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frost-queen · 27 days ago

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Circus lights (Reader x Jeremiah & Jerome ft. Bruce)

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Summary: Reader is a sick rich kid that loves to go to the circus. Yet no one wants to befriend her till the Valeska twins do. Yet one faithful day changed their days of fun. Jeremiah was send away and Reader's ilness didn't allow her to come anymore. Angering both the Valeska brothers. Years later you return to Gotham, staying with Bruce till the Valeska's find their way back to you.

The entrance was the jolliest you had ever seen. All bright lights illuminating the darkening skies. Carnaval music and bells ringing from all around the park. With a gleam in your eyes, you couldn’t wait to enter. Holding your ticket very firmly in your hand. The guard that was holding your hand firm, stepped up to the ticket booth. – “Tickets please.” – a young man with a stripey shirt asked.

You curled up a smile, proudly holding your ticket up. He reached his arm out through the small gap, taking your ticket. It got two puncture holes, laying it away. He then gestured for your hand, holding a stamp. You happily showed your hand, watching as it got stamped with a cartoon clown’s face.

The guard tugged on your hand as the young man cleared his throat. – “What?” – the guard asked. The young man looked down at his hand, hinting he needed a stamp as well. – “Must I really?” – the guard asked, looking behind him to his colleagues. Some of them were snickering. – “All visitors must have a stamp.” – the young man made clear. The guard let go of your hand with a loud sigh.

Pulling his sleeve back to receive a stamp. He took your hand with a grunt, pulling you under the archway into the park. The young man whistled the others over with a cheeky smile. Showing his stamper at them. They all groaned, going in line to receive one. Your eyes gleamed even more as you saw younglings around your age run around.

Holding balloons and eating popcorn. – “Alright miss, have fun, we’ll be close.” – the guard spoke, searching his pocket for a round of tickets. He handed them to you. – “When will father be here?” – you asked. – “Later.” – the guard responded, giving you a slight push to set off. You hesitantly went forwards, wondering when your father would join you. He had promised to come along with you to the circus. A promise was a promise. The guard took a few steps back to give you some space.

The sounds of the carnival drawing your attention away as the memory of your father faded to the back. You ran towards a balloon stand as it was the first thing you wanted. Seeing so many kids and younglings walk around with them. You wanted one too to fit in. – “Good evening young lady, interested in a balloon?” – a dashing chap said. He also wore a stripey shirt and matching hat with it. You nodded.

“You’ve come to the right place, we have balloons in all sorts of colours.” – the man said moving all dancey. It made you laugh, finding him funny. – “I want a red one.” – you spoke, going for a classic. You looked over your shoulder to the guard, pointing at the balloon. He came closer, paying the man. Unable to control your excitement, you received your red balloon. – “Have a bouncy day young miss.” – the man waved goodbye, taking his hat off with a wide smile. The guard tied the balloon around your wrist so you wouldn’t lose it.

Turning around, you were looking around for what was next. There were a group of kids your age gathered around. You ran over to it, wanting to see for yourself. – “What are you looking at?” – you asked, getting on the tips of your toes to see. Trying to overlook the older kids of sixteen and older. They wouldn’t move as you needed a new plan.

You bend through your knees, pushing yourself a way through. Elbowing their bodies aside to clear a path to squeeze through. You reached the front, straightening yourself once more. There your eyes widened with delight. A little monkey was jumping around on a cart. The man with it, turning a handle for music to hear.

It easily got boring as you drifted off. Following some other kids, they stopped at a throwing ball booth. You watched as they gave a ticket to the woman behind it. You came to their side to join them. – “Hi.” – you said all cheery in an attempt to make friends. – “Go away.” – the boy called out, pulling an arm around his sister to keep her away from you.

Hurt, you turned around to leave. There were other kids heading for the mirror palace as you followed them. Keeping your distance, but remaining close. One of the girls noticed it, whispering to her friends. They looked back at you as well. – “Hi…” – you said ending with a cough. The girl and her friends nodded before scrambling off. Each running away in a different direction that you couldn’t keep up. Sighing soft, you gave up trying to make friends.

It was clear to you that no one wanted to have you around. You started drifting away from the main path. Sitting on a barrel by one of the tents. Looking saddened down at your hands. The red balloon still up in the air near your head. Wiping your nose, you sniffed loud. A few more coughs came as you didn’t held them in. At this moment you wanted your father to comfort you.

To care for you like your mother did so many years ago. She would always comfort you. Being a sick kid wasn’t the most fun, but she made the most of it. Ever since her passing, it was as if your father couldn’t handle it. Distancing himself from you and using his guards to ‘parent’ you around.

“The fun is that way.” – you heard a boy’s voice say. It made you gasp loud, looking up. A shy boy with glasses stood before you. Slowly pushing his glasses further up his nose. – “I know…” – you replied with a soft sigh. The boy looked around for any of your parents. – “Are you here alone?” – he asked. – “You can say that.” – you responded. – “Jeremiah!” – another boy’s voice came through.

You got startled by another boy bumping hard against the other one. The popcorn he was holding, decorating the ground. You watched them, they were very much alike. Brothers. Twins. The one without glasses pulled Jeremiah under his armpit to tease him with a head rub. Jeremiah protested in every way. The moment the other boy noticed you, he stopped.

Jeremiah straightened his clothing as the other one approached you. – “What is a pretty girl like you doing all alone?” – he said trying to sound more mature than he was. It made you laugh. – “Jerome.” – he introduced himself, holding his hand out. – “Y/n.” – you answered shaking it. – “I’m Jeremiah.” – the other one pitched in, wanting to be included.

The boys were still waiting for an answer as you sighed soft. – “Nobody wants to play with a sick child like me.” – you told them. – “Are you ill?” – Jeremiah asked concerned. You nervously nodded. – “Nothing contagious, my body isn’t just as strong as others.” – you further informed them. Jerome puffed loud. – “Let them be idiots!” – he scolded at the others not wanting to befriend you.

Jeremiah nodding beside him. Jerome took you by the wrist, pulling you off the barrel. – “Come we’ll show you all the great places.” – before you knew it you were dragged along. Jeremiah following close by. Jerome lead you to one of the larger tents. – “Are… are we even allowed in here?” – you asked as they didn’t go through the main entrance. – “We are.” – Jeremiah told you.

Jerome opened the flap, fitting through with you. Sneaking up closer, he pulled you down behind some of the crates. – “What if someone sees us.” – you whispered to him. Jerome shushed you, taking you by the chin and forcing you to look in a direction.

You gasped loud. Eyes lingering on a cage with sleeping lions in it. – “Are… are they going to perform?” – you asking keeping your voice low. – “Not yet.” – Jeremiah answered setting his hands on your shoulders, hovering over you to have a look for himself. – “They need some more training, but soon they will.” – Jerome informed you. – “I want to be there when they do.” – you spoke with adoration.

Jerome tugged on your wrist once more, leading you out of the tent. Your balloon bouncing in the air with your movement. Outside you rarely thought back of the guards that must be searching the entire circus for you. Let them. The Valeska twins were able to give you free food. They knew all the knacks for winning prices at the booths.

After a while, you started to feel weaker. Worn down from running around from place to place. Yet there was one attraction you needed to do. – “Come Y/n!” – Jeremiah called out. He paused, seeing how you were faltering behind. Needing to use every might to push your feet forwards.

Jeremiah jogged over to you, taking you by your shoulders to prevent you from falling forwards from exhaustion. – “Are you alright Y/n?” – he asked. – “I…I am fine…” – you breathed out with a hard swallow. Coughing as you nearly lost control of your balance. Jeremiah held onto you to prevent it. – “We can stop if you like.” – he offered. You quickly shook your head.

“One more ride.” – you told him with a worn out smile. – “One more ride.” – he whispered back. Jeremiah turned himself around. Offering his back to you. You wrapped your arms around his neck as he set you on his back. With you on his back, he ran a bit to catch up with his brother.

You had laid your head down on his shoulder. Arms dangling over his shoulders. Needing a breather. Jeremiah caught up with Jerome. – “Y/n.” – Jeremiah said making you lift your head up. Dazzling lights flickering in your vision. It made you blink a few times to unblur the lights. Now they were clear. A Ferris wheel standing tall and mighty.

Jerome helped you off his brother’s back. They both helped you onto the Ferris wheel. Sitting each at a side from you. The wheel got in motion, taking you higher and higher. Till you could overlook the entire circus. Making you gasp in delight at how wonderous Gotham was from above. You reached the ground once more.

You just got off when a group of your guards came running over. Panting loud. – “There you are miss.” – one of them said. Someone else spoke into a walkie, letting others know you were found. They noticed how worn out you were. Sweat on your forehead. One of them ran over to you, picking you up.

Jerome and Jeremiah coming after them to stay close to you. – “We’ll get you home soon miss.” – the guard said. – “We staid here too long.” – another one spoke. Jerome started to get angry feeling as if they were blaming them. His brother held him back by his arm to not interfere. – “Take care Y/n.” – Jeremiah called out to you. – “Please come back!” – Jerome shouted.

“I will!” -they heard you respond. Promise made, promise kept. You returned to the circus, more times than ever. Always hanging out with the Valeska brothers as they became close friends of yours. You went as most as you could, till your visits dimmed out.

Unable to get to the circus due to your illness wearing you more and more down. Barely having the strength to take a full lap around the house. Drastic matters had to be made. You weren’t allowed to go out any longer.

“No!” – Jeremiah shouted loud. Being handled by two men. His mother standing by her caravan. Jerome pushed her aside to reach his brother. He tripped, falling to his knees. With tears in his eyes, he watched them drag his brother away. He turned his head, looking with fury at his mother. – “You can’t send him away!” – Jerome called out. His mother wouldn’t care.

“It’s already bad enough I need to feed your mouth too.” – was the only thing she said. - “Mother!” – Jeremiah begged tears streaming down his face. – “I have to stay… I have to… Y/n…” – he said trying to fight off the men, but they were stronger than him. All the struggling made his glasses fall down. One of them men stepped unknowingly on it. – “Tell Y/n I’ll come find her.” – he shouted at his brother.

Their mother made a dismissive gesture. Jeremiah shouted in anger, trying to fight his way out. They shoved Jeremiah in a car. He didn’t leave without kicking and shouting at the door for a way out. The car riding off. Jerome got up, spurting towards the broken glasses of his brother. He picked them up, all muddy.

He blinked curious when he noticed a figure approach him. He recognized him from many visits. One of your guards. – “Is Y/n here?” – was his first response. For almost a year you had been visiting the circus. Perhaps there was some joy to this dreadful day. The man didn’t show any reaction. – “There will be no more visits.” – he let out. Jerome’s happiness was drained.

His hand clenched into a fist. – “You are lying.” – he let out. – “She’s not coming to this stupid circus anymore.” – he reminded him with a clear warning. Jerome became angry, giving the man a hard push. It barely did anything. Angered and heartbroken, he took a run for it. Not only his brother had left, but you as well. Making him wonder what life was good for.

Seasons past as did the years. It felt strange to return to Gotham, but it was home. – “Y/n.” – hearing your name made you turn your head. Bruce entered the room handing you a cup of warm tea. You accepted it, eying the fireplace once more. Bruce came sitting with you with his own cup. You smiled politely back at him. It was very funny actually.

When you younger you didn’t want to hang out with Bruce. Whenever your parents dragged you along to social gatherings, he was there as well. Your parents would nudge you to play with him. Yet with the 3 years apart, at that time you thought he was too young to play with. He seemed like a mere baby in your eyes. Now that you have grown, those feelings have flourished away.

He had offered you to stay with him as you settled back in Gotham. The first thing you did after your return was search for the circus, only to find out it was gone. No sign of Jerome or Jeremiah to be found. Feeling alone, you came knocking on Bruce’s door. Leading to you settling in.

“I’m really pleased you have returned to Gotham and are all well.” – Bruce spoke. You hummed loud in your cup before taking a sip. – “I just wish you didn’t have to leave Gotham for it.” – he continued turning his posture more towards you. You moved your cup down on your lap, turning more to him as well. – “If I staid, I probably wouldn’t have gotten better.” – you responded.

“True.” – Bruce answered placing a hand on your knee. You smiled politely back at him. Bruce removed his hand from your knee. The door rang as it made you quirk your eyebrows up. – “Are you expecting someone?” – you asked him. Bruce shook his head. Bruce knew Alfred would open up to see who it was. Yet when he heard a commotion.

The sound of a person falling over something, made him get up. – “Alfred?” – he said concerned. Moving a bit closer to the door. Bruce held his hand out to you to stay put. He moved closer to the door, standing in front of it. It was deadly silent till a few knocks on the door startled him.

Bruce looked over his shoulder to you. Ushering to you to hide. You set the cup of tea down, getting out of the sofa to crouch out of sight down. Bruce took a deep breath before opening the door. It barely moved as it got pushed open, making Bruce stumble a bit back. – “Brucey!!” – a man’s voice said teasingly. – “What are you doing here?” – Bruce answered with clear disgust.

“Alfred!” – he then shouted. – “Yeah, your butler is taking a nap on the floor.” – the person replied. Bruce glared back at him. – “A little birdy told me Y/n is here.” – hearing your name made you get up. Eyes widening at Jerome. You caught his attention. – “Y/n!” – he said opening his arms to you. Tearing up, you ran over to him.

Jumping into his arms. Jerome wrapped his arms tightly around you, swaying you back and forth in his grip. – “I’m so sorry.” – you cried out. Apologizing for disappearing so suddenly. Not that you had a say in it. The only power you had over them was to deliver the message to the Valeska boy’s.

“There, there.” – Jerome said patting you on your head. It made you laugh between the tears. Bruce cleared his throat, arms crossed. Glass breaking interrupted the moment. It made you and Jerome pull apart. A figure landing through the window. – “Jeremiah!” – you called out in joy. – “So I came to the right place.” – he panted out.

You ran to him, leaping into his arms. Jeremiah lifted you up, holding you tight. Setting your feet back down, he started kissing your cheek. – “Hey!” – Jerome said with jealousy. – “Not even I get a kiss from you brother.” – he laughed out. – “Alright enough!” – Bruce let out.

Jeremiah and you parted, but he kept an arm around you. Not wanting to let you go so easily. – “You can’t just barge in my house!” – Bruce made clear. Jeremiah looked over his shoulder. – “Relax Wayne I’ll pay for your window.” – Jeremiah spoke. Bruce sighed loud, shaking his head. Jerome jumped over the sofa to get closer to you as well.

Jerome took your hand, leading you to the sofa. Each Valeska brother sitting at a side. – “Sure make yourself comfortable.” – Bruce spoke with irritation. – “I couldn’t find the circus when I returned.” – you told them. – “Yeah that ship has sailed a long time ago.” – Jerome informed you.

“Well perhaps I should tell you now than that I am cured.” – you told them. It was something you were dying to tell them ever since you got back. – “That is wonderful Y/n.” – Jeremiah said giving you a kiss on the cheek afterwards. Jerome gave his brother a slight push.

Giving you a kiss on the cheek afterwards as well. – “Are you ever going to leave?” – Bruce wanted to know. – “Brucey, can’t you see the adults are talking.” – Jerome said tauntingly waving him away. It made Bruce scoff. Coming to sit in one of the chairs to keep a close eye on them till Alfred awoke once more.

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coupleoffanfics · 2 years ago

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Ranting about a possible fanfic I'll write.

Anyone reading this hear me out. There are some Yandere Batfam x neglected reader that I love. Basically, the reader is a part of the family and is ignored by everyone until some event happens leading the family slowly becoming yandere. I just love the angst.

Okay, so what if she has a boyfriend before the whole family starts going off the rails? Right, okay, so what if her boyfriend was one of the Valeska twins? Both would just fuck everything up for the family and I'd love it.

Regarding which Valeska y/n would end up with I'd see y/n dating per-spray Jeremiah. Could see him only dating y/n because she is a Wayne. I see him being the more narcissistic one out of the two even though they both are. Slowly developing an obsession with y/n as I could see her being attentive toward anyone who shows her positive attention. And that could feed into Jeremiah's narcissism.

So when y/n opens up or Jeremiah realizes that she doesn't have a strong relationship with Bruce, he'd be more inclined to dump her. He plans to get a wealthy job at Wayne Enterprises and live a luxurious life, unlike his upbringing. So dating the daughter's CEO would give him an advantage, that's at least what he thought.

He'd gently put her down so that he could focus more on other things, but…This underlying obsession made it impossible. Now he's like fuck, I actually like her what do I do now? (y/n is definitely one to say I love you first.)

I couldn't see Jerome and y/n dating just because of her upbringing. She has strong morals having been trained by Batman and formally being Batgirl for a few years. She would have had to meet Jerome before he murders his mother since that leads him down this psychotic path.

Regardless of which Valeska she dated, I'd say that she has some loyalty toward him. Seeing them as more of a victim of circumstances rather than a villain. Though that would be thrown out once Jerome or post-spray Jeremiah start harming or worse killing civilians.

I just love the idea of the when the family is or turning yandere are just like y/n who the fuck is this and why are they trying to kidnap you? Meanwhile, the Valeskas are just screaming and throwing shit that they have to deal with more bullshit to get to y/n.

y/n's Personality

Loyalty would be one of her trades as she'd do almost anything for her loved ones that actually care for her. It doesn't mean she's blindly loyal to anyone who shows her kindness.

Empathy and consideration are strong ones as y/n has a big heart. She'd be understanding why the family is busy and how much work they'd do as they are not being close. But that doesn't mean she's not hurt or frustrated when Bruce blatantly shows favoritism. Yet she doesn't want to be an inconvenience or get in the way of their vigilantism.

Inferiority complex. Being the only family member to quit being a vigilante has taken a bit out of y/n. She is justified in her reason, but that doesn't stop her from feeling less valued. She wants to be seen as valuable, so she doesn't often go to anyone for help. Fearing that it would make her look less valuable to whoever.

Depressed. y/n may smile and laugh, but that doesn't mean she's not dealing with depression. Having trouble getting out of bed and whatnot was one of the factors that made her quit being a vigilante.

People pleaser. Trying to show her value as a person by doing what most say. Or just trying to avoid as much conflict as possible.

Notable Things About y/n

Art is what she uses to express herself. Drawing or writing (totally not self-indulgent) are the primary examples. Won't or couldn't bond with Damian over this because he doesn't like her already and she's too afraid of opening herself up to him.

Baking things with Alfred if he has the time. It's therapeutic and helps combat anxiety. She also loves giving sweets to others seeing them enjoy it and showing that she’s not completely worthless.

Probably in a big sister program to provide support to those younger than her and prevent others from feeling lonely like her. As she isn’t able to help the family as much as she used to. Might even be a soup kitchen volunteer.

Hopes to have a job that’s in the creative field and move far out of Gotham. Will try to get into a college out of Gotham once she’s done with high school.

Either has a few or just one friend. Often spending the night at their place, so that she’s not alone.

Wants a normal, quiet life. Get married have kids or adopt if her partner wants to.

y/n as Batgirl

Let's say she was adopted by Bruce when she was 8. Taking about 2 to 3 years to train before even being allowed to patrol.

Become Batgirl before Jason gets killed and was probably somewhat close to Jason. His death showed the dark reality of vigilantism but wasn't what made her quit. Though it made her think of what the future would look like.

Meeting Tim, she wasn't malicious or anything. Quite the opposite and she was probably closer to Tim than Jason given that they were the same age. Didn't like the idea of having him become the next Robin since Jason's death was still recent, but didn't want to start an argument with Bruce.

It was kinda painful to see Tim dressed up as Robin as he almost looked like Jason. y/n coping that this is just keeping Jason's memory alive and she was the weird one for feeling uncomfortable.

Seeing how quickly Tim was able to gain the role of Robin while it took her a few years made her feel inadequate. Maybe she wasn't made for this but quickly got rid of that thought. Everyone learns at their own pace and Tim happened to be faster.

Jason coming back had y/n squealing out of pure happiness until he tried to kill everyone including her. Could see y/n being the one who nearly gets killed by Jason simply because she's never been a fighter. Too passive for her good. Also, she couldn't bring herself to punch him even before hearing all that he's been through.

There probably wasn't a traumatic event that led her to end her time as Batgirl. Just slowly realizing that this wasn’t her passion, feeling like an inconvenience when her depression knocks her down, and her insecurities. After quitting she avoided everyone as she couldn’t stand them trying to persuade her to not quit or expressing their disappointment in her.

By the time Damian comes around, she is not at all involved with Batman or the others. He mocks her, believing that she couldn’t handle the heat of being a hero which is partly true. If she has any inhuman power then I feel that Damian’s mocking would be more intense. Thinking that she has an advantage that one of them has yet still wasn’t enough and is wasting her power by being a civilian.

Going back to the Valeska twins. I think y/n would be more inclined to be loyal to Jeremiah if dating him rather than Jerome. Mainly because it takes him longer to harm innocent people while Jerome is just stabbing people for shits and giggles. She'd probably hope that there is a cure for the laughing toxin. Any horrible thing post-spray Jeremiah could be blamed on the toxin despite him stating otherwise. Her loyalty and hope would slowly be crushed by how the heinous acts are getting.

(I'd like to think that Jerome made the spray to change his physical appearance to look more like the Joker. Could see the Joker taking in Jerome to become the next "Joker". Was going to use it on himself until y/n expressed her distaste for the Joker. He wasn't going to stop working with or for Joker just because of that, but he wasn't going to use the spray. Which sucks because he worked so hard on it. Then just decided to use it on his brother for 3 reasons. 1) He didn't want it to go to waste. 2) He thinks it'd be funny. 3) Fuck Jeremiah.)

Having a break up with either Valeska is going to have y/n balling her eyes in her room. So the yandere family is just going to break down the door and act like they cared the whole time. "What are you talking about y/n? Us ignoring you? No, that isn't right, we hang out all the time." y/n would have liked the fact that her family cares enough to check on her, but it overwhelmed and freaked out by how sudden this is.

The family would encourage force y/n to start training with them regularly since there are two psychopaths after her. Not only will they be able to keep an eye on her, but also be able to catch up on all that time they missed.

I'm ending it here for now because I have other things to do. But I swear I'm going to get this written. No one's gonna read it, but I'm going to write cuz why not. Possible cover art for the story.

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