Deadpool's daughter Dick Grayson x Reader [DISCONTINUED]

Nightmares Last

Y/n P.O.V.

Where am I?
What's going on?

"Sweetie, time to wake up to spend another day in prison!"

Dad?

"But they don't have nap time anymore, what's the point?!"

Wait a minute, I remember this, I was ten this was...

That day...

I watch as ten year old me gets up and puts on a pair of  jeans and a shirt that says "Touch my Yaoi and I'll scream" then she-I mean I put on a baggy sweater. I followed myself into the kitchen, were dad was in his blood covered costume making pancakes.

"Y'all ready for some grub?" He says, as a cowboy hat appeared on his head.

"Darn right I am, what type of grub you making?" Young me plays along, I remember dad and I watched a Western marathon the night before.

"Made it with the roaches of  death, them critters hard to get I'll tell you that." This was his silly way of saying chocolate chip.

I watched as little me and dad stated to talk and joke while eating. I wish I could watch this all day, wish I didn't leave the house that day.

///dreamy time skip///

I watch as young me went into the school, I followed with hesitation. The first thing I saw was everyone looking at me with disgust, anger, and some pity. Young m- you know what, I'm gonna just call her/me Youngy. Youngy walked into the girls bathroom in a hurry, I know it wasn't to use the bathroom. I followed Youngy inside where she splashed her face with water from a sink. She looked at herself with anger.

The door slammed opened, class as just started so no-one else should be allowed to head to the bathrooms unless they haven't been to class yet. I still will never understand how this school really worked. I turned towards the door to be door to be greeted with my former bully b/n and her posse. Her faced caked in makeup ideas that she thought looked cool in her older sister's magazines. She was a few months older then Youngy.

"Well, if it isn't the school demon. Now, things are boring back I home so I'll need something to do after school. Oh, and if you disobey," she pulled out that god damn knife, "then thus will be in your skin tomorrow, m'kay?" She asked looking like a psycho Barbie.

Youngy nodded, terrified of what would happen.

///dreamy time travel///

I followed Youngy as she was pulled into an empty alley by b/n and her posse. I started to feel sick sick to my stomach, knowing what would happen next. Youngy was pushed into the ground. B/n and her posse looming over her began to beat her, kicking her and punching her. She stayed quiet, not wanting to her gain satisfaction.

"Hm, the demon doesn't speak? Maybe we should kick her in the throat." B/n suggest.

Why did this happen to me? So young.

They started to kick Youngy in the throat and chest, she coughs, not being able to breath properly. Tears of anger make their way to my cheeks. She begs them to stop, but if you could kill a demon to 'save' someone I'm sure you would. To save the eyes of people from seeing this demon.

B/n pulled the knife she had in the bathroom out.

"Time to end this bitch, then everyone will love me for cleansing our school of your filth." She spat at Youngy's face.

I was shaking.

She plunged the knife into the heart twice while laughing.

Youngy gasped for air as you could see the stab wound in her chest close up through the hole created in her sweater and shirt.

Everyone was quiet, the only sound being Youngy gasped for air in pain.

A new fire burned in b/n's eyes, "JUST FUCKING DIE!" She screamed before plunging the knife into Youngy's head and removing.

Slowly, the wound in her forehead closed up. B/n's posse have already taken off, now she had taken off. Youngy touched her forehead with a shaking hand. She saw the knife lefted on the ground, she picked it up, staring at it. She cut off her finger, a new set of tears welling up from the pain. She watched as the finger reconstructed itself. She put the knife in her pocket, still shaking, and struggled to stand up. When she could stand up, she started to walked home, her face blank. People whom where also on the streets stared at the blood covered girl, some took pictures, no asked if she was alright. She made it home, me following like a lost puppy. My vision starts to fade to white, and I'm lying in flowers. Finally, the nightmare is over.