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Wicked Game

Ch. 01

Y Batfam x GN Reader

Featuring: Platonic Bruce Wayne, Dick Grayson, Jason Todd, Stephane Brown, Tim Drake, Cassandra Cain, Damian Al-Ghul Wayne.

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Prologue <- Ch. 01 -> Ch. 02

Class schedule

1st period - Art

2nd Period - Maths

12:00 - 1:00: Lunch

3rd period - Biology

4th period - English

( 5:00 -> Basketball game)

<Y/N>

Cool, I’ll see you tomorrow then.

Tim stared down at his phone, unable to look away. you were just so cute.

He replayed your conversation in his head—every glance, every word, the way you copied his notes—over and over again. The fact that you were his partner? It was perfect. It practically accelerated their plans 10x.

His grip on the phone tightened. Giddy smile creeping on his face. He wanted to keep texting with you, but knew he couldn’t. He needed to be careful.

”What is so important that it is keeping you from your responsibilities?”

Tim rolled his eyes.

Damian. Snarky as ever, standing by the bat computer with the same judgemental expression he always had. He’s been pressing for updates nonstop, and throwing snide remarks whenever possible.Tim wanted to tell the family about the ‘new development’ right away, but Damian’s constant questioning made him hold off.

It’d be easier just to tell everyone on patrol. Dick would be in the city tonight, anyway. He’ll tell the whole family once everyone’s together.

Sure it’s a little selfish, but he’s not keeping it a secret forever, only a few hours.

It takes all his strength to put his phone away and get prepared for patrol. Excitement coarsening through his veins.

Damian Just scoffed and turned away in disgust.

Patrol is expected to go by without a hitch. Most of Gotham’s rogues are locked up in Arkham. The streets will be relatively quiet. Couple of rookies tonight at best. It'll be a breeze tonight.

But Tim wouldn't be able to focus tonight, not fully. His mind would be too preoccupied.

“Red Robin, Nightwing. There’s a bank robbery 3 blocks north”

Oracles' words snapped Tim back to reality. He was thinking about you again.

“On it” Nightwing spoke into the coms. Leaping off the Roof with an effortless grace making his way over. Tim was quick to follow, pushing down all thoughts of you.

“5 individuals, all armed… Be careful” Oracles voice echoed through the coms.

“Nothing we’ve never handled”

watching from the rooftop opposite of Westwood Bank, it was obvious these men were amateurs.

One was fumbling with the alarm system, cursing under his breath. Another was banging on the register, trying to force it open. The other 3 were likely in the back fumbling through the more valuable vaults.

It was very sloppy and clearly unplanned. Easy.

“Whoever takes down the most wins.” Dick smirked. The only way they’d be able to get any type of entertainment out of this was to make a game of it.

“Sure” Tim didn’t really care to win or lose but he’d figure he might as well humour Dick. It’ll make it go by quicker.

Busting through the window of the building, glass shattering in a hundred pieces. The men were slow to react, before they could even raise their guns. Dick and Tim’s batarang sliced through the air, disarming them with a clank.

The noise sent the other three into a panic. Two of them raced in guns blazing. They were clearly rushed, aim painfully sloppy.

Shots fired throughout the building, ricocheting off the walls. Dick was quick to throw one of his escrima sticks, CRACK. He knocked the smaller one out.

The bigger one hesitated for half a second, more than enough time for Tim. One swing of his Boa-staff and he was out.

Tim took a deep breath. Standing tall over the man, pride swelling in his chest. He took the biggest guy in one swing. His mind flickered back to you. What would you think of that? Would you be impressed? Tell him good job?

“TIM LOOK OU—“

Dick’s warning barely registered. Before he could even turn around.

BANG.

A noxious sting rang through his side. The impact sent him crashing to the floor.

The force left him winded. He knew his suit was bullet proof, but the pain was unbearable, a sharp fiery burn in his ribs. It was excruciating.

Dick was fast, he moved in a blur. Tim could hardly focus on him. His vision was beginning to fade. White spots clouding his vision; the pain was just too much.

He needed to close his eyes, he knew he shouldn’t.

but he did anyway.

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BEEP BEEP BEEP

The grating alarm is quick to piss you off. You smashed the snooze button, groaning. You just wanted 5 more minutes of precious Beauty sleep.

BEEP BEEP BEEP

Jesus— has it seriously already been five minutes?

With a groan you turn it off you and roll out of bed. You grab your phone to scroll through your socials as you make your way to the kitchen. You have a game today so you gotta actually eat breakfast for once— even if your options are limited.

Scanning the kitchen— seemed like cereal was your only option. You poured a bowl of ‘fruit rounds’. It tasted like cardboard but you had to eat. As you scrolled through TikTok your mind drifted back to yesterday.

Tim Drake

It was weird thinking about it, some random scholarship kid talking with the biggest nepo baby in Gotham. At least his family taught him some manners, he was nice enough to let you copy his notes. Which was more than you could say for most students. Yikes.

Finishing up with breakfast, you went about the rest of your morning routine. Packing up for the game you triple checked you didn’t forget anything. Coach would literally Kill you.

The ride to school was… odd.

Your stomach twisted and you broke into a cold sweat, it was like your first day of school all over again.

You stared out the window, trying to focus on the buzz and chatter in the subway anything to take your mind off this feeling

What would happen if you had a bad game?

The thought had been in your head since you found out about the game last week. But today it was relentless, it was all you could think of.

Bad games meant losing , Losing meant a bad season. Bad season meant.

No scholarship.

your breath hitched. This scholarship was your ticket out. Without it, you’d end up like her, like your mother. Swallowed by Gotham and everything she has to offer.

That wasn’t going to be your future.

Art and Maths go by in a flash. It’s always been hard for you to focus in class on game days.

Like always you make your way to Brandi’s locker, she’ll ease your mind.

“You look like a wreck” She raises an eyebrow, waiting for any sort of explanation “Game day nerves” you sigh feeling a wave of stress wash over you. You want nothing more than to collapse in bed. Pretend none of it’s happening.

She hums, “Ohhhh, forgot that was today” Brandi is the only one who truly gets it. Her GPA drops below 3.7? She's gone. you lose more than you win? you're gone.

She doesn’t press, instead talking about how her day was. It’s what you love about Brandi, she knows what to do.

You two go back and forth telling stupid jokes and gossip about other students.

Until you’re interrupted by a group of girls heading towards your lunch table. One girl breaks away from the group, she’s beautiful— blue eyes, shiny brown hair and flawless skin. The kind of pretty that can be bought. Expensive skin-care, hair products, the whole nine yards.

“Umm your y/n right?” She asks through giggles, the girls behind her are all whispering and laughing to each other. Something tightens in your chest. “Yeah… why?” You ask, voice quieter than you’d like.

“So like… are you like… friends with Tim now?” She hardly gets through her sentence, giggling and looking back at her friends.

“Uhh no?” You respond, with a little more confidence.

She stops laughing, her eyes narrowed “Oh!? So then why were you talking with him?” her voice is sharper.

What is with her? Is this middle school? “We’re assigned partners” you answer flatly.

“So you like weren’t passing notes with him?”

For a second you just blink at her. Why would you be passing notes with Tim Drake? You were just copying his notes.

”No”

“oh okay” She turns on her heels, heading back to her group. The giggles and side eye’s start up again.

You clench your first. This is why you wanted to avoid him— Dumb rumours, unwanted attention.

“What the hell was that about?” Brandi asks, “Why would I know?” you stab at your lunch, taking another bite of your food.

“Since when were you partners with Tim Drake?” She asked.

You froze.

If she didn’t know… How the hell did Tim get your number?

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Tim woke up in his room. Mind still foggy and body aching, from whatever happened on patrol last night.

Fuck, he missed the chance to tell everyone about yesterday.

He groaned and reached for his phone—8:20. Still breakfast time, everyone but Jason should be downstairs.

It took all his strength to make his way downstairs. It was a bad idea to be moving so soon after an injury. But he had to tell them.

His body was screaming at him by the time he made it to the dining room.

“Quite the show Drake.” Damian sneered, not bothering to turn around and face him.“Who knew you were such an easy target?”

Tim rolled his eyes. No one at the table disagreed with Damian's comment. Deep down they all knew he was right.

“What happened out there?” Stephanie raised a brow. Dick and Duke looked up, expecting an actual, reasonable, explanation.

Tim paused, the pain stinging in his ribs.

“…I was thinking about y/n” he answered honestly.

A fork clanked on a plate.

“Enough to get shot?” Damian scoffed, shaking his head. “It’s not like you even have the guts to—“

“we’re assigned partners for a project… we were supposed to work on it today after school” Tim cut him off, hand clenching at his ribs.

Everyone at the table pauses. then everyone’s staring up at him.

Even Bruce.

”We sat beside each other yesterday, they copied my notes… I even texted them last night, before patrol” He tries to sound casual, but pride swells in his chest. He’s the first person in the family to talk with you.

The family see’s through him right away.

”you texted them?” Asks Dick

Tim nods, Damian scoffs.

“And you didn’t think it was necessary to tell us?” Bruce’s voice is calm, his expression neutral. But Tim knows him—he was analyzing everything.

“I was going to tell everyone on patrol” he exclaims, hand clutching his side as he limps to his seat. “it’d be easier to come up with a plan together”

His reasoning seemed sound, but the family knew better.

“You’re not fit to go to school today” Bruce stated coldly, turning back to his meal.

Tim paused “But-“

”you’ll invite them over tomorrow.” His voice is final, he sets his coffee cup down with a quiet clink “I’m sure they’d love to meet the family.”

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Chapter 1! Although the prologue feels more like Chapter 1 than a prologue. I stayed up way too late to finish this. If you want to be added to the taglist just ask me :).

Taglist: @jjsmeowthie @crazycaoticsimp

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multilingual batkids. they learn each others languages so they can mix and match. for example:

tim in french: have you figured out how we’re gonna tell b we’re not going to that gala yet?

damian in arabic: no i thought that was thomas’ job?

duke french: me? no jason said he’d do something

jason in arabic: hey don’t drag me into this!

dick in romani: i’m gonna kill him i really i am

steph in russian: who are we killing?

dick in english: ah! nobody! wait i didn’t know you spoke romani

tim in greek: you’re an asshole

jason in english: wait my greek is rusty say it again slowly

tim in greek: you’re an asshole

jason: …. you motherfucker

cass signing: nice drawing

damian in chinese: thank you

dick yelling at bruce about something he did

jason in spanish: what language is he speaking right now?

tim also in spanish: uh all of them i think

jason: does bruce even know-

tim: no he doesn’t

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[Tim and Jason watching Dick as he fakes his death for a mission]

Tim: Man, he really is peak pretty boy

Jason: Right? Like, stop serving while you’re dying. It’s disrespectful.

Tim: For real, like, at least YOU had your priorities straight.

Jason: Exactly, I—

Jason:

Jason: Now hold up just a second—

Tim: I mean, you looked like shit when you died

Jason: THE FUCK, TIM????

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Say no to this, Bruce.

A few days ago Bruce had a fight with his sons, now he doesn't even remember why, it was probably something stupid that escalated and he didn't know how to stop it, it was probably his fault.

He was alone at the mansion, Damian was at Dick's house, Jason was ignoring him more than usual and Tim was on a case where he didn't want help, not from him at least, even Duke was away, it wasn't a good week for Bruce.

He grabbed a phone he had hidden and only took out before going to sleep alone in his room, hesitated for a few seconds and sent a message to the only number added.

His "thing" with the boy, Danny Fenton, had started four years ago, the boy was lost and Bruce found him when he coincidentally went for a walk as a civilian.

Danny was so charmed by Bruce (for some reason) that he gave him his hotel room number to keep talking about the universe, and later his home number.

Danny was a good, funny and witty kid, a very smart too, with parents who didn't deserve him because they didn't notice their son's brilliance.

Danny was a good boy with a not-so-good life, a strong, independent boy who wasn't always positive but didn't always let himself fall apart.

That's why when Danny answered his message with a call with him crying and asking for help, he could only go to his rescue without looking back, barely remembering to tell Alfred of his departure.

When he arrived he found only tragedy.

His family and friends had died, an explosion at an unfortunate time, Danny had no one in the world besides his godfather and Bruce, and he didn't want to fall into Vlad's clutches, so he was desperate.

He also told him about Phantom, and Bruce could only hug him and promise him that no one was going to find him.

The first thing that came to his mind was to take him to his mansion, Danny was like his son, it was the most logical action... except that Danny still looked up to him and trusted him a lot, and wasn't that a scary thought?

Bringing Danny to the mansion would involve many things, Danny would meet his children, which might make Danny see him differently, goodbye to his admiration and affection, goodbye to spending time "together" watching bad movies to criticize them, goodbye to quiet conversations and asking for advice, goodbye to trust.

Bringing Danny to the mansion would mean having him physically close but keeping him away in every other possible way.

"Danny doesn't want anyone else to know about Phantom." Bruce repeated to himself as he took Danny to a small, hidden apartment in Gotham, a cozy little place where Vlad wouldn't find Danny (and neither would Bruce's family).

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Odysseus: I would trade the world to see my son and wife

Eurylocus: bro

Odysseus: *sacrifices Eurylocus*

Eurylocus: bro wtf

Odysseus: you're my world bro

Eurylocus: b r o

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Fuck Freud, I'm studying about art history and that son of a bitch somehow made his way into my lessons!! Why is he everywhere!?!?

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I'd like to share a few pre-odyssey stories from Odysseus's life that I think are fun.

He didn't choose to go to war. He was drafted into the war as a general. He tried to get out of it by pretending he was crazy because he didn't want to leave Telemachus and Penelope. So, when the guys came to his castle, he was out in the field pulling a plow, with the horse behind it like the horse was driving him. And most of the guys were like, "Wow, he's totally crazy!" but the head dude was like, "No, he's tricky. We gotta see if he's actually crazy. Bring out his newborn son!" So they brought Telemachus out, and put him in the path of the plow being like "If the king is actually crazy he'll run over his son!" Odysseus didn't do it, he swerved around Telemachus, and his cover was blown, so he had to go to war.

There was a prophecy that the first soldier who set foot on the beaches of Troy during the attack would die first, so when Odysseus's army were on the boats about to attack, none of them wanted to get off, in fear of dying. Odysseus was like "okay we need to get this show on the road." so he made a big show of talking about how ridiculous prophecies were, while secretly throwing his shield down on the sand. Then he was all "I'll jump down first, to prove that it's silly!" So he jumped off the boat onto his shield, and his army was like "Wow! he landed on the sand first! We've got nothing to worry about now!" So they all jumped off, and sure enough the first dude that landed was the first to die.

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Bruce and Jason, who accidentally fix their relationship in a relative secret and distance from the rest of the family (Alfred excluded, of course), and decide to keep this fact as a secret from the rest of the family, just for fun. Because, let's be honest, Bruce is no less a brat than Jason is, he is just better at hiding it the older he gets.

Dick, sighing: Listen, I am about to invite Jason to this family dinner. And I don't care if you want it or not! And if you try to sabotage this day by your moral code lectures, I'll have a word with you! Bruce, indifferent, while messaging Jason at the same time: Mhm.

(On the other part of Manor) Tim: Honestly, I am not giving you a choice here. You will come to this dinner, Jason. Just... just ignore Bruce, alright? Jason, dramatically huffing, while liking Bruce's messages: Yeah, yeah, WHATEVER! Alfred: ...My circus. My monkey. I shall stay collected, nevertheless.

Damian: Father had been disappearing after patrols lately. I can't track him... What do we think is going on? Is he found himself a new child he plans to adopt soon? We can't get another sibling. Tim: Relax. He is probably into a new woman. Or a man. Whatever. Dick, worried: Guys, what if it is another villain or rogue? Jason, with whom Bruce spends time after patrol by munching fast food on the skirts of town: ...Lol Damian: That's not funny, Todd. Barbara, who knows everything: ...It is funny. Dick: Babs!

Tim: You know, Jason had been surprisingly chill lately. I knew he was doing better, but he stopped avoiding Manor that much. Bruce, arching his eyebrows: Alright? Tim: Do you think... maybe you two can finally talk? And fix your mess? Bruce, who just came to the cave after reading session with Jason, hiding his smile behind a sad face: I don't know, chump. It is complicated.

Dick, calling Jason randomly: Urgh, B is such a bitch! Jason, gasping: Right? Tell me about it! Bruce, sighing from his side of the couch as Jason puts The Crown show on his television: ...

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oops

the plot thickens Also omg that Ody is... WOW @bigidiotenergytm you know that i could go on forever... did you?

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Well, I did the same shit but with Odysseus, why? I was bored, that's all. What a pain in the ass to do this, everyone, no joke, EVERYONE- looks like they want to be impregnated.

(Please, take this as a joke xd)

Below I leave the names of the creators in order:

@brittpowwpixel (on YouTube)

@neal-illustrator

@duvetbox

@gwendyns2dstudios (on YouTube)

@ximenanatzel

@wolfythewitch

@mircsy

@gigizetz

@anniflamma

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Ex's and Oh's AU (Ex Wife Reader)

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✮ - Ask

𖥸 - Non Ask

⚘ - Mini fics

ᡣ𐭩 - Romantic

▫- Platonic

𖤓 - Fluff

☽ - Dark

⭑.ᐟ - Funny/meme

☂︎ - angst

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The OG Post: (Pre Ex) Wife vs Damian Breakfast Battle

My first thoughts on Ex-Wife & why she divorced Bruce

Ex Wife is the public's darling... outside of Gotham

How the batkids react to the divorce and why they kept Bruce's secret

Continuation of above, Jason did not know that Bruce was having an affair

Jason doesn't like that Damian is celebrating the divorce (might expand on)

How Selina and Talia react to the divorce + Their thoughts on Ex Wife (the start of the Yuri war)

Bruce and Selina's commitment issues (she left him at the alter, also might expand on later)

Damian is having a hard time with Ex Wife not wanting to be his mom: Part One, Part Two,

Ex Wife's gun collection posts: Part One, Part Two, Part Three (Diana gives Ex Wife magic gun),

Jason is a mama's boy: Part One, Part Two +Dick's guilt,

Dick's regret: Part One,

Ex Wife Lore & Lore I'm considering: Part One, Part Two,

Yuri Section

Selina wants a kiss

Discussing the Yuri ships

Selina x Ex Wife

Ex Wife being toxic to Selina

Talia x Ex Wife Section

How I imagine their dynamic: Part One,

Talia is trying to kill Ex Wife (she's flirting with her)

How would Damian feel if Ex Wife ended up with Talia

Diana x Ex Wife Propaganda

Jason being the #1 Diana x Ex Wife shipper: Part One, Part Two,

Diana x Ex Wife Propaganda: Part One,

Leaves of Three (Poison Ivy x Ex Wife x Harley Quinn) Propaganda

Ex Wife kills the joker for Jason and Harley is immediately smitten

Leaves of Three terrorizing Bruce

Leaves of Three Terrorizing Bruce more

My purposefully cringe ship art

Bruce x Ex Wife

Clark/Superman x Ex Wife

How I imagine their relationship+how Clark views Ex Wife

What if Clark got Ex Wife pregnant?

For the Artists

Imagine Ex Wife in this dress :)

@indefinitely-unavailable Teases Cheust with art sneak peak

@saira-matsu-stuff feeding Cheust delicious toxic Yuri ship art (Talia x Ex Wife)

Miscellaneous

Zatanna x Ex Wife (I should've added her to the Yuri war :''''))

Randomlyappearingartist's Yuri regret

Anon simping for ex wife

Anon imagines Ex Wife as Mel Medarda

Ex Wife gets edited by lesbians (with Diana)

Everyone x Ex Wife

Ficlets

Waves

Bruce takes his wife home.

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TCF #135 (S4 Start)

IT'S BACK! TCF IS BAAAAAACKKK

It feels like I took screenshots of the entire chapter lmao

Poor baby... BLOOOOD HAHAHA. Sorry, Cale. The fandom likes this look on you

Look at the poor kitties :(( they're so cute :((

Get this man some bread (and pie heh)

ChoiCale agenda is strong in this one, folks. Is that the ship name? I forgor, I went in other fandoms during the break, gotta freshen up my knowledge mhm mhm

AHHHH POOR BABYYYYYY. Cale, comfort your child, come on T^T. I mean. He literally can't do much at this point in the story, but still :(( Raon :((

HE'S CRYING, NOOOOOO :(((((

Raon is such a cute bby dragon, I just- AHHHH

This panel is so nice. Everyone has a mix of worry, panic and relief on their faces. Some more than others hahah...

(I wanna squish Raon’s cute cheeks bwjsjdjd. Ohn's expression is so adorable, as well :3)

THE ICONIC PANEL AYEEEEEE

Pls I love this pose. Dude is confused af, meanwhile everyone acting like he DIED lol

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Why do i imagine cale x batfam in this 😭😭😭

Now i wanted to read a cale x batfam fics

Hay sorry to bother you but could you please do another Gotham batfam and villains with a very powerful magical girl reader that is also shy and meek with OP power please

MOON PRISM POWER!

(romantic) yandere batfam x magical girl! reader

You never wanted this power. Nor the responsibility. Nor the the fame that came with

Unfortunately for you, the universe could be cruel at times.

It chose you—not out of kindness or fairness, but necessity. You were the only one who could bear the weight of its hopes and fears, the only one with a soul strong enough to wield such immense, unforgiving strength.

And now, as the stars burn brighter than ever before, as the shadows loom larger and darker, the choice has already been made.

You can run from it. Deny it. Curse the heavens for their indifference. But the power will remain, waiting for you to decide.

All it took was one night for the weight of it all to show

All it took was one night for the weight of it all to show. The burden you had ignored, the cracks you’d tried so desperately to hide—it all came crashing down like a tide you couldn’t hold back.

The first sign was the silence. Not the comforting kind, but a suffocating quiet that pressed against your chest, heavy and unrelenting. Then came the visions: fractured moments of a future you couldn’t understand but were certain you were meant to prevent.

And finally, the pain. Not physical, but deeper—an ache in your very soul, as if the universe itself was forcing you to feel its despair.

You tried to hold it together. Tried to tell yourself that it wasn’t your fight, that someone else—anyone else—could do it. But the truth is, no one else can.

The stars are watching. The shadows are stirring. And you… you’re caught in the center, whether you’re ready or not.

In any case! To the headcannons!

As a native Gothamite, you hated the fact that you got these flashy powers that stuck out like the sorest of thumbs amongst the dark knights and decrepit villains.

You’ve always wanted to blend in with your folks. To be a drop in the ocean. You were satisfied with that life but the ocean had other plans. It dragged you to its depths, revealing secrets you never asked for, truths you weren’t ready to face. You weren’t just a drop—you were the storm waiting to rise, the current that could change everything.

You fought against it, clinging to the life you knew. The quiet mornings. The laughter of your neighbors. The simple, mundane moments that once felt like all you’d ever need. But something inside you stirred, restless and relentless.

It whispered in your mind when you tried to sleep, tugged at your heart when you tried to forget. A pull toward something greater. Something terrifying.

You could pretend all you wanted, but deep down, you knew the truth: the life you wanted was already gone. And the one ahead? It was bigger, darker, and far more dangerous than you could ever imagine.

Damian Wayne, blood son and so called demonspawn, your opposite in all senses of the term was the first to fall into the depths of infatuation.

It wasn’t immediate, nor was it graceful. For someone raised in the shadow of assassins and forged in the fires of discipline, emotions like these were alien, unwelcome intrusions on a meticulously crafted persona. But you? You were chaos to his control, warmth to his cold calculation, and it unnerved him in ways even the deadliest adversaries couldn’t.

He hated it at first—the way his thoughts lingered on you, the way his pulse quickened when you spoke. He told himself it was a weakness, one he would crush the moment it surfaced. But no matter how hard he tried, the feelings only grew, taking root in the cracks of his ironclad walls.

Damian was no stranger to obsession, but this was different. You weren’t a target to conquer or a problem to solve. You were… light. Maddening, blinding, and completely beyond his control.

And for the first time in his life, he let himself fall. Not gracefully, not without resistance, but with the same intensity he brought to everything else—because Damian Wayne doesn’t do anything halfway.

Dick Grayson and Timothy Drake were next, both eager to find out the truth behind your identity and even more to be at your side. To bask in the light of your suffering so that they may ease their own.

For Dick, it was instinctual. He had always been drawn to broken things—not to fix them, but to share in their weight. Your quiet resilience, the way you carried your burdens without complaint (maybe because you were to meek, too weak willed to share in your thoughts and troubles), reminded him of himself in ways that frightened and intrigued him. To him, you were a mirror and a mystery, someone who made him feel seen even when you refused to be.

Tim, on the other hand, approached you like a puzzle, a thousand jagged pieces he couldn’t help but try to assemble. It wasn’t just curiosity—it was necessity. You challenged him in ways no one else did, unraveling the tightly coiled threads of his mind. He thought understanding you might help him understand himself, but somewhere along the way, it became something more. He admired the strength you tried to hide, and in his own quiet way, he wanted to protect it.

For both of them, you were a beacon—not of hope, but of something raw and unyielding, something they couldn’t turn away from. They didn’t know how to explain it, nor did they want to. All they knew was that being near you, even in your pain, made the world feel a little less cold.

Jason Todd and Bruce Wayne were the last, but certainly not the least in terms of infatuation.

For Jason, it was a storm. Fierce, chaotic, and impossible to ignore. He wasn’t one for subtleties, and his emotions had always been larger than life—rage, grief, guilt, and now this. He didn’t fall quietly; he crashed into you like a tidal wave, drawn to the fire in your eyes and the defiance in your every move. You reminded him of who he used to be, of the parts of himself he thought he’d lost in the Lazarus Pit.

But it wasn’t just admiration or connection—it was envy, too. He envied your ability to endure, to keep standing despite everything you carried. And somewhere in that envy was something tender, something he tried to deny but couldn’t help but nurture. Jason never did know how to love softly, and with you, he wouldn’t have it any other way.

Bruce, however, was a different story. For him, it was quiet. Subdued. A steady ache that he refused to acknowledge, even as it consumed him. You weren’t just another person in his orbit—you were a paradox, someone who challenged his worldview while also fitting seamlessly into it. You had your own darkness, your own scars, but instead of drowning in them, you wore them like armor. Girly, sparkly and bright.

You were proof that there was strength in vulnerability, and that terrified him. Bruce Wayne, the man who had built an empire on emotional walls and calculated distance, found himself drawn to the way you refused to let the world break you. He saw in you what he always wanted to believe about himself—that the past doesn’t have to define the future.

But Bruce, as always, kept his distance. He thought it was better that way, safer for both of you. What he didn’t realize was that the more he pulled away, the more you slipped into the cracks of his carefully constructed life.

Jason was the storm. Bruce was the quiet. And you? You were the bridge between them all, the thread that tied their disparate worlds together.

Eventually these men will band together to tie you down. Keep that light of yours in a gilded cage, only for them to gaze at and maybe share with the world if they so willed.

But for now you have your freedom

cling to it.

For it will be like the life you had before,

a fleeting, fragile thing, slipping through your fingers before you even realize it’s gone.

tldr: yeah you’re f u c k e d

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Insidious is blind inception (What's reality with all these questions?)

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Reader: I don’t know how I can pay my rent…*unbuttons blouse*

Jason: We can figure out a way…. *undoes belt*

The rest of the batfamily at game night during monopoly:

(Monopoly is no longer allowed in the manor)

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DAMN RIGHT😫😫

nothing but the truth

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Thinking about yandere! Batfamily cuz I’ve been eating that shit up vigorously on this hellsite, Buuuuut with a spin? I think? Well, if you’ve seen something similar to what I’m about to write, tell me and I’ll include a link to that for inspoooooooo.

So onwards!

Ex-fiancé of Bruce Wayne.

You and Bruce were together for a while, you knew about his vigilante secret nightlife and were there for Dick when he first came to the manor. You offered a salvation almost, a brief respite in Gotham.

However, you and Bruce were an arranged marriage set up before his parents had passed. He was only upholding it as a way to respect his parents last wishes in a sense. Plus Bruce only ever saw you as naive, sheltered and obnoxious. Dick was very wishy-washy with you too. At times, he would rely on you for the emotional support that Bruce lacked but would also spurn you for trying to replace his mother despite the fact that was not your intention. You just wanted to help a traumatised child find a space that was comfortable and safe enough that he could start to process said trauma.

So obviously, as it goes for these types of scenarios, you were alone in the Wayne manor with only Alfred as your friend, if not a stand-in father-figure. You had found out about Bruce’s other side by accident, having thought that someone was breaking in and had walked in on him stumbling to his room with Alfred’s help, still dressed in his Batman uniform. You never confronted him about that until you found out that he was taking Dick, a literal child, with him.

You had stormed into the Batcave, with Alfred’s help hehe, and began to berate Bruce for endangering a child. However, rather than listening like the sane person you had assumed he was, he blow up on you and broke you down to the most material aspect of your identity. He really honed in on your sheltered upbringing and lack of trauma, to his knowledge, and may have even acted out violently. Not towards you directly, but you know, punching the wall or throwing something against the wall nearest to you. Point taken, in your opinion.

But whilst you were doubting yourself and wanting to leave, Bruce acted like nothing was wrong and began to heavily gaslight you into believing it was none of your business and that he was only going to marry you out of obligation rather than love or emotional connection or even respect to you. So you were stuck in this scenario that if you were to leave, you would be seen as the problem. The issue. The defective one.

We may not see it in depth in the comics or cinematic universe, but like our reality, the elite are upholders of the patriarchy and are constantly obsessing over image and reputation. So if we were to apply this to our little Drabble here, then by leaving Bruce you would cause yourself and your family incredibly damaging social hurt.

You may have even turned to your mother about your concerns over this loveless arrangement but all she told you was to suck it up, and just like her situation with your father, you’ll learn to love him. But the other way round.

So you stuck with him. You learnt when he needed you to uphold his family’s name and reputation and when he din’t need you, aka for everything else. Throughout the years you were engaged to him, Dick had grown up and Jason was introduced.

See, unlike Dick, Jason took to you like a duck to water. He seemingly attached himself to you and Alfred as his rocks, but seemed to inherit Bruce’s opinion of you being naive and sheltered through observing and absorbing how Bruce treated you and spoke of you.

I can’t decide whether you finally break it off with Bruce when Jason dies or when you discover Bruce had been unfaithful, not necessarily with Taloa al Ghul and thus smeared your name in the dirt.

Let’s combine them I guess.

You obviously adored Jason and when you learned of his love for literature, you encouraged it wholeheartedly. Gifting him books upon books, so many that he could’ve started his own library if he wanted to. You dotted on him so much. And paparazzi ate it up, having hundreds upon thousands of images where you act parental towards him. Fixing his hair and clothes. Wiping his face with a napkin. Hugging him when he achieves something. Always attending his school functions. The works.

So when Bruce brings your dead baby boy’s body home, you were absolutely heartbroken. But to make matters worse, Bruce refuses to let you see Jason or say your goodbyes to him before he’s being prepped for his funeral.

That night, Alfred never left your side as your wails echoed throughout the newly emptied manor halls.

The funeral was torture for you. The paparazzi were at the gates like hunger hyenas as they demanded a statement from the Wayne estate, from you and Bruce. You were meant to be parents. You were meant to protect and love him.

Not unexpectedly, Bruce turned to drink to cope with his recent fallout with Dick, the death of Jason and the whole failure as a father thing. Whilst drunk, he starts making the moves on you. And you end up sleeping together a lot as a way to separate yourself from your grief. And as a further way to cope, you may delude yourself into thinking that Bruce actually loves you. Despite the fact that he was drunk when he spilled out empty confessions of love and desire and hope, and the fact that he never acknowledges it or you the next morning, having either left the room before you wake up or kicking you out of his room when the deed is done.

So it breaks you even further when one night Alfred tries to stop you from going to Bruce’s room but you shove past him, and slam open the door when you hear the giggles of another woman. But what you see may be worse, because there is Bruce with two other women enjoying moments of bliss so to speak.

So you turn away and head back to your room, too exhausted to cry. And you don’t know what hurts worse, the fact that he didn’t run after you or the fact that you still had a small sliver of hope that he could still love you. You spend the whole night waiting for him and hoping that he will knock on your door and explain this nightmare that you’ve been having.

That very morning you call up your personal accountant and make plans to separate your estate from Bruce’s, as well as as your family’s as you felt that they may try to financially bully you into staying with the Wayne man. Alfred seemingly knows what you’re planning and enters your room soundlessly as soon as the sun rises, wordlessly helping pack your things and leading you to the door where your chauffeur is waiting for you.

And this is where your relationship with Bruce ends.

To be honest, he wanted you to leave him. Having thought of you as a burden and in his mind, a waste of his time. So after the paparazzi and press die down, he seemingly forgot you ever existed and even went as far as having Alfred get rid of the portraits of the two of you in the manor. But Alfred keeps one, in his private chambers, the one where you looked truly happy. The one where it’s just you and Jason enjoying a simple afternoon tea on a summer evening, where the sky is as lovely and peaceful as the scene in front of the painter. Safe to say, Bruce’s father figure was insanely disappointed in him.

So, as the years go by, and as Bruce collects more and more lost souls, you live your life without him, on the opposite side of the city secure financially as the new curator of the Gotham Museum. Bruce thought you were sheltered and obnoxious, I never said you were actually that. In fact you’re quite intelligent, as your family hired the best people to teach you, but further than that, you were aware socially and culturally.

You get glimmers into Bruce’s life though. A tabloid page catching your eye, dancing around him at galas and events.

But fate being so cruel, you couldn’t avoid him and his brood forever.

It started with Damian and Jason, a duo that caused the end of your reality as you knew it.

When Jason comes back, his first thought is revenge. And because you had changed your last name (because your family disowned you), Jason had presumed you dead and sought revenge against Bruce in your honour among other things. It was when he revealed himself to Bruce as Jason that he monologues and briefly mentions you and your plight and suffering under the Wayne mantle, which causes the other Wayne children to grow curious.

Damian was the most curious. He knew of his father’s debauchery, including the love affair with Talia, yet this name had never come up in conversation with Bruce. It doesn’t take too long for Damian to profile you and know everything the media knew. Yet this wasn’t enough for Damian to become Yandere. Alfred had a hand in that, accidentally or not. He was lightly scolding the younger boy for bad social skills and physically fitting with his older brother Tim and made the mistake to leave Damien in his chambers, in a private living room whilst he made a quick escape to the Batcave to grab a first aid kit. Damien being the nosy little shit he can be, was curious and couldn’t sit still so he explored the mild mannered butler’s abode. And that’s where he found the portrait, in a smaller office-like room, above the mantle piece.

He only ever saw your reserved, almost sullen face through the media and hardy ever saw the light in your eyes in such pictures. Yet the artist of this painting seemingly caught the galaxies swirling in your eyes, the sunshine in your smile, the content in the wrinkles across your face as you lay Jason’s head on your shoulder. Something stirs within Damien, envy maybe, greed too. All he knew was that this was what he craved from his mother, his father, even his grandfather. Unadulterated affection and love, one that dismisses blood relations and fully envelopes an estranged as one’s own. He wonders, just briefly, would you embrace him like this too?

The thought stays with him. Builds inside of him, brick by brick to create something he couldn’t comprehend. And slowly he begins to seek your echoes in the Wayne manor, not being shy to ask his father or Alfred about you. He’s chasing your ghost.

Tim notices a change in Damien, and quickly makes the connection when his younger brother asks after you one too many times at the dinner table and begins to ponder your existence as well.

That’s all I have at the minute but I have really been fermenting this idea that an ex-fiancé of Bruce is pulled unwillingly back into the fold by people that they haven’t even met yet, who adore them without ever meeting. Who force the reader to take on the parental role, even if they abandon their father in the process or inevitably drag him into the chaos and hand him a goblet of obsession to sip at or chug at his leisure.

Ooof that was a lot. Lemme know if you want anymore but I’m back now, and I’m slowly catching up to all my requests. Currently i have about 10 done with 20 ish left to do. Won’t post them until they’re all done though.