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ραят/¢нαρтєя 5

Master list

The title will keep changing again and again

As Y/n and the blonde woman walk around the place, talking about their unborn children.

Kusuriuri is stressing out in some other place, having to keep an eye on the other two people with him.

With Y/n and the blonde woman, they somehow end up in the same room once again. The woman peeked inside.

"It's gone..." She said,

"What's gone?" Asks Y/n as she looks at what the woman is looking at. There she saw her husband's scales.

"Nothing..." She replied. Y/n continued looking at her husband's scales while picking one up and trying to balance it on her pregnant stomach as a joke. She giggled to herself when it balanced on her.

Then, she heard the woman gasp, and she turned around to see what she saw. But she saw her walking away, so Y/n quickly caught up to her.

With Kusuriuri

"This room was made as an offering to the dead." Said the old woman to Kusuriuri.

"What do you mean by offering?" asked Kusuriuri. His eyes were still focused, staring at the 'wall'

"It was all I could do for them..."

"All you could do?" It was as if Kusuriuri was a page being turned.

The scales had moved, too, and time feels so slow.

"This house was a brothel."

Just as the lady finished speaking. The scene changed into the very same room Y/n and the blonde woman were in.

"Where is this, ma'am..." He was holding out his 'sword'

"This is an abortion room, it's a grave for all the children produced."

Kusuriuri stays silent, listening to the woman speaking.

"We were just helping them." The old man now looked like the younger version of her, looking back at Kusuriuri.

"What's wrong with that?" As she finished saying 'that', Kusuriuri was surrounded by the dolls. His eyes widened, then suddenly they were gone.

Back to Y/n

It seems like she and the blonde-haired woman have been separated.

Y/n was looking around the room, then she heard hissing. As she looks down, there is her snake.

"You silly little snake! Where were you when I needed you!" She took out a talisman and put it on the snake. (The same one Yushiro from Demon Slayer used on the cat) "Go...find Kusuriuri and say I'm trapped here, ok?" The snake hisses in response and slithers away.

As Y/n walks away once again, she hears screaming. So she quickly ran towards the sound, only to be locked in some kind of room. It was dark, and she couldn't see clearly. But she can hear the blonde-haired woman and the old lady talking.

She pounced on the shoji. Repeatedly hitting it and trying to open it. However, it's not a normal shoji.

It was a very hard one...as if it wasn't made from wood, but metal. As if...

'It was just like a wooden door, the one modern times uses...'

To top off the darkness, she heard children giggling, making her feel goosebumps as they got closer to her. She quickly turns around to face the 'children', only to get pushed by them.

"Ah!!" Her scream echoed through the room she was pushed into. Kusuriuri sees his wife getting pushed and quickly saves her.

As the 'children' became a mononoke. Kusuriuri quickly puts his wife with the blonde-haired woman behind the wall of his talisman.

"Darling, careful!!" She shouted at Kusuriuri.

"Kusuriuri..." The woman mumbled.

"Those tied to this room were killed when this was a brothel..." Answer Kusuriuri to the other two.

"A child's emotion..." Ting the swords let out a sound as if it agreed with Kusuriuri.

"That's too cruel... darling, please help them..."

"I'm trying... but with the children not cooperating...I just need the regret, only one more..."

"If it's about children, then you should do what asian moms love to do! There's a different choice! You can use belts, slippers, or even the remote control! Eh--"

Kusuriuri and the blonde woman right now: "👁️👄👁️"

"Heh, ignore what I'm saying..." Y/n looked down while covering her face with her hands from embarrassment.

Kusuriuri shook his head and smirked at his wife rambling, though he seemed to wonder...what do belts, slippers, and a remote control mean? Guess he needs to find it out later.

Ehem, back to the situation.

"Stop it! What did those children do to you!" The sound of the blonde woman talking makes Y/n lift her head and look at her.

"Those mononoke wish to burst forth from your belly!" Said Kusuriuri

"Then it just wants to live in this world!"

"But it cannot!"

Seeing their interaction makes Y/n feel dizzy.

As the mononoke gets wilder, Kusuriuri is having a harder time holding it.

"Come here, I will give birth to you as well," said the blonde woman. Both Y/n’s and Kusuriuri's eyes widened.

"No, you cannot!" Y/n disagreed with the woman's choice.

As the woman's words reach the mononoke, it turns into the children.

Kusuriuri gasps softly. Y/n clings to her husband's back. The woman looks at Y/n and smiles, "I'm sure...you understand, right? I mean...what kind of mother abandons their children?

"You wish to give birth to those mononoke?" Kusuriuri asked, his hand reaching to hug Y/n’s waist, pulling her close to him.

"Those who're within my womb are my children," the woman smiles as she slowly walks towards the mononoke.

"Stop it, you’ll get sucked by them!" Kusuriuri warns her.

"I will give birth to my child, that's all I want." As she finished her sentence, she ripped the talisman off her belly. What a surprise, she started to bleed.

The woman's eyes widened in shock. "Why! Just why!"

Kusuriuri just frowned at her. "K-kusu--" as he heard Y/n call out to him, he saw Y/n in pain. She collapsed on him. Holding her stomach in pain.

"Y/n!!" He quickly catches her and holds her. "Hang in there, alright, just a little more! I--" ting, before he can finish his sentence, he heard the sword make a sound. Sadly, he has to put Y/n aside, with just luck, the snake Y/n sent to look for him slithers inside as if he wasn't late.

"Stay with her... please," the snake hisses as if agreeing.

As Kusuriuri’s other self destroyed/killed the mononoke, Y/n was still in pain.

Finally, with one final slash. The mononoke has been killed. Kusuriuri’s other self slowly walks towards Y/n and picks her up bridal style and brings her back to their room. He gently places her down there and kisses her.

"I'm sorry I'm late, please forgive me, dear."

Y/n, who was in pain, suddenly feels like all the pain has been released, and she looks at Kusuriuri’s other self and smiles.

"Is that a 'thank you' gift or a 'hello' gift?" she chuckled. "Both of you can see I’m heavy with our child...what could go wrong?"

As they both smile at this, Kusuriuri just watches in jealousy. Even when they are technically the same person, he still can't help feeling jealous.

As for the woman...she was sleeping soundly after the effects.

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ZASHIKI-WARASHI ARC HAS FINALLY FINISHED!! THANKS FOR READING AND SORRY LATE UPDATE.

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Bad news...I have been rewritten batfamily x nezuko-like reader for about 6 times already! Ugh... anyone wanna give me ideas?

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Bat 𝘧𝘢𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘺 𝔵 ꂚꍟꁅ꒒ꍟꏳ꓄ 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳 ꉣꍏꋪ꓄ 6

𝚂𝚑𝚘𝚛𝚝 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝'𝚜 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚎.

Warning!! : mentioned of 🍇, details on death! And so on.

Meanwhile at the Manor. A certain someone hasn't slept yet. He is wide awake with coffee all around him. 

That person is none other than…

Tim Drake

He stayed up all night to investigate about the death. Here's what he found :

1.The attacker attack random people 

2. He/she/they apparently only take some part as what the previous news said.

3. They avoid children or baby or toddler anyone below 18 apparently.

Now the question is…who is the killer?

Tim wonders what their motive is. As he digs deeper he realizes some pattern. Apparently the killer didn't work alone. They work in groups but! The killer or should he say killers only lead the real attackers…

“You guys must be confused. Let me explain.” As Tim looks at the imaginary camera he prepares his slideshow.

“Here's the first one,” he pointed at the slide.

“The first happened in Gotham city about a year ago. A week after we arrived in Japan and started our training. The attack is on a drunken man named [Random name]. He is an abusive husband to his wife but a kind father to his kids. The attackers apparently attack him from above.”

Tim presses the next button to show the imaginary camera about the second slide. The second slide shows the man's body being torn to shreds. Then he shows a close up face of the man with half his face missing. His leg being bitten off.

“Not only that, it is also said that this man has r@pe a lot of women before.” Tim looked at the man's face.

“Tch, he deserves to die to be honest.” He sighs.

From the vent in his room. Jason can be seen with his mask on, probably just returned and decided to avoid Bruce by using the vent. He saw how Tim was speaking to his imaginary camera. 

“I swear he went nuts from not having his coffee for a year…” Jason commented when he saw Tim handing out some paper to his imaginary viewers. 

“No wonder sensei forbids Tim from drinking coffee. But now I really wish sensei didn't do that.

“You!!!” Tim suddenly shouted. Making Jason flinch thinking he got caught when he slowly looked down through the vent hole. He saw Tim pointing at his empty chair.

“Great idea!!” He gave a thumbs up to the chair.

Jason right now : 😯 → 😨 → 😯 → 😱

“I swear he needs to drink his coffee as if it were drugs…” Jason quickly crawled away from the vent.

Timeskip 

Tim decided to investigate the cases by himself. Stupid if I may ask. He is walking in an abandoned warehouse. This is what he will do if he didn't drink his daily ‘dose’

“I swear the crime scene is here” he mumbled to himself. Tighten the coat around him because the air suddenly feels chilly to him.

“Geez…why the hell it suddenly when col—” before he could react, something hard slammed on him. Making him cough out blood.

“Ugh! Mother father!! What the hell is that?!” He quickly stood up and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth.

The ‘thing' started to stand to its full height and damn!!!

“....f*ck…” he quickly ran. ‘Demon literally arrived whenever I forgot to bring my katana!! Perfect!! Just perfect Tim Drake!! You f*cking stupid!!’

He curses at his own stupidity despite sensei always reminding him of his katana.

As Time ran he can hear the demon getting closer and closer making him more panicked. He turned around a corner and slipped into a big box which came out of nowhere and hid inside. 

He uses his phone to activate his drones to bring his katana to him. (We all know he's going to do that he's smart for a reason)

He stayed there for about an hour. Yes, an hour because the demon is so stupid it forgot to check the box scattered around it.

That was until he heard—-

“Mist breathing : Fourth Form: Shifting Flow Slash!!!” 

A demonic shrieking reaches Tim's ears. He quickly spoke a little and was shocked to see Dick Grayson there. In his Nightwing suits

He quickly jumped out of the box.

“NIGHTWING!!!” “AGHH” managed to scare the poor Nightwing. 

“YOU! WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE!!” 

Tim just stared at him. “I should be asking you? Aren't you supposed to be in Bludhaven?” 

“I am then I received a signal from Alfred”

“Wait…now that I think about it…where's my katana!! I asked Georgia (drone name) to send it to me!!!”

“So Alfred is right…sadly your katana has been kidnapped”

Dick face rn : 😔

Tim reaction : 😧 

“By whom!!” “By me!!!” He proudly exclaimed while pointing at himself.

SLAP

Yeah, Nightwing got slapped. “Why do you do this!!” He sobbed.

“Mother f*ckers why you take my katana!! Don't you have your own!!” 

“Well…..” Dick avoids his gaze.

“Di— Nightwing….where is your katana”

“Well…..” 

“WELL WHAT!!” “I LEFT IT AT WALLY PLACE OKAY!!” 

“HOW THE HELL DID YOU LEFT IT!!”

“I WAS JUST SHOWING IT OFF AT HIM!!”

“F*CK YOU DICK!!” 

he gasps. Tim was stunned before he quickly snatch the katana and behold at the katana case was indeed his name 

T.D 

“you bi—--” okay that's enough cursing for this chapter.

T.B.C

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By: Flares Emily 

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Good news!!

I got my motivation back and I'm ready to write the new chapter 😉 if you have some ideas you can tell me about it 😉😉

I already start a little about the new chapter yesterday and I already have the end. Hopefully I can make the story in about 10 chapter or 11 chapter.

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Oh my precious pookies~🫂 I have some bad news. I'm having what people call it a writer block and it sucks....I hate it. If u guys are so kind. Please give me a few days to think of a new idea...I might just continue writing mononoke new chapter as the story follow the anime and not original ideas...

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I'm bored and I'm having a writer block...

Ask me here

I don't know if u guys can open it...try it I wanna see if it works out. You can ask questions anonymously. Don't worry I won't know who you are unless you told me.

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bAt fAmIlY X nEgLeCtEd rEaDeR ᴘᴀʀᴛ 5

ωαяηιηg : мєηтιση σƒ вσ∂у ραят, мιgнт вє α вιт gσяє. мαкє уσυ gυуѕ υη¢σмƒσятαвℓє.

- I just found out that the cat's picture above is called the header. Well technically for pictures that are rectangles. Like the pic above

𝙼𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝 : Part 4, Part 5 (right now)

It's been a year since they stay in Japan (force to stay) now they finally return to Gotham (where the real story begin~) 

“Finally!! No more slaying demons! No more staying late at night and waking up at 4 am!!” Jason shouts as soon as he's inside.

“Big brother welcome home” y/n greet them with a smile. (That didn't reach her ears)

“N/n~ my baby!!” Dick exclaimed and hugged her. Squeezing his cheeks with her. She just pushed him away. “You know I don't like hugs…so please stop doing it” y/n ‘gently' remind them.

“Oh! I make food for you guys~ Alfred help me with it." She smiled and led them to the dining room. 

Inside a lot of dishes lay there with sparkles on them. They drool at the sight and quickly take their own seat at the table.

“Well let's dig in!!” Dick said. 

As they ate they didn't notice the smiling y/n who's holding an empty pack of ‘something' inside. “Sleep tight my brother…tonight you will be very tired” she chuckled to herself. 

At night 

Truth to her words. The brothers feel incredibly tired that night. Right after they bath and so on they feel their eyes droopy. 

Damian yawns while carrying o/n. As he gently put her down. She crawled out looking for him. “I'm sorry o/n I haven't told the others about you. I'm very tired…weird as if I'm being drugg—” as he said that he immediately fell asleep. Soft snoring can be heard from Damian.

O/n just stare at him unblinking. She crawled under his arm and wrapped it around her. Then she turned towards his chest and cuddled closer. ‘This is nice. I wish they love me again’ 

In the morning 

News about the death of a family of 3 was all over the TV,phone and so on. Bruce just stares at the screen. Dick, Jason, Tim and Damian just woke up from their slumber. 

“How did this happen? I swear there wasn't anything when I patrolled last night.” Bruce mumbled.

Tim who saw this rubs his sleepy eyes and looks at the TV.

“---- it is said that the body is being torn to shreds by an unknown entity—” his eyes widened.

“What do you mean torn to shreds!!” Tim gets closer to the tv while his eyes widen open. “This is exactly like the demon I killed back in Japan! How can this happen!”

“How would you know if it's a demon? Any serial killer can—-”

“Torn to shreds Jason…torn.to.shred.” before Jason can reply to Tim. The reporters said something that caught their attention.

“----- it is also said that the body was eaten in some parts. The hearts, liver and eyes are missing when the doctor performs surgery on them. Some important parts of their bodies, mainly the one that went missing.Not only that, this isn't the first time that has happened in Gotham City.”

“What does she mean by ‘this is not the first time’?” Ask Damian.

They all look at Bruce.

“I—-”

“----I believe this is the 87th time that this serial killer has struck for a year. The question is, why did the same part go missing? Who is this serial killer? And what is his or her motive? Stay tuned for the next update.” and that's how they all went silent 

“87th time!!!” They all shout. They didn't notice the figure who's watching them from behind, hiding behind the wall and smirking at their reaction.

‘soon~ very soon~’ the figure giggles and disappears.

The same night 

Damian is brushing his teeth when he hears shuffling. He peeked outside his bathroom and saw o/n standing with her original height.

He goes back inside and finishes his business and walks towards her. “Hey? What's wrong” Damian asks her.

“Mhmm…..”(demons) 

“Demon? There's a demon in Gotham?” She nods. “Let's go then! I call the othe—” 

“MHMMMHM” (WE MUSTN'T ALERT THE OTHER!) 

“But they are my brothers!” 

“Mhmhmmmh” (it can alert the demon and possibly kill them so let's act alone)

“Fine…I will prepare myself.” 

As soon as Damian was done. Both of them escape using the window. They walk in Gotham Street. O/n sniff around and manage to detect one of the demons. 

“Mmhmm!” (This way Dami!!)

She runs towards the direction and Damian follows suit. 

As soon as they arrive. The demon already ate the human there. All that is left is the remains of the ‘human’. 

“꒯ꏂ꒒꒐ꉔ꒐ꄲ꒤ꇙ ꋬꃳꇙꄲ꒒꒤꓄ꏂ꒒ꌦ ꒯ꏂ꒒꒐ꉔ꒐ꄲ꒤ꇙ! ꋬꇙ ꏂꉧꉣꏂꉔ꓄ꏂ꒯ ꁝ꒤ꂵꋬꋊ ꓄ꋬꇙ꓄ꏂ ꃳꏂ꓄꓄ꏂꋪ!! ꁝꋬꁝꋬꁝꋬꁝꋬꁝꋬ” the demon said with its mouth full

O/n growl at the sight of the Demon. The Demon WHO hear this turn around.

“ꂵꋬꋪ꒦ꏂ꒒ꄲ꒤ꇙ! ꋬꋊꄲ꓄ꁝꏂꋪ ꒯ꏂꂵꄲꋊ! ꉔꄲꂵꏂ ꁝꏂꋪꏂ ꍌ꒐ꋪ꒒! ꒐ ꉔꋬꋊ ꍌ꒐꒦ꏂ ꌦꄲ꒤ ꓄ꁝ꒐ꇙ ꒒ꏂꊰ꓄ꄲ꒦ꏂꋪ—-”

O/n run toward the demon and kick him. Judging by the voice it's a male. 

—----

The battlefield was chaos—shattered stones, splintered trees, and the stink of sulfur and death clinging to every breath.

The demon loomed over them, massive and wild-eyed, mouths on its arms screeching in different voices. Its tongue lashed like a whip, its claws already stained red from the kick impact. 

But Damian Wayne didn’t flinch.

He stood tall, katana glinting blue beneath the moonlight, calm in the storm.

“Stay behind me,” he muttered.

A soft growl answered him. O/n.

He didn’t look back—you were already moving.

She dashed past him in a blur, her eyes glowing crimson, clawed fingers extended as she slammed into the demon’s chest and kicked off its face, flipping gracefully back to Damian’s side.

“Tch.” He smirked slightly. “I said behind me.”

She huffed, crouched low and feral, but her smile peeked through the muzzle.

The demon roared, lunging.

Damian exhaled—focused.

“Water Breathing. Third Form—Flowing Dance.”

He spun forward like a current unleashed, blade sweeping low and then high in a graceful arc, water trailing behind the motion like a living thing. He cut through one of the demon’s mouths mid-scream, flipping over its back with fluid precision.

As the beast stumbled, she followed, charging with unnatural speed.

CRACK!

Herr claws pierced its leg, and with a shriek, you ripped the limb off, kicking away before the corrupted blood could splash her. 

“ꍌꌦꋬꋪꍌꁝꁝꁝꁝ!!”

The demon swung wildly, but Damian was already there—his blade slicing through the arm mid-attack.

“Focus!” he barked. “It regenerates!”

“꒐ ꅐꄲꋊ'꓄ ꒒ꏂ꓄ ꌦꄲ꒤ ꅐ꒐ꋊ!! ꒐ ꅐꄲꋊ'꓄! ꒐ ꅐꄲꋊ'꓄!!!” The demon roared. 

She nodded quickly, eyes narrowing.

He dove forward again, faster this time.

“Water Breathing. Fifth Form—Blessed Rain After the Drought.”

His sword struck true—clean through the neck in a single, merciful strike. The demon let out a final hiss before crumbling to ash.

Silence fell.

Damian panted lightly, blade still raised.

She padded forward on silent feet, sniffing the air—cautious. But the threat was gone.

Finally, Damian turned to her. 

“You held back,” he said bluntly. “You could’ve torn it in half.”

She blinked at him, then nodded once.

He looked away. “Thank you.”

She blinked again—surprised.

“…For not going too far,” he added, sheathing his blade.

She smiled behind her muzzle, and for just a moment, he let himself return the look.

“Come on,” he said, already walking away. “More reports of demons nearby. You’re not going back in the box yet.”

And this time, she didn’t argue.

She just ran beside him, her shadow and his blade moving in perfect sync beneath the silver moonlight.

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ᵦᵧ : ғʟᴀʀᴇs ꏂꂵ꒐꒒ꌦ

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Oh no....I forgot to post 5...give me a few hours Kay I need to decorate part 5 first 🙃

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I will post the part 5 of neglected reader tomorrow or the day after tomorrow. Currently at my place it's 9.12 pm so.....

Stay tuned for the next part 😁

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ᑲᥲ𝗍 𝑓𝑎𝑚𝑖𝑙𝑦 𝓍 ñêglꢆ 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 4

𝔹𝕪 : 𝙵𝚕𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚜 𝙴𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚢

𝕹𝖊𝖟𝖚𝖐𝖔 ᒪᓍᓍᖽᐸᗩᒪᓰᖽᐸᘿ 𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓭𝓮𝓻

ᴍᴀsᴛᴇʀ ʟɪsᴛ, ᴘᴀʀᴛ 3, ᴘᴀʀᴛ 4 (ʀɪɢʜᴛ ɴᴏᴡ)

It's midnight now. They all wear their ‘uniform' for demon slayer as sensei said.

“Here each one of you take this wisteria poison, use it only when in danger” is what sensei advice them which they nodded.

An hour later

“Ugh why did we leave y/n? Can't we just hurry up? This box is heavy!” Damian complained while adjusting the box handle(?). 

“Relax demon spawn, we just need to find the demon and kill it.” Jason replies while patting the box. 

Shuffle shuffle

He heard a soft shuffling sound inside. He just stared at it. “Meh” he shrugged.

A few hours later 

They finally found a traditional house. When they knock no one's there. Dick being the oldest got voted out to check on it. Using his Nightwing skill. He jumped and landed on the rooftop inside the house. It was filled with blood everywhere. Dick covers his nose because of the smell.

Tim slowly pushes open the door. Jason gets ready with his gun. He put his katana on him.

Then suddenly Damian fell inside a dark void. 

“Damia—-” before Dick can reach out Damian already falls deeper.

Half an hour later

Damian stood alone in the clearing, chest rising and falling in quick, shallow breaths. Moonlight filtered through the trees, casting eerie shadows across the forest floor.

He was bleeding—from his shoulder, his side, and a shallow slash along his jaw—but his sword remained steady in his hands. Across from him stood three demons. Identical. Snarling. Mocking.

“I don’t need backup,” Damian growled to himself, narrowing his eyes. “I am enough.”

He lunged first, slicing through one demon—only to have it vanish like mist. Another struck from the side. He blocked just in time but stumbled. A third demon roared from behind, claws raised—

And then—

CRACK!

The wooden box on his back exploded outward in a blur of motion and splinters.

A figure burst from the wreckage—you. Scarred free on your face.

Small. Barefoot. Eyes glowing faintly. A muzzle over your mouth. You launched through the air and slammed into the demon with monstrous strength, sending it flying back into a tree with a sickening crunch.

Damian rolled, staggered to his feet, sword still raised—but stopped cold.

You crouched in front of him like a shield, low to the ground, growling softly, eyes locked on the recovering demons.

“…There’s someone inside the box?” Damian blinked. His grip on the sword tightened. “Who are you?”

You glanced back at him.

Silent.

Still.

The muzzle clamped your voice down, but the emotion in your eyes flickered—apology? Worry? Fear?

Then—

You turned back to the ‘shattered’ box. Which almost get shattered.

And quietly climbed back inside.

“…Tch.”

Before Damian could react further, a figure crashed down beside him—Jason, firing off demon-suppressant rounds from custom-modified pistols.

“Little D, you good? Thought I saw you almost get skewered,” he called, voice laced with concern.

“I had it under control,” Damian snapped, never taking his eyes off the demons.

“Sure,” said Tim, flipping down beside him from a tree branch. “That box of yours just so happened to come with a demon girl guard dog?” Tim saw how the unknown girl came out from the box

“She’s not a demon,” Damian snapped. “She saved me.”

Then Dick landed behind him with an acrobatic flip, eyes flicking to the shattered box, then to Damian’s tense posture. “So… wanna explain why you’re carrying a muzzled girl in a box?”

Damian looked away.

“She’s… mine. Sensei give her to me remember”

The others blinked.

Jason raised a brow. “Yours?”

“I don’t know who she is,” Damian muttered. “But she saved me. That’s enough for now.”

“…Creepy,” Tim muttered.

“Suspicious,” Jason added.

“But kind of adorable,” Dick said with a grin.

The demons shrieked and regrouped—but this time, it was four vigilantes standing between them and their prey. And one girl in a broken box, watching from the shadows.

And Damian—glancing back over his shoulder at you—stood just a little taller.

He had backup now.

From blood.

From family.

And from you.

And only if he knew it was you [name]

Next day 

All fours of them fell asleep as soon as their body hit the pillow. Turns out another demon attacks them luckily it's a new turn demon so they haven't yet discovered their blood demon arts thus making them easy to kill.

As the morning comes. Damian being the one who wakes up first and walks toward the box. He knocks on it and hears some shuffling inside. Then he noticed that the ‘door’ was not locked so he quickly opened it. 

Inside, a small girl is sleeping peacefully. She's hugging her own knees. Damian just smiled at her. Then, the little girl opens her eyes and stares at Damian. Her pink eyes stare at him. Damian feels a sense of deja vu when he looks at her. 

“What's your name?” He asked her. She looks at him and looks around for something to write. Damian searches for some paper and a pen then hands it to her. She took it and wrote. 

“O/n? That's your name? Damian ask while looking at the name

O/n = other name/fake names/nickname

“Nice to meet you? Did sensei know about this? I mean you inside this wooden box?” she nodded. 

“That's good then let's eat. And why the muzzle” Damian reaches for the muzzle and to get his hand slapped away by her. 

“Sorry” 

“mmhmmhm” (you're welcome) 

Thus, Damian leaves her inside his room and goes down stairs to eat dinner with his siblings. They were laughing and talking while you heard them from upstairs. 

Luckily her new look doesn't get recognized by Damian. Her eyes started to get teary and she cried. The muzzle stopped her from making much noise but we can still hear the sobbing sounds. 

Downstairs, all the boys and Bruce along with y/n were talking to each other about their daytime activities. Alfred serves them their breakfast. Dick making some jokes. Jason commented how down it was. Tim just observing and laughing along. Damian gives them some snarky comments. Y/n being their ‘precious’ sister smiles along with them but her smile doesn't reach her ears. 

But instead her eyes glow blue for a second before returning to normal when she laughs along with them. 

Why does her eyes glow? Who is O/n? Is she a threat? Where's [name]? Is she safe? Who is sensei once again. What does he want? If only they knew her reflection doesn't reflect a girl but a man.

 

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ʙʏ : 𝔣𝔩𝔞𝔯𝔢𝔰 𝙀𝙢𝙞𝙡𝙮

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𝚃𝚊𝚐𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝 :

@darktrashpoetry @fortunatelydifferentqueen @floathyblues @kyuumeee @bunniotomia @sirenetheblogger @seemeee3 @luffypixie

[flaresemily]

ɮǟȶ ʄǟʍɨʟʏ Ӽ ռɛɢʟɛƈȶɛɖ ʀɛǟɖɛʀ քǟʀȶ 3

ղҽzմkօ-líkҽ ɾҽαժҽɾ

mᥲs𝗍ᥱr ᥣіs𝗍 : ⍴rᥱ᥎і᥆ᥙs :⍴ᥲr𝗍 2 ᥴᥙrrᥱᥒ𝗍 : ⍴ᥲr𝗍 3

It's been two weeks. Two weeks! They have been training nonstop. In the daytime they train with ‘Sensei' and at night they go patrol as usual. The only thing different is they can't go back to the manor. Bruce doesn't allow it as long as they still have training to do.

“Ugh Timmy~ can we go shopping?” Y/n ask him. As he practiced his swinging. His eyes shine brightly because that means he can get out of this hell.

“Sur—” “he's not allowed to go out. Not now, not ever," Sensei replied. He's just sitting there drinking his black tea. There's one thing about ‘Sensei' that Tim is curious about.

Why does he love black tea?

Why does he call himself ‘Sensei'.

What is his real name?

Why does he always stay at a darker place whenever it's daytime?

Why do Conner and Jon seem to be the favorites?

and last but not least.

Why is ‘Sensei' so pale? Like incredibly pale?

He snaps out of his thoughts when y/n grumble. Weird. When did his little sister start to become a brat?

Shuffle shuffle

He heard from the room next to him. The ‘house’ he's living in is the same concept as a Japanese house. He wondered why. Seeing his sensei wearing a yukata. He wondered why.

“Ugh when will this end!” Jason who just returned from ‘climbing’ the mountains signed tiredly. He and Dick were ‘sent to climb the mountains’ from sunrise. And it's already sunset!

“It just a mountain? Why are you so worked up” Damian rolled his eyes.

“Just a mountain? JUST A MOUNTAIN!” Jason shouted. “YOU DON'T KNOW THERE'S A F*CKING TRAP THERE!”

Thwack!

A wooden sword hit Jason at the back of his head. “Who the f*ck did that!” As he turns around he flinches. Behind him ‘Sensei' stands while holding up a traditional Japanese umbrella which covers his face. (Until now they still didn't know sensei face)

“You can leave—

he started

And they all listen.

----if you can beat me” he finishes. “Deal! Let's do this!” Jason says. He gets ready with his wooden sword.

They bow towards each other and finally their sword clashes. Creating a big wind blow.

Shuffle shuffle

Tim heard it again from the direction of the same room.

He glanced at it and returned his attention back towards the fight.

“Come on Jason! Use your breathing!!” Dick cheer him up.

“Wind breathing : first form : dust whirlwind cutter!” Right after Jason said that. They all could feel the slight pressure in the wind. And—-

Whoosh!

Thud

Jason got knocked down. “Your breathing is still sloopy. How can you help Bruce in Japan like this?” ‘sensei’ scolds Jason who's groaning. “Damn that hurt old man”

At night

‘Sensei’ walks inside the very room that makes noise. Inside he saw a figure biting her arm preventing her from eating the meat he prepared for her.

“You must eat… you are starving yourself”

He pushed the food toward the figure. The figure immediately slapped it away.

“I̶ r̶a̶t̶h̶e̶r̶ d̶i̶e̶ s̶t̶a̶r̶v̶i̶n̶g̶ t̶h̶a̶n̶ e̶a̶t̶i̶n̶g̶ t̶h̶a̶t̶ m̶e̶a̶t̶!̶” the figure said. The figure suddenly started to shrink in size becoming a kid. Their bright pink eyes glow in the dark. Their mouths are dirty with their own blood. And the arm which they bite? It instantly heals itself.

Sensei just looks at her and walks away. As he closed the door he looked at the figure one last time. Memorizing it's face.

Morning

Apparently sensei let them rest cause he has work to do. Meaning…

No training = can go out

So they did. Y/n who hear this quickly get ready with her dress and makeup and so on.

Sadly Tim couldn't go out. His reason is

“Sorry guys I got a stomach ache” y/n just grumble. She Ignores him and clings to Jason. “Come on let's go~ it's been a long time since you guys spent time with me~” she whined.

They all nodded and bid Tim goodbye. As soon as they are out of sight he quickly walks towards the room.

He gently gets closer and places his ear to the ‘door’.

Shuffle shuffle thud!

He heard something like clothes shuffling around before falling down with a soft thud.

He quietly open the door. Before he could peak inside…

“BOO”

Someone jumpscare him from the back making him let go of the door. As he turn around.

“Conner f*cking Kent!! Stop doing that!!”

“Bahahaha you should see your face Tim!” Conner laughs at him. Tim grumbled. “Where's the other?” “Shopping”

Conner nodded understanding.

“Where's Jon?”

With Jon

He softly knocks on the door. As he pushes it gently he peeks inside it. There he could see a dark figure sleeping. And the tray of meat is empty.

‘I'm glad she eats, it's tiring to hunt a deer at the mountains’ Jon sighs in relief.

"̶w̶h̶o̶'̶s̶ t̶h̶e̶r̶e̶?̶” the figure gets up from the bed. Sadly it's too dark for Jon to see but! The figure's pink eyes shine brightly in the dark. Those pink eyes stare deep into his eyes. “Hello, I'm Jon” he introduced himself.

“What's yours?” “n҉a҉m҉e҉"҉

“Hm? I can't quite hear you?” Before the figure could repeat her name. Conner calls Jon from behind.

“Come on Jon sensei out right now!”

Jon quickly turned to his brother and nodded. He turned around and waved to the figure.

Another two week past

This time they are all ready for a new mission with Bruce.

As soon as they got to their destination. Japan (just imagine) Sensei brought them to a villa he owns. (Yes he's rich)

The people that goes to Japan with Bruce is :

-Dick

-Jason

-Tim

-Damian

-Alfred

-Y/n

-and a heavy box which Damian was forced to carry by sensei.

-Sensei

inside it was filled with different types of painting. It's a mix of purple, black and white. It was pretty. keyword = was

Now the painting has so much dust on it.

“ alright this is it” Sensei turn towards them

“This will be your place to stay for the months. 2 month to be exact” sensei told them before putting his bag down.

“And Damian the box? Give it to me " "finally! What did you get here?” Damian asks. “ nothing you be taking this along with you tonight on your mission”

The boys reaction - 👁️👄👁️ “tonight!!”

“Yes tonight now go to sleep and meet me at 7 pm we will be eating dinner first then we go out hunting!”

“So demons do exist?” “They aren't…” they all turn their attention towards him.

“They are already extinct. Except for—” a knock interrupts them.

“I go get it” sensei reply

Shuffle shuffle

Again. Tim heard the same thing now. But this time it was in the box Damian had carry out

‘I wonder’ Tim stares at the box. Y/n just rolled her eyes in annoyance. No one saw this of course. After all she's the perfect daughter her father raised her to be. Why would she let the mask crack?

I wonder why too? Do you guys know why?

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ɮʏ : 𝐹𝑙𝑎𝑟𝑒𝑠 𝐸𝑚𝑖𝑙𝑦

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ԵαցlísԵ :

@darktrashpoetry @fortunatelydifferentqueen @floathyblues @kyuumeee @bunniotomia @sirenetheblogger @seemeee3

[flaresemily]

𝔹𝕒𝕥 𝕗𝕒𝕞𝕚𝕝𝕪 𝕩 𝕟𝕖𝕘𝕝𝕖𝕔𝕥𝕖𝕕 𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕖𝕣.

𝙽𝚎𝚣𝚞𝚔𝚘 𝚛𝚎𝚏𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛 : 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝟸

ᗰᗩՏTᗴᖇ ᒪIՏT : part 1 , part 2

@bunniotomia 𝗍һᥲᥒks 𝗍᥆ 𝗍һіs ᥲᥒgᥱᥣ і sһᥲᥣᥣ rᥱᥕᥲrძ ᥡ᥆ᥙ gᥙᥡs ᥕі𝗍һ 𝗍һіs ᥒᥱᥕ ⍴ᥲr𝗍 ۶🥳 ٩ as I promise.

і𝖿 ᥡ᥆ᥙ һᥲ᥎ᥱ ᥲᥒᥡ 𝗊ᥙᥱs𝗍і᥆ᥒs ᥡ᥆ᥙ ᥴᥲᥒ ᥲsk һᥱrᥱ ᥆r ᥙһ... ᥙsᥱ mᥡ іᥒᑲ᥆᥊? s᥆mᥱ𝗍һіᥒg ᥣіkᥱ 𝗍һᥲ𝗍 ᥡᥲᥡ. 𝗊ᥙіᥴk 𝗊ᥙᥱs𝗍і᥆ᥒ. һ᥆ᥕ ᥴᥲᥒ і ᥕᥲ𝗍ᥴһ 𝗍һᥱ ძᥴ ᥲᥒіmᥲ𝗍і᥆ᥒ. 𝗍һᥱ і 𝗍һіᥒk і𝗍's ȷᥙs𝗍іᥴᥱ ᥣᥱᥲgᥙᥱ ᥎s 𝗍ᥱᥱᥒ 𝗍і𝗍ᥲᥒs/𝗍і𝗍ᥲᥒs і ᥕᥲᥒᥒᥲ sᥱᥱ rᥲ᥎ᥱᥒ sһᥱ's mᥡ 𝖿ᥲ᥎᥆rі𝗍ᥱ sіᥒᥴᥱ і'm ᥲ kіძ. (ᥲᥒძ ძᥲmіᥲᥒ 𝗍᥆᥆)

Growling

That's what Alfred heard when he got knocked down by something or someone. Luckily his reflexes paid off. (Bruce drags him to take fighting classes with him when he's little) he takes the broom (that came out of nowhere call it the…✨ the power of a butler hand ✨) and swings it at the ‘thing’ that attacks him. As he manages to make some distance he looks at the ‘thing' and his eyes widen.

It was you. snarling with fangs bared, your body low and ready to pounce like a wild beast.

“[Name]... It's me Alfred…” he softly says. Before he could reach for you. You once again pounce at him snarling at him wanting to bite him. He used the broom stick and let you bite into it before once again got tackled by you. LUCKILY again the broom didn't break. (Cue to ep 1 or 2… demon slayer you know nezuko attacking tanjiro that scene)

“Please dear it's me Alfred! Alfred Pennyworth!” Alfred can feel his eyes pool with tears. Who wouldn't. The very own girl he cares about as if she was his own granddaughter. Why? Why must she become this…this monster!

“GYARGH!!” You snarl at him. Making your face closer and closer to him while your pink eyes shine brightly with slit in it.

Before you can break the stick that has been holding you. Someone came in and literally pulled you from your collar.

You thrash in the stranger's arms. Your claws try to claw the stranger's face. Before you can do that the stranger pins you to the floor. You growl and snarl at him again and again loudly. Trying to bite something.

“Alfred are you alright?” Alfred, who is still shaken from the situation, looks up. The stranger. With black hair and bright blue eyes.

He stepped into the room with the kind of swagger only someone with Kryptonian confidence and teenage rebellion could pull off. The first thing that caught the eye was his signature black leather jacket, sleeves pushed slightly up, worn open to show off the bold red and yellow ‘S’ shield stretched across his chest. The tight blue bodysuit underneath hugged his form, a subtle blend of utility and style, edged in black at the collar and sides.

Red gloves covered his hands, the glossy material catching the light as he adjusted the goggles perched atop his tousled black hair—a small, personal touch that added to the rugged charm of his look. His blue eyes sparkled with mischief and quiet power, a reminder that while he might play the role of the bad boy, he was still very much the Boy of Steel. (I ask chatGPT for this description you know?😞)

“Alfred are you alright?” Then step another boy who look a bit similar to the first boy

His jacket was a modern twist on his father’s legacy—a dark blue zip-up with red accents that formed the iconic “S” symbol across his chest. The sleeves were uneven, one rolled to the elbow, the other bunched at his wrist, giving him a casual, almost reckless air that matched the fire in his eyes.

His red cape fluttered behind him, not draped with heroic perfection like Superman's, but slightly frayed at the edges—like him, a little rough around the seams but full of promise.

And the fact that the second boy looks like he just finished fighting.

“Master Conner and master Jon!” Alfred exclaimed.

While you? Oh don't worry about it I don't forget you. You are still getting pin down by the first boy a.k.a Conner Kent.

“What's wrong with this one al?” Conner asked. Jon just looks at her.

Age :

Conner : 19

Jon : 17 (you know why later)

Before Alfred could answer you managed to push Conner away. And pounce on Jon. Jon who saw this quickly pin you back but this time on the wall.

You snarl at him. “Alright what happened to her! She looks like a beast?” you elbow Jon and turn around and somehow ‘someone' injects you with something and you fall unconscious.

All 3 of them were shocked. “Oh Sensei? What are you doing here?” Jon greet his ‘sensei’

“...how can a demon still be alive even in this timeline?” ‘Sensei’ said. “So…this is a demon? Like you told us?” ‘Sensei’ nods at Jon and pulls out a bamboo and ties it to her mouth.

“This way it prevents her from biting people. Let her rest. I already injected her with some wisteria poison. She was unconscious for a while but I must meet this Wayne family that your father recommended to me?” ‘Sensei’ said.

Timeskip

Bruce is talking with ‘Sensei’ while Conner is hanging out with Tim and Jon? Jon is lingering around Damian asking him questions.

And boy Damian is 🤏 this close to slap Jon. Then Bruce came out from his office with ‘Sensei'. “Yes I agree with you. I shall ask them to start training with you from now on” is what they heard from Bruce while ‘Sensei' nodded at him. “Good we must be prepared not all people can pass this. I hope your boys can be as good as the Kent brothers.” ‘Sensei' replied and walked away.

“Bye sensei~” Conner waves at him. ‘Sensei' stopped walking and turned towards him. “You still haven't passed that mountain test Conner. Come tomorrow with the other or else…” ‘Sensei' lavender eyes lock with Conner eyes and he flinches and he quickly salutes. “Yes sensei! I will make sure I pass it by tomorrow!”

‘Sensei' nodded. As he walked away they didn't know that she was taking one of their ‘treasures’ with him. As soon as he was gone y/n came out from nowhere.

“Papa…I don't like him” she softly said to Bruce. “It's okay n/n only your brothers will be training with him.” he replied while softly patting her head. “Us?” Damian asks. No one noticed how sharp her glare is.

“Yes. You,Dick,Jason and Tim. You are training with the Kent's. No one is excluded except for y/n. While you are training she will be living normally there. She still needs to learn the rules there. Selina is busy so she can't take care of her”

They all groan except the Kent's. “We wanted to spend time with y/n! It's not fair you know!” Tim argues.

“Look at my face..” Bruce asks them. And they did. “Do I look like I care? No right? So go pack your things! A month that's how long you are gone!”

“What!!” Dick who just returned home, heard about this statement. “Nooooo n/n!! My baby!! Big brother wanted to spend time with you!!” Dick exclaimed while crying.

“you will still be able to spend time with her!” Bruce said. “After you pass the test duh” Bruce face after he said that = 🙄

The boys - Kent's = ಠ⁠,⁠_⁠｣⁠ಠ

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By : ܻ⨍ᥣׁׅ֪ɑׁׅꭈׁׅꫀׁׅܻׅ݊꯱ ꫀׁׅܻ݊ꩇׁׅ֪݊ ꪱׁׁׁׅׅׅᥣׁׅ֪ᨮׁׅ֮

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ѕσмє σƒ уσυ gυуѕ αяє ρяσвαвℓу ωση∂єяιηg ωну ιѕ тнє υρ∂αтє ѕσ ƒαѕт яιgнт? gυєѕѕ ωнαт ι'м ιη му єχαм ωєєк. αƒтєя ∂σιηg му тαѕк αη∂ ѕтαяιηg αт тнє ρєσρℓє ιη ƒяσηт σƒ мє ωнιℓє ωαιтιηg ƒσя ιт тσ ƒιηιѕн му мιη∂ ѕυ∂∂єηℓу ωєηт "what if..." αѕ ѕσση αѕ ι gσт нσмє 𝗕𝗔𝗠𝗠𝗠 ηєω ι∂єα ƒσя тнє ηєχт ¢нαρтєя. αѕ ƒσя тнє яєqυєѕт... нєнє ιт... ι мιgнт мαкє ιт... υнм ση нσℓ∂ ƒσя αωнιℓє нєнє... нєнє нєнє нєн

TᗩᘜᒪIՏT :

@darktrashpoetry @fortunatelydifferentqueen @floathyblues @kyuumeee

This is my first time tagging people can you guys check? If you get tag or not?

[flaresemily]

Damn guys...you truly love my batfamily x neglected reader huh 🤨 mwheheheheh DO YOU WANT MORE!!! Oh and I forget to mention it was inspired by batfamily x nezuko reader. And can you guys help me? How to make a taglist? Do I need to follow you guys first? I try searching your name but it said no blogs found 😭

Does anyone know how to make a taglist 😿 please help oh my precious babies. You help and I shall give you the next part for batfamily x neglected reader 😞👁️👁️

[flaresemily]

𝐓𝐫𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐝 𝓲𝓷 იႦაჹააiიႶ part 2 (final)

⛓️

ɖǟʍɨǟռ Ӽ y̷̧̰̲͍̝̘̗̩̑̇͐̾̽̏͊͑̇̃̉͜â̸̙͐͑̌̿͛̽️ṉ̵͓̬͈̞̥̭̥̇̓̔͋d̴̨̢̤̗̦͚̺̭̤͙̹̃̕ẹ̷͓̺̰̽̍͛̉̐̔͋̓̚͜ŕ̶̛̰̱̈́̀́̑̿̾͛͂̈́͗̓̈́̒͘͝️ẹ̷͓̺̰̽̍͛̉̐̔͋̓̚͜ աɨʄɛ ʀɛǟɖɛʀ

𝓑𝔂 : ᖴᒪᗩᖇᗴՏ Èmïlɏ

ოαsԵҽɾ lísԵ : part 1 , part 2

The sun shone brightly over the small seaside house, the salty breeze making the laundry flutter on the line.

You hummed happily, one hand rubbing your swollen belly while the other pinned clothes up to dry.

Inside the garage, Damian was fixing his motorcycle, his twin sons kneeling beside him, watching curiously.

"Daddy, what’s this part?" one of them asked, pointing to the wrench in Damian’s hand.

"A torque wrench," Damian replied smoothly, passing it to his son. "It tightens bolts to the correct pressure. Try it."

The little boy beamed, mimicking his father’s movements.

For the past five years, Damian had played the perfect husband—the perfect father.

You never suspected a thing.

You never noticed the small adjustments he made.

The tools he collected. The devices he built in secret. The signals he sent.

You thought you had won.

You thought he had accepted this life.

But Damian was a son of the Bat.

And today—

He would finally go home.

⛓️

As you adjusted the last piece of laundry, something shimmered in the sky.

A shadow.

Moving fast.

You barely had time to turn before a dark shape descended.

Then—

BOOM!

The ground shook as a grappling hook embedded itself in the yard.

Smoke erupted.

Figures dropped from the sky.

And there, at the front—

Bruce.

Your heart stopped.

Your eyes widened.

"No…" you whispered, stumbling back.

Damian stood up from the garage.

His twins clung to his legs.

He didn’t look surprised.

No.

He looked ready.

As if he had been waiting for this moment.

For years.

"Damian, no—" You turned to him, desperate.

"Tt." Damian scoffed, expression cold. "This was never real, Y/N."

Your chest tightened.

"Liar!" you screamed, tears forming. "We were happy! We were—"

Before you could finish, hands grabbed you.

Nightwing.

Red Hood.

Red Robin

They held you firmly, ignoring your screams, your struggles, your pleads.

"Please, please don’t take this away from me!" you sobbed, thrashing. "I gave you everything! I gave you a family! I—"

"And I never wanted it," Damian said flatly.

Your vision blurred.

Your heart shattered.

No.

No.

No.

This wasn’t supposed to happen.

This was supposed to be forever.

"Damian, please—"

But he was already walking away.

He lifted his twins into his arms.

He didn’t look back.

And as you were dragged away, screaming—

You realized too late.

You had never trapped him.

He had been waiting to trap you.

Everything happened in slow motion.

The struggle. The screaming. The heartbreak.

Then—

A warm, wet sensation trailing down your legs.

At first, you barely noticed.

You were too focused on Damian walking away. On the twins clinging to him.

Then—

"Wait—" Tim's voice cut through the chaos.

His grip loosened as he stepped back, eyes wide in horror.

"She’s bleeding!"

The words barely registered before a sharp pain hit you like lightning.

You staggered.

Your hands clutched your stomach.

The fabric of your dress—stained deep crimson.

A choked gasp left your lips as your knees buckled.

"Shit!" Jason caught you before you hit the ground.

"We need to get her to a hospital—NOW!" Dick’s voice was sharp, urgent.

Damian—who had been walking away—froze.

He turned.

He saw the blood pooling at your feet.

Saw the pain twisting your face.

And in that moment—something cracked in him.

"No—" he dropped the twins into Bruce’s arms and rushed forward. "No, no, no, Y/N—"

Your vision blurred, tears mixing with sweat.

You looked up at him, weakly.

"Damian… our baby—"

Your voice broke.

And so did he.

"Move!" he snapped at Jason, grabbing you.

He scooped you into his arms, holding you close as he ran for the Batplane.

"Stay awake," he ordered, panic creeping into his voice. "Do you hear me? Stay awake."

You tried.

You really, really tried.

But as the pain grew worse—

And the sounds faded away—

Everything turned black.

---

Beeping.

Bright lights.

Sterile air.

When you woke up, the room was quiet.

Your stomach felt… empty.

Your heart sank.

"The baby?" you whispered, afraid of the answer.

Damian was sitting beside you, his hands gripping yours tightly.

His jaw clenched. His eyes red-rimmed.

He didn’t answer immediately.

Then—

"You made it," he murmured. Voice hoarse. "But… the baby…"

Your breath hitched.

"No."

Damian closed his eyes.

Didn’t speak.

Didn’t need to.

Because the silence said it all.

You turned away, tears falling freely.

Your baby was gone.

And for the first time ever—

Damian hated himself.

⛓️

Your sobs tore through the room, raw and agonized.

"No, no, no, Damian—please!" Your fingers dug into his shirt, desperation shaking your whole body.

He held you, but his grip wasn’t enough.

"Bring them back!" you begged, tears streaming down your face. "Please—our baby, our baby!"

Your chest ached. Your whole body trembled. The grief felt like a knife slicing through your soul.

Across the room, two small heads lifted.

The twins—your first babies.

Their sleepy eyes blinked open at the sound of your heartbreaking cries.

"Mama?"

They slid off the hospital bed, their little feet padding across the cold floor.

"Why’s Mama crying?" one of them asked, rubbing his eyes.

The other one clung to Damian’s sleeve, looking up at him.

"Baba?" His tiny voice wavered. "Where’s the baby?"

Damian couldn’t answer.

Couldn’t look them in the eyes.

You reached for them, pulling them close, weeping into their soft hair.

"I’m sorry, I’m so sorry—" your voice cracked.

Their little hands patted your face, trying to wipe your tears away.

"It’s okay, Mama," one whispered, but his voice was confused.

They didn’t understand.

How could they?

Damian swallowed hard, his arms tightening around all of you.

"I couldn’t save them," he whispered, his voice barely audible.

His breath shuddered against your skin.

"I couldn’t save them."

And for the first time—

You felt his tears fall onto your shoulder.

⛓️

The words left your lips in a broken whisper.

"I hate you, Damian."

For the first time, you said it.

For the first time, you meant it.

Damian froze.

He had waited years to hear those words—to see you finally break, to shatter this twisted fantasy you forced him into.

He should feel relieved.

He should feel free.

But instead—

His chest ached.

His stomach twisted.

Because this wasn’t just you letting him go. This was you breaking.

And it was his fault.

His arms loosened around you, but your grip on the twins only tightened.

"Mama?" one of them mumbled, his tiny hands gripping your hospital gown.

They didn’t understand.

How could they?

You were shaking.

Your eyes, once so warm, so devoted, were now hollow.

You looked at him like he was a stranger.

Like he was nothing.

And for the first time in his life—

Damian felt fear.

Not for himself.

But for you.

For what he had done.

He had been so eager to return home.

So desperate to be rescued.

He hadn't thought.

Not about you.

Not about the baby.

Not even about the twins.

"I—" his voice caught.

The door opened.

Alfred stepped in first, his gentle, knowing gaze sweeping over the room.

Then Dick. Then Jason. Then Tim.

The Batfamily stood in the doorway.

Watching.

Waiting.

And for the first time since they found him—

Damian didn’t feel saved.

He felt like a traitor.

"Leave."

Your voice was weak, but the weight behind it was crushing.

You pushed him away.

Not just physically.

But completely.

You even pushed the twins toward him, your hands trembling as you shoved them into his arms.

"Take them and go."

Damian's heart stopped.

The twins wailed, their tiny fingers reaching for you, but you wouldn't look at them.

Wouldn't look at him.

"Mama—!" one of them sobbed, his voice filled with confusion.

You clenched your jaw, your shoulders shaking as you turned away from them.

From him.

You couldn’t bear to look.

If you did, you’d break.

If you did, you’d beg them to stay.

But you wouldn’t.

You couldn’t.

Not after this.

Not after what he did.

You curled into yourself, the sharp scent of antiseptic burning your nose, the tears streaming down your face endless.

Damian's grip on the twins tightened.

He couldn't speak.

Couldn't breathe.

His mind was screaming at him to fight.

To apologize.

To do something.

But then—

"Come along, young masters."

Alfred’s voice was gentle, but firm.

Damian’s eyes snapped to him.

The old butler gave him a knowing, sad look.

One that said this was his doing.

One that said he had to live with it.

Alfred took the crying twins from his arms, holding them close as he escorted them out.

Damian didn’t move.

Didn’t follow.

He stood there, watching your trembling form, listening to your muffled sobs.

And for the first time in his life—

Damian Wayne regretted everything.

⛓️

The rain fell in steady sheets, soaking through your thin hospital gown.

Cold.

Everything felt so cold.

You stood there, silent, staring at your feet as the puddles rippled beneath you.

Your hair stuck to your face, wet strands clinging to your cheeks, but you made no move to brush them away.

You didn’t even flinch as the thunder rumbled overhead.

Then—

A car door opened.

Footsteps.

Slow. Hesitant.

You didn’t look up.

Didn’t have to.

You already knew who it was.

Damian Wayne.

Your ex-husband.

Your hands clenched at your sides.

⛓️

Why couldn’t he just leave you alone?

Tim was with him, standing a few steps behind, holding an umbrella.

But Damian…

He just stood there.

Frozen.

Watching you.

Dub-dab.

The sound of a racing heartbeat filled his ears.

His own.

And it infuriated him.

Why

Why was his heart beating so damn fast?

You weren’t even looking at him.

And yet…

Standing there in the pouring rain—so broken, so distant—

You were the most beautiful thing he had ever seen.

He swallowed hard, his fingers itching to reach out.

To touch you.

To pull you close.

But he couldn’t.

Because this time, you wouldn’t let him.

And that terrified him.

⛓️

You didn’t look at him.

Didn’t meet his eyes.

Your hands trembled as you held out the papers.

Custody papers.

His custody papers.

The rain drenched the pages, the ink smudging slightly, but the words were still clear.

"Take them," you said, voice hollow.

Damian just stared at the papers in your hands, but he didn’t move.

Didn’t dare move.

"Take them," you repeated, pushing them against his chest.

His hands came up, almost reluctantly, to grasp them.

Thunder rumbled overhead.

You inhaled sharply, forcing a small, broken smile.

"I’ll visit from time to time," you murmured, finally meeting his gaze.

For a moment—just a moment—you saw something raw in his eyes.

Something almost like regret.

Almost.

But it didn’t matter now.

It was too late.

You turned away.

And you walked.

Each step feeling heavier.

Each breath harder to take.

But you never looked back.

Not once.

And Damian?

He just stood there in the rain, holding the soaked custody papers, gripping them so tightly his knuckles turned white—

And for the first time in years,

He felt like he had truly lost.

[flaresemily]

𝐓𝐫𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐝 𝓲𝓷 იႦაჹააiიႶ

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ɖǟʍɨǟռ Ӽ y̷̧̰̲͍̝̘̗̩̑̇͐̾̽̏͊͑̇̃̉͜â̸̙͐͑̌̿͛̽️ṉ̵͓̬͈̞̥̭̥̇̓̔͋d̴̨̢̤̗̦͚̺̭̤͙̹̃̕ẹ̷͓̺̰̽̍͛̉̐̔͋̓̚͜ŕ̶̛̰̱̈́̀́̑̿̾͛͂̈́͗̓̈́̒͘͝️ẹ̷͓̺̰̽̍͛̉̐̔͋̓̚͜ աɨʄɛ ʀɛǟɖɛʀ

𝓑𝔂 : ᖴᒪᗩᖇᗴՏ Èmïlɏ

ოαsԵҽɾ lísԵ : part 1 , part 2 (final)

Disclaimer : This work is the combination of my ideas and AI. Yeah you heard it right it's AI too. I write my ideas and ask AI to make it better and dramatic so... Here you go

Damian had dealt with his fair share of unwanted admirers, but you were different.

At first, it was just annoying—cookies delivered to the manor, love letters slipped between his books at school, and the occasional glimpse of you lurking near his usual patrol routes. The family dismissed you as a harmless fangirl, someone who would eventually lose interest.

But you didn’t.

You got bolder.

One night, Bruce came back from patrol and found the security cameras disabled—only for Tim to discover a plate of freshly baked cookies sitting in the Batcave.

With a note.

"For my darling Damian. You looked so tired last night—please take care of yourself. Love, your future wife <3"

That was when the Batfamily started taking you seriously.

You were dangerous.

You had somehow broken into the manor without triggering any alarms. You had memorized Damian’s routines. You were watching. Always watching.

And then, the unthinkable happened.

You found out.

The Batcave. Their identities. Everything.

Damian had been careless one night, distracted by his irritation toward you. He hadn’t noticed you following him through Gotham, slipping into the shadows like a ghost. By the time he realized, it was too late.

You knew his secret.

And now, you had power over him.

"If you tell me to leave you alone, Damian… I might just have to let this information leak to a few people~" you had whispered, eyes twinkling with obsessive adoration. "But if you’re nice to me—if you act like we’re a couple, a real couple—then I won’t have any reason to do something so… dramatic."

The rage that burned inside him was unbearable.

He wanted to hurt you, to end this madness, but the risk was too high. His family’s safety—their identities—could not be compromised.

And so, Damian Wayne was forced into a nightmare.

Forced to hold your hand.

Forced to let you kiss his cheek.

Forced to listen as you gushed about your “future” together.

"Don’t look so grumpy, love! It’s not like I’m asking for much. Just your undying devotion!" you had giggled one evening, linking your arm with his as you both walked through Gotham, the Batfamily tailing you from the rooftops, desperate for a way to break your hold on him.

He hated this.

He hated you.

And yet—when you looked at him, utterly smitten, completely obsessed—Damian realized something truly terrifying.

You weren’t going to let him go.

Ever

⛓️‍💥 

Damian was living in hell.

Every day, your obsession grew worse.

At first, it was just the blackmail—forcing him to play along, to pretend he loved you. You wanted hand-holding, wanted him to walk with you in public, wanted him to smile at you.

But then, you started planning the wedding.

One evening, after an exhausting night of patrol, Damian entered his room to find a small velvet box sitting on his pillow.

When he opened it, his stomach dropped.

Inside was a ring.

A wedding ring.

Engraved with both of your initials.

"I picked it out myself! It’s perfect, don’t you think?" your voice sang through his phone—he didn’t even remember when you had gotten his number. "Now, all we need is a date! Oh, and a venue. I was thinking something small, something intimate. Just you and me, my love."

Damian wanted to throw up.

It wasn’t just the ring.

It was the white dress you had sent the week before—a wedding gown.

"isnt it pretty, I'm gonna wear it on our wedding~" is what you said to him for his opinion 

It was the photo album you were filling with fake memories, claiming it was for "our future kids."

It was the fact that you were slowly, carefully, breaking him.

⛓️‍💥

The Batfamily Steps In

Bruce, Tim, Jason, and Dick had been watching from the shadows, trying to find a way to free Damian from your grasp.

"This isn’t some fangirl crush anymore," Jason muttered, watching Damian sit stiffly at dinner, staring blankly at his untouched food. "She’s unhinged. If we don’t stop her soon—"

"We will," Bruce cut in, his voice like steel. "We have to."

They had tried everything.

Tried tracking you.

Tried finding your identity.

Tried hacking into your accounts.

But you were smart.

You knew they’d try that. You had covered your tracks flawlessly.

And Damian was getting worse.

He didn’t sleep. He didn’t eat. His spirit was breaking.

Then, one night, they saw something that shattered them.

You had kissed Damian.

Right there, in front of the whole world—on the steps of Wayne Manor, under the city lights.

And Damian?

He just stood there. Expressionless. Hollow. Empty.

Like a puppet.

Like he had finally given up. All for the sake of his family. 

⛓️‍💥

The Breaking Point

The final straw came two days later.

When Damian didn’t show up for patrol, the family stormed into his room.

What they found destroyed them.

His closet was empty.

His bed was cold.

And on his desk, there was a letter.

"Don't look for me. It's over."

No signature. No clues.

Just those five words.

The Batfamily knew.

You had taken him.

And if they didn’t find him soon…

They might never get him back.

"Trapped in Obsession" - Part 3

The house was far away from Gotham.

No one could find them here.

No Batfamily. No patrols. No way out.

For you, this was paradise.

For Damian, it was a prison.

⛓️‍💥

"Dami~!" you giggled, snuggling against his chest, your fingers trailing up his arm. "I love you so much! Say it back, please~!"

Damian clenched his jaw.

"I love you," he muttered, voice void of emotion.

"Aww, my love sounds so tired!" you gasped dramatically, pressing a kiss to his nose. "You’ve been working too hard. But don’t worry! You’ll never have to go back to that awful city! It's just you and me now, forever. Isn’t that perfect?"

No.

It wasn’t perfect.

It was hell.

You had taken everything from him. His home. His family. His freedom.

You had locked away his comms. Destroyed his tracker.

No one knew where he was.

And you were so happy.

"We can wake up together every morning, go for walks by the sea, eat dinner together, cuddle every night—just like a real married couple!"

You grinned, cupping his face with obsessed, love-struck eyes.

"You’re so handsome, my Damian~!"

You kissed him again.

And again.

And again.

Like you owned him.

Damian didn’t react.

Didn’t move.

Didn’t fight.

Because if he rejected you, you would punish him.

You had before.

"Bad boys sleep outside," you had giggled last time, locking him out in the cold when he refused to say I love you.

"Bad boys don’t get dinner," you had hummed, taking his plate away when he didn’t kiss you back.

"Bad boys don’t deserve me."

So Damian learned.

To pretend.

To survive.

To wait.

Because one day, somehow, he would escape.

And when he did—

You wouldn’t be laughing anymore.

[flaresemily]

ᏴᎪͲ ҒᎪᎷᏆᏞᎽ Х ΝᎬᏀᏞᎬᏟᎬᎠ ᎡᎬᎪᎠᎬᎡ.

★ αll Եհís թαíղ í բҽҽl. ís Եհís lօѵҽ? օɾ... ղҽցlҽcԵ?

⚠warning⚠ mention of : torture. Stitches. Burn mark. Neglecting. Please proceed with caution. If you are uncomfortable with this kind of thing please ignored this story. Unless you can take the risk

Masterlist : Part 1

It started small…so small. You were Bruce and Selina's daughter. (Yes you are and today you are not some random woman child)

They all love you. Yes, yes they did. Dick takes you to the park sometimes to Bludhaven. Jason, despite being revived again, is cautious with you. Tim being the smarty pants he is actually teaches you how to do math! Damian? Oh Damian, he loves you.

But that all happened one night. At the age of 6 you notice your eyes color is different from both your parents. Bruce didn't notice yet, not even Selina did.

You know who did? Alfred did. How? Simple. He was preparing you to have a family dinner with the others. Of course you are excited. I mean…who wouldn't?

You were so excited you didn't notice the stairs. You trip down the stairs and say bye bye to your head.

As soon as you wake up, Alfred is there taking care of you while your parents and siblings fall asleep on the floor or couch.

That's when he noticed. His eyes widened. “Miss…your eyes? It's pink?”

You just stare at him wondering. When Bruce wakes up he notices your bright pink eyes. That's when it all went downhill.

Bruce and Selina fight all the time. With Bruce accusing her of cheating and her trying to defend your right. And then the next thing you knew.

Divorce paper was signed and Selina has moved out, returning to her work as Catwoman. You just stand there awkwardly. You guys are probably wondering how the family starts to neglect you.

It's because Bruce started it first. Everytime he looks at you. His eyes fill with betrayal. He started to drink and neglect his work as Batman. When he did become Batman oh boy. He doesn't have mercy on any of the villian.

The boys started to blame you little by little because everytime Bruce made eye contact with you. He felt despair. Those bright pink eyes. He looked back through your old picture and noticed something in your eyes. Each picture where you are. You have dark red eyes. From far it looks like black eyes but it turns out to be dark red. Crimson red like blood.

He never noticed your eye color but he clearly remembers that when you were born you had his hair and eye color so…what changed?

Then, one day after finishing your lunch alone. You hear your mother's voice. You quickly run to where the voice is. And there she is talking with Bruce and Alfred with all the boys assembled there. Then she presents a girl the same age as you. 6 years old. But with blue eyes. Bruce's eyes. You stared at them from afar.

Selina handed Bruce something and he looked shocked. He quickly kneels down and hugs the girl. After he finishes hugging her. He stood up and looked at the boys while smiling. You miss his smile.

“This here is your real sister. Y/n.” He announced. Dick takes the paper and scans the DNA test and damn…it is the same Bruce and Selina DNA that came out positive with the girl. (Something like that idk how to describe it but the DNA is positive about the girl being their daughter.)

You can feel your stomach twist. That's when you run to them. “Papa!” You called out to Bruce. All eyes turn to look at you. Even the girl did. You don't know why but you feel…scared as if you did something wrong. “Papa…” Selina just stares at you.

“Papa? Who is she?” Ask the girl. Jason looks at the little one and replies. “It's nothing she's the new maid Alfred hired to be your playmate. Alfred looks shocked too.

“But master? She–” Bruce raises his hand to signal Alfred to stop talking. “Just like Jason says. Since I can't really throw you out considering the outside is Gotham. Then I have no choice but to take you in. From now on you are no longer Y/n Wayne. I do not have a daughter with pink eyes. You may pick out another name for yourself.” just like that your little heart shattered.

Bruce turns to the other daughter. He picked her up. “But you my dear shall be Y/n Wayne the real Y/n Wayne” he smiled gently at her and Carried her to the living room. You just stared blankly at the place they once stood.

Alfred looks at you and leads you somewhere. “Mis– I mean uhm dear. I'll buy your outfit later, alright?” you just stare at him with betrayal in your eyes. You don't understand why Alfred treats you like this.

Everyday is like hell to you. Not only Bruce and the others openly spoil her. They seem to be abusing you mentally. Apparently this…daughter has some fear. Especially in the dark. Dick will always sleep with her. Sometimes she sleeps with Bruce and sometimes Damian reads her bedtime stories. While you?

You are trained to be the perfect maid for her. Your new name? Well it's [name] now.

(Pls use different name for Y/n and different name for [name])

Years passed by. You don't even remember how many scars you have on your back. One from when Damian was angry with the joker for trying to ‘almost’ kill his precious sister. He was training and you tried to earn his trust. Big mistake. He was so angry that he slash everything on his way. You were 7

While training with his katana he uses a blindfold. He didn't notice it was you and he ‘accidentally’ slash you from In front. Luckily Alfred was there to save you from bleeding too much. Damian never apologized.

Second scar was a burn mark.

You are tasked to bring some tea to Jason as he's tired. In the garage he was fixing his motorcycle. You once again try to earn his trust. Accidentally pick up a crowbar and drag it across the floor. He who heard it immediately went to his ‘survival’ mode.

He literally choke you and hold the teapot close to your left eyes and pour it down. Making you scream in pain. Luckily again Dick was on his way to the garage when he saw this. He quickly pushes Jason away and brings you to the hospital. Sadly the scar is permanent. Jason never apologized. You were 8

The third scar hurts you more. Apparently ‘y/n’ went missing and the family went crazy looking for her. At the same time you went missing too. Coincidence huh.

The kidnapper posted a video where they cut and stitched ‘y/n’ back up again to the batfamily. They all went crazy raiding that place looking for her. When they did. Bruce carries her still bleeding body to the manor. How many stitches does she have?

Let's count!

Both arms - 4 = 2 at each arms

Both legs - 2 = 1 each legs

Stomach - 3 = they cut and stitched back up

Back - 5 = same thing they did to the stomach.

Left chest - 1 = they cut open to see the ‘heart’ in a hurry they didn't stitch it properly.

Bruce was apologizing again and again to her. Key word = her.

Then Tim noticed someone standing at the front door. It's Selina and…y/n!!

Then he looked at the unconscious girl in Bruce's arms and he took off the blindfold and was shocked. It isn't their precious y/n it's you!! Bruce almost let you go but he kept a tight grip. His tears already stop and he takes you inside the manor. The rest of your recovery is tended by Alfred.

That's when Selina tells them she forgets to inform Bruce she's taking y/n for a mother- daughter outing.

You who are barely conscious could only let a tear fall down.

Present time

You are 15 now. Same age as y/n. You [name] l/n. You are forced to abandon your name to some wannabe you. Like it or not hey it's life.

“[name] go hang the laundry please I need to pick up the miss at school.

Your age : 15

Wannabe you : 15

Damian : 17

Tim : 19

Jason : 23

Dick : 26

Bruce : 46 (let's all just pretend okay?)

Selina : 46 (PRETEND OKAY!)

“Yes Alfred.” Being a maid wasn't on your bucket list when you were little but now…you can't complain cause Bruce truly treats you like a maid meaning…

Maid + salary + Wayne manor = a lot of money

So a win-win situation.

After Alfred picks her up from school. You were cooking lunch for them. Before suddenly you feel dizzy. So you quickly cook lunch and lay on the bed in the maid room.

That's when you feel the urge. The urge to bite into something. Your body feels warmer than usual. The next thing you knew you were biting your arm. Which is currently bleeding right now.

‘It hurts! It hurts but it's delicious!’ you think. Through your dizzy state. You didn't realize someone was knocking on your door. Alfred opens your door since you aren't answering.

It was dark. With the curtain closed. And you are not opening the light. He decided to open it. Once he did he saw how messy your room was. “[name] didn't I tell you to clean it up?” He looked around for you cause he clearly heard your voice. Before he could turn around something or someone pounced on him.

🦇🦇🦇

From : Flares Emily

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How was it the ‘part 1’ do you all batfamily x neglected reader lovers want more? COMMENT THEN!! (not me forgetting how taglist work😞)

Part 2

[flaresemily]

ᗷᗩT ᖴᗩᗰIᒪY

ႦმႵ ғᴀᴍɪʟʏ 𝓍 𐒐Ꮛ೩ᏬᏥ𐒀 ΝᎬᏀᏞᎬᏟͲᎬᎠ 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑟 : part 1 , part 2 , part 3 , part 4 , part 5 , part 6 , part 7 , part 8 , part 9

-𝕨𝕙𝕖𝕣𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕪 𝕥𝕙𝕠𝕦𝕘𝕙𝕥 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕨𝕖𝕣𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕚𝕞𝕡𝕠𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕨𝕙𝕖𝕟 𝕪𝕠𝕦'𝕣𝕖 𝕟𝕠𝕥. 𝕀𝕤 𝕚𝕥 𝕥𝕠𝕠 𝕝𝕒𝕥𝕖 𝕗𝕠𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕞 𝕥𝕠 𝕤𝕒𝕧𝕖 𝕪𝕠𝕦?

∂αмιαη ωαуηє χ σвѕєѕѕє∂ яєα∂єя : Part 1 , Part 2 (Final)

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