#batsib reader

[brokenpinballmachine]

✶ moon rising at 12 o'clock

yan batfam x gn neglected reader

masterlist ch1 (coming....)

a/n: hiii so like,, obviously I havent been on tumblr for like YEARS so excuse if anything looks bad. 2nd thing to get off: I am in now way like PRO EXPERT level, or whatever and this is mostly just for fun so expect like,,, shitty writing/characterization maybe, wonky time schedules etc. This is like my first post in like, what, 5 years?? maybe more?? Im quite new to the fandom so sorry for like any inconsistencies LMAO

TW: mentions of death, GN reader, slightly a crack fic (pov: my excuse to everything i write), neglect (OBV), english is NOT my first language... sorry yall... im not as american as you think..... sentence structure might be a little funky

word count: 3,662 words

summary: basically every batfam x neglected reader plot ever /w like multiverses or whatever,, inspired by a lot of authors + into the spiderverse

chapter 0: finding yourself

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How many years has it been since you've last seen your mother?

You remember showing up at the door of the Gothic-styled manor, so excited, out of your mind, livid that you were the child of Bruce Wayne. What would you do? What would you say? Would you finally have the regular life that you've always dreamed of? To say you were ecstatic would be an understatement.

The butler next to you, who you soon found out was named Alfred Pennyworth, could only chuckle at your antics, holding your suitcases filled with clothes from your old house.

You were the child of Bruce Wayne and a prostitute who you knew as your mom. She wasn't home often, but that never wiped the smile off your face.

That stupid smile on your face.

Whenever something went wrong, you somehow managed to keep positive, to keep being optimistic. It was one of the traits that your friends always remembered, despite your upbringing.

When your mom did return home, though, she would place a few items of food on the table and leave once again. You never knew where she would run off to.

A vivid memory of your childhood is your mom coming home with another man, both of them turning in your direction when you decided to make yourself known.

It was strange. Why were they holding each other like that? Questions popped up in your mind, but they were shooed away with the flick of your mother's hand, telling you to go to bed. So you did.

You convinced yourself that night that maybe your mother was trying to make a change; perhaps she was finding you a dad? Yeah! That's it! She was just finding you a new dad so the three of you could finally live a normal, happy life. The stories of your classmates also filled your mind, and how their fathers would take them to the zoo, play baseball with them, and even allow them to put makeup on him. You wanted that. You just wanted a father.

When you woke up, you couldn't find either of them anywhere. Maybe they were planning a party for you?

Then a week passed by. Then another. And before you knew it, you had run low on the food supply your mother would always bring you, not knowing it was going to be your last.

You expected your mother to show up in the nick of time to save you from starvation, but it never happened. She never showed up.

Maybe… they were playing hide and seek?

You stopped showing up to school a week before your food supply finally ran out. You had portioned every last bit of food for each day, not allowing yourself to eat even an extra breadcrumb. Even if you never felt full, it was enough to keep you alive, even if you felt numb and more tired than usual.

Occasionally you would fall asleep on the couch, and you wouldn't even realize how long you had slept until you checked the time again.

That was until the day after your supply of food ran out; someone knocked on the door.

Opening it, you peeked your eyes out until they fell upon a tall police officer who seemed shocked at the sight of a small, malnourished child looking up at him, with heavy eye bags despite the constant rest you were getting. He asked you where your parents were. You shrugged.

Before you knew it, you found yourself in the police station as they questioned you endlessly about your parents and their whereabouts.

Your teacher had gotten worried about you not showing up to school or about your parents not answering any of their calls, so as a last resort, she called the police to make sure you weren't dead or anything.

Well, you might not have been dead, but you looked like you were about to pass out at any second.

Of course, when they found you in a dirty, broken-down home that almost looked abandoned, they started searching for your biological father immediately to see if he could house you. At the same time, they were also searching for your mother, but she seemed to either be missing or dead.

And you could still remember your own shocked face when they told you that the Bruce Wayne, multimillionaire, was your damn father. Even if your mom was missing, perhaps you could still have that life you always dreamed of with your dad?

As both Alfred and you went inside the manor, you followed him around like a little duckling as he gave you a tour of every room, and your wide-eyed face was plastered with a big smile as you ran around each room and explored every detail with your eyes.

It was bigger, better, and fancier than you could have ever imagined.

"Master Y/n, would you like to visit your father?" A voice snaps you out of your haze. You see Alfred standing near a door.

With a nod, your little legs run up to him, and the sound of pitter-patter comes from your shoes hitting the recently swept floors, echoing throughout the mansion.

"Master Wayne, your child has arrived."

Bruce didn't bother looking at you. His eyes remained on the many stacks of papers that cluttered his desk. A small cough from Alfred's mouth as he speaks up once more, repeating his sentence. This time, with a tired sigh, Bruce Wayne opens his mouth, each word coming out snappy and tired.

"Not now, Alfred; I'm busy."

And that was it. Those were the only words you heard him speak, and it wouldn't be until a few months later that you would hear him speak again—not towards you, of course, but that never swept off the smile on your face.

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Richard "Dick" Grayson, Jason Todd, Tim Drake.

The names of your three other siblings.

When you had first met Dick, you stared at him in awe. Your cheerful attitude clashed well with his own, and he would ruffle your hair whenever he talked to you. Well, at least for the first week you were in the manor.

Afterward, he would always give you an excuse, as if the free trial of him being a brother to you had ended. As if he was being held at gunpoint to be the "nice" brother.

"Sorry, Y/n! I'm going out tonight, but I think Tim isn't busy!"

"Sorry, Y/n, I'm feeling a little too tired today!"

Sorry for this, sorry for that. Excuses seemed to be the only thing that ever came out of his mouth nowadays. Whenever he saw you, he would rush out of the house as soon as you came in—like he didn't want to hurt your feelings with the expected answer he would always give you.

The warm light of the manor seemed to make you chillier every time he rejected you, but it was fine. You still had two other brothers, right?

Who were you kidding?

Jason seemed to always ignore you, no matter the situation. The times he did acknowledge you were to give you short answers—a simple "yes" or "no." It wasn't like you saw him a lot, anyway.

For Tim, it seemed to be the same thing, but he did actually live in the house. He pushed you away every second he got, not bothering to even make up an excuse.

It's fine. You had Alfred, you had his cooking, and you had the manor. You had a roof over your head, so you still smiled even if it was foolish of you to do so.

You were extremely grateful for Alfred, of course, being the only one who bothered to check in on you. In your spare time, he would even let you help him cook! Maybe it was something as simple as icing a few cookies or rolling some cookie dough, but you still appreciated his effort to make you feel acknowledged.

Then came Damian.

Oh dear, not Damian.

You were immediately intimidated by him from the moment he entered the house. Maybe it was the threat that came out of his mouth when he first laid his eyes on you, or the small cut he left on your collarbone—spoiler alert: it was both—you decided not to even try to socialize with him. It wasn't worth the risk.

So why was he more beloved in the house than you?

Was it because you decided not to become a vigilante?

Why did Bruce, Dick, Jason, and Tim all seem more fond of him than they ever had been of you, even though you had "known them" for longer? You were jealous, to say the least, but you didn't make your voice heard. It would just cause a mess, and you knew they were often busy, so you brushed it off as you usually would.

You held a small hope that they would eventually notice you, and that was enough for you to keep a childish smile on your face. The innocent smile remained, despite being aware of everything that was happening around you. Your twelfth birthday was just around the corner, and you planned to celebrate it as you usually did: alone with Alfred.

Of course, that didn't mean you wouldn't hand out little invitations. You slipped them underneath each of your brothers' doors, pouring your blood, sweat, and tears into every detail of the handwritten notes before moving on to the next sibling. They never came to your birthdays, but that wouldn’t stop you from trying.

"Master Y/n, where would you like me to hang the balloons?" Alfred's voice rang in your ears. When you looked in the direction of his voice, you noticed your favorite colored balloon in both of his hands, making the smile on your face grow wider. This might be the best birthday you had decorated, like, ever!

"You can hang them up in the corners of the room!" you giggled. "Or maybe we could scatter them on the ground!"

"I'm afraid that might be a safety hazard, Master Y/n," he replied.

You could only shrug. "Hey, it's not as bad as you think!" You gave him a lopsided grin. "I'm sure no one would slip on them!"

Right, quite literally 'no one,' because you knew none of your family members were actually going to show up. Both of you continued to set up as Alfred checked on the birthday cake, the scent of which wafted toward you.

Aw, he shouldn’t have! You could recognize the aroma of your favorite flavor anywhere, and the sight of it made the corners of your mouth drool too. You inconspicuously wiped it from the edges of your mouth, blushing a bit and hoping Alfred hadn’t noticed.

He lit the candle on the cake, and you both sang together.

Despite Bruce never being there for you, you could always count on Alfred. The cool wind blew against the faces of the rest of the family; each one wore a frown as they made their way toward Wayne Manor.

The moonlight illuminated the pathway ahead and shone against their suits, almost mockingly, as if highlighting the mistakes they had made that night.

You know when people say, “Well, it can’t get any worse, right?”

Unfortunately for them, everything went terribly wrong.

They even forgot it was your birthday, Alfred noticing the glitter you used from one of your cards shining in the trash can when he went to throw something away. He didn't have the confidence to tell you; he didn't want to ruin your special night.

So when they suddenly appeared in the dining room, yelling and arguing about whose fault it was, they stopped at the sight of the decorations scattered throughout the room.

Who would be celebrating at such a time? Was this a prank? Bruce had the birthdays of all his kids (minus you) memorized, so what were these balloons and party streamers for?

Then they saw you. They saw the cake next to you; they saw the smoke coming out of the candles, they saw the multiple plates placed on the table and how only two plates actually had silverware next to them, and they saw the childish smile on your face.

You couldn't believe it; your wishes came true! They actually came.

They couldn't believe it. Awkwardness filled the room, and they each fell silent. They hadn't meant to intrude.

Of course, it wasn't your fault that the night went wrong, but Damian couldn't handle it. Your birthday—why did it have to be today of all nights? It was as if you were mocking him for the failure that occurred in battle.

He scoffs, storming out of the kitchen and stomping on one of the balloons while exiting, effectively popping it on his way out.

The sound made you flinch, and it finally brought you out of your daze. You look at Alfred, and he looks back at you, giving you a reassuring nod. You had one chance, and you weren't going to mess this up.

"Oh—sorry! I can get a few more forks if you want some cake; Alfred worked really hard on—"

You were interrupted by Bruce, who raised a hand when you were about to scramble into the kitchen to get more forks.

"No need," he says, "I'll go check on Damian."

He leaves the room, and Jason quietly follows him, leaving you alone with Tim, Dick, and Alfred.

Dick gives you a guilty smile. "Sorry, Y/n, I need to go recharge my battery!" And with that, he leaves.

Tim said something similar to Dick, and soon enough, you were alone again with Alfred. You didn't understand why they seemed to avoid you like the plague, why they ignored you at every opportunity.

The cake tasted more bitter than usual when you took a bite, and for once, the smile faded from your face.

And somewhere out in the multiverse, tonight was the night that made you "snap."

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Turning 18 was more uneventful than you would think it would be. You finally graduated high school, had a job at a local mart, and your family was still ignoring you. Yet your smile was still there; it was strained at times, but it still lay on your face unmoving, unchanging.

Alfred didn't know how you do it. If he were in your position, that smile would have been gone by the time he was age 10.

You hadn't thought much of moving out, but it was wavering in your head. You would mention it to the butler sometimes when the two of you conversed, much to his dismay.

You were also planning on going to college next year, maybe after you saved up a bit. You hadn't applied for a scholarship yet.

You should probably do that soon.

Your room was still your room despite everything. The colors of the walls seemed to be fading out, and the posters attached to them seemed to be in need of new tape.

What the hell do you do now that you have all the time in the world in your hands?

Well, you decided it would be eating.

You were hungry. That was literally the only reason you went downstairs, but instead, you instinctively started eavesdropping on the conversation between your family.

"—one of them had powers!" You heard a voice that sounded familiar to Dicks.

"What would they—doing here?" You weren't sure, but the tone of this one sounded familiar to Jason.

"Im not sure—careful, they—look out,"

A new voice seemed to join in. "Not—database, I think—the three of them—our side?"

"It doesn't matter—destroy them—" You were sure that voice was Damians.

"Dont trust—need to be careful." This voice sounded older than all of them; it had to be Bruce's. "Who were they? —only appeared today."

Damn, look at you! You were such a great detective. You were able to figure out each person based on the voices. At least you got your detectiveness (you're not sure if this is a word, but you don't care either way) from your dad.

Oh well, they could worry about that themselves. You needed to worry about what to do next.

You make your way through the manor, but an unease seems to be creeping up and into you. Maybe you were just hungry again? Something just felt...off.

You scratched it off as just being worried about deciding what you would be in the future, but the unease never seemed to leave.

When you approached your room, you realized what was wrong. 3 new figures were located in your room. One was sitting on the window, one was standing next to the window, and one seemed to be crouching near the floor.

Each one of them looked familiar, like you.

And you screamed—or were about to until a hand rudely interrupted you and slammed against your mouth.

"Don't fucking try it." The person standing next to the window was gone and instead appeared behind you with their hand over your mouth.

"Vg/n! Don't be rude!" The one sitting on the window cries out expressively as their fancy, almost magical-like, white clothing with f/c accents seemed to bounce. They had a ginormous bow on their chest that seemed quite inefficient to wear.

The person behind you, whom you assumed was Vg/n, only sighed. "We can't let them alert the others," The person sitting on the floor cackles, "As if the family would actually come up to check on them, you think they fuckin' care?"

"No, but Alfred might," Vg/n retorts.

You were confused as hell, but your questions were soon answered when the Vg/n spoke up. "Look, it may not seem like it, but we're all you. Or rather, alternate versions of you."

They remove the hand from your mouth, and you voice out your confusion. "What?"

"Im the version of you where you become a vigilante,"

"Im the one where you become awesome and cute!—" The one sitting on the floor is cut off by the one sitting on the window who is suddenly next to you. "Ignore them, they're V/n, it's you when you become a villain," They have a hand on the side of their mouth as they whisper to you, giggling as V/n throws out a little 'hey!' from the rude interruption.

"Im M/n! I'm the version of you where you become... magical!" M/n strikes a pose with a wand they have in their hand.

It's a lot for you to take in, and you stand there, quiet.

"Ya think we broke 'em?" V/n interrupts you from your train of thought.

You shake your head as they speak. "No, no, sorry, I just... how—why are you here?"

"Well, that's what we're trying to figure out too!" M/n tries to smile reassuringly at you. "We were just doing our business in our universes, and BOOM! we're suddenly together in an alleyway."

Out of the corner of your eye, you could see Vg/n staring at V/n with an analytical look, and you had to hold in your laughter.

It must've been like whiplash to them when they found their opposite counterpart.

"Wait—so if you're all alternate versions of me, then... what version am I?"

"Well, you're like the past!" M/n's bow bounces freely on their chest. "Or you can also be the 'true' Y/n if you'd like, but that's debated,"

"Past...? How old are you guys??"

"It depends on who you're asking, but we're all around the age of 23-24!"

You stare at them in shock. Were you going to grow up into one of them? Vg/n... they looked cold, hard, almost like a mini-Bruce. They seemed to always have a frown on your face, opposed to you, who always had a smile. Scars were littered all over their body, both on the inside and outside, and you could tell with a single glance they had been through a lot.

V/n. They seemed to look much better than Vg/n, but at the same time, they seemed more cruel. As if their sense of justice was blurred between the fence of good and evil, as if they had lost themselves.

M/n was different as a whole from the other two. They appeared more 'innocent,' more 'playful,' but the smile on their face seemed to be more forced at the same time.

"So, you guys are trying to get home?"

"That's the gist of it," V/n commented.

"Well, we could ask—"

Suddenly, the three of them spoke up, yelling at you with a big fat no. Jeez, their bat families couldn't have been as bad as yours, right?

Vg/n only sighed at your puzzled face, answering the question that lingered in your mind without you having to speak up. "Basically, our lives were changed on our twelfth birthday. I decided to become a vigilante; V/n wanted revenge, and M/n found a ring that made them, well… magical. Our lives were basically the same up to that point, maybe aside from a few personality differences."

So they were just as bad. Even alternate versions of you couldn't catch a break.

"Well, we should at least discuss this somewhere else; I'm getting sick of this manor," V/n scoffed.

Vg/n didn't say anything, but you could tell they agreed with V/n too, even if they didn't want to side with a villain.

"Off we go!!!" With their wand pointed high, M/n ran out of the room with a cheer, alerting both V/n and Vg/n to chase after your other alternate self, with you following in pursuit. You couldn't even make it to the exit of the manor until you ran into your family.

Your whole big-ass family.

Not even one member—your WHOLE FUCKING FAMILY—OH MY GOD. At the WORST time ever too.

"It's you!" Tim exclaimed.

"It's me!" M/n exclaimed with glee. Vg/n and V/n got into their positions, and so did the rest of the Batfamily.

You knew this was going to turn into a mess.

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a/n 2: hii ok so for vg/n and v/n you can think of whatever outfit you want, but for m/n, im thinking of like, a madoka type outfit if your going for feminine, or a suit /w a cape (and the inside is the f/c accent) if ur going for masculine!! both masc and fem outfits have a bow on the chest area!

here are the theme songs!!

(M/n = Magical name, V/n = Villain name, Vg/n = Vigilante Name)

M/n: Magnetic - Illit, and fight theme would be Right Now - Newjeans (instrumental)

V/n: Demons - Doja Cat, and fight theme would be Yummy - Ayesha Erotica

Vg/n: Homesick - Wave to Earth

[nosyrobin]

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?

[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

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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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Masterlist

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[cosmosluckycharms]

Show☆Time

Why do I cry?

You finally got your stupid little stage.

You didn't think it was stupid, but everyone you know told you it was a dumb idea.

When you told your father, all he did was hand you his credit card without looking and go back to working on his computer.

When you told Dick, all he did was ruffle your hair and walk away and promise he would be your first fan.

You knew it wasn't true, he never followed up on his promises. He had better things to do anyway.

When you told Jason, all he did was put his earbuds into his ears and go back to reading.

When you told Tim, all he did was tell you to shut up and left to his room.

When you told Damian, all he did was scoff and go back to painting.

At least Alfred tried to pay attention to your ideas, even if you knew it was out of pity.

You knew deep down none of them believed in you.

People not believing never stopped you from achieving your dreams.

You spent countless hours at your stage preparing and cleaning fixing and practicing moves.

You spent a while trying to bring in other performers You couldn't find any.

Not until you found Tsukasa Tenma.

He had just gotten rejected from being a performer at a theme park, so you took him in.

As soon as you showed him the stage, you knew he didn't believe in you either.

But you could try and make him believe!

You begged him to reconsider his quitting before he started, and you promised people a show!

While Tsukasa was leaving, you accidentally clicked a song on his playlist labeled UNTITLED.

You got transported to your Sekai, a world right at your fingertips.

You found out that the sekai was made of Tsukasa's true feelings.

You were so curious and excited!

You decided not to tell anyone in your family.

You knew they wouldn't care either way, it wouldn't hurt to keep this one small thing a secret☆

Once you guys left the Sekai, you ran into your next group member a purple-haired boy named Rui!

You watched as small little robot animatronics crowded around him.

..You also watched as he got chased by the police.

Tsukasa ended up bringing Rui again

Soon enough, that friend brought in another friend.

Sure, she was a robot named Robo-Nene, but you'll take anything at this point!

Everything was going well!

Tsukasa had stayed up finishing the script for your play.

Rui had been setting things up.

Nene stayed up practicing for the show you guys were doing.

Because she stayed up while practicing, she forgot to charge her robot.

That wouldn't be an issue if the robot hadn't frozen up on stage and fallen on Tsukasa.

Suddenly everything was falling apart.

Nene was being yelled at by Tsukasa.

Rui was yelling at Tsukasa for yelling at Nene

You didn't know what to do.

You started this because you wanted everyone happy, only for everyone to be sad and mad.

No one was smiling.

You ran home.

You didn't know what to do.

You finally got to the manor, on the verge of tears.

For the first time, you expected and hoped that as soon as you went inside, you could be ignored like always and slip away to your room till dinner.

You didn't realize that on the door there was a water bucket prank meant for your father, by the bat kids due to a prank war happening between them.

You didn't even know there was a prank war going on.

You walked in and immediately were surrounded by everyone while a bucket of cold water hit you.

You see everyone staring at you shocked, clearly not expecting you to walk through the door.

You could hear them start to laugh a little.

You fumbled as you tried to get up from your sitting position.

You felt a tear run down your cheek.

Then another.

Then another.

Soon enough, fat globs of tears were falling.

Huh.

Why were you crying?

You told yourself you wouldn't cry anymore, so why do you keep crying?

It couldn't have just been from the prank, you would not have cried if it was just a regular day.

Unfortunately for you, it wasn't a regular day.

You didn't know if your dreams were falling apart.

You didn't know what to do.

You got up and walked to your room.

Everyone was shocked. They'd never seen you cry.

For all they knew you were a cheerful girl, one who never cried.

You didn't see you cry when you missed your mom.

They didn't see you cry when you missed your grandpa.

They just stared as you walked upstairs in your dramatic performer costume.

They don't even remember you buying that, Where did you get that from?

You just wanted to go home back to your Sekai.

hi guys ik technically you guys wanted a pt 6 of Bug Like Angel but my emu!reader fans have been neglected soooooo

kinda short isigh

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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

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🦇- 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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Bruce: You’re in danger and in need of help, who do you call?

Bat!sib: Dick.

Bruce: What if Dick can’t help?

Bat!sib: If Dick can’t help we’re all doomed.

[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.

[lemondytart]

"Don't be fooled."

How can a baby made this much mess?!

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Decaying life: Chapter 1

A/n: Thanks for liking my first ever work on here, I promise to make more whenever I can :)

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Prologue Chapter 2

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(Name) remained silent in the back, his throat sore and still in pain from just moments ago, not even an entire day going past, the night still existing over this dark city- the ride being silent, it would be deafening if it wasn’t for the ringing in the boy’s ears- not listening to anything the older man may say, instead being left in his own thoughts, the picture of his mother’s face remaining in his head… than the sight he last saw of her, breaking down into small pieces and blood just pouring out from each divided part of the body. One of his hands, specifically the right, started to rise towards his neck, scratching at it- strength in each scratch he gave at it, nails attempting to tear at the skin- only stopping as soon as the car came to a stop, the scratches lasting for only a few seconds, not noticed by the butler. His head shooting up to look around, shock appearing on his face, not that strong and clear on his face, but it was slightly obvious it was there. Slowly, Alfred would get out of his seat and exit the vehicle, opening the door and helping (Name) out of his seat, with the boy still keeping his hands to himself- not allowing even a single finger to touch the man before him, with Alfred helping on anything that required fingers to be used- the car door and seatbelt primarily. The five year old boy able to get out of his seat alone, and finally standing up. He looked at Alfred who started walking forwards, leading (Name) towards the manor’s doors, looking back at (Name) to ensure the boy was following him, which he would, keeping close but all small amount of space between them both constantly. Soon enough they both arrived at the front door of the man, the older man opening it for the boy and allowing them in. Once (Name) stepped inside, he couldn’t help nut admire the interior of the building… it was amazing and unlike anything the boy has seen… his mother would have loved this…

Alfred would lower himself down onto one knee, placing a hand on the distracted (Name)’s shoulder, causing the boy to stare at him, brought out of his head “Master (Name), are you alright? You are crying.” He spoke, wiping away at the boy’s tears. (Name) gave a small gasp, not even realising he was crying… the boy just stood there, allowing the butler to wipe away at his tears and comfort him. “I am sorry master (Name), for your loss… although your father is not here at the moment, he as well went through the same thing, having his parents pass away in front of him… and your older brother also went through this… you will not be alone through this…” he softly spoke to (Name)… the boy looking back up to them, his urge to scratch at his skin, neck and eyes, building up as more tears fell out. At least his father and brother, his new family could help push past his grief and be with his new family. Your new family. Though the boy could only give a small nod, if he he even spoke, he would likely sob out his thanks and some joy to finally have a family have a family again… even if his mother will never be there.

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A week has passed. (Name) has attempted to reach out to his brother and father, but his grief… how he missed his mother had gotten in the way, crying to himself and only wanting her back- it didn’t help that his brother was… violent- not exactly caring for the small boy, which could be understandable, it was not that long since he lost his own parents, his own grief and hate fuelled him, ignoring the boy and spending his time on his own or being with his father or the butler of the house. (Name) didn’t entirely understand his older brother and his actions or ignorance to him, he thought the boy hated him, and although that wasn’t entirely true- that didn’t mean his brother liked him. Dick was just a confusing person for the boy.

On the other end was his Father for his new family member. Bruce Wayne, his father that he just met. The man was busy constantly, for what you have seen- he’s focused on his paperwork, and never home at night, Dick was home sometimes at night, mostly on school nights, but he does disappear with Bruce often. Unbeknownst to the boy- both his family members were vigilantes, Batman and Robin, and his most of the older man’s personality was a lie- to deceive and create an image of himself in the public… he seemed like a good hearted, oblivious and determined man, one that can focus on his works, but easily lets go of life to be free, caring for his family… this was all that (Name) saw of the man and viewed him as- unknown to his true identity as the bat. However his Father had attempted to reach out, again and again to (Name), wanting to help the boy, weeks slowly turning into months, and those months leading into years… his father still attempted to reach out and care for him.. but after each week, he seemed to lessen those attempts. (Name) wasn’t sure, each attempt had made him feel better… slowly pushing pass his grief… but he would always miss his mother’s soft hands compared to his father’s rougher ones, but even then- that comfort that was so little being brought upon by those rough and damaged hands would be taken away after just a year. His father’s words still being brought to him, but even those started to lessen through the next year… it hurt to lose that comfort slowly, but (Name) was still in his own mind, thinking of his mother, missing her face so much- and hating himself for what he did to her.

“I miss you Momma…”

Dick’s and (Name)’ relationship had not improved either, the older brother not showing much care for the boy, even after the passing years, the smaller brother not even remembering a word his supposed sibling had spoke to him… well words that weren’t ‘leave me alone’ or something else dismissive, nothing nice or positive, no tone but one that gave him a cruelty of sorts. After two years of staying in the manor and becoming seven, (Name) approached his fifteen year old- gaining a new confidence to build an actual relationship between them both… his Momma wouldn’t want him to suffer and become closed off to everyone… so each day he would try and interact with his brother: “Dick… I drew you…” or “Dick, do you wanna play with me?” And “What are you doing dick?” He even asked if Dick could teach acrobatics, even tired learning on his own- he wasn’t successful, but he was a bit more flexible than most his age… however- everything was met with ignorance and refusal. It hurt (Name), hurt him too much, but he still tried, and after every failure, he would return to his room to cry out, begging for his Momma to return and hug him… to feel her hands again and hear her gentle voice once more, he’d give anything for that… but he knows she won’t come back, his own hands stopped that from ever happening.

Slowly as the years turned by and (Name)’s growing isolation, his older brother and Father became more… annoyed and rude to each other, causing the boy to grow fearful, and before he knew it, his older brother had stormed out one day, and he wouldn’t see him for some time… but than he got a new brother, another older brother. His name was Jason…

The boy was two years younger than Jason. The eleven year old (Name) was a bit more happy having someone close to his age around, and apparently they came from similar areas, bringing both closer to each other… Jason was also rather standoffish for a thirteen year old… but quickly grew closer to (Name), with both reading books together in the library after three months of knowing each other, they both even read Pride and Prejudice together, enjoying it more than anything. And Bruce was truly happy to see the two boys interact… he would steadily attempt to reach out towards and help (Name) once more, slowly building back up a relationship of sorts, Alfred was also brought joy to finally see his son interact with their child again… for those years, Alfred constantly was the one to remain by (Name)’s side whenever he could, talking to the boy and playing with him, even pinning up pictures they drew in his room. It was nice to the the old butler.

Though one thing pained (Name), it was Dick. Whenever his older brother returned, which was rare in the first place, he would barely interact with Bruce, focusing on both Alfred and Jason more. Barely whispering in (Name)’s direction, it could gush his love to Jason about being a brother, even if they weren’t that close at the moment… though after just two years of having Jason, his brother, love within the Manor, the death of Robin became known, the death of Jason��� (Name) didn’t know they were same person, so to have his brother mysteriously die? It hurt… hurt too much, hurt like his mother’s passing… keeping himself in room to mourn the two people he loved the most in his life, enough to want to destroy in his tiny and supposed temporary room. Yes, temporary, there was going to be a larger one when one could be prepared for the boy, but due to his fear of accidentally laying hands on someone or destroying something when others could easily see?… it terrified (Name)… so he kept a small and temporary guess bedroom on the other side of the manor… and thankfully so, making it harder for anyone to see or hear as he destroyed a small desk, one he often used for drawing, placing both hands on it, with all five fingers from each one, allowing it to quickly become tiny pieces, focusing his grief and rage on the object… until each small pieces crumbled into dust, before furiously scratching at both sides of his neck, wanting to let it all out, sobbing softly, closing himself off and keeping him curled up, retreating to his bed to cry… only to be interrupted with a knock on the door, with an all too familiar voice of the butler he grew to love. “Master (Name), I can hear you crying, is it alright if I come in?” The older man asked, a gentle and caring voice leaving his lips for the boy. With a broken and destroyed voice, (Name) spoke “Y-yes Al-Alfred…” And in return, the butler opened the door, looking around the room before noticing the missing desk and some scattered dust around the room, he would need to clean the boy’s room later than, but whatever happened to the desk? Regardless now wasn’t the time for the older man to focus on the grieving boy…

The butler approached (Name), the boy’s legs hanging off the bed and curled up, hands kept in a fist against his stomach and head hanging down, Alfred patting the boy on the back before slowly hugging him, slowly and softly rubbing his hand on the boy’s back, one that made so much progress, scared to touch anything once and now was holding onto and reading books, although always keeping a finger of them, Alfred was planning to gift the boy some gloves that only exposed three of his fingers- thinking the boy would like them… though the old butler always was curious on this, but would never pry into it. But now that boy was locked inside this tiny room. “I understand your grief, Master (Name)… I as well, miss Master Jason…” He spoke to the crying boy, that looked up at him with those depressed eyes and scratched neck, speaking weakly. “I… w-why… wh-why did J-Jason die?… h-how?…” The boy asked, unsure on how his brother passed away, not aware of the beaten and disrespected state he was found in. Unable to truly tell the boy, Alfred continued to just comfort them the best he could, letting them cry out and stay close to him, rubbing his back to soothe them, some tears leaving the old man’s eyes at the passing of his grandson.

Man’s Bruce’s own progress of reaching out to his son? That building relationship? It was also destroyed… even Dick was returning to help his father again… it hurt (Name) again… to loose his family once more, to be left alone with nothing but his grief, not even with Alfred’s love and care could help him, he was just as hurt, so why didn’t Dick comfort his little brother? Why didn’t Bruce hold him close and let them both cry together?… why must he go through a death of another alone… why must the only one that cares for him still not even be his blood father?

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(Name) was thirteen years old when Jason Died, and soon enough his birthday was coming up, just like the year before Jason joined the family, nobody but Alfred was there to celebrate for him. His Father’s grief becoming too much for the man to celebrate, the memory that today was even his son’s birthday had slipped his mind… and not even (Name) wanted to celebrate, too distraught over his brother’s passing, he was still desperate for comfort, even approaching Dick begging for them to stay the night… his brother didn’t even seem to notice this though, or did he not care? (Name) could not tell. He just sat in his room, with Alfred by his side, a lone cupcake and a single gift for the boy. “Master (Name)… I wish you a happy birthday.” He spoke with a soft smile… patting the newly turned fourteen year old’s head, handing the boy the gift, attempting his best to make the most of the upset boy’s day. He knew they were all grieving, but was still trying to bring joy to the boy’s life as best he could, and wanted (Name)’s Father to make time for the boy, hoping to help them both heal… the only other company the small boy had was just a few games- the only light in his life right now. (Name) would carefully take the box, shaking hands taking the box into his laps, carefully keeping both ring fingers and little fingers off it, and than opening it with his thumb and index finger- before finally seeing his gift. A out of gloves, both having fingerless parts for the index, middle and ring finger- with both the little finger and thumb being covered, leaving the boy a little shocked at the gift- had Alfred found out about his ability? “I noticed you don’t like holding objects with every finger on your hands… I am not sure on why, but I do hope these serve you well, Master (Name).” Alfred spoke, before helping (Name) put on the gloves, once both were one, the small boy couldn’t help but cry out, hugging Alfred for the first time, shocking the older man as (Name) cried into his chest- but would respond with a hug back.

“Th-thank you… Alf-Alfred!” He almost screamed in between his sobs, finally able to hold onto someone without fear- without them turning into the same thing he did to his mother… of only Jason was still here. “It is no problem Master (Name).” He spoke… everything would get better for the boy, the old man hoped, and if he was finally comfortable with touching or holding someone, perhaps he could finally approach his father and rebuild the bridge that has collapsed between them twice.

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However, a few days after his birthday, Alfred and Bruce would not only welcome a new boy, Tim, but also welcome them to (Name), well more so of Alfred introducing the boys and reminding Bruce to do it- both boys were the same age, fourteen, so the butler hoped they could both get along and find comfort between each other. Once more- another boy losing his parents and being took in by Bruce. With (Name) still mourning his brother Jason, he wasn’t entirely sure on how to feel about Tim, not wanting to replace Jason or if he could even interact with someone new with his current state… but he knew both Alfred and his mother would want the boy to attempt to welcome someone that lost his parents… kind of like Dick… hopefully he wouldn’t be ignored again. So with all of his courage and confidence, the boy approached Tim, with (Name) giving a small wave, his rough and suffering eyes closing with a smile on his lips. “He-hello Tim… I’m (Name) y-your br-brother… nice to m-meet you…” He stuttered out, doing his best to not cry or think about his lost brother, or still his mother… but hopefully someone new in his life, another one to care for him could better him, support him. But with just one look from Tim, that would be the most of the attention (Name) would ever receive from the boy- before he looked away, walking towards Bruce with both leaving towards the library. That was the least painful thing, as a few days later, Dick would start to visit the manor more and more, acting brotherly to Tim, loving and caring, looking after the boy- his relationship with Bruce even improving slightly, that was what hurt more- just like with Jason, the adult brother would willing to be anyone’s older brother but (Name)‘s… just why?

(Name) felt like shrinking, but he was growing mad… nobody but Jason was willing to be his family member, well besides Alfred acting like a grandfather, but he was a butler- no matter what the other’s viewed him or how (Name) viewed him, there was always the gnawing feeling that this is more of a job to care for him specifically.

Why must he feel like an outsider in this family? Did they not want him? Did they not want to handle his grief? What was wrong with him- why did they have to ignore him? Why can’t his Momma and Jason just come back and than all three of them can just make their own, real family- not needing Bruce, Dick or Tim apart of it, and sadly, Alfred could never join them due to his duties.

Maybe tomorrow could be better? Maybe tomorrow he’ll wake up and find his Momma by his bed, hugging him and introducing his new brother, Jason, to him. That wishful thinking was in his head as he retreated to his room, closing the door before collapsing onto his bed, ready to pass out.

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It would never get better. Three years had passed since Tim came to live with them. When (Name) was around sixteen, he was completely ignored by the family and never spoke a word back to them, his throat becoming sore and becoming hoarse, the only thing that kept it working was his brief interactions with Alfred that happened each day… or once in a few days that depended upon if he was available or not. But around this time as well, (Name) had found out about their secret identities- seeing them in their outfits and even seeing gadgets laying around.

But what was most surprising to (Name)? It was the return of his brother- Jason, around the same time he found out about his families identities, he found out his true brother was still alive… it made the boy so happy… to have the one sibling that ever cared for him- it only made the boy happy beyond belief… but he was so much more rage filled, having attack Tim for being his replacement, and hating Bruce so much more- and even now, with him slowly settling back in, living so far away that visits are rare- his older brother still cared for him, both reading books in (Name)’s room and catching up- it was once more looking better for the boy. Until his new brother arrived, his little, brother.

To be the older brother? It was a change of pace- something better and new… unlike Dick and even Tim by technicality, he would be a better older brother for his newest sibling. His blood sibling. The boy’s name? It was Damian, and (Name) would soon be meeting them this day.

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It has been a few hours, Jason was at his own place, planning to visit in a few days, so (Name) felt alone during this meeting, thankfully Alfred was here- so there was at least one person with him, as he stood in front his new little brother, his own pale and gloved hand being stretched forward towards the younger boy. “Hello… I’m (Name), your older brother, nice to me-“ before he could finish this single sentence, a blade was pressed against his neck, the tip threatening to stab through it with even a single push as the young boy before (Name) could properly introduce himself, with annoyed click of Damian’s tongue coming to life before he spoke.

“Quiet half-breed, I am not your brother, nor is it any pleasure to see you in my father’s estate.” He spoke as a matter of fact to a quivering (Name), threatening to kill without any hesitation, Alfred looking on in shock and wanting to help, before Bruce stopped it all, instructing Damian to put his blade away and taking the boy from (Name)’s presence, with even dick approaching them and softly scolding Damian as if he only just drew in the walls and not threatened to kill a person, to kill (Name).

(Name) collapsed to the floor, hands support his upper body as he shook, with Alfred gently helping the boy up. “Are you alright, Master (Name)?” He gently asked, giving those soft and kind eyes to the boy. “y-yes… I’m al-alright Alfred” The boy spoke, before finally standing and rushing away, pushing past the old man and any objects in his way- returning to his room and slamming the door behind him and straight into the private bathroom he had for himself, hands gripping onto the sink, fearfully looking at himself in the mirror, rapid breaths leaving his lips with his close call with death… that’s what he gets for trying to become close with anyone in this family… perhaps he could ask to live with Jason in the male’s next visit… for now- all (Name) wanted to do was to just play a game and forget what happened… to just let go of all the stress he was feeling at the moment.

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[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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[visionofhope04]

Viper (Part 1)

Batfamily x Batsib!Reader

Part 1 (here) Part 2 (coming soon!)

Ages(probably not accurate, just go with it please): Alfred (Immortal), Bruce (45-ish), Barbara (30), Dick (29), Cass (26), Jason (26), Stephanie (21), Tim (20), Reader (18), Damian (16)

Warning(s): cursing, explosions (not detailed), speak of poison and poisoning, (very) minor violence

Part 2 of this headcannon

A/N: Sorry this took so long 😭. So in the preview I posted I said I'd try using third person and they/them pronouns. It hasn't been working out which is why I didn't post this sooner, I'm sooooo sorry :( I've switched it back to using you because I figured it's still inclusive. Hope you guys enjoy this tho! I’m ngl I had a heart attack bc I thought this draft got lost to the void and I was abt to post it.

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Your boots pounded ferociously on the concrete as you ran and made a sharp right turn into another alleyway. He wasn't far behind you, it would only be a matter of time before you were caught. You had to lose him, fast. Your heart beat against your ribcage, your breaths came out in pants from your nose. You were sweating, and not just from the physical effort. Despite being a trained assassin, you were nervous. Getting caught would change everything, but you were confident in your abilities. However, that did little to stop the lingering feeling of dread you felt every time he got a little too close. You sped up and turned right again into a narrow alley. The Red Hood, who was chasing you, did not expect this and couldn’t slow down, and passed the alley. Frustrated, he backpedaled and ran down the alley he saw you go into.

He reached the end of the alley and slowed to a stop. The alleyway opened up to an empty street, and there was no sign of you anywhere. All he saw was the odd stains on the alley’s walls, a dumpster, and garbage bags strewn about. He lost you.

“Fuck!” He exclaimed, then kicked the dumpster for good measure.

You jolted in your hiding spot, hopeful he wouldn’t notice the extra weight when he kicked it. Your heart began pounding harder, as if it was trying to escape your body, if he found you, you honestly thought it might. Blood rushed in your ears as you waited with bated breaths. Would he open it? Find you? Compromise everything you’ve worked so hard for? You wouldn’t go down without a fight, but with the Lazarus pit in his blood and not much of it in yours, you doubted you’d be able to take him with strength alone. You’d have to be smart about it, as always. Though you didn’t know how your poisons would affect someone the Lazarus pit had such a strong hold on, you’d stupidly never tried it before. You doubt your mother or grandfather would’ve approved of it, as they would’ve been the ones you tested it on (never Damian, you’d never do that to your precious little sibling), but the knowledge would’ve been helpful at the moment. You desperately hoped that he wouldn’t find you, so you wouldn’t have to find out on him. You didn’t want to kill him after all, he’s a part of Damian’s new family. You couldn't ruin your little sibling's chance at a family, at least one of you could find happiness.

After agonizing moments that seemed like years with your overactive brain, you heard him mutter a few more profanities and his footsteps receded. You held your breath as you waited and observed the sounds you heard. Water dripped from somewhere, most likely a roof, and then rustling. Your heart began to pound harder, assuming he was searching, only for you to hear a quiet ‘meow’ and instantly relax. Once you were sure no one was there, you carefully lifted the dumpster lid and peeked. No one. Perfect. You slinked out of the dumpster and grimaced at the smell. Gross, yes, but it worked. It wasn't by far the worst place you've hidden in, but you'd definitely need to shower as soon as you got back to your hideout. The things you do for this job. You trudged in the direction of your current main base of operations, taking great care to stay out of everyone's sight, especially Oracle's.

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That was your first run-in with Red Hood. It took him longer than expected to figure out what was going on. Took him even longer to find you. You didn't mind though, it gave you more time to work with. It wouldn't be long before Red Hood kept failing to catch you and decided to involve the Big Bad Bat, though. With Batman would come Robin, then Red Robin, and then Nightwing. If Robin found out, it would ruin the whole plan.

The plan was simple, really. Take over Gotham's underground unnoticed, gather members and create a gang, find a perfect time to cause a gang war to distract the Batfamily, and then Talia would initiate her plans to take over Gotham while the bats are busy. Well, that's what the agreed plan was. You'd always been a loose cannon. Since Red Hood had been so close to catching you, the "unnoticed" part had been foiled, albeit a bit later than anticipated. 

"Hey boss, what brings you in today?" Your loyal henchman, Hopper asked you.

"We've got a job to do. Grab some explosives. We're sending a message."

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“These places feel haunted.” Willow, another one of your most trusted henchmen, said as she placed one of the four explosives into place. 

“It’s probably the Joker’s victims’ souls, he loves warehouses, like typical villains. Maybe they’re here to warn us, ‘Don’t go into the basement, that’s where we’re buried!’. Or maybe they’ll kill us, who knows.”

“This isn’t a joke, you’re scaring me Tina!”

“You guys done?” You ask impatiently, but reluctantly slightly amused.

“Yup.”

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"Seven simultaneous explosions have just been spotted around the perimeter of the city."

"Head to the site closest to your current location. If you're paired with someone, split up. Oracle, call in Nightwing and Red Hood if possible. Do not engage with anyone, survey the damage only. "

"Yes sir!" Chirped Spoiler.

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After two hours, at 3 am, everyone returned to the cave.

“I take everything I said about explosions back, I hate explosives.”

“Welcome to the club, Timmy! I’ve hated explosives ever since-”

A chorus of groans resonated throughout the batcave, “We know, Jason!”

“You’re not special Todd, most of us here have died in one way or another.”

“Yeah but have you-”

As Damian and Jason began bickering and the whole group headed to the lockers, Dick pulled Bruce aside. 

“B, I didn’t want to say this in front of the others, but I think something bigger is going on. I found these objects around the warehouse I investigated.”

Batman took the bag Nightwing offered and observed the strange objects. Metal letters. Two A’s, one I, one L, and one T.

“It spells Talia.” He observes.

“She would never do something like that if she was behind it, and she wouldn’t leave a calling card, especially not in that form.”

"I know. Hmm. The damage seemed deliberate. It only destroyed the warehouses on the edge of the city. It caused minimal to no damage to surrounding properties."

"You're saying whoever did this is sending a message, about Talia." Nightwing inquired.

"Precisely."

“But who would do this? And why would they warn us? And what exactly are they warning us about? They must be close to her to have an idea of what she’s planning.”

“We’re going to find out.” He says, then turns to Tim, who had just exited the lockers. "Red Robin, check all security footage at all explosion sites and around them, report back all your findings."

Red Robin nods and heads to the Batcomputer to get to work.

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Dun dun dunnnnn! So how'd you like it? It's been a while since I've wrote anything and it's because I hit a MAJOR writing block. Hope you enjoyed! I was fighting with these tags fr

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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?

[nosyrobin]

Twin!reader who’s easily sick. They can’t be a hero, they can’t fight, they can’t go out on patrols. They have to live that normal life while their whole family and twin fight bad guys. Damian always comes back home, getting dressed to relax. To take care of his beloved twin. He sits on the edge of their bed, making them take medicine, vitamins. You name it. The twin could only frown in sadness, telling Damian that they “don’t need care.” Damian felt a little anger, but was calm on the outside.

It was always his duty to protect his twin. He’s not letting you perish by your weak immune system. You will be healthy, even if it kills him to realize that you are actually dying inside.

His twin…

[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?!

[cosmosluckycharms]

Showtime☆

pt 1

Little Miss

Your momma was just a regular lady. Despite not being rich she gave you everything she could.

She'd take you out to parks with your cousins, she'd drop you off at your grandfathers house when she had a job interview, she'd listen to you talk about your nonsense, and she would bake for you and help you bake! She wasnt rich by any means but she tried her best! You knew she'd give you the clothes on her back if you asked!

Momma wasnt anyone important to others. A mere fling by Bruce from back in his Brucie Wayne days. but she was important to you! Momma didnt hide your father. She wasnt emparrassed. She said it was amazing to have "such a ball of sunshine" with her!

She never told you she was glad you werent broody like your father

Despite never meeting your father, you wondered what he was like. Was he as sweet as momma? Was he kind like momma? Would he take you out for ice cream like momma?

You never fully had time to wonder though, Momma was always dropping you off at your grandpas house whenever she had a job interview. Which was basically every other day. You didnt mind though! It gave you more time to get closer to your grandpa!

You both had similar personalities! you both liked music, games, themeparks despite how you could only go once at 5 years old. your grandpa and momma had to save up for 8 months and a half, walking and talking and baking and, and, and-

Youre 7 when your mom dies. She died from not getting her Pneumonia checked out. You wanted to beat yourself up for not noticing, you wanted to cry and throw up and blame it on yourself, but the truth was no one knew besides her.

You felt something was off because the months leading up to her death her smile was fading. Momma didnt want you to worry and snitch to your grandpa and put more on his back so she kept quiet and never told anyone.

She couldnt even tell a doctor, she couldnt afford the medical bills and she'd rather die then tell bruce

You always were very observent. You mourned for a while, as much as you could anyways. You couldnt mourn for long, you had to keep going, for momma! You kept smiling, for momma.

You and your grandpa tried your hardest to keep going for her, to keep her memory alive. You held onto the art projects she started but never finished, onto the books she never released, onto the movies that never made it in the industry.

Youre 7 when your grandpa dies. He died from accidental overdose from his off-brand medications.

You tell yourself he isnt dead hecantbedeadhecantdieandleavepleasedontleavemecomebackplease

Everything was a blur from there. You decide to creamate him, like momma.

You space out for what feels like hours. Its been a while when you stop dissasociating and realize you're at a police station where theyre taking dna tests on you to see if you have any other family to take care of you.

Its a shock to others when it points to Bruce Wayne being your father, and it shocks them more when you immidiately say you already knew and how you immidiately brighten up and go on talking about the things your momma said about him.

After what feels like hours, someone who definitely does not look like who your father picks you up.

He says hes your fathers butler, you didnt even know those were real! You thought they were made up for movies!

He keeps trying to talk to you in his fancy car, you try to keep the conversation going to distract yourself from how you really just want your momma.

hi im new at writing pls be nice sorry for the mistakes

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I LOVE SABOTEURR , that's such a cool conceptt, how would they realize they're also yandere for the reader ?

Hmmm great question🤔

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Saboteur Pt.3

Yandere Platonic Batfam x GN Neglected Reader

Notes: typical yandere themes, stupid batboys

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Bruce

Bruce was grateful to leave for patrol after the emotionally exhausting confrontation between you and your brothers. Bruce sits atop Gotham’s Cathedral, covered by the shadow of an imposing gargoyle.

His cowl masks the sour expression that’s stuck on his face. He can’t remember the last time you raised your voice in the manor. Let alone at him.

The hurt in your voice as you made your long-brewing confession rings in his ears. How long has his sweet child felt this way? When was the last time he asked you how you were doing? How long has he been such a deadbeat?

Rain starts to fall over Gotham like a hazy blanket. The wind grows crisp but fails to subside the simmering anger that festers in Gotham’s dark knight.

Dick

The drive to Bludhaven seems to be endless as Dick weaves in and out of traffic. His slender fingers drum nervously against the wheel. Something’s wrong. Something’s very wrong.

He just can’t seem to place it. Were you always this complicated? Since when were you so desperate for attention?

Dick shakes his head in disbelief. The timid soul he’s known all these years is a fraud…a shyster. He doesn’t know whether to feel pity or anger.

One on hand he’s mad that you’ve been lying to the family for who knows how long. On the other hand he can’t help but feel bad for his little sibling.

Dick’s conflicted emotions wear at his easy-going persona. He sucks his teeth and eases back into the seat. He needs time. Time to think this through. Time to decide what he’ll do to you when he finds out where you’ve gone.

Tim

Tim mindlessly scrolls through the videos and screenshots of you framing their darling. Your work is amateurish but somehow skated by them.

There’s one picture that stands out to him. He increases the image on the monitor. It shows Bruce patting the top of your head while you practically beam at him.

A simple pat on the head and you’re happy as a clam. Tim never realized how easy it was to win your affection. If he had known, maybe he’d have given you a hug every once and a while.

Tim’s imagination drifts off as he picks through the security tapes. Each one leaving a trail of jealousy in their wake.

Damian

Impressive. His older, idiotic sibling is more capable than he thought. You’ve been framing the family’s darling for months without a hint of remorse.

He feels almost proud of you. Such viscous behavior while simultaneously pretending to be darling’s friend. How cutthroat of his completely useless sibling.

Damian, curious to learn more about the deceiver living in his home, makes his way to your room. He opens your bedroom’s sticker-covered door and scrunches his nose. The smell of overlapping, burnt candles wafts out of the room.

The walls of your room drip with personality. Damian takes one long look and shuts the door behind him. What else have you been hiding from his all this time?

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Extra Notes: the calm before the storm🫣