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Batman X Child Reader: Explicit! May Be Triggering! (Young Justice)

8 year old (Y/n) (L/n) walked into her house after a play date at a friends house. The first thing she noticed was how quiet the house was, she had two older brothers and one younger sister. The two boys were always loud, usually fighting with each other, or pretending to be a superhero, or playing a game which usually ended in them breaking something. Her sister, (S/n), was a bit of a diva. She loved being at the center of attention, and cried when she didn't have her way. (Y/n) walked into the kitchen and called out,

"Mom? Dad?"

There was no reply. (Y/n) took a few steps into the kitchen, and soon found herself standing in a puddle of what seemed to e a crimson liquid. As it soaked into her socks, she moved around the counter to see her mother laying on the floor, in a similar puddle, multiple stab wounds were littered throughout her body. Her eyes remained open, and mouth slightly ajar. (Y/n) knelt down and grabbed her mother's shoulder, and lightly shook it,

"Mom? Mommy?! Mommy wake up!"

(Y/n) stood and ran out of the kitchen and toward the living room, she called for her father,

"Dad? Dad where are you?"

Her question was answered when she reached the living room. She stopped short, when she saw her father sitting on the couch, his body was riddled with bullets. His shirt was stained with blood, that flowed down his body and onto the tan colored couch. (Y/n) backed out of the living room, and ran up the stairs to her little sister's room. She threw the door open, and gasped at what she saw. Her sister was hanging by a length of rope from the ceiling fan. Her body swung in circles with the movement of the fan. (Y/n) quickly left the room, slamming the door behind her. She moved to her oldest brother's room. When she opened the door, she saw him sitting at his desk. She walked over to him and tapped his shoulder. His body slumped to the side and fell out of the chair. (Y/n) looked down at him, and saw that his neck had been cut from ear to ear. She let out a small shriek, and jumped away. She scrambled out of the room as quickly as she could, and closed the door behind her. She took a deep breath, before entering her other brother's room. She looked around, and saw, nothing. She let out a sigh of relief, then closed the door. (Y/n) next, decided to check her parents room for her brother. She walked to the end of the hallway, and opened the door to her parent's room. She searched the room, finding nothing, she left the room, and moved to her own room. (Y/n) was hopeful to find her brother hiding somewhere and that he didn't share the gruesome fate as the rest of her family. By the time (Y/n) had finished searching her own room, she was becoming more hopeful with every second, that her brother had in fact survived, and either made it out of the house or had hidden somewhere and hadn't been found. The next place to search was the basement. (Y/n) had never liked the basement, and had always found it scary. She stood at the top of the stairs, and flicked on one of the light switches. To her dismay, it didn't work. She tried again, with the other switch, and again to her disappointment didn't work. (Y/n) slowly made her way down the stairs. When she reached the bottom, she saw a dark figure laying in the middle of the floor. She walked over to it, and recognized it as her brother. But something was wrong, he wasn't moving. (Y/n) bent down and rolled him over to his back, her eyes widened at what she saw. Her brother's stomach had been cut open, and his internal organs were spread out on the floor next to him. (Y/n) stumbled away from him, and ran up the stairs. She grabbed the phone, and dialed emergency services. Soon, police arrived at her house, she was taken outside, and questioned. (Y/n) only nodded to answer the questions, and after a while, the officer stopped trying to get her to talk. He knew that this trauma wouldn't go away, and that the small child in front of him would never be the same.

A few months later, (Y/n) had settled in at a small town orphanage. She didn't really fit in, though the other children tried to get her to join in during games and other activities, but (Y/n) stayed away, and kept to herself. It was understandable why she didn't want to get close to anyone, in fear that they would be taken away from her as well. Many news companies tried to get statements from (Y/n), as she was the only survivor of a massacre. But she would never say anything to them. Other wealthy people tried to adopt (Y/n) because of the young girls popularity, but they were never able to get very far without (Y/n) permission. Bruce Wayne had caught wind of (Y/n)'s story, and it intrigued him. It wouldn't have been the first time that he took interest in a child, whose family had been killed. He decided to pay this (Y/n) (L/n) a visit. When he arrived, the owner showed him to (Y/n)'s room. He opened the door, and closed it softly behind him. (Y/n) looked at him, before looking down at her lap.