Neglectful Forgetful Reader | Part 1
Thinking about a neglectful reader... Hmm, no, that's kinda harsh. Let's just say a ✨forgetful✨ reader.
Reader who so easily forgets people's faces and names. When summer vacation ends they'll go back to school and not remember the names of their own classmates unless reader's regularly interacted with them through the vacation. Like practically their whole conversation that first day back to school is like this:
Reader's Classmate: Reader, hi! How was your vacation?
Reader: Oh hi! 😊 (a suspiciously cheerful smile in place of the classmate's name) Mine was nice. How about yours?
RC: Niceee. ...you forgot my name again, didn't you.
Reader, humbly: My bad 🤞😔
Even reader's own best friends know they aren't invincible. If any of them has to go away with no contact with reader longer than three days, they will come back wearing a name tag or something similar and gesture aggressively to it.
Reader's friend #1, back from a week-long academic camp: *gives the sign to other friends*
Friends #2 to #5, moving their arms and heads into the letters of friend #1's name and shouting cheerleader-style: J! A! N! E! J-A-N-E JANE!!!
Reader, mortified: Oh my god sorry I have the memory of a goldfish?? 😭 We chatted nightly the whole week, I still remember your name!!!
Friend #1: 😐 I have to stay vigilant. One time you forgot my name mid-conversation with me
Reader, now offended: And one time we were traveling together you forgot my existence at the subway card reader!!!
Friend #1: ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
Reader: (ノಠ益ಠ)ノ彡┻━┻
The thing is, though, reader's memory in general is not equal to a goldfish. Honestly, they're pretty good at remembering stuff. It's just like this post.
In reader's case, obviously, the forget everything part is about people's names and faces.
In relation to this, do you know the family full of black-haired blue-eyed boys who, in spite of the lack of blood relation (sans the youngest who is ironically the only one not with blue eyes or white skin) look very similar to the patriarch?
That's right: The Wayne's, a.k.a the Batfamily.
A.k.a difficulty level: HELL when it comes to differentiating between names and faces.
So here's reader, the neglected child in the fam. The one whom the Batfam treats like air, or like a pet they're indifferent about–smiling politely and making small talk with reader when they're not busy and happen to encounter each other, at best just as politely excusing themselves but not infrequently outright snapping at reader when they're busy. More importantly, the one whom the Batfam never hangs out with, and therefore also the one who keeps forgetting their names.
Reader, passing by Dick: *nods casually* 'Sup, Nick.
Dick: Oh haha, very funny, Reader. You know my name
Reader: ?
Dick:
Reader:
Dick: You... Do know my name... Don't you?
Reader, remembering Jason-whose-name-they-also-have-forgotten calling Dick 'Dickolas': Isn't... Isn't it Nick? Like Nicholas?
Dick: ...
Reader: *absconds*
Jason: Hey, kiddo. Heard you misremembered Goldie's name
Reader, having already forgotten Dick's name again but unfortunately still remembers the Incident™ clearly: Haha, yeah (눈‸눈)
Jason: Heh, good for you. Dickiebird does need to be taken down a peg or two sometimes
Reader, getting premonition, now trying to recall Jason's name: U-huh. Sure
Jason: Yeah, like he's the golden boy and all, sure, but it's not as if everybody needs to know or remember him, right? And-
Reader, getting premonition harder, trying to recall Jason's name more frantically: What was it... Was it something ending with 'son'...? Oh, wasn't there the Grayson–wait that can't be a first name... Huh, didn't one of them once call him something ending with 'ay' instead? Or was it somebody else? Nah, the figure back then looked like his. Hmm May, Day, Kay... Gay? Oh–
Jason: -anyway! You remember my name, don't you?
Reader, premonition confirmed: *confidently nods* Of course, Gaylord
Jason:
Reader:
Jason, grabbing reader's shoulders: How the fuck did you get that name out of mine
Reader: 🫥
Tim, barging into reader's room: Reader, we need to ta–aaAAAA!!!
Reader, having completely forgotten Tim's face: HELP!!! PERVERT!!! THERE'S A PERVERT IN MY ROOM!!!
Tim: I'M YOUR BROTHER! STOP SCREAMING! AND MORE IMPORTANTLY STOP SPRAYING ME WITH BUG SPRAY!!!
Reader, tucking the bug spray can under their blanket: Oh, why didn't you say so
Tim: 🙂💢
Tim: Okay, never mind that. We need to talk about your constantly forgetting people's names. This is a serious matter, people will think you're being impolite by forgetting them–
Reader: Didn't you 'forget' to prepare a table for that couple you disliked at the last gala?
Tim, without hesitating a beat: No, damn, you misremembered that too? Anyway here, I made you this easy-to-remember PowerPoint for you to know–
Reader, knowing full well Tim lied: 😒 Yeah yeah, sure, I'll take a look when I have the time. Thanks bro
Tim, pausing: ...look at the PowerPoint
Reader, spitefully: I will. Later. When I have the time. Bye, dude
Tim: Look at it now. Look at my page. Look at my name!!!
Reader: LATER, MAN!!!
That night at dinner.
Reader: Thanks for the PowerPoint again!
Tim, gripping the water glass stem: Yeah...?
Reader: Yeah, it was so useful to remember everyone's names and faces
Tim, gripping harder: Right...?
Reader: That's right! So thank you for that...
✨William✨
Tim shatters the glass in his hand. Reader has no regret.
Damian, victim to being the youngest child in the family and having had Bruce call everyone's names including the pets' before finally getting to his, wielding a katana: My name is Damian Al-Ghul Wayne. Carve it into your soul lest I carve it into your flesh
Reader, unfazed: No use carving your name on me, I'd still forget it was supposed to be yours. Write it on your forehead or something instead
Damian: I'm your brother! You're not supposed to forget my name!! I've always remembered yours ever since I learnt about you!!!
Reader, watching Damian look hurt before running away, suddenly feeling bad: Aw, man–
Reader: *looks at Bruce, outwardly polite but inwardly indifferent*
Bruce: *looks at reader, outwardly indifferent but inwardly disturbed*
Reader, having counted to ten: Sooo, is there something you want to talk to me about? Because if not I still have homework and stuff to do–
Bruce: Reader
Reader: ?
Bruce, pained: It has come to my attention... You often forget your brothers' names?
Reader, accidentally slipping: Not just theirs. I regularly forget everyone's names
Bruce: ...even mine?
Reader:
Bruce:
Reader: Uhh, look here. It's–it's not that I mean to be mean, you know? I forget my own friends' names, I forget everyone's. And, really, it's–
Reader: ...I shouldn't even be addressing you by name, you know
Bruce: ...ah
Reader: *absconds before Bruce realizes that reader hasn't called him any variation of dad for years*
Alfred: Young Mx–
Reader, vaguely recalling Alfred's (sur)name as Super British: Hi, London! Bye, London!
Alfred: .
This doesn't have to be yandere Batfam, of course, but if it does? Naturally, it warrants the Batfam keeping reader at home for them to constantly interact with. This way they'll never forget the names of their own family members, right, reader?
(Cue the whole Batfam having to fight in space for a whole month, then coming back to reader having escaped, faked their death, forged a new identity, started a new life elsewhere, and most importantly forgotten the Batfam's names again)













