Gotham's Angel of death

Beginning

Trigger warning: abuse

I scoffed at Bruce as frustration and anger grew inside me.
"That still gives you NO fucking right Bruce!!!"
I yelled as a few tears streamed down my face, pointing aggressively at him.
"No fucking right!"

As my breath became haggard Tim along with Dick tried to comfort me. But I quickly pulled myself away from their grasp.
"NO! No. J-just don't touch me! Any of you!"
I said, my voice shaking as more tears fell down my face.

I shook my head, closing my eyes tightly hoping this was a dream. A god awful dream, a damn nightmare. But then I opened them again, and nothing had changed. I looked up to meet Bruce's eyes.
"You know, I never thought you would ever do this to me. You even promised. I told you everything you needed to know!!! So why Bruce?!"
I had to take a moment to breath before I could speak again, and even then I could only speak in a whisper.

"Why?"

Now I know this is a bit confusing right now. You're probably wondering  'what the hell did Batman/Bruce do?'. Well you'll find out soon enough, but first for you to understand everything we have to back it up a bit. Back to where it all began.

Rewind 12 years

I was out buying groceries, and I was getting home late. I'm supposed to be home by 9:00, but it's winter, so it took longer for me to get to the store. I have to walk as it is, so snow doesn't help one bit.

"Please don't be awake. Please don't be awake."
I repeatedly whispered as I made it to the door of my tiny house. I opened and closed the door as quietly as I could, but of course snow didn't help.

"Where the hell have you been?"
A drunken voice asked behind me.

Luckily though when I turned around it was just my mother.At least she not as bad as him.
"Grocery store."
I answered, walking past her to the small kitchen. As I started unloading the groceries, I yelp in pain feeling someone grab me by the hair.

"Don't lie to me you little whore."

"I'm not a prostitute mother."
I mumbled as I broke from her grasp.

But before I could get very far she grabbed my arm and yanked me to the floor. Then she kicked me repeatedly as I laid there. Now I could have easily of stopped her, I mean living in the bad part of the town means you learn how to fight young.

So I know you must be asking 'then why aren't you doing anything?!'. And the answer you might not understand.
See I can take it. I've had to deal with this for my whole damn life. And I don't blame her. I blame him. The disgusting filth that is my father. He ruined her.
My mother used to be kind, but now she was rotten and cold hearted.  He killed my mom, and created this monster. She drank her sorrows away because he wouldn't stop beating her. But she was to afraid to ever leave. Not to mention she had no money to anyway. She tried so hard to help and stop him too. Then when she couldn't I tried, but I was too weak, too young. So even though she's no longer my mom, I can't help but still see her as such. I can't help but feel I owe it to her. To let her get her frustrations out, and distract my father away from her. 
So there's my answer, and frankly I don't need you to understand. All you need to know is I would never lay a hand on her.

"You spoiled bitch!!! You think that you can speak to me like that!"
And she continued to kick me in the stomach which already had bruises that were finally healing.
A few muffled groans left my mouth as she did so. I mean just because I can take pain doesn't me it doesn't STILL hurt.

"Hey!!!"
I low, demanding voice echoed through the kitchen. My mom immediately stopped and took a few steps away from me.
"God dammit I'm trying to sleep woman!!! Why the hell are you trying to make a ruckus!!"