BatIM Oneshots and Headcanons

goodbye [vent]

to whoever's reading this,

i'm sorry to whoever finds my body. it must've been a shock, and i dearly apologise for that. you won't have to forgive me, because i'm... y'know... dead. but please find it in your heart to forget this. just push the memory away. i've found that after time it becomes less hard.

you might be wondering why i've done this. why i've finally given up and surrendered. and in all honesty i don't think i have an acceptable answer.

i've been suffering from depression, anxiety and obsessive compulsive disorder for many years now. it's not something to be proud of. i have an awful job. my boss is a dick. my coworkers don't care about me. i take the blame for everything. i'm just the replaceable one. i barely earn enough to keep food in the fridge.

god, working in finance when you're poor is the worst. i'll even admit i considered redirecting some funds to my own account a few more times than i'm proud of. but i never did. which is the important part, but also terrible because i'll have near nothing to leave behind to people i care about.

which reminds me of the true purpose of this note.

wally,
i want you to always remember that you're special. you may be small, but you need to remember to bounce back. remember that time you told me you loved my trench coat? it's all yours, buddy. just think of me when you wear it. also jack has a huge crush on you.

jack,
i'm so proud of you, little bro. there's poetry in the far left desk drawer. it's not the best but i hope it inspires you. take the dictionaries and encyclopaedias from the bookshelf. put some chrysanthemums on my grave to thank me when you and wally get together. and there's adoption papers in the blue folder in my briefcase for when you realise you want nathaniel to legally be part of your family.

sammy,
congratulations. i wasn't the best brother when we were kids. i tried. i really did. it was hard, and i'm sorry we sometimes couldn't go out and i ruined your night by having a panic attack. i know i'm not the best at piano but there's a nearly completed composition in the green folder in my briefcase. i'm trusting you to finish it off. who knows, maybe it'll make it into a bendy cartoon one day. take care of norman, jackson and luna.

henry,
you've been so kind and inspired me so much. i'm leaving the others in your care now. i'm sure you'll start to pick things up as you go along, but try to take care of them. wally needs a hug sometimes. if jack locks himself in a room, just wait until he calms down and get sammy to help you out. don't let norman's lactose intolerance get the best of him. i love my typewriter. it's been with me since my high school years. and now i'm leaving it in the hands of someone i care deeply about.

and finally, to my lovely family.

quinn,
i'm so sorry. please forgive me for what i've done. you're barely a legal adult and yet i'm leaving your life like this. please take care of your father. he's going to be crushed. take my pocket watch, and wear it with pride. this family heirloom passed down through generations comes to you now. and please pass it on to my eventual grandkids when they come of age. please remember me as the father who watched over you, and now i'll watch from the stars.

and shawn,
i'd tell you not to cry but i know you will. i love you. that's all i can say. i'm leaving you everything financial; the funds, the accounts, the house. please make sure quinn continues to grow and become a respectable man of society. continue to push yourself to improve your art. talk to others if you feel depressed. i don't want you throwing your life away the same way i did and leaving quinn to fend for himself. i'll say it again; i love you. so, so much.

this is grantaire mckinley cohen, punching out for the final time.

and joey?

i guess you finally got what you wanted.