Nico And The Bat Fam

Befriending A Criminal and Almost Dying | 03

Ever since that night, a month ago, when CPS found me, I've lived with that some weird ass drug obsessed dude. He never seemed to care all that much for me, it doesn't bother me because ya know I'm used to it.

I dig my nails into my palm and clench my jaw, trying my best to ignore the flashbacks, I've been having them a lot lately. They don't seem to go away, now matter how hard I try to push them away, so gay am I right.

I stand up from my bad and walk out my room and into the bathroom, I lock the door behind me and turn on the tap. I splash my face with water and look up at my reflection in the mirror, I have a black eye and a cut on my lip, my dark hair shadows my dark brown eyes making them appear black.

I walk back out and into my room and sit at my desk, I sigh and read my book, it's pretty much all I can do around here.

"Nick! Get downstairs now!" My foster father yells from downstairs, I roll my eyes and ignore him, continuing to read my book. Jeez he doesn't even know my name. He just calls me Nick. I mean I don't know his name either, I just refer to him as Dave, he seems like a Dave.

"Nick! Get the fuck down here you brat!" He shouts, I sigh in frustration and close my book then make my way downstairs, the book still in my hand.

Dave stands at the bottom of the stairs his arms folded as he glares at me in disgust.

When I reach the bottom he slaps me across the face, hard. So hard in fact that I fall to the floor.

I get back up and glare at him, he then punches me in the nose causing it to bleed. I fell to the floor again and he kicks me in the ribs, I hear a sickening crack and wince.

The old me would've fought back, but the old me also had something to fight for. Well I don't. Not anymore.

"Now go to the grocery store" he demands shoving a list and some money in front of me on the floor.

I pick up my book and the list, covering my bleeding nose with the sleeve of my sweater.

I get up from the ground as pain erupts in my side, I groan in pain and make my way to the door. I pick up my book bag that's hanging on the coat hanger and slip it over my shoulder, putting my book, the money and the list in it.

I walk out the front door looking like a zombie and make my way to the grocery store.

When I arrive at the store I get everything on the list and pay for them, I then make my way back ignoring the weird looks I'm getting from strangers.

When I get 'home' I put all the groceries away and give Dave the change, he punches me again, once in the stomach and once in the jaw. "Get out of my sight" he sneers and walk away. I dunno why he hurts me, I dunno why anyone would hurt anyone. Though everything he's done to me isn't even half as bad as what I've had before.

What I don't understand the most is why I let him hit me, I could easily evade him but I don't. I guess part of me wants it, because... I know in my heart that I deserve it.

I go to the bathroom and clean the dried blood from my face. I then make my way back out the front door.

I just walk through Gotham as pain seers through my body, I get to a small cafe and walk in. I have seven dollars and seventy-five cents saved from my lunch money these past few weeks.

I walk up to the lady at the till, "excuse me, can I get a double shot Americano please?" I ask her and she smiles warmly.

"Of course, do you want any cream or sugar?" She asks.

"No thanks" I reply.

I hand her the money and sit down at a seat in the far corner.

I take out my book and start to read it, writing things in the margins. A few minutes later the nice lady comes and places my coffee in front of me.