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[voven]

Part two

Now that you were upstairs in your room you saw how empty and Boring it looked.. Well! It's time for a makeover!!

You remember that Bruce once gave you a credit card but you never really used it.. Where could it be.?

You looked around your room, eventually finding it in a drawer.

Now you just needed to get dressed!

You put on a cute but still comfortable outfit, now it was time for your hair. it's been a long time since you had long hair, you cut it after a meltdown so your actually quite excited!

You managed to make a cute hair style and you were currently running down the stairs.

"(Name). Slow down." You heard Bruce say, you didn't listen tho but after getting to the door you shouted to him, "Sorry!!" and quickly closed the the door before he could scold you.

But then you realized your thirteen.. You can't drive.. Oops. You looked around seeing one of Jason's motorcycles near. It was old and dirty so he probably wouldn't care if you borrowed it... Right.?

To your luck there was a helmet beside the motorcycle, you put it on, being careful to not mess up your hair.

A while after you left Jason walked out with some cleaning supplies, he looked around not seeing the motorcycle. "What the fuck?"

Arriving at the mall you hid the motorcycle near it. You thought about how you wanted to decorate your room. You didn't really have any interests.. You want something that stands out. You're tired of blending in.

You took a big cart and filled it up with anything and everything you thought looked cute. You came across some makeup and deicided that you wanted to try it out. Oh and you definitely needed some new clothes!

At the end of the shopping spree you ended up with fifteenth bags of makeup, clothes, blankets and plushies. It's just now you started thinking about how to bring it all with you..

You looked around seeing someone running towards you, you squinted your eyes trying to see the figure closing in on you. Wait. Is that.. Jason?! "Oh shit." you muttered, as he came closer you started looking for a way to escape.. He was so gonna kill you!!!

He was only s few feet apart now and you were so scared you felt tears forming.

"(Name)!" he shouted slowing down a bit. You closed you eyes lips quivering, "I'm sorry! I promise I didn't harm the motorcycle!! I'm really sorry!!" you covered your eyes with your hands.

he paused. "Who fucking cares about the motorcycle?!" you took your hands away from your eyes "what..?" he sighed lowering himself to look you in your eyes. "Listen, your only thirteen, you could have gotten harmed. You need to be more careful your not a vigi- I mean- your not old enough, okay? Now come on, I'll help you carry your bags Alfred is waiting in the car."

What. You were so confused. You quietly took the bags he didn't(it was only two) before following him to the car. He put the bags in the car, grabbing the two bags you were carrying and putting them into the car as well.

He then grabbed a helmet from the car and took your hand. You looked up at him in confusion as Alfred drove away. He gave a smirk, "well, lead the way." you silently took him to the place you hid the motorcycle.

He put his helmet on before grabbing the helmet you used and put it on you. "There we go." he lifted you up and put you in the back before getting on himself. "Well?" he looked back at you, "what.?" "you need to hold onto me, you'll fall of otherwise." he said with a chuckle. "Oh." you slowly put your hands around his waist, holding on to his sides while still keeping distance between you two. As he started driving he ended up accidently leaning your head against his back.

He tried to make conversation with you but you only said a few words

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[voven]

TW; suicide, eating disorders(ana and Mia), SH, neglect, and bullying.

You smiled while looking at yourself in the mirror, you saw all the scars and imperfections but you couldn't bother to care about that anymore.

You had put on your favorite dress, and you styled your hair in your favorite style. You spent all your life hating how you looked, not realizing how beautiful you really are.

You remember starving yourself to be lovely, all those times Alfred forced you to eat, not knowing you just threw it all up.

But now, even with scars, you felt beautiful.

You took a deep breath before leaving your room, no one was home. And even if they were, they wouldn't have noticed you anyway.

You stepped out in the cold air, walking as fast as you could.

Finally you arrived at your favorite place, a beautiful garden. You laid down in your favorite flowers.

You took out your knife and stabbed yourself in your stomach, as blood began seeping out, you smiled.

"A young teen was found dead in a garden due to suicide. Age sixteen. Named '(name) Wayne'.

Opening your eyes you found yourself in a garden. You were alive.? You groggily stood up, you looked around noticing that you were in the exact same place you were supposed to kill yourself in.

How strange, you looked around not seeing any blood, looking at yourself you saw that you were wearing a different dress.

You just noticed how short you seemed to be, you shaked your head before walking back to the manor. You felt strange like nothing botherd you anymore you tried thinking about your family, that would usually make you sad, but you didn't feel a thing.

During the walk you saw your reflection in a window, your eyes widened. 'I.. I'm thirteen again.?!' you looked younger and your hair was long again, you also had no scars on your body and you actually looked healthy again.

You could stop the smile from forming on your face. Ever since you woke up you haven't felt a thing but now you just felt so happy!

You skipped your way back to the manor, waving and saying hi to everyone you passed. You remember being shy your entire life, just waving to someone made you fell shame but now you only felt joy and excitement.

People smiled when you waved to them, giggling and waving back. "Such a cute child!" "it's not often you see people like her in Gotham." Cute.. You can't remember the last time someone has given you a complement.

"Ew, she looks like a monster!" "Why does she have so many scars?" "She looks sickly.." Those are comments you remember but thinking about it now.. It didn't even bother you. You remember coming home, and crying for hours on end but now you couldn't care less.

Opening the door to the manor, you saw the family sitting on the couch.

"Where have you been?" Bruce asked you but you knew he didn't really care.

You just let out a giggle, "Nowhere~ see'ya!!" you ran upstairs to your room as the family stared at you in confusion.

"That's new.." Tim muttered.

You jumped onto your bed. This is a new chance for you, and your not going to fuck it up.