I was born into a wealthy family in Gotham. His father runs a company and his mother is of noble blood. I have two brothers, a sister, and I have a pony in the backyard of the property, a purebred Italian greyhound. I have a dress closet. I have a happy life that is beyond the reach of most children, but I have a secret hidden behind tight dark curtains.
The uncle's family is shot to death in a back alley, and Crow cries at the funeral. Then Death took away the pony and pets, and I found my sister's curled up body deep in the forest. One brother died of drug poisoning: he accidentally took his father's blood pressure medicine; another brother died in bed, suffering from severe cancer. We wore mourning clothes all year round, and the day after I found my poor father broken down in his study, he died of a gunshot wound, like his brother.
I have a secret. My mother is a monster.
Bruce Wayne, the heir apparent to the family, returns to Gotham, keeping silent about his years-long absence. I was washing the blood off my hands when I heard the news, pink swirls disappearing into the pristine white pool. Very good, I said. He was just in time for my mother's funeral.
My mother is a monster. If you had seen how she consumed my life, you would understand my choice.
1. Gotham melancholy literature, suspense style. Inspired by "Identical Daughters", it is expected to be released soon.
2. The heroine's bat cousin.
Purpose: Pay attention to mental health.