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[iliketruma]

So... About this...

I had NOT expected for people to ask about Taglist since, well, I'm kinda an idiot and just come on Tumblr to read fanfic and nothing else.

So imagine my surprise when people started asking to be taglisted (this is not a personal attack on any one of them), at first I was confused because 'Huh? WTF is that?' and so I looked it up.

After finding out what it was and seeing a few posts online I was embarrassed as HELL! I've been on this app for more than a year (On a different account) and never knew about this (⁠╥⁠﹏⁠╥⁠).

This isn't me complaining about people asking to be taglisted and I am actually happy that people like my poor writing enough to ask me to Taglist them. I'm just posting this to show how embarrassed I am lol.

[iliketruma]

Twisted sense of satisfaction

Chapter 0 : Lost...

Platonic Yandere Batfamily X Female Overachiever!Reader

—SYNOPSIS :- You were never much of a talker, you kept to yourself and were always told you were wise beyond your age. Not that you cared since you were more focused on yourself rather than others, were you selfish ? Yeah, but did you care? No. You had your momma who supported you through everything, every step of the way... Until she couldn't...

TW!! :- Child neglect, love bombing, drugs usage, emotional neglect, stalking, reader has Atychiphobia and is an Overachiever, Panic attacks, psychological warfare, manipulation and self-worth tied to achievements.

Words :- 648 words

Note : Hello!! This is my first time writing something like this and I'm honestly kinda nervous, I am here to inform you that updates might not be regular due to school and stuff so I apologise in advance!!

Your momma worked as a lady of the night or in more vulgar terms, she was a prostitute however, you never felt any shame for it, no, she kept a roof over your head and food on your plate. You and your momma weren't doing well financially but at least you had each other.

She tried to give you a normal life, made you go to school so that you'd grow up with kids your own age but then again you weren't exactly normal.

You always wondered if something was wrong with you, you weren't emotional like most kids your age and were widely known in your school as a freak of nature simply because you preferred to be logical over emotional.

Your momma always called you that you were her little lawyer simply because you would argue with people with facts and logic rather than raw emotional need but you didn't care, besides that lady in the store was being mean anyway by calling your momma a whore.

It was one of those nights where your momma met him, Bruce Wayne, the billionaire playboy or Brucie Wayne which you thought was a ridiculous nickname but your momma smiled when someone called him that so you let it slide.

You knew he existed and knew he was your biological father but you had no desire to see or hear about him, it wasn't because you hated him, no, he had done a lot for the people of Gotham, he had held fundraisers and spent a bull load of money on helping the citizens... Everyone but your momma.

How was this supposed to be fair? Why was everyone else getting help but not your momma? Why did every other kid in preschool have the privilege of having daddy-daughter dates or daddy-son outings but you were left with nothing?

Other kids teased you and said all types of mean things about you and your momma which made you so very very mad. So what did you do? Well, of course, excel in everything you did. If you were teased with not having a father then you'll simply be better than each and every single one of them.

It wasn't hard really, you always DID love books more than people so you simply threw yourself into studies, teachers praised you, parents wanted their children to BE like you and your momma? She was the most proud.

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So what went wrong ?

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For the first time ever in your eight years you were alive... You were speechless. The red and blue lights flickered as you heard sirens surrounding the building around you.

There was an accident at your momma's workplace and everyone was hurt, some were crying and others were dead but you?

You couldn't move, you couldn't breathe, all you saw was your momma's cold body on the floor with a pool of blood that you prayed didn't belong to her. You felt your chest tighten, sounds becoming more echo-ey as your vision became blurry.

You heard something about 'Panic Attack' and 'Need help' but you didn't need help. No, your momma needed it more than you. You were fine, you'll live but momma needed help, she needed help, she needed to get help, she had to get help.

No... The cops were surrounding you instead of your momma, you didn't need help and you tried to voice it but for some odd reason all that came out was a pitiful weeze of air, you wanted to scream at them, you wanted to kick them but all you could do was weakly try to reach out to your momma.

If you could see yourself right now, you would have laughed, you looked pitiful, trying to reach your momma with your short hands but you didn't care...

Oh what you'd do to hug your momma again... Just one last time...

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