The Missing Piece (Batfam x reader)

Chapter 40

⚠️!!!WARNING!!!⚠️

MENTIONS OF BLOOD, MENTIONS OF SELF-ABUSE/HARM, AND OVERALL SADNESS FEELS

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*previously*

  "I'm doing pretty good, you know? Had to fight against a non-existent clown, created by a special chemical, in my head, and against my conscious to stay alive in the real world. Had to deal with the pains of changing back to what I actually look like, and let me tell you, it's not fun. But now," she clasped her hands together, smiling,

"I'm cured!"

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  Lies. Each and every single word I spoke; lies.

  But it's not like I'll tell them the truth. They don't need to know. They don't deserve to know. I know if I told them, they wouldn't be happy, and I would get kicked out. So I'll keep it all to myself. Every thought, idea, memory, and word to myself. Instead, I'll fill that empty void with lies to tell them, and get by just fine.

  Truth be told I was cured. At least that's what it told me.

  My looks were back to normal; my hair, my eyes, and skin color, everything. But I wasn't my normal self. I was better. I felt better.

It helped me get out of that looping hell and accept the reality that was at hand in front of me. The whole truth that I never faced before.

  No, my fate wasn't to become the Joker. That b*tch of a clown just lied to me about myself. He fed me a fake world that wasn't even close to what mine was. I wasn't meant to become him. He was too sloppy with his work, and too random. There was no purpose behind his killings, and no patterns to suit the murders. He didn't care. There was no reason to kill those people.

  He just took out his mind onto them. Nothing special either. Most times it was just torturing them for sh*ts and giggles while other times it was shooting them out of anger.

  It was terrible.

  That's why I'm not destined to become him. I will never be destined to become him.

  I'm destined to be better. To become more than anyone; Damian, Tim, Jason, Dick, Bruce, Batman. I was and am destined to become better than all of them.

  At least, that's what it told me. The strong voice that saved me from the loop. The same voice I've heard in distant dreams. It was a deep voice, filled with few stutters or mumbles. It was strong, bold, determined. Never heard a scratch on it, like a clean record. The voice was rough though, with it's loud commanding tone.

  There wasn't a second that went by that I didn't listen to or wonder about the voice.

  It was almost as if I've heard it several times before, but I can't remember it. Come to think of it, I can't remember much of my childhood, or the last few months. It all seems to be blocked.

  "Oh my God..." I heard a tough voice say from across the room, as pairs of arms were wrapped around me, full of love and comfort.