↪ 01. A job to pay the bills
inspired by acid-ixx and nikovraskol, rizzanon
PREV. PART trigger warnings: medical + emotional neglect, misgendering (reader isn't out and fem-bodied) m.list series m.list
When you got back to the Wayne manor it was bustling with life. ‘Dick and Jason must be here,’ you thought with a hum, quickly walking towards your room. You didn’t want to see any of them, not when it still broke your heart that they never truly loved you. Not when you decided to finally leave.
You just wish you had faked Bruce’s signature on a full emancipation and not just a medical one. Younger you was still desperate to be noticed, but at least not foolish enough to believe that your father would notice the pain you had been feeling. How could he notice that when he didn’t even notice that you cried yourself to bed every night, how could he notice that when he asked you to forgive Jason for shooting you and didn’t even notice how a small piece of you died that day.
“Stop thinking about the past,” you whisper to yourself as you enter your room, locking the door behind you before you open your laptop. To leave you need a job, and the few legal ways of employment could alert Bruce of your plan to move out. And you knew he wouldn’t allow that, it would harm his image as a ditsy but caring playboy father. An image he even tried to play up around you, but he quickly stopped after realising you didn’t believe his act at all. Your mother had briefed you quite thoroughly about your father if you were to ever meet him.
She would have punched him into the next century for treating you like this.
You open the website; gothamworkingforce and cringe instantly. It was quite empty, and for most you needed a college degree, you are a senior, yes. But you didn’t even know what college course you wanted to follow yet. “I suppose a hostess job would be the easiest,” you mumble, clicking on the application tab. “this one at least doesn’t seem shady or illegal… physical health can come when I’m out of here.”
You sent in an application making sure that it had your mother’s maiden name on it, you sure as hell weren’t going to announce you were a Wayne, not when your ‘siblings’ and ‘honorary siblings’ get kidnapped every 5 business days. You were just praying they wouldn’t ask for parental contact information.
A knock brings you out of your thoughts, it was Alfred. “Dinner’s ready, (name),” he announces through the door, making you cringe. You didn’t want to face your family.
“I’m not hungry,” you lie,picking your skin anxiously. You don’t want to see Jason and Damian, you never forgave them for the scars they brought you. But you would never admit that to Alfred, not when he would defend them in a heartbeat. Ask you to find it in your heart to forgive them, when you already forgave so much. His enabling hurts more then your family’s neglect. “I’m going to bed early, I got a big presentation tomorrow.”
Alfred sighs, and you could practically hear his thoughts through the door. “Tomorrow it’s Saturday,” you wince. “but sleep well, dear...”
‘I really need to learn how to lie better.’ you think as you turn back to your laptop as you sigh in relief. At least this time Alfred didn’t try to guilt you to come out and eat dinner with the family anyways. But then you noticed you had an email, you already had a message back from the lounge you sent a resume. Tomorrow you had a job interview... “fuck yeah!”
Excitement rushes through your body as you pick up your laptop in joy. A step closer to getting a job to pay the bills.
After you get that job (you’re a pretty person, you would use your looks to get this job if needed) you can start making a savings plan. You can start planning your escape.
And you are going to enjoy that escape with all your heart.
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