An answer to my dreams(Damian Wayne x reader)

Forests

Today is hopefully my last day. I'm done, I just found out my dead parents left a lot of debt to me. I ran off the second I could. I'm not even 18 yet what the hell. I've been walking for a while. I got lost at one point I think I know where I am though. I saw a Wayne manner sign at some point. I'm in some forest a few hours worth walking away from that though. It's getting dark meaning I should find a nice tree now. I don't know if this is private property or not but honestly it doesn't matter to me though. Somebody will find my bag with a water proof sheet of paper aka my note and my body eventually...or not people probably won't be looking for me. I hang the bag on a nice sturdy branch and get my pre tied rope out. Then I wrap it to the tree. I'm about to put the rope around my neck, right now it's just in loops in my hand, but someone below me clears their throat. I free and look down at them,"can I help you?" They harshly say,"Why are you out here!" I roll my eyes,"Why are you?" He scoffs,"Answer the question!" I come up with a partial lie " I was out for a hike and decided this is a nice place to stop and sleep." He nods with this look of 'really...idiot' on his face and says,"and what's the rope for?" I look down at it and my eyes flicker back up, my finger taping on my thigh,"to hold me up to the tree." He rolls his eyes,"most people would bring a tent or hammock." I let out a laugh,"I'm not most people." He squints,"I can see that." He just stares..." is there anything else you need..." he nods,"To know why the end of that rope was tied in a noose." I frown most people aren't that observant. "Then he says also to know why you're so good at lying." It's my turn to scoff,"if you have the parents I had you would be too." He keeps staring waiting for the other answer."Can you just leave." No." He keeps standing there. I groan..."Can you PLEASE leave." He smirks and still says "No." What ever if he wants to be tramuatized that's his problem,"you know what I'm going to do so unless you want to be traumatized I suggest you leave." He keeps staring at me ,"I've seem much more gruesome death of people much closer to me...I think I will suffice." I keep staring at him,"What's your problem, Can I just have some peace before I kill myself." He looks taken aback by how blunt that was. Then he says,"No." I groan,"PLEASE...I just want some peace." I say my voice growing weak and cracking. His face is unchanged. "Tell my why." I stare a him for a second. "I have a Shit life." He stays solemn still stairing "Anything Rae you want to know.!?!" This dude is pissing me off...I just want to get this over with. "That's not specific enough." I roll my eyes, "and...I don't owe you an explaination...I also don't owe you a conversation. My notes in the bag. You can get it when I'm dead...it should be specific enough." I put the noose on and get ready to jump off the branch, obviously catching the boy by surprise."Wait." I balance and stare at him,"Why...you're not going to talk me down ... don't hold it against yourself when I die. Sorry if I tramutize you or anything also." I'm preparing to jump when he says,"I want to know your name." I look down at him,"What's yours." He looks offended."Damian Wayne." I nod,"Mines on the note...you probably won't recognize it from anywhere though." I look at him and smile a smile that I can assume looks peace full as I look out at the sunset and close my eyes. I lean forward and the air rushes past me. I'm about 15 feet up. I hear a snap and assume I'm dead, but when I open my eyes, the noose hangs lose around my neck and I'm in the boys arms. My bag comes falling after me onto the ground. Now I'm angry,"WhAt ThE HeLl!!!" He tt and I just glare, I roll out of his arms onto the ground with a very ungrateful thud. I hurt my arms in the process but that doesn't matter right now. I stand up running for my back up plan. I have this nice bottle of pills and a gun as back ups. Somebody jumps out of the tree in front of me, it's another Barack haired boy. He looks a bit older than the other one. And a lot sleep deprived. He grabs my arms and holds me away from the bag. I scream out"Why!!!why won't you just let me die...anyone else would have given up by now..." the boy holding me back says,"and how do you know that." I freeze up," I watched it when my mom killed herself." His grip gets loose as though he's stunned. I take this opportunity to knee him where the sun don't shine. And run to my bag. First I grab the gun then the bottle of pills. I take the gun off safety and hold it to my temple. Then I struggle to open the bottle. The first boy isn't in my sigh anymore he's disappeared."Take another step to me and I shoot." I don't enjoy the idea of shooting myself but as a last resort I'll do it. I finally managed to get the pill bottle open and I can hear the other boy behind me,"I said to stay back." The noise behind me stops. I lower the gun enough to go to chuck the pills back when I'm tackled. And they all go flying along with the gun"NOOoOooooo" reaps through my body and vocal chords."NOOooOOOooo...please." I start crying. I'm pinned to the ground, the first boy on top of me, I think he said his name was Damian. "Why...why are you doing this." I sob out..."why won't you just let me die...please" he looks discontent with this moment not angry or sad not severely bothered just moderately discontent. It's like he does stuff like this on a daily basis. The bags close. The second boy grabs it and pulls out the lamented paper."Dear who ever finds this letter and the body that accompanies it... it was not my intention or goal to end up with this life, my name is inimprtant as nobody has used it in a long time, in fact I don't even remember it... if you're wondering the name I'm oh so used to going by though is umbra, it means a time or place of little or no light. That's kinda what my life is...I was born into a house full of domestic violence and abuse, I didn't have to worry about that much though as my father was often drunk and my mother was bipolar, it made me if anything good at deception and dodging things thrown at me...it also taught me how to take a beating. If my corpse is fresh enough you may even see some of the scars from the times I didn't move fast enough...or maybe those are the ones I got from the kids at school. I don't know why they didn't like me but who cares...eventually my dad died of liver failure and my mom couldn't handle the bills, I watched through the security cameras as she killed herself that was last year. I recently found out I have to pay back their Fucken debt though...Like what the hell im 13, im not 18 why am I being told that, why haven't I been put in a foster home or an orphanage or so other place kids with out families go...Nevermind. It doesn't matter. I hope you aren't traumatized..." he stops reading a hand goes to his mouth. I tried to warn him in the i hope you aren't traumatized easily part but he just didn't listen...idiot. The boy pinning me down loosens his grip on me, and yells,"Drake why aren't you reading anymore." My not falls to the ground. He gets off me just enough to grab the paper. I take the opportunity to hit him on the jaw hard. I scamper back trying to get to the gun when the boy referred to as 'Drake' stops me. He holds me to his chest in a hug. It's so weird and uncomfortable to me. I'm not used to stuff like this. The other boy starts reading our loud now,"I hope you aren't traumatized easily, because that's not the end of this story, I want whoever finds this letter to tell the justice league they failed, tell Batman and his posey they failed me the pills they failed. If you haven't peaced it together by now let me, I got the rope from one of the justice league members, I forgot who, I got the gun from the red hood fellow that follows Batman occasionally. And I got the pills by freezing many samples of the gasses used to attempt to neutralize joker when I was kidnapped by him. That's where I spent 4 months after my mothers suicide. Batman used all these gassed. I collected bikes and froze and solidified them. I calculate 1" should kill me the rest should be back ups I case I'm wrong. Anyway. One last thing there another thing in the bag..." he stops reading,"What is wrong with you!" He screams. I tried to warn them earlier in the note. Maybe they'll let me die now. 'Drake lets me go.' Then making eye contact he says,"we can help you and fix these things." I look away,"I don't need this stuff fixed, I need to die." He shakes his head "no, we won't let that happen, we're taking you with us and we're going to stay at our manner, I already have Bruce's approval and everything." Who...what...whatever."Whatever...do as you like." They grab the bag and 'Damian' goes to carry me."I would prefer to piggy back over being carried bridal." He tt and says,"Whatever." Then I'm on his back. You see the reason is because I'm pretty sure they don't trust I won't run away and I'm pretty sure they noticed how tired I look. I just sit on his very might I say muscular back. Wow he seems about my age so what the fuck. They walk for what seems an hour and by now it's night time. I hate bugs, but they love me so as I'm warden alive, I sit there my head in the boys neck, softly crying. I mumble, loud enough to be heard by at least the first boy,"Why are you helping...me."his step falters at first,"because everyone deserves a second chance to live their own life, not their parents mistakes." These words hit me hard. I start thinking . I hope they don't disappoint me, I really don't want them to be lying. I just sit there stil sniffling. I didn't plan to live into the cold night so by now I'm freezing my ass off. The first boy lets me down and the. Picks me up holding me to his chest."it should be warmer if I carry you like this and it's probably best if you get some sleep as well." The other boy speaks up ,"yeah he's right, half the kids at the manner are nocturnal. It's best if you're thinking straight when we get there also, Bruce wants to meet you." I nod, pulling into the warm boys chest, he's very comfortable and well...I can't deny both of them are attractive.