AN: Hello all! It's been awhile. :D My last fic ended up off in a really terrible ending but this is second part to it. Jon and Amy's kid is in action now and you'll probably guess on what's going on soon. 8D
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It was when I was seventeen that I found out I was adopted. I think I knew I was beforehand but I couldn't be sure. I had blue eyes and black hair but… I was just so much different looking than my father. He was sharp as anything and I was just so thin and lanky and awkward. I could never bulk up but I was able to learn multiple fighting styles to the point when I turned fifteen, my father let me come out on patrol with him.
But—okay, anyways, what I was trying to say is that I'm adopted. And—Damn it. I was never good at sorting out my thoughts.
Anyways! My name is Harvey Wayne and my adoptive father is Bruce Wayne. He's the top dog around Gotham in the lime light and even in the darkness. He's my hero and my best friend regardless of stupid he acts when he goes in the 'batmode'.
So… Uhm. What am I trying to get at here? I've never been good at this… Erm. Uuuuhm.
Well, my father is… Crap. Sorry! I apologize greatly to the reader of this journal. This is how I know I'm not his kid and—
OKAY.
You want to even know what I'm trying to get at? There was this incident the other day. We were fighting Scarecrow - you know the walking burlap sack? – and we ended up in a decent fight until I unmasked him. Now, these days, Scarecrow has literally sown his mask tightly around the neck because we usually end up ripping it pretty bad when we beat him to hell. But this time I was able to rip it off and he was able to almost get my own cowl off and—This woman, I didn't know on who she was, I've never seen her before but she was this little mess of a blond with eyes and regular clothes and she comes screaming at 'Crow to leave me alone.
And well—I suddenly saw it. I had ripped off his mask and I was looking back at my face.
My fucking face.
How does one even begin to comprehend that? I mean, yeah, I could pass off as my dad's kid but… It scared me. It scared me and I didn't even know on what to do. Here I was, minding my own business with my fist in this old guys face for the past few years and the bastard has the gall to have the same nose and eyes and lips and…. And I could not for the life of me think.
And then nothing.
But here I am now, in my bed, curled up, writing in this damn journal because I am scared. I am truly scared because when I asked dad about it later during that night he explained on what had happened. Everyone had thought that Scarecrow was infertile but here I am, living proof that he can pro-create.
And that woman? The blonde one? She was my mother. That itty bitty thing who looked like a stray cat was my mother. Okay. That was mean. She was kind of pretty in a girl-next-door type of way but…
Can you even believe that? How the hell could he keep this type of stuff away from me? It just… It hurt. It hurt a lot.
And… And now I have a crazy dude in a burlap sack now being my father and a scrawny blond chick being my mother.
I just can't even right now. I really can't.
But now I need to go. Dad is calling me. We have a stupid party to go to tonight.
H.J.W.