Platonic Yandere BatFamily x Child Reader

[II-III]

Act II-Scene III: "Hands down, It's Time to Learn!"

"And...there!" Ms. Hattie stepped back from the sink to reveal my newly dyed hair. Although it wasn't permanent, it would do just fine. I examined myself in the mirror one last time. It didn't look bad—just different—but I suppose it would take time getting used to. "Now, the bottle says the dye should be reapplied every morning to make sure that it stays its vibrant color." I nodded, finally turning from the mirror at the sink. "That shouldn't be too hard to forget since it's going to be compiled into my morning routine." Ms. Hattie continued to search through the warning labels before setting the box down. "The rest of it just says that you should make sure your hair doesn't get wet."

"So, avoid the rain?"

"And the pool."

"Understood." I said, wrapping my arms around my chest and giving myself a look-over once more. 'I seriously hope that they won't be able to spot me from a crowd. It would be such a pain in the ass.' I thought to myself while moving the loose strands of hair from my face. Hattie and I spent the rest of our day sorting through school supplies and lunches and clothes. Tedious work had been put in to make sure everything was safe for me.

"Outfits?" Ms. Hattie asked, reading down a list she drew up. "Check." I confirmed, looking over the folded clothes once more. "Backpack?" She crossed out another scribble of notes and continued to go down the line.

"Check."

"Supplies?"

"Check."

"Lunch?"

"Check?"

"Everything seems to be ready for you then." She sighed, going through the list she had worked through to make sure everything was in order. Which it finally was. We worked together to organize everything in one place, that way things would be hard to forget, and once we were done, we left my bedroom. The rest of the day flew by in a breeze and before I even knew it, nighttime came around. The sky was black, lit up by only a few stars, and the clouds hung high, and gray in the sky. I looked out across my bedroom window as I stood there, brushing my teeth in bunny pajama pants and an oversized t-shirt that Ms. Hattie bought me recently. As I looked out across the other buildings and lampposts, wondering if anyone else was still awake, a small wave of anxiety flashed and went. "Just the jitters." I huffed quietly, convincing myself that I was only nervous. But since I knew I wouldn't get much sleep that night, I thankfully took a sleeping pill so I could get some form of rest. Luckily, it did just the trick. Within a few minutes of spitting out my toothpaste and looking over my belongings again, I was found tucking myself into a deep, uninterrupted sleep.

The morning came fast, despite the many hours I was asleep, and before I knew it, I was waking up to the sound of my beeping alarm clock. I knew Ms. Hattie had been awake from the smell of eggs and toast—and the distinctly familiar smell of tea she would always brew in the morning. I could tell it was roughly close to seven, so I had some time yet before I had to haul-ass to school. I walked into the kitchen, where Ms. Hattie busied herself at the stove making an omelet and sat down at the table wishing her a goodmorning. She shared a smile with me as she flipped the egg, asking if I was hungry—which I was. She quickly slipped the omelet and toast onto a plate before serving me. I thanked her with a toothy grin and grabbed my fork to take a bite. The food was seasoned and hot, and I never relented on how fast I was eating, so by the time I finished I had hiccups—even though Ms. Hattie warned me a few times to slow down, I just laughed and kept eating. When I finished the plate, I set it to dry in the rack beside her and hurried to my room to get changed. The air was cold so I quickly threw on my sweater and pants and sprinted into the bathroom to do my morning necessities. By the time I came out of the bathroom, my hair was brushed, the dye was re-applied, and my breath was minty. I looked over to where my backpack sat on the loveseat next to the couch and unzipped it, looking in to make sure my notebooks, pencils, and binders were in there. Surely enough, they were. When Ms. Hattie finished eating her breakfast and washed the dishes (which I helped her with), we went on our way.

She started the car and put the location into her GPS, which said it would only take us fifteen minutes to get there. We talked on the way, with her starting most of the conversations about anything she could think of, and at some point we made plans to go to a festival later in the week. When we arrived on school grounds, my first impression of the place wasn't bad—in fact, it looked nice. The sidewalks were cleaned up, there was no litter on the ground, and the design of the building was easy on the eyes. Ms. Hattie walked inside with me to see the principal, who we surprisingly ran into on our way in. He was a middle-aged man with brown hair, a beard, a pair of thick, black glasses, and mellow green eyes. He looked friendly enough, and if anything he reminded me of the cool uncle type that would sneak in large gifts on the holidays. He greeted himself, telling us to call him Mr. Fineman. With a good-natured smile and chipper attitude, he shook our hands and took us on a tour around the halls, which I noticed were extremely colorful and overly bright like a child's mind. He told us that the kids loved learning and were extremely creative, so he felt as though I shouldn't have a hard time fitting in if that was at all an issue. Though, to me, I doubt I would be able to dumb myself down just for the little children around me, so I hoped I wouldn't stick out like a sore thumb. But, I nodded to his words and we continued our walk down the hall. At one point, we finally came to a stop as he gestured to the door in front of us. "This will be your homeroom as of today! If you have any questions or if you're unsure of anything, your teacher, Ms. Rinfeld, will have no problem explaining things to you." I slowly nodded with a nervous gut feeling. Having the idea of little, underdeveloped humans judging you at such an early age didn't sit too well in my nervous system, but I shook that feeling off quickly, telling myself that if I'm persuaded by the opinions of people who literally know nothing, then who am I? Surely, I wouldn't be the same literate scholar I was in my old world—hell, I'd just be an imposter.

I hushed my breath and opened the door to the classroom. My eyes kept focused on the beautiful young woman standing up at the chalkboard teaching kids about adjectives and simple nouns. She had tied-up umber hair, and honey-brown eyes. She noticed the commotion I caused from opening the door and turned attention to me, and a million other eyes followed. "Ah, hello Principal Fineman! And who is this pretty young lady with you?" My shoulders grew rigid and I blushed at hearing someone call me that, but I shook it off as the principal started introducing me to the class. When he finished, everyone gave shy smiles, which put me at ease, and welcomed me into the class. It wasn't all that bad, like how I thought it would've been, and soon, before I even knew it, Ms. Hattie was on her way out with a smile. I had been shown where to sit and found myself seated next to a window, which I liked. I could see the entire parking lot from where I sat and all of the trees, and clouds, and the large blue sky that hung over the school. Needless to say, I knew everything they were teaching, but it was easy to follow along even if I didn't have to. And the kids all gave me the help I needed to get started. It reminded me of the fun I had in elementary school during my previous life. A lot of the stuff here was different, but some of the stuff didn't change at all. Regardless, I think this school was the right choice for me.