#batsib!reader

[invincibledc]

Batsib!reader: Good responses for being stabbed with a knife?

Dick: Rude.

Damian: That’s fair.

Jason: Not again.

Tim : Are you going to want this back?

[cosmosluckycharms]

Bug Like Angel

pt5

Animal noises

hey guys warning might be ooc cause i am writing this half asleep

"SHOOT- I'M LATE AGAIN!"

You had band practice with the others today

Why are you always late?

You promised them, and you accidentally slept through your alarm. Again.

You forgot Lyla was down for today too, she was focused solely on the anomalies today, so she couldn't wake you up.

Shit.

You scrambled around in your room getting ready for the day.

You put on your clothes and quickly do your hair.

You tried looking for your guitar and forgot you left it downstairs.

You ran downstairs and almost tripped.

You stopped when you saw everyone eating breakfast at the table.

Without you.

It made you less mad that they were together without you, you were used to them being together without you.

It made you sad how you never even realized.

"..You guys have been having breakfast together? Without me?"

They all went silent. You could see the guilty looks on their faces. As soon as Dick opened his mouth to talk, you shut them up.

"Why would you even-" You stopped yourself, you had things to do. "You know what? This is a problem for future y/n."

You grabbed your keys and put it in your bag while you ran around trying to finish getting ready.

"Alfred, I'm gonna be gone till later, I promised my friends I'm gonna be at band practice"

You ran into the bathroom to finish brushing your teeth.

"Also if one of them shows up at the door, please let them in! Hobie's my ride today!" You called out from inside the bathroom

"Alright, young miss." you heard Alfred say from the kitchen.

You did your makeup quickly and put on your shoes.

You grabbed your bag that had your guitar picks inside, along with some essentials like money, a hairbrush, makeup, etc.

You just needed your phone, which you had left in the kitchen.

As soon as you run out of the bathroom and into the dining room you get jumpscared.

"Boo." Hobie jumped, scaring you.

You screamed before play hitting him

Okay, screw you too, spidey-senses!

While you explained to Hobie you were almost done getting ready, you could slightly feel the others glaring at you and Hobie.

it wasn't them trying to figure him out,it was them judging him.

Damian couldn't understand, why were you hanging out with someone like him?! He's too punk and crazy looking, it's so dumb you were excited to hang out with him.

He snapped out of it as soon as he saw you and Hobie about to exit the manor.

He was about to demand to know where you were going, but suddenly as soon as you were about to walk out the door, you felt Hobie pull on the back of the collar of your shirt.

"Hm?" you asked Hobie

"Don't you think you're missing something, Tinkerbell?" Hobie asked, pointing to your back.

"what do you mean? I have everything, I think. I have my lipgloss and everything.." you started rambling to yourself for a bit, checking the mental checklist you had for yourself.

After a few moments, you realize you thought you had your guitar with you!

You did not!

You ran to grab it, everyone looking at you both.

You grabbed your guitar and said bye to everyone.

Jason does not like Hobie.

He didn't even get to introduce himself to your family.

He straight up ignored all of them, besides Alfred, to see you!

He didn't like how excited you were to just be around him.

He didn't like how naturally you guys play fought like siblings.

He didn't like how close you guys seemed.

He didn't like how he walked around like he's been here before.

He didn't like how he had a nickname for you.

He needed to know who this guy was.

But how?

He followed you both to your practice. While dressed in a red hood.

Oops.

He watches as you both get into your car and go to a place to practice music.He sees a tiny 12-year-old girl with short black hair playing electric guitar, like you.

He sees a blonde girl with half her hair of hair shaved off getting her guitar ready while talking a curly haired boy with big doe eyes.

He sees the boy next to her getting his keyboard ready while awkwardly flirting with the girl.

He sees a boy with stupidly luscious hair getting the amps up and ready.

He can see them all getting slightly anxious, he assumes it's because of you being late.

He didn't know its because they could all sense someone watching them.

Finally, you and Hobie walk in and immediately feel the presence.

You text Miguel that you feel a tiny bit anxious and send him your location.

Better safe than sorry!

After an hour or two of playing, you all decide to sit down and take a break.

The feeling someone was watching you was still there, it just died down the slightest bit.

After a while, Pavitr finally spoke up.

"Am I the only one feeling that someone watching us?"

Immediately you all said different variants of yes.

It was so strange, why would anyone watch you guys?

You assumed it was maybe a kid on the street who was listening to your music, but that didn't explain your spidey senses going off.

As soon as you were about to talk about it, all your spidey senses went off, and someone popped up in front of you.

Red Hood, or your brother, Jason Todd.

Immediately everyone got up and gave you knowing glances.

Sure, you never told anyone about your family's identities, but technically everybody in the spiderverse and their moms knew.

Something about you being a mix of two multi-verses.

"Woah! No need to get so defensive!" Red Hood said, putting his hands up.

"why are you here?" you asked, glaring at him dead in the eyes. Well, he was wearing a mask so you looked at him where his eyes were supposed to be.

"Can't someone drop by for a visit? You guys were great, by the way," he said. You weren't sure what he wanted.

At this point, you had Peni hidden behind you. Sure, he wouldn't ever do anything to any kid, but it was a force of habit you had to protect her.

You didn't notice Hobie slowly moving beside you to protect you if anything happened.

"Welp, I just came in to check on regular civilians, nothing wrong with that," he smirked. he knew he was getting under your skin.

"well, it's a good thing we don't need help. Goodbye." you shooed him away like he had done multiple times to you.

He scoffed and left.

You all let out a breath you didn't know you were holding.

It was getting late anyway. You should all start packing up and go out someplace to eat.

It was your turn to choose which place to go, and you immediately chose Batburger.

As soon as you all ordered and sat down, you all immediately started talking about why Red Hood popped by.

Your friends all knew about the neglect from everyone, no one understood why they were here.

Why now?

The topics changed throughout everything, from school drama to plans for the future, to plans for future hangouts.

Everything was great, you all grabbed your meals and were eating the mountain of food you guys ordered.

"I'm telling you, the food in my universe is so much better!" Miles argued with you.

"it's so not! It's greasy!" You argued back

"like batburger isn't?" Miles smirked, you both played arguing.

You gasped dramatically. "YOU TAKE THAT BACK!" you play slapped Miles.

"LISTEN DINGBAT I SAID-" Miles rudely pointed his finger in your face.

"GET YOUR FINGER OUT OF MY FACE!" You and Miles started throwing fries at each other's faces, everyone else at the table laughing at how stupid you guys are.

Suddenly, your spidey senses went slightly off. Not enough for you and Miles to notice, but the others stopped laughing.

You didn't understand until you heard a very familiar voice.

"Is there a problem here?" You looked up and saw your other brother, Dick, looking at you guys with his stupid signature smile.

The same smile that made the hairs on your neck stand up.

Immediately you and Miles straightened up. Not in fear, but because you didn't want him to see you enjoying yourself.

"No, Richard."

You see him flinch at the use of his full name and not his nickname. His smile slightly faltered, but not enough for anyone other than you to notice.

"All alright then." he started walking away and you noticed behind him were your other siblings, Tim and Damian.

Shit.

You needed to get out of here.

Gwen immediately noticed you looking slightly panicky and immediately started holding your hand to calm you down.

It worked.

Everyone looked at each other, almost to say "Let's go."

You all left and decided to go to a park to calm down.

You all lay down on the grass in quiet. It was nice.

You don't mind doing anything with them, as long as you are together.

You wish you could stay in this moment forever.

After a while, you and Peni ended up falling asleep.

Noir came and picked up Peni.

Gwen, Miles, and Pavitr had to go home to their respective universes.

Hobie took and carried you home, there's no way he was gonna leave you lying in the middle of Gotham at night.

He made sure to carry everything you had with you into the manor.

Alfred let Hobie in as soon as he saw you being carried by him.

As soon as he got inside, Jason offered to carry you to your room, but Hobie had already started walking toward's it.

"Nah, sorry mate. She's knackered right now and moving her around might make her go mad."

As soon as he got to your room, he dropped you off on your bed took off your shoes and tucked you into bed, kissing you on the forehead, something that he's done to all the spider kids as a form of affection.

As soon as he went downstairs, he started getting questioned by everyone there.

"Who are you?" asked Damian.

"Wouldn't you like to know, weather-boy?" Hobie teased.

"Why is she so attached to you?!" Asked Jason.

"I ain't got a scooby doo," Hobie replied.

Soon, the questions turned into everyone yelling at Hobie for no reason.

You woke up from the commotion.

You went downstairs to see Hobie having a serious face.

That was not a good sign.

You kept walking further until you were on the same floor as everyone else.

"What's going on?" you asked rather meekly.

No one heard, so you spoke louder.

"What's going on?"

Still, no one heard, so you had no choice but to yell.

"WHAT IS GOING ON?!"

Everyone stopped to look at you. Everyone but Hobie was surprised to see you speak that loudly. They weren't used to you using that tone.

Everything was silent and tense for a moment.

"Well? is anyone gonna say anything or are you all gonna act stupid?" You were cranky. You needed a nap.

"We don't want you hanging around those guys anymore." your father, Bruce said.

"I don't care. I still am gonna be with them," you said.

"You don't have a choice," Damian added, agreeing with his father.

"Well nothing is stopping me, I'll still see them," you replied, glaring at Bruce.

"You're under my roof. You can make your own decisions when you aren't living here." Bruce said, rather mad you won't be obident.

"Maybe I don't want to live under your roof..." you muttered, thinking no one would hear.

"What was that?" you heard Dick say, clearly expecting you to crumble and apologize.

"Maybe I don't wanna live under your roof!" you turn to look at Hobie. He looks proud.

"Then leave." you hear Tim say.

"All alright." you start walking to your room to pack your essentials.

Everyone suddenly looks shocked. They weren't expecting that. You felt Hobie put a hand on your shoulder and help you pack. You grab your phone and see you never replied to Miguel's texts where he asked if you're okay.

You reply to him and tell him you're alright. You ask him if you can stay at his apartment because of family problems.

He immediately replies and says yes.

You finish packing up and go downstairs.

You didn't say bye to anyone as you left.

You went to a random abandoned building to use your bracelet to make a portal to Miguel's universe.

Hobie tagged along, to keep you safe.

As soon as he saw Miguel take you inside, he waved bye and went to his universe.

As soon as you got inside, you broke down.

Over how tired you are, over how your family treated you, and how you just wanted a hug.

You fell asleep hugging Miguel that night

hi guys this is kinda bad but like idk i might make a fluffy oneshot of the spiderkids js hanging out cause reader deserves a break idk

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[hearts4mica]

Darling never grow up

Imagine l Jon looking up to Batsis like an older sister and her reciprocating and Damian not liking sharing his sister.

Platonic! Jon Kent and batsis

Masterlist Part 2 Here!

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——————————————————————————— The first time Jon went to the Wayne Manor was after school. Alfred drove them home to “do a proyect” to hang out.

The first time Jon met you was in the kitchen where you were grabbing some ice cream.

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You felt someone watching you, so you turned around expecting that someone to be Damian cause that person was silent but when you turned around-

It was a small child well not that small- a short child around Damian’s age.

He looked at you. He had big blue eyes, he was staring directly into your soul. Just like those people with blue eyes do, he had a baby face.

You had never seen him in your whole life.

“Hello there uhm what is your name hun?” You ask curiously.

Was he another child Bruce adopted?

“Im Jon! Damian’s bff- ‘BFF’ means Best Friend Forever if case you didn’t know!” He said excitedly.

Wow. He was a really extroverted kid quite the opposite of Damian he reminded you somehow to Dick. Big blue eyes, extroverted- maybe being extroverted was a rule to have blue eyes?

In Jon’s side well he had never met you before. He didn’t even know that Damian had an older sister! He only knew his brothers.

You blink you didn’t know Damian had friends. Not in a mean way obviously but he always seemed so closed about this subject.

“Well it’s a pleasure to meet you Jon. Are you perhaps looking for Damian?”

“Nope just looking for water!” He answered happily.

“Oh well let me help you then”.

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In that moment Jon decided that he was adopting you as his older sister.

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Some time after Jon flew home, you went into Damian’s room.

He was laying down on his bed reading some random book he probably stole from Jason.

“Soo?” you ask with a small smile on your face

“So what?” [name] be specific.” He says in a bored tone not taking his eyes off his book.

“You have a friend! Dami you listened to my advice! Im soo happy for you” you throw yourself onto his bed and hug him.

He sighs annoyedly and hugs you back. You knew he wasn’t annoyed tho. He loved you as much as you loved him

“It’s not a big deal-“ “Yes it is Dami! Now tell me everything!”

“You’re as annoying as Grayson when he found out”

“So everyone already knew but me?!- oh! my poor heart!”

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The next time Jon came over was for a sleepover.

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There was a knock on the door. You were the closest to the door so you went to open it.

There was Jon wearing his superman pajamas holding a small plushie and a blanket, you let him into the Manor and welcome him.

You tell him that Damian is currently showering so he decides to hang out with you in the meantime.

“So how’s school Jon?”

“It’s really good! And everyone is nice and teachers teach well and- lunch is well eateable i guess” he starts rambling but you don’t mind he somehow reminds you of your brothers

“Im glad you like school” “Yeah me too!”

“Jon what are you doing here?” Damian walks into the room wearing his themed pajamas Dick bought for him.

“Oh im just hanging out with [name]! Telling her sbout school and teachers and food and work an-“

“yeah okay we get it Jon let’s go we have things to do” Damian grabs Jon’s hand and drags him to his room

“Bye [name]!” He frantically waves his hand goodbye.

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“Your sister is really nice Damian! I really like her!”

“Mhm”

“Why didn’t you tell me like ever you had a sister! We could share sisters?!- i mean i don’t have one but yeah why don’t you share?”

“Share? What?- No.”

“No what?”

“I am not sharing my sister Jon.”

“Why not?!” Jon pouts

“She is my sister get one yourself!”

“Sharing is caring!”

“I don’t care for you”.

“So not true! We are BFF’s”

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The next time he comes over to the Wayne Manor he brings you a small gift

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“Hello [name]! I made this for you!” He gives you a small bracelet that said ‘Sis KW’.

“What does Sis KW mean Jon?”

“It mean Sister Kent Wayne!”

“Oh?- That’s really cute Jon! Did you make it yourself?”

“Yes i did” he says seeming really proud of his creation.

“Sister Kent Wayne?!” Damian grabs the bracelet “Jon! she is my sister! Not yours you idiot!

“Damian don’t be rude! I already have 4 brothers 1 more wouldn’t make a big difference!.” Grabs the bracelet back. “Its a nice gesture. Thank you Jon i’ll definitely wear it.”

Jon smiles “Thanks [name] you’re the best!.”

“Jon . A word.”

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“You can’t give my sister a bracelet! And even less one that says Sister Kent Wayne! And you dare to put the W of Wayne on the second place! After Kent?!”

“Why not? It’s not like it says [name] Kent! I added Wayne there!”

“Because she is not your sister!”

“Three words! IDC!”

“Those are letters!”

“IDC!”

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[mimiii-3]

How old is the Batsib meant to be? Because I think that the most angst potential idea is that they are YOUNG. Like, around Damian’s age.

Most people, especially the Batfam, are really loving and caring towards children, but Batsib is ignored, belittled and disregarded. Meanwhile, Darling is an adult, someone who should literally be able to handle themselves but is instead coddled.

Most neglected reader fics have the family seeing the reader as younger than they are, but maybe in this au they think that the batsib is like 16-17 when they’re literally like 13.

Good idea!

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Saboteur: Teenage Dirtbag

Yandere Platonic Batfam x GN Neglected Reader

Notes: a tad bit angsty

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What if batsib is younger than darling?

🦇- you can’t stand darling

🦇 - the way they parade around the house, basking in your family’s undying love

🦇 - you hate them all

🦇 - your Father’s weak resolve. He doesn’t stop darling’s relentless teasing. No, he sits back and watches to stay in their good graces

🦇 - then there’s Dick

🦇 - he reaches back to his circus roots and puts on a show for them. Always flipping off the walls and cracking jokes

🦇 - the overly wide smile he flashes darling looks stupid

🦇 - Tim just can’t get enough of darling

🦇 - he spends hours gathering more information about them. Memorizing their likes and dislikes so he can learn how to keep them happy

🦇 - the spitfire of the family, Damian, follows darling around the house and gazing at them with admiration

🦇 - even Alfred can’t help but wait on them hand and foot

🦇 - but what do you get?

🦇 - you get nothing. Pure indifference is what you get from your so-called family

🦇 - it’s never felt more apparent till now

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The buses have stopped running. Of course, why wouldn’t they on the worst day ever. You trudge up the muddy slope that leads to the small wood behind the manor.

It was your first day of high school and it did not go as planned. The teachers and students were a bunch of judgy socialites who couldn’t mind their own business. You asked to go to a public school but your father didn’t listen. Typical.

Your shoe slips against the mud and you fall to your knees. A frustrated whine leaves your mouth as you clamber to your feet.

You had asked Alfred to pick you up around 6. You had an orientation for the after school program that would last at least a couple of hours. Unfortunately, you aren’t old enough to drive yourself so you planned to wait for Alfred.

The tip of a branch catches on the mesh side of your backpack. It tears the fabric easily and your water bottle tumbles down a short part of the slope. After retrieving your water bottle, you tiredly continue the journey.

Alfred never showed. Even after you waited an hour and a half. In hindsight, you should have just left the school. At least you wouldn’t be walking back in the dark. You knew that it was dangerous to take the open sidewalk back home so you decided to take the woodsy way instead.

You mentally punch yourself for taking the back way and take hold of sturdy-looking tree branch. With some effort, you pull yourself up the last part of the slope. Your shoulders sag in relief at the small distance between you and the manor.

Maybe Alfred was preoccupied? Yeah, that’s it. He was busy helping Bruce with a new bad guy in Gotham. Or maybe he had too much to drink and forgot about the plan.

You approach the back door leading to the dance hall. Before you can reach for the door, you notice light pouring out of the living room window.

You stay a couple hundred feet back so that whoever’s inside can’t see you. When you look into the room from afar you see them. The whole family, huddled up in the living room and watching a movie.

It must be scary. With the way that obnoxious abductee clings to them in fear. Dick, Tim, and Damian all lean toward Darling on the couch. Your father, sitting in the armchair, is looking over at them with so much love.

Disgusting. The way they look at darling like they can do no wrong. Then Alfred walks in the room carrying a tray of popcorn. You seethe at the sight of him, warm and dry.

So he forgot to pick you up for this. Is it that he forgot or did he just not care? You trudge back to the door and swing it open. You stomp your muddy shoes up the recently waxed stairs.

When you arrive at your room you slam the door shut and shake off your muddy clothes. After a quick shower, you plop down on the bed and pull out your diary. You begin to describe the horrible day you had and every hateful thought about your family imaginable.

Your pen scratches furiously at the paper. The hot tears cascading down your face wrinkle the expensive, leather-bound journal. You write and write till your hand aches just as much as your heart. You pull back to peer at your handiwork.

For about 8 pages your diary is covered in angry rants and violent doodles of you family. The anger starts to dissipate. Your diary keeps you in check. It allows you to express yourself and rant against your family.

You tuck the notebook under your mattress and climb under the covers. You pull your pig plushie close and breath out a sigh. You have to relax and forget about today. Let go of your family and everything else bothering you. It’s only Monday after all.

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[l0s3rd0wnt0wn]

"Oh, you were not what was desired, but that makes you no less dear to me. A boy would have been the Son of France, but you, Marie Thérèse, shall be mine."

With reader and her mom

Reader is a mama's girl through and through; you'll do anything with your mother. Father's Day is just another Mother's Day on the red carpet. The two of you will wear matching dresses and nails. Your mom is a huge fan and supporter. When you show her your boyfriend or girlfriend, she'll tease non-stop and then threaten whoever breaks your heart. You're her baby, no matter how old you get. When Bruce cheated on her and had a whole other child with that woman (a.k.a. Damian and Talia), you were born, and you were the only thing that made sense in this world. Holding you for the first time was like holding the most precious jewel in the world—her baby girl. Sure, she loves Jason and Dick, but no one can top you. She'll smile with the other Batkids at galas or photo shoots, but she'll wrap her arms around you when photos are being taken or press a wet kiss to your forehead as the press snaps a picture. True, Bruce Wayne has his sons, but your mom has you—her perfect little girl. She can't even fathom the idea of you getting older. When you started saying you were too old for tiaras or princess parties, how could you be too old? You're only eleven! You can still wear the Tiana dress she bought you, but she knows you're getting older, so she'll just have to deal with it. But please, put this princess dress on for her—pretty please! Your mom looks pretty young; lots of people think she's your sister, but that's only because she had you at a young age. You should see the looks on your teachers' faces when your mom, Gotham's sweetheart supermodel, comes scrambling to the door because you forgot your lunch. If you become a Robin or Batgirl, she'll be upset, but it's your life, not hers. She supports you all the way, even getting you a training tutor or going to the gym with you. Let's just say the two of you get really competitive on the treadmill. There's a picture in Bruce's office of your mom holding you in her arms. You could have been a toddler at that time, dressed in a bear onesie with a scarf around your neck. It's the middle of December; your mom wanted you to have a day out with Bruce. There are little snowflakes in her big black curls, and she has a bright smile on her face while her scarf swishes in the wind. Bruce took the picture, and it took him a while because he couldn't stop staring at your mom. "Brucie, hurry up! I can't feel my feet!" she giggles and squeaks, running into the limo, sighing when she feels the warmth. She cuddles you gently. "Did you like the snow, sugar butt?" Your mom laughs, kissing your rosy cheeks. When things get too hectic, Bruce can always stare at that picture and think about what he lost.

[gayestsimp]

Decaying life: Chapter 3

Chapter 2

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A/N: sorry it’s short! Just been busy with course work and college… hope ya’ll enjoy!

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(Name) waited just outside of the alleyway, wanting Jason to arrive already- to no longer be left alone with his thoughts. His eyes staring down at the, now covered, blood soaked hand. (Name) could feel those men’s life drain from them, warmth quickly turning into the freezing cold. He could remember their pained expressions at the end, but it was a matter of life and death for (Name). Those men were planning to kidnap him, possibly even kill him if Bruce didn’t cough any money up- he probably forgot all about (Name)’s existence by now- and they were scum… did they deserve life? do any of these monsters down here truly deserve existence?- no, he shouldn’t think like that… no matter what, he shouldn’t… he just needs to wait for Jason.

And just within a few minutes, the sound of a motorbike could be heard, getting louder and louder until a familiar man with a helmet was in front of (Name) “J-Jason…” was all the boy could echo out before the male took off his helmet, his arms quickly going around (Name), one on his lower and the other on his upper back, keeping the boy close, supporting all of him as his hands hugged completely around the larger male’s upper body, crying into Jason’s chest as the vigilante softly pats his back, staying there for a moment, not pointing out the blood on the hand that soaked into his shirt and touch his skin, not yet questioning the boy on how he killed the men that tried kidnapping him, or anything else. He just stood there, arms squeezing tighter around his little brother, just letting (Name) cry out everything.

After a solid two minutes of pure crying, no words being spoken, (Name) slowly came to a stop, just small gasp leaving his lips and small sniffles, before Jason slowly let go of (Name), smiling softly at the boy. “How about we… go back to my place? You can clean up, I’ll make you a hot chocolate- you still like those, yeah? And than we can talk about what happened… just relax for now, alright?” Jason would ask (Name), letting the boy just nod his head as the both approached the motorbike, with Jason putting a helmet on (Name) first before placing his own back on his head. Both getting on Jason’s ride, with (Name) desperately holding onto Jason, arms hugging around his older brother- Jason’s rides always terrifying the younger male. Though this time, it was much slower, still faster than the boy would like, but slower compared to normal…

Soon enough, both would arrive to Jason’s apartment, it was a nice place, sometimes having the other outlaws crash on the couch and relax and hangout with Jason, it was like a home- a sentiment that (Name) shared with them all, often staying around a few times, sneaking out and getting a ride with his older brother whenever he leaves after a visit and than getting a ride back on Jason’s next visit. (Name) quickly went inside, Jason doing the same and licking the door behind him as he quickly got a throw on blanket of his little brother, putting it down on the couch as (Name) went to the bathroom, turning on the tap, allowing water to run as he removed both his gloves carefully and than placing both hands underneath the running water- taking care to not destroy anything while cleaning his dirtied and bloody hands, clearing away everything best he could until his hands were washed from everything that has happened, than carefully drying his hands on the closest towel, being careful to not place all five fingers from either hand on it, than finally he was able to put his gloves on- shaking a little as he made his way to the couch, getting down and sitting on it, slowly wrapping the throw on blanket around himself as Jason makes his way in with a hot chocolate, placing the warm liquid down on the table, taking his own seat near his little brother. Both sitting in silence as (Name) sipped on the hot chocolate- and when his shaking finally slowed down, Jason would finally break their lack of voices to one another. “(Name)… how… did you kill those men?” Be would asked. Jason didn’t want to believe that his little brother was capable of such things- to him, (Name) was just a regular- and innocent person that was neglected by Bruce, Dick and Tim. The only one that didn’t neglected the scratched up boy was Damian, but that was due to his more aggressive personality and attacking (Name).

(Name) sat there in some more silence, with Jason just waiting for the boy to answer, not forcing anything out of them. He was just waiting. With deep breaths and gentle sighs, (Name) would speak again, a broken voice that pains Jason’s heart whenever he hear it. “I… h-have… I have p-powers J-Jason…” Jason seemed taken aback, he was surprised, that much was clear on his face before it morphs into an expression of guilt- a guilt for not noticing this, when he was Robin, or as Red Hood, (Name) would quickly continue on. “W-whatever i t-touch wi-with all five f-fingers… b-breaks down… i-it dec-decays y-you could say…” (Name) explained, not wanting to look at Jason… the silence was deafening to the gloved boy- was Jason terrified of him now? Now, he’s gone against the worst of Gotham and more. Was Jason disgusted by him now? Did he see (Name) as a monster- is he never going to interact with him now? Will Jason tell the rest of the family? Will Alfred also turn his back on him? Will he be left without a home?- but than… (Name) felt something so warm… it was Jason, the older male’s arms wrapping around (Name)’s smaller body, holding the boy clos to him, allowing them a moment to be stunned. (Name) loved Jason’s hugs… they were like Momma’s… so once he knew Jason accepted him? It only made the boy cry out- tears bursting from his eyes as he shook again, hugging Jason back as soon as he could, not letting go as he cried and cried… until exhaustion completely took over, collapsing in his brother’s arms… tears still leaking from his eyes as Jason slowly wiped them away with one hand- before slowly and carefully picking up (Name), bringing him to Jason’s bed, and just as carefully laying the boy down, sitting down next to the boy. A hand that was soft and rough running through (Name)’s hair, with his whole body covered in warmth from blankets as Jason softly spoke to him. “I will make sure that you never cry again (Name)… I’ll be your true and only family from now on.” Was all Jason spoke as he slowly laid down, bringing the boy close to his chest and hugging them tightly, both scared if he let go- that this moment could never come again.

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Soon enough. The next day would come, with Red Hood for once taking the night of from Vigilante work… but it didn’t really matter- too many criminals were already scared and he would be out there the next night. And the previous and right now, he had to ensure that his little brother was doing alright. Once he woke up- Jason would quickly start cooking something for breakfast, waking up nice and early before (Name). It was an English breakfast, Alfred had taught him how to cook food properly and this was his first meal he ever cooked with the old man that treated (Name) well. He also made an glass of orange juice for the boy, setting it up on the table as he could hear (Name) sit up and yawn- due to the creaking bed and loud noise from the boy’s lips. (Name) had slowly stood up, having gotten of the bed, rubbing his eyes- he didn’t recognise the room straight away, thinking he was in his own, planning to grab some pyjamas that were usually thrown around in the room for the weekend… only to realise he was in Jason’s room, and he didn’t have any of his own clothes- only his school ones that he had on. Slowly the boy would make his way forward and open the door that hid the bedroom from the rest of the apartment, opening it and seeing Jason sitting on the couch, two plates of food on a small table, along with two glasses of orange juice, in front of him and the TV playing with (Name) favourite show being on it. Jason could hear the door open and looked back at it, seeing (Name), Jason would give a small wave for the boy to come over. “Heya little wing… how are you doing right now?” He’d ask, as (Name) approached the couch, taking a seat and looking at the food… he was starving, so he started to carefully eat, his stomach still upset from last night, but he needed the energy. “I’m… I’m fine Jason.” (Name) simply responds, smiling softly, as Jason gave a gentle smile back. (Name) and Jason just ate away and drank the juice, it was a little silent, just forks and knifes softly hitting the plate, and glasses pressing against the table, than they were both finish, the apartment room was always a little messy- but Jason cleaned it up a bit more than usual for his little brother. But after the food and drinks are finished, the silence was built back up, the two brothers just sat there… but than (Name) broke. “Jason… can I live here… with you?” He asked softly, eyes darting to Jason’s, making sure to stare his brother in the eyes, one hand rubbing against his own arm, softly gripping onto it- Jason would stare back, a tiny smile on his face and hugging his little brother again. “Sure, little wing… you can live here, but since you came out about these powers… there’s something I should tell you, I’m Red Hood.” He spoke, before (Name) added on right after. “I know.” “Huh?…” Jason was a little dumbfounded at first as (Name) continues with his words. “I’ve know for a bit about everyone’s identities… once I figured out one, the rest came quickly…” Jason stood there, looking on before smiling with a dumb look on his face, proud of his little brother for figuring out all their identities- well (Name) didn’t have to figure anything out- he’s just seen the some gadgets and pieces of costumes around, and then it was all clear. Nothing that difficult. (Name) chuckled out softly, before sighing out… the memories of yesterday… what he did to those men… just like his mother… He could only use his ability to defend himself- he had no choice- and Jason could tell, the boy’s face was a distraught one, and being in such a deep thought meant they were remembering and thinking of the previous events.

“None of it was your fault, little wing, you had no choice- you defended yourself with all you had.” Jason spoke, softly patting the boy’s back- looking at them as their hand slowly rose up to his neck and started scratching… they were soft- and Jason didn’t have plans to stop (Name), the boy needed to let out this stress- he wasn’t the healthiest with that either, so he’s letting them do it. (Name) nodded his head, agreeing… but he doesn’t ever want to do the same… if he could have, he should’ve learnt some self defence and leave his abilities until the very end… or maybe be able to use his abilities more effectively- to only destroy small parts of the body or even just the skin or muscles- not to kill again… he doesn’t want to ever kill again unless necessary- wait, why is he thinking like that? He doesn’t want to be a hero or vigilante, he wants a normal life.. but these powers could be used for so much good as well, he could disable villains and leave them out of commission for the rest of their lives, destroy building that have collapsed to save those inside- or get rid of rubble easily… maybe even destroy infections… he could help people so much more by using these powers than not. So with another look at Jason, (Name) had resolved his feelings- he could help out his only brother. “Jason. I want to be a vigilante… like you…” Jason was a little surprised, and he was about to reject the boy, but their face- how strong it was, and the image of blood on the boy’s hand from yesterday told Jason all he needed. So a gentle sigh and a small nod was given, a gentle smile on Jason’s face. “Alright, Little Wing.”

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A few days would pass by, and the discovery of the gruesome scene in the Alleyway would be discovered, with the commissioner leading the scene, and a certain few costume wearing vigilantes… or Heroes in the eyes of many, also examining the scene. “Who could have done this?…” The commissioner asked, eyes fixed on broken remains that have been rotting away, cuts separating their bodies cleanly all over, Batman was looking over the bodies, with Red Robin and Robin assisting, with the former Robin attempting to find any clues with Batman, along with any security cameras in the area- sadly for them, there weren’t any, so it was close to impossible to tell who this was from. “This is someone new, this matches none of the inmates of Arkham’s M.O” Batman would say, with Gordon nodding his head- “Whoever killed these men must have completed the task quickly… but I do not believe a weapon was used- the remains are too close and are ‘cut’ too clean to be something simple.” Robin stated, with the other vigilantes nodding their heads. After some more searching, nothing else could be found for clues on what had happened, or who this attacker was… but there was something that was now steadily being built inside their heads… who committed this crime? And how did they commit it? This had Bruce thinking all throughout his patrol, and the next day. It was a strange site.

Though Bruce would get down to the bottom of it.

(Name) and Jason however picked a day when the rest of the Wayne family would be out of the Manor- a small event requiring the family, and Jason being legally dead and (Name) being neglected was quite helpful for their little plan, with them making sure to tell Alfred, to take whatever the boy wanted from his own room and to move it to Jason’s apartment. Now it… wasn’t much, a few books that the brothers love to read together, some clothes and a 3ds. All of it fit neatly in two bags, allowing the brothers to easily take it away in one ride. Alfred was a little sad truly though, to see (Name) leave the manor, but he was happy to have the boy live with Jason, still staying with his family- even if it was just one person.

Alfred placed a hand on the boy’s shoulder, kneeling down a little, smiling at (Name) a she spoke. “I wish you well master (Name). Do feel free to return to the manor whenever you wish… I’ll be sure to send you baked goods…” Alfred spoke, with the boy nodding his head, smiling softly, he knew now that the butler does truly care for him, that feeling the elder man only cared because he was paid to was completely gone now, it was only small on the first place, but it was still present… (Name)’s defence against building anymore relationships to be destroyed… but now that was living with Jason, and Alfred still showing care for (Name), made the young male happy. “Thanks Alfred… I’ll look forward to the cookies…” (Name) replied with a chuckle, as both he and Jason left the manor, with (Name) starting his new life with his brother, and his soon to be vigilante life.

[crow-crystal]

@rizzanon

Heavily inspired by your post. I do not take credit. Just wanted to try a different ending for it. If you want, I can delete this. ♡

Insert au where Reader did not have any outside friends and instead chose to downright leave. Possibly making friends with vigilantes/ heroes from a different city in the future. Concidering she'd probably figure out their identity and the vigilante/hero's would just be like, "Ah yes, sad baby living alone, I shall adopt you." Or something.

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PART ONE

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"You..."

She stood in front of the mirror of her room, fists clenched at her sides.

"Bruce is a bad father."

She whispered. Her voice was barely audible as tears, silent tears, roll down her cheeks. A breath that wasn't quite relieved leaving her. No one heard her words, and she didn't plan on it, but it helped none the less. A silent agreement that it wasn't her fault. That she wasn't the problem.

She would never have dreamed of saying such a thing to herself, not even in her mind. Yet, as she stood in the darkness of her room, she couldn't help but shakily smile as she stared at her reflection. Her hair, no longer long and in a braid like it had been for years, was cut to her shoulders and styled in a way she always found so pretty in pictures. She'd woken, around 4 a.m., to find herself in the past. As panicked as she was, she got her bearings quickly as memories flooded her, memories that she wished she could've forgotten.

She was supposed to be dead. She wasn't. Instead, she was in her 16 year old body. It was almost 6 am. by now, but that was fine. She wished she could say she should be worried about the others noticing a change, but she knew they wouldn't. They never did. Maybe it should hurt, but she was used to that empty, heavy feeling in her chest by now. Right, she had school today, didn't she? She wondered if she should be worried about her grades, but the thought disappeared as soon as it came.

She still remembered laying there, blood seeping into the concrete ground as she stared at the fog filled sky of Gotham. Still felt the hazy feeling overwhelm her as she realized she didn't even think about trying to call for help. After all, she knew it wouldn't come.

She used to be so busy trying, pointlessly so, for attention, approval, and anything from her family. If they could count as family. To the point she barely knew herself anymore, was barely a person anymore. It was depressing, looking back into her memories and realizing she didn't know things about herself that anyone should. She didn't have hobbies, she trained instead, she didn't have friends, they never stuck around once they realized she couldn't give them anything, she didn't have.. a life.

Shaking her thoughts away, she cleans off her face in a practiced ritual. Living with the Bat's meant she knew exactly how to hide it when she let out rare tears. Letting out one final shaky breath, she leaves her room. She'd already looked around it when she woke, she still couldn't stand the bare walls, she was used to the darkness of it. After all, having the lights off let her feel like no one could see her whenever she let herself cry.

She was always good at hiding tears, hiding disappointment. Yet every time she locked herself in her room late at night to cry silently, she still hated the thought of someone seeing. Not that anyone would. No one ever looked for her after all.

Coming down to the kitchen, she silently eats the breakfast Alfred puts out for the family beforehand. That was the one person she missed, the one person who cared, and she wished she could tell him that. She didn't want to worry him. She never did. Maybe that was why she hid her emotions at first? Either way, Alfred wasn't in the kitchen at the moment, so she ate in peace. Well, until Damian entered, to be fair, he froze as well. She looked at him, pausing as she remembered she's in the past now, he was smaller. He was a child, even if he didn't act like it. Still, she turns back to her food and continues eating, only releasing a breath that could be mistaken as a sigh when he spoke.

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Damian didn't know why he stood so long, barely a minute, but still, he snapped out of it quickly. Reader had cut her hair, yet that wasn't all she was.. tired? No. Resigned. He hated it. He didn't know why, but he did, his voice acting before his mind did.

"Tt. You look horrendous."

He almost flinched at the way she reacted. Well, more like how she didn't react, she just sighed and continued eating. She didn't glare, she didn't snap back, she didn't do.. anything. He quickly took his own food and left. Whatever was going on, he didn't need to know. He didn't care.. did he?

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She finished her food relatively quickly. Leaving the manor just as easily. She didn't think of how she took a path that made it so no one would see her, not that anyone would look, she was used to this after all.

Getting to school was.. strange. Yet, she couldn't help but relish in the simplicity. She didn't have friends, real ones anyway, but that was fine. Going through her classes was easy. No one ever called on her or anything, so no one knew how she should be acting or not. She knew what to expect, and it was.. nice? Just being able to go on autopilot, knowing exactly what to expect, going unnoticed, being able to retreat into her mind.

Of course, school wasn't perfect, sure gym was easy and she didn't break a sweat but that wasn't the bad part. The bad part was the teens, hormonal and rich enough to think they're better than everyone. Standing in an empty hallway, she almost entertained the idea of acting scared. Before, she would've just numbly taken it before limping away. Hiding any trace of being hurt with ease. Yet, she almost cracked a small smile as the girl stood in front of her with her little group. Tilting her head as she asked in a calm tone, "Do you really have nothing better to do with your life?" Reader almost smiled at the small flinch of suprise her words gained. "What?" Ah yes, anger, predictable as always. "I understand others interact with me for money or power, only to realize I can't give it, but you? You gain nothing from being a bully. So why?" Stuttering, that was new. Oh, how she wished she'd done this sooner. Maybe it was the almost blankly calm expression she couldn't wipe from her face, but they were too shocked to do anything. Walking away with a small goodbye, she left.

She didn't go home to the manor. Instead, she sat under a tree in a park, pulling out a small notebook and beginning to write. She wanted to have hobbies and a life. She wanted to be a person, and she wasn't going to waste time on it. Writing down everything she could remember, the list was depressing. She wasn't surprised, though.

1. Space?

2. Food Baking?

3. Movies/books Fantasy

She took a moment but knew that was all she'd be able to come up with. Sighing, she began to absent-mindedly sketch. She wasn't an artist, but it was a small thing about her no one would ever notice. Right, she had to go to the manor at some point, didn't she? If only to not worry Alfred. Time passed too quickly as she found herself in the kitchen, sitting at the counter as she waited. Alfred appears a moment later, raising an eyebrow at the sight of her in the kitchen instead of working on something. He noticed, of course, how she seemed.. relaxed. Free, for once. He could only hope it stayed.

Looking up from zoning out, she smiles, unaware of how tired it is. Tired, but relaxed. "Hey Alfred," No forced bubbly cheer, just a soft, tired whisper. The butler took a second to realize he'd never heard Readers voice, her real one, before. Smiling gently, he greets them, and the two spend the next few minutes in comftorble silence. "You have done something new with your hair, I see?" Young mistress, he stopped calling her that ages ago, if only because he realized the only acknowledgment she was getting was a formal one. He would never tell anyone how he found her once staring at her mirror practicing greetings, only to forget her name mid way through. It broke his heart, and he'd never called her young mistress again. Still, he'd have to be blind not to miss how her once long hair was down to her shoulders now. She used to take pride in it, used to come to him to help learn how to braid it. Reader simply smiled, a breath much to close to a tired exhale of a sigh leaving her. "Just felt like changing it up, less work to brush now." He nodded, not wanting to ruin whatever made her relaxed for the first time in forever. "..Hey Alfie?" He looked to her, noticing how she stared at the counter as if she was thinking back on something, "Do you.. Do you know what I like?" She should know, but thinking back to her depressing list, she couldn't help but hope the one person who cared had more.

Alfred paused, and he held back the feeling of his heart breaking at the sound of her voice. Reverted back to a quiet, tired, and downright sad murmur. Yet, he couldn't answer. As she grew, she'd begun abandoning things to work instead. He loathed to say it, but he knew why. After all, one too many times, he'd held her as a crying child, listening as she asked what she did wrong, why she wasn't good enough. She didn't do that anymore, but he knew the voice in his head whispering how she simply hid it now was right.

"You liked the stars. Used to read all the stories you could find on them."

Space and fiction, already on her little list. She let out a sigh and nodded.

"Thanks, Alfie."

It wasn't his fault. She didn't have anything else. She wasn't a person. She stopped being one a long time ago. She was nothing but an unwanted soldier. She wanted to fix it, starting with little things.

"I think I'm going to start online schooling."

She told the butler that practically raised her, because truly he was the only one that would notice.

"It's better for my mental health, and I'll get things done easier. I'll probably leave for the public library to do my work."

Alfred paused, staring as she looked to the counter with an almost blankly tired look. Resigned. That was what she was. She was planning to do this anyway, and she was just stating them outloud.

"I'm going to visit a friend tonight, so I won't be here for dinner."

She didn't have friends, Alfred wished he could say he knew that, but the hope she did outweighed it.

"Bye Alfred."

For some reason, he knew this goodbye was more than it seemed.

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It'd been a week.

It started after she left the manor, no one noticing the duffle bag in her hand, Alfred too hopeful to think of it as anything other than a sleepover with a friend. A friend she didn't have.

At first, she went to a safe house, one she bought herself. No one knew she had a job, but it wasn't like she ever said outloud that she knew thought that one day Bruce would stop letting her live at home the manor.

She texted Bruce. Even if she knew no one would care, she'd already found herself making it so no one could find her. She wasn't as smart, as strong, or as good as everyone, but she knew them. If she was good at one thing, it was hiding from them.

''I'm not going to patrol tonight. I'm quitting. You were right. This isn't the life for me. Thank you.''

Not that it was a life in the first place. He wouldn't look at the text for at least a week if she was lucky, but that didn't matter. Instead, she focused on working out her new schedule. She didn't have friends, but she did want hobbies. She wanted a life. She'd already arranged for her schoolwork to be online. Heck, she spent a couple of hours getting ahead. It was easy considering she'd already gone through it.

First of all, make sure no one could bother her, not that they would, but check. Second off, plan. Sure, she'd thought of it before, what'd it be like to live somewhere else, to have a family that actually cared. Yet now it might be possible. She didn't have friends, but she could learn to make some. She wasn't a Wayne. She never was. That was fine though, she'd already made up documents, legally, she had a new gaurdian, legally she was living with an aunt from her mother's side. Not that she knew, or wanted to know, her mother. She wasn't keen on trying to find a family. She didn't think she could ever try. No, she didn't want to risk being disappointed, risk not being good enough, again. Still, it was surprisingly easy to make up the documents to transfer guardianship and all that. Then again, publicly, she wasn't exactly accepted as a Wayne either, so she supposed Bruce's lawyers just thought he finally gave up on her. It was easier for her, she guessed.

Leaning back on her couch, it felt amazing to know that she paid for everything with her own money, not a penny from Bruce needed. Then again, she had so much saved that she probably wouldn't need to work for months. Still, she paused and opened her computer again. She didn't think the Bat's would look for her, but if they needed something, she didn't want to bother giving it to them. She didn't want to be some useless soldier good for nothing but being bait. So, she sent a message to Clark Kent. She didn't want to say it out loud. She didn't want to risk the possibility of another super hearing it.

"Dear Mr. Kent, I apologize for the sudden message. However, I have been brought into my aunts guardianship and wish to inform you of a few things. Yes, I have cut off contact from the Wayne family. However, I am aware it is possible they may try to contact me. If only to make me go back to working with them. I wish to ask that you do not tell them anything of my whereabouts if you are to find out about them, as I wish to be alone and finally start having a life. My best wishes, Reader Pennyworth."

Clark Kent, Superman, she didn't know him too well. Bruce never spoke to her, much less about the Justice League, after all. Yet, he was... nice? The few times she'd met the man, usually brief, he greeted her with a sincere smile and sometimes even concern. More than her family gave. The Kent's were always sweet. She wasn't surprised Jon was able to befriend Damien. So, she hoped they'd understand.

Setting her things aside, she got ready for bed. She'd start planning the rest of her life tomorrow morning. She didn't plan on staying in Gotham after all. Maybe Star City would be nice? Yes, that sounded alright. Getting out of Gotham, finding a place, and learning about herself. She was sure she had more likes than stars and fiction. Maybe she should practice baking more?

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PART TWO

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[justiceleaguelog]

Incorrect Quotes {Batfam}

Bruce, running on 23 hours without sleep: Dracula had it right, sleep all day, live alone in a castle, and explode into bats to get out of all social situations.

Dick: See, B, this is why you need sleep.

Batsib: Tim, doesn't sleep and he turned out fine.

Meanwhile, Tim: I have had one hour of sleep one brownie and one espresso, and I am ready to either fight god or become him!

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Alfred, tending to Jason's wounds: How would you rate your pain?

Jason: Zero stars. Would NOT recommend.

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Duke: You know, I'm starting to regret showing you how that blender works.

Batsib, drinking toast: Why do you say that?

[moonlit-imagines]

Headcanons for being the youngest Gotham Knight

Gotham Knights x reader

warnings:

a/n:

prompt: anonymous: “For a Gotham Knights headcannon game request please: Being the youngest of the Knights, who they are all protective of?”

you weren’t new to the vigilante business

but thay didn’t stop your makeshift family from worrying over you

“hey, if i died, you can die too” -jason

“do you know how crazy that sounds? like can you hear yourself? repeat it” -you

bruce being gone also really affected that feeling of immortality you guys had with the masks on

“y/n should be the lookout” -dick

“that’s the third time this week!” -you

“you just have really good eyesight” -dick

certain villains really loved you

like harley

“kid! how the hell are ya? oh—sorry. didn’t mean to say any bad words around the baby, how the heck are ya?” -harley, in lockup

“ha ha, very funny” -you, sarcastically

“i get that a lot” -harley

the knights tried to give you a curfew lol

“we are literally vigilantes. why would you give me a curfew” -you

“well, you’re…growing? you need rest” -barbara

“we’re just making sure you’re not overworked. now that bruce is gone, we’re making sure you’re on a better schedule” -dick

“HAH! we were all child soldiers and suddenly we’re setting bedtimes? y/n can stay out late, this is stupid” -jason

“as y/n’s legal guardian, i think it would be better if they went to bed a tad earlier” -alfred

“you guys are messing with me” -you

“maybe a little” -alfred

you loved the belfry honestly

sometimes you’d pass out on the couch watching tv and one of the batsibs would “tuck you in” and take pictures

you and jason like to play the racing game together to beat the high score

“ohhh my god. we’re never gonna beat bruces score” -you

“do you think it’s wrong to try to beat a dead man’s high score?” -jason

“you tell me, would you be mad if i beat your high score when you were dead?” -you

“i’d be mad if you beat my high score in general” -jason

the crew telling you you’re “too young to drink coffee”

“if im old enough to fight clayface im old enough to have a cup of coffee” -you

“i mean, that’s a sound argument” -dick

“it’s a wonder you’re all standing after being raised by bruce” -barbara

“in y/n’s defense, i was drinking coffee when i was younger than them” -tim

“ohhh, so that’s why you’re so short” -jason

hourly check ins

“y/v/n, come in, are you alive” -barbara

“yes, i am alive” -you

“great! can you check out this warehouse real quick?” -barbara

“threat level?” -you

“uhhh, zero” -barbara

“booooo, i wanna punch something” -you

“maybe next time” -barbara

taglist: @summersimmerus //

[sramoonlight]

Get back on your feet

What if the batfam had their own spidey?

Content you’ll see here: Batfam, neutral!reader, subtle crossover, weird romcom.

English it’s not my first language so please be patient.

There’s a lot of things you won’t do just because of how hard this job is and the hardest one is that you won’t always save everyone, you try to wash out that feeling but since that accident there’s no night were you don’t think about it

For everyone being a spidey seems easy, swing and save people, easy job right? The thing is, you can’t sleep, not with so many thoughts on your head

That leads us to this moment, you and the other two had a plan in mind but they are now gone and the only thing that is left

Are your thoughts, so many that almost made you want to scream

Even if you try, you can’t do anything to wipe them out, you tried doodling or doing homework

But they always lead you to this, the thought of what you could do

Maybe if you were seeing the news, maybe you could swing back to New York, but New York is far more away from Gotham so that could be hours of swinging, you wouldn’t make it on time

Maybe if you met Conner before, nonsense, you two met when all this happened and in that moment he would have a reason to help you

There’s nothing you could do, but still you think it was your responsibility

That’s your biggest mistake.

You groaned, leaving your room as you walked to the kitchen where you took a glass of water

Maybe it is as because you were tired but you could see how the water is red, red with the blood that is staining your hands

You’re just a teenager, but the thought about you doing something else keeps haunting you, how could you call yourself a hero when the only thing you can do is escape?

You knelt in front of the sink, the hand where the steam on your suit was supposed to be but now you don’t have nothing to cling to

— Breath.. hold on and breath — Damian knelt beside you moving the hair out of your face and rubbing your back

He refilled the glass giving it to you as you took a big sip, it was pointless but it still gives you a comfort you didn’t know it could

— Can you stand up now? — He asks making you nod, he helped you sit down in a near chair

He kept looking at you, he always looked like a deep person so you wouldn’t try to be his friend but now he just looks at you making sure you’re okay

He sits beside you, you kept drinking water feeling how the knot in your throat slowly disappears

— There’s nothing you could do — He speaks taking your attention back to him, you don’t understand how he knew it — If you keep looking at the past you’re going to be stuck there, and even if you were there —

You couldn’t do anything

That was a rude way to say it, but that was the truth, if you were there you would froze

Looking to your mom and many other civilians, having to choose between your heart and your mind

And you know your heart would make you choose your mind even if you didn’t want to, deep breath as Damian takes the glass out of your hands

— You sound like you faced this before — You mumbled making him sigh, a sigh that made you realize he’s been a lot of things

For you, you both are alike, just about the guilt

— It’s your choice to keep being haunted by the past, or haunt the future —

He left the kitchen leaving you there, your hands on your thighs as you take a deep breath

Haunt the future, huh?

When the day starts again, you’re waiting for Conner and Tim on the top of a roof, you’re ready for Tim asking you what happened last time

Because Damian would tell the truth to his father right? And because you’re close to Tim he would be the one who ask you about it

— I’m starting to think you’re sick or something — Tim says standing beside you

…

He is not going to mention it? So that brat kept his mouth shut, wow, well you have to stop calling brat the one who kept your secret

Speaking of brat, Conner arrives with a smoothie on his hand, the other one with a backpack

— What’s that? — You asked pointing at the backpack, Tim moved to took it

He faced you opening it for you, there’s a copy of your suit just… in purple and a light blue, how did they knew your favorite colors?

— We saw your suit glove is ripped, so I asked Conner to have one of Lex’s employees to make you one — you looked at both of them

Your hands moved to grab the backpack taking the suit out, it was much better than the old one you have on but it feels so wrong

Your old suit has a lot of feelings there, you can’t just throw it away like nothing

Your eyes moved to see the glove, it didn’t have one..

— I don’t know what makes you cling into that hole but we won’t ask you to leave it behind — Finally you looked at his eyes

Tim had a smile, the kind one he had when you told him everything about what you saw and what you were feeling

You hugged the suit before hugging him tightly, Tim looked scared but he sighed hugging you too

There’s a lot of things you want to say, but the only thought of him being this kind to respect your wish to keep the seam is enough to give your heart a gentle squeeze.

— Hey! I’m the one who requested it — Conner moved to separate you both, you had to cover your mouth feeling dumb because of how your face was hide

You moved to hug him by the shoulder just because you didn’t want to break the hug with Tim

You can see how Tim is looking at Conner with a serious face, probably threatening him to not do something weird

Still, it feels so good to be cared and loved

— But, how could you explain this? They will know you know my secret identity once they see me with the suit — you looked at him breaking the hug only to see his eyes

Conner chuckled nervously not wanting to see your face.

Then you looked at Tim who looked away, avoiding your gaze as you tried to guess what they were thinking

— What did you do? —

— Maybe we uhm, erased their memory — Tim said looking guilt as hell

You thought that was a soft way to say they made them be shut, but the way they looked so serious about it made you realize

They did, you don’t know how but they did, how could they make someone forget what they did? This probably costed a lot of days and money

That’s not possible, but one of them is a meta human, well that’s what you think, he can’t be an alien, right? Anyways of course they can do this

Hard to believe, but they can

That’s beside the point, you sighed

— They didn’t die, and it didn’t hurt I swear! Tim would kill me — at least that would make it easy for them

You looked at Tim who moved to pack the suit back on the backpack, you should be quick

Moving your mask up you stood in your tippy toes kissing his cheek

— Thank you, I know you’ve been through a lot of troubles to make this possible — Conner stood there, a blank expression as his hand moved to his cheek

His face goes red in an instant

— Do it agai- — you moved to see Tim who notice your attention

You took the backpack putting it on your shoulders, you can’t put it on now but you’ll use it on the next mission, and it won’t be a trouble because you’re used to fighting with a backpack on.

Conner chucked his smoothie quick as possible placing the cup in the roof before looking at you

— I’m still not sure to do this, we could borrow Batman’s plane — Tim said taking his cap on his hands, instantly Conner’s arm hugged him by the waist

— This is funnier! — Conner grabbed you too, but at difference of Tim you looked more comfortable about it

Your arm moved to hold him by the neck, if you want to arrive at New York this is the quickest way.

You arrived at the city, New York felt too empty now that you’re there swinging around and stopping villains, you moved out of Conner’s hand standing in the edge of the roof

Your body moved to stretch, preparing your body for the extreme swinging you’re doing now, it is your time to show them why New York is your city

— Aren’t here too much buildings? — Tim mumbled looking at the city, making you chuckled you moved to him

He looked at you, confused and you hugged him by the waist, he opens his mouth to ask but you jump

— (Reader)! What the fuck are you doing?! — Tim shouted scared of falling, in a loud laugh you shot your web swinging to the next roof

Conner followed you behind, moving quick even more than in Gotham, that’s what makes New York your city

Tim clinched to your neck not scared of falling but scared of making your movements clumsy, not like you care, you still find it amusing

All the swinging lead you close to the old building of Alchemax, you can see how every civilian is placing bouquets and single flowers on the floor, they are there for everyone who died during that accident

You felt you heart squeezing in your chest, you feel so bad for not doing anything about it

— Are you sure you’re ready to do this? — Tim asked, fixing his suit as you let him go

With a sighed you let your head rest on his shoulder, you’re not ready but this is what you must do

— Yes —

— Then, let’s go — you three walked to the building moving forward

Stealthily moving into the building, there’s a lot of guards making sure no one enters, but they can’t face the vigilantes who are used to move without being noticed, you took a deep breath sticking to the roof to crawl on it

There’s no much of it, you had to jump sometimes to be on the other edge, doesn’t matter because you froze

You can recognize the place you saw, the place where your mother died

It is stained with her blood

You put that thoughts aside, moving forward you stood on the floor, this place is the main control center

— Okay, move and grab anything that seems important — Tim said pushing your back to lead you back to earth

With a heavy sigh you moved to examine the room, burned things are all over the place and you can’t but think how stressful it would be for someone, seeing how your job just happened to be gone and you’re about to be gone too

If you were there, you could just cry and hope for the best, anyways

You knelt trying to go through some papers, they were all burned making it hard to even read a single word. You heard Conner humming a song as he moved heavy things out of his way

— what is this? — You heard Tim, he got your attention as he moved a few rocks out of the way

The place were your mother died, you pulled up Conner jacket’s collar trying to not see the blood stain

Tim grabbed a lab coat unwrapping it, there is a notebook, surprisingly it isn’t burn, not like you would expect it, it was like the coat saved it

— I thought clothes still can be burn — Conner said walking towards Tim, he looks at the coat before sighing — This is a special fabric, they knew this shit was going to blow up —

You can guess how mad it makes him, you never thought of seeing Tim mad in a way that isn’t playful or just because he’s pretending to be, feels so wrong but you know it’s because how upsetting is this

They knew, and still they didn’t stop this, they kept going until 24 people were gone.

Tim opens the notebook, you peeked over his shoulder

Oh, right, everyone here was a doctor.. so the thing about bad writing was right, that make it even harder to know what it says

— This is a blog, it doesn’t look like is something a employee would do for his boss — you’re not surprised Tim can read that, you leaned to see more of it

Messy doodles, you can recognize it, still you try to not think about it

It can’t be

— Miss Catherine? — Tim mumbled for himself, his way of thinking was scary but for you was the clue you needed

— That’s my mother’s — You whispered, Tim looked at you holding his chin — it is not just your mother’s, there are at least three different hand writing —

You frowned, was your mother working with someone? No, was your mother a scientist? That can’t be

She didn’t even finished college, she got pregnant and drop it, you thought she was just an assistant with too much freedom

— I need to “decode” this, if I’m right this is an important clue for the case — Tim closes the notebook

You didn’t see where he put it, you could just think about how strange this is

Did your mother lied? She can’t, she always told you she was happy just working near her dream job, she wasn’t the type to lie

Not to you

— (Reader)! Watch it! — Tim shouted

It was too late, Tim pushed you out of the way where a metal tentacle crushed against the wall

You coughed, Tim shook your shoulders making you go back to earth his concerned eyes looked like he was just about to loose everything

— Spidey! Good to see you back on New York, and you brought your little friends — Dr. Octavia chuckled looking how you were struggling to concentrate

Tim helped you get up, your eyes moved to see where Conner landed but he was no where to see

— We need to get out of here — You heard his voice behind you, he moved to lift Tim but before he could reach you

You moved, shooting a web to Octavia’s tentacles pinning her on a wall

— What are you doing? We need to go — Tim shouted at you scolding you like you were a kid, that just pissed you off — This isn’t going like I planned, if you fight you’ll- —

— I know! But I can’t let her go like this — you breathed heavy, like it hurts to just be alive

Octavia broke free sending another tentacle to you, you made it in time to not be hit

Where is your spider sense?

You moved to shoot a web approaching Octavia to kick her jaw, she tried to take your ankle but you moved just in time to not let her had you

Another web to her face and she had to move out to take it off of her face

— Take that notebook and go! — You shouted before she grabbed your leg with her tentacle, you tried to break free shooting a web to the ceiling pulling like your life depends on it

I mean, it does

— I will not leave you here! — Tim tried to reach you but Conner kept holding him tightly — Just go! I’ll be fine! —

Tim screamed as Conner flays away, your attention back to Octavia who looked at you with a little smile

— You and me Spidey, let’s see if your time at Gotham helped you improve —

You break free of her embrace using your webs to approach her punching her stomach, she uses her tentacles to push you away

The backpack almost fell out of your back, mumbling a cursed you had to use your webs not letting it slide down.

Please, let this be quick or you’ll loose not just your backpack

They were back at Gotham, he pulled away from Conner’s arms just to burst in anger punching the bat computer

An angry scream left his mouth, all the emotions were running through his blood but what could he? He can’t loose another member of his family

— Calm down, Tim, they will be fine — Conner tried to calm Tim touching his shoulder, he only receives a slap on his hand

Tim holds his head putting his hair back, heavy breaths as he tries to calm down, he can’t think! The thoughts of you falling to made it back home is killing him

How can you defeat that villain without help? The most important question, how can you make it back home?

— You don’t understand! I can’t loose (Reader)! They can’t be hurt — he can feel how his eyes are about to let out thick tears

His hands now on his face as he tries to think of something, he’s useless now he’s back at Gotham, everything can go wrong! What about if a piece of ceiling falls into you?

Your spidey sense is failing right? You couldn’t sense Dr. Octavia so that means it is broken in a way he don’t understand, he hates it, he hates meta-humans because he can’t control it

If only he could do something

— Tim, you should- — Conner tried to move closer like he needs to tell him something

— I can’t let them die, (Reader) is my sibling and how can’t I wonder? If Dr. Octavia has the change she’ll kill them! —

Something metal falls into the ground

Bruce is standing there, Alfred just let go the plate on his hands as he looks like he was just shot

What a funny thing, Alfred reacted the same way he did when he found out you are Spidey

— Timothy, repeat what you just said — oh you’re going to kill him

A punch on your face made you step back, you had to wait a seconds before swinging to punch the lady in front of you

Instead, she pushed you into a wall where you crashed having to breath quicker as you could, the feeling of your lungs burning was a thing you couldn’t hide

Why are you sucking on this? You’re spidey! The hero everybody loves

And still you can’t managed to do back into your feet, your spidey sense is not working and you can feel how you’re growing tired of fighting

You’re just too tired.

— I must say, I feel too bad to win like this — Octavia approached using her tentacle to pin you into the wall

Are you going to die? You always thought about it, dying doesn’t feel less like a memory at this point

Maybe finally you’ll have the rest you need, maybe finally you’ll see your mom after so long

You closed your eyes ready to feel the final hit, at least you had the chance to give Tim the clues to save Gotham

Weirdly, your eyes catch a glimpse of a shiny thing from the backpack Octavia’s just ripped out of your body

The eyes in your new mask are popping out.

Gotham? But who could save New York? They only have you

With the last strength you had, you shoot a web to a piece of ceiling pulling it so it broke on Octavia’s head, she stepped back holding her head

You fall into the ground taking a big breath, when did all this blood get on your face? You don’t think you’ve been fighting too much but the way your legs fight to keep balance is telling you otherwise

Your hand moved to your face, staining with blood as you see how it stains your glove, the one with a hole on it

— You can’t even stand! How do you plan to handle this? — Octavia laughed at your face

Looking down you had to sigh, your arm moved wiping the blood away

Getting back in a fight position you made your way to shoot a web, swinging back to punch her face

— I always get back! That’s what makes me the one and only Spidey — With a big smile on your face you shoot web wrapping them around her tentacle

She tries to push you away but you don’t let go this time, crawling to the ceiling where you pulled the webs

Crack!

You ripped out her tentacle, she screams in pain making you feel like the biggest monster, emotions aside you shoot to another one repeating the same thing

She’s in too much pain to even fight back, she tries even if it hurts her even more

Two tentacles out, using your webs you throw her one of them pinning her on the ground

She’s not moving anymore, probably you just knocked her out

— Oh god… — finally, your body falls into the ground, grays is the only color you see maybe because you’re just looking at the ceiling

There’s so many thoughts on your head, so many you didn’t want to listen, slowly you crawl to the backpack hugging it like your life depends on it

You don’t fight to look for your phone, you just lie there holding it close to your heart

You’re so tired, you should just rest for a little until Tim or Conner come back for you

— (Reader)! — someone shouted your name, you’re too tired to open your eyes so you just let this man hold you close to his body

An embrace you recognize

— Dad? —

Shoot

Adrenaline hits you again like it didn’t hit you just a moment ago, eyes wide as a plate looking how your father hugs you tightly

You, in spidey suit

— W-What are you doing here? — your hands feel heavy as you tried to move out of his embrace

But he doesn’t move, holding you like you were about to disappear, then another pair of arms are wrapped around your body

Tim is hugging you too, the pressure on his shoulders slowly disappears once he see you alive, not healthy, alive

— We’ll get you out of here, and you’ll be fine I swear —

The words that made your body go limb again, whatever, you made it home so you can rest now

You were too tired to even notice the batsuit your dad was wearing.

[nikkeora]

quick batsib!r and tim comfort bc the boy needs a hug post crisis, based on my rough understanding of conner's death and tim's cloning attempts soon after, becaue this boy has died a lot of times and it's hard to exactly understand how he did if you didn't read the actual comic (which i haven't)

Tim isn’t doing so well.

Hasn’t for a while.

It’s obvious to anyone, really. Anyone who knew him at all. His sleeping’s getting worse, avoiding it for a week straight then crashing for two days and starting the cycle all over again. He spends most of his waking hours down in the cave, having built a new lab on a level even more underground than Bruce's usual center of operations. It's hidden just around the corner, where no one can find him if they don't know where to look.

He's so confused, all the time. He's not eating, not sleeping, he'll look at the sandwich Bruce has put in front of him or whatever Alfred cooked up like he genuinely doesn't know what to do with it. He'll stop in the middle of whatever he's doing and stare at the wall or a screen for over an hour, this blank look on his face that's honestly a little terrifying for you because you always knew what he was thinking. Always. And now you just... can't, anymore.

The others don't know what he's trying to do. Not yet. You only found out because you'd heard a loud crash from the deepest part of the cave, going down to see what's going on only to find Tim haunched over broken glass and smashed machinery.

You’d thought he needed this back then. Tim solves problems, it’s what he does. He fixes things. He solves problems. He solves problems. He does. He swears he can solve this one. He has to. You’d thought he just needed to see this through. He would take the first couple fails and put things down, finally allow himself to mourn.

But then the first dozen attempts came and went.

Twenty.

Thirty, fifty, eighty-

What is it, something just shy of a hundred, now?

He's dead on his feet as he shuffles around, going over the same equation he's already tried to and thought he did solve tens upon dozens of times over, muttering to himself as he circles the 7-foot tall chamber full of murky green liquid from the only Lazarus pit in Gotham.

Another failed attempt might actually kill him.

“Tim.” A part of you blames yourself for letting things get this far. “You need to sleep.”

It takes a minute for your voice to register. “I can sleep when I'm dead.”

“Which is going to be very soon if you don't go to bed.”

“Great, so you'll get what you want either way.”

The things you're saying might as well be gibberish.

You bite the inside of your cheek. He's going to kill you for this. You know he will. But he's been slowly killing himself over the past few months, and you can't just sit around and watch him anymore. You never should have in the first place.

You walk over to the wall and unplug the computer.

A second ticks by.

He tackles you.

He might as well be feral with how he lunged at you. You narrowly avoid hitting your head on one of his machines on the way down, air ripped from your lungs as nothing breaks the fall. Your head hits the stone floor and there's a weird squelching sound from where your teeth had been gnawing on the inside of your cheek. You taste copper before the sting registers.

You don't stop him, though. He needs to get everything out of his system.

But then he's confused again. He sits there, one hand bunched up the front of your top and the other raised in a loose fist, ans he just.. stops. As if he's not even the same person who'd tackled you down here just a second ago. Your hands are on either side of you, not bothering to block any hit that might come your way.

He thinks. Or doesn't think. Everything feels wrong. His clothes are too clean. His hair is too greasy. The computer is shut off and that constant hum that has been poking and prodding at him brain for the last few months is suddenly quiet. He's on top of you. He shouldn't be on top of you. He doesn't want to hurt anyone. Except maybe himself.

There's broken glass on the floor again, remnants of the world's best mom mug Dick had gotten for Bruce scattered all over the floor, pearly white amongst weirdly thick black liquid that can hardly be called coffee anymore. It reminds him of stars.

Stars.

Like the studs on Conner's leather jacket.

Like the one diamond earring he always wears.

Wore. Past tense.

The hand he has in the air trembles. There's water in his eyes and he can't breathe - he thinks he is drowning. It's cold. Too cold. His clothes are too clean. Why are they clean?

He flinches when you grab his wrist, slowly lowering his hand. The other is still tightly clutching the front of your shirt, fist sitting on the uppermost part of your sternum. His knuckles press down, hard, hard enough to bruise. He doesn't want to hurt you. He doesn't. He doesn't know why he's hurting you.

Make him stop.

Make it stop.

Make it stop—

He sobs when you finally manage to pull him down close enough to wrap your arms around him.

You haven't seen him actually cry since the day Conner died. He's lived on a self-sustained numbness until now. Maybe it was his mind protecting him. Because it knew he couldn't handle feeling all the things he secretly is.

“It was my fault,” he chokes out, struggling to breathe. He's drowning again. Don't let him drown. “I- I told him to keep fighting. I should have told him to go home.”

You don't say anything. He's not going to hear you like this. Instead you rub his back, taking deep breathes so that he can feel the slow rise and fall of your chest. His breathing slowly, very slowly, evens out, now matching yours with the occasional hiccup.

“It's not your fault,” you finally tell him. He probably doesn't want to hear it. It's all people have said to him regarding the incident since it happened. “You helped him save the world, that’s all. It’s not your fault.”

He doesn’t say anything against it, but you know he doesn’t believe it. His heart doesn’t. His brain.. probably doesn’t, either. But he lets you hold him, and you try your best to let him process, hopefully start to realize that he wasn’t responsible for anything that happened.

Your arms are tight around him and your legs are falling asleep from the way he’s sitting on them, but that doesn’t matter.

“You saved everyone. Every person who wakes up and has someone to care about? They have you and Conner to thank.” A pause. “…you’re not helping Conner by trying to bring him back, Tim. Not like this. You’re killing what he gave his life to protect. It’s important you live. If only to make sure he didn’t die for nothing.”

“…I didn’t want to save everyone, I wanted to save him.”

[invincibledc]

Toddler!Al-Ghul Twins meeting Toddler!Jon and the super is already clingy and sweet with Twin!Reader (Dami trying to bite and hit him off his sibling)

Get off my Sibling!

Pair: Toddler! Twin!Al-Ghul Twins x Toddler!Jon

Summary: When a certain super gets so clingy, that a twin is annoyed.

It was an average play date with the twins. You and Damian being held by Tim who smiled at Kon who held the shy boy with blue eyes. Kon and Tim put you three down at the sam time. Watching what you both will do.

What first happened as you rushing to Jon with a wide smile, “Hi. I’m Y/N! What’s your name.” You smile at the boy whose eyes seemed to light up at your approach. “I…I’m Jon..” he held his tiny hand out to you. You giggle holding his hand and shaking it.

“Nice to meet youuu!” Damian held a scowl on his chubby face as he stood beside you. Glaring at Jon who seemed to immediately cling to you.

Jon and you started to play around, most of the time when playing, Jon held his hand in yours and even wrap his arm around yours.

Jon was rubbing his cheek against yours still Damian hit Jon in the middle of his face. “Ouch!” Jon yelped and moved from you. But Damian pushed the poor boy from you, hugging you as he glared at Jon like an evil cat. Jon pouts and pushes Damian back.

You yelled for Tim, making Damian get put into timeout as you and Jon continued to play as Damian planned to destroy Tim’s comics when he gets home.

After a few more games with Jon, you both finished playing hide and seek when Damian is out of timeout. Walking to the play pen, watching you with a neutral look.

You got easily tired and laid down on the floor of the pen, Damian’s eyes light up as this was his moment to cling to his twin. Damian sped over with a wide smile on his face before Jon had super speed onto you. Laying his small toddler baby onto you, laying his head into your chest.

Damian felt an arrow struck his heart, his pouting with a deep scowl as his green eyes stared into Jon’s blue eyes. You softly snored not caring in the world. Your breathing soothing Jon who closed his eyes.

Without hesitation, he pulled at Jon’s black hair. Jon jolted with a yelp as he tries to pull from the hold of Damian.

“Off my sissy/bubba! Off! Off!” Damian chanted as he grit his teeth. Pulling Jon’s hair more.

“No! No!!!!” Jon cries as Tim and Kon. rushed in confused but alerted.

“Damian no!” You woke up to Tim trying to pull Damian from Jon’s hair as Damian screamed like the devil he is. Jon was still crying and holding onto his hair as Kon was nervously looking at Tim.

“What do you guys feed that little thing!?”

“I don’t know?! I’m so sorry Kon..” “it’s fine Tim.”

Damian was soon off of Jon and huffed his chubby cheeks. But then, he lays his head onto your lap. You nervously fiddle with your small fingers. “Dami…” you say softly as you looked at Jon who sniffled. He just wanted to be by you… he loves your heartbeat.

Damian huffs, not even wanting to talk as he closes his eyes. Jon waited a few minutes before walking over to you and sitting down quietly. You looked at Jon who smiled sweetly at you with a hint of blush on his cheeks.

Jon hugs you from around your neck as you lean against him. But sadly you both didn’t notice a jealous twin who glares at Jon.

Opening his mouth as he sat up, he gets ready to attack.

“DAMIAN NO!” Tim yelled as he runs over to the small demon.

There were no more play dates til Damian learned how to share you.

[cosmosluckycharms]

Bug like angel

You're here, that's the thing

You woke up the next day.

You were on the fancy velvet family couch you were never allowed on.

The couch was where every movie night, every game night, and every family hangout would happen.

The same ones you'd never be invited to.

You looked up to see Bruce and Miguel sitting in the pristine, white dining room arguing over something.

They lowkey looked like a divorced couple fighting over the ustody of their child.

You let out a giggle at that thought.

You got up and tried to stabilize yourself, still healing from the stab wound from yesterday.

You had a runny nose and a slight sore throat from the rain yesterday.

You hated your spidey luck sometimes.

As you got closer to Miguel and Bruce, you could make out some of their argument.

"She's staying with us, it's for the best," Bruce said, crossing his arms.

"Since when do you decide what's good for her?" Miguel argued, standing up from the seat he was sitting on.

"I am her father. I decide what's best for her," Bruce said, still keeping a straight face.

"you haven't been a father to her at all." Bruce flinched slightly at Miguel's words.

Miguel continued, "You were never her father. You were nothing but a sperm donor." Miguel put his hand on his hips, his bold red eyes piercing into Bruce's blue ones.

"When were you when she needed you? Where were you on her birthday? Where were you at her performances and concerts? You don't know anything about her." Miguel slammed the table in front of him, and Bruce's neutral facade faltered.

"I am still her father. we are blood." Bruce raised his voice.

"The blood of the covenant is thicker than the water of the womb."

Miguel and Bruce were now full-on arguing.

A full-on screaming match.

You decided to intervene, you just wanted to go home.

"What's going on?" They both couldn't hear you, and you saw Miguel about to flip the expensive dining room table.

You weren't against him breaking anything Bruce owned, but that table cost way more than Miguel could afford.

You ran up to him "Hold on a minute, please won't you listen?"

They both stopped to look at you.

Bruce spoke up "Are you doing better now, sweetie?" You cringed at the nickname he gave you.

"I'm fine. What's going on?"

There was a tense silence for a moment.

"C'mon, spit it out. I wanna go home." You put your hands on your hips, copying Miguel's stance

"You're going to stay with us," Bruce said, his piercing blue eyes glaring at Miguel.

"What?! You can't do that! Dad, tell him he can't do that!" you pulled on Miguel's sleeve like a tall child

Miguel looked and you and looked away guiltily.

"Dad? What's going on? Tell him he can't force me to stay!" You were tearing up.

You didn't want to stay.

You didn't want to be back where everything went wrong.

You didn't want to see everyone play happy family while you sat in a corner sobbing.

"I'm sorry, but you're 16 and can't legally stay with me. I'm so sorry, arañanita." you tried to suppress your tears, only for them to all spill out when he hugged you.

You felt like a child.

"This isn't fair." your lip slightly trembled.

Bruce put a hand on your shoulder which made you flinch and push his hand away.

"Don't touch me." you shrunk into Miguel's arm more.

You hated being here. You just wanted to go home.

"Can't we agree on something else? Like maybe one week each person, or something?" you tried to reason

Bruce raised an eyebrow "What do you mean?"

"I mean like, one week with with Miggy and another with you. Wouldn't that be easier?"

Miguel was about to agree with you when Bruce interrupted "No."

"Why not? Everyone would be happy!" You tried to reason

"Because I'm your father and that's final."

You rolled your eyes at that.

"What?! That's so not fair!"

"life isn't fair." Bruce started practically pushing Miguel out the door.

You started clinging onto Miguel by his leg, you didn't want him to leave.

It took your father and your brothers to separate you and Miguel.As soon as Miguel left, you

ignored your family's offerings to hang out with them.

You were in your room, still sulking about what happened.

You were texting your friends everything.

You heard a knock at the door and tried to ignore it.

You weren't in the mood to talk to any of them.

After a couple of minutes of knocking, Bruce got impatient and let himself in."Why didn't you open the door?"

"I didn't feel like getting up." You kept texting your friends, not even looking at him.

He took a seat on the edge of your bed. "Look, since you're already here, why not go out? We could go to that one, uh, museum you wanted to go to a while ago." You glared at him.

"I asked to go there years ago. My friends already took me there."

"Oh, is there any other place you'd like to go? or anything you'd like to do?"

"I want you to go away. I'm sick and you just pulled me away from my friends." You kept scrolling on your phone

Bruce sighed and left your room.

Next to annoy you was Dick.

You were in the kitchen trying to get a snack when you heard his agitating, grating voice.

"Hey, baby bird!" He was going to ruffle your hair, but you swiftly avoided it due to your spidey senses.

"Don't call me that." You continued to look for your favorite snack.

"Why not?" he playfully pouted

You started giving up hope on finding the snack, it wasn't anywhere! "Because I said so."

He saw you were struggling to find something. "What are you looking for?"

"Nunya." you crossed your arms and started looking in the fridge.

"look, if you're hungry, we can go to that one restaurant you wanted to go to! How does that sound?" he smiled.

"I asked for that years ago. I already went there with Miguel anyway." You walked away into your room not caring how dick was slightly frowning.

You were in your room fixing your belongings.

If you're going to be forced to live here up till you're 18, you might as well make everything look nice.

While you were organizing your closet, your spidey senses went off.

You turned around to see it was warning you about the door, and suddenly Jason barged in.

"Get ready, I'm gonna teach you how to ride a motorcycle."

"No thanks, Jess already taught me." You continued to fold the clothes

"Who's Jess?" Jason raised an eyebrow

"A friend. Look, can you just leave me alone? I want some alone time."

"I'm your older brother, you can't kick me out of your room." He crossed his arms.

"Except I can. Get out." You started pushing him out of your room, your strength surprising him.

Tim was in his room when he remembered about that one time you asked him if he could fix your computer.

You accidentally gave it a virus downloading Sims mods, and it was tweaking.

Tim was the most tech-savvy person you knew, so you asked him.

Unfortunately for you, he was working on a tiring case.

He was in a bad mood and half-asleep, so it wasn't a surprise when he yelled at you to go away.

Sure, it had been 2 years since then, but he still felt bad.

He made his way to your room, noticing how separated it was from the others.

When he got to your room and opened your door (you seriously need to get a lock) he saw you were face timing one of your friends and laughing.

He cleared his throat and your smile fell.

"I'll call you back later, bye Pavi!" you hung up and looked at Tim "What do you want?"

He smirked "Wow, so hostile. Do you still need me to fix your computer? I have time now.

"You rolled your eyes. "it's fine now, peni fixed it for me."

"Are you sure? I could probably add an upgrade or two, or maybe get you a new one?" He put his hand on his neck

"Yes I'm sure, you can leave now." You shooed him away with your hands and started calling Pavitr again.

Tim scoffed and walked away.

Last but not least, Damian.

He was always a headache.

Ever since you were younger, it's like he was out to get you.

He wouldn't ignore you or push you away like the others, instead, he would threaten and berate you.

No matter how much you tried, he'd always go out of his way to push you around.

You learned to stay out of his way.

You assumed he would still hate you, so you continued to avoid him.

It was surprising when he walked up to your room and demanded you to watch him train.

Not wanting to get stabbed by him, you begrudgingly agreed.

You were being escorted into the training room and saw a chance to practice your moves.

While he wasn't looking, you snuck away to practice your tricks.

It was the perfect place to do it as well, huge gymnastics area, rock climbing walls, and hurdles.

You were having the time of your life!

After around 10 minutes you noticed Damian looking for you, with Dick helping him.

You sighed and continued practicing.

Your way of swinging and moving was Heavily inspired by Gwen and Pavitr's, all the spider kids trained together so it wasn't much of a surprise.

After training for a couple more minutes, you noticed Dick and Damian had found you.

Dick was surprised you knew how to be that flexible and have a lot of movement and personality in your tricks.

As soon as you sat down to take a water break, Dick and Damian ran up to you.

"Where did you learn how to move like that? did you do gymnastics?" Dick sat down next to you, only for you to scoot away.

"No. I learned from Pavi." You took another sip of your water

"Was he the one who came to the manor last year? The punk?" He took a sip of his water

"No, that's Hobie." you got up and walked away, ignoring Dicks other questions.

Dick just sighed in defeat and watched as Damian ran after you.

Damian would not leave you alone.

The whole way to your room, he was complaining and berating you.You tried slamming your door in his face, but he fought back.

Suddenly you were trying to push him out of your room like the others and he pushed a bag of yours onto the floor.

After a couple of minutes of you both tumbling around, he finally left.

You let out a sigh of relief and went to pick up the bag.

Once you picked it up you noticed it felt a slight bit heavier, less empty.

You grabbed what was making it so heavy and noticed it was a watch.

The watch you needed to move universes.

Miguel must've snuck it in there while dropping you off.

You put it on, and right as you were about to go back to Miguel's universe, your spidey senses went off yet again.

You quickly turned off the watch and pretended you were playing on your phone again.

This time it was Alfred.

You assumed he was going to scold you for fighting Damian yet again.

You prepared yourself only to be met with something you didn't expect.

"The others are expecting your presence in the theater room."

Movie nights.

The same movie nights you longed to be a part of years ago.

This time, you didn't want to be part of it.

"No thanks, I'm busy." You continued to scroll on your phone.

"You must've misheard me. They're requiring your presence." Alfred walked away before you could argue.

You sighed and put on some slippers.

This was gonna be a long two years.

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[hearts4mica]

Tell me what to do. To make it all feel better.

What if. The Batboys find out you’ve been messing up your recipes on purpose?

Part 1 here

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It was another day of baking. This time you wanted to bake something for Alfred since he was the one who taught you how to bake in the first place.

You decided to bake a vanilla cake! Alfred’s favorite of course.

So you obviously went shopping and had to sneak out since Bruce didn’t want you going out by yourself since ‘Gotham is too dangerous’ maybe it is but you’re just going to the supermarket

You bought your ingredients and decided to start baking without your brothers finding out of course you can’t let them know that you can actually bake.

After a while you finished the cake. Its pretty surprising that no one came into the kitchen! Well its pretty early on the weekend so they’re probably still sleeping.

Alfred came into the kitchen and you gave him the cake. He thanked you and grabed a piece.

But

Just at that time Damian walked into the kitchen. Just perfect.

You both just stared at eachother. While you still had your dirty apron on.

“Good morning [name] i see you baked a cake for Alfred… it smells good?” Damian said

“What does that mean Damian! Does that mean you dont like my cooking?!” You said in a dramatic way trying to get him to leave the kitchen but it obviously backfired. “I didn’t bake thi-”

And at that moment Alfred decided to betray you!

“Young Miss [name] baked me a cake Master Damian would you like to try it“ Alfred said with a smug smile he wanted for you to stop poisoning your sibling with burnt cookies.

“[name] baked it? Didn’t you said you didn’t bake it dearest sister?” Damian walks up to the cake grabs a fork and takes a small bite.

“shit…”

“Are you sure [name] baked it?” (That little shit of course you did but he can’t know that!)

“N-” “Yes” Alfred cuts you off once again.

“Oh everyone would love to hear this” he says as he leaves the room.

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At dinner everyone is sitting silently esting until Damian decides to break the silence.

“Did you know that our dearest sister here [name] actually knows how to bake? In fact she baked a cake for Alfred today and it tasted great” damian said with an evilish grin.

“SHE WHAT?!”

That little snitch.

“Baby bird why would you do that?!” Dick says

Its not going to be a short dinner.

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At the end of the day Bruce lectured you about it and grounded you now you have to bake something for your “brothers” atleast twice a week! And it can’t be burnt anymore what’s the fun in that?

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How would they react?

Dick would be pretty upset about this i mean who wouldnt his ‘baby’ sister made her cookies bad on purpose! Were you mad at them for something? You and him are going to have a long boring fun talk

Jason would be pretty surprised that you actually were smart enough to think about this since he still sees you the way you were before his dead

Tim i feel like he already knew that since he spends so much time spying you- he actually didn’t mind the taste it kept his brain busy?

Damian was really upset his older sister gave him burnt cookies! I mean i get it with Drake, but with him your favorite brother?!

[mimiii-3]

Batsib finally getting attention because daimg goes off on everyone ??

Imagine this.. batsib and darling are rlly close and batfam hates it. Darling eventually getting annoyed of the neglect that batsib is getting so they go off on the family, and the family realizes and now give the yandere treatment to batsib instead 😭‼️

Great idea!

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Saboteur: Obsession

Yandere Platonic Batfam x GN Neglected Reader

Notes: typical yandere themes

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What if Batsib became the family’s new obsession…

🦇- it has only been about a month since darling’s outburst but it feels like a whole year

🦇- you lay in bed, numbly staring at the glow-in-the-dark stars scattered across the ceiling

🦇- the freshly planted camera in your room adjusts its lens to focus on your motionless form

🦇- you should have never said anything. You should have been grateful

🦇- sure your family could care less about you…but at least you were free

🦇- you let your thoughts drift to the day that this all started

🦇- the day that darling accidentally ruined your life

1 month ago

🦇- you lay on the fuzzy rug, attempting to pinch the worn material of the old jean jacket

🦇- you bite your lip in concentration as you thread the needle

🦇- darling chuckles at your focused state while attempting to sew a small tear in your jacket

🦇- “Didn’t Alfred teach you how to sew,” they ask before snatching the needle and jacket out of your hands.

🦇- you purse your lips in irritation and embarrassment. “Of course he didn’t teach me,” you think.

🦇- Darling expertly sews the torn jacket and throws it back to you.

🦇- you catch the jacket and eye their handiwork. It’s good. Alfred must have taught them well.

🦇- you look up to find darling staring at you expectantly. They’re waiting for an answer

🦇- “No, he never taught me. He doesn’t like me much.”

🦇- they pause and think for a minute. “That doesn’t sound like Alfred. Are you sure he doesn’t like you? Maybe you should try and ask again,” Darling rambles.

🦇- your rub at your forehead in irritation. They just don’t understand

🦇- “Alfred doesn’t like me. None of them do.”

🦇- Darling quiets down at your statement. They crawl over to your side on the bright pink rug, “well even if Alfred doesn’t like you, I’m sure dad does.”

🦇- you shake your head. “Dick?” You shake your head again. “Tim?” You sake your head for the third time in row. “Damian?” At the mention of Damian you let out a deep laugh

🦇- “Those three have told me how much they hate me more times than I can count. I appreciate that you care but they will never love me the same way they love you,” you sigh melodramatically.

🦇- at the thought of just how much your family hates you, your laughter kicks back up again

🦇- it’s funny really. They love their kidnapping victim more than their actual family. Why wouldn’t they?

🦇- while getting over your bout of laughter, you miss the stormy look in darling’s eyes

…

🦇- you were working on your book nook when out of nowhere you hear screaming and the sound of glass shattering

🦇- you quickly drop what you’re doing and race down the mahogany stairway

🦇- in the hallway, darling stands in front of a mess of shattered vases and picture frames that were impossibly expensive

🦇- your father and brothers surround them. Nervously assessing the damage and what could have possibly set them off

🦇- Damian looks up and spots you on the stairs, “what have you down now you hellion?!”

🦇- “no,” Darling interrupts, “I won’t let you talk to them like that!”

🦇- Damian’s eyes widen at darling’s tone. He drops his tough guy act and looks down in shame

🦇- “you all have to start being nicer to them! They’re my big sibling and if you can’t respect them, then I don’t have to respect you,” Darling huffs

🦇- Bruce puts his hands up in a show of peace and tentatively approaches darling. He takes their hands in his and offers a small smile, “sure thing, kiddo. Anything you want.”

🦇- darling looks back at you with a wide grin. They shoot you a quick thumbs up before taking your father’s hand again and dragging him to the cinema room

🦇- you can feel the air shift and your stomach drops instantly. Dick, Tim, and Damian all stare at you with unreadable expressions.

🦇- Dick clears his throat, “well come on then. We’re watching a movie.”

🦇- Dick holds his hand out to you. It’s different than the way your father reached his hand out to darling. It feels like an obligation. What would happen if you didn’t take his hand? What would happen if you ran back up the stairs?

🦇- Dick seemingly reads your mind and closes the distance to grab your hand. He pulls you down the remaining steps so quickly you almost fall.

🦇- His grip on your hand is tight as he marches down the unending hallway. Tim and Damian walk on either side of you and Dick. You can feel their stares burning the back of your head.

🦇- Your heart feels like it’s about to beat right out your chest. This doesn’t feel right. Darling says one thing and they all just obey. That’s it?

🦇- Your thoughts are interrupted by the feeling of a new pair of eyes watching you. You tilt your head back a bit and look up. Dick is staring at you. His piercing blue eyes look like they’re gazing into your soul.

🦇- You try to read him but fail. You look back at your feet as you all round the corner into the cinema room. You can hear the opening score. It’s The Shining.

🦇- “How fitting,” you think bitterly.

Present Day

🦇- hot tears cascade down your face and dampen the pillow beneath you

🦇- you’re so stupid

🦇- you should have never said anything to darling. They meant well, they truly did. But this is not what you wanted

🦇- your quiet tears transform into hiccuping sobs

🦇- the loudness of your cries shocks some sense into you. you quickly slap your hand over your mouth

🦇- with bated breath, you watch the door

🦇- please don’t come in, please don’t come in, please don’t come in

🦇- the handle turns slowly

🦇- Dick and Tim enter the room. Tim scans your teary face, “why are you crying? Is something wrong?”

🦇- Dick rubs sleepily at his eyes and sits down at the end of your bed. There’s that look again. A mix of adoration and a predator-like gaze. What does it even mean?

🦇- Tim waves his hand in front of your face. “I asked you a question,” he hisses.

🦇- you sit up in bed, “sorry, I was just thinking about that new show I started. The one with the president and the underground dome. It made me a little emotional just thinking about it.”

🦇- you chuckle nervously before wiping at the almost dry tears on your face

🦇- Tim takes a step back and you try not to let the relief show. “That’s fine,” he sighs, “try and get some sleep.”

🦇- Tim turns around and head back to the door. You peer over at Dick and find him still staring at you.

🦇- “is that the show with the apocalypse and the fake sun?” His sudden question shocks you. Did he know about the show himself? Or had he been spying on you while you watched it a few days ago?

🦇- “yup! That’s the one. Y’know I think you’d like it. Maybe you should check it out sometime,” you say with a faux cheeriness.

🦇- “Hm. Maybe I’ll join you for the next episode.”

🦇- you smile at Dick and try to mask your disappointment at his answer. He rises from his spot on your bed and approaches you

🦇- Dick raises his hand and pets your head. “Tim’s right. Get some sleep.”

🦇- you nod and shoot him a small smile. He doesn’t return it and instead turns and walks to the door

🦇- Tim is still standing in the doorway with his arms folded. You wave bye at him and he leaves without another glance.

🦇- “Night,” Dick mutters and shuts the door behind him.

🦇- you lay back down and let out a breath you had been holding

🦇- the sound of the camera lens adjusting returns a minute or two later

🦇- it means that Tim has made it back to his room and is watching you again

🦇- no more crying

🦇- you’d rather suffer in silence than have that awkward interaction happen again

🦇- you turn in bed and pull the thick covers over your head. You grab your red panda plushie and pull it closer to you

🦇- you can’t take much more of this. Their overbearing nature is starting to wear at you psyche

🦇- they’re insane. You should’ve called Commissioner Gordon the second they kidnapped darling

🦇- maybe this is what you deserve. A life of imprisonment in exchange for your complicitness in the kidnapping of darling

🦇- yes, you were complicit but you didn’t know any better. You thought going along with their plan would make them love you

🦇- turns out you were right. It just didn’t go at all like you thought it would

🦇- sure, you’ve made some mistakes in your quest for love and family. But you don’t deserve this

🦇- you don’t plan on being kept here like a pet for the rest of your life

🦇- there’s only one solution: escape

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Extra notes: this one was kinda long

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[l0s3rd0wnt0wn]

"FIGHT FOR YOU"

Deathstroke Reader used to be a Robin within the Bat family until they did something that kind of revoked them from the mantle of Robin. But that's enough of that; I'll get into it in the series that I'm making. Deathstroke reader is mainly known for their brutality when it comes to the mercenary business--so calm, so collected, yet every fight ends up a bloody one. Deathstroke reader isn't new to neglect; they were neglected by their mother during childhood, making them isolated and fearful of physical affection in all forms. They were neglected in the Batfam when Bruce gained custody of them, but after that incident, that's where the neglect began. They don’t see Bruce as a father figure anymore, causing them to fall into the arms of the deadly mercenary himself, Deathstroke. He's basically your old man, teaching you everything he knows. The two of you bond in a way that isn’t father and child but more like soldier and captain on the field. At home, it’s a different story. He'll break down his walls, and so will you; you guys connect on a spiritual level. The connection is so deep that fists can be used instead of words. He does get rough when it comes to training, but you know he doesn't mean it. When you're down, he's always there to pick you back up again, bandage your wounds, and tell you where you messed up. He teaches you, and you teach him. You can never see this relationship working with Bruce; your own father sees you like a monster and won't even look at you. But Slade knows who you truly are--just a kid at heart wanting to do the right thing, wanting to have someone to be proud of them. So when you take a hit shooting a mafia boss's head, clean off from a top of a balcony, in a sick and twisted way, makes him proud of you, and it fulfills you. That crimson blood on your hands isn’t a sin; it's a part of you. You do end up in Arkham, and Batfam likes to visit you now and then. You try to get yourself solitary confinement every time they come around, but it's useless; the nurses will put you in that damn straightjacket and roll you into the meeting room. Now they have thick glass separating you from your newest visitor, not because they are going to hurt you, but because you might hurt them. Your hands are bound together, but your head can do just as much damage as a punch. You're mostly calm around Alfred; you have a small vendetta against the old butler, not as much as you have against the rest of them. Once you break out of this damn hellhole, it’s back to work. But Big Brother Dick comes first to pick you up; he’s first to take his "baby bird" back home. Oh, you want him dead