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- In your arms.

Batfam × Neglected reader!

NOTE: This is my stupid draft, im on a writer block so bless y'all.

IMP: Horror, Gore, Negligent, Bullying, Sucide.

People would blame you relentlessly for ending your own life. They never even tried to imagine why you did so, they would sit inside their comfortable home and spit nothing but nonsense.

You've seen it, the full extent of the pressure society would put on people and when the same people break from the pressure, they would began criticising them for ending it.

It was wrong to end everything so selflessly but you gradually began to understand... People get what they want when everything is over.

Gold, attention, love, affirmation... everything you seek only comes when you're gone, but when you were alive there was never anything.

Just the endless void and countless thoughts, whispering into your ears turning ever scenerio into something so vile you can't fathom what have you becom yet there is no ending.

Before they die they always thought of others but never themselves, no one live for themselves... They only live because of the shame, that's what everyone have been thought some were fortunate to escape but most live only because of shame.

Why did you knew so much? Because shame no longer bind your feet together.

Standing near the edge of your window you could say that the shame was still somewhat holding onto your feet.

Before you stood here, there was no shame... No reason, no nothing... But now face to face with what you thought was an escape shame was holding onto you as long as it could it appears.

Would they hide your weak attempt of better life? Would they be so shameful that they don't even want to announce it? What will others think of them because of your mere actions?

But, you're here because of them yet you still hold onto the part of you that want to keep their dignity above everything else.

They should be sad, disappointed in themselves or beg for your forgiveness... Yet, you couldn't bring yourself to even acknowledge yourself... Just evrything was about them.

Why? Why must you care so much when you don't even mean a thing to them... Why are you so afraid? Is it because part of you wish they would just hug you and forget this? Yes.

You don't want to die. You want to live, to see another day but when the sun is block by the clouds and the air is starting to feel suffocating it's better to go than stay.

Your thoughts were eating you alive.

Your heart beating against your rib began to feel like a whip, forcing you to be impulsive and make brash decision.

You look back, only to be met with the dim light of your room, the wallpaper look moldy bit you knew they weren't your eyes were playing trick on you again.

It look so small and it was clean and tidy as if no one have been sleeping in the bed or touching anything. For a month straight you've been depriving yourself of touching anything.

You don't want to trigger any memory to stop you, you don't want them to see your past behaviour and mourn... You want to make it easy.

Looking at your door you expected for your father or someone to come in, realised your disgusting behaviour and take you away from here.

Yet, nobody enters, you knew they wouldn't. Yet, why did you even bother to turn when your body was as stiff as a cement.

Do you truly wish to escape or do you just want to be noticed.

You found it sick and cruel. It was as they knew you weren't strong enough, deliberately put you away from everyone else so you won't infect them with your own problem. It was as if they wanted you to put yourself out for the better.

Their laughter bothers you, their smile bothers you and their so call act of justice to the people makes you want to tear them apart.

What's the point of justice if you can't enforce one in own home without making someone suffer badly.

Maybe if you're dead that will ruin them? They'll finally be able to feel what you have felt all those years.

Without anymore consequences on your side you'll be resting while they suffer what they have sought.

You took a deep breath looking up into the night sky, it wasn't so dark just perfect. The moon was bright as if it was inviting you for a step into it.

Your hands were slightly trembling, from what you couldn't identify... The thought of resting or seeing them suffer after your action.

Looking down you imagine the ground to be higher than it was. Maybe it was the functional part of your brain trying it's best to survive. None of your body were working together they were independent and had made their own choice...

You wanted to laugh at yourself, reducible you're for finding it the easy way. People take revenge by working harf yet here you are... being a lazy slacker as always... Why can't you be anything good. Why must you always carry shame whenever you go.

The reason for this situation could only be blame upon them.

Your mother died and as a result you were forced to stay with your biological father at the five.

Even tho you were pure and innocent no one took their time to keep that safe.

You were an uninvited guest at their home afterall, like a child left by their parents at their porch... Unlike them you arrived without anything, no inteligent, no beauty, no wit, no nothing...

Nobody like a person who force their way into their life.

Alfred who was the butler only saw you as the result of a terrible situation, openly suggesting for Bruce to put you away or have you sign up for adoption.

A vermin like you will only help to taint the perfect picture he build.

Your birth was meant to be just a stupid and ridiculous remark... They despite you for being born when you didn't wish it yourself.

The only reason you are still here is because you've been exposed to the media as his daughter and he cannot give you up as result. Deep down he knew he wouldn't mind even if it result in tons of backlash... Yet he didn't, you remind him of himself too much.

And he hate to see you around yet love to project what he could be, yet to his distaste you lack what he wish to project...

He wouldn't waste a second to teach you properly yet he wouldn't mind to waste millions to see what is wrong with you.

Everyday Alfred would try his best to avoid you, he did not seem to care about the fact that you were a helpless child who needed someone to guide them.

He wouldn't even dare speak to you directly, yet he sympathize with you for being born at all. He knew you were unwanted and he is certain that giving you to someone else would be a favour and his.

You began to learn how to live at a young age, you envy those who were loved which resulted in you not being able to make any friends.

You were bitter, distasteful and envious.

Unlike your siblings you were always full due to the constant love or what you saw as love , no one seem to bat an eye as long as it's you. They were fine with watching you break into pieces.

Dick was kind and loving to everyone but you, he can't stand to be near your presence. It's just hard for him to be nice to you.

Anytime any hero ask about his family he would left you out the picture, he could happily announce to the world that his siblings were the best but you...? He would rather not be associated with you.

Jason was a hard case already and when he saw how pathetic you have become he couldn't help but laught at your misery.

He felt much better when you're around, because he didn't feel so bad, he didn't feel like he disappointed anyone. You're a much bigger disappointment than he could be.

Sometimes he would mock Bruce using you, asking him on how he managed to brought such disappointment. He would openly suggest that you were not even related to Bruce, he can't and will never acknowledged you as a Wayne just some whore daughter.

Tim decided to delete or report any article if your name was together with theirs. Made up articles about how you were not a Wayne, he made logical lies with extreme details. In his word you were the result of a hook up, your mother realising that she cannot take care of you accuse Bruce of being the father and Bruce being the better person took you in even tho you weren't his daughter.

Lies all lies. You were Bruce daughter even one glace can confirm it and here are your siblings trying their best to take you out the picture.

Damian was terrible, yet Bruce loved him. He was so willing to take you out, end your life. He doesn't see you as a worthy or even a compatition, you were just some obstacles that need to be taken out.

He would spread rumours and nasty lies to turn everyone against you, school was hell. Everything saw you as a whore daughter and as a result you got bullied.

Face shoved into the toilet letting you feel the sweet taste of death and pull you back, writing all over your desk, your belongings broken.

Your body was thin from lack of food and consuming too much unhealthy food left you vomiting and bed sick for days. Alfred was willing to do anything but take care of you and as a result being sick was not an option.

He couldn't bring himself to even care for you, he doesn't want to be associated with you... He doesn't understand or he would say but you disgust him.

You can't fight back, you were weaken from the start.

Sometimes to forget that you were starving you would bite your thumb, hard enough to draw out blood but as time past you can rarely bite hard enough to see even a prick of blood.

You were dying from the inside slowly.

It hurt so badly knowing your family were loved and adored by everyone... While they ignore you like you were some dust.

Teachers used to proudly announce to the students that they should be a place of comfort where anyone can speak about their problems.

It was utter bullshit.

You've told them your stories, how you were starving... How you felt like a burden and how you will manage to gain love and empathy from your own family.

She only report back to your father and brought you no comfort or reassurance. That was the day all your trust were broken.

Your only place of comfort was the rabbit you had since you were 6.

You would play with it's fur and sleep with it, to you it wasn't a pet... it was family.

That was until Damian decided to take everything.

You've come home after school hoping to give your rabbit some carrot and when you arrived just to saw it's body laying on the grass that had absorb the blood.

Your precious rabbit head was cut off clean, you knew who did it.

The scene was brutal for you, it's eye still open and it's mouth open as well as if it was screaming for mercy before it was ended.

You angrily fought with the demon he did more damage to you. Yet, you're the one who was grounded.

Everybody surrounded him and ignored you.

Everything was taken from you and you wouldn't take it that easily.

You saw animals die everyday, no one pay heed to it. Watching as it rot on the road as people continue.

You smiled from the thought of it, gaining the confidence... If people pay no attention to a road kill no one would bat an eyes at yours...

[sangunary]

Might post a new story (angst) tomorrow... Buckle up cause im bored.

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Do you have a masterlist?

Naur, might make one in the future... I should definitely make one I cannot find my own fic ugh...

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Being a perfectionist while having low self-esteem is hard... I have so many unfinished draft that I could make a rope to hang myself horizontally.

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FLUFF

I loveeee making small fluff scenerio for the batboys, might add more dc character... especially Kon... I like Kon.... He can take me raw... apologize.

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Do y'all like my angst or fluff more??

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Should I write for more fandom im in?? Or just stick to Dc

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- Inlove With Another You?

Batboys × Civilian reader!

SYPNOSIS: Rejection and confession at the same time after they tried to confess to you as their hero persona.

* Generic Fluff. * Short scenario. * during Robin era.

- Dick Grayson.

"No"

You told him, pushing him back like you were disgusted at his presence alone. Dick was beyond shocked.

He's been trying relentless at courting you both hero and as Grayson at school.

Does he care that Bruce is not happy about this? Yes, absolutely. But he's a big boy who just fell too hard for another. You can't blame the victim.

Bruce just doesn't understand the feelings racing through his veins whenever he saw you. He's too old to understand young love or puppy love.

The possibility of someone else slipping between you and him during his time as Robin was a high possibility.

That is why he took the oath of loving you as WonderBoy and Grayson, you deserve both of him.

Bruce could never understand the overthinking and bad feelings when his lovers ( not yet ) is out there by themselves... And not because he watched too much drama with someone.

To be honest, barbara loves torturing him by forcing him to watch them and the plot is about the girl falling for another because the boy is too busy- scary as hell.

Tonight he tried to kiss you, thinking you would too without hesitation... He was Robin afterall and every girl in Gotham drools over Robin.

Or he thought...

After saving you from a vicious dog, he took you to the rooftop where the star's were shining brightly, the moon visible.

His hand's on your waist, although he was nervous and his hands trembles abit he tried to be tough. That is what girls like.

Yet you pushed him when he was leaning near you, ready to kiss you under the shimmering moonlight stars decorating the sky.

"oh... sorry, i didn't mean to make you uncomfortable"

He apologized immediately to save himself. This was embarassing, he have been reading your signal wrong this whole time.

"I like someone else"

That hurt even more... This is exactly why he needs to be glued onto you, but it's too late to do that now...

"Who...?"

He was curious, who exactly is the guy that got you before he could?

"Dick Grayson"

Oh boy, he's ready to give any offering to your parents for your hands... They want his soul, money, body, sell his organs? yeah... sure as long as he gets to hear your dumb confession again.

His face flush and his smile almost reaching his face, you... like him. Guess being near you as much as possible is indeed the correct method of courting.

You didn't even kiss the WonderBoy because you love the actual him and not because of the mask... It's taking everything in him to not just reveal himself and kiss you.

You better bet he kissed you the moment he saw you as Grayson, doesn't matter who is present at the moment, your parents or even Bruce... No one is stopping him from taking your lips.

- Jason Todd.

"Im sorry"

The moment he heard your word his world crumble, he knew he couldn't have everything he wanted or need in lofe but you? You weren't a want you were a need and he couldn't see why the universe hated him so much for you to reject him so bluntly.

He thought you liked him, that was literally why he went through all the trouble of impressing you tonight.

Stealing Bruce wallet since he already spent plenty using his allowance. He booked a special show for you, fireworks and food and even a bouquet since girl's love them!

He was too naive and he rushed the whole process since he had a gut feeling that you might fall for another if he act too slow.

Suddenly the world was gloomy again, the cold air hitting his uncovered legs, the lingering smell of garbage, the one sided love story he was starring at hitting him all at once

He felt like he was back on the street with nothing, but now he had everything but you which was the same as nothing.

He wanted to cry but he couldn't not infront of you. He thought you liked him, you and him were friends from school and whenever he turn his head to admire you, you already beat him at it.

Hell, you kissed his cheek! Was it all platonic? Was the holding hands, telling secrets, the jealousy and all those supposed teenag love all just a stupid misinterpretation?

"I like Jason Todd, he's the one I want"

Inorder to make it less awkward you mentioned the guy you liked, him. Unbeknownst to you.

Jason heart was suddenly pumping with at an abnormal beat. He completely forgot that he was ROBIN and not JASON at the moment...

All the depressing thoughts exit his mind as he just stared at your lips... He had- He is the chance... You actually liked him. Hearing you say it makes everything more difficult to process.

Yes, he was somewhat confident that you like him but... Hearing you confirm his dream wasn't the same as him telling himself that even if it's the truth.

The fireworks went off which forced his attention to shift from you to the colours adoring the night sky. Atleast you weren't aware that he was the one who booked it, it would have been more awkward and he wouldn't be able to forget it even if he get to marry you at the end.

Yet the light of colours couldn't captivate him as much as you did. He looked at you as the colours highlight your entire self, absorbed in the sudden burst of Colors in the sky.

"I understand..."

He didn't say much, he doesn't want or need to. Everything was failing successfully. Although his heart ache knowing he stole money for no reason, you didn't enjoy it that much. It's hard to when the hero you rejected is literally by your side.

He didn't even wait for the moon to vanish, sneek out of the manor and went to your house. Breaking in was something he was good with and luck him your window was opened.

He kissed you that night, not as Robin but as himself, under the dimly lit room holding onto you like life itself.

- Tim Drake.

"I don't like you"

Tim couldn't focus on anything, not even how you were refusing to look at him. He could only feel his heart breaking inside his rib and embarrassment flooded it's way into his system.

He stood there as his hand went to his hair to push it back from blocking his view. Pressing his lips together, as he took a big breath.

You sounded so sure. Well you were but how could he be so stupid...? It took him two years to come to this conclusion of confessing.

With the help of Stephanie he planned this moment. He made sure it was perfect and just how you'd wanted it.

Yet, the problem was that you didn't even reciprocate his feelings back from the start.

He had taken you to the highest building in the city that had this extremely detailed carved gargoyles on it. Which might nor be romantic for most but it was the details that matter.

He met you because of a gargoyle, one carved resently and was bought by Bruce. Fortunately you broke it and the craftsman dragged you to Bruce to apologise and pay for it.

The moment he saw you something felt odd. Yes, you were in tears because you broke a billionaire statue... But you looked so- He can't explain what he felt then it was too complicated.

That was the begging of your friendship with Tim. Ever since the feeling of love grew into something bigger than he anticipated.

"Why?"

He asked, he was afraid of the answer yet he desperately needs to know what he did wrong. Why wouldn't you want him as much as he did?

He was so sure of himself that you loved him dearly maybe not as much as he did but it was there! He spent every hour making sure it was! What did he calculate so wrong? Was he so bewitched by you that his rational mind left and vapourised into delusion?

But, he couldn't think of any other big misinterpretation in his life to connect to this. He was smart, found out batman true identity and claim the title of Robin without anyone help...

Yet he couldn't understand what love was like? This wasn't your fault, it's his for viewing every detail with so much attention in hopes of you reciprocating his feelings that he convinced himself you did as well.

" I like someone else... "

He stood there as his blood drain from his brain, surely dying was better than seeing you smile at another guy just as he did with you.

God... If he can't have you what's the point. Yes he knew teenage love rarely ends well but he was sure that he wouldn't be able to fall in love with another anymore.

" I like Tim Drake "

The moment you told him suddenly all the blood rush back to his brain and as well as his face. So, he wasn't wrong... He knew it! Afterall he took 2 years to make sure that you like him back. Never doubted himself.

Next time the two of you met it was at the same place as where he tried his luck as Robin. But this time he finally got to call you his as an end result.

He kinda blame himself for confessing as Robin and not as the Tim you knew... Atleast he get's to kiss you against the gargoyle.

- Damian Wayne.

"I can't accept"

Damian stood there as he stared straight into your eyes sending chills down your spine. You wanted to look away but you were to scared to even act upon it.

He had accidentally said the word after he thought you died, but turns out the world just wanted to see him being humiliated as he saw you standing beside him shock.

He scoff not at you, he wasn't mad at you for having a basic opinion towards someone... He was mad at himself for being vulnerable enough to even utter it out loud.

You were from school and the only person who managed to be his 'friend' tho he usually refers to you as something else.

He hated you deeply for planting his mind with yourself and taunting him relentlessly as time past. Yet he wasn't very willing to let you go, he rather have you at arm's reach. He just wanted it gone without hurting you.

He's read enough manga to realise the feeling and he absolutely despite himself for falling for a plain girl like you. Although you being friends meant you weren't exactly normal...

Ignoring it only made it worse. He would sometimes end up sketching you without realising it, staring deeply at your face which from your point looks like he's judging you severely and the fact that he always saved you first amongst other.

Which he always ended up being teased for. Afterall he was the one who picked you up and took you to the safety zone while completely ignoring the mayor... In his defence there can always be another mayor but you on the other hand can never be replaced.

" I like someone else "

You utter out, not knowing what to even say to him. He was Robin afterall and the most intimidating one... And you rejected him straight to his face, you got some guts to even continue your speech.

Damian on the other hand felt a pang in his heart. Right, another person always intervene and stopped the second lead from ever having their chance... He hated love traingle even more now...

Whomever you fell for better be some kind of deity or he'll absolutely- He needs to control his mind. Although he appears to be unaffected outside he was having a whole monologue enough to create a romantic manga.

He just wish he's never met you at all and yet at the same time he was happy with the presence you have provided in his life, even if it meant breaking his own rules and the method he was taught at a young age.

" I like Damian Wayne! "

It seems his stare alone could made you completely loose control of your mouth, you're just making it worse...

Damian eyes widen abit, not enough to be noticed by you. Stupid you, why didn't you say so... Why did you have to be so stupid and make him feel like he actually got a chance to be happy?

Yet he did everything to make sure he didn't suddenly remove his domino and grab your face and kiss you, later he would cuss you out for speaking too much and little at the same time.

His demeanor change to something more comfortable, maybe falling for an idiot wasn't so bad when they can't even control themselves.

He thought he'd end up with someone as smart as him but guess that wouldn't be the greatest balance... His intelligence can compensate for all that you lack.

" I see "

He left without another word, you were obviously scared of him and that wasn't the best feeling. He understood tho, he wouldn't be comfortable around someone he rejected especially when they dress like a night freak.

The next day he saw you at school set your favourite drink on your table while still with that face of his.

" Learn to adapt under pressure, you'll go nowhere if not "

He didn't confess outright, there was plenty of time and his mind is set at being with you now. He just want to express his feelings more before he gets to call you his.

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on a writer block I might not continue some story yet I'll probably post new stuff more. I hope y'all understand

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Hi, I just read your Draw My Own Wings. But are you still considering making a part 2 of it?

yes, I'll start posting again

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haii!! PLS MAKE A PART 2 OF "DRAW MY OWN WINGS" 🙏🙏😭😭 I love the stories you write so much, ure literally my fave author!! Hope ure doing good today/tonight! take care of urself!! <3

Would definitely continue but since exam is close and im loosing touch it'll take longer then usual.

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Yandere BatBoys × Civilians reader!

One click and you loosen the rope, one click they're coming, one click they'll devour you.

You didn't even mean it, you inherit the camera from your late grandmother and the poster on the walls were alluring that day.

take a pictures of the vigilantes and get money in return, it was an easy deal. You needed the money eitherway.

There was no going back once you sign yourself in, sneaking around at night trying to find one in action or just idling.

You didn't mean to uncover so much, the disgusting desire is monsters, the lingering smell of ecstasy, how they were always there perfect and at their best for your camera.

At first you ignored it, it wasn't your fantasies to care about, the smell is nothing and they were feeding your stomach... It was way too easy.

Yet you held onto your camera tighter, smiling each time a perfect picture came and that greed in your face was visible.

You were too busy with perfection that you didn't notice the shadow looming behind you, the smirk that follows after you celebrate taking a perfect picture, the sudden shift of atmosphere and... The cold nagging you ignored.

How their eyes would stare back at your hiding spot after you successfully taken a pictures, their face decorated with a smile that was meant for you.

That way they would get so close yet hesitate, and stood still suddenly, almost as of they like to rise your heart beat.

You were a fool, guided by money and greed.

Your pretty small room filled with photos of each of them, hanging by the threat you created. You ended up being obsessed.

Not with them but with the money.

You didn't notice how your drawer was open after a long day of stalking, how your bed was wrinkled and smelled of a man with desire, how your window lock was broken and somehow more organized that usual.

You didn't care, not by a long shot. If you keep up the good work you'll move out and find a decent home.

Even at the comfort of your home there was something always wrong.

Something you could pinpoint.

Each time you slept you woke up tired and restless, your body ache badly like you slept ina bad position, your head dizzy and your room extremely organised.

At the bedside table you found a picture taken by your very own camera, your picture with them. Your blood ran cold, you did remembered anything like that happening.

Your face perfectly captured, a masculine hands caressing your cheeks like he have been worshipping you for decades...

You slap your face hard to wake yourself from this terrible dream, yet it was true...

At the back it was written:

' You need me to survive and so do I, I cannot handle to admire you from afar.. My palms are itching to meet yours, I'll tear my flesh to stop the logging or you accept to be mine. I do not wish to harm you, but don't cross our line, you will not blame me if you do cross it. I don't know how much longer I can resist my desire... Be prepared to meet me soon. '

You drop the photo on the ground and cold sweat down your forehead. This felt like a threat than a love letter.

You don't know which one is loosing restrain, you're helpless and can only assume.

You fell to the ground legs weak for no reason, you saw the pile of books you have read on the ground, ontop of eachother neatly... By size.

You opened it with trembling hands, inside the book words would be circled in a read pen... Some once and some alot.

' For I will feast upon my dear self or any beating heart then burn you with my presence '

' Only mine to devour '

' The taste of your blood on my tongue symbolises my devoting love '

Each word and sentences getting more sick and outrageous... You don't remember buying such books.

you held your head on your hand, heart itching deep inside. You didn't know what was happening... Were you lucid dreaming?

One page was written in a neat handwriting a letter addressed to you, this one was different from the one on the photo of yours.

' I will not stop until you are completely mine, when our soul and flesh merged our love will blossom. Afterall, you seek my presence first and therefore I grant you my twisted love '

God, this people are sick. You threw the book, you tried to get up yet you slipped and fell on the cold ground. Your legs completely numb and the dizziness never leaving.

You remembered drinking a cup of coffee you made and went to sleep, how did they slip the poison in? Or was it something else. But, you only drank coffee at home last night nothing else to consume.

you pick up your phone and dial your employer. The person who have been paying you and the reason for your situation.

You yelled and even cursed him out before he could talk. How this shitty job didn't pay you enough to be in this situation. To be the clown in skilled mans life.

When he respond your voice stuck in your throat, the voice was new not the raspy, always out of breath and clearly old didn't great you.

His voice was younger by sound, talks your age and the attitude was new. This was not your boss... What the hell is going on?

" Are you sure you want to quit? "

You didn't hesitate, the moment you realised your job was definitely going to cause more then expected you were ready to cut the line.

" Then... I'll have to cut your money since you couldn't complete it "

Well, that's fine. You've worked long enough to be unemployed for months.

" I'll also have to take the money back... Since it's in the terms and conditions of your job "

Take back? Is he serious, all the money in your account are earn through legal process...

Suddenly your phone ring, checking what was going on as you watch in horror the money from your account suck out.

Even the ones you earn through other side job was taken, completely freaked out you ask him what the hell was going on.

" See, darling you can't have everything you want... It's either you continue your work or starve, rent is due as well. I know you're smart enough to do the right thing. "

You didn't have a choice, it's either being homeless and possibly dying or continue your work.

Looking up from the ground you look at your camera, well kept and clean.

Reaching out for it you hold it against you. You'll be fine, just endure this for a while and you'll get out... Just a few more pictures.

more coming ->

Might turn this into a series.

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posting tomorrow :> idk about what tho

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- Draw My Own Wings.

Batfam × Neglected Reader( artist )!

SYPNOSIS: Your only escape from your cruel life is in your own hands.

WARNING: Not for sensetive people! Have several triggers.

Time flew fast and things chance it was simply normal for the earth to continue orbiting it's sun until it's gone.

It was normal for a father to forget one of his children and favour the rest.

It was normal to be forgotten but it's hard to be forgotten and making it obvious you are no longer welcomed in their home.. your home.

Taken by him after seeing your pathetic self and taking pitty he brought you home in his arms as your rested. Like a baby bird nesting with it's mother.

The first time you got to rest, in the arms of an unknown man that took you in his arms with the warmth of father.

It was dangerous to be at mercy so quickly but you were just a kid, tired, dirty and who missed any physical touch. Deprived of others and normality.

You could still remember it so vividly.

You were sitting by the wooden bed scaring away the bugs and pests especially the rats.

You were hungry but didn't dare to move away, scared that they would began festing on your poor mother who haven't woken up in weeks.

The stench could turn anyone stomach into a mush of green yet your loves for your mother stood stronger. Ignoring the stench as you fought off rats and bugs.

Then he came, look at your pathetic state and convince you to stay with him, as you let go of your mothers cold hand's for the first time.

His knees was on the floor as he hug you tight, his arms wrap around your smaller frame like a father meeting their child after a long time a long and hard time.

You remembered his wonderful word that sent you to another life you've never dreamt of.

"You'll be my daughter from today... I won't leave you cold, you'll have a father..."

He himself didn't knew what came over him when he saw you, to speak so unlikely of himself to do. But his mouth moves without any warning and he embrace you.

But now that fatherly embrace and warmth was for someone else... his affection and words didn't last long with you.

He used to read you bedtime story but now he rarely speak to you directly instead he would rather stay at his son bedroom when he's asleep to check on him.

You weren't his priority anymore, your privilege of having a father rip out form your own hands before you could even enjoy it longer.

Even the eldest Dick who was very enthusiastic to meet you acted like you weren't a living breathing person.

Everyday you texted him, updating him on anything because you just wanted to talk, you've never had anyone to talk to never.

You couldn't speak at times because of all the time you shut your mouth while crying so your mother could rest in peace, the countless days you spent covering your mouth so she won't be disturbed.

Forcing yourself to not speak made you hard at speech at times, but talking to him your older brother felt natural and you liked it. He helped you reach your potential yet he left you at the edge by yourself.

You've tried reaching for his hands for him to listen to your voice hoping that he might turn back and everything will he normal again. Your difficulty in speaking only increase when he harshly push you aside.

"You shouldn't be this clingy and desperate, you're not a baby anymore and it's annoying not adorable"

His words simple yet did something weird inside your heart, this wasn't the older brother you've always idolise... He's simple grown tired of you as usual.

You two had something special a bond that you only read about it in novels.. But now he doesn't even seem to recognise your face.

Busy with the new kid as well, who was cocky and full of himself and mean. You didn't understand why they wanted to bond with him so bad for.

You've tried so hard to be likeable and for this new demon to come out of nowhere and to be better? That isn't fair.

He didn't try his hardest to fit in with everything while you did everything to be likeable, you hate the idea of being forgotten when you are already addicted to the taste of being wanted.

You've never had anything great and this kid had something already and he's greedily taking yours, infront of your eyes and unable to do anything.

Now that everything was slowly rotting infront of your eyes you couldn't handle it. Your only escape from the true world was your own art.

"Dick? Are you busy?"

you asked wanting to invite him for a hangout which you've never had in years.

Honestly the only time you even managed to have a word with him was when he was with someone else and they weren't talking, other than that he wasn't around.

Not to see you, not to talk to you and not even when you were crying at nights due to pressure and your poor health yet he never came for you.

Your first ever solution of comfort broke into pieces and taken by another face, you were jealous of course but you couldn't do anything but to watch.

"Me and Damian are going to the museum, I'll be busy"

He wasn't even looking at you, just staring at his phone typing whatever nonsense and it broke you genuinely.

"Could you call him? Im really excited to spend times with my little brother, they're growing so fast better take advantage"

He obviously doesn't see you as a younger sibling anymore, if it wasn't Damian it would be Tim or annoying Jason.

He always went out with him, never you. He acted like you had no feelings nor needs and it's unfair.

Isolation from the world was your only hope in slowing down the damage.

Your family that once loves you now replaced you with another face, that kept you wondering if you ever meant a thing... Was loving you simply a phase?

Is loving you so hard? You weren't extraordinary or anything according to yourself atleast. You've restrained your weird behaviour so they won't be weirded out yet that doesn't mean anything.

your hands are cramping from holding onto the pencil hard, you couldn't careless.

Your tears soaking the paper as you continue drawing, everything ache so badly and you wanted it gone.

Then suddenly a drop of red fell on your drawing ruining it, you sigh heavily.

Your nose was bleeding slowly, the blood dropping onto the white sheet as it got absorbed by it with poor efforts.

Your eyes felt heavy but you didn't complain just looking up as the blood still trickle down onto the sides of your face.

The drawing of Bruce, your supposed father. You have drawn the way you had remembered how you first saw him, that gentle smile and the best hug ever... How come time change people so much?

You tried to wipe the blood to no avail it soak through and smeared the blood all over his face, you turn the next page to saw that your other drawing weren't save either.

The drawing of everyone of them soaked with your blood, you almost cried because that was days of work down the drain because your stupid nose decided to bleed.

"Fucking God... Why me"

You muttered, closing the note at the verge of bursting into tears. Then suddenly something sharp hit you.

Your stomach is tearing itself, that what's it felt like atleast.

You haven't eaten well, Alfred already fed him more leaving you with less portions, always cleaning after him leaving you in the dark alone and scared.

You didn't understand why you weren't allowed basic needs.

Is it because im terrible? I've never done much, I've tried so hard to be good yet they always find a reason... to make me wish myself death.

Nothing satisfied them. Your outstanding scores you achieve with several lack of sleep that resulted into sleep paralysis every tine you slept, you've told dick about it he told you that... it was nothing compared to damian.

There again, always mentioning the slob even when it's about you, clearly nothing in this house is ever about you. You're just the adorable child for three years, easily replaceable.

Right everything you did was just behind him no matter what, no one could celebrate you without bringing him into the conversation... He was your shadow, always mentioned and speak more favourable of.

You tried so hard to not hate or be jealous but something inside of you just want him gone. Away from your family... It's a horrifying thought but your heart couldn't think of anything else better for you.

You clutch onto your stomach as you whimper in pain, you couldn't tell if it was hunger or a normal ache.

Everyone else could be sick except you, cause the moment you utter your sickness everything was always about you right.

"Im feeling unwell, my stomach is hurting..."

You told Alfred alone in the kitchen while he wash the dishes.

You've been ignoring the pain that makes eating unbearable, the feeling of food still in your intestine yet felt undigested...

"Master, you are aware that I am quite occupied as of now?"

His voice hold the same gentleness or you couldn't hear it because of the pain, the underlying annoyance.

"Alfred please, it's been like this son-"

"Master do I have to remind you that you aren't the one with bad illness constantly?"

You stood there shock, you didn't understand why he would even mentioned that... You just felt sick. You didn't mean to... Do anything bad.

"I-"

"You cannot bother or try to attract attention this way Master, those with serious illness are envious of your state yet you perform their greatest weakness... Do behaviour Master"

You were utterly shock, wanted to cry bit nothing even bother to roll out.

You stood there frozen, trying to understand what you said wrong to always be the troubled one...

"Im sorry?"

You didn't know what to do or feel. Sad because he didn't even listen or doubt... maybe he was right.

You don't speak of your illness you can't. Nobody listen, they never do.

Even starvation felt better than being ignored by the people you cared for...

Everyday you wome up you couldn't help but always think of Damian.

How Jason spent more time with him and let's not forget Jason hated your gut from the beginning.

Still to this day while he went easier on Tim towards you? He's an absolute devil on earth ro torment you.

Tim is too busy to acknowledge you as a person, he doesn't even remember your names... Just talked to you to make him some coffe and complain everytime you made them.

"It's too sweet, are you trying to poison me?"

You couldn't tell if he was joking or not, he seems serious his gaze right at yours his brows focus.

"Can't you be useful for anything?"

Alright, you understood your value.

"If you have no use then you shouldn't even be here... I don't need a complete slot as my sibling"

He seems pissed off now, you blamed it on the lack of sleep and over working himself. He wouldn't speak to you like that, right?

"Damian?"

You called his name, abit nervous he did texted you to come outside into the backyard...

He was burning something's, seems like a cramping set-up.

A big smile spread onto your face as you walk closer. Is your wish coming through, did pne of your family members finally remembered you were apart of their family?

So many questions yet no answers, he was smiling as well with a book on his hand's reading.

When you came closer and look at the fuel pf the fire it looks like books- drawing books.

Your face went pale, he threw the book he was holding into the fire you saw the cover... a pink and blue imagine, the same one Bruce gave to you on your first birthday...

You went straight for the fire, not caring how much it hurt.

He was burning your drawing books, every one of them as he watch in horror as you reach into the fire and tried to took them out.

Your hands were burning yet you didn't stop, some note contains pictures of your mother the one you have drawn tons of times to remember... You CANNOT lose them...

The skin on your hand was melting yet you didn't stop, reach inside the fire embracing it and taking the burning note out as hot tears stream down your cheeks.

"No! no no no... Please no, not this- I can't... No..."

You couldn't think straight, the pain the high emotions you were feelings and the thought of losing you mother drawing...

Damian pulled you away from the fire after he saw you reaching in without caring about the fact that your skin was melting off.

"You dumb-ass! Are you trying to intentionally kill yourself infront of me for silly books you've kept away!?"

He yelled at you furious, not because you've hurt yourself to salvage the damage he has cause because he will be in trouble now that you burnt your hands.

"No! Let go, it's still doable! I won't let you take everything from me... It's not fair!"

You scream struggle and even hit him hard for him to let you go, those silly books were everything.

You memories, the mouth when you couldn't express, the feelings you've felt you couldn't tell anyone, the image of another you with the whole family... Everything.

You've kept them hidden for a reason, browsing through each of them whenever life was killing you again.

Everyone have gone out to witness what was going on and obviously the moment they saw the red on Damian face they went off on you.

Ignoring the blood and skin that was all over the place, Damian seems shocked as well. You couldn't stop the tears and your heart from ripping itself.

"It's just some drawings books... I can always buy another, you do not need to hit your brother"

He doesn't understand the value it hold, the new one would be soul less and no love... it couldn't compare.

"You just wanted to hit Damian cause you are helping because you are a spoiled brat that cannot go without attention"

"They shouldn't be here... They only caust trouble for us"

"This is utterly unacceptable Master Bruce, this is a behaviour of a child with no decipline"

Your books were gone... You were sent to your room and Damian was being taken care of... Well they bandage your hands but Damian was still being cared for but much longer..

You tried to draw but you couldn't, the pain was all over the place after the adrenaline wear off.

You couldn't draw... You're dead. You are no longer important, you are to be dead.

You covered your face with your hands as panick sets in, your only escape from everything was gone...

Now you truly are over.

"No... I am dead"

You utter quietly, ever since Damian came into the picture your only superiority was drawing... He was good but not as much as you, afterall you practice till you puke.

Your only talent that surpress the love child... Was now gone, it would be the same thing as dying if you couldn't even be of use now...

Bruce who decided to check up on you to discuss about your behaviour and maybe sending you away came inside.

"We need to talk, your action towards Damian is un-"

He stood frozen, your door creaking as it open further. His blood went cold and the word left his mouth completely.

Your body on the ground with foam seeping out of your mouth, your eyes wide open as a bottle was on your hands.

The same pills he have given to you to ease your stomachache, the one he didn't tell you anything about or how to ingest them... He didn't wanted to waste him time talking about that with you.

Next to you was a paper, a drawing... The mast thing you drew a butterfly with incomplete wings, it was messy and it felt like it was drawn by a young child.

Bruce remembered now... He remembered your soft small hands on his as you would smile at him brightly speaking nonsense.

"I like butterflies, they're free to do whatever... When I die I want to be one! Dad I promise to always visit you if I became one!"

Today was the day you've met him... The day he opened his arms so willingly for a stray he's just met...

What have he done?

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hear me out, batfamily with a teenage reader that gets in trouble for fighting...BUT the reader won because they had used a move they saw that member of the batfamily do. For example, Reader jabs the other kid in the throat to choke them up then suplex's them or something😭 OR Reader uses a weapon they might've used and won that fight (obviously not Damian's or Jason's because they can be lethal) but it can't be Bruce's either because that's just straight hands and reader isn't that advanced yet lol. So i'm just gonna go with Dick or Tim's weapon of choice. Say for example there's for some reason a heavy but thin lying pole around, Reader just grabs that and starts beating on the kid with it but with Red Robin's moves for some reason(or nightwing's). this is purely just for fun but tysm for reading it at least. if you do write it may it PLEASE be separate with the characters? like to each their own scenario, or not it's up to you

- Teenagers Are Scary.

BatBoys × sibling reader ( Platonic )

SYPNOSIS: Copy and Paste but just make it more violent.

You were never one to hesitate every since you were born, that's how you were raise. The one that hesitate will be left to starve and the ones who never hesitate got to see the daylight again.

Simple and easy rule, nothing complicated about it.

Growing up in the street really build characters in people.

Hesitation doesn't run in the blood, an unattended belonging? yours, a wallet that is very visible? yours, random money on the ground? yours. If it's not by someone side it's yours.

Even if angry dogs are surrounding it, you would fight them. Older kids trying to steal something you already set your eyes on? Just use the plank or brick to scare them or better hit them hard enough to scare but not hard enough for jail.

That's how you and your mother survive for eight years, it wasn't fancy like in the books but it was something. You can't blame a kid for trying to survive.

After a long day of running from people's and cops that want you dead you went home, your mother laying dead on the ground.

You sit near her body for a day straight without moving, no tears, no panick, just processing the moment and trying to find a way to escape the orphanage system.

Then he came, batman. One look at your rough and dirty self suddenly you got adopted by a rich man the next day.

Who you later found out to be batman.

You had promise yourself to forget about the past life and finally choose the peaceful way of life when you had an option.

But, boy do you wish to raise your hand.

"Do you have Asthama?"

You asked the boy who had been bothering another girl for sometimes, she herself clearly told him to stop but he doesn't seem to understand english.

"No... Wh-"

Before he could answer you, you jabbed him on the neck.

Turns out defending people against annoying people is a bad thing and got suspended for a week.

"Little wing, why would you jab him? You do realise that you are suspended right? It better be for a good reason, you're lucky B isn't here"

Dick the moment he saw you walk inside began to lecture you on behalf of Bruce, well let's be honest he's alot more kind but his word hold more significant since he's the eldest.

"He was annoying"

You answered simply, you didn't understand what you did wrong you just simply defend a harmless girl.

Why is everyone so mad for? A rematch would be a good way to get everyone off your back.

"Little wing, this isn't like the street you can't harm people for that reason here... Now what did he do exactly?"

After explaining what had happened he seems to be relaxing... But still not happy with the way you had handle it.

"He could have hurt you... And thank God he didn't cause I won't be able to stop whatever forces that will be seeking revenge on your behalf."

Dick added to lighten the mood up, he meant Damian and Jason would definitely terrorise the kid if he touch you.

You have learnt how to jab people without any long term damage by watching him... So he was also involve one way or another.

He doesn't know if he should be mad or impress that you learn such move by just watching and somehow practising.

"Don't tell B, im proud of you for handling the case maybe next time just not too much violence?"

He pat your head as he smile, his siblings are so diverse one doesn't even realise what hesitation is...

"Still, pretend to be upset Alfred might catch on that I let you free"

Jason on the other hand was excited to meet you after he got news that you got in another fight.

Jason understand your anger and lack of hesitate alot better than anyone else.

He was also from the street and surprisingly when he was your age he was very kind compared to you.

He can see that you were trying your best to not go back to your old life style but it's hard when it's everything you ever knew.

At the park while you were going out with a friend this new girl with the entitlement of an European monarchy came up to her and push her.

Well for any mature person they would let it go and talk about it later.

Not you, never you.

You wouldn't let another hand touch your precious friend like that, from where you were from that was the biggest sign of disrespect and that isn't alright.

You complete forgot about the fact that you were no longer obliged to follow that rule and went after her.

The poor girl was running for her life as you continued to chase her, thanks to the fact that you were used to running from cops you caught to her quick.

Although you weren't stupid enough or mad enough to just yank her by her hair you insted hug her.

She was utterly confused and did try to struggle her way out of your grip.

But Instead you held tighter, not forgetting that adult's were indeed present.

"The leaf are slippery"

After that sentence you accidentally fell backwards while still holding onto the girl and lifting her, suplexing her.

You've saw Jason did it before infact he taught you that move.

He was always the one who brought up on how you would be able to defend yourself from bully without any warning or problem.

Basically Jason train you to beat others without getting into trouble, he was a professional.

"So you use the move?"

He asked curiously, afterall he had been waiting to hear the result of his teaching for a while.

"Yup, they actually check up on me first than her"

"Good, I supposed teaching you the art of violence in disguise is a great bounding material. I am a better mentor than that bat"

Jason exclaimed, he wanted to say he was proud but he need to hold back so you'll continue to work harder.

"Can you teach me how to terrorise people without direct involvement next?"

Yup, you're the best sibling he could ever ask for.

Tim on the other hand seeing you with no hesitation scared him, abit.

You had been accompanying him during his patrol, although you weren't a vigilante yet Bruce insist that you learn the route and other small matters. (He wants you to bound with your siblings more)

As a result you were tagging along with Tim, with a paper bag on your hear with a hole for an eye. Your fashion was unimaginable.

You were learning good and overall a good night. Bruce did gave you a uniform but you like to wear a normal' pants and shirt with sneakers and a paper bag from the last fast good you order.

While chasing after a kid that you absolutely hate you managed to catch him before he could due to pure hatred.

Picking up a thin metal pipe and hitting him on the leg as he kiss the ground hard. Tim notice the way you hold it, just like he did.

He did remember during the latest patrol you two had he did use the same move just yours was sloppier and you hit them alot harder.

It was like looking at the past, you really did learn everything from the way he hold it to even how you were standing... He's abit scared on how fast you catch up.

The kid was squirming on the ground cause you did hit him on the knee with a loud thud.

You on the other hand place your foot on him to stop him from moving, yes it wasn't necessary but you took your chance.

"Cuff him"

You demanded still holding onto the pipe.

Tim doesn't know if he should tell you or let Bruce take his part as your father... Well he would most likely be drag in since he is his son as well...

"You hit him too hard, don't step on him either he isn't resisting"

He told you, he can't let Bruce know about this.

"Could have done worse"

you mumbled, listening to your older brother.

Damian was picking you up from school when he saw you getting pick on.

He saw the other kid tugging at your hair more then once and you were surprisingly calm. Damian was disappointment at that moment.

He doesn't like seeing people just taking it when they're being bullied and he was thinking about teaching you how to fight.

Last time he check you beat the life out of Tim with a pillow. Maybe you weren't as much of a demon outside? You must be one of those people who cares about reputa-

Before he could finish thinking you look at the kid dead in the eye.

Put your hands on his shoulder and hit him with your forehead, the kid on the other hand began to cry as you went back to normal.

It was satisfying to watch, the kid friends tried to comfort and even try to hit you back.

He was abit concern now, you were the youngest and they out number you plus you haven't been trained yet you were eleven.

You took a very thick book from someone wnd proceed to hit them with it and yeah you won.

One example and no one wanted to know what you will use next.

"What was that about?"

He asked, he knew what it was about he just wanted to hear you talk about it.

"I saw you hitting Tim with your forehead once... That got him to shut up, I just wanted him to stop I didn't knew it would hurt"

Lie, you knew damn well how much ut would hurt. Your forehead is turning red from the impact.

Damian does remember what you were referring to, Dick, Jason and Tim tried to smash his face with cake and Tim was the one holding the cake.

He headbutt him because struggling out of Dick hold was hard and he just wanted to hit Tim, fortunately you were there to witness everything.

Guess he's a good influence then.

The book was just you utilising your surrounding object. Hitting them hard was just to show them who the real deal was.

He wasn't mad, he was the same when he was your age just honest. You? could talk your way out of it with that facade innocent of yours.

Atleast one of his siblings is nearly as great as he is.

[sangunary]

ur my fav dc writer ! I hope u get even more followers luv u lots !

THANKK UUU, It's good to be someone favourite lolol

[sangunary]

OMG WOKE UP AFTER A FOUR HOUR SLEEP TO THIS, I LOVE YOU VERMIN!