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Part 1 • Part 2 • Part Three (Your here)

A/N: Hello everyone! Ive seen a few people commenting about seeing a similar story and I did say in my very first part that this whole thing is inspired by someone else's story, the story name and owner is specified in Part 1! So go check it out if you haven't! That being said, this is a cliffhanger so be ready for that hehe 😅

Y/N's POV:

Suddenly, everything was calmer. Easier. Better. They didn't notice at first, Bruce knew, nobody else knew, that was until everything began to fall apart.

It started with Dick, he was feeling down again, he was expecting you to show up, like how you always did. How everyone thought you always would. But... You didn't. You ignored him, pretended like he didn't exist. Like none of them existed.

"Y/N? Hey, why won't you acknowledge me?" Dick's voice asked, waving a hand in front of your face. He was trying to get your attention, you wouldn't give it as you pretended like he wasn't there. His questions continued, getting more desperate as he tried shaking you by the shoulders, trying to snap you out of it.

Nothing worked, Dick eventually gave up, dragging his feet with his head hung low as he left, his eyes darting to you a few times as if expecting you to suddenly go after him, apologize, comfort him, anything that would give him proof you still cared. You didn't, you stayed seated not even looking at him, it didn't take long for him to leave the room, the door closed with a click.

For the first time, you felt free: you were following your new rule, and all your self-assigned responsibility was gone. It was like a weight was lifted off your chest.

Dick's POV:

None of this made sense. His little sibling was always the one to cheer him up, rush to his aid, comfort him. They were always the one who noticed his small tells that he was struggling. They were the only one who noticed, because he has always hid his struggle so well.

He tried to get their attention, but they just pretended like he didn't exist. Now it made even less sense! This is nothing like them, normally he wouldn't have even had to approaching them first, they always came to help first! Something has to be wrong. His mind was racing through possibilities, finally settling on going to ask Bruce if he knew anything.

Dick approached Bruce, he asked, and he got probably the worst answer he could've expected. BRUCE told them to stay away, something about not interacting with his children?! Isn't Y/N one of his kids too? Bruce was being cruel. And Dick knows Bruce's decision is going to make this whole family fall apart! Sure, they're all pieces to the puzzle they call this family, but they're all warped and don't fit normally! Y/N is the glue to this family, the one who helps them fit, by keeping them all stable mentally and emotionally! Without them, everything is going to fall apart!

What has Bruce done... Does he even realize what he's done? No. Of course he doesn't. He's stubborn and prideful, this will be everyone's downfall and he still won't take back what he said, or apologize! What was Dick supposed to do?! There's nothing he CAN do! So he settled on the other option, tell Jason what happened. Jason has always acted hateful, sure, but he DOES love and care for Y/N. Here's been beating himself up about hurting them, and that's not something Jason would do if he didn't care!

The real issue was actually talking to Jason, he always leaves and disappears, he's not around very often. When he is around he's gruff, sarcastic, basically the definition of a generic older brother but more rough around the edges. Not just that but actually TALKING with Jason would be hard, considering Jason might just run off because he's still super guilty about what he did.

Dick started searching the usual spots at first: Jason's room in the manor, one of Jason's safe houses, another safe house, and another... Another... Another... How many safe houses does his brother have again? At this rate he'll never find him! There's too many safe houses! Jason definitely has some serious trust issues, he'll have to bring that up later after telling Jason Bruce's idiotic mistake.

After many many days of research and searching, Dick found him. Before Jason could power walk away or anything, Dick grabbed his arm. Jason turned sharply and glared.

Jason's POV:

He was doing his usual, minding his business... Feeling guilty and moping around because he hurt his little sibling during an episode... Okay, maybe that wasn't the usual. It happened recently, he got mad... Really mad. He wasn't thinking straight, all he could see was green, he didn't mean to hurt them.

Back to the present, Dick was holding his arm, he was talking, but he wasn't listening. Then he catches the sentence "Bruce told Y/N not to interact us anymore even tho she's one of us!"

Jason cuts him off abruptly "What? What the hell did you say?" Jason's heart was now pounding in his chest, someone has to explain this to him.

A/N: Hiii! So @bunniotomia you asked me to tag you, I think this is how it works, I'll tag you from now on when I post parts of this story! 😁

[pinkmoonlight11]

Part 1 • Part 2 (Your here) • Part 3

Y/N POV:

You look around, your head is still aching. You lift a hand, feeling the bandage wrapped around your head, just above your eyebrow. You feel a sharp sting when you press down, definitely a gash or something under the bandage.

Still, nobody has checked on you, so you get up on your own. You stand a little too fast, the room spins around you so you grab your bedside table to stabilize yourself. Once the room stops spinning, you let go of the table and start walking. You encounter the first person since you woke up, it's Bruce. He seemed like he was walking down the hallway toward your room.

You feel hope spark in your chest as you notice he was heading to your room. You know you shouldn't hope, it'll just end up crushed as always. But you still hoped. Maybe he was going to check on you? Maybe he was there but had to leave to do something for a little bit!

Your thoughts were cut off by his characteristically gruff voice and tone, "Y/N, we need to talk." As he walked over to you, you tried to keep the hope out of your eyes as you look at him and respond, "Yeah?"

The next words that come from his mouth basically shatter your heart and world, "I don't want you interacting with any of my children anymore." His voice was cold, stern, devoid of the affection it has when he talks to your sibling. The words don't even process for a few moments, when they do it feels like you can't breath. What? Children? Aren't you his child? Why doesn't he want you interacting with your siblings? Your voice trembled slightly, you stumbled over your words, "What? But- Why?"

His reply was cold, it didn't make sense as the words left his mouth, "Because you provoked one of them into harming you. Don't play victim, I know you provoked Jason even if it was accidental." ...WHAT?! PROVOKED?! It didn't make sense! You ARE the victim! Jason hit you over the head with a glass plate for fucks sake! All you did was try to stop him from destroying more stuff or hurting Dick!

You didn't even get the chance to retort, he was already grabbing your arm and basically dragging you to your room. Your heart pounded, your ears were ringing, it felts hard to breath. Your whole world is crumbling around you, you don't notice when he sits you down on your bed, you don't notice when he leaves and closes the door. Everything feels like... Too much right now. Of course Bruce would blame you over Jason, he would always choose one of his "real" kids over you. He didn't care about the truth. He cared about shielding Jason from consequences because you don't matter to him. Did you ever matter to him? Did you ever matter to any of them? Do any of your siblings even know?

How does something like this even happen in the first place? None of that matters right now. Right now what matters is the fact your not allowed to interact with any of your siblings anymore. Complete isolation from those you care about. It's cruel, Bruce knows it's cruel. You know he knows, because Bruce wouldn't do something like this to someone he actually cared about. Your thoughts are racing about how this will effect everything- but then you realize. YOU never needed them. But THEY'VE always needed YOU.

You decide to listen. They'll learn the hard way from their actions, you'll take that command to heart. As you decide to maliciously comply, you block all your siblings on all forms of media, your already thinking about the individual ways everything is going to fall apart without you. Specifically because there won't be anyone to take the brunt of Jason's violent episodes. Your a little giddy with excitement at seeing everything fall apart without you. Maybe they'll finally appreciate you after.

Or... Maybe there won't be after. Maybe you won't go back to how it was before. Maybe you'll let them all suffer- no. Your not cruel like that. You still love them all. They just need to learn. You lay on your bed, finally feeling peace without constantly worrying about your self-inflicted responsibilities. All your stress was sourced from constantly running around, trying to help your siblings, trying to keep them all healthy physically, emotionally, and mentally. Now you can relax, and watch the show.

A/N: This is part two! Sorry if it feels a bit repetitive at the end, my brain was kinda going in circles lol. Also sorry if its kinda short! Part three will be out soon! 😌

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Part 1 (Your here) • Part 2 • Part 3

One question rung through your mind. How could they do this? He was your father, wasn't he? What kind of father does something like THIS?

A/N: I'm being vauge for now on purpose 😏 hehe

You've always been there. Usually unnoticed, only when you were useful or when they needed something. You were never noticed when you needed something. You were the "easy" one. The mature one. The one who didn't desperately NEED attention, at least you didn't SHOW you desperately needed attention.

The only times you were noticed? When you were useful. When someone had to calm Jason down. When someone had to pull Dick out of a depressive state. When someone needed to force Tim to sleep. When someone had to force Stephanie to stop pushing playfulness in front of her emotions. When someone had to speak up if Cass was accidentally unnoticed. When someone had to listen to Duke drone on about anything because nobody else would. When someone had to watch Damian so he wouldn't poison anyone because everyone else was busy.

It was a normal day, you were in your room. You've always been online schooled, it made it easier to ignore you in a way. Even though everyone else had private school, you got to stay home and finish your load of school work within a few hours. Of course, you had perfect grades. Always scoring full marks regardless of the challenge or assignment.

There was sudden shouts, sudden clatter. You jumped up from your bed, running through the hall and down the steps as fast as your body would go. You were met with utter destruction: overturned furniture, broken glass, broken items in general. You spotted the source immediately. It was Jason, it was always Jason when destruction on this level occurred. But it's never been THIS bad, sure sometimes he would kick a chair or throw something but he's never basically destroyed the house.

Currently, Dick was basically doding dishes being thrown, Jason was unleashing shouts and slurs from his mouth. Jason's eyes were full of pure fury as he hurled another plate full force at Dick, who ducked right before it would have shattered against his face.

"Little Wing, please calm down!" Dick's voice called out, laced with worry and surprise because Jason had just barely torn the house apart and began throwing stuff at him. Jason didn't reply, continuing to cuss him out while throwing stuff.

You swiftly stepped in, grabbing Jason's arm so he couldn't throw another dish. Jason's muscles, which were already tense, somehow tensed more as his rage suddenly turned to you. His usually green eyes seemed more toxic green rather than the more dim green they usually were.

You and Jason were close, you always have been even if he wasn't around often and when he was, he would insult you or ignore you. You always managed to see that hidden softness in his eyes he had for you, you were his little sibling after all. You didn't see that softness right now, his eyes were cold, hollow, distant. It's like he's not even in there right now.

You were expecting everything except what happened. Maybe he would yell at you, maybe he would cuss you out, maybe he would rip his arm away and give you a death glare, maybe he would just slowly turn to you and stare you down like you personally offended him. None of that happened tho.

The pain is swift, sharp, sudden. Your on the ground, sitting on your bum... When did you get there again? Doesn't matter. You felt a liquid pouring down your face which you soon realized was blood. You look up at Jason, who's suddenly not furious anymore, he's staring down at you in what seems to be horror, there's a broken glass plate in his hand. The plate he just shattered over the top of your head. Dick is horrified too as he rushes over, his hands hovering uncertaintly. All you can hear is the ringing in your ears, though you know Dick is talking. Jason is talking too, Jason seems more frantic and panicked as he crouches in front of you. Everything fades to a slow black as you lose consciousness.

Thoughts run through your mind as everything goes black: did Jason just hit me over the head with a plate? Who are you kidding. Of course he did! How fragile is your head for that to even happen? That also doesn't matter. You just want to know WHY. Jason had never physically done anything to you before, Jason only yelled or insulted you even though it wasn't an uncommon occurrence for Jason to get in physical alternations with anyone else.

When you do wake up, the light from the sun is bright, your in your bed, in your room. And... There's nobody there. Your head is bandaged though. You were attacked for fucks sake and yet, still, NOBODY decided to be around for when you woke up? Nobody cared still? Of course.

A/N ⚠️IMPORTANT, PLEASE READ⚠️: Hello everyone! This is my first ever story so if you have like any feedback let me know! I'm kinda just doing this for fun. This is inspired by elsyageorgia's series "Pushing it Down and Praying"! Basically I liked the vague idea although I had my own ideas for a story like this so that's what this story is! Go read their series because mine is child play compared to their writing haha! Alsooo so I'm like super new to writing, if it's like an unspoken rule not to use core ideas (no I'm not gonna copy the whole story or the writing or anything, just using one of the ideas in their story) of other writer's! If it is, I'll take this post down. And if they specifically comment about being uncomfortable about me using one of their ideas I'll take it down too! Anyways byeeee!!!!