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Warning: Death in childbirth , child abuse, violence, neglect, death, a hint of a good future. Possible deviation from the canon. Possible OC
(Remember! English is not my native language. I translate all my texts through a translator. If you find any mistakes, don't be afraid to write to me about them. And don't criticize too much, please)
NEGLECT!reader...
Whose mom was Bruce's wife…
They had known each other since childhood and loved each other very much. After his parents died, she was always there for him, supporting him. When she found out about Batman's identity, she accepted him and his noble goals.
She was loved by the whole society of Gotham. The poor considered her an angel for her help to shelters for children, the homeless and animals. High society did not dare to say a bad word about her.
She was perfect.
When Dick appeared, she became his second mother, support and support.
She was able to give Jason real maternal love and care.
She always supported her husband and sons, staying up at night and worrying for their safety.…
Who caused her mother's death.
The moment the woman found out that she was pregnant, the whole estate rejoiced.
In honor of this, Bruce hosted a lavish evening where he announced that the beloved of Gotham was pregnant.
Everyone was delighted.
Newspapers and magazines have already predicted a royal life for the unborn child.
Dick and Jason were overjoyed.
If it's a boy, they'll train him to be as strong and agile as they are.
If it's a girl, they'll be knights to her and protect her from all dangers.
Alfred was only glad to see the continuation of the family of two people dear to him and to take care of another young master.
But pregnancy was difficult. The child seemed to suck the life out of the woman, even though she tried to hide her serious condition.
Private doctors were increasingly saying that she might not survive childbirth. But the woman refused to terminate the pregnancy, because she already loved the little baby and did not want to take her life.
Jason dies in the eighth month of pregnancy.
Upon learning of her son's death, the woman breaks down.
Contractions start quickly and unexpectedly due to stress.
Bruce barely manages to get his wife to the hospital when the pain becomes unbearable. He doesn't want to lose his child, but most of all he doesn't want to lose his beloved.
Sitting in the hallway and hearing heart-rending screams is unbearable. My head can barely withstand all the emotional stress after my son's death and unexpected birth. Bruce thinks that half of his hair has turned gray that day.
It goes on for twelve hours. The woman's scream is replaced by the loud cry of a baby.
The new father still hopes that everything is fine with his wife, that they will soon return home as a small family, that everything will get better, although not immediately. But deep in his heart, he realizes that he is deceiving himself.
When the doctor leaves the room with a small bundle in his arms and says that this is the only thing left of his beloved, Bruce almost cries.
Taking the baby in his arms, he sees his wife's killer and his exact copy. Not wanting to look at her, he gives the package to Alfred and asks him to look after her.
It feels like the whole of Gotham came to the funeral. There are hundreds, if not thousands of people standing near the gate. Both rich and poor. Everyone is mourning the same loss.
Bruce feels like he's dead inside. He had lost a huge part of himself.
He blames this child, considering him a murderer, but knows that if it hadn't been for him, nothing would have happened if he had persuaded to get rid of the child in the first months of pregnancy.…
Who has been deprived of her father's attention and care since childhood…
Alfred, despite his sadness and sorrow, cannot leave this child to the mercy of fate. This little girl is the fruit of the love of two people who have become children for him.
Looking at the child, he sees little Bruce. She has the same piercing blue eyes that look at you as if into your soul. The same shock of short hair on an almost bald head.
No matter how much he thought, he couldn't bring himself to hate the tiny baby. He swore that he would protect and raise the child, no matter what.
Bruce wasn't interested in the child's life. He didn't want to hear about him or see his face. Fortunately, it was easy in a huge estate. He did not know the child's name either. And he knew her age because of the anniversary of his wife's death.
As the years passed, the baby continued to be called a murderer of her mother and a little demon sent to destroy an ideal family.
At first, the girl cried and asked Alfred why they were doing this to her. To which the butler only put away the newspaper and magazine, quietly stroking the baby's hair, whispering that it was not her fault and that those who write these articles are stupid people who do not know how sweet she is.
When Dick appeared in the mansion, he avoided the girl like fire, only occasionally smiling awkwardly and stiffly. Then he disappeared. What the girl was not angry about, because, according to Alfred, Richard is a very busy man, and if he had more time, he would definitely have spent it with her. And the girl kept her tender hopes for those times.
When the girl decides to get closer to her father, she hears awkward excuses from Alfred. When she asks him with the sweetest face, he, hoping that after a few years the billionaire's rage towards an innocent child has subsided, helps to take the little girl tea with cookies and a homemade postcard to the office.
When a girl awkwardly walks in to her father, greeting him in a quiet but confident voice, she receives nothing in response.
Coming closer to the table and placing the tray on a small clean place, freed from a huge amount of papers, she takes out a postcard showing the four of them: Dick and Bruce holding the girl's hands on both sides, and Alfred with a large cake in his hands.
Pulling her father's sleeve, trying to get his attention, she only sees an irritated and angry look. But he stands boldly, pursing his small lips. When he starts talking about himself and the postcard, he hears only an order rather than a request to get out of the office. Trying to object, he gets only more rude words and, with reddened eyes, quickly leaves the office, leaving a postcard on the table just in case.
Maybe Dad was just busy and tired of work, otherwise he would definitely have listened to her, praised her and gently stroked her hair.
Such meetings take place several more times, under different circumstances, but they always end the same way.
Who understands that the problem was with her when new children appear on the estate.…
Everything happens so fast that she hardly notices how the manor is filled with different children: boys and girls.
She hopes to make friends with someone, but receives only familiar excuses and forced smiles from some, and from others even rude remarks, like from her father.
At school, the girl did not make friends with anyone. They looked at her as a misfortune and a devil, as she was described in newspapers and magazines. No one is hurting her, but no one is talking to her. This is even worse than open hatred. Even the teachers are looking at her with displeasure.
When she first hears about Damian's arrival, hope springs up in the depths of her soul, especially when she finds out that he is also her father's own son, unlike other children, and they are almost the same age, he is only a year younger than him. After learning about his bad past, she wants to give him the warmth and care she has deprived herself of.
She, under close supervision, prepares cookies for her new brother, wanting to treat him.
When he arrives at the manor, instead of hugging or at least the usual greeting, she is greeted by a katana at her throat and an overturned plate of cookies.
Almost fainting from the shock on the spot, the girl tries to move away with a strained smile, but bumps into a cold wall.
At the moment when she thought that the end of her unhappy and so short life had come, she hears her father's stern voice. Thinking that he had come to save her after all, that he had realized that he was wrong about her and would love her with the arrival of a new son, she hears him ordering Damian to follow him.
When the blade disappears near her neck, the girl exhales deeply, but feels no joy, but only another disappointment with her father.
Who starts to look more and more like her mother as she gets older.…
After the appearance of Damian, that little asshole with a nasty grin, the mood in the manor changes, at least for the forgotten girl.
Their skirmishes became a frequent occurrence, and the little crook was always right, which offended the girl very much.
Why he was loved more than her. She's been here longer and hasn't been able to get any of the attention that this killer has been getting.
Who doesn't celebrate her birthday…
This morning was the same as the others, but after looking at the calendar, her mood dropped even more.
Today she turned fourteen years old, or, more correctly, fourteen years since the death of her beloved Mrs. Wayne.
She was a little angry at her mom, because if she hadn't died, then this day would have been hers entirely. They would have made a cake together, the whole family would have greeted her at breakfast, congratulating her, and her fa- Bruce, would have hugged her tightly, kissed her on the forehead and confessed that she was his beloved daughter.
Throwing aside rosy dreams of a happy life, the girl got out of bed. It was five o'clock in the morning. Everyone was either sleeping or exercising, which seemed very strange to her. After getting dressed and washing, the girl walked past a shelf with cups and medals, earned over many years of efforts to attract the attention of at least someone.
When she went down to the kitchen, she saw Alfred preparing the dough for their signature simple cake, which they had been cooking since childhood. It was the only outlet and a happy memory of that terrible day.
Having prepared the cream and filling together, while the cakes were baking, the two assembled the cake under quiet conversations and laughter.
Glancing at her watch, she was surprised at how fast time was flying.
After going to her room to get a small gift prepared for Alfred for taking care of her, she left the cake in the refrigerator for better impregnation.
It took longer than necessary to find the gift because of its secluded storage location, which the birthday girl accidentally forgot about.
Joyfully returning to the kitchen, she expected to see Alfred cutting a cake, but the closer she got, the worse her premonition worsened when she caught cheerful conversations and light arguments coming from her destination.
And it didn't let her down.
When she entered the kitchen, she saw only an empty cake plate and crumbs on the corners of her adopted siblings' lips, and some of them were still happily munching on her only source of joy for the day.
Everyone turned to look at her with shocked expressions and confusion.
The birthday girl's face was filled with horror, and the gift box fell to the floor.
Alfred, who had come to investigate the commotion, was just as surprised as the girl. Knowing what the cake meant to her, he understood her feelings perfectly. However, before the butler could react, the girl ran away to her room, sobbing silently.
She spent the entire day lying in bed, staring at a picture of her parents that she had cut out of an old glossy magazine, dreaming of a better life. When someone knocked on the door, asking for permission to enter, she wiped away her tears with the back of her hand and, feeling slightly calmer, sat on the creaking bed.
The butler entered, holding a small cupcake with a single candle. He said that it might not be a perfect replacement for the cake that had already been consumed, but she could still make a wish. The girl, now in a better mood, nodded and, after a moment of contemplation, wished for someone to love her without considering her a monster or a murderer.
After a brief conversation, they shared a quiet laugh at another silly joke. Alfred, citing the time for dinner, left, but promised to bring a gift later, mentioning that he had found a gift intended for him and was very grateful to the young miss.
Finally feeling cheerful, the girl thought that the day wasn't entirely bad.
A few minutes later, the door burst open, and a small brat stood on the threshold.
Entering the room with a swagger, Damian smirked, looking around.
"Hey! What are you doing here? Get out immediately! Otherwise..." the girl exclaimed, frowning.
"Otherwise what, you clumsy idiot?" the younger boy interrupted with a nasty smile.
"Otherwise, I... I..." Not knowing what to say, the girl hesitated, but her eyes remained angry.
"Ha! You can't even answer properly. What can I say? That's why my father doesn't like you," the boy said, looking around the room and stopping at a photo of Mr. and Mrs. Wayne, the girl's parents.
Grinning, he quickly picked up the photo and began to examine it.
"So that's it," he said, looking from the mother to the daughter with a malicious expression. "You even look alike. But even she couldn't stand the sight of you. Although you're not that different. She couldn't even handle giving birth. It's a shame."
Hearing the insults about her mother, the girl couldn't contain her growing anger and resentment.
"Shut up!"
"Or what? Will you cry like you did this morning over a stupid cake?" the boy asked mockingly.
"You're a freak! Get out of my room right now! And give me back my photo."
"Why do you think it's yours? Maybe I like it. I'll keep it."
"No! Please give it back. It's my photo. It's my mother! My parents!" The girl's voice rose to a shout, and tears welled up in her eyes.
"Where are they now? Who needs you? You're not worthy of living here or living at all..."
The boy was interrupted by a slap.
Outraged by the action, he tore the photo into many, many small pieces, smirking arrogantly.
All the anger, resentment, and sense of injustice poured out of the girl, and she lunged at the younger boy, knocking him to the ground.
They both grappled, pulling each other's hair, punching each other in the face and body, choking each other, and cursing loudly.
Everyone came running at the sound of the commotion.
The girl felt strong arms lift her off the ground as she struggled like a kitten. Damian, on the other hand, was also being held.
After calming down a bit, she noticed that Damian's face was covered in bruises and even had a black eye, and she smiled proudly, even though she was sure she looked just as bad.
For the sake of this wonderful feeling of satisfaction, she was willing to attack him again.
However, Bruce's stern voice suddenly echoed down the hallway.
"What are you two doing here?" Bruce's stern and authoritative voice calmed both children down.
"He started it!" the girl replied, pointing at the little demon. "He came to my room and started bullying me, and... and then he took a photo of my mother and..." The girl was interrupted by a voice filled with quiet fury.
"Stop it. You're always throwing fits. Otherwise, I'll have to take extreme measures."
"B-but I didn't do anything..." Seeing the disapproving looks from everyone around her, she lowered her head in shame.
She broke free from the strong grip of what she assumed was Dick and, with a slam of the door, entered her room, facing the satisfied and repulsive gaze of the true culprit.
Who was sent to a boarding school for good girls, hundreds of miles away from home.
The next morning after her birthday, she was informed that she was going to a boarding school where she would learn to behave and be good.
She wasn't particularly upset, although she could sense the quiet joy of those around her.
After packing her small belongings into a single suitcase, she bid farewell to the room she had lived in her entire life.
On the day of her departure, she stood alone in front of the mansion, waiting for the car that would take her to her new home for the next year.
Sensing Alfred's presence behind her, she quietly approached him and embraced him with all her strength, while he patted her on the back.
"I brought you something. It's my birthday gift for you. Your mother wanted you to have it. She loved you very much. And I love you too. Know that. Good luck."
Opening the small box, she saw a simple but beautiful locket inside. Opening it, she saw a picture of her mother and a small message of congratulations. Unable to hold back her tears, the girl began to cry and hugged the door tightly.
When the car arrived, the girl climbed into the back seat and leaned against the window, waving goodbye to her only friend as she prepared for the long journey.
After a half-day of driving and a brief nap, the girl found herself in Vermont, standing in front of a large, old building with ivy-covered walls and trees protecting it from the wind.
She couldn't have been happier to be in a place like this, away from the filth of Gotham, surrounded by green mountains, lakes, forests, and the freedom of the wind (and without her family).
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[Oh, shit. I really, really enjoyed writing this. Glory just poured out of my thoughts. I'm sorry I'm taking so long, but I promise there will be boys from the movie and girls from boarding school in the next chapter. I love you. I hope you enjoy it]
