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Rage of a Mother

Reader!mother X Yandere Batfamily X neglected! Y/n daughter

It was only after dying that you realised the world you inhabitated was from an old school Y/n neglected X Batfamily fanfic.

Perhaps it was some Divine intervention or something that despite losing your physical body in the accident, your spirit remained and clung to your daughter.

Your daughter was the protagonist of the Fanfic.

You watched heartbroken, how that man and his family trampled your daughter’s emotions. That man’s eldest made promises he could not keep, lied excessive to the point you could feel anger rise in your chest.

The second brat died due to joker and that man's incompetence. Pathetic

The third one was cold to the point you could feel it sweep under your dead lungs.

The forth brat kept his distance but you knew from your experience that he was hiding something.

The fifth brat was a pickle. There were so many times you had begged every single dirty to somehow get you your physical body back. You wanted to smack the arrogance and idioticy out of him.

That man's daughters were similar in regard to him, keeping their distance and giving your little daughter some hope through kind acts - like giggling and helping with a project once or twice.

But that was it. That was as far as they went.

But that man,Bruce Wayne, that scum of a man whom you had shared one night with, the same one that was your little baby's favorite superhero as a kid, was the one that dimmed her the most.

You could only watch wretching misery as your daughter drew up into a shelll of a person. At eighteen she packed her bag and left.

You remember cheering in your spirit form, grinning happily as she made friends and started to show a little light.

But those bastards had the audacity to call back.

No, more prominently it was none other than Alfred pennyworth, that did this. You knew the man who helped raised so many vigilantes and raised Batman himself couldn't be ordinary.

Oh it made your blood boil.

And now as you watched your daughter hesistaly extend her hand back and let them engross her in words of love and bullshit, you wanted to scream.

Dick - that name was in the literal sense, you half supported his dead parents for being better sports and giving him a name that he represented - locked your daughter in a hug meeting his father's eyes.

You could only watch helplessly as they drugged your daughter out of her mind and made her their little dove. She trusted them, she trusted them! —you were going to murder them.

Clenching your fist, your glared, “ One chance God. I'll give my daughter what she actually deserves.”

Then suddenly a light surrounded you and jerked up from the bed. “ Mommy—?” That little fragile voice made you still. You locked eyes with your daughter, clearly younger.

Eight… ten maybe

You didn't know but—

You put a gentle smile over your face and opened your arms. She cried and hugged your helplessly. You patted her back till she fell asleep.

Looking over at your phone, there were three months left before a DNA test showed Y/n was the billionaire's daughter.

Six till you died.

Looking over at the clock ticking you had made your mind.

Those bastards were going to pay hell.

To be continued... (Maybe???)

A/n : I read too many Chinese novels during studying. Fyi I was bored :-)