even a cold hot dog.

You looked up when you didn't get punched, a bit annoyed since you were hoping for some soup or some stale bread. You would do anything for more of that soup.

Mask guy did look tired when you looked at him, at least that's what you guessed since you couldn't really understand body language even though you spent centuries watching people.

You froze when he suddenly let out a huge sigh and got ready to whatever he was going to do, too used to the gang leader (to which you never learned his name as everyone called him boss) suddenly sighing and hitting you for things you never understood as he never explained why he hit you or what you did wrong.

Fortunately for you, he just wiped his face with a hand and slowly got up and grabbed the chair, making sure to show with his body language that he was just going to walk out the room when he saw you looking at his hands and at how he was holding the chair.

You waited until he was fully out the door and let go of the chair to relax and slowly lay back down, groaning softly at the pain from all over your body.

As you laid down while trying to not make your injuries worse and hurting your body, you failed to notice how mask guy was staring at you from the door.

Once your head hit the pillow, you immediately fell asleep, your body too sore and in pain to make you stay awake and vigilant since you didn't know who Mask guy was.

Maybe that's why you failed to see how mask guy and his family, who you will meet soon enough, obsession towards you was growing.

Weeks passed as you and mask guy, now named Jason after he heard you call him that for asking for some more food, grew close. You did freeze whenever he raised his hand over his chest, thinking he might hit you for anything you did and he doesn't fully trust you since he still wear the mask around you.

Sometimes you would get a distant look in your eyes when you would be alone, which happens during the night when Jason leaves for patrol. But you usually returned to normal when he came back and patted the space next to you to not spook you or get punched, which happened too many times before he learned to not touch you when you're standing still and didn't react when he comes through the door, before sending you to bed as he learned that you would wait until he was home before falling asleep.

He did see that you could stay awake for days until he said something about it and your head hit a pillow, then you would get knocked out for hours or until Jason made a sudden noise, which wakes you up.

But, during the day and around Jason you acted normal, at least as normal as you could be for someone who doesn't know anything about the 21 century. With him, you learned to clean up after yourself and cook the simplest meals like box mac and cheese or (add whatever simple meal you think of).

He did have to explain to you that you can't always eat soup, when you learned to cook it, as it wasn't a very nutritious meal that you can eat everyday. He also had to set a chart on the fridge to make you see when you were supposed to eat when he saw that sometimes, if he wasn't home all the time, you would forget to eat.

You once went a whole week without eating and mostly drinking water (you learned that it was safe after Jason saw that you didn't drink it and learned that you thought it wasn't safe to drink) after he left for a week long mission with the Outlaws. He came back to you looking horrible and had to control whatever you ate for another week before trusting you enough to leave you alone at home when he would go out for patrol at night or just going out for groceries or other things during the day.

He also learned to leave fruits, small packets of snacks or yogurt pouches in the fridge for you to eat during the day while he was out so you wouldn't go hungry until it was time for lunch/dinner.

He did teach you on how to use the TV but he also set a timer as he once caught you watching the TV all day when he had to help the Bats after a big Arkham breakout. But he was glad that you grew to prefer reading books like him after he brought home a box of books that Roy and Kori brought him as a late birthday gift.

You did prefer fantasy books instead of classical literature, mostly because you couldn't understand or appreciate the old English those authors used. Plus, fantasy appealed to you more when there were only battles with almost no romance in it. Jason once found one of your books lying around and it was filled with parts underlined with a pencil whenever there was a battle you liked.

He laughed when he found actual scores at the end of every battle, you actually gave each battle a score and would put a smiley face or a frowny face if you liked or didn't like the battle. Jason guessed that if you were able to write then you would probably write pointers on how the characters should've fought and what they did wrong.

And as you and Jason grew closer, you slowly failed to notice all the things that were starting to change with him.

You woke up one day to him not wearing his mask while making himself some breakfast, making you confused at first before shrugging and grabbing a yogurt pouch from the fridge to drink while continuing to read a book he bought you a few days ago.

You started to see him more often around the apartment, bringing new things in the apartment every time he would go out for one of his grocery runs. He once came home to two bags filled with clothes for you, making you confused as to why you needed new clothes when the ones you had were just fine even though you were just wearing a shirt and some pants that Jason gave you that were too big on you.

He also started to teach you how to write and would do simple things to take care of you during the day like leaving a plate of your favourite fruits cut in pieces next to you when you were reading or doing some writing exercises.

You never noticed how he would always watch you. How he would study you, on how you acted and the way you moved. Like you were a puzzle he wanted to understand but he didn't have all the pieces of it.

The turning point of his obsession happened when he came home one night, his mind raging him to destroy everything and everyone that was on his path. To kill whoever tried to stop him.

He was trying so hard to go to his room and lock himself there but stopped when he saw you stirring something in a pot on the stove, sipping on a yogurt pouch and listening to the TV playing the mini-series adaptation of Pride and Prejudice on the background.

The sight of you standing there, doing your own thing when he would usually find you on the couch frozen, so still that he sometimes wondered if you were actually breathing as he couldn't see you chest rising. The fact that you felt so safe and relaxed in one of his safe houses, that you would do your own things and not care about his reaction when he would eventually come back.

And when you turned around to look at him, that's when he knew that he could never let you go. You smiled at him even when you saw that his eyes were green instead of his usual blue. You looked at him like he was him and not a monster that even his family was wary of.

You looked at him with no fear in your eyes and said in the most casual tone he ever heard you speak "want some soup? Better eaten together", and he felt all the anger in his body cool down, like it was never there before. And he accepted and ate some soup with you on the couch while watching the Pride and Prejudice series with you.

And everything just felt right at that moment, and he wished that every day would be like this, just you and him eating together in the comfortable silence you unknowingly created.

Unfortunately, everything went down south in just a day that not even Jason could prepare for.

You had been called by Jason via a phone he gave you (something that you usually used to take photos of random things you would see during the day) as he wanted you to come to a restaurant to meet some people.

Unfortunately, you would never make it to the restaurant.

As you followed the GPS map to the restaurant, Scarecrow decided to attack the part of the city you were walking in, using his new fear gas to cause chaos and destruction.

Once you breathed the fear gas, you could see yourself standing in a barren land. You looked around and could see Ares (Scarecrow) standing tall on a hill (on top of a truck) while laughing mockingly at you.

You looked down at yourself and saw that you weren't wearing your normal clothes that Jason threw at you after waking you up and instead you were wearing your warrior garb, the same one in which you fought Ares.

The wounds on your wrists were fully open, just like when the god had pulled the chains off your wrists and were actively bleeding, blood dripping on the ground and slowly forming a puddle on the ground.

You looked back up when you heard Ares's laugh once again and just knew that if he was alive, then you would have to kill him once again.

You did it once. You can do it once more even if you didn't have the Blades of the Gods.

Once you saw that he had some soldiers around, you looked around and saw a pipe lying around, probably from a few explosions you heard going around. You picked it up and swung it around a bit to feel it before running towards the soldiers around Ares, attacking the one most far away from the others.

Once you knocked him out, you swiftly attacked the rest, a bit confused as to why Ares didn't do anything immediately and especially why he didn't even notice his soldiers getting beaten immediately.

You were also disappointed that his soldiers, the one you know he trained himself since he was the one who trained you, and you knew that all his soldiers weren't this weak and dumb. But maybe your memory was playing jokes to you.

Once all the soldiers were knocked out, you got on top of the hill (truck) with a bit of difficulty and stood right in front of him, ready to go on another battle against the god who ruined your life.

You stared at him and dodged his attack towards your head with a pitchfork, making you a bit confused as to why Ares would use such a weapon, before attacking him by hitting his side with the pipe and then on the head when he lowered his head a bit from your first hit.

Afterwards, you kicked him off the hill and jumped down afterwards, discarding the pipe to kick him on the stomach to keep him down. You got down to your knees and started to punch him on the face over and over again, tears pooling in your eyes as all the anger and resentment you felt towards Ares started to resurface.

You had to be pulled away from Ares and felt something prick your neck, making you fight whoever was holding you before feeling yourself growing weaker very fast.

The last thing you saw was the blurry sight of a red helmet, making you let out a weak "Jason..?" before everything went dark.

You woke up in the dark, your body once again sore from your fight against the fake Ares. You groaned when you tried to move your body, letting out a small "μὰ τὴν Ἀθηνᾶν" as you could feel the soreness in your muscles after fighting people when you didn't warm up beforehand.

But, as you tried to move, you realised that you couldn't. You could feel your limbs being held down on something hard and cold, making you panic at the thought of you being back in your prison, especially since you couldn't see where or what was happening around you.

You started to hyperventilate at the thought of being back in that prison, alone in the dark without being allowed to move and stuck on just listening to your thoughts and your parents voices.

In your panic, you didn't notice many eyes staring at you from the dark as you kept panicking. One of the many eyes pushed a button and you slowly felt weak before falling asleep.

The eyes kept watching you until your heartbeat went back to normal before moving to a big screen in the middle of the cave.

A figure was already there, it sat in front of the screen and replaying the short fight you had against Scarecrow before pausing it when you hit the Halloween man on the head with a pile, your face clearly shown in front of the whole screen.

The figure then turned around to look at the rest of the other figures before finally turning the lights on, revealing an annoyed Barbara Gordon and the rest of the Bat vigilantes all in the Batcave.

"Let me get this straight, you found that kid working in an underground fighting ring that looked exactly like the kid we saw being freed from a statue by a cult, which was found dead when we got there, thanks to video surveillance and instead of calling any of us or maybe Diana," she stopped to take a big breath while raising her glasses with one hand and rubbing both of her eyes with the other in frustration before looking back at Jason, who was standing in front of her and didn't look guilty or ashamed of what he did.

"You decided to take care of them when it was clear who they were even though they killed 8 people" she finished angrily, looking at Bruce and Dick to get them to say something to Jason.

Jason just looked at her in silence, letting her speak and reprimand him as he knew she would get angrier if he stopped her mid rant "they're just a kid, I could see them being scared when they were forced to fight me since they thought those bastards had some kids as hostages," he explained, both hands in his leather jacket pockets to hide how hard he was clenching them, ready to attack anyone of his family if they tried to send his little sibling to Arkham or somewhere else.

"They didn't even remember their own name when I asked them, took them a week to remember it and even then," he stopped to take a deep breath, the scene playing in his head, "even after telling me their name, they looked so insecure, like they weren't sure if that was their real name".

He turned his head back to look at where you were sleeping, a small smile forming on his face before quickly returning to a frown when he looked at Bruce "they're a kid that never learned to be a kid, you can't expect them to know what's right and wrong when they were stuck in a statue! So don't you fucking dare do anything to them" and walked to where you were, taking off the restraints that held you down on the bed.

He gently picked you up and went towards the elevator, stopping to look back at the Bats to say "but if you want to learn about them, then just come to my room, they're different than what you believe they are" before stepping into the elevator and getting upstairs.

He brought you to his room and gently laid you down in his bed, knowing you would panic if you woke up again in a dark room while being restrained. He turned around to see his family at the door and smiled, happy that they listened to him and trusted him.

You woke up on a bed once again but it was soft this time, It wasn't hard and after a few seconds you realised that you weren't restrained.

You slowly sat up and looked around, curious as to where you were since you spent most of your time in Jason's apartment and never really went outside the city.

As you looked around, someone walked inside the room and waited until you turned to look at him to say something.

"You're awake, good. Are you hungry?"

You looked at him confused, not knowing who he was before noticing that he was holding a plate of soup, making you quickly nod as you wanted to eat that.

You grabbed the food when the man offered you the plate and started to eat eagerly, immediately knowing that the soup was made by Jason as you recognised the ingredients and the way it was cooked.

As you ate, you looked at the man standing next to the bed, curious as to why he was still there and why he was smiling while watching you eat.

You gave him the empty plate when you were done and asked, "Jason?", wanting to know where the man was as you felt safest with him and wanted to be with him, assuming the man knew Jason since he brought you a plate of soup that only Jason could make.

The man smiled once again, making you feel a bit creeped out at how much he was smiling to you as you never met someone so happy.

"Oh, he's downstairs with the others. Want to go to him?"

You nodded at it and slowly got up, holding back a groan at the pain you felt from how sore you felt before following the man, watching him the whole time as you needed to see if he was trustworthy and ready to attack him if he was going to attack you.

Once you got downstairs and walked inside a room, which reminded you of the living room of the mansion of Mr Darcy. But that thought quickly faded in the back once you saw Jason sitting between two men you didn't know.

But you didn't care and ran up to him, hugging him when he got up, happy that he was here and calm, which meant that the people in the room are safe and not a threat.

As you hugged, you didn't see the way Jason looked at you and how the rest of the family were looking at you and Jason, failing to see the upcoming threat that the family would soon to come towards the two of you.

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