My Reference

what a peacefull and helpfull kid, i hope nothing happens to them.

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🌸 From One Mother’s Heart – Please Read 🌸

My name is Saja. I’m a wife, a mother, and a woman who once believed her story would be simple. I thought my days would be filled with watching my daughter grow — from her first smile to her first steps — surrounded by the small joys of everyday life.

But life had other plans.

War has returned to our home. Again. And once again, we find ourselves living under skies that never seem to rest.

There was a moment — a fragile, breathless moment — when the bombs paused and the world seemed to remember us. It gave us hope. We thought maybe, just maybe, we could start to rebuild. But now, we are back in the dark — hiding, holding on, praying.

I’m writing this not as someone seeking pity, but as a mother who has no other choice but to speak.

Imagine holding your baby in the middle of the night, not because she cried, but because the world outside roared too loud for either of you to sleep. Imagine whispering bedtime stories not to lull her into dreams, but to keep the fear from settling into her tiny bones.

This is my life.

This is my daughter’s life.

And even now — especially now — I believe in softness. I believe in kindness. Because when everything else is taken from you, hope becomes the most valuable thing you have.

Why I’m Reaching Out Our home has been damaged. Our lives changed. But through it all, my daughter wakes up every morning with a smile. She reaches for me with trust, with love, with faith that I will keep her safe.

That’s why I keep going.

I’ve launched a campaign to ask for help — not because it’s easy, but because silence is no longer an option. I am asking for support not just for me, but for my baby, and for the quiet strength of so many mothers like me who are fighting, every single day, to hold their families together.

How You Can Help: 🤍 Help us restore parts of our home so we can live with dignity 🤍 Support women and mothers in Gaza with access to care and resources 🤍 Keep the light of hope alive for a generation born in the shadows of war

💛 If you can, please support our journey here:

If you can’t give, please consider sharing. Your voice might be the reason someone else hears ours.

From My Heart to Yours Maybe our lives are worlds apart. Maybe you’ve never lived through war. But if you’ve ever held a child and wished the world could be better for them — then you understand more than you know.

I don’t want my daughter to grow up thinking the world turned away.

Please, if you’ve read this far — thank you. Thank you for seeing us. Thank you for caring. We are still here. Still hoping. Still holding on to every kind act like it’s a lifeline.

With love and endless gratitude

Can you please reblog if your blog is a safe place for lesbian, gay, bisexual, transgender, asexual, aromantic, pansexual, non binary, demisexual or any other kind of queer or questioning people? Because mine is.

🕊️ Please Take a Moment to Read Nadin’s Story

My name is Nadin. I never imagined I would write something like this. I’ve always been someone who kept her worries quiet, someone who believed that even the hardest days could be endured with patience and faith. But right now, I am reaching out — not because I want to, but because I need to.

I am a wife, a mother, and one of many women in Gaza trying to survive days that feel like they have no end. There was a short time — a brief ceasefire — where we thought things might start to heal. Where the sound of war faded for just long enough to let us breathe. But that moment is gone now, and the fear has returned louder than before.

My days are filled with uncertainty, and my nights with prayer. We have lost so much. Our home was damaged, our sense of safety taken from us. But through all of this, I try to keep going. I try to hold on to what little peace I can create with my hands, my words, and my love.

I am not asking for much. Just a little help to keep our lives from falling further apart. To fix the small things — a cracked wall, a leaking roof, the pieces of daily life that help us hold on to dignity.

This campaign isn’t just about survival. It’s about holding on to what makes us human in a place that keeps trying to take that away. It’s about showing my daughter — even though I won’t mention her name here — that the world didn’t forget us.

If you’ve ever felt powerless in the face of suffering, please know that even the smallest gesture can carry great meaning. A kind word. A shared post. A quiet donation. These things remind us that we’re not alone.

I am still here. Still holding on. Still believing that people out there — people like you — still care.

Please, if you feel moved, consider supporting or sharing this campaign.

The Gaster Blaster arm was used to be what?

had an idea for my queen alphys ending take including the cool gaster blaster arm

they built a bunch of weapons to be prepared just in case another aggressive human falls down (most of them are built into hotland), and this was one of them. (alphys can use it too she just cant put it on her arm bc it was fitted for sans)

help Ahmed and his family!

Ahmed Alnabih is a person just like you and me. a person with thoughts, feelings, hopes and dreams, who is suffering a genocide. in a more just world, you wouldnt have to be reminded that. even if you did have to be reminded that, then that is all it would take for you to reblog and donate if you can.

but this isnt a more just world.

Ahmed is a married 33 year old man from a large family, with 3 brothers and 4 sisters. they were ordered to evacuate, only to find out later that their house had been destroyed beyond repair.

now, Ahmed and his family are living on the streets. they rely on your donations for survival. if you cant donate, reblog.

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Hello, just a random thought I had.

So hear me out, Yan batfam x fem kratos-like Mc. So she has the powers of Kratos- none of the tattoos though, has spartan rage that gives her extreme strength that can rival superman and wields the blades of chaos and has the scar burns on her arms from the chains wrapped around her wrists but she hides them with hoodies and bandages. The Batfam doesnt know it's her due to her always hiding her face and knowing how to avoid the security cameras and she acts on her own as a vigilante, but they find out one day due to accidentally seeing her taking off her hoodie when she thought she was alone and see her scars and instantly decide- 'I'mma adopt this angry bitch.'

Fighter

So this has been incredibly interesting to write and I am sorry if I went ahead and changed the idea you had of this story but I hope you still like it!

Also I wrote a quick backstory of Kratos!reader so if there's anything wrong with it I am sorry but I also didn't want to focus on it for too long and focus on the yanderes.

Please do remember that this is a fictional story so the history about Spartans might be wrong in some parts to make it make sense alongside the injustice towards Ares.

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W.C: 8.7k

T.w: illegal cage fighting, blood, death, drug mentioning, hallucination and toxins, use of sedatives, bad panic attack description

You were once a warrior, one of the many warriors that fought for Sparta's honour and for their right to dominate Greece. And you were proud of your city's reputation and power, that's why you joined the spartan army young, at 7 years old, to help your city with their quest for power.

That's why, when some barbarians killed all of the soldiers in your platoon in an ambush, you didn't hesitate to call for Ares, the god of war, to bargain your soul in exchange for enough power to slaughter the barbarians that dared to kill your platoon and make a mock of the Sparta's military power.

You didn't care that you were now a soldier for Ares's army and not a Spartan soldier anymore, you were happy that the god gave you the opportunity to get revenge against the barbarians that dared to mock Sparta's military and allowed you to get revenge for your fallen comrades.

The chains on your arms that manifested once your soul became Ares's property will always be the reminder of the choice you made that you will come to regret, alongside the Blades of Chaos that the god gave you after you finished the slaughter of the barbarians to reward you since you proved to the god that you were worthy of the power he gave you.

And the consequences of the choices you made did come to hit you right on the face one fateful day, when you and the rest of Ares's army were sent to destroy another Greek city in the gods name, one you didn't care to even remember the name of as you just wanted to make the god proud and receive another reward from him like the Blades of Chaos.

Once you got to the city with the army, you started to slaughter every person that was in your path before you came across a temple, a small one dedicated to a small god, and entered it to see if there was someone inside it.

As you entered the temple you saw a small group of people that were praying to the small god, who was the patron of the temple, and after a moment of you counting them in your mind to see how much time it would take you to kill them, you just started killing them with no care of the world, so used to the screams and plead of mercy from the people you were killing that you blocked out the noises.

You were almost done, the last person in the temple was a kneeling priestess in front of you, staring down at her in silence, blood dripping from your blades as she prayed to Achelois.

"I pray to Achelois, Goddess of the comfort and healing to protect me and guide me to the Underworld, to the domain of Hades with no pain," she stopped her prayer to glare at you and added "and I hope you suffer the worst punishment in the Underworld, that you will never rest peacefully in the Elysium".

You just stared at her in silence for a few seconds and just said in a very monotone voice "I really don't care" before cutting her head off her neck in just one swing, watching with a blank look on your face as her head rolled off while her neck started bleeding as her body slumped on the floor.

After killing the priestess, you started to walk out of he temple while avoiding the bodies of the people you killed, your body covered in their blood and to which you paid no mind to. As you reached the exit, you failed to notice an arm on your path and managed to trip on it and, after falling down and quickly getting up, you started to kick the body of whom the arm belonged to in anger and out of embarrassment for the humiliation you just suffered.

Once you were done kicking the man and calmed down, you decided to look at whoever managed to make you trip and humiliate you with their dead body, but what you saw froze you in place as you recognised the dead man's face. You stared in shock as your father, the one you didn't see for years after you sold your soul to Ares, and who was hugging the dead body of your mother.

You knelt down in front of your parents bodies and started crying as you realised that you killed them, gently grabbing both of their hands and shaking them, trying to wake them up like they were sleeping, hoping that it was all just a bad dream and that they would wake up and hug you and make it all ok.

You cried as you knew that they would never wake up again and comfort you like they used to, you killed them and their last moment will always be watching their child killing them with a blank look on your face, with no remorse at all and without even recognising who they were.

As you cried, a priestess that you didn't kill because she was hiding, cursed you by turning your parents bodies in ashes and marked your body with those ashes, so that you will always remember what horrible deed you had done.

Afterwards you decided to take revenge on Ares, who tricked you into killing your family after Athena told you that he sent you to that city on purpose. You even let go of the Blades of Chaos once you found out that Ares tricked you, wanting to show to Athena and yourself that you refused to do anything in the name of the God of War once again. You didn't care of the consequences and whatever punishment that the rest of the Olympus would give you after you killed the actual God of War because you needed to take revenge for your parents and especially yourself.

Thanks to Athena you managed to find the Pandora's Box and the Blade of the Gods and managed to kill Ares in a very long battle that unfortunately ended with the chains on your arms being ripped off your arms, leaving deep wounds that made you scream when he did that but managed to keep fighting and finally kill the God.

Unfortunately the gods weren't so nice when you were brought in front of them in the Olympus and they decided to imprison you for life in a statue of Ares and leave you in the same body so you would never age and the wounds on your arms would never heal to make your suffering go as long as possible.

The worst thing that they did after imprisoning you in the statue of Ares was to put you right in one of the most populated city where they would always worship the god, no matter if they were at war or not, and made you watch as people were worshipping the dead god and remind you every day of your life and your choices while stuck in the statue of the same God that ruined your life and made you kill your parents.

Days passed slowly in that prison, the pain in your arms keeping you grounded for the first few decades, keeping you sane and reminding you of why you did what you did.

But not long after, your sanity slowly started to crack as the echoes of the prayers towards Ares started to chip away into your mind and slowly destroying it without the people even knowing what they were doing.

Your mind was slowly deteriorating and you started seeing things even though you knew they were fake. That they weren't real. But you held onto those things with all your might, needing to talk to someone in this prison, too desperate to have someone close to you after so long of being alone.

You watched as the temple, once full of people and followers, slowly become desolated as centuries passed and admiring as nature slowly took control of the inside and outside of the temple. You would've laughed at the thought of one of Ares's temples being left with no one taking care of it but you hadn't used your voice in so long that you doubted that you could actually laugh.

You could feel vines slowly wrapping around your legs and waist before feeling the moss slowly taking over your body before everything finally turned black as the moss and vines fully covered you after maybe years of work.

After staring at the darkness of your prison covered in nature, you decided to just close your eyes and fall in the arms of Morpheus after centuries of staying awake and listening to the voices of your parents and the god belittling you or infantalizing you whenever you tried to free yourself.

You must've slept for almost four to five centuries, maybe even more, because when you woke up you were surrounded by people talking in a language that you didn't understand and being blinded by some kind of lightning that, at first, made you thought that Zeus was punishing you before realising that it was just a weird machine that the people around your prison were using to see more clearly in the ruins of your temple.

You stared at them as they moved you and all the things in the temple to another, even bigger, temple, a bit confused as to where and especially why they were moving you and putting you in boxes, then leaving you in a weird room where people brushed your prison and cleaned it from all of the moss and vines that you were wrapped in.

Then, if that wasn't enough to confuse you as to how much time passed, your prison got moved to a pedestal, where lots of people stared at you while talking in a weird language that you couldn't understand. The worst part was that they kept using a weird machinery that reminded you of Zeus and his lighting since it left you confused and got weird white spots in your vision for a bit before it went away.

But one day everything changed for you. You were sleeping in the weird temple and got so used to the noises of the people that came to see you that you ignored some noises around you to focus on sleeping as you were exhausted and finally found a way to get your head in a comfortable position.

Unfortunately, you were so deep in your sleep that you failed to notice that someone was moving you and your prison somewhere else and only woke up once you smelled a very familiar stench, something you hoped to never smell or even see again once you opened your eyes to see what was going on around you.

And what you saw confirmed your deepest fear as you saw the bodies of at least three people in front of you, unsure if there were more behind you as you couldn't turn around inside your prison. Their blood covered almost all of the floor around you but, as you focused on the room you were in, it didn't cross a line of candles that probably surrounded you.

Once the shock slowly wore off, you finally noticed that there were voices chanting the same things over and over again in a weird language that you knew wasn't the same language that the people you saw everyday in the weird temple spoke, making you understand that they were doing a sort of ritual.

As you listened to them chanting you started to feel your prison slowly turn hot, like you were being cooked inside of it and at first the heat wasn't bothering you but it slowly started to grow. After not even 2 minutes you felt like screaming, even though you hadn't used your voice for centuries and especially since you knew that no one could hear your voice if you decided to scream.

As the heat grew stronger your pain also did and tears started to go down your cheeks as you begged the Gods, even Athena, to please end your suffering and let you die if that's what they wanted to do with this ritual. But, as you started to give up and let the heat kill you, cracks started to form around your prison and once the last crack formed around your face, your prison finally broke and you fell down on the blood covered floor.

You quickly got up once you realised that you were free and actually feeling the blood on your skin, starting to try and wipe the blood off of your skin while ignoring how the robed people were speaking to you.

In your panic to get the blood off while mumbling apologies you ignored how they went back to chanting, needing to see your skin and not the blood covering it.

Unfortunately, as you kept wiping their chant started to make a blob of blood from the sacrifices rise and once you noticed it, that blob completely covered your head while the robed people continuing to chant. Your screams were being muffles as your hands tried to pull off the blob of blood engulfing your whole head.

As they chanted, the blood slowly entered in your mouth and ears while you tried to stop it as you didn't want to drink the blood of the poor victims that got killed because of you.

Only once all the blood was inside did he chanting stop, making you gasp for air before immediately puking as you could taste the blood on your tongue, the guilt of being the reason those people died growing stronger.

You raised your head when you finally stopped puking and looked at one of the cultist, probably the leader since his robe had more details sewed on the hem and the hoodie. You blinked a few times when he started talking and somehow you could understand him when you were sure that, not even 5 minutes ago, you couldn't understand shit of this era.

Once you finally went past the shock of being able to understand the language you realised that the man was still talking and that you didn't hear anything. You finally started to listen to him and just prayed to Athena that he didn't say anything too important when you weren't listening.

You stared at him as he talked, just watching his lips move as your brain slowly translated what he was saying thanks to the weird ritual they did. "Oh great warrior, we've freed you from your prison so listen to our wishes in exchange!" he demanded, his voice loud so both you and the other cultists in the back could hear.

When your mind finally translated everything he just said, you nodded since you were curious as to why they freed you and to regain some strength as he went back to talking. He reminds you of Hermes with the way he talks and how he acts like he's so important and full of himself.

"We've given you freedom from your prison so freed us from the shackles that our society and those pesky vigilantes keep on enforcing on us!" he proclaimed proudly, looking down at you, obviously expecting you to agree with the way he was moving his body, like he was getting ready to turn around and announce that you agreed.

But unfortunately for him, the time in your prison changed you. Maybe for the best, maybe for the worst but it changed you. You slowly got up and ignored your parents voices telling you to stand down and accept your role as a bringer of freedom, reprimanding you when they realised that you weren't listening to them like before.

You took a step towards the cultist, ignoring how you stepped on a puddle of blood next to the hand of one of the sacrifices, and stared at him in silence before spitting some of the blood you still had in your mouth on his shoe "No."

As he realised what happened and his face went from surprise to anger, you grabbed him by the neck and squeezed, making sure he wouldn't die but he also wouldn't be able to speak without some difficulty.

"Freedom… you kill," you started, your voice hoarse as you had puked and also hadn't talked in a while. You moved some of your hair away from your face to glare directly at him, showing him all the hatred you felt at the moment from his and his cult actions.

You slowly started to squeeze his neck, ignoring his pleas and how he was scratching your wrist to get free and just squeezed until he finally stopped moving.

You turned to look at the rest of the cultists before sighing, knowing it was going to take a while, but you also wanted to give some justice for the victims who died to free you.

You killed the rest of the cultists in under 15 minutes and used their robes to cover the victims bodies.

Afterwards you stole some clothes from a few cultists to dress like the people you saw in the museum, knowing it would be weird if you just wore your spartan clothes.

You left the building and just roamed around for a bit before following some kids to Crime Alley, not knowing where you were going.

As you walked you found some beat up shoes near a dumpster and wore them, noticing how everyone was wearing them and how your sandals were basically holding by a thread.

You kept following the kids without saying anything while ignoring the voices of your parents berating you the whole time.

After a while you did see that the kids had noticed you and were looking behind a few times.

But fortunately they let you follow them and, after some days of you resting near their hideouts without actually going in, they started to accept you and shared some food as they saw you didn't really eat when you followed them.

Plus you also defended them from traffickers trying to kidnap some of the young girls by breaking a mans wrist and knocking another guy unconscious with a punch.

So you were accepted easily.

It was another day of you and the kids hanging out in an abandoned warehouse, with you sitting on a wooden crate and watching the kids playing around with a ball and keeping it bouncing, a small smile on your face as they were playing a game from your childhood in Sparta.

As you watched them play, you ate some bread that they stole for you when they saw that you usually didn't really eat unless given some food so they started giving you a part of their loot whenever they stole or bought something, waiting until you bit into whatever hey gave you before leaving you alone.

Hell, one of kids called Annie once brought you a roll of bandages when she saw your never healing wounds on your wrists and even wrapped it around your wrists when you tried to bite the bandages, thinking it was a weird type of food.

Watching them play and just being kids made you so happy that you vowed to Artemis that you would do anything in your power to protect your kids and let them survive in their own way.

Unfortunately, things didn't really go well for the small gang of kids.

Two kids got caught pick pocketing a big shot in a gang and, because you were following them, you broke the mans arm when he tried to hit one of the kids, wanting to protect your friends.

You also broke his jaw when he threatened to kill those kids and make you watch, refusing to accept his threat and used your strength to shut him up.

Afterwards you ran away with the kids and told them in your best words to go away from this hideout and go somewhere else, maybe the other part of Crime Alley to be safer.

You knew those guys would come for them and you and those kids so if they found you first then it would be better than them finding those kids.

You waited in the abandoned warehouse and scratched on your chain wounds on your arms, annoyed that the gods had made that your wounds would never heal and remain there to bring you pain and to remind you of Ares.

Once the gang arrived you were ready to fight, already assessing the strongest and weakest as they entered the warehouse.

But the leader, a short guy with the worst teeth you've ever seen, started talking while pointing a weird thing towards you.

As your mind translated what he said, you understood that if you didn't do as he said he would kill the kids that you protected.

So you accepted, knowing that he probably had other men that could kill your friends and you wanted to protect them.

And that's how you found yourself in an underground fighting ring, fighting everyday against bigger men and women to make sure your friends would be safe.

The bruises and wounds kept your mind sharp since you would get distracted during the fight and think you were in an actual battlefield and almost killed 3 people, 3 different times because of it.

You always got held back by the end so no one ever died, unfortunately.

It was another day and you were inside that fighting ring once again, your black eye still evident as a guy twice your size punched you in the face so hard that your eye was bloodshot.

Staying in the base where the gang organise fights made you unaware of how much time it's been. Maybe days, or weeks. Or even a month or two. You don't know.

You were standing in front of a guy who was, once again, twice your size and looked like he wanted to kill you, making you roll your eyes when he said something as you knew it was an insult or a threat.

You didn't really care, after the first few people that threatened you, you got used to it and mostly ignored them to just fight.

You needed to fight.

If you didn't fight then those kids would get killed by those gangsters. You needed to protect them.

At least them. You needed to save someone. You needed to prove to yourself and your parents voices that you could save someone and not only be a killer.

Once you heard the bell that signalled the start of the fight you dodged an obvious punch to your face but got hit by another in your stomach.

You could hear screaming, cheers and people booing at either you or your opponent. You didn't care, you needed to win.

You managed to avoid another punch in the face and kicked his leg, quickly dodging by rolling when he didn't kneel down like you planned and instead punched the ground where you were a few seconds ago.

You quickly got up and blocked another punch thrown at you before gasping when he kicked you right in the stomach, making you kneel down while coughing, almost puking some bread you ate two days ago. As you coughed, the guy kicked you right on the head to try and make you faint or give up.

As you tried to ignore your parents voices, you didn't see the guy got down in front of you before looking at him when he said "you should give up, the ring isn't a place for kids."

Unfortunately, what he said combined with your parents voices telling you to give up and let your friends be killed, made you see red since you tired of others telling you to give up, that you weren't made for something, to let someone you were fighting so hard to protect, die.

You looked up at the guy and smiled at him before spitting on his eye, using the distraction to punch him on the face with all your might, ignoring the loud crack of his nose breaking.

As he stumbled backwards while, you got up and kicked him right under the chin before kicking his face with another kick, breathing heavily as he stood there, hoping that he would fall down and not keep standing there, not wanting to keep fighting.

Fortunately, luck was on your side and the guy fell down, making you glad as you could see some black spots in your vision. You slowly got off the ring and walked to one of the corners of the warehouse you were in, needing to get somewhere else to faint and not right in the ring where everyone could see and get to you.

You got on top of some crates and sat down on it before slowly closing your eyes and just hoped that you wouldn't be out for too long as you didn't want to find another gang member on you.

Once you reopened your eyes, you immediately knew something was wrong. Before closing your eyes, the whole warehouse was very loud and filled with people screaming and talking loudly but now, now it was filled with silence. And you knew it was impossible for the gang to have forgotten you there, they found you too valuable and would've never left you at the warehouse.

As you sat up, a hand on your head since it still hurt from the hit from before, you could already see most of the people on the ground. You slowly got off the crates you were on and stayed low, worried that it was another gang who decided to fight the one holding you hostage.

You slowly got to one of the people on the floor and was glad that he wasn't dead and was just knocked out once you saw that he was sleeping and there wasn't any blood on him or around him. As you checked the man, you noticed some canisters around, making you confused as to what they were as you've never seen those before.

You quickly looked up when you heard some gun shooting and quickly laid back down next to the man, using him as a shield as you heard the shooting getting closer.

You stayed down until you heard the leader call for you, his tone meaning that he wanted you to come to him immediately.

You slowly got up and saw the leader holding a man with a red helmet on gunpoint, the men around him either gravely injured or dead on the floor.

As you walked up to him, you could feel helmet guy staring at you before his gaze fell on your bleeding wrist, making you hide your arms behind your back and glare at him.

Once you reached the leader, you stood next to him, wanting to know why he called you since he could just shoot helmet guy. "You see this bastard?" he asked, pointing the gun at helmet man before continuing without waiting for you to answer him, "he's the son of a bitch who decided that busting in my base when I planned another fight for you so," he stopped to grab you by the hair and push you towards him.

"You shall fight this bastard and if you don't kill him then you know what happens."

With a soft sigh you walked towards the man, feeling sorry for him but you also wouldn't hold back your punches.

The least you could do for him is kill him quickly so he wouldn't suffer too much.

But, as you went to punch him, you suddenly felt yourself with no more ground under your feet and fell to the side, hitting your head to the ground hard.

You hissed once the pain registered and immediately glared at the man with the helmet, knowing he did it since he was the only one near you. Plus, you could feel him smirking under his dumb helmet, making you want to take it off of him to use it to bash his head open.

You quickly got up and tackled him to the ground, using the moment of surprise to repeatedly punch his head to the ground, hoping it would do something since you couldn't really hit any vital points, feeling some sort of armour under his clothes when you tackled him.

Unfortunately he recovered quickly and punched you on the side to push you off, making you more angry as you didn't like how much stronger he was compared to you.

You were a goddamn spartan warrior who fought for the God of War! You wouldn't let yourself be defeated by some man wearing some armour.

You got up and went to punch him but got blocked when he punched you to the stomach, hard, making you double over in pain and puke the small contents in your stomach to the floor next to him. You secretly hoped some of it got on his pants.

As you tried to regain your breath and punch him, he looked down at you and just said "your friends are safe, they sent me" before punching you and letting you fall on the ground, your vision starting to blur.

The last thing you heard was the familiar sound of a gunshot before you finally closed your eyes and let the darkness surround you.

You woke up on a bed.

The last thing you remembered was hearing helmet man saying that your friends were safe, making you happy and relieved.

But the happiness was short lived once your brain decided to remind you of your, almost surely, broken nose and concussed head. Plus, now that you fully slept, you could feel your chest hurting, probably from a few cracked ribs after all those punched you would get in your chest and sides.

You groaned loudly at the pain, mentally cursing helmet man and the, hopefully dead, gang leader for making you fight all those dicks that wanted to fight a freaking teenager.

You slowly sat up when you heard a door open and stared at helmet man, even though he wasn't wearing a helmet this time. He was wearing a weird mask that covered his eyes now.

But you knew he was helmet man, the way he stood and just his presence made you understand he was the man you fought.

If you could call it a fight.

You glared at him from the bed as he walked up to you and set a bowl of soup on the nightstand next to you.

"Figured you might be hungry, eat up kid"

You just kept glaring at him and mumbled "ἀνασεισίφαλλος" before slowly grabbing the bowl to eat it.

As you ate, you ignored his obvious staring, only looking at him once you finished the soup to hand him the bowl.

"Another, good"

You probably finished his whole pot of soup since you just kept asking for more, too hungry to care about him.

Plus the soup was good.

Afterwards he sat down on a chair next to your bed and just stared at you before asking.

"So, who are you kid?"

Making you look at him confused, not understanding why he asked you that since you assumed your friends must've told him who you were.

Nevertheless you answered with a solid "me".

The two of you kept staring at each other, helmet guy now renominated mask guy staring at you like he was waiting for you to say something else while you went back to thinking on the soup and how you wanted some more.

Finally, after almost a minute of you and mask guy staring at each other, he finally caved by letting out a sigh and asked with an annoyed tone in his voice "your name kid, what's your name", making you nod seriously before looking back at him in silence.

In all the years being stuck in your prison, you had forgotten your name. Even your parents voices were silent as you tried to remember it because they were just a creation of your mind to keep you sane. If you could say that you were sane.

Mask guy looked at you in shock when you clearly showed that you didn't remember your own name before letting out another sigh, looking angrier than before as you saw his fist clutch tighter, like he was ready to punch you.

To be sure, you got ready to get hit, not wanting to be thrown in the streets again. Plus, if you did get punched and didn't let it show that you got hurt, he might give you more food. Some guys in the old gang you were in gave you some bread or even a cold hot dog.

You looked up when you didn't get punched, a bit annoyed since you were hoping for some soup or some stale bread. You would do anything for more of that soup.

Mask guy did look tired when you looked at him, at least that's what you guessed since you couldn't really understand body language even though you spent centuries watching people.

You froze when he suddenly let out a huge sigh and got ready to whatever he was going to do, too used to the gang leader (to which you never learned his name as everyone called him boss) suddenly sighing and hitting you for things you never understood as he never explained why he hit you or what you did wrong.

Fortunately for you, he just wiped his face with a hand and slowly got up and grabbed the chair, making sure to show with his body language that he was just going to walk out the room when he saw you looking at his hands and at how he was holding the chair.

You waited until he was fully out the door and let go of the chair to relax and slowly lay back down, groaning softly at the pain from all over your body.

As you laid down while trying to not make your injuries worse and hurting your body, you failed to notice how mask guy was staring at you from the door.

Once your head hit the pillow, you immediately fell asleep, your body too sore and in pain to make you stay awake and vigilant since you didn't know who Mask guy was.

Maybe that's why you failed to see how mask guy and his family, who you will meet soon enough, obsession towards you was growing.

Weeks passed as you and mask guy, now named Jason after he heard you call him that for asking for some more food, grew close. You did freeze whenever he raised his hand over his chest, thinking he might hit you for anything you did and he doesn't fully trust you since he still wear the mask around you.

Sometimes you would get a distant look in your eyes when you would be alone, which happens during the night when Jason leaves for patrol. But you usually returned to normal when he came back and patted the space next to you to not spook you or get punched, which happened too many times before he learned to not touch you when you're standing still and didn't react when he comes through the door, before sending you to bed as he learned that you would wait until he was home before falling asleep.

He did see that you could stay awake for days until he said something about it and your head hit a pillow, then you would get knocked out for hours or until Jason made a sudden noise, which wakes you up.

But, during the day and around Jason you acted normal, at least as normal as you could be for someone who doesn't know anything about the 21 century. With him, you learned to clean up after yourself and cook the simplest meals like box mac and cheese or (add whatever simple meal you think of).

He did have to explain to you that you can't always eat soup, when you learned to cook it, as it wasn't a very nutritious meal that you can eat everyday. He also had to set a chart on the fridge to make you see when you were supposed to eat when he saw that sometimes, if he wasn't home all the time, you would forget to eat.

You once went a whole week without eating and mostly drinking water (you learned that it was safe after Jason saw that you didn't drink it and learned that you thought it wasn't safe to drink) after he left for a week long mission with the Outlaws. He came back to you looking horrible and had to control whatever you ate for another week before trusting you enough to leave you alone at home when he would go out for patrol at night or just going out for groceries or other things during the day.

He also learned to leave fruits, small packets of snacks or yogurt pouches in the fridge for you to eat during the day while he was out so you wouldn't go hungry until it was time for lunch/dinner.

He did teach you on how to use the TV but he also set a timer as he once caught you watching the TV all day when he had to help the Bats after a big Arkham breakout. But he was glad that you grew to prefer reading books like him after he brought home a box of books that Roy and Kori brought him as a late birthday gift.

You did prefer fantasy books instead of classical literature, mostly because you couldn't understand or appreciate the old English those authors used. Plus, fantasy appealed to you more when there were only battles with almost no romance in it. Jason once found one of your books lying around and it was filled with parts underlined with a pencil whenever there was a battle you liked.

He laughed when he found actual scores at the end of every battle, you actually gave each battle a score and would put a smiley face or a frowny face if you liked or didn't like the battle. Jason guessed that if you were able to write then you would probably write pointers on how the characters should've fought and what they did wrong.

And as you and Jason grew closer, you slowly failed to notice all the things that were starting to change with him.

You woke up one day to him not wearing his mask while making himself some breakfast, making you confused at first before shrugging and grabbing a yogurt pouch from the fridge to drink while continuing to read a book he bought you a few days ago.

You started to see him more often around the apartment, bringing new things in the apartment every time he would go out for one of his grocery runs. He once came home to two bags filled with clothes for you, making you confused as to why you needed new clothes when the ones you had were just fine even though you were just wearing a shirt and some pants that Jason gave you that were too big on you.

He also started to teach you how to write and would do simple things to take care of you during the day like leaving a plate of your favourite fruits cut in pieces next to you when you were reading or doing some writing exercises.

You never noticed how he would always watch you. How he would study you, on how you acted and the way you moved. Like you were a puzzle he wanted to understand but he didn't have all the pieces of it.

The turning point of his obsession happened when he came home one night, his mind raging him to destroy everything and everyone that was on his path. To kill whoever tried to stop him.

He was trying so hard to go to his room and lock himself there but stopped when he saw you stirring something in a pot on the stove, sipping on a yogurt pouch and listening to the TV playing the mini-series adaptation of Pride and Prejudice on the background.

The sight of you standing there, doing your own thing when he would usually find you on the couch frozen, so still that he sometimes wondered if you were actually breathing as he couldn't see you chest rising. The fact that you felt so safe and relaxed in one of his safe houses, that you would do your own things and not care about his reaction when he would eventually come back.

And when you turned around to look at him, that's when he knew that he could never let you go. You smiled at him even when you saw that his eyes were green instead of his usual blue. You looked at him like he was him and not a monster that even his family was wary of.

You looked at him with no fear in your eyes and said in the most casual tone he ever heard you speak "want some soup? Better eaten together", and he felt all the anger in his body cool down, like it was never there before. And he accepted and ate some soup with you on the couch while watching the Pride and Prejudice series with you.

And everything just felt right at that moment, and he wished that every day would be like this, just you and him eating together in the comfortable silence you unknowingly created.

Unfortunately, everything went down south in just a day that not even Jason could prepare for.

You had been called by Jason via a phone he gave you (something that you usually used to take photos of random things you would see during the day) as he wanted you to come to a restaurant to meet some people.

Unfortunately, you would never make it to the restaurant.

As you followed the GPS map to the restaurant, Scarecrow decided to attack the part of the city you were walking in, using his new fear gas to cause chaos and destruction.

Once you breathed the fear gas, you could see yourself standing in a barren land. You looked around and could see Ares (Scarecrow) standing tall on a hill (on top of a truck) while laughing mockingly at you.

You looked down at yourself and saw that you weren't wearing your normal clothes that Jason threw at you after waking you up and instead you were wearing your warrior garb, the same one in which you fought Ares.

The wounds on your wrists were fully open, just like when the god had pulled the chains off your wrists and were actively bleeding, blood dripping on the ground and slowly forming a puddle on the ground.

You looked back up when you heard Ares's laugh once again and just knew that if he was alive, then you would have to kill him once again.

You did it once. You can do it once more even if you didn't have the Blades of the Gods.

Once you saw that he had some soldiers around, you looked around and saw a pipe lying around, probably from a few explosions you heard going around. You picked it up and swung it around a bit to feel it before running towards the soldiers around Ares, attacking the one most far away from the others.

Once you knocked him out, you swiftly attacked the rest, a bit confused as to why Ares didn't do anything immediately and especially why he didn't even notice his soldiers getting beaten immediately.

You were also disappointed that his soldiers, the one you know he trained himself since he was the one who trained you, and you knew that all his soldiers weren't this weak and dumb. But maybe your memory was playing jokes to you.

Once all the soldiers were knocked out, you got on top of the hill (truck) with a bit of difficulty and stood right in front of him, ready to go on another battle against the god who ruined your life.

You stared at him and dodged his attack towards your head with a pitchfork, making you a bit confused as to why Ares would use such a weapon, before attacking him by hitting his side with the pipe and then on the head when he lowered his head a bit from your first hit.

Afterwards, you kicked him off the hill and jumped down afterwards, discarding the pipe to kick him on the stomach to keep him down. You got down to your knees and started to punch him on the face over and over again, tears pooling in your eyes as all the anger and resentment you felt towards Ares started to resurface.

You had to be pulled away from Ares and felt something prick your neck, making you fight whoever was holding you before feeling yourself growing weaker very fast.

The last thing you saw was the blurry sight of a red helmet, making you let out a weak "Jason..?" before everything went dark.

You woke up in the dark, your body once again sore from your fight against the fake Ares. You groaned when you tried to move your body, letting out a small "μὰ τὴν Ἀθηνᾶν" as you could feel the soreness in your muscles after fighting people when you didn't warm up beforehand.

But, as you tried to move, you realised that you couldn't. You could feel your limbs being held down on something hard and cold, making you panic at the thought of you being back in your prison, especially since you couldn't see where or what was happening around you.

You started to hyperventilate at the thought of being back in that prison, alone in the dark without being allowed to move and stuck on just listening to your thoughts and your parents voices.

In your panic, you didn't notice many eyes staring at you from the dark as you kept panicking. One of the many eyes pushed a button and you slowly felt weak before falling asleep.

The eyes kept watching you until your heartbeat went back to normal before moving to a big screen in the middle of the cave.

A figure was already there, it sat in front of the screen and replaying the short fight you had against Scarecrow before pausing it when you hit the Halloween man on the head with a pile, your face clearly shown in front of the whole screen.

The figure then turned around to look at the rest of the other figures before finally turning the lights on, revealing an annoyed Barbara Gordon and the rest of the Bat vigilantes all in the Batcave.

"Let me get this straight, you found that kid working in an underground fighting ring that looked exactly like the kid we saw being freed from a statue by a cult, which was found dead when we got there, thanks to video surveillance and instead of calling any of us or maybe Diana," she stopped to take a big breath while raising her glasses with one hand and rubbing both of her eyes with the other in frustration before looking back at Jason, who was standing in front of her and didn't look guilty or ashamed of what he did.

"You decided to take care of them when it was clear who they were even though they killed 8 people" she finished angrily, looking at Bruce and Dick to get them to say something to Jason.

Jason just looked at her in silence, letting her speak and reprimand him as he knew she would get angrier if he stopped her mid rant "they're just a kid, I could see them being scared when they were forced to fight me since they thought those bastards had some kids as hostages," he explained, both hands in his leather jacket pockets to hide how hard he was clenching them, ready to attack anyone of his family if they tried to send his little sibling to Arkham or somewhere else.

"They didn't even remember their own name when I asked them, took them a week to remember it and even then," he stopped to take a deep breath, the scene playing in his head, "even after telling me their name, they looked so insecure, like they weren't sure if that was their real name".

He turned his head back to look at where you were sleeping, a small smile forming on his face before quickly returning to a frown when he looked at Bruce "they're a kid that never learned to be a kid, you can't expect them to know what's right and wrong when they were stuck in a statue! So don't you fucking dare do anything to them" and walked to where you were, taking off the restraints that held you down on the bed.

He gently picked you up and went towards the elevator, stopping to look back at the Bats to say "but if you want to learn about them, then just come to my room, they're different than what you believe they are" before stepping into the elevator and getting upstairs.

He brought you to his room and gently laid you down in his bed, knowing you would panic if you woke up again in a dark room while being restrained. He turned around to see his family at the door and smiled, happy that they listened to him and trusted him.

You woke up on a bed once again but it was soft this time, It wasn't hard and after a few seconds you realised that you weren't restrained.

You slowly sat up and looked around, curious as to where you were since you spent most of your time in Jason's apartment and never really went outside the city.

As you looked around, someone walked inside the room and waited until you turned to look at him to say something.

"You're awake, good. Are you hungry?"

You looked at him confused, not knowing who he was before noticing that he was holding a plate of soup, making you quickly nod as you wanted to eat that.

You grabbed the food when the man offered you the plate and started to eat eagerly, immediately knowing that the soup was made by Jason as you recognised the ingredients and the way it was cooked.

As you ate, you looked at the man standing next to the bed, curious as to why he was still there and why he was smiling while watching you eat.

You gave him the empty plate when you were done and asked, "Jason?", wanting to know where the man was as you felt safest with him and wanted to be with him, assuming the man knew Jason since he brought you a plate of soup that only Jason could make.

The man smiled once again, making you feel a bit creeped out at how much he was smiling to you as you never met someone so happy.

"Oh, he's downstairs with the others. Want to go to him?"

You nodded at it and slowly got up, holding back a groan at the pain you felt from how sore you felt before following the man, watching him the whole time as you needed to see if he was trustworthy and ready to attack him if he was going to attack you.

Once you got downstairs and walked inside a room, which reminded you of the living room of the mansion of Mr Darcy. But that thought quickly faded in the back once you saw Jason sitting between two men you didn't know.

But you didn't care and ran up to him, hugging him when he got up, happy that he was here and calm, which meant that the people in the room are safe and not a threat.

As you hugged, you didn't see the way Jason looked at you and how the rest of the family were looking at you and Jason, failing to see the upcoming threat that the family would soon to come towards the two of you.

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i just fucked up 3 good painting with line art... im at my limit.

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İ did a lazy sketch of them :D i liked this personaly even though i gave them pj look shirt :)

completely fine if you can’t do this but I’m curious if you could do something with platonic yan batfam finding out teen reader smokes. Not hard core drugs or anything, just cigarettes (still bad I know), and maybe even drinks alcohol.

in their own words it “makes it so they can stop thinking”

Again completely fine if you can’t!! Also love your work ♥️

The ask is based before the events of part 4

beta reader: @duck-you

WC: 4.4k

Dividers made by @saradika-graphics @cafekitsune

Age of reader: 16-17 (the age of reader in the main serie is your choice, I don't think I ever made the age clear but for this ask reader is almost 18)

Tw: mentions of alcohol and cigarettes, underage drinking and reckless behaviour from intoxication, Joker, fighting under the influence, wrongful imprisonment, Black Mask and his uglyness

You first started smoking when you were at the end of middle school and started high school, your friends kept pressuring you into it since all the cool kids were smoking and you didn't want to lose them.

You did stop a few times but they kept gas lighting you into starting smoking once again and after you started to roam Gotham as Spider it became an habit that helped you do something whenever the night was dead or you were just bored.

You also made sure to not smoke before going back to the Manor since you knew Alfred would know and you didn't want to let him know and disappoint the older man, seeing him as a father figure instead of Bruce since he was the one who actually took time out of his day to pay attention to you whenever you told him in advance.

The drinking didn't start until you turned 17 and your friends managed to drag you to a party after a lot of begging and accusing you of not caring about them.

You still remember the night where you got drunk for the first time, the beat of the music making you unable to talk to anyone without yelling and how everyone kept pushing drinks in your hand and cheer whenever you drank it all.

The taste of whatever drink you just drank always made you make a disgusted face before smiling happily as you started to relax and have fun with your friends, even singing karaoke after someone pushed a microphone in your hands and told you to follow the words that were being displayed on a TV.

Honestly that night was one of the best you ever had because you weren't Spider, you weren't the forgotten child of Bruce Wayne and you weren't the straight A's student that people looked down upon because of how silent and antisocial you were. You were [Y/N], the one who beat 5 guys at arm wrestling, the friend who was dancing like crazy and how you just lost your virginity (the alcohol one, not the actual virginity).

You didn't really enjoy drinking, especially whenever you drank too much after a party and ended up with the worst hangover ever thanks to your powers, but it was a nice thing to do to de-stress after a long night or to just become free for a night with your friends.

One night you were still on patrol but had a long night because you had to stop many gang fights and even got shot on the leg, which you bandaged up but it was hurting and annoying you so you ended up drinking the entire bottle of vodka you had in your schoolbag, where you forgot to take out the bottle a friend put inside after you told them that you never drank it since you never had the opportunity to do so.

And you were a bit of a lightweight since you didn't start for too long and somehow you found yourself wandering around Gotham, drunk out of your mind and unaware of your surroundings. Yes people were taking videos of a drunk vigilante walking on the walls and street but didn't do much, especially when they saw a familiar clown approaching.

When Joker finally walked up to you with his usual smile, happy that he saw you since he could just use you after he noticed how Batman was attached to you, plus you looked incredibly drunk and you were stumbling around the empty street, still wearing your mask that was just rolled up enough that he could see your mouth, slightly open so he thought it would be easy to kidnap you by just using a crowbar.

Immediately, when you felt his hand touch your shoulder and his annoying laugh, you grabbed his hand and just slammed him into the ground with a judo flip, that you saw Damian do when you were watching him train alongside the others.

Your drunken mind didn't clock in that the person who touched you was the feared clown of Gotham, you just kept hitting his body with the crowbar that he had in hand after you took it off his hands after he tried to hit you with it when he had the chance to attack.

But you didn't let him, somehow your mind and body when under the influence were a better fighter than you actually thought, you weren't using your superstrenght most of the time and only if he actually posed as a threat when he tried to attack you once again.

During the fight your mask was taken by that clown, who probably got even angrier when he saw that you were just a kid and that looked like you were gonna fall asleep in any moment, which was why he even managed to hit you on the face. Unfortunately for him, his hit made you remember when Jason hit you and somehow awakened an anger and you just started to hit that man like there was no tomorrow.

Somehow, during the drunken fight between you and Joker that people were recording, you didn't notice three masked figures on a rooftop who were watching you fight that clown and were discussing when to butt in.

Dick was watching with glee as you hit the clown while also waiting for Oracle to tell him who Spider was once Joker took off your mask, amazed as he watched your fight.

He did feel anger whenever Joker managed to get a hit on you with his fists and had to be held back by Jason and Damian, since they both wanted to see you win and see you fight in real life instead of watching from the cameras, which didn't show all of the fights most of the time.

As he watched he did that you moved a bit weird, like you were under the influence and that made him panic because what if Joker actually tried to drug you? What if someone tried to kidnap you and he wasn't there to save you?!

Jason was also watching in glee when he saw you hit the Walmart clown with a crowbar, cheering whenever you hit him in the face with that crowbar. He would also yell out scores when you did that, not caring that people were filming him.

He did notice how sluggish you were when you moved and was also ready to jump down to help you, not wanting you to get badly hurt by that clown even though he knew that you could defend yourself.

Damian was watching and making small comments about your posture as you fought before noticing how many moves were incredibly similar to downright the same moves he did as he fought with random criminals, making his heart soar with respect and felt incredibly honoured that you were copying him. He knew that he was gonna show the footage to the others to show how much Spider was like him and how he's obviously the favourite since they're copying him.

He did found your face very familiar, like he met you once but he couldn't find any memory of you in his mind, making him frustrated and angry since he's supposed to be the heir of Wayne Enterprises, his memory shouldn't get worse so soon.

When you felt a hand on your shoulder and another grabbing the hand that was hitting the now dead Joker, you turned around and just kicked that person away with all your strength to a nearby dumpster and just prepared yourself for another fight.

You honestly couldn't really see who was close to you thanks to Joker punching you right in the face and making your eyesight a bit blurry that you honestly couldn't see who was approaching and just thought it was another guy or more trying to kidnap you, so you kept fighting by using your spider senses to find them.

It took Dick, a laughing Jason and an annoyed but amazed Damian to manage to stop you, leaving all of them with bruises and many injuries since you didn't hold your strength back. The indented dumpster after you kicked Damian when he tried to grab you and the hole in a wall after you missed punching Jason and got stuck in the wall was proof of it.

The last thing you remembered before falling asleep after getting a small injection in your neck was Jason's laugh even though he sounded like someone kicked him in the chest and Damian's exasperated voice as he talked with Dick and how they shouldn't let you near anything alcoholic anymore.

You woke up the next day in your room, the headache from the hangover making you groan in pain, especially after feeling how sore your body was even though you couldn't remember anything from last night, before managing to get up without feeling like puking or falling, cursing yourself and making a mental note to never drink during patrol.

You slowly walked to the door, cursing your hangover since it felt like your door was farther away from you since you though you were in your usual room and not in another that looked exactly the same but you didn't really pay much attention to it since your head was killing you as you tried to think of anything.

You finally reached the door and opened it, immediately facing a surprised Bruce, making you confused and annoyed since you already felt like shit and seeing your father that never stepped up as a father to you made your headache worse.

You and the man stared at each other for a few seconds that felt like hours before you pushed him away and walked to where you thought the bathroom was, knowing that you needed to have a shower and probably puke your mind out.

When you finally walked out of the bathroom with a less painful headache after drinking some water from the sink and while you were showering, knowing it was safe since the Manor filtered the water, but the short-time happiness from the long shower was immediately ruined by Dick's loud voice as he talked about something you weren't paying attention to and him dragging you to the dining room where everyone was waiting for you, your headache coming back strong to even making you try and get away from his arms.

You groaned when he basically dropped you on the carpeted floor of the dining room, to which everyone's eyes were on you as you slowly got up and made your way to a random chair far away from everyone else, a bit weirded out since you actually never sat on a chair on the actual table. Hell, you probably never even stepped foot in the room in all the years you lived there.

You mumbled a thanks to Alfred when he set a bowl of soup in front of you and a few pills on a tissue next to your glass of water, to which you assumed it was for your headache and hangover.

You started to eat the soup without saying anything to anyone else at the table before looking up when you heard Bruce's voice saying your nome, ignoring how hesitant his voice was when he actually said your name, like it was the first time he ever actually pronounced your name out loud.

You stared at the older man who was supposed to be your father, hissing a little when the lights from the chandelier hits your eyes, too used to your poorly lit room and of the gloomy weather of Gotham that never lets any sun in so bright lights hurt your eyes.

"[Y/N], hun, I know you drank last night. And I am sure you know that drinking is bad for you, especially when you are underage. You could've hurt yourself and the people around you, which you did last night!" he said, his voice raising at the end before pointing at Dick, Jason and Damian, who you just noticed all had some bruises and looked uncomfortable while sitting on the chair.

Honestly, you didn't even feel bad. The only thing you felt bad about was not being able to remember anything about it. You hoped that someone took a video of it, god you hoped so hard.

As you thought of finding that video you suddenly noticed that Bruce was still talking, probably going on about the dangers of alcohol and what it could do to someone's liver after prolonged drinking, making you annoyed since he cares now? After years of ignoring your existence?

So you did what he did once when you were little, you just got up and left without a word to your room, not caring about anything he was saying. You didn't even know where you were going in the Mansion,thanks to how big it is and how you stuck to your room instead of exploring and ended up inside a small bedroom that looked like no one entered it for years thanks to the all the dust inside of it.

You opened the windows to let some air inside and found a few diaries as you snooped around before finding the holy grail of things you could find in anyone's room: an unopened bottle of rum in a hidden drawer that you might have broken while trying to open it because you were curious.

You were now loving whoever lived here and put the rum away in a pocket before walking out the room by the window so you could reach a bag you left on the rooftop that held a copy of your costume. Why did you had a bag there on the first place?

That was simple. You once forgot it while you were drinking on the rooftop when you had a horrible day and just forgot it there when you stumbled in your room by walking on the walls. And yes, the conversation you had with Alfred to ask him about having some money to buy all the stuff you needed to re-make the suit and re-create the voice modulator was very uncomfortable, especially when you knew you couldn't afford all of the stuff you needed even though you had a job.

And yes, you didn't have an allowance because Bruce never thought of giving you money and you had to take a job to just survive and not always ask for Alfred for money when you needed something for school or for dance practice.

As you reached the bad tied to an unused chimney, a small frown formed on your face when you saw the old design of your vigilante suit but still changed before putting the web shooters on your wrists, your bag already on your shoulders and the rum safely stashed in it and wrapped around your clothes to make sure it won't accidentally break while you were swinging around Gotham.

Once you got on a random rooftop of an abandoned building, which you made sure wasn't a rogue or a gang hideout before settling on it so you could finally drink the bottle you stole. You were close to one of the mafia's territory in Crime Alley but you didn't care which one it was, you only wanted to drink.

As you finally started to drink, your tongue tasting a hint of nutmeg and weirdly cinnamon with each sip you took, you slowly started to relax as the alcohol did its job, each sip making your head feel less heavy, like it was getting pumped full of helium and slowly making your forget about the pain your body was in.

God, you never wanted to stop, just four sips in and you were already past the tipsy part and you felt so free that anything you saw in the starless, polluted night of Gotham made you laugh like crazy. You finally felt like you belonged when you drank and that all the hatred, anger and the deep resentment you felt towards the Bats was calm, like a warm heavy blanket was put on those emotions.

As the night progressed, the bottle now half empty and your mind completely fuzzy, you started to hear noises and grunts of pain from one of the alleys near your spot, making you curious to see who it was and especially what was happening that would ruin your drinking night.

You slowly got up, your limbs feeling like jelly as you moved to walk on the side of the building, slipping a little as you stumbled around. After a bit you finally managed to get to the right alley when you realised you were on the wrong side of the building, and as you walked over you luckily avoided a frantic Nightwing grappling to a building.

You watched in silence when you finally got to the right alley and saw Black Mask, one of the criminals you knew his own goons feared because he could kill them if they did anything wrong in his eyes. You couldn't count the times you saw bodies in alleys when you were patrolling, their bodies covered in bruises and most of the time they were beat up beyond recognition that always made you sick.

But, unfortunately for you, your drunken mind decided to say something since you found his mask boring and weird. Like, compared to Jason's mask, his just looked boring and not really original. And you knew he was dangerous but noo, let's anger the mafia boss who kills with no mercy.

"He-Hey! You look ri"- you took a few sips of the rum - "uhh, oh yea! Ridiculous! Why that? No red, thought of being compared to Red Skull?" you started before your drunken mind just decided to go on a whole rant about his choices of brand and what he does with his goons.

As you were ranting about his ugliness and name choice, your spider senses made you dodge an incoming bullet shot at you but unfortunately Black Mask managed to hit your sacred bottle that still had most of its contents in it and you just watched with tears in your eyes as the alcohol ran out of your bottle to the ground.

The anger that surged in you after your drunken mind realised that he wasted your precious rum made you so angry that you didn't care who Black Mask is and threw the broken glass bottle at him and used his small distraction to web his chest and launch yourself at him, using all your strenght to punch his ugly masked face.

Using the moment and how distracted the man was, thanks to your punch, you kept hitting the man with all your strenght. Sadly, this moment of you overpowering the insult for eyes as a man as the man manages to catch one of your punches that was aiming for his stomach and pulled you forward to knee you on the chest, making you gasp for air and cough and almost made you puke but you anaged to keep it down.

Sadly, the bastard with no imagination for names started to hit you on the back of the head, making your vision blurred for a few seconds before your vision went back to normal thanks to your fast healing. You managed to avoid another one of his hits and quickly jumped on the wall and webbed him on the chest, pulling him forward and jumping on him, kicking him on the jaw.

You stared at the sad excuse of a original rogue as it stayed on the ground and slowly raised your hands like you won before grabbing the broken bottle of rum and walked on a wall, waiting as you watched the thing who you refused to acknowledge as a man get up and wobble around while the two goons he was hitting before already ran away.

Once it got up, obviously confused when you watched him look around and you waited until he got closer and hit him on the head with the bottle as a revenge for the wasted precious alcohol and then you quickly kicked him on the back to keep him down since you knew he was good at hand and hand combat and you knew that you couldn't win if he was lucid so you were lucky that you gave him a concussion with a lucky move.

You kept hitting the man-thing with the bottle with no care in the world, the blood splattering on the walls and the dumpster near you two, your smile the only thing he could see as you just kept hitting him, the bottle getting thrown away when it was completely broken from hitting his mask so you went back to using your hands, smashing his mask onto his scarred face, the alcohol in your body making you ignore how the shards of the mask were also getting embedded in your hands as you kept punching his face.

You stopped when your spider senses alerted you of danger and got ready to fight whoever it was that before getting hit with something and falling asleep, the last thing you managed to say before falling asleep was "fuck yall".

You woke up once again with weird cuffs on your wrists, but fortunately you weren't chained to the bed. You slowly got up from the bed and noiced two things: your hands were bandaged, making you confused as to what happened last night after you drank and both windows in the room had bars on it.

You managed to get up from the bed and walked to the door, your vision being a bit blurred as you looked around the room. You first walked to the window to see the bars and noticed how the bars were so close together and had such a small space between that even your finger couldn't pass through.

You then walked to the door and went to grab the doorknob but almost fell to the ground as you noticed too late that the doorknob was missing from the door. You quickly recovered and looked angrily at the door, punching it with all your strenght before realising that the cuffs were blocking your super-strenght when you felt an immense pain in your hand after you punched it and the door didn't fall down like you planned to.

You slowly retracted your hand from the door and started to pound the door with the other hand, yelling for Bruce and whoever lived in the fucking Manor, too angry and scared to care about the pain as your hand kept touching the door.

As you pounded on the door, you hoped that Alfred would come to save you from this room and explain why the hell you were stuck in a room with no way out, feeling trapped as minutes went by and no one came to explain what was happening and why you were trapped in that room.

You let out a huge sigh of relief when you heard footsteps coming your way and finally stopped pounding on the door, only now noticing the prints of blood on the door from your hand that was now bleeding profusely, making you almost cry as even slightly moving a finger brought you immense pain.

You looked up when you heard the door open and stared at Bruce and Alfred, who was holding a first aid kit, and moved to the side to let them enter, not wanting to fight until you knew why you were here.

You sat on a chair, who you now noticed was plastic, and let Alfred change the bandages on your hands while you stared at Bruce, waiting for an explanation before getting frustrated when he didn't say anything and just stared at you.

"What happened to me? Why are my hands bandaged?" you asked, staring directly at Bruce to hear his explanation, not remembering anything after you drank.

The man who you were told to call father just stared at you with a grim expression on his face "two days ago, after you snuck ou-" to which you interrupted him "I didn't sneak out, using those words would mean that you cared that I actually lived here and what these last 17 years showed me was that you don't care. Don't act like you do now".

You watched as the man acted like it didn't affect him but you knew that it did. You knew Bruce Wayne and he loves kids, you saw how he acted with Damian when he got hurt during patrol and how Jason once came home bleeding. You saw the man who you thought was heartless and didn't care about anyone cradle Jason's body as he carried him to the batcave, his face showing so many emotions that you never saw before.

You stayed silent as you watched him, giving an ok to Alfred when he asked if the bandages were too tight, still waiting for him to explain before sighing loudly when he just stared back at you.

"I went out to drink so what? Did I fight a gang member and somehow got so hurt that my hands need help healing?" you joked, wiggling your fingers to show your bandaged hands like it was something to be proud of.

To which Bruce seemed to get extremely mad about it "no, you decided to fight Black Mask after insulting him and ended up killing him. Damian and Cass had to sedate you as they thought you were a danger to yourself and to the civilians.".

After that you just stared at him before looking down at your own hands and looked at your knuckles who were staining your bandages since they were still bleeding. "So what? I didn't hurt someone innocent so why am I in a room with bars and no way out?" you asked angrily, not caring that you killed someone since you never viewed Black Mask as a person after everything you've seen him and his men do.

The man stared back at you "and this is exactly why you won't be let out until I know that you aren't a danger to the public" he said coldly and walked out with Alfred while you just stood there in shock.

You quickly ran to the door and started banging on it "NO NO NO! YOU CAN'T LEAVE ME HERE! I AM AN ADULT! YOU CAN'T DO THIS TO ME" you yelled as you banged to it, ignoring how their footsteps started to sound so far away while you cried and yelled in the room.

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The full black fella over there is Spider but older. Y'know from future and i wanted to draw them communicating :)

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