#baby batsis

[nosyrobin]

Halloween imagine with babybat!reader

Babybat!reader giggling as Damian laid out a Robin costume. His dear sibling must be wearing the costume of the superior Robin. As Damian turns around to make sure the costume is down to the exact detail, reader is snatched up by Tim. Tim has a Red Robin costume, he wanted his baby sibling to be him for Halloween so he can show off to the young justice team. As tim is running out of Damian’s room, Jason tackles Tim to the ground and secures the baby bat.

Now Jason is running off chuckling as Tim is laid out in the ground. Damian just came out of his room with his katana ready to slice. Jason does a sharp turn into his room, he pulls out his a specialized costume red hood helmet. As the bad boy of the brother goes to put the helmet on, dick comes out of no where grabbing the baby and running.

Now all the brothers are after the og robin. Dick sticks his tongue out while running for his life, Bruce raises a brow at his sons. Dick trips, the baby, the poor bat started flying a little too early. The boys froze shock, and finally Bruce caught his child with a stern look. that was before Bruce laughed out loud and walked away, now he could dress you up as him. Batman. Alfred was smiling the whole time this nonsense went on. It was sure a theatric moment.

[lemondytart]

"Don't be fooled."

How can a baby made this much mess?!

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[stormofbats4224]

Two more weeks until I can see my baby again, I miss her sm😭😭

My lil Breaded Chicken Patty, Bo

[wydownaspiider]

idk if i posted this already but this is a fake movie poster for an instagram collab :)

based on the rosemary’s baby poster

[toytanks]

we keep calling batman n bruce "baby" it's honestly a problem

[melody-han-wayne]

I come back to Gotham for the holidays only to find that Damian has grown twice my height and has a voice lower than a double bass 😭😭

[brooch-and-tackle]

Brooch and Tackle Ch. 1 Along Came Batsy

Word Count: 3,509

Warnings: Canon/OC, fluff

Summary: After the events of Portal Jacked, the boys and Hueso attempt to make their way back to the surface, but where did Raph go? Who is that yokai he’s with?

AO3

The Pirate Bazaar was bustling; yokai of all kinds were going from booth to booth browsing the many goods on display. Señor Hueso ignored the obnoxious vendors as he led four mutant turtle brothers away from the S.S. Queen Alexis. The brothers were slow to follow the bone man. It wasn’t every day they could walk around during the day and no one scream or run away after laying eyes on them. Hueso gave an irritated sigh. He wanted to get back to his restaurant, not babysit teens! What could possibly be so fascinating about an outdoor market, anyway? He scanned the crowd and found Pepino browsing a stall that sold weapons, his odachi strapped to his back. The small orange one was having an enthusiastic conversation with a rabbit yokai about mystic spices. The purple one was the closest to him. He stood next to Hueso looking at his phone. He seemed to be disinterested in the happenings of the market. Hueso couldn’t blame him. It could be over stimulating with so many vendors yelling and the bright colors. Speaking of bright colors, Hueso couldn’t see the red one. One would think it would be difficult to lose such a mountain of a mutant wearing bright red in a crowd. However, he was not so lucky. The red one was missing. Another sigh escaped from his lips as a headache began to form. He was too old to be wrangling children. 

“Purple one,” Hueso turned to the uninterested teen. “Where is the red one?”

“Hm? Oh, uh, I think he went that way,” Donnie pointed one of his robotic extremities down the road towards the stalls the small group had yet to get to; attention never leaving his phone. 

Hueso followed the mechanical arm’s direction. He had to squint to make out the specs of red and green shrinking into the distance. He groaned and rubbed his temples. 

“Pepino!” Hueso attempted to get the blue clad turtle’s attention. “If we do not hurry, we will not be able to keep up with your brother!”

Leo looked up from the katana he was inspecting, his face turned from confused to concerned in the blink of an eye. Where was Raph? He didn’t see him. Oh no. He fumbled to put down the weapon he had been holding before running to yank Mikey away from his own conversation. Blurs of blue, orange, and purple went weaving in and out of the crowd towards their oldest brother. Hueso shook his head and walked after them. Teenagers.

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Raph had never seen so many colors and people before in one place! Sure, he and his brothers lived in New York City, but being mutants didn’t give them the chance to be above ground during the day. He couldn’t get enough of the displays of colorful fabrics, the sweet smells of freshly baked goods, or the laughter of yokai children running in and out from between stalls in some kind of game. He went from stall to stall admiring the craftsmanship of handmade items: jewelry, beads, fabric, even furniture! That is to say, until he spotted a stall that stood out even amongst its already colorful neighbors. This stall’s roof was bright pink with matching ribbons wrapped around its supports. The fabric shimmered in the light of the sun. When Raph got closer, he could see that the shimmer was light reflecting against pieces of crystal that had been sewn into the fabric. The skirt of the stall was bright green with similar crystals sewn into its fabric. Off to either side of the stall were plain, unlit paper lanterns dangling from crooked staffs.

He shifted his gaze to what the vendor was selling. All of the items seemed to be some kind of accessory. There were rings organized by intricacy, chains of silver and gold hanging from the roof swayed in the gentle breeze, and brooches of varying shapes, sizes, and colors littered the table in no apparent pattern. He froze. He could recognize the deep red color of one of the oval gems anywhere. It looked identical to the one Big Mama wore. Trying to ignore the unease that welled in the pit of his stomach, Raph did his best to look at the other items for sale. He was so focused on focusing that he almost didn’t notice the movement in front of him.

When he looked up, wide eyes the color of honey stared at him from behind large, round glasses. It was a small bat yokai… smaller than him, in any case. They had dark, curly fur pulled out of their face by a strip of dark green fabric; a pair of black, leathery wings were folded behind their back. A fluffy collar of russet fur around their neck hid the neckline of the yellow sundress they were wearing. All brain function left him as they continued their staring contest.

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It had been another boring day for Betsy. Yokai wanting to go to the surface came by her stall to purchase cloaking brooches, an elderly googlyschmootz had paid her to repair an old brooch for her granddaughter, custom orders were placed by high profile clients, and now that the rush was over, she was drained. She yawned and reached for her sketchbook. If there were no customers, then she might as well work on the custom orders she still needed to draft. As another yawn escaped, Betsy’s fangs protruded from under her lips. Being awake in the middle of the day was not something she usually did, being a bat yokai. Like most others of her yokai-kind, she would have been up all night; however, today was one of the days her gem shipments came in. Furthermore, she had some old stock she was desperate to get rid of. As she advanced in skill in her craft, her style had changed and she no longer wanted her older pieces around. They were too simple for her taste, and honestly, they didn’t have the razzle dazzle her clients expected of her. 

A tuft of black, curly fur fell in front of her eyes breaking her hyper-focus on the sketch she was working on. Her makeshift headband had come loose. As she fixed it, a hulking figure blocked out the sun, engulfing a vast majority of her stall in shadow. She looked up to see the largest turtle yokai she had ever seen. She didn’t know what this yokai had been eating, but they were huge! They wore a red mask with matching belt and elbow wraps. She thought the red made the green of their scales stand out. They also wore a belt with a strange green T symbol in an oval on it. Their elbows, plastron, and the top of their shell were spiked and she wondered if they were sharp. They looked sharp. She stood up, which caught the turtle’s attention. Her breath caught in her throat when they made eye contact. They had the greenest eyes she had ever seen. They were gorgeous.

“Do you see anything you like?” Her voice was distant and the sound of it surprised her. The turtle raised an eye ridge, and pointed to themselves, confusion and awe written plain as day on their face. Betsy smiled, fangs on full display, and nodded. 

“Well, uh, to be honest, I was just kinda lookin’,” the turtle rubbed the back of their neck and looked down at the table once more, breaking their pseudo staring contest.

“I’ve never seen you around here before,” Betsy hummed as she moved out from behind the stall. “Are you new here, big guy?”

“Somethin’ like that, yeah,” they chuckled picking up one of her brooches. It was the red one. “So, uh, what are these?” 

The question made Betsy stop in her tracks. What did they mean? Wasn’t it obvious? Maybe they didn’t have cloaking brooches where they were from? How would that be possible? They’re an essential part of going topside and keeping a low profile. It was idiotic and dangerous to leave the Hidden City without one!

As she approached the much larger yokai, she realized just how much they towered over her. If she had to guess, she would say that her body, minus her large ears, was the same size of their hulking arm. Their hulking, spiked arm. Betsy wanted nothing more in that moment than to touch the protruding spikes of the turtle’s plastron, arms, and shell, but she refrained… for now. This educational moment was far too important to pass up.

“This-,” she plucked the brooch out of their hand. “- is a cloaking brooch.”

“What does it do?” The turtle tilted their head to the left ever so slightly, eye ridges creating a shallow chasm between their eyes.

“It gives us yokai a human disguise so that we can go topside without having to worry about the humans,” Betsy paused when she saw their eyes widen. “Would you like a demonstration?”

The fervent nodding almost sent Betsy over the edge. This yokai may be four times her size, but their enthusiasm was just too cute! Her wings fluttered in excitement. She attached the red gem to the front of her sundress and tapped on it. She felt the familiar rush of wind in her fur and a yellow, ribbon-like light blinded her for a brief moment. When she gained her sight back, the large terrapin stared at her slack-jawed. Long gone were the large, leathery wings on her back. Her ears were no longer large and at a point on the top of her head and the only fluff she had was now the mop of curly, russet brown hair on her head. Her hands now had five fingers and she was barefoot. The few things that were still the same were the bright yellow dress, her rounded glasses, and the green makeshift headband that held her curly bob in place. She could feel the turtle’s eyes sweep over her in amazement. 

“Neat, right?” She smiled and stepped closer to them, her eyes never leaving their face. “I’m Betsy, by the way.”

While she may have looked human, she was still anything but. It was thanks to this fact that she was able to hear them parrot her name back to her; their voice would’ve been inaudible to any other species of yokai. 

“Raph!? Where are ya, buddy?” She had reached for the brooch to deactivate it when she heard the voice yell above the noise of the busy market.

The large yokai snapped out of their trance at the sound of the frantic voice and turned around in search of the owner. When they did so, Betsy noticed that not only the top of their shell was spiked, but so was the back! She sucked in a breath and, without so much as a thought, grazed one of the spikes on their shell. The sudden touch made the large yokai jump and turn around again. Betsy recoiled, eyes wide, and let out a nervous chuckle.

“I- I’m really sorry,” she looked down and picked at the hem of her dress. “I- I shouldn’t have done that without your permission… the impulse won out…”

“That’s okay,” they gave her a small, reassuring smile; their snaggletooth on full display. It was fitting—  cute, even. 

“Can… can I touch it again…please?” Her attention was firmly planted on a patch of dirt between them. She heard them chuckle.

“Yeah, that’s okay,” they turned their back to her and looked over their shoulder. “Just be careful okay? Don’t wanna hurt ya by accident.” 

Betsy’s head shot up, eyes wide and smile glowing. She couldn’t stop herself from gently poking and rubbing the spikes on the gentle giant’s shell. They were rough and pointed and Betsy couldn’t get enough of the tingling sensation the ridges under her hands made her feel. It seemed the shell’s owner also enjoyed the touch. Her hands were soft. She felt a low vibration radiating off of the shell the higher she got. After what felt like hours, she couldn’t reach any higher without struggle and she had to stop. Curse her short stature! She wanted nothing more than to continue. That gave her an idea. She ran behind her stall and picked up the chair she had been sitting in. She placed it where she had been standing and stood on its seat to continue her onslaught of light touches. They were so lost in the sensations they each were experiencing that neither noticed a distressed blue clad turtle running straight towards them.

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Leo, Mikey, and Donnie’s top priority was to locate their missing brother. They knew that if he was left alone things were bound to get weird. Super weird. How they managed to lose a six foot mutant turtle who is also a ninja, none of them knew. Every flash of red and/or green was a dead end: a bolt of fabric, a chair, a wanted poster of a criminal who resembled their missing brother. Their only comfort at the moment was the lack of yelling in the third person. Maybe Raph wasn’t alone? But who would he be with? He knew no one at the market aside from his brothers and the bone man.

“Raph!? Where are ya, buddy?” Leo called out in hopes his brother would hear him. Nothing. He turned to Mikey and Donnie. “Okay. New plan. We split up, cover more ground. We gotta find him.”

Leo and Mikey took to the rows upon rows of stalls and Donnie took to the air in his hover shell. Seriously, how big was this market? Unnaturally big. Mystically big. They went from stall to stall asking anyone who would listen if they had seen Raph. Most vendors ignored them, not wanting to be a part of whatever the brothers were doing. There were a few vendors who were willing to point them in a direction, however that ended up with the two going around in circles. Leo was getting impatient, Mikey was tired, and Donnie was too overwhelmed with everything to be of any further help. He did what he could and now he needed time to center himself. Leo knew this was a lot for his twin, so he didn’t push him to do anything he wasn’t comfortable with. 

“This is hopeless, guys,” Leo panted. “No one has seen enough of Raph to get us anywhere.”

He shouldn’t have lost one of the most important people in his life and he didn’t know if he would be able to find Raph. He wouldn’t be able to show his face to their father after this. Splinter didn’t pay much mind to any of them as it was and this would crush him. Plus how was he supposed to tell him that they lost their brother in a mystic hidden city under New York? That wasn’t an option. He was their self proclaimed champion, damn it! He could do this! There had to be a way to find him! He didn’t want to think it, but maybe he would have to get the help from-

“Leo,” Mikey pulled Leo out of his head. “I see him! He’s over there.”

Leo followed the direction Mikey’s finger was pointing and, sure enough, there was their brother. Leo visibly relaxed at the sight of his brother. He was facing them with his eyes closed and a small, content smile on his face. What was up with him? It didn’t matter. They found their missing brother! 

“Raph! Raph! Raph!” Leo called out as he ran towards him.

The sudden call of his name startled Raph out of his trance and he took a large, Raph-sized step towards the sound. A small squeak from behind him was drowned out by the loud, relieved laughter of his younger brothers. Raph felt a faint tug on the top of his shell and a thud of something hitting the ground behind him. This made Raph pause and turn around. There was a chair but where did his new friend go? He spun around looking for Betsy… or was it Batsy? He couldn’t remember. He felt the light sensation of tapping on the top part of his shell and a firm pressure on the middle section of his shell spikes. He turned around again, but there was no one there. Were they messing with him? 

“There you are!” Leo ran up to his big brother and threw his arms around his neck laughing in relief as he did so. “We were so worried, brother! Don’t do that again!”

“Yeah,” Mikey added. “You know how weird you get when you’re alone!”

“I’m not alone though,” Raph chuckled. “Or at least I wasn’t a second ago… Have you guys seen a small bat yokai anywhere? They were right here!”

Raph felt the pressure on his shell once more and a small grunt fell into his ears. He felt a small hand grab his left shoulder and then a pair of arms drape over it. Out of the corner of his eye he saw that it was his new friend! They were a disheveled mess with their glasses askew and their curly hair was now in their eyes. Their headband had come undone again. In a single movement, Raph corrected their glasses and did his best to tuck the fallen strands behind their ear; his gentle touch ghosted across their cheek. They smelled of wild flowers and citrus.

“You moved,” the disguised yokai whispered. Their cheeks reddened as they stuck out their bottom lip in a pout on par with one of Mikey’s. Raph couldn’t tell if the redness was from the workout that was climbing him or if they were blushing.

“Sorry about that,” his voice was as soft as his gaze towards them. 

Leo coughed in such a way that should have registered to his big brother that he was uncomfortable, however Raph wasn’t paying him any mind. He was too busy staring at the human draped over his shoulder. Mikey looked between the person he perceived as a human and his oldest brother. He might be the youngest, but he was the most observant of his siblings. He knew that look in Raph’s eye. A grin appeared on his face. He had a hunch that Dr. Feelings may or may not be making a house call in the near future. Raph was a great guy, but, unlike Mikey, he was pretty oblivious to other people. Speaking of people…

“Hey, Raph,” Mikey piped up. “Why is there a human on your shoulder?”

Raph tore his gaze from his shoulder passenger, furrowing his brow ridge. Human? What human? This was the Hidden City, the only humans (that he knew of) that had been down here were  April (that was weeks ago when she chased after Mayhem) and maybe, maybe Lou Jitsu. The latter was still a little iffy, however. Raph didn’t trust Draxum. 

It was at that moment that Leo had noticed the curly haired being clinging to his brother’s shoulder was, in fact, a human. What was a human doing in a mystic hidden city? Emphasis on “hidden.” Did Baron Draxum kidnap them too? Why weren’t they freaking out by all the yokai? Were they in shock? Maybe suffering from some sort of brain damage? Should he initiate Plan H? Not that Donnie ever shows up for rehearsals. A bell of a laugh rang out not the market from Ralph’s left, distracting both brothers from their confusion.

“I’m not a human,” Raph could see the large grin plastered on his passenger’s face from his periphery. “Big guy can you let me down please? I can’t reach the ground.”

Raph lifted them up and over his shoulder and placed them firmly on the dirt in front of him; they were as light as Mikey. They flattened out the skirt of their dress before turning to face his brothers. The sudden movement caused wild flowers and citrus to fill his nostrils once more. Raph liked that combination. He was so focused on it that he almost missed the blinding yellow light. In place of the “human” was the original form of the vendor he had been talking to. From the back, he noticed just how large their wings were in comparison to their owner’s height. They stopped an inch above their ankles and the tops of the wings began an inch below their temples. 

“I’m a yokai, same as all of you!”

“Actually, we’re mutants, but that’s an understandable assumption to make,” Donnie's voice was even and uninterested. 

“Oh! Well it’s nice to meet you all the same,” she was excited by this revelation; she had never met mutants before. “I’m Betsy!”

“Batsy? What kind of name is that?” Leo hadn’t been paying attention to the conversation. He was too busy staring at the brooch the bat yokai still had pinned to her dress. 

“I don’t know,” Betsy gasped, “but I like it! You can call me Batsy!”

[richbat]

x「☼」brucie baby x「 ☾ 」batsy x「 ☆ 」bruceman batwayne

[urbanbat]

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[queeniewithabeanie]

The Baby Bat and his Mentor

Dpxdc Prompt #13

"Train me."

"No."

Danny didn't know why or how this kid had found him, but he most certainly did not want to train him to become a vigilante and then die on the job.

"Train me."

"No."

The kid obviously had some sort of formal training in martial arts. There was a certain way the shadows clung to him that made him seem... experienced even though he most certainly was not. He was definitely determined enough to become a teenage vigilante if not given proper guidance.

"Train me."

"Fine! But we're doing it my way kid. What's your name?"

"I am Bruce Wayne."

"First rule of the job kid, when someone asks your name and you are presenting yourself in your vigilante identity you give them a vigilante name. You do not want overlap, keep the identities separate."

Even if Wes was the only one to figure it out, Danny Fenton and Danny Phantom had a lot of similarities he had to weed out as he realized how dangerous they were to his livelihood. The only reason he wasn't immediately found out by everyone including his parents was that Danny Phantom was dead and Danny Fenton was not.

Bruce would not have that same luxury and would need to thoroughly separate himself from his vigilante persona.

"Now again, what is your name?"

"..."

"Don't got all day kid."

"I am... Batman."

This was clearly an important moment for the kid, but it took everything Danny had to not laugh at him in that moment. The way he tried to growl out his codename would have been intimidating, if not for the voice crack accompanying it.

"Alright then Batsy, rule number two is no vigilante-ing 'til you're 20. Teenage vigilantes get killed and make dumb mistakes, I should know."

"Wha- No! I need to protect Gotham, I can't wait 4 more years to do that!"

It's the first time he had heard any lilt to his voice and it was clear that he felt strongly about this matter, but Danny wouldn't budge.

"Nope, you wait 'til the teen gets out of your age or I don't train you. And rule number three, which is kind of an extension of rule number one, don't give out any personal information in your vigilante identity. I know you're 16 now, and I wasn't even attempting to extract info from you."

The kid made a growling sound again, but it felt more like a puppy dog yip to Danny, actually reminded him of Cujo a bit.

"Fine..." He forced out, realizing that Danny was not going to move an inch and that Bruce did have a lot to learn from him. He'd already been taught three things he hadn't considered in the past five minutes.

"Good, training starts tomorrow Baby Bat, meet at Nasty Burger, come in civies."

Bonus! Bruce: tries to make dick, a nine year old, wait til he's 20 to go out into the streets of gotham like danny did to him Also Bruce: can't even get him to wait til he's ten Danny: i don't know where, but my bruce-is-doing-something-stupid-and-potentially-harmful-sense is tingling and i don't like it!

[nosyrobin]

‼️Imagine (baby al ghul-Wayne twins + Jon)

Baby Jon not knowing which is which as he follows Damian the most thinking it’s you. He’s crawling after an angry baby. You just sat there babbling away as Damian sped crawls like a damn demons wanting to get away from the half kryptonian boy. As Damian speeds by you, Jon was gonna pass you until he realized Damian was you.

Eyes shining in happiness, he goo’s at you. Immediately hugging the adorable twin. Damian looks behind him, huffing in annoyance as he sees his twin getting smothered by the super. Jonathan rubs his chubby cheek against your own.

Damian growls, immediately speeding his crawling sped as he bull rushes Jon with his big bobble head. Making Jon blankly stare up at the ceiling. On his back, with his big head he cannot get up. Damian then just plops by his twin who just calmly watched that go down.

[simpingwriter]

Jerome Valeska

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Faith Wayne/Phoenix

'All you need

is a bit of Faith'

pt.1

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This is the rewritten first chapter of the Jerome Valeska Fanfic. In this one, other than its predecessor...forget absolutely everything you know about the series 'Gotham', only remember the Debut Episode of Jerome and that's about it. Minus the fact that it was Jim and Bullock that had the case, which isn't the case here. I grabbed Jerome's character and background by the collar and put him into the basic future timeline of Batman and his adopted dysfunctional family. 👍

🤙💀🤙

Family Drama is rad.

Enjoy! :)

Word Count: Approx. 3.000 Words

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It was the early afternoon when a figure clad in dark entered the precinct of the GCPD. It wasn't Batman. The figure was much too short to be the dark knight himself.

But the officers knew this figure just as well, nodding their greetings at the mysterious person while the new officers looked at them with a mix of fear and respect, as they had only heard of you yet.

You.

Phoenix, the fiery sidekick of Batman for almost 9 years now. Named not just for your literal use of non-lethal pyrotechnics to take care of criminals. But also because you never stayed down, you would always stand back up, just like the invincible Phoenix itself.

You nodded back at the older officers before walking past them, snatching one of the powdered donuts from the young cadets – maybe your age, maybe a bit older – as you walked towards the office of a good friend. A friend you knew for the longest time, still just the Captain when you were nothing but a case in this precinct.

Commissioner James, but most commonly known as Jim, Gordon.

He is the reason you're here now, knocking against the glass of the door to his office. "Come in."

His aged eyes light up behind his glasses as he realizes you're here already, on time like always. "Phoenix, perfect. I got a very important request for you, something Batman cannot help me with, I believe."

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"An undercover mission in Arkham due to a murder that was witnessed just outside the damn courtyard? Why don't you just take the inmates one by one and ask them about what they saw?" Phoenix asked him, already irritated, pacing up and down in the office as the older man sighed, he expected you to answer that way, "We already tried it that way, believe me. They all clammed up when they saw my men, which is kind of expected if we think about it…"

Right, most of these men and women in Arkham were criminals arrested by Jim's officers after all. You wouldn't talk to them either if they cuffed your ass perhaps just two months prior for something you maybe can't even properly control. "...Fine. But if Batman asks why the HELL I'm not doing my patrol rounds, that's on you to explain. Just give me the file of the persona I'm supposed to take on, I'm ready in about ten minutes, I'll be at the Coffee shop across." You accepted the offer, quickly explaining your next steps before already leaving his office once again, you didn't like idling on things like this or Patrols for long. All these things all chipped away at your free time to either train or take care of yourself.

Back out of the precinct, you vanished into the alleyway next to said coffee shop, changing back into your normal street clothes before leaving through the other alleyway on the other side. As usual with this quick living city, nobody watched you, Nobody saw Phoenix disappear and you appear.

Faith is the Phoenix.

Your backpack was stashed in a spot Jim could find later, so it wouldn't get into the wrong hands or get eaten by rats again. So with all the precautions out of the way, you slip into the coffee shop to start reading into your new persona for who knows how long. You knew of Arkham very well and boy you hoped the case was as easy for you as they usually were, because you sure as hell didn't want to spend even a night in there. But not even Bruce is that quick, especially with absolutely no equipment but your own wits.

Ordering some black tea with sugared condensed milk, – well no, the staff looked a bit confused at your order, so it was normal milk and normal sugar, this isn't Alfred making your tea after all… – you throw yourself into the empty corner booth at the window, diving into the file…

Ten minutes passed quicker than expected when the entrance door's bell rang and you looked up, seeing Jim, looking for you. "Over here, old man!" He recognized you not just by the voice, but also by the teenaged audacity, sliding into the booth with a bitter smile, "I like you with the mask on more." Mask, no mask, who cares. What matters is getting this mission done, you promised something to Damian.

Right, now you remember why you were in such a defined hurry: your youngest brother asked you to show him how to use one of his new gadgets more efficiently. What else was a sister for…

"The mask is just as the name tells you, a mask. Not really me." Bruce has always made you promise to not act too sarcastic and snarky while under the persona of 'Phoenix' so the citizens don't think 'A maniac gets captured by another maniac'

Maniac your ass, Bruce is simply oversaturated with your type of humor after nearly 14 years of living with him. Alfred sometimes tells you to just be you regardless of what Bruce tells you, but it's difficult to be if Bruce is everything you have in a father figure. Literally…

"Can you match the descriptions in the file, or should we change-" "No, actually it's pretty easy. The disorder isn't something impossible to match because hell, sometimes that is one of my own problems." The Commissioner raises one of his brows, it being apparently news to him, "Impulsivity? You usually seem pretty collected to me, despite your very brash humor. Sarcasm does stand for a high IQ after all, right?"

That and about 100+ other things, yeah.

"I take something called medicine for it. I guess you haven't heard of it yet, there is no Ibuprofen or Tylenol for Dinosaurs." His tired eyes say nothing more than 'Again? Again with the Dinosaurs?' before nodding, sighing to himself as he hung his head to wait for you to get ready to leave, "So I will stop using them while I'm in there." You continue though, sounding way too casual for what you said, his head snapping back up and mild panic in his eyes, "You shouldn't, you can act the symptoms just as well, if you know how they feel, can't you?"

That's the unfortunate problem with Impulsive Thoughts. Without your medicine, you never know what comes next, how they hit, when they hit. Your just thankful that you have a very mild version of it, you don't have such thoughts 24/7 when off your meds, just enough to bother your everyday life and your hero life. Not even you could act them out well, as only the beloved nut in your head knows what kinda dumb thoughts you're going to get and act out. "Not in front of Staff, they might not care about the inmates overall, but they sure as hell can see it when someone is faking their disorder or sickness. To sort out the idiots that think the Asylum is less of a punishment than the actual Prison of Gotham."

But surprise surprise, the criminally insane, despite often being the ones needed the most help, are the worse treated ones. Gotham is stuck in the ages where the insane are seen and treated as lesser humans still. And you would've hoped that with his massive influence on most thongs around Gotham, Bruce would try to change that old sat in thought for the better at some point.

But he just left it like that, maybe he was perfectly fine with watching a Robber that only did so during a Bipolar mania episode rot with a serial pedophile rapist that killed and molested all his victims a second time all because the voices told him so. The difference is quite fucking obvious and some inmates themselves even feared a big part of the rest for exactly those differences. Some could've been helped with the right therapy or medication, some, in the same building, were mental fucking lost causes, ticking time bombs.

"Are you certain?" "Very, and don't worry, it will take a while before the symptoms return fully anyways. I took my meds yesterday afternoon, I should've taken a new one by now, so now its effect will slowly diminish in my body until it used up everything. Give it two days before I am fully medicine-free and showing symptoms of doing stupid shit…and I hope I got your witness found out till then."

And that's how you ended up in a police van, already pre-dressed in the usual black and white stripes since Jim wanted to avoid the Staff being overly…touchy…with you being a female first arrival and still dressed in street clothes. Cuffed, you fought against the potholes shaking the whole van around on the way to the Asylum, cursing under your breath. Back at the Manor, you would fill the Swear Jar all on your own right now. But the jar obviously was only useful when Bruce or Alfred were nearby, under siblings, no one cared if a 'fuck' or 'asshole' or worse was used in everyday conversations.

Even Damian cursed already, the little shit the whole damn reason the swear jar exists by now, but if Bruce or Alfred ever found out, you and your siblings were fucking toast.

They just parked at the Inmate-Admittance Entrance and opened the doors when you turned and leaned over to Jim, "Once you get back here to get me out…keep your Lighters to yourself, Commissioner." A guard already roughly pulling you by your collar as you grinned at Jim with mischief. If there was one thing you were amazing at, it was acting. Well except said Impulsivity. That made you so good for undercover jobs, though usually Bruce would have to change your appearance just a bit so it didn't get suspicious with the amount of times you were used to doing it by now.

"Ha, you're not getting back out of here, not after all the messed up shit you probably did!" The guard laughs as he hears your in-act goodbye to Jim, who waved slowly and worried at your clearly true warning with the Lighters as you also waved with a smile. He had to ask Batman about that problem of yours and what the hell Lighters of all have to do with…wait, is it fire? Is her Hero-Identity as literal as he thinks it is?

With that out of the way you're – still quite roughly – being pushed towards the register, the doors of the entrance shutting you away from the outside world as they compare your information to the one they got an hour ago from the police, the file they made for your fake identity, matching them as you told them "your name", "Magdalena Carols? What kinda stupid name did your parents curse you with??" The same guard from before asked your scowling form as he pulled you away from the register again. Are they going to let you walk on your own at any point?!

"I don't know what you mean, Officer…Donut. How fit- UGH!" One bad joke later, you already received your first fist to the face, stumbling away from the impact as the clearly hot-tempered, full-figured Guard glares at you, "It's Donten! Doesn't surprise me at all that a psycho like you can't even read properly. Were too busy burning your school down, weren't ya?"

You kept your further comments to yourself, feeling like it be a waste of energy as you used your still cuffed together wrists to clean the blood from under your nose. Fuck, you wanted to spit it as his feet so badly. Well you cou-

No. Don't.

The rest of the walk down the bleak hallway was quiet until you stopped in front of a door, two guards stationed at it unlocked the barred steel door, sliding it open to the day-room. It was filled with inmates, some you unfortunately even recognized. They probably wouldn't recognize you though, you always wore your mask when you took care of all of them.

"Have fun with your new friends. Some of them are real fans of fresh, young meat like you. In the way you think and the hungry way, hahaha!" Great that he could laugh about that idea of it happening so much, an inmate being raped or eaten by another inmate, literally even more criminal offenses, while he is on shift,…stupid idiot, Officer mcFucking Donut…

Once he removed your Cuffs through the bars, you rolled your shoulders, groaning under the fact of how uncomfortable Cuffs can be if some idiot makes them too tight. While doing that, you missed the fact that everyone stared at you. Well, you wouldn't for long.

And it wasn't everyone either, just some stray inmates sitting on tables at the edge of the room. All the others seemed much more invested in a commotion near the middle of the room…

In that ring that formed out of inmates alone, the tallest man in the room was incredibly obvious, even when he was clearly kneeling down. When he raised his massive fist, fresh blood of some other inmate smeared onto them, you realized you probably should try to stop this. This fat mountain would kill an unknown Inmate if he continued, maybe…maybe he already did and he is beating nothing but their Corpse to mush!?

But either way: you had to think about the slim possibility of the target of these attacks being the potential witness to the murder outside the courtyard! And helping him or her out of this situation would most likely put you on their good side. Still, it was probably mostly your savior-complex as your body moved basically on its own, walking with determination towards the ring of people before squeezing your way through. During which you noticed something, something terrifying: they all chanted the same name, that must belong of the mountain of a man, telling them to be louder for him. They chanted for him to kill the other inmate.

How could one inmate be so hated??

Finally arriving at the inside of the ring, you had to realize with horror that whoever he was beating up was a cornflake compared to his size. A young ginger boy, your age probably, not exactly buff but not scrawny either, more in the middle. But even then, definitely not capable of defending himself from whatever that was even if he had been prepared!

You had to help him!

"HEY! Mess with someone who can actually handle your fat fucking ass, Dumbo!" You shout the words without much thought put into them, and when the mountain's head snapped into your direction, you accepted your mistake. Now you definitely had to deal with him, running away won't save you after what you just said, but he wasn't the first of his size that challenged you. Killer Croc for example. That scaly beast was about 9 ft tall…and so is this inmate it appears, at least once he stood up from where he kneeled over the beaten up ginger, who barely had the strength left to look towards your voice as well. The one eye that wasn't swollen shut grew wide in horror as he saw the massive man stomp towards you, your 5ft frame looking like a tiny snack in comparison, even smaller than a Cornflake, if you already kept that comparison running.

You proved many times that size didn't matter during a fight, it was the training and determination to fight back that did.

The inmates around you suddenly thinned out in a panic when they saw the 9ft tall man walk towards you and them, giving you enough space to spot your weapon of choice, running towards it while backwards, keeping him in your line of sight the whole time while also making sure no one else began to beat into the ginger on the ground. If he caught you, he could quite literally wrap his hands around your head and squish it like a overly ripe watermelon, so you had to use your agility to your advantage.

"And you're that someone?" He laughs at his own question loudly, sounding almost too deep to actually count as a laugh to your ears. Jumping onto one of the tables, taking one of the chairs with you in the same motion, you swing it out towards his head just in time, the table giving you a bit of height to reach it better.

The chair hit him directly, he couldn't even see it coming as you smashed it against his dome with enough force that the chair, made of literal steel, bent under the force. "Yes I am…" For your luck, the fight was as anticlimactic as Dick's Speech last week, his eyes widening at your audacity, mumbling something, "You're going to regret…choosing his side…" before collapsing to the side with a dusty, heavy thump.

Discarding the chair to his body – adding basically a second beating to his face – you jump off the table and run over to the ginger on the cement floor. There was literally blood everywhere on him, his heartbeat extremely elevated and his breathing labored.

You didn't waste another moment to even think about talking to him now, he was only able to mumble some incoherent words as of right now, so you pick him up from his position on the floor, having to ignore his pained but subdued wincing for now. You need to get him to the Infirmary before he-

Just finished with getting him on your back, you could only feel the hard, cold impact against your temple and hear the shattering of glass during said impact and when it fell to the floor in shards before the dull pain set in near immediate afterwards. A glass bottle. Who the fuck let mentally unwell inmates have THAT of all forms of possible fluid transportation?!

Stumbling and staggering a bit from that, you get back steady as you turn to the direction the bottle came from, "Throw even one more and I'll come back for you lot as well. If I can fuck him over, you're all child's play to me!" It came out just as threatening as you wanted it to be, the inmates one by one inching away from you and the boy on your back. Until you had enough room to see a different guard from before at a barred steel door near the far corner of the room, waving you over to him. Over the door was a steel plate sign: Infirmary and Solidary Holding cells.

Thank God you're going to the first one, the second one would put a bit of a pebble in your mission. Well, more of a Boulder.

"You're more than just crazy for throwing yourself into the ring with him! Morgan could stomp your lights out in a sec if you aren't careful from now on!" Why did he care, to him, you're an inmate like everyone else in here. Just like Morgan, like the ginger he beat up…

You wonder what he did to end up in here, what he did to get nearly all the Inmates rooting against him in such an unfair confrontation. He didn't even look like he belonged here, from what you at least could see through the blood coating his pale face, slowly drying up by now…

"Why…"

Huh?

"Why did you…save me?"

Because that's what Phoenix does…and so does Faith. They save people, no matter who…if their lives are in danger, she will try her best to help them.

"Because I don't know you yet."

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[omgfangirlland]

I'm going to need all of you to hear me out on what I'm about to spew, but I have yandere!batfam brain rot, and I just came across Yan!girldad!nolan grayson.

HEAR ME OUT!

Putting a page break here cuz idk how long this will be-

So- the usual neglected batsis that as a youngster craved the attention of her fam, but after being brushed away, after being ignored, after being straight up forgotten about, says fuck it, y'all aren't worth my love, I'll use the Wayne money to do as I please.

So she does. She uses the monthly allowance that is on auto pay straight to her card to do arts, to paint her heart away, to draw and play video games, to fund and pay off anything from homeless shelters to medical bills, trying to make a dent into the Wayne fortune both in selfish and non-selfish ways. She's basically a petty tween.

But then she wakes up with powers. She thinks she's a meta- batman doesn't like metas, that's what she thinks, she doesn't know Bruce doesn't want metas in Gotham due to Gotham being ground zero for meta trafficking. Boom, panic.

I think she has powers like flying, super strength, and like immediate healing if not "iron skin" like Superman. So she wakes because she hits the ceiling due to flying while asleep. She panics, falls, maybe breaks something, nobody comes to check on her-

Now, she always has toyed with the idea of leaving, but this? THIS? Breaking point, she packs necessities and the Wayne card and says bye-bye Gotham, good morning... Chicago? NYC? Idk, whichever place Omni man lives in ig.

The batfam, of course, doesn't notice. In this universe, I think even Alfred won't have been paying that much attention to batsis, man's too busy. So what if one day he does his rounds, cleaning, opens a door he hasn't been in a while.

The room is dusty. Dusty beyond hell, and one singular photo of batsis at like a kindergarten graduation makes him drop everything, including his heart. Old man goes feral, absolutely crazy, because where the fuck is this kid, this little baby, that he went and picked up because Bruce couldn't be bothered.

The batfam goes crazy too. In the mean time-

Batsis is, surprisingly, living her best life. Initially, she planned on getting an under the table job- clean a bar, babysit, be the errand girl of some shady drag dealer, etc. But Nolan sees her while she tries to get her powers under control, shakily flying, accidentally blowing to pieces a tree as she leans against it.

Omni-man as he lurks in the shadows: Debbie would love a daughter. I would love a daughter.

Batsis would call it kidnapping, Nolan calls it adopting without extra steps. Debbie takes one look at this shaken kid and immediately goes mama mode while reprimanding Nolan about taking a kid off the streets and not warning her so she could prepare better.

Mark? It takes about 2 hours before he realizes that they can be training buddies and that they have similar taste in some things. That's his baby sister. No arguments, just baby sis. Batsis? Much like a hungry, cold cat, she accepts her fate. It does feel nice to finally have some attention on her.

So she trains with Nolan and Mark, gets great, becomes a reluctant superhero, deliberately ignores Nolan's rants about her becoming such a great warrior, his little girl on the way of becoming the greatest conquror. Gothamite batsis just shrugs it off as just a Thursday.

Back with the batfam, pure chaos. Everyone is in shambles. How could they forget about a whole kid? Their siblings, Bruce's youngest daughter. Guilt is slowly turning into madness, and madness is slowly turning into a need to prove they can be better, that they weren't deliberately overlooking an innocent child because of personal pettiness, they were just distracted but now they'll right their wrongs.

Bonus p1:

Superman finally meeting batsis: What do you mean you're Bruce's kid? 😃 What do you mean you're a meta and instead of coming to uncle Clark you go and get adopted by murderous Omni-man? 🙂 What do you mean you kinda approve of him killing his enemies? 🫠

Batsis just wants Joker to die.

Bonus pt2:

Dick: What do you mean she's calling that other Grayson boy big brother? 😀

Damien: What do you mean I have another sibling? What do you mean she's calling that purple alien bastard her little brother?! I blame you, father.

Bonus pt3:

John Constantine: WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU GAVE ONE OF BATMAN'S KIDS IMMORTALITY AND MAGICAL POWERS?

The deity/entity batsis has been depicting in her paintings for years: *shrugs* I was bored, my little priestess was sad, she's not anymore 🤷

That's the plot twist, batsis is actually magical, but her powers work the way they do because that's the only way she knows how to fight with them. Magic isn't on her thought as a possibility, even if she was into the occult.

Cue John drinking for 3 days straight before having the courage(or will) to go to the Bat.

[stormofbats4224]

Upsy Daisy, downsy goes

Little thing I did for my motion media class. This is Gale, he has the self preservation of a peanut and I love him so very much. Hand belongs to his future husband, Alkalash

[dontbesoweirdkira]

I was wondering if you can do Yandere dick and Tim with a Childe reader who seems to favor Tim over Dick.

Just imagine Tim finding this little Kid following him like a little duckling and thinking that he is soooo cool!

No matter how much Dick makes the kid like him Tim is always his favorite!!

(It will be funny if Batsis who doesn't like Dick at all is also around. He will be losing his mind!!)

A/N:Oh my gosh yes! Lowkey Batsis and Tim being co-sibling-parents lolll. Honestly Tim and Batsis duo is so iconic. I need to do more. I love them. look at him...he's such a good brother.

Here's the thing, Dick is the honorary dad of the family. Like he's changed diapers, taught how to tie shoes, walked his siblings to school and gone to graduations... All the siblings go to him with their problems before Bruce.

Now new baby alert,,,,Dick is in full papa mode and is ready to do the same with batchild and is so hurt when the kid screams in his arms. Like anytime he's near or picks the child up like this kid is in distress. O my gosh I feel so bad. Poor Dick.

Dick is seriously trying so hard to make batchild love him but nothing he does works. Dick could have cocomelon on full blast and wearing a Barney costume and this kid will be trying to get away.

Eventually like Jason has to be like..."dude, please just let someone else take care of em'. They need more time to adjust to you."

It's because of his blue eyes isn't it? Dick unintentionally has the Miley Cyrus blue eyed stare and the kid cannot take it. lol

All jokes aside it's really not that bad but it's clear that Dick isn't their favorite. There's definitely cute moments where Dick is sitting down with batchild in his arms and they are munching on some snacks. Or Dick is singing to them or doing a fun trick with them in the air. But ultimately the kid seems to gravitate to other siblings instead.

Dick doesn't really know how to function though. I mean we've seen just how insane he is with batsis. Only problem is he cannot be as forceful with the child in fear of scaring them.

I think the batchild and Tim situation won't get to him until he sees batsis, Tim and batchild all together.

The whole Tim obsession is out of the blue. Like Tim is almost always in his room or in a dark corner somewhere doing research. He decides to come out one evening as he had a bit of time after solving some cases...

I like to think Tim is a super geek who probably wears cartoon pajama pants or silly slippers and it caught the kid's attention so he's waddling towards him.

Tim is kind of like...what is happening? What do I do with this young human? He's kind of awkward with the kid at first but the kid is just loving himmm. Tim will try to explain the character that it is on his clothes to the kid, and they will try cutely mimicking him and Tim's heart just melts.

"Oh uhh...this is Link from..well Zelda.."

"lwink...frwum zweldwa..?'

The kid is dead set on sitting with him during dinner too. Like they climb into his lap and starting eating off of his plate. It's perfectly okay because Tim doesn't eat much at all so he didn't mind the kid messing the plate up.

He stays out in the living room a little longer than usual that night to play with the kid a little, it's super sweet.

I like to think Tim and batsis are rather close siblings so there are times where Tim will be coupe up in this room and batsis will come in with batchild and pull him away from his work. Batchild loves playing pretend with the two, specifically knights and dragons and hospital. It's nice seeing Tim a bit out of his element and having fun.

Sometimes batkid will just fall asleep in Tim's arms as he's working late. Speaking of, Tim takes to the kids like they're his little apprentice. Oftentimes you'll find them together with tons of case files out and the kid is grabbing items or pinning things on the board for Tim. Seriously that child's reading level went from first grade to 10th in the span of a few months lmaooo

But there's often times where batsis and Tim are with them. Quickly they become the kid's favorite siblings and they want them to do everything. Like when the kid is hurt, they'll cry for either. If the kid need to get ready for school, they want either to help. If it's movie night, the kid is squished in-between the two. You guys basically broke the honorary parents and it's so adorbs.

But this is where I said Dick is not having it. I feel like Dick was never threatened by Tim until now. Like sure Dick knew that Batsis and Tim were kind of close in a way and he was okay with batkid taking a liking to him...but all three of you being your own little squad is killing him.

He hates being excluded and not being needed so he's like ripping his hair out. He'll try inviting himself into the group and like the kid is just ignoring him...

Dick will try to open a juice box for the kid and now the kid doesn't even want it anymore like....bruh I wants Timmy to open it for me :(

Honestly I am not even sure really how Dick copes...Like I just feel like he doesn't explode because like I said he doesn't wanna scare the kiddo but idkkkk

[witherby]

Heyyyyy how are ya 😼 I have an idea for angst (Although this has already been done by many authors but I'm curious see how you approach this kind of like concept)

"Neglected... Batsis.... Reader..."

(this is totally not me just manifesting for more neglected batsia content)

-🌭

Hotdog. Dog that's hot. Oblong tube of meat that sits on a bun. As long as you're okay with it not being Yandere, I'll give almost anything a shot.

Lonely in a Crowded Room

Platonic!Batfamily x Daughter!Reader

Content warnings: emotional neglect, isolation, hyper-independence as a coping mechanism

Masterlist is Here!

Your family loves you.

Your family does not have time for you.

Both of these things are true at the same time.

Your mother had abandoned you at the gates of the Wayne manor when you were an infant, leaving nothing but a note telling Bruce your name, her name, and that you were his biological daughter. After taking another DNA test for himself to be sure, Bruce accepted his role as your father and took you in.

Sometimes you wonder how different your life would be if he'd just admitted he didn't have the time to raise you and left you at an orphanage, where another couple looking to care for a child could devote their energy to you instead. You wonder if you'd be better off than you are now.

The thing is, nothing is really wrong. You're clothed, fed, sheltered, and if there's an emergency you are swiftly taken care of. You just don't have any kind of connection to your family.

Bruce gave it his best effort when you were a baby, when you needed more attention. Batman patrolled less often in the night whenever you had a bad time staying asleep. He bottle fed you, he read you bedtime stories, and he would bring you to Wayne Tower with him sometimes and keep you busy with toys while he worked. As you grew older, however, and started developing a sense of independence, that easy attention got harder and harder to get. Suddenly he was needed for a case, or there was an event Bruce Wayne needed to make an appearance at, or one of your brothers needed his insight during investigations of their own.

And, well, the needs of the many outweigh the needs of one. You learned to share his attention, choosing to be the polite daughter that could learn to fix her own problems, and eventually that meant to Bruce that you didn't need attention at all. You couldn't ever find the courage to correct him, to ask him to make space for you. So, still seeking emotional fulfillment, you tried to turn to your brothers instead.

Dick was unfailingly kind. He'd even remarked once that he always wanted a little sister, which was nice. But he was an adult by the time you entered the picture. He had his own life outside of the Manor, living in Blüdhaven and patrolling as Nightwing and maintaining a day job for the BPD. His already limited free time was spent for himself, chasing downtime he often desperately needed, and you didn't want to make him give that up for you.

Jason didn't come around the Manor as a rule. He had bad blood with your dad, and while he didn't explicitly take it out on you, unfortunately you live with Bruce, and so he just wasn't around enough for you to form any solid attachment. Plus, he's clearly got his own stuff going on, and likely doesn't have the time nor will to get to know you. You haven't tried to reach out and neither has he, which is enough of an answer about how he feels in regards to having a little sister.

Tim was kind of like Bruce. He had far too many prior engagements and duties to fulfill, from acting as current CEO of both Wayne Enterprises and Drake Industries, to moonlighting as Red Robin, to attending college and working on his degree. He'd give you a sweet smile and gently ruffle your hair if he caught you in passing, but then he had to focus on the rest of his daily goings on. Trying to catch Tim to talk was like trying to hold water in a cracked cup. He just slips right by you.

And Damian... Damian did not particularly like you. At least, not at first. He came into the picture a couple years after you were dropped off at the Manor. You suspect he felt threatened about there being another blood-relative in the house, and made every attempt to communicate to you that he wasn't happy with your presence. But, as you grew older, when the topic of secret identities and their nighttime work came up, you surprised everyone by showing no interest in taking up the mantle. You did not want to be Robin, or a bat of any kind for that matter, and that seemed to really mellow your brother out. His perceived competition wasn't even competing, and his hostility was for naught.

Now, he doesn't really give you the time of day. It took a while for you to understand that it wasn't malicious anymore. You know now that he's ashamed of his prior actions and doesn't know how to make amends. You've tried to bridge that gap for him, make it easier by showing that you hold no ill will, but either his pride or his stubbornness refuse to take the olive branch you're practically dropping in his lap.

So, you can't get emotional fulfillment from your dad or any of your older brothers. If you can't go to them, maybe you can turn to Alfred. He was a patriarchal figure, always tending to one thing or another and looking after Bruce and his sons after patrol. He didn't patrol himself, so maybe he'd have the time to spend with you.

And he did! He sure did. It just...wasn't quite what you wanted. Alfred was a former British Intelligence operative, and raised Bruce under the complicated duality of both a guardian and a commanding officer. He obviously knew how to talk to you like a normal civilian, because that's what you are, but it was overly formal. He was holding you at arm's length because he didn't know how to relate to you. You were familiar strangers, at best, and you felt that's all you'd ever be despite your best efforts.

So. No one is cruel to you. They are kind, they smile, they ask you how you're doing and genuinely seem to care about the answer. That's not the problem.

You know your family loves you.

You know your family does not have time for you.

Both of these things are true.

You just wish you weren't so terribly lonely.