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You were having a blast with Marcus and Ashylnn. A “weekend getaway” as Marcus called it could not understate just how joyful each hour has been with them. You guys watched horror movies, played board games, video games, and just doing anything and everything under the sun that the group wanted to do.
This is perfect.
The three of you were currently seated at Marcus’s dinner table just chatting after finishing your dinner.
“Honestly, it’s just so strange to be here with just the three of us in your giant ass house, I don’t think I will ever get used to it”, (Name) said looking around at each doorway.
“I know right! It’s such a nice break from always having someone in the house. ESPECIALLY when that someone is a someone you have been actively avoiding!” Ashylnn said resting her head in her hands, looking up at the ceiling. “Also name your one to talk about big houses! Your dad is the richest man in Gotham!”
“But that doesn’t mean the house is empty like this! It’s so peaceful…I wish everyday it could just be the three of us chilling” (Name) said with a sorrowful downturn of their eyes.
“Let’s make a bond.” Marcus interjected into the conversation so suddenly with an unexpected statement that both (Name) and Ashlynn looked at him as if he grew a second head.
“I’m sorry Marc, but what did you just say? Because I do not think ‘future doctor, legacy carrying, apple of his parent’s eye Marcus’ just said what I think he said.” Ashlynn bit back, clearly on the defensive side for some reason.
“Yeah Marc like…what brought this on? Or are you just saying shit to say shit?” (Name) replied very skeptical to where this conversation was heading.
“No-no wait I…Look I’m sorry if this seems sudden, but after these past two years I can tell we have shared more with each other than we ever have with our biological families. And…I also noticed that neither of you have had your families create the bond on your inner wrists showing your status as a pack member…” Marcus hastily spoke to clarify his thought process before continuing.
Both you and Ashylnn looked at each other before you instinctively brushed your fingers around your right wrist gland, while Ashlynn engulfed her hand around her wrist bringing it against her chest.
Marcus could clearly see this was a sensitive subject, yet he knew his friends and he knew their struggles more than anyone so he pushed on, “Like I said, we all know so much about each other: the struggles with our home lives, the want to get far from Gotham, and to hopefully live together as we follow our dreams! But despite all this, we know that each of us still is hurting. Ashylnn, for years you have complained about your parents and basically them forcing their kid onto you - like what kind of life is that! And to do all that but not even bond with you! Solidifying your place in the family, they are basically making you live as a nanny that they don’t have to pay!”
Ashlynn was nodding her head in agreement, however she also shrank back into her seat - clearly not liking the way the reality of her home life is forced to be realized.
Marcus pushed on. “And you (Name)! Your mom died when you were four yes, but your dad has been around for YEARS! Taking in kids left and right, and yet the only person that is not marked in that family is one of his only biological kids! What kind of logic is that? What makes you so different from them that you don’t get a place in their lives?!”
Ok well that hurt, you thought with a grimace on your face…but there was no denying the truth of his words. Even if Marcus didn’t know that your dad was Batman and that all his kids were crime fighting vigilantes that he trained, this skill didn’t explain why you were not important enough to them to be involved in their lives. Like what, were you only ever going to be bonded with if you were also a vigilantes, putting your life on the line every night, was that the only way you would have value?
As if Marcus noticed both you and Ashlynn being to spiral, he came to the conclusion of his argument. “I know this seems like a sudden ask, but I have been thinking about this for the past year. My family also wouldn’t mark me until I succeed in following my mom’s legacy. It seems like we are all just waiting for approval from people that have this image in their head about who we are supposed to be. I say, we should forge our own path. We already plan to leave Gotham together one day, why not take a large step in the direction of our future by marking each other and creating a bond that will last the rest of our lives?”
Marcus looked at both of you with pleading eyes. You can deduce that something probably happened with his family before they left for the weekend.
Was his plan hasty? Yes. Objectively irresponsible? Also yes. But…you and Ashylnn turned to look at each other, then back at Marcus.
Each one of you didn’t have a welcoming home life. You wanted more than what your families have given you. You all wanted to be loved for who you are, not just what you could do, what you were, and what you were forced to be.
“Ok…let’s do it before I change my mind”, Ashlynn said with a resolve that seemed to be easily shaken if the right counterargument was presented.
“Yeah, let’s do this”, You replied with a firm tone to show your confidence in this decision to give her some reassurance.
“One step forward is another step towards our future!” Marcus said with a wide grin on his face. “To do this since there is no ‘Alpha pack leader’, or whatever they call it, I looked online and it just said that each person bites the glands on the wrists. So, we could hold our arms out in a circle and whoever the wrist is facing bites it!”
“So…we will be moving like the occult or vampires doing a blood pact ritual?” Ashlynn said with a deadpan voice.
“Thank you for your input Ashlynn, what a true testament to our upcoming familial bond”, Marcus replied with a huffing laugh.
“Well if we’re gonna do this let’s do it!” (Name) chimed in enthusiastically, “Look at us looking towards the future!”
Everyone was shaking with anticipation and excitement. They would carve their own future; make their own family.
Each person got up and headed into the living room to sit in a circle with an arm in each direction like three triangles all connecting.
“Here is to the rest of our lives” you said with a firm yet excited resolve.
“Here is to family” Marcus replied calmly with a slight buzz of adrenaline.
“Here is to us” Ashlynn stated with a more confident tone than she had when this idea was first proposed.
With each person giving their sentiments, you each leaned down -
and bit the first wrist.
Back at Wayne Manor -
Damian stood in front of his father’s desk with his hands behind his back. Bruce was staring at your diary, now closed, with no expression. Yet, the people closest to him would be able to tell his mind was whirling.
When did this happen? When did he become too busy for you? Why didn’t he reach out? Why did he not go to you after Jason’s death? Where did he go wrong?
You were a child - are a child.
You needed him, where was he?
He could line every street in Gotham with excuses, but none of that matters now.
His baby was slipping away.
With each question he was brought back to that day at the police station picking you up for the first time. Your cheeks had dried tear stains and you were wrapping your arms around yourself tightly with fear that if you were to let go, you would be seen as weak in an unknown place.
Bruce knew that look.
It was what made him immediately know that you were his.
And he abandoned you.
He told himself that pushing you away was for the best, that handing you off to Dick and Jason would be better. He was still active in your life at the time, just not enough to be proud of it.
Bruce forced himself to isolate when Jason died. During that time, he assumed…he didn’t know what he assumed anymore.
“Father, I believe we should take immediate action against these thoughts (Name) is having in order to preserve our family”’ Damian understood Bruce’s microexpressions so he decided it would be best if his father stayed focused on the core issue at hand.
Bruce looked up briefly before staring down at the diary again. “Yes…there’s still time. I’ll fix this.”
Damian opened his mouth to talk about his plan to his father, when a voice shouted from the front door.
“Hi everyone I’m home!”
The moment Dick finished shouting he felt a thick tension in the manor.
“Master Bruce and young master Damian are discussing an urgent matter in the master’s study”, Alfred replied after Dick stood looking around the corridor for a second too long.
“Thanks Alfred! I’ll go see if I can offer my services!”
Dick reached the room in record time, and welcomed himself in. He was immediately on alert with the palpable tension in the study. His eyes immediately found what Bruce was looking at, asking “Whatcha got there Bruce? A new case?”
Bruce handed him the diary wordlessly, still contemplating where he went wrong, and what he would do to repair his relationship with his child.
While Bruce was brooding, Dick had read every word you had written.
This…couldn’t have been you, could it?
You were such a small little kid when he first met you, you always wanted to be around him in the training room, batcave, or watching a movie in the main room together.
You were Bruce’s kid, but you were Dick’s baby.
After Jason died, he needed some space; from Bruce and the manor. You understood right? Bruce was supposed to be there for you while he just took some time to himself anyway from Gotham.
When Tim came around…he needed to be trained. You understood that too, right? He didn’t forget you so to speak, it’s just that Tim needed training to get into the field and…
Excuses
That’s all he was thinking of…but now it would be different! He would make time for you, right now even! He would go to your room and invite you to go watch a movie outside the manor, or go to a food spot you like (what did you like to eat?), or…whatever your hobbies are now Dick could learn! Dick could fix it! He just needed to talk to you and sort all this out! Then you would see this was one big misunderstanding, one went on for far too long!
Damian looked in between Bruce and Dick understanding that the three of them had neglected you for too long. They could fix this. As Damian goes to open his mouth once again to suggest a plan of attack, Tim and Jason walk through the door.
“Jason and I have been searching, and we have compiled a list of various places vulnerable to Scarecrow’s newest attacks. It doesn’t seem like there is a consistent pattern of places at the moment but-“
“Why are you all looking like there has been a murder?” Jason interrupted Tim’s report to focus attention on the haunted faces of the room.
Damian found himself growing annoyed at the consistent interruptions he was facing and decided to summarize, “I found (Name)’s diary and in it they have written various things, but the important entry was the fact that they are planning on leaving”.
Before he even finished speaking, Jason had already walked over to Dick and snatched the diary from his hands and began reading with Tim next to him, peering over his shoulder.
Before Jason died, you were a safe space.
During some of his dark moments, he would often recall how the both of you would sit in Bruce’s library and read together under a little fort you decided was “essential” to the reading experience. You would often fall asleep first after reading for a few hours, and Jason would maneuver you to lay in his lap.
He remembers after he came back to life and to the manor you both had a falling out. Jason remembers yelling at you and you tearing up…however he can’t recall what he said…
He knows he fucked up…but you were always for forgiving before he died, you would forgive him again right? You wanting to leave was just a little act of rebellion, he could get you back on the right path. He was sure of it.
He would even come back to the manor to hangout with you, or take you out to get away from this emotionally constipated family. He would fix this.
Tim followed along as Jason turned the pages.
You and him never got particularly close.
Bruce needed him for Gotham, and Dick needed to train him to handle Gotham.
But you were always there.
You offered small talk when he was lost in the silence of his work. Sometimes you would just sit in his room or in the batcave while he worked to “give him company” as you would call it.
He never thought about your presence not being there because that wasn’t an option. Even if you didn’t talk often, you were around each other…but that might have been enough for you…
Don’t worry (Name), Tim sees it now. The solution is obvious. He can fix what he broke, he’ll be more active in your life. This was-
“Now that everyone is caught up to speed, I would like to propose a method of handling this estrangement from (Name).” Damian cut off everyone's train of thought and had their heads snapping towards him in desperation and possessive resolve.
“Ok shortstack what do you propose we do?” Jason huffed.
“I’m going to go talk to them now, you can join me after I clear up my mistake”, Dick said, already moving to the door of the study.
“That will not be possible”, Bruce replied in a stern tone.
“And why can’t he?” Tim said, stepping away from Jason and towards Bruce.
“Because they are gone to a sleepover to one of the houses of the two friends they mentioned in their diary”, Damian snapped, already over how long this conversation has dragged on.
“Well then let’s go get them”, Jason said as he also marched toward the door ready to get on his motorcycle and drag you back to the manor.
“No”, Bruce stated while rising from his chair, and before anyone could interrupt he continued, “We will let them have the rest of the weekend with their friends. In the meantime, we continue to learn whatever we can about them, and become an active family in their lives.”
It was obvious that not everyone agreed with the idea, they were willing to concede to maintain the peace. With the time they had with (Name) away -
They began to learn.
Damian and Dick ransacked your room. Looking through every book, drawer, folder, etc. to see where all your interests lie.
Tim accessed all your medical and school records. Each report was printed and passed around the family.
After Tim bypassed the private account locks on your socials, Jason went through every single one of your accounts and posts. He compiled a list of every place you have been, every food you seemed to enjoy, anything and everything you posted was noted and would be shared with the family.
Bruce took the initiative to look into your friends and their families. If there was a single faulthood in place, he would have you home before the night was over.
Alfred wandered through the house with a tea tray with biscuits, asking if anyone would like refreshments all the while thinking, “I told you young master (name), it was only a matter of time”.
A/N: I’m so sorry for the delay, but this turned out to be a longer chapter than the others. I have my storyboard planned and, if I pace it out properly, there should be five chapters left! I expect to be done within the next two weeks (hopefully), but thank you everyone for supporting my series. It truly means the world to me.
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Once you realized your place in the family after Damian’s integration, you finally understood your mother’s words. Bruce, Dick, Jason, Tim, and Damian were all Alphas strong and dependable. Alfred was a Beta ordered and logical. Your mother, (M/N), was an omega, emotional and dependent. These are the roles placed on each secondary gender from the moment they are identified. You would fit yours.
You could be logical, you could be structured.
You would be independent.
The only logical conclusion was to craft a plan that separated yourself from your family as much as you could. The immediate place you looked when you were twelve was school. You made yourself into a chamelian, blending seamlessly into each crowd.
Each migration into various groups got you connections, which made you became indispensable to your classes. You were the one teachers turned to participate in class, the one who fellow students looked for to get help with different subjects, the one who slaved away into early hours of the morning perfecting each subject as best you could in order to be needed by others. Yet, despite all your claims of deattachment, could not fill the longing in your heart for someone…anyone.
These thoughts came pounding into your skull the moment your focus strayed. You couldn’t think like this.
You were logical.
On the eve of your thirteenth birthday while you were enraptured with a novel, you overheard a conversation with a couple of your classmates.
“I-I can’t believe this! Everything just f-feels wrong! I can’t go back there! I WON’T!” The girl with long, flowing black hair and brown russet skin said through her heaving sobs.
Ashlynn Rodriguez.
You had math class with her. She sat towards the middle while you sat at the front. You never really interacted besides passing glances, but now their conversation has interested you.
“Look Ashlynn, I won’t say this doesn’t suck because that would be a lie…you can stay at my place as long as you want, but just know that even if you do want to run away from them forever - it won’t solve your problems”, her friend explained calmly.
Marcus Jackson.
You did not have any classes with him, but you had seen him with Ashlynn before. He had dark, umber skin and cornrows that went down to his shoulders.
What he said however…hit a little close to home…but that is not important now. What he said though, at staying over, was a foundation.
According to your logical side: If you say befriend them, get invited (as they have a clear comfortability leaving their houses) to stay with them, this could be your first chance at independence. Did you feel bad about using people for personal gain…yes. However, you are the Batam’s child and your siblings were/are former/current Robins. You have nothing, so you will get something.
With that mindset, you approached your new friends.
Which brings us to you, fourteen, laying in bed texting the group chat you have with Ashlynn and Marcus. What was originally supposed to be a manipulation/using of people turned into what you would call a “found family” bond (Marcus’s words).
Over these past two years you learned just how alike you three truly are. Ashlynn’s parents are lawyers, both Alphas, that decided to have another kid when she was thirteen. Her parents expected her to carry on more duties than a 13 year old towards a newborn, the reason? Ashlynn was an Omega, so her parents deemed her the best fit for the baby. The weight of all her responsibilities finally came crashing down when her little brother’s first word was “Mama” aimed at Ashlynn. The day you first overheard their conversation is the day she finally cracked under all the pressure.
Marcus’s situation was different. His father worked a corporate job while his mother was one of Gotham’s leading doctors. His father was an Omega and his mother was an Alpha. Marcus was born an Alpha to which his parents decided it was best for him to follow in his mother’s footsteps. They hired a nanny and various tutors in order to create “the perfect son”. He was expected to grow fast and consistently be the best in his entire grade. A single slip up was met with groundings, taking of devices, and whatever other plans his parents could concoct in order to make him the next best doctor in all of Gotham, and keep the family legacy alive.
You told them also about your exclusion from your family, and the betrayal that came from thinking that after your mom passed you had finally found a family. They accepted you with open arms, and together you guys have been creating precious memories that carry you through your time spent at the manor. Which is why Marcus decided to invite you both to his house for a weekend sleepover, together you could pretend that your family life was just each other.
However, what you did not account for, is the more you go into your room looking at your phone, sitting in the car to go to school looking at your phone, and eating dinner at the end of the table with your eyes on your phone -
Damian was watching.
After the first introduction Damian had with you, he could not care less about your presence. You took up no honor to be a vigilante, you have no medical skills…truly why were you kept around?
He would concede if asked about your schoolwork that you were above average. Take the compliment.
Over these past two years however, after being forced to spend so much time with you in the car to school, seeing you in school, and just being forced to be in your presence.
Damian’s opinion…shifted.
You kept to yourself, but that does not mean you were uninteresting. Damian heard from all the gossip floating around school. First, he watched out for him. Someone tried to disgrace his name or his father’s, they would be met with fists. He commanded respect for the Wayne name. Until one day, he overheard someone speak ill of you.
“(Name)? Oh god don’t even get me started. Fucking bitch is a try hard, in the end they will never be anything outside of their daddy’s money”.
“Bro shut the fuck up, you know what Damian’s gonna do if he hears you talking shit on the Wayne name…”
“Oh please. Even he doesn’t give a fuck about that fucker. He only cares about his name, his brothers’ and his father’s to which I understand. After all, who would want a sibling like pussy (Na)-“
Damian reacted with precision. Every punch hit fast and hard against this offender’s cheek.
How dare he.
Slandering his sibling. His blood. He may not get along with you, but he would be damned if he let this nobody keep running his mouth.
At the end of his attack, he got up and walked away. He doesn’t know where the other guy went, but he would find out - just like this guy’s other friends find his body before bringing him to the school’s nurse.
Damian begins to settle with his thoughts the further he walks to the scene. You are his only blood sibling. There is no one like you and Damian in the world. That is something the rest of the family doesn’t have - a blood connection. This ties you two together in a way no one in the can. These thoughts settled in Damian like a rock sinking into the ocean.
He treated you terribly he understands, but with it you have grown stronger haven’t you? After he arrived in the manor, Alfred commented on how your productivity and grades drastically inclined. He pushed you to be better.
But somewhere along the way, you have begun to stray. You look at your phone constantly; Damian can guess that it is the friends you are always around. He thinks they are an appropriate choice given your social and economic class, but…why aren’t you paying them attention anymore. You never fully engaged with meals, movie nights, or hangouts with anyone in the family, but that does not mean you are allowed to go and give all your time to strangers.
It isn’t fair.
When Damian saw you get into Ashlynn’s parents car from the window, he acted.
He went into your room on the opposite wing, and began hunting. He searched every drawer, every shelf, and finally the bookcase. He immediately grabbed the only thing that didn’t look like a book - your diary.
Damian read it cover to cover. Twice.
“Sometimes late at night I stare into the night sky and talk to my mom as if she were a star”
“Daddy is so sweet! He tries his best to play with me, I hope we can stay like this forever!”
“Dick is always so kind to me! I love having an older brother, I hope we can hang out more!”
“Jason reads with me, Dick could not sit still long enough to enjoy a book, but Jason is different - he makes me feel calm!”
“I hope Tim is adjusting alright, but why won’t he talk to me? Did I do something wrong?”
“Jason would want me to be more helpful right? But why is Dick checking up on Tim and not me? Why won’t Dick and Daddy Dad talk to me?”
“Damian is my blood brother and he tried to kill me.”
“Why did the family bond with everyone but ME?! Am I not family?! Am I not family material?! Just tell me what you don’t like, and I will fix it I promise!!”
…
“Marcus and Ashylnn are not who I thought they would be, but that makes them even better. We talk about the future, and we already have a place picked out! (If it stays open)! I don’t even think I would tell my family…it’s not like they would care anyway.”
Damian stood up straight. Diary clenched in his hand.
He was going to do what regular kids do.
Tattle to father.
If you think you can just make a plan to leave them…to leave him…you won’t get far.
Damian will ensure it.
PLEASE READ: I just want to say thank you to all of you who have read my story. Truthfully I thought this would be a story to try and if no one liked it I was just going to delete it and pretend it never happened lol, but the outcry of support made me tear up. I wanted to give back to the community that posts these stories so often that I have read in my dark days, which led this to being made. I hope I can provide you guys with a story you like, and I hope you enjoy reading as much as I enjoy writing. ALSO I know these last two chapters have been pretty fast paced and I apologize for that!! Truly I’m not that good at writing exposition, but now that we are where we need to be in the storyline it will slow down!!
Synopsis: You are the first born child of billionaire playboy Bruce Wayne. In this PLATONIC omgeaverse take, you are his only child that has not been accepted into the pack. After living through years of constant disappointment and neglect, 14 year old you is ready to plan for their future far away from the eyes of your family. Your attempts to continue to live under the rador and move out to a new, exciting life should go smoothly…right?
PSA: There will be no romantic relationships. I will hint at a character maybe liking the reader, but given this is a yandere story…it will not last long…RIP.
Word Count: 1.8k
Chapter 1: What am I supposed to do?
You are a child born from a prostitute as a result of a one night stand. You lived with your mother in the Narrows of Gotham City, she was your whole world.
Though you were poor, she did her best to provide the best she could for you. She would borrow books from the library for you to read, take you to the park to play, and, when she had some extra cash, she would take you to the desert cafe to get whatever you wanted. You were happy as long as you were around her.
However, your mom couldn’t protect you forever.
After your mom would place you in the closet for the night for “mommy’s important work” as she would call it, she would peel the doors open ever so slowly with her cheeks stained with tears and bring you close to her chest to rock side-to-side with you.
“Oh my sweet, beautiful child” she would cry “you being born a beta was the greatest gift I could ever give you. The world is cruel to those of my kind…but you…you will be safe so long as you live as what you are…”
You did not understand what she was talking about at the time, but as you grew up you began to recall this conversation more and more.
One night, before your mother closed the door on the closet, she said in a quiet voice, “my baby…no matter what happens you must stay silent…promise me honey.” “I promised mommy” you whispered back to her. She smiled kindly with eyes lacking in light before kissing your forehead, “I love you so much my sweet baby”. Before you had the chance to reply, she closed the door gently.
As you attempted your best to sleep, given the circumstances, a shot went off. Followed by another. And another. Then silence. You promised your mother you would be good and stay put, however that did not stop the terror from creeping into your small bones, nor the tears from streaming down your eyes.
You had no concept of time, but you understood that a long time past before the doors of the closet were ripped open by people with flashlights in yellow and black uniforms. “Oh god…” one of them said, “Commissioner…she had a kid”.
After those words were uttered, you don’t remember much of what happened next. You remember a kind looking man talking to you. You remember answering that you were 4 years old. You remember the officers taking you to a police station. You remember them running tests and looking frazzled by the results. Lastly, you remember a man with bright blue eyes and black hair. He dressed like a businessman you would see on walks in the park with your mom. Next to him was an elderly man also dressed in a similar sophistcated attire.
You remember the man with the blue eyes kneeled down in front of you to say, “Hello there, my name is Bruce Wayne and it seems that I am your father. What is your name?”
“(Name)”
After that it was a blur of papers and eyes all on you and people kept shuffling around. You do remember getting into a fancy car, which drove to a fancy house, before being given a room bigger than your mom’s old apartment. You now know that there are bigger rooms in the house, which are on the family wing, but you have learned to accept where you have been placed.
Later that same day, two kids older than you had come to the house. The eldest introduced himself as your new brother Dick, while the younger one introduced himself as Jason. Despite your father being away often, Dick and Jason became your true brothers. As you were the smallest of the three, they still treated you with love and care. The five of you were a family. You were in the batcave with them cracking jokes at Bruce’s expense, playing tag…you had a family.
Until Jason died.
Dick became distant. Bruce became closed off. Alfred became reserved.
You were alone.
As you continued your lessons in school, you finally learned why your mother had said about you being a beta. Beta’s did not smell pheremones. Beta’s did not have heats or ruts. Being a beta made you considered to be a logical member of society.
However, in the same lesson, you learned about packs. There are two prominent sweat gland spots to be marked. The one on the back of the neck was for mates. The one on the inner wrists was proof of a pack that should be given by your family. After a marking, the family would huddle around the newest marked member for days in order to make them feel secure in the family. These sessions could last weeks depending on how the newest member takes to the bonding. After hearing all of this, you didn’t understand why they didn’t mark you. You new Dad, Dick, Jason, and Alfred had marked each other…so why not you?
Poor little (Name) brought this question home to Alfred when they came back from school. He said “Master (Name) I’m sorry but this is not an appropriate time to broach this subject. Give it time”.
And time she gave…then Tim came along.
Dick came around more. Bruce opened up. Alfred was attentive.
You greeted Tim with an open heart. You asked him question after question to learn about him and showed you cared. He always gave superficial responses, you understood though…he was busy helping Gotham. Just like Dad does, like Dick does, like Jason did.
After a year of Tim being here, you went to look for your dad to sign a paper for a school field trip to the science center. As you walked the long halls of the manor, you saw it in Tim’s room. Bruce, Dick, and Tim cuddling close with Tim at the center.
Tim is officially joining the pack.
Alfred came up behind you, “Master (Name) what are you doing over here? It is highly inappropriate to try and interrupt a bonding ceremony.”
Your mind was scattered with a deep hurt and shame, “I-I’m so sorry, I just-I just wanted Dad to sign my paper for a field trip…”
Alfred placed a hand on your shoulders and guided you towards your own room, “I will sign it for you my dear, but during such an important moment, you must not interrupt do you understand.”
You couldn’t even think. Why were you not being taken into the pack? Why was Alfred out here? You asked Alfred both these questions in the haze of the walk back to your room.
“Master (Name) I told you before that these things take time. It must not be rushed, when they are ready they will come to you. I am not included in the circle since my status in the pack is different from a traditional family pack. I do not need to be there for the entire ceremony. Now, here is your room, and please do not approach the West wing for awhile”.
You never went towards the West wing after that day. You did wait for your family though. One day they would approach you with the desire to make you part of the pack. You would become family, all you had to do was wait.
Then Jason came back. You tried to approach him when he came back the first time you heard about him being back, but he snapped at you. If you were to ask him, he doesn’t remember what he said, but you-you remember every word.
Not long after Jason came back, a twelve year old boy, the same age, as you joined the family. You greeted him with a smile and introduced yourself. Damian, as you would find through the yelling, pulled a katana on you while calling you a disgrace of a child and the Wayne name.
You did not approach Damian after that, but you did go to school together. He avoided you, from what you can guess is embarrassment, while you avoided him in fear.
A year after Damian joined, your enter perspective on your “family” shifted.
You found Alfred in the kitchen, “Hey Alfred, I was wondering if you know where dad is, there is a permission slip I need him to sign in order to watch a PG-13 movie in class!”
Alfred looked at you with the slightest glance of pity, “I’m sorry Master (Name), but currently Master Bruce and the other young masters are completing the bonding ceremony for Master Damian”.
You were left to stand there in shock and disarray. Damian…your blood brother Damian…who has been here for a year was getting bonded to the pack and becoming an official member of the family…but what about you?
You tried to put on your most unbothered expression, if Alfred saw through he didn’t comment on it, “Is Jason with them too?”
“Yes Master (Name). Since he was not here for Tim’s either, he is technically participating in two.”
“Thank you for letting me know Alfred, could you sign my paper instead please”, you are certain your voice cracked in the end but you pushed through.
Alfred took the paper gently, “Of course Master, and remember your time will come soon”.
You did not say another word. The moment he handed you your paper back you walked into your room before you burst out crying, “I-I j-just wanted to be a f-family. I-I w-wanted to be loved...is that so hard to ask?!”
This brings us to two years later, present day. (Name) and Damian are 14.
(Name) has been on the phone more, Damian notices. They have been more secretive and cryptic with her friends, Damian is paying attention.
He understands that he shouldn’t care. They are not a member of the pack, yet they are his only blood related sibling. He demands to know that (Name) is hiding.
One way or another.
And this dive into reader’s life will give them what they previously wanted…but can they handle the cost?
A/N: HELLO! Sorry for the long exposition (I hate writing it), but the story will pick up from here. I hope you enjoyed my first series and I hope to try and give updates at LEAST once a week!!
I love it when kids are actually written like kids (a little stupid. a little cringey. they do things that make the audience, mainly adults, a little pissed off. maybe it's not "a little" in a lot of situations) in media, and then the audience hates them for it and call it bad writing.
especially fucked up kids. like. kids who were neglected their whole lives. and then they act like little fucked up deliquents. or are a little off kilter. or act a little attention seeking. or a little desperate for a speck of affection from the wrong hand cause it's the only one offering.
Sometimes a family is you, a reincarnation of your father, his pyromaniac girlfriend, their bald third-wheel, your dad’s enemy who raised you and held a knife to your throat last week, his wife who held a knife to your throat last month, their adopted daughter who kissed you the other day and saved your life once, their son who saved you from captivity once, their daughter who is half your age and nearly as tall as you, and their son who was killed by the bald third-wheel.
