#Kageyama was added because he got dragged in kicking and screaming

[livencorazon]

Oh my gods I have a long quiz in a few hours but I'm here typing this new idea out, all because I got into Haikyuu (even if I was hyper fixated on batman fics, I blame those gatcha reacts) but eniweyss! A CROSSOVER WITH BATMAN THIS ONE!

I know it's a weird one but this is fanfiction ✨

A Bat surrounded by Cats

Antoinette Wayne is the youngest child among Bruce Wayne's brood. She did not participate in both Vigilante business or thieving business, but that didn't mean she ignored any lessons she was taught. She discovered sports when Gotham invited athletes over, intrigued when she saw how the Manager handle their teams, (if she ended up following the managers around each time a team of athletes visits Gotham, the media had a field day, it is rare for her to be interested in something after all.)

Antoinette was 12 when she decided to study in Japan. She decided to use her Japanese name after she gained dual citizenship. Antoinette Wayne left Gotham; but it was Hibari Takara who entered Japan.

Takara was enrolled in Yukigaoka Junior High, became a manager for the Boys' Volleyball Team on her first day, which actually brought others. The school actually had players which surprised many and she was given the nickname 'The Blue-Eyed Piper'. She made a name for herself even if she was not a player.

When she turned 15, she chose Nekoma High, especially since his eldest brother followed her to Japan and chose to head the Wayne Branch in Tokyo. Naturally, she applied for the position of Manager in the Boys' Volleyball Team, by that point, they went through five managers and none stayed for too long.

The Boys VB Team are really happy and excited to have the famous Blue-Eyed Piper with them. They immediately knew the reason why she was called as such other than her obvious blue eyes, Takara actually made training plans, warm-ups, and exercises on the spot as they all share their strengths and weaknesses. And they could see Manabu started grinning like a cat that got a canary behind her.

Takara earned another nickname courtesy of Tetsuro Kuroo, but really, everyone agreed only because she was the youngest in the team despite her position as the Manager "Kitten" only the Volleyball Team could call her that tho, Takara unknowingly had another nickname spread throughout the school when it was clear 'Kitten', was only for the team to use. And that nickname was "Neko-hime"

Learning of that nickname, Richard Grayson has a field day.

Richard Grayson visited Nekoma High at one point without telling Takara, he goes by the name Hibari Shinji, by that point he's a well known CEO that parts time as a model. Imagine Nekoma High's Boys VB Team's surprise when said model opened the gym doors and for their manager to toss a towel in high speed to the man who let the towel hit his face before grinning and almost crooned.

"Little Treasure, it seems like you surrounded yourself with Cats,"

<3

[lost-stargazer-girl]

|| A Step at a Time||

Fandom: Haikyuu

Pairing: eventual!OCxOikawa

Word Count for this Chapter: 2054

*Author’s note and other chapters listed at the end*

Chapter 3: Shadow’s Mark

She is always hiding. Not in the conventional sense of course, though many often ponder what “conventional” could mean in this day and age where the impossible can become reality. The girl learns the importance of masks, their necessity for her survival in a world where many often see through children instead of at them and their suffering. She, in turn, allows herself to melt into the background and observe. “Children are like sponges,” as the saying goes. The girl embraces this, lives by it, and becomes it. 

Babies, the girl learns, are the only true things in the world. They express themselves freely, never hesitating to scream and cry or laugh and smile. She envies them. The girl, Akane, doesn’t remember ever being that carefree. Was there a time when she didn’t have to worry about appearances? Expectations? She doesn’t remember and so, she moves on.

Children, Akane muses, are brats. Most don’t know how to control or identify their emotions. Well, most. Akane is five when she witnesses a child having a tantrum in the toy section of her grocery store. She is shopping for her family while her parents are preoccupied at work. She’s never been in the toy section and doesn’t really see the appeal, to be completely honest. She would rather spend that money on food and snacks, her parents never let her have snacks or candy like most kids get. 

Teenagers, she grates within her mind, are some of the most arrogant and aggravating stains in the world. Akane is playing tag in the park with the olive-eyed boy, Hajime, when two pretentious teenagers trip her to the floor as she is running. “Oh?” one of the boys mockingly muse, “the little princess tripped! Her poor appearance is ruined now!” The boys start to laugh at her as she rises from the ground and dusts herself off. She gazes at them for a moment, long enough for them to stop laughing and smirk at her as their eyebrows raise in a challenge. Akane only flashes blindingly white teeth in a disarming smile as she kicks both of the boys in their jewels and walks away as the boys crash to the ground to groan and yell. She has better things to do, she thought, as she catches a glimpse of brown, spiky hair running toward her. 

Adults, young and old, are confusing. So many say one thing but do another, she notes. With a steady crimson gaze, Akane watches the various behaviors of those in the park. Hajime is not there to play with her but that’s okay, she can keep herself busy. Adults are more controlled, she realizes. But that makes their tells all the more obvious to her. She observes smiles and eyes and eyebrows and the entire facial and body expressions of each and every adult she could in the park. She discerns fake smiles from real smiles, a flash of joy in the eyes to the flash of anger, and so on until she is able to completely read whoever she sees. It’ll come in handy for her, she knows. 

… 

Oikawa Tooru feels annoyance buzz through him as if it were a second skin. While he still flounces through the halls with his million dollar smile and greets his fangirls with the usual amount of enthusiasm and encouragement, he boils from within. There are very few things that Oikawa lets bother him to this extent, and this situation is a big one.  

As he bounds to his homeroom class, Oikawa passes by Iwa-chan. “IWA-CHAN,” he pouts, “why didn’t you wait for me today so we could walk to school like we usually do? Where were you at practice yesterday and this morning? You know as my vice-captain, now that our third years are graduating, we need to show our dedication to the sport and be good role models to our kohai!” The brunette finishes his rant and takes a deep breath. He places his hands on his hips and stares imploringly at his best friend, the source of his current distress. 

Iwa-chan only stares at Oikawa with a deathly calm stare. “Get out of my way,” he grunts and walks past the gaping brunette, making sure to hit Oikawa’s shoulder with his own. The setter could only stare after his best friend’s back in complete confusion. He hadn’t done anything to evoke such a response from Iwa-chan. The olive-eyed boy may have a gruff and rude manner towards him, but he’s never been dismissive. Iwa-chan knows Oikawa hates nothing more, not even Kageyama or Ushiwaka, than to be dismissed. 

Clenching his hands into fists, Oikawa struts off to his homeroom. Fine, he thinks bitterly, if Iwa-chan wants to be that way, then so be it. His irritation had not lessened throughout the day, only increasing with the rumors of that girl still going around and the absence of his best friend. 

The last bell of the day rang. Oikawa stays in his seat until the rest of his class leaves, waving and shouting words of farewell to the appropriate people. With the classroom now empty, the setter allows himself a sigh of aggravation as he slumps in his seat and crosses his arms irritably. He needs to get a grip before practice. As captain and the “goofball” of the Seijou volleyball club, he needs to be able to maintain his cheerful attitude. Oikawa takes a few deep breaths before slapping his face with his hands and smiles. He collects his items and bounds off for the changing rooms. 

… 

Akane Kagami grimaces slightly at the broad back of one Iwaizumi Hajime. She trails after him on her crutches slowly, knowing he would notice if she tries to escape. The view of the gym becomes closer and closer, along with Kagami's growing anxiety. The black haired girl timidly taps her friend's back, "Haji, do I really have to come? I can just wait for you at the bench by the entrance gate, it's fine with me." The girl is frantically attempting to convince the male that this whole event is completely. 

Hajime stops and turns to Kagami, he regards her for a moment before quirking up an unimpressed brow, "You and I both know I'm not dragging you to my practice just because it's convenient. I would've just walked you home and walked back here, it doesn't bother me one bit. But the thing between you and Shittykawa has got to stop." Kagami watches as he turns back around and resumes striding towards the gym. It's a little funny how much more ominous the building becomes to her. "And plus," he continues gruffly, "I promised to take care of you, I'm not gonna let my asshole of a best friend bully and demean you. You do enough of that to yourself anyway." 

The girls stops abruptly and stares after Hajime as he continues on his way to the gym, still processing his words. She squeaks suddenly before blushing a bright shade of crimson, nearly matching her intense eye color, and stumbles off to catch up to the boy as best she could on crutches. Hajime stops walking when he reaches the entrance door of the gym, having already changed before meeting up with the red eyed girl, and waits for Kagami to catch up. She does so, huffing irritably up at him. 

“Can you walk without those yet,” he questions, eyes going towards the instruments of pain holding her up. “It won’t really be a problem, but I don’t want you to slip on the gym floors.”

Kagami rolls her eyes and hisses, “I told you I can walk without them for short distances, you just won’t let me.” Crutches are a pain, especially when one doesn’t fix them by adding cushions and such like Kagami. She hates her crutches in every way possible, even if they do help with her upper body strength. She likes being able to help herself, having others do things for her is a blow to her pride. Kagami only relies on herself and a very small amount of people, including Hajime. 

Flashes of a small room filled with shadows and a small, lonely girl looking in a mirror make her wince. Kagami shakes her head desperately to ward the images from her mind as a callused hand gently grabs her scarred one and squeezes in reassurance. Her eyes shoot up to meet the steady ones of Hajime. She idly notices how a small beam of sunlight manages to shine in his eyes for a split second before he blinks at the sudden brightness. It is only for a second, but Kagami is left in awe at the kaleidoscope of colors the olive eyes hold. Shades of forest, mint, chocolate, and gold are revealed in that split second and leaves her breathless. She squeezes back and drops his hand, gesturing towards the door with a swipe of her palm and a determined gaze. Hajime grins wickedly at her before confidently pushing the gym door.

The bright lights of the gym blind Kagami for a moment, causing the girl to blink rapidly before placing both crutches in one hand and limping inside. She has her black gym shoes with gold highlights on, she rarely ever has a chance to use them since moving back to Miyagi from Tokyo. The nostalgic sounds of volleyballs being spiked and shoes squeaking on the gym floors hit Kagami and causes a smile to light up her normally disinterested features. As Hajime enters before her, calls of his family name begin to ring out in greeting along with the sounds of volleyball practice. However, as she steps inside, the sounds stop. 

Kagami’s palms begin to shake as her nerves get the better of her. While she’s a fairly confident person now compared to her childhood years, she still has problems being the center of so many gazes. Especially when those gazes belong to giants that could possibly cause her arms to break off if she tries receiving their spikes. Quickly scanning the boys with a practiced eye, the girl shakes off her distress and bows in front of them with her hands crossed on her legs respectfully. “Pardon the intrusion,” she exclaims. “Please continue your practice and disregard my presence!” Silence reigns after her introduction as Kagami continues to bow. 

“Oi,” Kagami glances up as she hears Hajime irritably huff at the gawking boys. “Stop slacking off and get to work already, we’ve got to be ready for the Inter-High in couple of months and for any incoming first years!” The girls releases a sigh of relief as the comforting sound of practice resumes around her, that was pretty awkward. She straightens and sends a small smile towards Hajime as the boys turns to look at her from his protective stance a few steps in front of the girl. He grins back in response and sends her a thumbs up. 

“Well, well, well, Iwa-chan,” a silken voice purrs behind Hajime. “You’re not one to bring girls to practice, what a surprise.” Kagami watches in fascination as irritation extinguishes the fondness in her friend’s eyes and a vein begins to show its appearance. She glances down and yeup, Hajime’s hands are clenched so harshly that his fists have whitened. “Well, Iwa-chan? Aren’t ya going to introduce me to your girl-- ITAI!~” Hajime whirls so fast that the other boy has no time to dodge the fist coming his way. “Mean, Iwa-chan,” the boy exclaims as he grips his head soothingly. The boy, tears building in his eyes, sniffs pretentiously at Hajime before tilting his head slightly to look at the girl. Kagami, already knowing who the boy is, stiffens in response and waits for it. It takes a second for Oikawa Tooru to realize just who he is gazing at, but Kagami sees the shine of recognition gradually enter his eyes. Along with the rage. “What is this,” he seethes, whirling towards Hajime with flashing eyes and a gritted smile. 

Kagami winces at both the vehement tone and the sound of her friend’s fist finding its home on the top of Oikawa-senpai’s head. “This,” Hajime responds with matching venom, digging his knuckles more harshly into the brunette’s head as if he could smash manners into it, “is Akane Kagami, Shittykawa. A close childhood friend of mine, so you better damn well treat her nicely.”

*Author’s Note*

AHHHHH~ Sorry this chapter took so long to be posted *prayer hands* I hope you guys enjoy reading it as it is my longest chapter yet. Some of it may seem like it’s pretty unnecessary but I thought they were pretty relevant to knowing more about Kagami’s character hehe!

P.S. Can y’all let me know if I’m linking the chapter’s right? It looks right but idk *shrugging motion*

~ Prologue ~ Chapter 1 ~ Chapter 2 ~