Batman's Problem

When?

Chapter 5

(m/r) POV

    When I got to my room I pretend to break everything and yell in my head. I should've come earlier than this wouldn't have happened. But he didn't say anything to me that day about not wanting me to leave. He might've wanted me to leave, I sigh and feel tears start to go down my face.

    After a little I hear a knock and reply with a come in. "Tomorrow I have to do something, so I won't be back until after dinner. I'll eat somewhere later." Then I hear the door close and tears start to go down my cheek.

    When the morning comes I stay laying in bed falling asleep again. I wake up, the sun was down and I check my phone 5:39 pm. Then I stand up grabbing a canvas and walk downstairs with a bottle. Once I get to the kitchen I grab a cup and pour some alcohol in it drinking.

    Soon I start painting on the canvas just putting colors and shapes. I keep drinking more and more having no thoughts but to paint. Then I lay next to my painting falling asleep again. But then I feel something pick me up and I open my eyes, pushing them off of me.

I start looking around but then see Bruce was there, my eyebrow furrow. When he stands up he gives me his hand to take but I look away. He sighs sitting back down next to me, then looks to the painting. "What's the painting?"

"The painting? I don't know I just painted it for no reason." But then I look to the painting and sigh seeing that it was like the Romeo and Juliet painting. They looked different though but I look away and grab the bottle taking a sip. "Why are you drinking, I thought you never drank?"

"Who said I didn't drink, I never drank around people." I look at the floor and zone out as we sit there in silence. "I know there's something wrong (m/r)." But I ignore him and lay back down taking another sip of the bottle.

He takes it from my hands and I try to get it back from him. "Give it back Bruce~! I'm just trying to drink a little it's not even that much." Bruce sighs and puts it on the floor and trying to pick me up. When he tries to I keep fighting him not letting him.

"Your drunk just go to bed (m/r)." Bruce grabs my leg and carries me so that I'm face the floor. I stay silent when he does that and let him carry me. He did this to me when I got hurt maybe he still cares for me.

When we get to my room I grab onto him trying to not let him go. I laugh a little as he tries to get me off of him. "Get off me (m/r) this isn't funny!" Once he says that I stop laughing, I let go making me fall on my face.

"Sorry, I'll go to bed then goodnight." I lay in bed and I hear him leave the room sighing again. That was my fault I shouldn't have made him angry. When I woke up he was gone again so I stayed home cleaning again.

Once I finish cleaning the first floor I walk to my room falling asleep.

TW (shit about to happen in this dream oops)

I was at my house and I smile I had just finished talking to Bruce. But then my roommate came in my room. "Hey! I have been calling you, where is my food!!" They yell at me some more and I listen, not wanting to get into anymore trouble.

"Okay Simon, I'll do that for you." Then I stand up going to the kitchen to make him dinner. Simon smiles at me once I finished making his dinner. "You should smile more often (m/r)!"

I nod my head and soon he lets me leave to my room. When I fall asleep I smile but then feel myself getting slapped. I sit up and see Simon he looked angry again. "What's wrong Simon, is there something wrong?"

He stares at me intensely and starts yelling at me for things. My day goes on like that but then I start painting at a studio. Then I come back home and it started over and over. "(m/r) do this for me now!"

"No! I'm done with this, I'm not going to let you do this to me anymore." But then he gets close to my face grabbing me and yells. "You should be happy I let you live here! Without me you'd be homeless and worse than right now!

I let you live here so you aren't a hoe! I'm doing this to protect you from bad people okay?!" I nod my head crying as he holds my head gently. The days go on like this but then something happens.

When I get home it was quiet and he wasn't home. I went to bed happy and calm unafraid but then I do laundry. Then I start doing laundry I see a bag and grab it thinking that it was clothes. After doing the laundry I open the bag and it was holding dead body parts.

But I was in so much shock that I didn't notice someone behind me. "What did you find? That's not yours (m/r)!" Then I feel something hit my head and I turn. Simon holds a gun in his hands and holds it to me head.

He points it at me and I stand up looking at him. "Why are you doing this?" Simon laughs and I just stand there looking at him. "They were in my way and your in my way now!"

Then I turn and someone kills Simon now going after me. But before I can stop them they are in front of me. They try fighting me and they were wearing a mask. But then they shoot their gun and it hits someone, a little girl.

I wake up gasping for air gripping onto the sheets. Thankfully Bruce was downstairs doing something right now. But I had to keep calm so that he wouldn't come upstairs. When I finally started to breath again I went to my restroom.

"Man what the fuck am I doing?" After washing my face and making sure my eyes weren't red I walk downstairs. When I get there Bruce was sitting on the floor. "What are you doing Bruce?"

He keeps his head down and looks at the files on the floor. "It's easy to take these guys down but then their allies would try to come after us. That could lead to destruction and death to the civilians in the city." When he tells me that I sigh and feel a headache.

"Are you okay (m/r) you seem to have something on your mind." "Nope, nothing is on, I'm gonna make breakfast." I walk to the kitchen trying to ignore my thoughts. "Should I make some crepes today?"

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