Synopsis. Dick knew that no matter how much he prevented the dangers of Gotham city from his family it wouldn’t stop the one thing he feared the most..
tags. Mention of child death. fighting, yelling, and wince mention of object throwing. not much mostly a drabble this is proofread! ⊹ slightly connected to please love me like her
Waking up in a sweaty and cold daze you look around your daughter’s room turning and impulsively looking for your daughter only to be reminded that you’ve lost her and weren’t there to protect her. Running your fingers over her white wooden crib refusing to move anything leaving everything the way it was before, before she was ripped away from your hands and used for something unforgivable no matter how you begged and threatened Dick to refuse the villains demands and give your precious daughter back to you, it didn’t matter how much Dick was fighting or throwing punches cause it didn’t matter in the end, you held your lifeless daughter in your hands. Your precious Roselyn was just as cold and light as when you first held her..
It was silent, eerily silent for days on end as neither you or Dick were speaking to one another, not knowing how to comfort the other as it always ended it nasty arguments or with vases or glass plates being thrown onto the ground. The very same ground you both watched Roselyn giggle and kick her tiny feet as she held Dick’s finger blabbing nonsense left and right, you would’ve never thought to see her very blood sit on the floor sitting there now in a red faint puddle no matter how many times you’ve scrubbed it off, it stayed there printed onto the floor forever to remind you of your mistakes. You spent countless days in her bedroom as Dick watched you crumble more everyday, he blames himself as he was responsible for everything, from leaving Roselyn unattended. For not being careful about his identity letting Deathstroke get too close. You’re reminded everyday of those broken promises, seeing baby clothes folden neatly in her drawers, reminded how you’re never gonna see your precious Roselyn achieve her future dreams, never to look at Dick the same the man who let your daughter die in exchange for her.. that ginger hair to forever haunt your dreams.
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“But…Dick..you’re going to die doing this! You’re going to die in that stupid costume..I know that there’s nothing i say could to stop you from doing it, but I never in a million years imagined that some guy in clown makeup will drug me and kidnap me or—or—or— that I’ll have to wipe your gunshot blood off my clothes so my father doesn’t see it, Someone is going to kill you in that costume they won’t care who you are behind that mask Dick! Just please..don’t go they’ll kill anyone who isn’t on their side…”
He looks at you as if he’s debating to leave. The city was in shambles. There was fire almost everywhere, every superhero was called out to help but some have lost their communications no way in knowing if they’re alive or not. You couldn’t bare the thought to lose him like this. He grips his escrima sticks tightly as he stares at the floor not wanting to look at you, no one was coming back your father wasn’t answering his calls everyone is hurrying to evacuate, Dick put you in a safe house to keep you safe. He left you alone and scared. As the hours ticked by you returned to the bat cave escorted by Bruce looking around frantically for Dick, and once Bruce gave you that look you knew that Dick never was coming back.
a/n : Hello! Wow i know it’s been months i just have been very busy lately but since the semester is coming to a close i have little time to actually post some stories! This is not related to my first story (Which I promise the second part is in the works!) i just got inspired by a TikTok audio lol anyways I hope this story makes you cry! Also thank you so much for the support on my first story i cannot believe so many people enjoyed it! 🥹 see you guys soon!
I don’t talk about what happened much, but as a trafficking victim you guys seriously need to fucking stop using human trafficking in your Cod fanfics. The shit us victims can’t mentally recover from. It’s not romantic, it’s evil, vile, and absolutely painstakingly perverted to find TRAUMA attractive. It is no longer a topic of having creative freedom (I CANT BELIEVE YOU ALL ARE USING THAT AS DEFENSE💀), it’s nasty.
You should be fucking ASHAMED of yourselves. I hope you look in the mirror and realize you’re supporting SLAVERY. EVEN IF ITS FICTION/WRITING, YOU ARE SUPPORTING SLAVERY.
Thank you @ohgeesoap and @gamergirlbonestaskforce141riot for this tag
1. Back To The Future (trilogy, I know that’s cheeky)
2. Aliens
3. Deadpool
4. Ghostbusters (1984)
5. Spaceballs
6. Wolf Of Wall Street
7. Beetlejuice
No pressure tags @honestlyhiswife @lovifie @ghostsbimbo @sstormyskyess @eilidh-eternal @emeraldborealis and anyone else that fancies a go I can never think of names and panic with these!
LMAO- Don’t judge me and my horror movie comfort 😂
no pressure tags: @shotmrmiller, @lilliumrorum, @briefalpacashark, @loveindefinitely, @soap-ify, @simp-ly-writes, @sprout-fics, @charliemwrites and anyone else who wants to join in/sees it
Here I am, iouldn't find the right hair so I went with it. I INCLUDED THE FLOWER CROWN CUS I ACTUALLY HAVE ONE AND I LOVE THEM! We don't ask who's blood that is. Also thank you for the tag!
I could not for the life of me figure out my hair, So we're just gonna go with this. They also didn't do split color. But the lower off my hair is light pink almost white. Thanks for the tag, I love doing these!
This was so funnnn! I did my original hair colour and my hair now, since i went blond yesterday and i’m still getting used to it. it’s not fully blond, it’s more like a honey colour with some very blond highlights, but i couldn’t do that on the app. as for the rest, it’s pretty accurate, except i couldn’t add a nose ring 😛
This was so sweet!! Thank you for tagging me❤️Just dyed my hair again but this is based off of my outfit rn!!! The background is kind of more boring than I wanted but it looks good regardless:)
Please give credit if you use as a pfp!
Feel free to edit your finished image AS MUCH AS YOU PLEASE ! go crazy
Also there are a lot of op
the parts to her fics are too short (only 4k words)
she barely answers asks
she randomly posts shit when she could be working on the fic
It takes forever for a new part to come out
Still wondering how she treats us like shit? shut the fuck up and stop being childish urself.
First . Doesn’t tumblr have a word limit?
Second. She has the right to choose what she wants to write and answer. Like that weird ass ask about farting is fuckin disgusting and icky, that’s a reason why she has the right not to answer asks.
Third. TikTok users do the same exact same thing with their content? They don’t regularly post edits or videos related to their popular content?
Fourth. DUH!? cause we’re busy 💀 I have school and work and babysitting I’m not on my phone twenty four seven, she has school and work SHES BUSY say it with me sweetie 💗 BUSY you want the definition for it too?
lol joking about my mom doesn't fix the fact that shes a terrible writer and treats her followers like shit
I actually think she’s an amazing writer one of the best actually! But you continuing to harass a literal human being with feelings? Then get mad when we fight back is kinda childish, and kids shouldn’t be on this app ! And when has she treated her followers like shit? - #obsessed
As you stood in the kitchen, chopping vegetables for dinner, you allowed your gaze to wander out of the window to your front yard. The late afternoon sun cast a warm, golden glow on the grass.
Your little girl, the light of your life, was playing gleefully in the yard, and John, your husband, was keeping a watchful eye on her. You heard her muffled laugh through the open window, a melody that never failed to brighten your day. You smiled to yourself as you watched her, feeling a sense of contentment that only a mother could understand. She was the center of your world, the embodiment of your love for John.
Your gaze dropped to the onion you were chopping, the sharp blade slicing through the layers, but your mind was still on the scene outside. As you glanced up again, your brows furrowed in confusion. John stood outside, his back turned away from your daughter, his expression tense as he spoke on the phone.
And then, you saw her. She had wandered into the street, her innocent curiosity leading her away from the safety of the yard. Time seemed to slow as your heart pounded in your chest, the knife slipping from your fingers and clattering to the floor. Your scream pierced the air, a gut-wrenching, blood-curdling cry of terror as you bolted for the front door. As you burst through the front door, you watched in sheer horror as a car came into view and struck her, the sickening sound of impact echoing in your ears.
Your scream of desperation and fear cut through the air, but there was nothing you could do. The worst nightmare a parent could imagine had unfolded before your eyes, shattering your world in an instant. John's eyes followed your panicked sprint, and they widened in horror, the phone slipped from his hand, forgotten, and he sprinted after you.
Collapsing on the ground, you scooped your child's broken and bloodied body into your arms, cradling her close to your chest. The anguish within you poured out in gut-wrenching sobs as you screamed against her limp form. John fell to the floor beside you, his tears streaming down his face as he reached out to touch his daughter.
“Sweetheart baby, baby please say something.” you cried out gently shaking her but you knew deep down she was already dead.
Pain and rage coursing through you, you snapped at him with raw anguish in your voice. "This is your fault! You did this to our little girl!" you sobbed out, your entire world crumbling around you.
Price's eyes filled with disbelief and guilt, his gaze shifting from you to his lifeless daughter. "I'm so sorry. I should have never taken the call. I'm so sorry, oh god, I'm so sorry" he sobbed out, his voice wracked with remorse.
But your grief was too profound, your heartbreak too insurmountable. "Sorry isn't going to bring her back! How many times have I told you not to take work calls when you're around her?" Your words were a broken, anguished cry, a testament to the devastating loss that now enveloped your family.
Two agonizing weeks had passed since the unimaginable loss of your child, and in that time, you had neither spoken to John nor allowed yourself to look at him. The blame you placed on him was an insurmountable wall between you, a barrier that you couldn't bring yourself to breach. Each day was a heavy burden, a constant reminder of the tragedy that could have been prevented. If only he had been watching her more closely, your precious daughter would still be here, and you couldn't forgive him for that.
As you got ready for your child's funeral, slipping on your black heels with mechanical movements, you found your reflection in the mirror to be a mere shadow of the person you once were. Your eyes were lifeless, and the deep bags underneath them were evidence of your sleepless nights. Every time you close your eyes, you were back on that fateful street, cradling your daughter's lifeless body.
John stood behind you, fixing his tie with a heavy heart. He watched your distant gaze, feeling a profound sense of helplessness and guilt. There wasn't a day that had passed where he didn't blame himself, the weight of his failure as a father and husband bearing down on him. Desperate to console you, he reached out, but you recoiled, walking away from his touch.
"I'll be in the car." Was all you muttered out before leaving him alone in the bedroom. With a heavy sigh, John took a seat on the bed, tears forming in his eyes.
He knew that your marriage was falling apart, and the pain was etched into every line on his face as he sat alone in the bedroom, overwhelmed by his own remorse and the rift between you two.
Tears welled in your eyes as you approached your daughter's casket. The scene was almost unbearable to witness - her once lively spirit now lay cold and unmoving in front of you. Your trembling hands reached out, brushing over her hair. A sob escaped your lips as the weight of her loss bore down upon you.
With great care, you placed her favorite stuffed animal next to her, a final token of comfort for your precious child. The reality of the situation crashed over you with painful clarity. You would never be able to tell her bedtime stories again, prepare her lunches for preschool, or hear the sound of her laughter grace your ears.
John walked up beside you, tears glistening in his eyes, a shared grief etched on his face. He reached out, his hand gently covering yours, his voice breaking as he whispered, "I'm so sorry, baby girl."
Your rage-filled eyes slowly turned to him, the resentment swelling in your heart. In that moment, you couldn't bear to hear his apologies or see his remorse. Without a word, you walked away, taking a seat in the somber room as he stayed by your daughter's casket, speaking to her with a heavy heart, the weight of the guilt and loss pressing down on him.
Seven agonizing months had passed, and the pain had not grown any less severe. You had continued to sleep on the couch, night after night. John would ask you every night if you were coming to bed, but you would always reply, your voice distant and hollow, "I'll be there in a minute." however the weight of your grief and resentment kept you anchored on that couch.
Over time, you had lost a significant amount of weight, your appearance a haunting reflection of your past self. You looked like a shadow, hollowed out by the pain of your loss.
You would walk by your daughter's room every day, the door a painful reminder of her absence, but you never found the strength to go inside. The room remained untouched, as if time had frozen the moment she was taken from you. Your marriage with John had crumbled under the weight of your shared tragedy. He knew that taking that call had been a mistake, one he would carry with him for the rest of his life. No matter how many times he apologized, you couldn't find it in your heart to forgive him, no matter how hard you tried. The love you once had for each other had been overshadowed by grief and blame, and the rift between you had grown insurmountable.
The love you once had for each other had faded, and you had changed into someone you barely recognized. He didn't blame you for it; he knew the fault was his alone to bear. He could feel the widening rift between you, and he knew that his time with you was limited. It was only a matter of time before you asked him to sign divorce papers, and the thought of losing you forever weighed heavily on his heart.
Today was the day. You had just returned from the courthouse, your steps heavy and laden with sorrow. John would be home any minute, and as you made your way through your home, you halted in front of your daughter's bedroom. Slowly, you pushed open the door. Her room, which had once been vibrant, loud, and full of color, now appeared dull and lifeless. It had been a tomb for the past seven months.
You walked inside hesitantly, taking in a deep breath. Her scent still lingered in the air, and the room felt like a haunting memory. You stood in the middle of her room, gazing around, your voice trembling as you whispered, "I miss you so much."
Tears welled in your eyes as you opened the curtains, letting the soft orange rays of sunshine through. It was time to confront the past and start healing, no matter how painful it might be. You heard the front door open, and you took another deep breath. As you walked out to the living room, the divorce papers clutched tightly in your hand, you saw John standing there, removing his jacket. The tears in your eyes and the papers in your hand told him everything he needed to know. His heart sank, knowing that his time with you was coming to an end.
You swallowed hard, your voice breaking as you struggled to find the right words. "I need to try and move past this," you began, your hands shaking. "I know what you did was a mistake, and you can spend the rest of your life apologizing for it, but I just can't. I don't think I'll ever find it in my heart to forgive you. I'm sorry."
John's eyes mirrored your sadness, teary-eyed as he nodded, understanding the depth of your pain and your decision. He wanted nothing more than to work things out with you, but he also knew that when you made up your mind, there was no changing it.
"I love you, y/n, you know that, right?" He confessed, his own tears flowing freely now. You smiled, though it was a tearful one, as you looked at him.
"I know, and I love you more than anything, John. I really do. I just... I can't keep living like this anymore. I don't eat, I don't sleep. I'm always in that kitchen, looking out the window. I'm always on that street, holding our little girl's body. Every time I look at you she’s all I see." You wiped away your tears, and he walked up to you, wrapping his arms around you tightly as you sobbed into his chest. His fingers combed through the back of your hair, holding you close as you both grieved for what was lost.
You both took a seat at the dining table, the divorce papers lying there like a heavy burden. John glanced over at you, his eyes brimming with tears. His voice was soft and desperate, his last plea for a different outcome.
"Are you sure this is what you want?" he asked, his voice quivering, hope still flickering within him despite the despair that loomed over your relationship.
You met his gaze, your own eyes filled with sorrow, the weight of your decision settling upon you. It was a choice you had agonized over for months, but in the end, you couldn't keep living in the shadow of your pain and resentment. As much as it hurt, as much as you still loved him, you nodded with a heavy heart, "I am."
His tears fell freely as he accepted your answer, and with a trembling hand, he began to sign the divorce papers, sealing the end of a love that had once been filled with hope and happiness.
As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting long shadows throughout your daughter's room, a heavy silence filled the air. John, his arms around you, held you close as your tears fell, a silent testament to the pain you both felt. And in that moment, it became clear that the love you once shared was now a memory, a casualty of the tragedy that had befallen your lives. The house, once vibrant with the laughter and joy of your little girl, remained still and empty.
John, unable to stem the tide of his own tears, pressed a final kiss to your forehead, his lips trembling against your skin. The weight of your decision pressed on both of you, a heavy burden that neither could bear any longer. With the divorce papers still clutched in your hand, you stepped away from Price's embrace, your eyes locked onto his for one last painful, lingering moment.
Before you could turn he gently grabbed your hand. You turned, looking back up at him. “If one day you find it in your heart to forgive me will you let me know? Will you call? I don't think I’ll be able to rest peacefully in the grave if I die knowing you hate me.” you frowned looking down at your shaking hands before returning your gaze to him.
“I don’t hate you, John, I hate what you failed to do. I hate the fact that every time I look at you I see our dead daughter… I need to find a way to move passed this, but I can't do that with you around.” John softly smiled and nodded, he understood what you were saying and he didn’t blame you for wanting this.
“Once I pull myself together and heal from her death and I mean really heal I’ll come back. I don't know how long that will take but I promise when I do I’ll come back and we can try to fix this… fix us.” A glimmer of hope filled his heart and he gently nodded.
“Ill be waiting.”
You half smiled as you turned away and walked out the front door, leaving John standing there, his heart aching with the knowledge that he had lost not only his daughter but the love of his life. The door closed behind you, and the world continued to turn, but for you and John, it had stopped on that fateful day seven months ago.
Did those memories, those times he told you he loved you mean nothing to him. The times you we’re there for him, he cared for you just the way you did. You were there for him during Jason’s death and when Jason was found alive. You helped them through his grief and loss. Told you he’ll never replaced you no one else would compete with you.
He lied..he’s so much happier with her, the way his smile reaches his eyes as he swings her around in the middle of the dance floor, their laughter echoing through the banquet hall that hosted Jason’s wedding. The way he looks at her is just like a man falling in love with a woman in movies, the ones you’ll see whenever you’re having a movie marathon in your living room eating ice cream. Wishing someone could have looked at you like that. Held you like that. Swing you around not caring for that others think.
You don’t know how the world works how everyone you’ve ever met have simply moved on with their lives no longer wanting you. You should be happy for him. But god does it hurt. If you knew he would have not chosen you in the end. You would’ve never had patched him up that time he passed out in your living room with his Nightwing costume on. Offered to take you on a date with his mask on obviously to keep things slow and steady. How he kept bringing you gifts every time you patched him up insisting it’s the least he could do after another fight with the scarecrow or with some gang members.
Time slows down when the song that you and Dick danced too every night echos through the hall. Every couple or families dance together in the dance floor. All happy and laughing. The way they dance in sync, his hands on her waist the tiny whispers he sends her making her giggle. You finally rip your eyes from them and turn to look at your lousy and pathetic date talking to another woman. You roll your eyes and finally get up from your seat placing down your full glass of champagne down and take one last look at him. Only to find him looking straight at you.
Everyone’s chatter and laughter is tuned out as you both locked eyes completely shutting out everyone. It didn’t last long as Dick was being dragged away to watch as the Bride and Groom start cutting the cake. You sighed and grabbed your bag and made your way through the exit. Not wanting to look back. But unbeknownst to you Dick’s eyes were still on you… not leaving your back for a second.
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a/n : This definitely isn’t a way for me to throw my emotions out no way. Totally didn’t happen to me. D: first time actually posting a story. English isn’t my first language so I’m sorry if there’s some mistakes and confusion while reading :( But thank you for reading! Sharing and re-blogging will get you more stories like this! - ୨˚̣̣̣͙୧
me in my gothic delulu era, living my best f!alpha dreams (if you know anyone who would like to fulfill this fic request for me with some COD men pls tag them for me...)
Thanks for the tag @frogchiro this is giving my bored ass something to do
Last Song- Lover, Don’t Leave Me by Bocce as I have been listening to it on repeat alongside September and The Dead Come Talking
Favourite Color- I love pastels and black but I have a weird obsession with soft pastel turquoise at the moment
Last Movie- FernGully: The Last Rainforest
Sweet, Spicy or Savoury- I love spicy foods, but I come from a family of bakers so sweet is my top especially since I have a sweet tooth
Last Thing I Searched- How to get the NHS to take you seriously even if you are trans (I searched this due to an issue going on at the moment so please do not judge, e.g. not taking my appendicitis seriously even though it feels like I am dying)
Current Obsession- Those My Little Pony infection AUs on TikTok, Cookie Run Kingdom, a certain project I am doing and some AUs with it, COD of course, and a bunch of other stuff
No pressure tags: @diejager @konigsblog @suimon
Also sorry for not posting much I have just been dying
Favourite Color: Black and burgundy wine! Basically any shades of really dark red own my heart
Last Movie: The Forever Purge (2021)
Sweet, Spicy or Savoury: Sweet and Savory all the way, I don't really enjoy spicy food :(
Last Thing I Searched: pout and frown difference bhehbjef it's an evil world we live in😭
Current obsession: Simon fucking Riley and Miguel O'Hara<3 Also been hyperfixated on COD weapons so I'm building a new class and customizing it each time I open the game lmfao
Random tags: @tomiesdiet @vampykween @stargirlrchive
