Finding The Piece (Batboys x Reader)

Chapter 5

*previously*

   Then I walked over to the stairs, and started up to my room, not wanting to deal with anyone for the rest of the night. Plus I wanted to get out of my nasty pasta stained shirt.

  D*mn... this is going to such a long time...

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Mentions of smoking/drug abuse/other sensitive themes

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  Walking up to my room, I tripped up a few steps, grumbling a string of swear words as I did so. My eyes tranced around the stairway walls, seeing some new picture frames hanging up. Most of the new pictures were ones of me with or without the boys in them. I stopped for a second, reaching the top of the stairs; a picture. It looked out of place on the wall, as it was next to a bunch of happy pictures.

  It was of the whole family (Alfred included) standing around a sitting Bruce Wayne. I didn't know when he got this picture, because it wasn't there when I left, nor did we ever get our picture taken, so it might be a painting.

  I walked up to it, getting a closer look. It was decently huge compared to the other pictures surrounding it, but it also looked darker and more eerie than the other pictures as well.

  Staring at the painting for another minute, I bit my lip, not knowing this rush I felt through my head. Squeezing my eyes shut, I started to walk towards my bedroom door.

  All I felt right now was the urge to get this stained dress off. It was disgusting, and smelled worse the longer I had it on. I pinched my nose and stomped to my room, turning the door handle and pulling the door open. I could feel the cold air rush from my room out to me, making me shiver. I reached my arm around the wall, trying to find the light switch, and hitting it on with a frustrated groan.

  Walking in, I quickly shut the door and threw off the smelly, uncomfortable dress. I walked over to the many suitcases that decorated my room, and opened some of them, grabbing the new clothes I had bought a few weeks ago, and through them on; a plain graphic t-shirt and comfy (gray/black) sweatpants. I let out a sigh of relief, letting the feeling of fresh clothes overtake me as I fell back onto my bed.

  I stared up at the ceiling, contemplating all that has happened the last few months, since I've left the manor:

1) I've befriended half of the villains around Gotham, and they don't suspect Bruce being Batman.

2) I've learn to control my powers more and get rid of the insanity that HE caused me

3) I've grown closer to Liam and Hayden

4) I've learn to be a pretty freaking great chef, Gordon Ramsey it up in here.

5)I've honestly missed my family.

  I squinted my eyes in confusion and frustration, thinking about the last thing. My eyes stayed glued to the ceiling as I rubbed my cheeks, groaning. I sat up, and looked around my room.

  As much as they pissed me off, and angered me, even what happened, I still loved them and missed them. It was hard to admit, but I admit.

  Shaking my head, I stood up and walked towards the window, opening it, and turning around to search through my suitcases. After some searching, I found a little purse-like bag, and opened it up, grabbing my secret stash of cigarettes. I wasn't a big smoker; in fact, I hated it. But it was something that seemed to calm my nerves down and help me with my stress sometimes.