#batfam x rea

[steor-ra]

Bring back the dead

Y!batfam x neglected!Gn

(I do not own any characters named mentioned! )

Being a Wayne had disadvantages, especially as the forgotten child of your father. You aren't supposed to be born, your mother isn't supposed to conceive, and you're not supposed to be linked to Bruce Wayne.

Yet here you are

You may not exist to your father, brothers, or sisters, relying solely on the butler for emotional support that your family has never provided since the day you arrived at the house. However, you do exist in the eyes of the media, scandalized by the fact that your mother was a whore who was snatched away by the drug she had consumed since the day you were born; your mother did not want you.

Growing up, you kept that information buried deep within you, along with the notion that your father never wanted you. No one in the family does. No matter what you do, how you do it, or where you do it, they will never bat an eye at you. Get it? Because they're a bat vigilante, so it's ironic that they will never be the bat hero that they are to you, and instead be the devils who made you occasionally ponder if you were born simply to be a ghost to someone who made you.

Haha

And now you live with the fact that your family will never come to you; they don't have the reason now that you're all independent and working for yourself with Alfred's long-term support. You don't expect them to come and help you, not even in costume.

Being a Wayne means dealing with villains who know Batman's secret identity and use it to kidnap his most vulnerable child and threaten the bat, or criminals who use you for ransom for a large sum of money, but you already knew how to handle it from all those years, and you already knew how to handle these situations because of all the years they occurred, and you've always managed to escape them without the help of your vigilante brothers and sisters.

It stings to know that there is no chance that your siblings will genuinely spend a moment of your time rather than brushing you off with a sheepish apology and a pat on the back using the same old justifications. They're busy.

Adding some promises that will always be broken again and again and again Until there's no hope for you to tug on.

As for your father, Bruce. He is too busy with two of his lives to even acknowledge you. Despite being the greatest detective of all, he never appears to recognize you among your siblings. Always rejecting you without even looking at you, too preoccupied with continuing to read his important papers to notice how his own child is rapidly dissapearing from his life.

Dick Grayson, your brother who has the potential to notice you but never does. You understand that his duties are in Bludhaven, and that he only visits the manor for whatever purpose, and you hate that one of them was because of Damian. Bonding with his newly added sibling and assisting the child in adjusting to his new surroundings. Doing all the things that he never did with you when you were a small child, hell, even younger than Damian, when you were first brought to the manor. Dick, the guy who adores his family but never looks twice at you.

Tim, just like bruce, that guy is always tired because he never leaves his duties as a vigilante, is too busy to care for Bruce's neglected child, and would rather uncover some unsolved cases than acknowledge the person who can heal him and the family dysfunction, but you don't hate him for his negligence. Aside from being the red Robin, you don't know much about him, and he's more of a stranger to you than an acquaintance. Isn't this sad? That is why he will not come to mind when you eventually decide to leave the manor without looking back; in fact, none of them will.

While Jason Todd have the chance to be forgiven by you because, out of all your "siblings," he has more fond memories with you than any of them, despite the fact that he rarely visits the manor. However, he is more of an acquaintance than a personal friend to you. But at least you know him better than Tim. Jason is the most difficult and easiest to grasp, so you'll feel more at ease with him should they decide to take notice of you and kidnap you back to the mansion.

Finally, Damian, the demon sent by the cosmos to make your life miserable, is not ignoring you like your other brothers; he is there solely to mock you until you die. Always harassing and degrading you in the manor's hallways, calling you names and talking about how you are undeserving of walking through this house because you are just an accident caused by a whore and his father, calling you weak because you can't defend yourself against someone younger than you and instead choose to ignore him and run away. You've never loathed someone so much that you'd die to be rid of them; you despise Damian Wayne, your own blood brother.

You tried to be the best siblings for him, fantasizing about how you two would bond, spending sleepless nights planning how you'd take advantage of your chance to finally have siblings in the manor despite having so many, only to be heartbroken by his heartless rejection of your offer.

And of course there's Barbara, Stephanie, duke and Cassandra but you never really got the chance to get to know them that much since you've already left the manor for good.

Leaving no trace of your existence.

Living alone in Gotham is difficult; there are too many risks everywhere you go, especially as a Wayne, and even if you've tried to distance yourself from any ties to being a Wayne, you can't simply make the media forget about the infamous but forgotten accidental child of playboy billionaire Bruce Wayne. Only Batman, your father, can, but he won't since he doesn't care; you don't need his help anyhow. You already learned how to protect yourself against the crooks of Gotham ever since you realized that no matter what happened, Batman wouldn't save you from it, therefore that's why you always carry a knife with you, and with the help of material art, you learnt not too long ago.

You're not that confident walking through the streets of Gotham though. There's many people who could recognize you for being Bruce Wayne's child, so they'll swarm on you, asking multiple questions. 

'Why are you walking all alone?'

'Where is your father? '

'Is it true that you're the biological child of bruce Wayne'

'Where is your mother now? Is she still roaming on the underground and whoring herself out?'

They'll laugh that your face and will continue to ask multiple questions that your teenage mind couldn't even comprehend as you've always thought the same thing

There's also some time where you've been kidnapped for ransom, only there when bruce declines their call on your phone multiple times that they'll realize that you're not worth it, so, they'll let you go as you question your worth.

But you're strong. You don't need bruce to save your ass like how he does to your siblings despite them being professional on fighting unlike you.

Oh, god. why are you so selfish? They fight villain's who could actually kill you meanwhile you're just handling some thugs that could be knocked out with their single punch. Stop complaining.

Would they like me better if I was kidnapped by someone more villainous like the joker or Scarecrow? Would they actually care if I die right now?

they wont wouldn't they?

You've been held captive in a warehouse in the middle of nowhere for an amount of $2 million. Your limbs are currently tightly roped together, with no way to release them. You tried two hours ago, but it is still not moving. You can only beg the gods to allow Bruce to answer the call they've been trying to send him, but it's always been denied.

You can't help but let out another sob as you hear the call being sent to voicemail instead.

The kidnapper lets out a frustrated sound when the phone is declined again, "Alright! If this motherfucker doesn't answer one more time, I am going to torture you alright, sweetie?" It smirks and rolls in a tray of equipment, which you think is the torture instruments, sending shivers down your spine as the silver's shone upon your eyes.

"If your big ol daddy don't pick up this call, you're dead."

Dad, please... i don't want to die...

The manor felt more lonely than it ever was. The hallways felt like a never-ending tunnel, and the silence felt so uncomfortable for all of them that they couldn't help but squirm slightly in their seats.

Dick felt like something is missing...He doesn't feel that nagging feeling about talking to you for months now...

Oh yeah.

You, when was the last time he checked on you? Why can't he remember your voice or...or...The way you look?

Fuck, it's been a year since he checked on you huh?

So he checked each door one by one; the more he checked, the more guilty he felt for not knowing where your room was, and suddenly, it struck him... All of these rooms look the same; don't you decorate yours or even mark it as yours!?

He panicked. Do you even live in the manor? Where is your room, you didn't mention anything about leaving—ah!

He could just ask Alfred! Yeah, and he'll lead him to your room where he'd greet you and ask how your day was...

What exactly are you doing right now? He's ashamed to admit it, but he couldn't recall any occasions when you two would hang out; did he ever try to approach you? I do not think so. He'll make sure that will change as soon as he Sees you, whether you like it or not. right now, he needs to make up for all of his negligent behavior over the years. In fact, he'll remind Bruce and the rest of his siblings of your existence so that nothing will bother him anymore.

"Alfred!" Dick's lone hope of finding you stood out in all its grandeur, with a somber expression on the butler's face. Maybe Alfred knows where you are? He is the only individual who has ever been close to anyone joined to the Batfamily, so perhaps he does.

"Yes master dick? I assume you stand of need for something?"

"Um yeah– Alfred," he stammered. "Do you know where...y/n's room is?" The way your name sounds foreign on his tongue makes him want to rip it out.

"Young Master has left the manor a year ago, Master Dick. I've completely forgotten where their room is, considering it's the same as the rest of the guests rooms"

A year ago? he checked on you a year ago did he not? Why didn't he notice anything...that day.

Oh god, his baby sibling wouldn't survive outside of gotham. What makes you think that you can handle the harsh wind of gotham, You can't!

Shit he has to take you back, He has to take his baby sibling back. you'll die if you last outside longer. He have to find you, but how!?

He–he doesn't have your number nor know anything about you at all!

"Alright, thanks, Alfred," he murmured dejectedly, winning Alfred's sympathy. Who reconsidered something that you'll mostly get deranged at.

"Perhaps if you'd like, I can give you some video documentaries about them so you can find them."

Deeply apologies, young master, but your absence is making me worry all day.

(Next chapter)

A/n: just a random thought at a random night lol, will probably be a series, sorry if I ever mischaracterizes anyone here, I just stick to the way many people views them like ಥ_ಥ english is not my first language so I apologize for any grammatical error as I just rely for translation of some of my languages there. Also! This is heavily inspired by @acid-ixx with his again & again series, @gotham-daydreams 's work, @i-cant-sing's work, and @klemen-tine's work make sure to check those out! OR ELSE!

[much-ado-about-exy]

some shenanigans

Uploading… BatCave >> Ongoing Cases >> Evidence >> Red Robin. IMG. 75 KB. NAME: Pick up your goddamn phone, Red.JPG [A gloved hand, middle finger raised.]

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Incoming call from Pain In My Assholes 🔴

“What.”

“It’s about fucking time.”

“I’m busy, Jason.”

“Too busy to talk about the case that I’m helping you with of my own good-hearted free will?”

“Busy enough that publicly shaming me on the Cave’s share drive isn’t going to work.”

“…”

“…”

“But it did work, didn’t it?”

“…”

“Don’t you fucking dare hang up on me, you asshole, I swear to g-“

Call ended.

Uploading… BatCave >> Candid Cuties. IMG. 86 KB. NAME: Batgirl this folder is an irresponsible use of cave resources.PNG [A selfie. In the bottom corner is the top left third of Damian’s stoic face. in the background, Batman stares disapprovingly down at Nightwing, who is in a one-handed handstand, using his free hand to gesture passionately]

Uploading… BatCave >> Candid Cuties. IMG. 56 KB. NAME: You’re still using it tho :).HIEC [selfie of Batgirl in a domino mask, blonde hair loose, cheekily throwing up a peace sign, sticking her tongue out, and winking]

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Snapchat group Poly-cool

Chat from Bart: babe

Chat from Bart: babe

Chat from Bart: babe

Chat from Tim: which of us are u talking 2

Chat from Connor: IT IS 2 AM BOTH OF YOU GO TO BED

Chat from Bart: i have a question tho

Chat from Connor: ARE YOU DYING BC OTHERWISE I THINK IT CAN WAIT 6 HOURS

Chat from Bart: if u rly think abt it we all are

Chat from Bart: maybe not u, ig

Chat from Connor: ,,,

Chat from Connor: so what was ur question

Chat from Bart: it’s for tim, actually

Chat from Connor: oh.

Chat from Connor: goodnight

Chat from Tim: rude

Chat from Bart: rude. anyway

Chat from Bart: why do ppl always call ppl named jim, jimothy, but they never call ppl named tim, tames

Chat from Tim: ,,,,

Chat from Tames: that is an excellent question

Chat from Bart: i am so in love

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Snapchat group Wayne Family Disaster

Video from Jaybird. “Someone tell Tim his boyfriend’s in Gotham before he gets himself in trouble.” [Vid: Superboy floats a few feet off the ground, apparently in passionate discussion with some political fanatic behind a table that says “Sexism isn’t real. Change my mind.” Superboy’s face is red. The man behind the table is on his feet, leaning aggressively into SB’s space.]

Photo from Tames. “boyfriend retrieved” [Img: Superboy is become Leash Kid. He wears a bright red backpack with a canvas tether attached and sullenly holds an ice cream cone. In the bottom right corner of the frame, Tim’s hand holds the other end of the leash and another ice cream.]

Photo from Damian Wayne. “I would like chocolate in a dish.” [Img: A black background.]

Chat from Tames: u know the price

Chat from Damian Wayne: I do not want to get up.

Chat from Tames: u know. the price.

Photo from Damian Wayne. “With sprinkles.” [Img: Titus is curled up napping in one of his many plush rich-dog beds. On his back, lays Alfred the Cat, also dozing. The afternoon sunlight filters through the trees and in the window in such a way that makes the whole tableau look incandescently angelic.]

Chat from Tames: BABY TAX

Chat from D!ck: BABY TAX

Chat from Stephie: BABY TAX

Chat from Queen Cass: 👶💵

Photo from Big B. “I would also like chocolate.” [Img: Damian is now a part of the angelic scene, leaning against Titus and Alfred the Cat and reading aloud to them from a book titled “Bedtime Stories for Dogs”]

Chat from D!ck: BABY!!! TAX!!!

Chat from Tames: ugh. fine.

[theodorecanaryhood]

On the third day of Christmas

Batfam x GN! Reader

The saddest news you ever had growing up was that you had no family to go home too, that was when you were 5. Then Bruce Wayne came into your life.

He adopted you as his own in what seemed like a rush, you are younger than Dick and Jason. Tim slightly younger and of course Damian being the ‘Baby’.

You moved to Metropolis last year to be closer to your boyfriend, Jonathan Kent. Bruce always found it weird you dating his best friends son, but you two were happy.

Christmas was everything to you even if your family weren’t all that bothered by it, with the exception of Dick of course who would always help you hype everyone up.

You had never had a Christmas away from them since your adoption, so to be so far away so close to your favourite holiday, was a little saddening. This was the second saddest thing you’d heard, that you were going to spend it away from them.

…

Bruce was in the BatCave while the other four boys were upstairs helping Alfred with the baking and cooking.

December 24th seemed to rush to you all this year, everyone was singing along to the Christmas music that was on, but it didn’t feel the same. There was a limb missing. There was a sibling missing.

Even though Barbara came to visit, along with Roy and Kory. Even Selina at some point in the afternoon. It still felt odd, felt empty.

Tim noticed everyone looking a little down, even if they were trying to hide it. Tim also figured that’s why Bruce had been sat in the BatCave for most of the day, to distract himself from his other Child not being home.

Tim snuck out onto the porch wrapped up slightly with a sweater and a scarf, pulling his phone out and calling Jonathan.

‘Hey, I need to ask you something. Are you able to spare Y/N for tomorrow for us? Everyone is really down, we’re missing a person and it doesn’t feel the same’ Tim said, Jonathan let out a sigh as he spoke.

‘Y/n is spending New Years with us, they left this morning’ Jonathan replied, Tim looked stunned.

‘I didn’t know that’ Tim said, Jon just sighed again.

‘We were gonna wait for it to be a surprise, it was my Dad’s idea, in fact I just got a text from Y/N, telling me to tell you to turn around’

Tim shot his head over his shoulder, his missing sibling standing behind him on the snowy porch.

‘Oh my’ Tim said as he hugged you tight, Jon on the other end laughing as he heard the two of you greeting each other.

‘Timmy? Still here’ Jon said on the other end of the phone, Tim put the phone back to his ear.

‘Sorry dude, Y/n is here which I’m guessing you probably knew already’

‘Yeah I figured, Merry Christmas Timmy’ Jon said, Tim could hear the smile on his face.

‘Merry Christmas Jon’ Tim replied, they both hung up the calls each end.

‘Surprise’ you smiled, Tim hugged you again.

‘Dad will freak when he sees you’ Tim laughed, you raised your eyebrow.

‘Maybe don’t tell him yet, can you sneak me in the house?’ You chuckled as Tim nodded with a devious smile.

…

Tim managed to get you into the house unseen, which was surprising for even Alfred to not notice as he knew everything.

Tim returned to the kitchen as Jason gave him a confused look.

‘Where you been replacement?’ Jason asked curious, Tim shook his head as he tried to hide a smile. Dick clocked on too that Tim disappeared and approached him.

‘Timber, where’d you go?’ Dick asked, Tim just rolled his eyes.

‘Can’t a guy go onto the porch for some air anymore?’ He defended, Dick and Jason however looked at him with their arms folded.

‘No’ the said in unison, Tim just put down his glass and turned to face everyone.

‘Ok, everyone join Bruce in the BatCave, I have an early Christmas present’ he smiled, even Alfred was a little surprised Tim was behaving weird.

‘Fine’ Damian said as he walked down into the BatCave.

Bruce turned to face everyone as they all walked into the Cave, Tim coming down behind them.

‘What’s going on?’ Bruce asked as they all stood beside him, except Tim who stood at the bottom of the stairs.

‘I got fed up of everyone being so down today, everyone trying to act fine but at the same time missing something. Bruce has been down here all day to avoid he misses Y/n, Jason has been snappy, Dick isn’t cheering anyone up, Alfred is even a little sad and Damian, well he’s no different to be fair’ everyone stared at Tim, wondering if there was a point to this conversation.

‘Do you have a point Master Tim?’ Alfred asked bluntly.

‘I do, I have a present’ Tim said as he turned to look up at the doorway. You smiled as Tim waved you down.

‘Y/n?’ Everyone called out, ‘y/n’ they called again realising it was you and they rushed over to greet you.

‘When did you get here?’ Bruce asked as he pulled away from his hug, you smiled.

‘About 20 minutes ago, Tim called Jon asking if they could spare me. Unbeknownst to Timmy I was already here’ you laughed, getting another hug from Dick.

‘I won’t be here New Year’ you said as everyone went quiet and stared, ‘but we can deal with that later’ you smiled as Alfred hugged you and everyone cheered you were home.

…

There was some last minute things to do the night of Christmas Eve, like put the presents under the tree.

Dick and Jason were glad to have you back, Bruce was now out of the BatCave and Alfred was whistling in the kitchen. Tim was putting his presents under the tree too.

Damian was acting tough but you saw a big smile on his face when he saw you. Even if he won’t admit.

This was a good Christmas, and you promised them you would always spend it with them. No matter where you were in the world.