Synopsis: Batfamily x neglected Reader who is inspired by Effy Stonem and Tracy Freeland. Basically how the Batfamily would be able to handle the depressed drug addict party girl, but slowly becomes more protective.
CW: Underage graphic depictions of drugs and alcohol, Overdosing, explicit language, kissing, attempted suicide, PSYCHOLOGICAL TRAUMA, Child neglect, RAPE, Non-con (NO INCEST) sensitive topics not suitable for readers under the age of 18. Readers discretion is advised
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You learned quickly that promises were never meant to be kept.
At first, it was just on Saturdays, something to keep your mind at bay. It wasn’t a big deal, just something to take the edge off from day-to-day life; it made you feel weightlessness, whole, and normal.
You wouldn’t say you were happy before...nor were you sad. But with the drug in your system, it gave you the feeling of content. To be able to drift through life like a fish in water breathing through its gills.
You were living a different life you couldn’t have comprehended without the feeling of euphoria. You were going through a world so grey you didn’t know how you were able to live before then. Things are different now.
You no longer felt the need to pretend. To believe that one day you were gonna grow wings, a chemical reaction. To pretend that you were going to be free. That one day the heavy weight in your chest would finally release—Like confetti popping from a party popper, sudden and evaporating.
To think that you would be happy. Truly happy—Not the smiles that never quite reach your eyes, the forced laughs to convince yourself you were alive. Faking a life of normalcy that you couldn’t even begin comprehending. The cycle was beginning to become tiring. Convincing yourself that you were fine was getting old. Telling yourself that you didn’t need anyone was sickening.
Instead, you learned to accept.
To accept that your world would be muted, and dull. Full of self-hatred and self-wallowing. That you would touch things and feel nothing—cold water wouldn't feel cold, and warm hugs wouldn't feel warm.
Going through daily life without conscious, emotional engagement, like a doll. Not eating, sleeping, or taking care of yourself like normal people would. You were a shell, your body a husk for your soul to reside.
And your shell was slowly deteriorating as the days went by, and the months passed. The least you could do was adapt to it and protect yourself from vulnerability.
But the thing is, the drug acted as your shield. It was impenetrable. And without it, there wouldn’t be any more weightlessness—The feeling of being inside a dream, colorful and idealistic. You could float there for eternity.
You didn’t have to think about the feeling of heaviness that was weighing you down day by day. Watching as time tricked and moved as you tried your best to catch up, like Alice in Wonderland, but the difference between you and her is that she was able to catch up. You ended up tripping and falling on your face in the process.
With the drug, you could float endlessly without the expectations of responsibility crashing down on you like a meteor.
You wouldn’t have to pretend to be normal.
It was Ironic, you were chasing after something you didn’t even know the meaning of. Something that you had never experienced before. Who are you to yearn for something so unachievable. Normalcy was in its own way Abnormal, but it isn’t like you’d know anything about it.
Growing up with a mother who ended her life taking care of you, who couldn’t bear being with you day-after-day. She felt so suffocated in your presence that she erased herself from your life completely. Stripping you of her care so suddenly it gave you whiplash.
And being shoved into your father’s care even though he had no intention of loving you as his own. So, how could you wish to obtain something you didn’t know the meaning of. Well, it doesn’t matter how much you yearn for it.
Now you have neither happiness nor unhappiness.
Everything passes.
The creaking of the window added an uneasy feeling as you observed life happening on the other side of the glass.
The weather today was foggy and wet with rain from yesterday’s rainfall. The days felt drowsy. The weather prevented anyone from spending the day outdoors. You were lying across Eiris’s bed in silence doing nothing of value.
You opted to stare out the window to pass time as Eiris went to the bathroom to powder her nose. Neil was home today on his rare day off from work, and Eiris didn’t want to get caught with the white powder. She was doing it more frequently than you. Somehow getting more supply as she grew insatiable.
You wondered what it would be like to witness the high from Eiris’s point of view. What did she feel and what did she see?
You already smoked a blunt a few minutes ago. You contemplated turning the radio or television on for background noise, but you were okay with the silence that enveloped you. Listening to the drip-drops of the rain instead.
You ignored the slow pulsing of your beating heart in your chest—satisfied. You hadn’t slept properly in ages. The calming effect from the drug coursing through your system couldn’t shake off the drowsiness that plagued your consciousness. The feel of your limbs was constantly in a state of shaking and jittering from the drug you became dependent on.
Smoking a bit of weed was a change of pace. Your nerves were still as your body had finally decided to shut down and relax on its own accord. You were feeling content now; your brain went into a serene stateat the thought.
The sleepless nights finally took a toll on you as you drifted off to sleep before you could process that your eye’s closed.
Eiris came back from the bathroom feeling rejuvenated and ready to unleash the newfound energy. She closed her room door quietly as she entered the room. When soft snores invaded her hearing.
She glanced over at you, asleep in her bed. She supposed she could sit still and entertain herself as you slept peacefully. She could tell you needed it. There were dark circles under your eyes, and constant clumsiness from your lack of awareness.
You can feel your phone softly vibrating under you.
Creating a tingly sensation on your skin. You rolled over, limbs falling over Eiris’s form. The sudden touch of smoothness wakes you up. You slowly come to your sense’s as you try to make out the world around you.
You lifted yourself up from your slumber with a yawn. Hand over your mouth as you arched and stretched your body, arms overhead as you let out a soft sigh. You glance over and see Eiris’s sleeping body. She must’ve fallen asleep as well when she joined the bed. She was still curled up, with a blanket covering her body.
Her arm stretched out under her as she lay her head on top of it, making a makeshift pillow.
Your phone continued to vibrate under you. Begging for your attention. You finally turned your attention to the ringing phone as you palmed at the sheets below you trying to find the device.
Eiris’s bed wasn’t large, but it still wasn’t small either. It didn’t take you longer than a second to find the bulky phone beneath the sheets. You flipped your phone open as it made a click sound.
The nonstop vibrations from before comes to a complete stop. You read the caller's ID before clicking the accept button. It was Penny phoning your line. You hadn’t spoken to the girl in what felt like ages.
You were surprised; the girl even remembered you existed. You hadn’t known her for long. And you weren’t sincere in your supposed friendship either.
The minute you held the device up to your ear, a series of rambling spilled out from the tiny device. You winced at the sudden flood of chatter on the other end and distanced the phone an inch from your ear.
Hearing just fine from a distance. Penny talked on and on. Unrelenting to her questions about your absence. You had always known the girl was a chatter box, but this was on a whole ‘nother level. Penny continued to talk on the phone as you hadn’t uttered a word yet.
You were still drowsy from the nap and with all the yelling and incomprehensible mutterings of words, you weren’t paying attention. Letting the girl yapp a waterfall of words flowing freely without pause.
“Where the hell are you?” Penny's high-pitched voice rang through your ears. “You haven’t been around in ages, I thought you were dead!!” Penny continued once more. Babbling into the phone about how many days you’ve been gone, expressing how ‘lonely’ she’s been without you.
filling you in on the ‘drama’ you’ve missed, yadda-yadda-yadda. Just the boring shit you didn’t bother listening to. You tuned the girl out as you let your mind wander off to other things plaguing your mind.
It wasn’t until Penny was begging you to come to this small get together at her house, did she catch your attention once again.
“C’mon, it’s just this small get together between close friends, my mom even agreed to pay for the food there!” You hummed in thought to yourself.... Free food. That wasn’t bad at all; it never hurts to feed your face every once in a while.
You were rarely at Wayne manor to indulge in Alfreds cooking for some time and you know Neil’s been struggling to put food on the table for a while despite the new job that was supposedly paying well,though you remembered Neil mentioning how sucky the starting pay was. Regardless, you would be sure to sneak some food while you were leaving.
“I'll go. But only if I can bring a friend—” Penny shrieks into the phone before you can finish uttering the sentence. “You made a friend?!” You hummed into the phone in confirmation. Not offering up any more unnecessary information.
Penny went silent for a moment on the other side of the line. “Is that why you’ve been gone for a while...to hang out with this new.... friend?” She asked. You could hear the jealousy in Penny's tone.
You rarely spend time with her—let alone hold a proper conversation. But somehow someone was able to work their way into your barriers that even she herself couldn’t get through?
Penny’s pause in silence told you everything you need to know; it wasn’t exactly hard reading through her. Even with a phone separating you from view. The tone in voice combined with the choice of her wording said it all.
You rolled your eyes at the thought, how annoying. “Fine, you can invite whomever you want, just be there tomorrow. "Penny said reeking of attitude.
Jeez, why did she want you to come so bad if she was so snappy at the thought of you befriending someone else. You didn’t understand how that worked. Let alone know how friendships worked, period.
Was it normal to get territorial about who your ‘friend’ chose to hang out with? What exactly was she getting out of you attending her house party. You scoffed into the phone. Letting the annoyance you felt be known.
You hung up the phone, your device slammed shut with a loud click. You didn’t need anything else from the girl anyway. You already knew her address and the date. Who cares about what time you actually show up. You just wanted the liquor and the food and maybe chill for a little while.
It’s been stuffy in the house all day and the rainy weather that started to come in from spring was starting to take a toll on your psyche. The dreary weather reminds you of yourself.
It wouldn’t hurt to get some much-needed air and take a breather while you're at it.
It wasn’t like you and Eiris had anything better to do planned.
You reached over and put your phone down on the makeshift coffee table. It was better than sitting it down on the bed and losing it once again when placed out of sight. It was the most aggravating downside of the phone. It was so small that it could easily get lost if you weren’t careful where you placed it.
As you were fumbling with the tv you failed to notice the shift in breathing and the shift of movement in the bed. Eiris’s eyes twitched open as she took in the sight of you.
“Who was that on the phone?” Eiris questioned sleepily but aware. You were shocked to find the girl up and beside you. Not knowing how long she’s been up.
“It's my friend from school, she invited me to her house party, it’s tomorrow we should go. There’re free food and drinks to go around.” Eiris hummed softly in thought contemplating it. “We should definitely go; it’d be good to get out and live a little from the gloomy weather that’s been going rampant lately.” Eiris added.
After the decision, you and Eiris smiled to yourselves before bothering Neil about taking both of you. He agreed in the end.
You both arrived at Pennys door, letting yourselves in because the door was already unlocked. She really wasn’t lying— It really was a small house party.
There didn’t look to be more than 10 or 13 people, there was obviously food just as penny said, but there were also drinks either penny provided for everyone or the others had brought for themselves to enjoy.
It wasn’t much happening besides the playful; chatter and banter everyone was immersed in. You could see Penny talking it up with the others as they taunted and played with each other. It seemed like you and Eiris were the outlier in the group since you were the last two that had been expected to be coming.
“Didn't know you had arrived!” Penny goes in for a hug without your permission; you didn't hug her back. Your arms are still stiff to your side. Eiris raises a brow at the scene in confusion. Penny was oblivious to it all as you and Eiris seemed to be having a conversation between glances.
The others began Greeting the both of you as walked through the house, you were introducing Eiris to everyone around the room. A few of the people you recognized were the same faces you found yourself in the car with, and a few other people you recognized from Gotham prep you had seen penny hanging around with sometimes. You and Eiris moved around more as you tried to get settled into the party Scene. Drinking cups of alcohol and stuffing your face with food.
As the night went on Everyone was pretty much wasted. There were drinking games going on and other small competitions as the drunk teens tried to do anything to size each other up. Eiris of course was a social butterfly and was able to talk and chatter to people with ease despite having ever known anyone at the small party before.
You see a familiar face from the party you attended a few months ago. Blond hair, green eyes, and a slim figure. He didn’t seem surprised to see you as he made his way over to you with a grin. Eiris was somewhere else conversing with some guy, and it gave him the opportunity to talk with you uninterrupted. “So, she really invited you. I asked her if she think you’d show up” He shared with a smile.
You raised a brow at the boy. Seriously? This is why she desperately wanted you to come then? You tsk under your breath...How stupid. She was letting him slip from her grasp so easily. It was like she was handing the boy over to you on a silver platter. You clearly had known him since middle school, but it was clear there were some changes in the boy.
Firstly, he wasn't as meek as he was before. He stood proud, almost sure of himself in the way he held himself. He wasn’t the whiny little crybaby who couldn’t fend for himself off from bullies that plagued the school. Having you protect him despite your small stature.
“Yeah, came with a friend” You muttered to yourself. You didn’t have anything else to say to the boy, and it seemed like he didn’t know what else to say either. It wasn’t like both of you had anything in common anymore anyway. The time both of you had spent apart from each other had made you practically strangers. At least back then the boy was comfortable enough to chatter about his comics as you listened but from the distance apart there was none of that.
You could hear Penny’s voice as she gathered everyone in the living room to play another game together. Everyone clearly had nothing else to do but to fall unto minor chatter, so playing a game would at least make time go by faster. You shoot the boy a small nod as you reunited with Eiris to go play the game that Penny called everyone in for. Everyone sat in a circle on the living floor. There was a decent amount of people, so some of the furniture had to be moved out the way to make room for everyone.
“Alright everyone we’re going to be playing spin the bottle.” People whistled in excitement. Waiting for penny’s next move as she grabbed an empty glass beer bottle from the counter. Someone must havedrunk the beer earlier and left it rather than putting it in the trash properly. ‘yuck’ you thought to yourself. You didn’t exactly remember how spin the bottle worked, but you listened to the rules as pennyexplained them to everyone.
“You play spin the bottle by someone spinning the bottle; when it stops, they must perform an action, we’ll be doing truth-or-dare challenges,” she added with a smirk “with the person the bottle points to.” You listenedabsentmindedly as Penny explained the rules to everyone in the circle. There were idle comments about the game. You sat beside Eiris in the circle as some random guy sat beside you. Charlie sat beside Penny as she chatted animatedly with him.
Eiris laughed to herself excitedly at the game, having some random guy’s coat around her shoulders as you watched them make eye contact with each other all night and make googly eyes at each other. It was sickening to watch the two flirt with each other cornily.
“Alright let's begin the game, I'll go first since I'm the host” Penny crawled over to the beer bottle in the middle of the circle and spin it once. You watched as the bottle went round and round. It took a minute to slow down but once it did it landed on some guy on the opposite end of her. “Truth or dare” she asked the boy. “urh dare?” He said unsure.
Eyebrows raised as he contemplated the two options “I dare you to spend the rest of the rounds in nothing but your underwear.” Penny laughed.
The guy scowled but took his shirt and pants off along with undershirts and socks. The boy sat down in his seat again. In nothing but corny underwear that had something along the lines of “Stop staring at my elephant” The party bursted into laughter as he sat there silently embarrassed about his underwear.
He Reached over to the bottle and you swore you could see a tiny hole stretched into the boxers from behind. You let out a snort at the revelation. He spun the bottle so hard it moved in blurs.
It didn’t seem like it was going to slow down anytime soon. People sat back in anticipation as they began to chatter to the people next to them on who they thought the bottle was going to land on.
You could hear a few, not so quiet whispers from the girl besides you talking about how she hoped it didn’t land on her because the guy was too ugly for her tastes.
You snorted under your breath at the confession. The bottle finally came to a stop, not only did the bottle stop, but it landed on the poor girl that sat next to him. “Truth or dare” He asked the girl beside him as she sucked in a breath.
“Truth” She replied disinterestedly.
“Is it true that you actually made out with your cousin on New Year's Eve?” It was a rumor that surrounded her throughout the school at Gotham prep and the fact that he asked such a question was bold of him.
The room went quiet as everyones chatter slowed to a halt wondering what she was going to say next. You didn’t know how it spread,but it was something everyone knew.
She scoffed under her breath, taking a shot instead of answering. That told everyone what they needed to know Ironically.
The girl spins the bottle; it goes round-and round until it eventually freezes.
You sneaked a glance over her form; she was sitting next to you. Eyes-glazed and mouth twisted in that small smile that she loves so much, you could tell she must’ve snorted some of the powder before the both of you made it to the party, her voice was hoarse from laughing and giggling all night.
The guy she was talking to before by the kitchen was sitting right beside her, his jacket over her. It smelled of him too, weed and some cologne that had the scent of wood oak. She perked up when the bottle landed on her.
The girl from before had a small mischievous smirk on her lips as she asked Eiris the winning question “Truth or dare?” Eiris of course rose up to the challenge as she crossed her arms over her chest. An unidentifiable glint in her eyes. “Dare, of course...” Eiris said with that tone of superiority she used so little.
The girl faked the look of thoughtfulness as she placed her hand on her chin “Hm, I dare you to kiss the person next to you” Eiris looked in thought conflicted for a moment, you had already know how this would play out—the guy would try to get handsy while Eiris’s lips locked with his, and she’ll flash him that knowing look, a silent invitation.
Or maybe he wouldn’t be good enough, and she’ll give him a warning glance instead.
But before you could think of anyone else, she turned away from him, and you felt cold hands holding your face. her soft chapped lips connected with yours; it was unlike anything you’ve experienced.
This was your first kiss. Your eyes widened just a little, a bit shocked at the revelation. Your first kiss.
You now knew what she tasted like. They were soft and a little chapped; you could feel her lips locking with yours in control—moving in a rhythm, you moved yours to keep up with the pace, but you didn't like it, nor did you dislike it either...it was confusing. It was like your brain was on autopilot, not properly processing the tingly feeling that should have been there.
You heard stories back in middle school of how your classmates first kiss went and how magical it was. You didn’t really care back then either, but you did have an idea of what you were supposed to feel. There weren’t any sparkles, rainbows, or fluffiness. There wasn’t an air of romance like romance books either.
You still felt dull, as if nothing had changed. There was a disconnect you couldn’t figure out, nor did you want to think about it. It was nice though... at least it was with someone you trusted instead of a drunken mistake.
Eiris’s lips finally disconnected with yours; you could see the way she stared at you as her tongue swiped her bottom lip. You glanced over to the side unsure of what to think, and what to say...Eiris was still going to be Eiris regardless, besides—it wasn’t like it was real; you were sure the girl was just playing around with you like she usually does.
Eiris sends you a small wink as people whistled and cat-called at the brazen flirting. You played along and smiled back; you grabbed a cigarette from your pocket—needing to calm down your nerves. You searched for the lighter but to no avail you couldn’t find it.
“Need a light?” Eiris asked. You nodded your head as you leaned into the girl. The cigarette sitting between your lips as you waited to inhale. Eiris grabbed the lighter from her jacket pocket as she made a tiny shield with her hands. You held the cigarette firmly in your mouth as you had guided it to a still. The ember of the cigarette blazes orange; you inhale the smoke into your lungs.
You hadn’t smoked a cigarette in so long. You spent your time smoking weed now. It was less harmful and the blunts relaxed you better. Easing your mind. You and Eiris didn't have any and needed to restockthe herbs, so you just stuck to cigarettes. Not only that but ever since you had switched over a while ago, it began to taste bitter and strange to your tastebuds now.
But you did it anyway. It wasn’t about the act of smoking; it was about the feeling it gave you afterwards.
You sat there quietly as a few rounds passed, and people got more drunk. The game had been going on for a while now, Eiris had gone back to entertaining the guy she was with, but you still wondered why she had kissed you in the first place... maybe she wanted to show off to the crowd or something, who knows. You could still feel the phantom touch of her lips when they softly pressed onto yours.
You fell out of your trance as the room was suddenly tense. You didn’t know what happened in the time you were out of it but you were surely paying attention now, you observed what was happening around you; people were gathered around the kitchen counter observing the screaming match that was happening, instigating and adding commentary.
This guy had caught his girlfriend cheating on him at the party a few minutes ago having caught her while he was searching for her, Apparently, she was sucking off another guy, and he walked in on her doing it. You didn’t want to hear the specifics. Finding it gross and disgusting. Your nose scrunched up in distaste.
“You fucking bitch, I should beat the shit outta you right fucking now”
“This isn’t what it looks like, I swear Ty” she whined and pleaded.
“Well, you had his dick in your mouth—the fuck else am I supposed to think” he snarled at her with malice.
“I promise—I didn’t—hic— I didn’t mean... to, m’just drunk—didn’t mean for—Hic—this to happen, I swear Tyler”
He kept going on and on, not cracking in his resolve “I buy you shit, take you out—make sure you get whatever you need, yet you cheat on me like a bitch in heat? Like a fucking slut? Is that what you are Nikki, A slut?” Shame flashes across her features as she bit her lip, opting not to say anything in response before opening her mouth once more.
“Tyler, I swear—” Worry etched her face. Her pleads and cries are ignored by Tyler, clearly.
“Maybe she’s just tired of you, man—Needed someone else to take better care of her” The other guy said with a laugh with a knowing smirk on his face.
“The fuck did y’just say to me” You swear the guy was about to pop a vein at any minute, you were entranced by the scene in front of you. The Tyler guy was clearly way smaller, yet he was barking out insults regardless of the difference in mass. The guy she cheated on him with was clearly bulkier. He was for sure some dumb himbo gym bro. You could tell from his slurred speech and his overconfident demeanor.
This guy was going to get his shit socked for sure. This was way too much fun to miss. You sat leaning on the counter as you continued to listen to the argument more closely. You had a good view and hearing distance despite not being in the main area that the others had circled around, Anticipating a fight.
“I said—” Before the himbo could utter another word, Tyler punched him across the face. His head whipped to the other side as the pressure Tyler put into his fist was powerful. The himbo gathered the blood red spit that gathered in his mouth and spat on the floor— ‘disgusting’. He had a manic look in his eyes as he smiled wide and proudly. He looked like he was on the verge of murdering someone with the glint in his eyes. It gave you shivers.
Not long before the two were throwing punches and hits at each other as they fought it out, you didn’t know who was winning as your vision was blocked. No one bothered stopping it as they cheered and placed bets on who would be winning. You overheard a few people placing bets on Tyler because of the anger and strong hits he showed, but others also placed bets on the himbo because of the sheer difference in his stature and broad body.
You didn’t think about who would win, but you were sure interested in how it’d turn out. People were chanting for their names in slurred speech, you couldn’t make out the himbo’s name from the crowd, but it was weird sounding. There were only about thirteen of you, so things weren’t as hectic as it should’ve been for all the racket they were causing.
Before the fight could escalate further, your eyes widened in realization.
A loud gunshot rang in the air.
Tyler tried to shoot the himbo.
The small group scattered in panic.
Before you know it, you could feel Eiris pulling you from you quickly. Your nerves had fired up at full force. You flinched again, clutching onto your head with your free hand as gunshots were ringing once more. You didn’t know how many shots were fired. You could feel the panic in your body as your heart spiked in adrenaline and fear combined.
You could feel a few bodies push past both of you as Eiris led the way out of the front door into the faint rain-soaked ground. It was cold and windy as air hit your face at full force. You could see people getting into their cars and driving off. Neil was supposed to be picking you guys up at the get-together, but it seemed like Penny's house was out of commission.
You and Eiris kept running.
splashes and pitter patters on the wet covered ground. It seemed like it was raining earlier. It was completely dark outside. There was puddle after puddle, and You couldn’t believe what had happened at the party.
You and Eiris’s feet splashed and hit the ground as you both ran from Penny’s house just to get out of the proximity from the house the party took place in. You weren’t thinking about where you were running to there was just adrenaline and the voice in your head telling you to—
Your head was pounding from all the alcohol you consumed, and the cigarettes being passed around. Your head was throbbing; Eiris trailed behind you as she held onto your hand with a tight grip. She clutched onto you with a force.
You didn’t know where you were going or where your legs were taking you, your hair was sticking to your neck as it grew damp from the rain, Your body was on autopilot as your brain conjured up a familiar pathway, you were hearing cars honking as they drove by not paying any attention to the distraught teen girls. The familiar mansion came into view as you crossed the street and stopped in front of it,
You could already imagine the thoughts running through Eiris’s head as you began silently climbing the small gate on the side of the Manor you were used to using to get inside the Manor instead of opening the front door like the others normally would. But you continued your way up the fence anyway.
When you dropped down from the other side, Eiris began climbing the gate as well following your lead. You helped the girl up from the other side as you held her arms on your tippy toes. Eiris dropped onto the ground clumsily.
“Where are we?” She asked with caution. She trusted you, but this was clearly one of the wealthiest mansions she’s ever seen and the fact that you had to climb the gate instead of going in like a normal person raised some alarms in her head. Were you both supposed to be here? There was too much going on, and you chose to stay silent at the question.
Walking through the Gardens you loved before so dearly but paying them no mind now as you stepped on the dripping flowers moist with rain. You carefully make your way to the part of the window you knew your room was located in.
You opened the window and climbed in. Eiris followed in after you. Curious. Once inside the room It was pitched black, you were lucky you still remembered the layout, but you were still stepping on small things that you left left around the room, you hadn’t seen in a long time and hadn’t bothered cleaning up either.
Alfred left your room as it was with no interruption of your space. You walked over to the light switch and flipped it on. The room lit up with a few flicks of light before completely turning on. Eiris observed the room around her.
There were objects laying around, and the room was small despite the large size of the mansion. There was a singular bed on the side of the wall with trinkets and the like everywhere. There were clothes strewn about and a garbage can filled with blood stained tissue.
You both were sitting upright in the tiny bed; legs crossed facing each other to make room for each other. Your shoes were scattered on the floor on the black rug, fading into the mess in the room. Eiris found a bottle around the room, some type of spray that can get you high. You didn’t have any powder left after absorbing it all before the party, so you were left with whatever. It had been some time since you answered all the questions Eiris had about you after finding out about your supposed family.
You were going to stay the night, after hearing the loud booming sound of the thunderstorms lingering outside the manor. There was no way you’d be able to sneak back out. It was storming so bad tonight that there was no way you’d make it back home in peace without getting sick from being soaked and wet. You had changed into some pajama wear, and so did Eiris not to get the rain splashed pants onto the bed.
This brings you to now. Both of you getting high from cleaning spray to pass the time. Giggles and laughter filled your ears as you and Eiris both kept laughing from the drug. You wanted to try something new. Your face was numb and frankly you couldn’t feel anything. You couldn’t feel your lips, your face, or your body. Nothing.
Eiris observed your features; her vision enveloped with your face, from the quirk of your mouth to your magnetic yet empty eyes. You held an aura of indifference most of the time but in the rare times when you were either high or wasted it would be the most, she’s ever seen you express yourself. Your lips would be taught in a straight line. Your face would remain unmoving and stoic. But there were moments when you surprised her.
The first time both of you smoked weed together at Kingsley's party months ago was the day she noticed you for the first time. She was entranced, there was so little emotion in your eyes, yet she could tell as clearly as day that you were more troubled than you let on. Yet you still sat there and held your head up high like you were untouchable, keeping the world at a distance. It was like you were there, but you weren't at the same time. Your body would be physically there moving and interacting, but once more attention was garnered to you. It was clear you were absent; you were quiet and kept to yourself.
You held this magnetizing air around you; it seemed even as quiet as you were there was this gravitational pull that couldn’t be ignored. She watched as people flocked to you and stared at you, wanting your attention but needing to stay away. You seemed unaware of it.
Eiris was also one of those people; she didn’t know what she did, but whatever it was, it kept your attention on her. You were perfect in her eyes. You were detached from life and needed to be saved, and she wanted to do the saving. To be the light you looked forward to in the dark. It was working. Eiris was sure she was what you needed. She could make it better. She was addicted to your essence
It was already decided that you belonged to her.
So she watched you as you smiled at her with a quirk to your plush lips, eyebrows creased with the manic look in your eye’s that she loved so dearly, it was the only thing that could resemble a sparkle, the only thing that showed your emotion on your sleeves served up to her on a silver platter for her to devour deliciously. She watched as you begged and pleaded with her to hit you.
The disinfectant had already gone to your brain. She watched as you sat crisscrossed looking at her with anticipation from what was to come, a dangerous glint in your eyes that only seemed to increase how crazy you looked. Rubbing your cheek with your left hand.
With glazed-over eyes, you exclaimed to her, "Hit me. I'm serious; I can't feel anything. Hit me!". You said with a giggly tone to your voice, sucking in a breath. Eiris hit you across the face, caving in to your demands; your head whipped back. Bouncing back demanding she hit you harder.
“Again, do it harder!” You said with your pearly white teeth stretched into a smile; she couldn’t shake off. Eiris felt her heart pulsing in her chest; she hit you harder than before.
“Oww” you said with that smile still etched on your face. Your words were different from your facial expression, smiling with glee. “I can’t feel anything, this is so awesome” you said it so happily, your words were slurring. You were staring into her eyes as you laughed loudly, like you couldn’t believe it. She could feel your exhilaration radiating from you.
Eiris took the spray from your side, pressing more into her mouth. It sounded like air pumping into a balloon, leaning to the side as she was disoriented it was such a rush, it wasn’t the same as the crystalline powder, but it still did its job, you both were completely out of it. A giddy feeling in her stomach.
“I hear this little- wah-wah-wah inside my head” Eiris said with a laugh. She could feel the metal of her piercing being exposed as she laughed, clutching her stomach. Before you added “That’s your brain cells popping!” You both laughed hysterically at the joke; you were leaning forward a bit, your movements sloppy. Eiris sprayed some more of the product into her mouth.
“Do it,” Eiris said leaning forward so she could get her turn “You want me to do it?” You asked in question with a smile. A loud slap sounded in the room as Eiri’s head whipped to the side; she was clutching her face. A burning sting was felt on her cheek, that she couldn’t feel. Numb.
You reached over and grabbed the can of air from Eiris’s hold as you sprayed more into your mouth. She could feel nothing; the only thing she could focus on was your face as it started to bruise nasty.
“Hit me—Harder! Punch me—” You exclaimed excitedly, waiting for the blow to land on your cheek. Eiris laughed as she leaned over punching you hard in your face. Causing you to topple over and hit your head on the small side table next to your bed, there was a loud clunk at the sound of your head contacting with the bed side table. You clutched onto your lip as blood coated your fingers. Your lip split opened from the impact of the force, making small whining noises as the pain finally crashed into you. You got back up giggling as you took more of the spray. Eiris laughed along with you—You both weren't sure what you were laughing at anymore.
Eiris grabbed the can of spray going at it some more—She looked a bit crazed herself. “Hit me really hard—really!” She said eyes wide with anticipation at what was to come. “Okay I'm gonna plunk you” you said in response. Eiris urged you as she smiled at you.
“Okay—Go!” Your fist balled up as you hit Eiris across the face. Eiris rubbed her hand on her face out of instinct. Your ring that was on your finger colliding with her cheek as well. Your featuresscrunched up in shock at the realization before you both began laughing once more.
“Oh, shit—” you said in utter shock; it really did a number on her. Her forehead and chin were marked with blood. Eiris grinned at the pain inflicted. Squealing loudly, her nose was bleeding as well;this was too much fun.
“YEAHHH” You could make out the silver of her piercing as her moth opened into a wide smile.
A loud knock on the door interrupted the flow.
Young master? Alfred said with worry as he knocked on your room door. “Master Bruce wishes to speak to you.”
“Shit” You whispered to yourself. You ushered Eiris into a corner of the room that couldn’t be seen from beyond the door as you giggled at the predicament.
“Master Bruce wishes to speak to you.” He repeated once more, worried about your lack of answer.
You climbed out the bed, looking for the small bandages you kept in your room to cover the blood. When you couldn’t find them as quickly as you wanted, you settled for the hello kitty stickers in your nightstand drawer with a full pack you hadn't touched in ages. Hoping no one would notice the scars you placed the stickers clumsily on top of it, Lopsided, as some of the blood still peaked through from the punches and slaps you, and Eiris inflicted on eachother minutes ago.
“I’ll be out in a minute!” You yelled loud enough for Alfred to hear you.
Alfred sensed that there was something wrong with you. You had never yelled like that before in a hurry. You were hiding something, especially as he heard laughter from you on the other side of the door a few minutes prior and a loud thud.
You opened the door to your room stepping out of it as Alfred waited for you to come out. Upon seeing your appearance his heart dropped to his stomach shock and worry etched on his face. He had never seen you so... sickly.
He observed you closely; you looked like a shell of your former self, so different but the same alike. Your eyes looked so different as well. The first thing that caught his eye was your eyes as they were heavily dilated, and empty looking, more from before. You had clearly lost some weight; your cheeks were sunken in, gaunt. You looked sickly looking. Like you were hanging on by a thin thread threatening to collapse at any moment.
Alfred had never seen anything like it. This was different from the battered body of the boys that came from missions' day after day from crime-fighting. You looked so battered; it was horrifying.
“Is everything alright young master? You don't look too well” Alfred observed you closer. There was blood on the side of your mouth and clearly on your forehead in your effort to hide the bruises. It was obviously way too fresh to be old. Still red with blood. Your lips were split. It looked like you had gotten into a fight. Alfred’s brows creased in thought. What could have happened in such a short amount of time? Did you get into a fight at school?
Alfred was lost in thought as he personally walked you to Bruce's office with you trailing behind him silently. Neither of you stringing up a conversation, Alfred didn’t know what to say without scaring you off again with worries and inquiries, and you were just...being yourself.
Alfred stepped aside as you were right in front of Bruce's door to his office. You stood there for a moment as Alfred ushered you into the room. The strong scent of bourbon infiltrated your nose. You sat down on the opposite side of his desk. You didn’t know why you were here—and you couldn’t think of any reasons either as your brain turned to mush when you tried to focus on your thoughts. You couldn’t think as clearly as you used to.
Your mind was blank as you glanced down at your fingernails, they seemed to grab more of your attention rather than the man in front of you. When he finally spoke, a chill went down your spine.
“Where were you these few months” His voice is firm and commanding. The usual tiredness gone from his eyes as it was replaced with calculation and awareness.
“What?” You muttered. Your voice wavered. Shock and fear evident in your voice as your heart dropped to your ass. Your limbs went cold. How did he find out... did Alfred say something out of worry? Did someone see you sneaking in or out—You didn’t think anyone would have cared that much, let alone raise Bruce’s attention.
He silently slapped an envelope on the table “Four months, not a single day excused.” You glanced at the envelope and suddenly all the thoughts had finally rushed through your brain. Shit, your questions were answered. The school must’ve finally put their hand down about your absences.
You hadn’t realized that 4 months had passed since you last stepped onto the school grounds.
“I—” You couldn’t get it out. The words were jumbled in your throat, and suddenly that tight telephone cord that you know all too well raps around your throat and tightens. You stared down as you couldn’t speak.
Bruce paused as he finally observes you, glancing up from his paperwork he’s been meaning to complete. His eyes widen completely. There was you sitting there with childish stickers on your face as red blood stained your lip, your eyes looked unfocused as they flickered and darted across the room, your pupils were dilated heavily, and you were picking at your nail beds that had red marks of dried blood from continuously picking at them and biting them down.
“Again. Where have you been.” He said sternly with finality. You couldn’t tell him about Eiris, about your little ‘adventures’ about the partys, the drinking, and the sneaking. You couldn’t tell him anything.
“There’s bruises on your face.” He acknowledges even though you forgot about them.
Silence envelops the room. You remember the first time; you’ve been here. He had called you into his office because Dick alerted him that you weren’t in school. When was this going to end. Why did he choose to worry about you properly now that someone’s brought it to his attention. Again. He never seemed to seek you out. Never found out on his own accord.
You scoffed under your breath at the faux concern the man was showing.
That seemed to catch his attention. He ignores it.
“I have decided to send you to school in Europe, it’ll fix your.... behavior problems.” Your already dilated pupils go wide. He said it so nonchalantly—like he hadn’t given you the equivalent of the death penalty. Your nails scratched your arms, digging into you. Panic filled your core; there was resentment building the longer the silence continued.
“No—I—No, you can’t—You can’t send me there.” Your words were jumbled as you tried to make sense of anything. Your head was pounding. Then he added more fuel to the fire. “It’s my responsibility as your father to do what’s best for you—You’ve been to the best school in Gotham—It seems you need a change of pace—”
This man. This man claims to be your father now? This was certainly a new development in your relationship. He, who had never welcomed you properly into the Manor. He, who had never given you a sincere happy birthday. He, who had never spoken a word to you. Claims to be your father. Before you could process it, giggles escaped your lips, then full-blown cackling laughter while tears welled up in your eyes; you blinked them away quickly.
“I have no father.” You finally spoke with spite. Snapping the thin thread that clung to you relentlessly. The anger finally spilled out, and you were just talking. Saying anything. You were sick and tired of the same treatment day-after-day living in this household. This man had the audacity to claim the father role as he planned to send you away.
You alone had no body, no senses, no feelings. You were in hell looking up at heaven. And you began to hate them. Hate their softness. Their viscera. feelings. And their flexibility. Their ability to wonder, and to wander, without the weight of the world holding them down. Their tendency to hope...
God had abandoned you, no longer one of his beloved children. This was far too much for you to bare. For you to take.
You gave one final glance at his expression and decided this conversation was over. Drowning out your surroundings as you left the office. Closing the door behind you with a soft slam. You were walking through the halls of the manor.
Your limbs were shaking; you were seething with anger. You strut back to your room, opening the door and slaming it behind you with a thud. It gained the attention of Eiris, who flinched at the impact of your force—startled from the noise.
You could hear Eiris asking about something with confusion lacing her tone. You didn’t know what the girl said, your ears were too loud, and it felt like your vision was impaired. The only thing you could think about was the argument with your father and how he threatened to send you to boarding school.
Your hands felt clammy and you didn’t know what to do with yourself. You could feel a sharp pain in your body. It wasn’t like how it usually was. This was much deeper. Your movements were shaky and jerky
You could feel your throat closing; your heart is pumping rapidly. You could feel all the breathing, your veins, everything plaguing your system. Everything felt out of tune. You should have never been here,
You hated everything and everyone; this was far too much pain for you to carry every day. You could feel yourself breaking down. On the verge of a panic attack as everything finally sunk in. Tears were welling in your eyes that refused to drop.
Your feet bump into the jacket on the ground that Eiris had on earlier; you paid no mind to it but as you looked down there was a bag of white powder. Did she know he left it there? If she did, you were sure it wouldn’t have been as full as it was. You discreetly pick the bag up not to alert Eiris. But she seemed so out of it you’d doubt if she was able to see straight.
You clench your fists hard around the substance as you headed to the bathroom that was next door to your room. You didn’t bother locking the door, not in the state of mind to worry about the details; you just wanted everything to be alright once more.
To bring back that weightlessness that you desperately craved. You needed it. It was so tiring, you were so tired. You just hoped that you'dget over it like you normally would, but you already knew that this had pierced too deep into your heart for you to easily let it go.
You dump the powder onto the bathroom sink, and for the first time you accidentally catch your form in the mirror. Your eyebrows scrunched in confusion, your reflection staring back at you. Your eyes were puffy, Deep bags under them from your lack of sleep these past few months. Your hair was a mess, lacking the usual care you’d put into it.
It was something your mother treasured, so you took great care of it. You couldn’t recognize yourself anymore, your cheeks were sunken and your eyes. It was the most horrifying thing you stared into. The eyes—They were far emptier, as black as Cole. You looked lifeless, skin dried up and lips chapped. You could acknowledge that you were lifeless in a way.
Your hands clutched onto the sink as you sloppily began to part the white powder. There was something different about it from how it usually looked, but your unfocused mind paid no attention to it. You were looking for a high. Something to calm you down and something to make you feel normal again. Whole and put together. You grabbed a spare roll from your pocket and held it to your nose,sniffing the sloppy lines of crystallized powder in.
The second it entered your nose you could feel the burn—The itch. The difference was that it lasted longer than it did. You rubbed your nose to stop the burn, but the feeling prevailed. You continued to rub your nose, pinching, and squeezing it. You felt disoriented and queasy, the next thing you know is, you can feel your limbs grow cold by the second. You looked around frantically; the only thing you could see was a blur of colors. Your focus was completely shattered, unable to see. Panic filled you as you blinked frantically. Your nose was still burning. Your throat was clamping up.
You could feel a sudden rush of heat to your brain, and the desire to close your eyes, and fall asleep. Your nose was burning, your head was throbbing, your vision was declining. You could feel your body going limp against your will. Locking up out of your control. You tried to hold onto the bathroom wall as tightly as you could; you could feel your eyes rolling back, eyes open, as your limbs finally gave up.
‘This must be what hell feels like’
Your eyes finally came to a still, as blood leaked from your nose.
You thought you had cocaine, but you snorted heroin instead. Your body falls to the ground with a large thud.
Eiris heard a loud thud next door.
She got up from her position on the bed, her dazed look from before now gone. She called out your name, but you said nothing. Panicked, Eiris rushed over as quickly as she could, not bothering to slip anything on her feet as she rushed to the room next door where the loud booming sound came from.
She had a bad feeling in the pit of her stomach. Like something bad had truly happened. It was eerily quiet; no sound came from the room; she called out your name once more testing the waters before deciding to burst in there in one fell swoop like she normally would with her brother. You liked your privacy and she wanted to respect it. But when no reply came from you, she took it into her own hands.
She slowly twisted the doorknob.
Her system was crushed with anxiety, she wasn’t unsure how she should feel, she felt sick. As the door opened with a click, she pushed it open. Once she did so, she was met with your limp body sprawled on the floor. Your eyes were rolled up as your mouth hung open. Blood gushing from your nose, as wet dots of blood trickled on the floor.
She screamed so loud her vocal cords bursted, her eyes widened as Fear took over. She made her way to your limp body as she shook you so hard, screaming your name as if that would get you to wake up. She lifted your body as tears slipped from her eyes.
“Please—You can't—Please don’t do this to me.... —No, you—You have to wake up—No, no, no—Wake up...” She sobbed into your shirt, grabbing onto your shoulders as she held you up. Therewere uncontrollable hiccups as she sobbed and cried, screaming your name praying that you’d snap up like nothing happened.
Her lips quivered, eyes painted wide. As she convulsed, there was a spike in her chest.
“Someone—Please...Somone please help me!!” She screamed holding your body as close to hers as she could, trying to preserve the heat in your body as your body grew colder every minute you laid unconscious. Her voice was shaky with cries as she called put for help. Dragging your limp body from the bathroom as she dragged you through the halls of the Manor from your arms. There wasn’t a twitch from your body, as your limbs jumbled, and your head bobbed around.
“Please—I need some Fucking help—” She continued screaming until her voice cracked, there were wavers in her voice as cries racked from her body. Her face was puffy in a matter of minutes; her skin grew red with anger and panic. It seemed like she dragged you all the way to the living room.
She screamed once more angrily, making her presence known through the large house as her voice echoed through the walls, alerting the people of her presence.
She came to the realization that if you didn’t make it—You’d die. And suddenly she was struck with terror
Out of the corner of her eyes, she could see figures emerging from the walls of the room.
Damien snapped from his bed with a jolt as the most piercing scream, he’s ever heard
Plaguing his ears, his senses were screaming for him to move as quickly as he could and he did. He didn’t know how anyone could have gotten into this house without the proper security measures, but he slowed his thoughts as his main objective was seeking out the sound.
It seemed like he wasn’t the only one that heard as he could see Tim from down the hall rushing to the common room just as he. He shot him a look for answers at what was going on, but Tims face was painted in confusion as well—Eyes crinkled at distraught and movements jittery from the lack of sleep.
This could only mean that none of his family members had a clue of what was happening either.
The boys both rush downstairs, only to make eye contact with Jason Todd, which wasn’t as surprising as he wanted to be as he always came at odd hours at the manor, sneaking into the kitchen like a house rat looking for cheese.
He could see B emerging from the shadows with his shoulders hunched, and eyes drained beyond recognition. But alert, nonetheless. Barbara, Dick, Steph and duke also appear drowsy and unknowing moving in the same direction, nonetheless, trying to figure out who could be screaming mad at the manor at this time and if it was a threat that needed to be taken out.
As they grow closer to the common room, he could hear faint cries and sobs—He didn’t like this already. A deep sigh comes from his throat. Upon entering, the first thing he could see is an unknown body kneeling over yours as she lay over you and clutching onto you tightly.
He switches his eyes to the figure lying limp, and he flinches in his step, eyes widening.
In all your glory, red blood stained your nose as your eyes were open and unmoving. He couldn’t process what was going on—what was even happening—What’s wrong with you, and why did you look dead?
Damien stood there as his breath stopped in his throat. There was a lump there that stopped him from speaking, His hands shook for the first time, unsure of how to approach the situation.
He could see Pennyworth rushing over with a shaky breath kneeling over to check your pulse, Damien had never seen the man as shaky as he was now. The unknown girl moved out of the way as she let the old man help you, before dropping to her knees.
A sharp voice broke the silence that was currently surrounding the room.
Bruce’s voice was so sharp it cut through the room like a trained and deadly blade. The girl shook at the authoritive tone as she shook. He glanced at his father to see that his face was quite the opposite of his tone.
The man looked borderline on the verge of breaking down. His Father—Shaking and eyes wide as he observed the scene before him. No one else would have noticed it but as long as he’s been here,he could see the changes in his father.
Bruce’s stance was stiff as his eyes laid on your unmoving ones. There was a pained look in his eyes, clearly shaken up.
“I don’t—I don’t know what—I don’t know how this could have...—How this could have happened—I heard a loud thud—And I seen,” The girl sniffed, trying not to break down, she was clearly going through it.. How close had she been to his sister, close enough that she stayed under the manors' roof unbeknownst to Bruce himself, was a mystery.
How long had this girl been around without them knowing.
“I saw her lying there—I can't—” She cried once more.
“Alfred, have you Identified the cause?”
“She—It appears to be an overdose, Master Bruce” Alfred stated. His usual tone was wavering as he took in the information he had announced.
An Overdose—Drugs. Under this roof.
He could feel his stomach weakened with sickness. How long had this been going on, how long had you been drowning out the pain. He hadn’t bothered checking on you either. Completely unaware, oblivious as he was out saving Gotham. When he couldn’t even hold a conversation with you. He had turned a blind eye. And now you were lying on the common room carpet as you looked half-dead.
“Wait a minute—That’s the girl I had seen a while ago; she was—she was at this party—I remember” Jason said in realization; all eyes turned to him. He had seen you somewhere and couldn’t make you out. He could tell in his voice that the guilt was eating up at him as well. The girl’s eyes widened. Damien shot her in question.
Before anyone could process the information and say anything, Tim had already spoken out.
“She needs an Adrenaline shot and fast—We’ve already lost time” Tims gears were turning. Already looking for a solution to the problem presented to him and he needed to act fast if they didn’t want a repeat of Jason. Making the same mistake twice wasn’t a good look.
Tim glanced over at Alfred “Alfred do you know where that might be located in the manor?” Swift and to the point.
Aldred immediately got to work; he had to have it—Had to. He rushed over to the kitchen. Searching the cabinets as he looked for the prescription and the needle needed. He was panicked and wasn’t thinking clearly, Reading and switching through the labels as he found the liquid. He grabbed the needle next to it, he walked as fast as he could to the scene in the living room.
Dick had taken over watching your pulse. You still had a chance to make it.
The atmosphere around the Manor was tense as everyone had been shaken up with nerves. They’re protective of their own but here they are. You were laid half unconscious on the floor. With your body abnormally cold and clammy. Your pupils grew smaller than what they normally were, and your skin was turning into an abnormal color.
He could feel his pulse quicken as he had truly observed your state. You looked dead. Unmoving. His throat tightened as his eyes darted to the ground. He was unable to look at you for he would have to face his incompetence regarding you. He couldn’t protect you.
Pennyworth came back with the shot in his hand filled to the desired amount. Thank God they had something like that lying around—But it didn’t ensure your heart would pulse once again. He was sure neither of them had any experience doing this type of thing and if they had brought you to the doctor now after all this time, you had been unconscious. You would surely die.
They had no choice but to perform the Adrenaline shot on you themselves. As trained as he was in crime and being raised as an assassination. He didn’t know the specifics with dealing with someone who’s overdosed.
Tim spoke once more. “Someone needs to take off her shirt and find the heart.” Wasting no time, Bruce had ripped your shirt off you in a hurry to find your heart. Thankfully, you had a sports bra underneath, so it still covered you while giving them easy access to stick the needle
“Shouldn’t that be exact?” Jason questioned.
“Yeah, it's got to be exact; We’re giving her a shot in the heart, so I guess it has to be fucking exact” Damien raised a brow. It was clear that Tim was stressed judging from his speech.
Jason ignored Tim’s rudeness, feigning ignorance, “Well, I don’t know where her heart is, but I think it’s right here.” He traced the area.
“Alright, what I need is a big, fat magic marker.” He told Dick sat there, thinking he was directing someone else.
“You got it?” Jason asked dick. Handheld out expectantly to feel a round, plastic marker in his hand
“What?” Dick raised a brow, unsure of what his brother was asking for.
“A magic marker!” Jason yelled
Jason’s anger rises “A felt pen, a fucking black magic marker!” He commanded. Steph scrambled to find the marker in Dicks stead, fed up with Dick’s obliviousness
“Come on, man, hurry up!” Tim ushered. Impatient.
“Alright...Alright....FUCK...!” Jason yelled with nerves.
“Okay, okay...okay...” He continued repeated to himself in an effort to calm hiself down.
Tim passed the shot over to Jason.
“Here I’ll tell you what to do.” Tim said.
“No-no-no-n-no, I ain’t giving—I ain’t giving her the shot, Dicks gonna give her the shot...” Jason can feel his nerves spike up again as he struggled to find the right words.
“No, you’re gonna giver her the shot.” Dick shot out.
“I ain’t giving her the shot!” Jason said once more.
“I’m not giving her the shot either” Dick said with finality, crossing his arms over eachother.
“Just hand the fucking thing over...” Steph handed over the magic marker as Jason traced a big red dot over the area your heart.
“Alright—Okay Tim, tell me what to do...”
“Okay, uh—You’re giving her an injection of adrenaline straight to her heart; but she’s got a breastplate, so you have to pierce through that.” Tim ecplained, motioning with his hands the task jasonwas assigned.
Tim continued “So, what you have to do is you got to bring the needle down in a stabbing motion” Tim speaks with his hands once more as he makes a stabbing motion three times.
“I have ta’—I gotta stab her three times?” He questioned unsurely, mimicking Tim’s movement.
Tim face-palmed in irritation “No, you don’t have to stab her three times! You just stab her once, but it must be hard enough to pierce through her breastplate into her heart, alright? Once you do that, you—you uhm, press down on the plunger”
“Okay, then what happens?” Jason questioned.
“I’m kind of curious about that myself....” Tim said nervously.
“This isn’t a fuckin’ joke Tim! Am I going to kill her?! Am I—” Jason utters words in his haze of guilt and worry.
Tim interrupts Jason, “No-no-no—She’s supposed to just come out of it.” Tim says.
“Alright, count to three—Ready?” He looks over at Tim in assurance; Tim gives him a silent nod in response.
He raises the needle up high, menacingly, drops of liquid dripping down onto your skin. Your skin is glistening as sweat, and the lighting makes you look a lot sicker than you were hours before.
Everyone looks at the scene in anticipation. If they messed this up, you’d be gone.
Jason plunged the Adrenaline shot into your heart as hard as he can. A sound reverberating through the room at the sound of a needle piercing through skin.
A sharp gasp echoes throughout the Manor.
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