markos-hypocrisies

[markos-hypocrisies]

— of All The Chances

" I have a father, but I never had a dad. "

Platonic Yandere Bruce Wayne x GN Reader

Summary: When they were saved, they saw a compassionate man tending to them, but the second they reached sanctuary, that man was replaced by another.

Might have mentions of implications of self harm, Vague mentions of Substance Abuse, Emotional Abuse, Childhood Trauma, Parental Neglect, Emotional Neglect, unhealthy dependency, toxic dynamic, yandere themes, Use Of First Person Narrative, etc.

If you're uncomfortable with anything listed above, then I advise not to read further. If you wish to continue know that you've been warned.

Word Count: 377

You saved me from the fires.

Your eyes, back then, held concern that lasted longer than your reaction when I took the pills from the cupboard; pills that weren't even mine.

When you held me— a scared child— with care. The way you actually feared that if you displayed or did one wrong move, I would shatter. You took that same handkerchief your father gifted, the one you wouldn't dare dirty, and cleaned my face with it.

I still remember the tenderness you gave me.

Where is it now?

When you caught me with those pills in my hand, for a split second I thought I saw those eyes from before. That for a moment I let myself fantasize that you would be the father you promised to be when you carried me to the ambulance.

Instead— I was met with a slap to the face. I couldn't even register what happened when you started to yell at me. I was still looking down in shock when your hand roughly took the pills and threw them on the sink.

I watched the pills spill out the container, even when you hit me again, I couldn't part my eyes from it.

The harshness you showed, the yelling, the screaming. Yet I still waited till you showed that same care, that same compassion you showed that night. It never came.

Your eyes weren't the same concern as the one with the fire. You were just thinking about how this— how I would look to the press.

The headlines in bold letters, Bruce Wayne's daughter died due to an overdose!

That's all you care about, right? Even as you see me in my most vulnerable moment, the desperation in my actions, you only care what the public would think.

In your mind, the only thing that haunts you about me is that I was the only one you could save in that fire.

Your mind is plagued by that one question, what if I wasn't the only one you could save? Why me? Why out of all the chances in the swarm of flames, did you have to find me?

Why, of all the chances, do I remind you of the woman whose portrait you have hanging in your office?