Abandoned
The first thing I can remember after getting shot is nothing but darkness. Wherever I am currently is alive per se since I can hear the silent thumping of a heart.
I'm stuck in a fetal position, but over time, my sanity gets stronger. I oddly don't have to eat or pee despite being motionless. minus the occasional stretch out kick every day or so.
I sometimes kick to confirm my existence. I can't comprehend as to why I ended up in this hell. What did I do to deserve this?
Did I forget to mention that the thing I'm inside is active? Like very active. If I were a normal person, I probably would've died by now. The place I'm occupying has faced random shakes. And many other things like random impacts.
I'm simply built differently, I must admit. Since I grew even with my jailer being active, I still survive everything thrown at me. The bigger I got, the more clear things got. The easier it became for me to think.
My body also seems to develop the more I grow. My previous stumps I can recognize as 'legs' have got a bit longer. My body has also gained a tiny bit more 'weight.' I can say I was feeling more whole.
Everything changed once I reached a certain point. Once I was large enough that my new 'home' felt uncomfortable, the liquids drained before I was being forced headfirst through a tight hole, my newly developed ears picking up pained yelling.
After a tortuous couple of hours, I was finally free. Unleashing my yell of fury as the person holding me dare hit me. I may not remember my past life, but I sure as hell know it wasn't normal for one to swat someone's arse.
Glaring at my attacker. A rather large man in blue wearing a mask and some gloves looks at me with his eyes squinted, he's clearly smiling.
"Congrats, miss Gordon! It's a healthy baby boy!" I can decipher what the man says since I also spoke the language in my past.
"Hand him to me..." a tired feminine voice says as I'm passed into the hands of a young woman, blue eyes and solid red hair. My eyes can't help but widen at how young she is.
'She can't be any older than 20! What the hell!' My confusion is doused by her radiant smile. But I can tell she's straining herself to smile as she stares at me.
"His name will be Thomas, Thomas Gordon..." After naming me, my new mother passes me over to the nurse as I can hear the doctor ask her a question."Miss Gordon, do you know who the father is?"
As we leave the room. I spot a middle-aged man standing just outside the door. His face seems to be crinkled in worry as he takes one look at me before rushing into the room.
'Why do I feel like I recognize that guy?' I can't help but get a nostalgic feeling when trying to remember why that old dude looked so familiar along with my new mother. Very confusing.
Every time I try to remember why they look so familiar, my mind blanks out. I will worry about that later. First, I need to access what year I'm in.
***
After a long 3 days me and my new mother and I were finally released from the hospital. She carries me around in one of those baby strap things, so I'm always strapped to her chest.
My mother is very, very active. Like I suspected in the womb. She literally beats the breaks off of two full-grown men while having me strapped to her chest.i couldn't help but laugh the entire time as she patted my head.
I got a glimpse of myself in the mirror while being carried around. I have a small patch of light red hair. Not like the ginger red but like actual red hair. Along with sky blue eyes.
The first week was peaceful. I ate, slept, and went out with my mother. That is until some black-haired pretty boy showed up.
My mom and the black-haired dude began arguing about me. "Why are you fighting crime with our son!?" The jock looking dude says as my mother scoffs and crosses her arms.
"He's NOT yours dick. He's Bruce's." My mother bites out venomously, but I can tell she quickly regrets what she said as the jock seems to have been shot in the chest. His face loses all emotion as I see his knuckles clenched so hard that blood begins dripping.
"Bruce..." Realization dawns on him about something as he storms out of the house. we reside in much to my mothers chargin as she tries to reason with him.
"Wait, dic-" he shoves past her and leaves as fast as he comes. After that, the next 3 weeks were filled with drama. This pretty boy I now know is named Dick seemed to convince my mom that he wouldn't leave if she put me up for adoption.
I wouldn't blame my mom if she caved in. She was young and could start all over. Hell, I want her to leave me for adoption so she can live her life.
***
Thankfully, that's exactly what my new mother did. She walked us through the streets of some dirt-shit part of the city we resided in. Prostitutes at every corner. Crackheads fight over food as the sky constantly rained, along with it being in a perpetual state of darkness.
After a long and painful walk through the rain, with my mother, we reached wherever she was bringing me. A large church is what I can describe the building she brought me to as I spot tears falling from her eyes. Me meeting g her gaze as I attempt to cheer her up by giggling and poking her nose. But that seems to make her sadder as she tears up even more, kissing my head before running off.
I can hear her sobs openly now as she eventually runs out of sight. If I could, I would sigh at the sight as the door to the large church opens.
"Oh my! Father! There's another child at our doorstep!" The old nun yells into the church as she picks me up gently.
"Ohhh, you must be freezing, little one. What's your name?" Grabbing the hem of My blanket, she looks at the stitching of my name. The letters spell out Thomas on it as she smiles at me sadly.
"Thomas, it is, huh? Why would someone abandon such an adorable little baby like you? Your red hair is so cute~" The old woman rubs her hand through my hair as she carries me through the building.
Many kids greet her with smiles. 1 Anissa!" A little girl greets before running off. 'Is that girl carrying coke?' I can't help but wonder as I notice her carrying a large brick of white powder.
'Shady...' I shake my head as Sister Anissa looks down to me stuffed in her bosom. "You are quite the stoic one, aren't you? I'm sure Father will love to have you working for us~" her voice is sickly sweet as she tickles me, making me let out a few giggles.
'Yeah, I think my mom dropped me off at the wrong place. These guys are crazy!' I can't help but notice the multitude of older teenage kids carrying guns and the younger kids hurrily carrying bricks of white powder.
After a minute or so, we reach a secluded door with 2 burly men standing outside of the door. Both have M16s and angry glares on their faces as they nod towards Sister Anissa and open the door.
"Anissa! Hahaha! What do we have here? Another one?" A joyous voice speaks out as sister Anissa smiles.
"This one's a smart one, father! I just wanted to introduce him to you first and foremost. I felt he would do great things~" Sister Anissa touches my nose in adoration as I stay looking at her blankly.
"Bahaha, drop the act, anissa! I know you don't care about these snot nosed brats! Tell me why this boy intrigued you?" His voice is still joyous a but a bit more serious as sister Anissas smile dissappears and is replaced by a deadly professional look.
"Little Thomas here has the gaze of a full frown adult. And according to the date on his blanket, he's no older than 5 weeks old. He hasn't even cried once while being here despite being abandoned in the cold by his mother. I feel he will be the heir you so wish to have." Sister Anissa speaks robotically as the man laughs.
"Pfft, hahaha! We shall see anissa! Give him 5 years, and then I will see if your prediction holds weight! Now go along. I have a business meeting with cobblepot in half an hour." The dark-haired man waves of anissa as she nods before walking out with me.
'So this is the start of my new life, huh...'
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ANONYMOUS22_ this is based off batman beyond 2.0 where batman got batgirl preggers our Mc(Thomas) soul was thrown into the fetuses body just before it got miscarried and he powered through.
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