When we get home, I go upstairs to my room. All these questions and the confusion swirling through my head.
I shut my door and sink down on my butt and pull my knees to my chest. I start to rock back and forth on the balls of my feet. Not crying but starring at the wall with an unreadable blank stare.
Voices in my head.
'Your not our son, you're a little piece of shit.' Maddie Fenton said
'Why would I ever want to be your son. You stole me from parents and you deserve to go to hell. Kidnappers.'
'You little bastard' a smack to the face 'you little brat. We raised you and this how you repay us; by turning yourself into a freak.' Jack Fenton replies
'You didn't raise me, you stole me, crazy lunatics.'
This time it's a punch to the gut by Maddie. 'How dare you young man. I could end you right now.'
'Then why don't you do it then.'
'Because we want you to suffer.' Maddie says as she plunges a scalpel into the red and scarred skin of his stomach.
Groaning because of the pain and the torture being inflicted on the body.
Danny wakes up sweating though he didn't even know he was asleep. He lifts up the white under shirt he is still wearing.
Seeing the many scars and bruises that are still healing from all the fighting.
He looks in the mirror by his dresser and he sees a shell of his former happy self. The depressed and traumatized in his own eyes.
He goes to his bed and takes of one of his black bed sheets and throws half heartily over the mirror.
Danny no longer looks at the mirror. He shakes his head and his multicolored black and white hair, fall to his face.
It's grown twice as long since the last time he's payed any attention to it.
He tears of a cloth from the black bed sheet hanging over the mirror. Tying it into his own black and white hair.
Lifting up some of the sheet that is covering the mirror and seeing his own long, and tied back hair. He glances at his own eyes.
No longer the broght vibrant eyes they once were. Now dull and emotionless.
Not from this one traumatizing experience but from many.
He goes to the dresser and opens it and one of the shelves had his black domino mask. Placing the mask over his eyes. White slits.
Changing into a tight black long sleeved shirt. With tight tan pants and black tennis shoes. Also putting on a white utility belt.
Walking downstairs to the private study. With the father clock on the wall.
Moving the two hands and letting the door slide open. A set of stairs going down to the batcave.
Danny walked down the stairs. "Batsy where are you?"
Silence was the only thing that answered him.
"I'm going on patrol, I'll be back later."
"Danny wait," the voice of Bruce aka Batman said.
"What... why? Brucey where are you?"
Batman came out of the shadows. The slits deepened on my domino mask, into a scowl. Suddenly Bruce said something that made Danny's scowl deepen.
"You can come out now Dick."
Dick walked out later wearing what looked like to be traffic lights. What the hell is he wearing?
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Sons of Batman
AdventureI've been alone for a few years. I ran away from my parents when I was six, I had to get away. They were abusive; they really didn't care about me, only cared about Jazz. My parents probably dont even miss me. I pickpocketed people, and stole the...
