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coupleoffanfics · 11 months ago
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same person who said teehee(batfam related again xx)
so anyway!!!
you also mentioned that Selina likes y/n, and I seriously need a small drabble w their interactions! I bet that's why y/n likes cats so much! cause she was hanging out with Selina or with Selina in almost all her patrols hihihi
I hope you enjoy this anon. I just made them into HC, I hope you don't mind. Though if you aren't satisfied with it feel free to send another ask. 😊
Selina meets y/n when she takes the role of Batgirl. It's an average night for Gotham. Stealing jewels and whatever catches Selina's eyes. Then there's a little squabble with Batman.
She puts down her bag of stolen goods to fight. She is so focused on fighting with Batman that she almost doesn't notice the figure taking her bag and starts trifling though it. They take whatever they're looking for and place it back to where it belongs.
Batman and Selina are fighting while Batgirl! y/n is trying to put everything back to the way it was.
Oh, no there's some broken glass! Batgirl! y/n goes to the janitor's closet to grab a broom and sweeps up the glass. She might have pulled out the mop if she didn't notice an opening for her to strike.
The kick to the back didn't hurt Selina in the slightest, it just caught her off guard. Though Batgirl! y/n acts like she just stabbed Selina.
Blabbering about how she's sorry and hoped that it didn't hurt too much. But Selina fondly remembers how Batgirl! y/n admitted that she thought her cat ears looked cute.
After that they'll have little interactions every so often.
Maybe if they have a fight or something Selina will say, "You don't want to get hurt do you, Kitty?" Then young Batgirl! y/n smiles. Slightly puffs out her chest, "I'm no Kitty. I'm a Chickadee, that's what my Mama called me." Selina then just calls her Chickadee after that.
Young y/n finds out about Selina's real identity when at a Gala. She's probably goofing off with Tim or just sitting alone bored when she hears a familiar voice call her Chickadee.
She thinks it's a big secret knowing who Catwoman really is. Doesn't tell Bruce or even Tim even though they knew long before her. Thinks she hot shit with this information and believes she's just best friends with Selina than the other two. No, y/n you aren't supposed to befriend the criminals!
Honestly a few villains might hear about the little nickname y/n was giving and mock her. "What are you going to do about it, Chickadee?" She always pouts a little before saying, "You aren't allowed to call me that!"
If there was a big fight going on, Batgirl! y/n was severely injured Selina would jump in. Depending on how bad the injury is she'll either defend y/n from anymore harm or just kidnap her.
y/n wakes up in a cozy bed with some cats laying around her. She's convinced she's found haven. Spends the rest of the night with Selina as she introduces y/n to all her cats.
They just have a little soft spot for each.
y/n wants hugs. She's a touch starved goblin, but she's too scared to ask. Though if she just asked Selina, she'd gladly give her as many as she wanted.
At the start y/n isn't given too much "freedom" during patrols. She's still young, inexperienced, and not to mention she can be a bit innocent. Though when she has a few years under her belt, I could see Bruce begrudgingly letting her patrol on her own.
This isn't where the family neglect starts, so Bruce is pretty connected to her. Not to mention that Jason was probably still in the back of his mind.
I couldn't really see y/n being one to skip patrol duty. Too much of a goody-two-shoes to really do that. Though I could see Selina coming by to play around and distract her from her duty.
Selina could be doing this from boredom or wanting to see the girl relax. A kid shouldn't be so serious. They should be growing up and being care free. She'd also like for y/n to grow up and not become so brooding like her father. Though thankfully y/n is willing to entertain Selina from time to time.
If things are calm, they might sit in alleyways to pet stray cats while chatting. Their conversations are nothing serious and quiet mindless honesty, but it's nice.
They can both just take a breath and bask in the cuteness of the alley cats.
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toulousewayne · 6 months ago
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Beyond the Bat: Pt I 🦇
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So I read a story a couple of months ago. It was about Terry McGinnis searching for and bringing all that Batboys (Ex:Dick,Jason,Tim, and Damian) back to the manor as an aging Bruce Wayne begins to die. I liked the story and premise of it. It made be think of stuff I wrote a long time ago and maybe I could write something similar but different. Especially with a reader instead of Terry. So let me know what you think. ;)
Batfamily x batsis!reader
Synopsis: Three years since Bruce’s disappearance, and with all of Batman’s former Robins gone, Gotham is under protection of the Batwoman, but she will need help to take on one of Gotham biggest Civil Wars ever.
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A seasoned and experienced Vickie Vale comes on the screen of a television. “It’s been three years since the mysterious disappearance of Billionaire-Philanthropist Bruce Wayne, Wayne was on a flight to Shanghai for a business trip when the flight was thrown off course. Still to this day the flight, crew or Mr. Wayne have been seen. Wayne Enterprise Chairman Lucius Fox released a statement.”
“Today marks three years since Mr. Wayne disappearance. I-I was originally supposed to born the plane but Bruce…he felt that he needed to go instead.” He swallows,” After consulting with authorities and with permission from the Wayne Estate I come before you to declare Bruce Wayne as dead. Normally this is something done after seven years,but the family has asked for this closure. We respect their wishes. No further common.” He leaves as several reports and journals ask question after question.
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Vickie returns, “This was from the press conference earlier today. A private memorial service will be held for Wayne early next week. We from the GCN family as well as Gotham Thank you for your contribution Mr.Wayne and may you find peace wherever you are. I’m Vickie Vale and have a good night.”
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Gotham City was a sea of old rotten gothic buildings and shiny overgrown skyscrapers. Gotham had been the early stages of becoming more a city of tomorrow. Though the plans had fallen without Bruce. Most of north Gotham was now being rebuilt and renovated, the lights of the older city still shinned just a light more dim due to the new LED light that consumed the night.
Sirens filled the night and busy traffic and honking on every corner. Three squad cars fly down the road chasing after two armed trucks.
Gunfire rings the night and civilian duck away from the street.
“Pull over! This is GCPD!” The cars race onto the bridge and barrel pass cars causing some minor accidents in its wake.
“Lenny,should we stop?” A rookie driver swerves from running into a gas truck. The goon beside him pulls off his skii mask and takes an assault rifle.
“And risk getting thrown into a cell, I’d rather die than let the boss know we got caught, keep drivin.”
Lenny takes the gun and starts firing towards the squad cars. Taking out of the tires causing it to crash into a three car accident.
“Pigs, still too slow for Rupert Throne men.” The car speeds up and then faint sound a ringing as the goons look at each other.
“Did you hear that?” The car jerks as they’re rammed into. “The fuck?”
The turn to see the Batmobile flying towards them.
“It’s the fucking Bat!” The driver floors the gas and takes the exit into East Gotham. The take a sharp turn and rush down the road.
The Batmobile rams into the truck again and the driver runs over a bus stop and light rail.
“Do something!” He shouts. Lenny takes the gun and fires at the car. The bullets fly off the car without a scratch.
“Shit.” The car speeds besides them and slide swipe the truck. It barrels over the Batmobile and crashes into a store front. The goons groan. Lenny takes a pistol and leans out the window.
The Batmobile is parked on the other side of the room but it’s not moving.
“Where’d he gooooooo-“ he fires the gun as he yanked from the window and the sound of punches and grunts are heard. The lanky drive makes a run for it but only get five feet before his foot his tied and he pulled across the ground and pulled up toward the truck.
“Help!!”
The figure leaps down and towers over him. It draws closure until the grab him by the shirt.
“Where’s Throne?” A gruff female voice snarls.
“Look-lady I don’t know.” He punched in the stomach.
“I won’t ask twice.” She grips him tighter.
“He fled this morning, we were supposed to take this stuff to the docks and that’s it I swear.” He cries.
Batwoman grins, “That was so hard was it.” And she punches him in the face knocking him out cold.
Squad cars and a transport truck arrive seconds later. Another black Police van arrives and Commissioner Barbara Gordon wheels her way to the scene.
“Another one of Throne men?” The older woman pushes her glass up. She huffs, “Any word on where he went?”
“He’s left this morning, knowing him he told his men one place and went in the complete opposite direction.” Batwoman holds a phone out and hands it to the Commissioner.
“You think he’d left something at his mansion, he’s not a sharp as he used to be. He’s getting sloppy with his trails.” She turns in her chair as Batwoman hoped into his car.
“I’ll find out.” The car raced down the street towards the outskirts of the city.
“Alfred.” Alfred appears on the screen. He’s more weather and more grey than normal but the older man is still able to assist anyway he can.
“I see you have stopped the stolen goods from reaching the Harbour, I take it as that will conclude your night?”
“Not likely, Rupert Throne’s men said he fled town this morning, any activity on his bank accounts, or the offshore ones?”
“You’d think a man of his age would learn to stop his shenanigans,but I digress. Three days ago $100,000 was withdrawn from his checking account. Nothing sense.”
Batwoman nods, “I’m heading to his house, Barbara thinks he’s getting sloppy and I agree.”
“Very well ma’am,I will be here if you need anything.”
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Batwoman drops down in front of the doors to the office and pushes it open. She swiftly moves inside and feels the air is stiff.
She scans the room and sees that it looks slightly messy. Papers scattered around the room and desk, the fire is long gone and it’s cold. The chairs at pushed to the ground and safe is wide open. She glides to it and scans it.
“His finger prints are recent. At least..three days old.” The glances into the safe to find it empty.
She worlds around the find the door toward the hallway ajar. She ventures into the dim hallway. She turns a corner and is shocked at the scene before her.
“Agent A, I’m sending live footage to the Batcomputer.”
“My word, it’s a massacre.” The hallway is full of Throne’s men dead, blood, painting the marble tiles and splattered across the walls.
“Who could have done such butchery?” Alfred asks. Batwoman check the body of one of the men.
Batwoman stands up,” judging by the smell of decomposing and state of the bodies the time of death was 72 hours ago.” She passed by the remaining bodies until she comes to two large wooden doors with blood splattered and a dagger embedded in it. She pushes it and across the room his the master bed with Rupert Throne’s body.
“That smell, he’s been here for just as long.”
“Dear Lord, and no one knew.”
She scans his body and finds a large gash in his chest.
“He was stabbed with a sword.” She scans his hand and find gun power. She finds the gun on his bed and she able to tell he used it.
She looks at the door and sees blood. She scans it and it doesn’t match the blood from the hallway or Rupert’s. She finds a blood trail the leads to the balcony. Old bloody bandages are found along with the bullet.
“Seems like whoever was there wasn’t able to do the job without getting injured. I can’t track any blood trails it been to long and the rain has washed it away.”
“I’ve already notified Ms. Gordon she’s in route.
Batwoman looks toward the city across the bridge. “Something’s missing Alfred, and I’m going to find out.”
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The Batmobile races through the waterfall and down the platform until it stop. Batwoman climbs out and takes the lift down toward the Batcomputer where Alfred sits and the computer with a cup of tea.
“And how was the rest of the night ma’am?” She pulls off the cowl and pushes her dark locks from her face.
“There’s assassins back in the city.” She begins typing and pulls up the three other crime scenes.
The two look at each one. A victim with either a single large gash or several closely net ones are the on the screen.
“It’s not the small killer, the one that killed Throne and his men are different than these three. These victims were struggling and suffered. Throne’s was quick.”
“As quick as having a sword shoved into your chest can be I presume.” H sips his tea and stands with his cane. He moved quietly as he always did but a little more slower.
Y/n sighs, “Is he awake?”
Alfred stops at the elevator and nods. “He’s been up for sometime, I’ll prepare breakfast.”
Y/n stands up and was to the display cases. All different suits.
Starting with a few of Bruce’s old suits, then the original Robin and Batgirl suits. Finally she stops at of last suits. Bruce’s last suit was in mint condition as he left it.
She turns to the empty case and start placing her gear in it.
—-
She emerges from the office and ties her hair up waking into the kitchen.
“Mommy!” A little boy with brown hair and blue eyes smile with syrup all over his face. Y/n wipes his cheeks and smiles.
“Did you sleep well?” The five year old boy nods while eating his food.
“Finish up so I can take you to school.” She walks toward Alfred who’s making a plate for her.
“It still feels weird to leave her sometimes.” She takes the mug from him as well and sips on her coffee.
“Master Bruce wanted to be sure you were safe while he was gone. I don’t think he indeed for it to be permanent but he enjoyed the company as do I.” Y/n rolled her eyes.
“If you say so, though I will say we enjoy it with you Alfred. Even considering the circumstances.” Alfred gives her a weak smile and begins washing dishes.
“I guess most Assistants don’t get his kind of attention, or is it due to the fact I keep Bruce on his toes.”
Alfred smiles, “It had been sometime since someone annoyed him the way you did, and I think it loved having someone to color with again.” He glances at Rowan who has finished his food and brings the plate to Alfred.
“What do we say Rowan?”
“Thank you Alfie.” He sings. Alfred smiles warmly at the kid.
“You’re very welcome, now run along and get your shoes so you can go to school.” Rowan runs out the room and Y/n hums.
“These Assassins, do you think they killed Bruce?” She asks. The room is still.
“I don’t know, but I must say I wouldn’t be surprised. I’ll contact Ms. Gordon and see if she has any information.”
Y/n places her mug down and walks to the foyer where Rowan has his shoes on with his backpack.
She slides into her sneakers and grabs her keys. “Let’s go kid.”
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After dropping off Rowan Y/n pushed through the doors of Wayne Enterprises. Some of the staff waved at her while some held other emotions.
She walked past the front desk and into the elevator towards the top floor. She is met the receptionist Sara who doesn’t look up from her computer.
“Good Morning, do you have an appointment with Mr. Fox?”
“Really Sara.” The ginger grins and looks toward the woman.
“How are you hun?”
“I’m good, about as good as anyone.” The double doors open and Lucius waves her inside.
“I’ll talk with you later.” Y/n walked into the large office where Lucius turned to an old chest table and unlocked hidden elevator. They take it down in the underground bunker.
“So what have you crafted this time?” She grins with her arms crossed over her chest eyeing the new prototypes.
He nods takes a blue batarang, he throws it and it instantly electrifies the dummy.
“Fancy.”
Lucius picks up a device and hands it over to Y/n. “This was something Bruce wanted crafted, I’m still getting it fine tuned but it’s useable. Alfred filled me on our new decline of population use it and it will instantly capture and give a small concentrated burst of energy to those wrapped in it. Should help should you get out numbered by assassins.”
“How thoughtful, I appreciate it. Though I’m sure you giving me new tech isn’t the only reason you wanted to see me so soon. What’s going on?”
He takes a seat and sighs. “Bruce’s memorial is next week. They’re gonna be some changes with stuff around here. Now I’m not leaving per se but with him…gone. My attention will need to be focused more on the business side for a while. I’ve asked Luke to come home he’ll be helping craft some more stuff for you while I’m busy.”
She nods. “I understand, I appreciate you still being able to help.”
He gets to his feet slowly, “My kids now I’d never leave this unless I died. But with his services coming there are something’s that will change for you too I’m sure.”
“I asked what will happen to the manor and the cave. Alfred it’s not just his decision,what does that mean?”
Lucius nods, “Bruce’s son will have to decide what will become of his estate. And they’ll all have to agree,not sure how that’ll go.”
The exit the elevator and the office returns to normal. “Let me know how the device works.” Y/n thanks him before leaving and returning to the manor.
She immediately enters the cave, where Alfred is waiting.
“Ms. Gordon is on the line for you.” Y/n sits her purse down and answers.
“What’s wrong Commissioner?”
“You’re not gonna believe this, the mayor was just killed in his office. How fast can you get down here?”
———
Batwoman emerges from the corner of the office. Barbara looks frustrated as the CSI team dust for prints, take pictures and exam the mayor’s corpse.
“When did you find him?” Batwoman strolls toward the body as a few tech move away.
“Just after lunch, his wife found him.” Batwoman scans the body. She notices the same claw marks and a golden dagger imbedded in his chest.
She takes it out and glances at it. The craftsmen was old but it was just as good as if it was made yesterday.
She returns to the Commissioner who she shows the blade to in a clear bag.
“I’ve never seen it before, can’t say it isn’t something new for use.”
“I don’t think this is a common killer this is the work of something more sinister.” Barbara nods and something catches her eye. It’s a small piece of paper with the same dagger holding it into the wall.
Batwoman takes it and unfolds the paper. She read it and turns to the Commissioner.
“I have to go.” Before Barbara can question her she’s already gone from the balcony.
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As nightfall begins to sit in Batwoman lands on a rooftop of a hotel with the red neon lights of the building flashing.
She scans empty rooftop and comes to a stop, she dodges left as three morning stars are sent flying. She throws smoke and evades another wave of the weapons.
She backflips from a sword attack and disarms the person causing them to stumble. She begins to fight the ninja and is hit a few times.
“You are no match for me, impostor.” She spats. The ninja kicks Batwoman back and she stumbles giving the ninja time to drive a dagger into his thigh.
“You are nothing like your Predecessor. He was a lot more quicker.” She kick Batwoman who punches her in the side.
Ninja regains her balance and glares at her. “You’ll pay.” She picks up the sword and turns to the her.
“Who are you?” The ninja draws her blade at her throat.
“I am apart of the League of Assassins those who don’t want to be apart of the sorry and pathetic League it as become. Me and my faction are purists who only serve Ra Al Ghul and we will complete his mission. Neither you or this court will stop us.”
“What—court.” The ninja chuckles, “You don’t know, the Court of Owls. Your predecessor was on to them before they killed him. They will try to take Gotham back but we will defeat them, we already have the last known location of the Pits something they can’t recreate, they’ll to will bow before greatness—
Batwoman knocks the woman down and disarms her once more. The two are in a fight for the sword and Batwoman pulls the Assassin way and pulls off her mask.
The woman has a short black bob with a white strike throw her hair.
“Who,are you?” Batwoman huffs. She yells as a dagger is driven into her back.
“Mistress are you hurt?” Another assassin yanks the blade out of Batwoman.
She grins, “I am.” She gets her feet. “My name will be the last thing you hear before the poison kills you, I’m Nyssa and don’t worry about Gotham I’ll take good care of it.” And true to her wound everything went blurry and fuzzy. The last thing Y/n felt was hot then cold and everything faded to black.
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The flashes of light, sound of being and muffled voices come in and out before slowly Y/n wakes up in the cave to the faint beeping of machines. She sits up and groans as a hand is placed on her’s.
“Barbara?” The older woman nods and squeezes her hand.
“Are you alright the poison nearly killed you?” Y/n tries to sit up but is pushed back down by Barbara.
“You need to rest, Leslie and Alfred worked on you for hours to make you stable you need to give your body time to heal.” She offers her a cup of water which Y/n takes in on gulp.
“Who got me off the rooftop?” Her voice is gruff.
“No, Alfred called in some help.” They both turned to a woman Y/n never wanted to see, at least she hoped.
“Hi kitten.”
“Hello,Selina.” Barbara wheeled out of the room and Selina drew closer taking her spot.
“Alfred called me, he was worried. I happened to be back in—“
“…I don’t care why you’re back, or what you’ve come to steal. I don’t want your help.” Selina kept a somewhat vague smile.
“I understand you hate me for leaving you-“
“My entire life was spent in and out of neighbors houses, in the system because you kept getting sent back to Blackgate. You were never there for me, you or my father you talked on and on about. I’m twenty-five and still don’t know who he is or was knowing you. So I don’t need your help. Not now and not again.” Y/n laid back down and grumbled in pain turning to look at her monitor. “You can go Selina.”
Selina nodded and exited the room. A few moments later Alfred entered and sighed.
“Ms. (L/N) You do know the extent of your injury. I needed to remind you what could have happened if Ms. Kyle wasn’t in the vicinity?”
“….”
He sighs,”Very well, while you were done Ms. Gordon and I had to find the Assassin next move. They’re going to kill everyone in their way in order to defeat one another I hate to say it but we do need the assistance.”
If looks could Alfred thought to himself. “I assume you I’m not referring to Miss Kyle, you’re going to need more than one person to help you take on two deadly threats.”
Against his advice Y/n gets to her feet and exits the medical bay and made a beeline for the computer and begins typing away until four files appear on screen.
“He didn’t talk much about them.” She mumbles to herself.
“They all had their own problems and struggles with Master Bruce. But they all knew when he needed the help, I just pray you’ll ask unlike he wouldn’t.”
“Where can I find them,most of these files are four years old and no known addresses for any of them?”
Alfred moved to the side as Barbara wheeled up to the computer and began typing away as if no time had passed.
“Dick will be easy to find, maybe not to recruit. He owns a martial art and gymnastic studio in East Bludheaven. Tim lives in New York he mostly keeps quiet with attending tech events. The others will take me time to find them, they tend to go off the grid.”
Y/n nod, “I drive out in the morning—“
“I’ll take you to Bludheaven myself, I’ve asked Ms. Gordon to look after Master Rowan for a few nights if that’s okay will you?”
Y/n nods,” I’ll pack.”
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Stepping onto the curb as a sharp wind bits through the air. Y/n pushes open the door into a dojo. A group of kids are doing routines.
She watches for a moment taking in the warm environment before someone walks behind her.
“Are you picking up or are you just here for the classes?” She turns to see a man in his late thirties. Black hair with sliver streaks, weathered features and bright sky colored eyes.
“Barbara wasn’t wrong, you do look the same.” He rolls his eyes and moves past her.
“Adult classes are Tuesday and Thursday, sign up sheet-“
“I don’t need lessons,” she grabs his arm. “But I do need your help.”
Dick removed his arm and turns to her slowly, almost as if his gaze his scanning her from head to toe.
“So,” he leans in a lowers his voice, “Your the new Rookie.” He smirks which in turns makes Y/n scowl.
“I’ve been at this for three—“
“Try a few decades. Look I know about you you’re not the first detective and probably won’t be the last. But I’m done with capes, cowls and spandex I left that life and I left Gotham.”
He walks past the students with Y/n following him.
“Look I don’t know what your relationship with Bruce was like-“
He scoffs and sits at his desk, “Be thankful for that.”
She narrows her gaze at some photos. Some with other boys younger than him and some of him younger than that.
“I came here for help for Gotham, you know as well as I do that Bruce cared about his mission. I’m not asking you to help me for him, but for the people you care about that are still there. For the memories you still have there the good one and the bad ones.” Dick turns away from her.
“I’m sorry but you need to leave, I can’t help you.” He stands up and opens the door for her. She shakes her head and leaves.
“That was a waste of time, think the others will be much help?” She slides back into the car as it drives down the street.
“I can’t say for sure, but I’ve prepared the jet for you, Master Timothy is in New York and he’s attending a gala.” Y/n sighs in her seat.
For the love of God why are your sons so stubborn Bruce?
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sabage101 · 1 year ago
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I am so convinced if one of the batboys were going to propose to someone, they would ask Selina for help picking the rings cause she has the best taste in jewelry and she’s knows exactly what to pick
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secretsandwriting · 2 years ago
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The New Wayne *Discontinued*
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When Bruce's kids are gone for a mission predicted to last 3 years, Bruce can't deal with (Temporary) manor empty of kids so he of course adopts again and starts training them as the new Batgirl, of course the day the adoption is finalized the mission is completed and his other kids are coming back home.
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Happy Hallowayne (a toddler!batsis Halloween special)
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Part 1 - Prepare for trouble…
Things had been calm in Wayne matter for the majority of October
No major accidents had happened during patrol or outside
Bruce and Selina hadn’t had any of their occasional existential crisis where one of them thought that the other would be better off without them or vice versa
Jason hadn’t started a fight with Bruce
Damian hadn’t seriously stabbed someone
and generally the siblings had been getting along well
then halfway throughout the month - once the carved pumpkins and spooky scary skeletons appeared - Dick had the idea
This was the first time in ages that the entire family was a) alive, b) in contact and c) not on missions and at the ripe age of six, you we’re finally at an age where (with enough protection and safety measures) you would be allowed to finally go trick and treating
And not only that, Dick thought, this year they’d finally get around to throwing a halloween party just for them and their friends without any of the rich snobs that usually appeared at Galas
Quick as a flash Dick had gotten almost all of his siblings on board
Damian was acting rather indifferent even though on the inside he was somewhat curious about the whole ordeal since it would be one of the first times he’d be able to do something like that
Jason loved the idea just so he could keep his title as the best prankster in the family (something very controversially discussed between the children), since halloween was probably the best time for that
Tim had originally planned to just chill at his flat, watch some scary movies and eat all the candy he could get his hands on, but Dick’s proposal sounded like it would end in family chaos and he couldn’t think of any movie that would be more entertaining than that
Cassandra - while familiar with the concept of Halloween - wasn’t all to interested in it, but then Steph had talked to her about all the cool couple costumes they could do and since making her best friend happy made her happy she was down
Duke and Barbara were both all for a nice halloween get together because they both didn’t really have anything better to do and for Duke especially it would be one of the first times he’d get to spend a special day with his family without any… trouble
And for the littlest Wayne… well
once you had gotten wind of it, immediately being over the moon just at the thought of getting to dress up all fancy in a costume and getting to go around just for people to give you candy? for free? Yes, you were all in for the idea and you were basically buzzing with energy and excitement just minutes after he had told
There was no way they were gonna let you be disappointed after having seen your smile just at the idea
Now while growing up the way you did, you were incredibly good at hiding secrets from other people for a six year old, but you weren’t the best at being able to decide what you actually needed to keep to yourself until someone told you, so when your mother came into the room right after Dick had told you about the idea you immediately jumped over to her and told her all about it
Selina smiled at you and then looked at Dick with a raised eyebrow, effectively communicating her interest and doubt about the whole ordeal
“Mommy, mommy, will you dress up too?” you asked her with shining eyes and at that moment she also decided that this was probably a good idea
“Well of course I will, it wouldn’t be a halloween party if we weren’t all dressed up right?”
“So dad will too?”
Cue to dick imagining the usual stoic Bruce in a cliche halloween costume
he couldn’t decide what idea he liked most: Bruce in a cheap skeleton costume or Bruce dressed up as a ghost
in the end he decided the funniest image was that of his dad wearing a badly made superman costume
of course Bruce himself didn’t actually know about the party in planning yet - or had approved it for that matter, but there was one step that was by far more important than telling him
They had to convince the one with whom the idea would either rise - or fall: Alfred
“So, who is going to ask him?” Dick wondered aloud as he walked through the main living room with you peacefully slumbering in his arms. Having all agreed to help out with his Halloween-plans, quite a few members of the family had gathered - in fact it was almost surprising that no bomb had blown up yet with how things usually went when so many of them were present. Sitting, standing and lying all throughout the room were Dick and you - as mentioned before - Selina who was nursing a cup of tea with Alfred the cat cozily lying on her lap on an armchair, Cass, Steph and Tim were playing uno on the floor, Jason and Damian were each sitting on one of the sofas each cleaning their respective weapons and Duke and Barbara had been deep in conversation before Dick had spoken up, gaining all of their attention (except yours, still sleeping peacefully). Even though no one in the room vocally answered his question, all eyes immediately wandered over to Selina. Without so much as a sense of urgency, she took another sip of tea before shaking her head softly with a small smile. “I’m sorry to disappoint you, but I won’t take that upon myself, I’m willing to help you out with this, but that is something I cannot do.” “Why not? Alfred will listen to you.” “Probably, but - and call me selfish - I’d rather not be on the receiving end of all that is to come if this all blows over,” she shrugged and brought the cup back up to her lips, finished with her explanation. “So, Cassandra, my dearest sister-” Dick turned to the next person he thought would get Alfred to agree. “No,” she immediately rebutted. The oldest brother was about to turn to Barbara when he realized that almost everyone was looking at him with different levels of raised eyebrows and quickly figured out what was going on. “You all want me to do it, don’t you?” “I mean it was you’re idea after all you know,” Jason clapped him on the back in support, leaned down to give you a soft kiss on your forehead and left, being followed by most of the others.
So yeah it was Dick (and you since he had to at least have some secret weapon with him) who had to go through the final phase of bringing the plan in motion
He wasn’t sure what he expected to happen, but he assumed Alfred would have at least some level of resistance to his proposal
Instead, Alfred excitedly picked you up and began telling you about all the things he could bake and cook and how he’d decorate the ballroom and how glad he’d be to finally plan something different than a formal gala, especially if the whole family would attend
Dick was just left dumbfounded, but soon the excitement set in
oh yeah… the plan was in full motion now
also Bruce found out about it by pure coincidence when Alfred had him sign off on which decoration to buy and had to explain the whole thing since no one had remembered
Part 2 - Of Costumes and Chaos
The planning for the ‘Hallowayne’ party was still on the high when the next step of the halloween saga started
Since Alfred had made the party planning his full time job (beside the usual things he did in the Manor) and basically forbid anyone but Selena and Cassandra to help him out (even though he sometimes asked you for your opinion and took every of your reactions very serious) it left the rest of them with more than enough time to plan the part of the evening that they were probably most excited for
The costumes
The most invested in the idea were probably Dick, Stephanie and you
Stephanie was still hell bent on the idea of having matching costumes for her and Cass (and Ideally everyone else too, but she knew that was a fight she’d loose) and after she had thought about dozen of different possible ideas, she set her sight on Daphne and Velma from Scooby doo
Cass - who didn’t care about the whole costume thing too much - was actually rather happy about the idea
Dick was switching what he wanted to go as every second hour, but he almost always came back to one idea that was playing into the inside joke of his cereal addiction and so his siblings were pretty sure he’d stay with the whole ‘cereal killer’ costume
the rest of them either already had decided what they were going as or didn’t care so much as to plan it so far in advance (an exception was Jason who absolutely refused to tell anyone, even you, what he was going on but insisted it would blow their minds)
honestly Tim had been kinda worried he’d arrive in a joker costume and traumatise the entire family, but he gave Jason the benefit of the doubt, claiming him innocent until proven otherwise
Now what they were all very invested in was your costume
Because hell was unleashed after an off-side comment from Selina about how she had thought of making you a baby-Batman costume when you were still a baby, too young to decide for your own what you had wanted to dress up as (not that there really was a need to dress up since you’d spent the day in the manor anyways)
Oh, the inspiration that this comment gave the other family members
Because just! Im! ag! ine!
Little you in any of their costumes? They would die happy people
So of course that means war because you can only dress up as one of them
Prepare for all of them to try to smother you as much as they can and make you like them best (which they usually did as well, but this time it was x10)
They show you pictures of their costumes and told you about how cool they looked and why they looked so much cooler than any of the others
Damian even went so far to let you wear his cape around the house - something that you loved to do but were always forbidden from
Even Selina joined in, with the unfair advantage of the fact that it was just genetically for you to love cats
It slightly escalated from there on with everyone wanting you to pick them and once Bruce caught you with Jason’s helmet and a(n unloaded) gun running through the halls with your siblings chasing after you, he put down a strict rule that you could go as virtually everything you wanted as long as it wasn’t a hero
any hero at that, because while he didn’t the chaos within the manor to continue the way it did, he hated the idea of you wearing the costume of a different hero even more
after that they all tried to brainstorm ideas for which costumes would be best for you, but you changed interest so often that there was no way to find the best - especially since you yourself couldn’t choose
It was Damian who found the solution - more or less
It had been his turn to bring you to bed - a very desired task in the manor - and you had begged him to read you a story and since it had been your favorite tale from the moment you could think, he had chosen the copy of Alice in Wonderland that had belonged to the family ever since Bruce had been small
While he was reading about how Alice fell down the rabbit hole, your tired, little self just muttered: “I wanna be Alice… and you can be the white rabbit… alway so late…”
It was Saturday exactly one week before the party and one week and a day before Halloween since they had decided to throw the party a day before to give all their friends who had… other plans… on this very criminally active day of the year time for their secondary occupation. They had still no idea what you could go to the party as and by this point everyone else, except you, Tim, Damian and your parents had decided and bought / prepared everything for their own costumes. Now, almost all ideas had been thought of yet and none of them seemed to satisfy. Until that very Sunday, when Damian had left rather early with Titus and only came back in time for the weekly manor lunch that was usually attended by everyone available. This weekend it was only him, you, your parents and Tim who had had the time so it was rather calm that day. As you were munching on pancakes, sitting between Bruce and Selina, who were talking to Tim about their weeks and Wayne Ent. Damian and Titus came into the room and Damian was holding three filled-up Paper backs in his arms that he let promptly fall onto the table. “Oh, welcome back Damian, how was your… walk?” Selina greeted him, but posed the end of the sentence as a question considering that usually his walks didn’t end in shopping sprees. “It was agreeable, I have bought something.” “Yes, we can see that-” Bruce smiled at his son and motioned to the bags, “-what is it that you bought?” Instead of answering, Damian turned towards you and held his hand out. “Uhkti, would you mind coming with me for a moment?” “Uhu,” your answer was as happy as always as you quickly jumped off your chair and rushed into your brother's arms who, without so much of a second of consideration, picked you up along with one of the backs and disappeared into the next room over. The suspense was high as your parents and older brother all waited for Damian and you to return, fuelled by an outcry of joy and the giggles that followed that they heard coming from you. A few more minutes passed and the expectations and questions in the gathered people’s minds grew, but then the door opened again and Damian came inside wearing a headpiece with two white rabbit ears much to everyone's surprise. Looking stoic as ever, like he wasn’t even aware of what was on his head, he cleared his throat and straightened up as if preparing to make a declaration. And declare he did: “May I introduce to you: Alice.” Into the room you came, a black bow in your hair, wearing the typical baby-blue puffy dress along with a white apron, shiny black shoes and black and white striped tights. “Oh, Y/N honey, you look amazing,” Selina cued at you and even Bruce looked at you in awe, “ can you do a little twirl for us darling?” You did as you were told and relished in how the wide skirt flew through the air around you. “Damian, it’s perfect, thank you so much,” Bruce complimented his son who puffed his chest out in pride, “I suppose you’re going to be the white rabbit then, yes?” “Correct father, in fact, I have bought costumes for all of us?” “Really all of us?” “Yes, all of the people in this room, Drake,” Damian rolled his eyes at his brother as he pulled different things out of the bags and threw them in front of their respective recipients. In front of Bruce was a very extravagant top hat and the most...interesting… suit he had ever seen, Selina gave Damian a half amused-half annoyed glare at the bright purple/pink cat ears and literal cat-suit and Tim looked at the human-sized fabric card and suit that he had been assigned to. He was about to complain about having to be the servant character until he thought about how annoyed Dick would be that he wasn’t part of this group costume and was immediately happy about his costume.
Part 3 - The life of the party
The day of the Hallowayne-party had arrived and almost everyone was there
Diana had arrived in a very convincing Kleopetra costume and the vibe she was sending off was definitely fitting the character
The entire Kent family - meaning Clark, Lois, Jon, Conner and Kara - had arrived in a full on Addams family ‘cosplay’ with Clark and Lois rocking Morticia and Gomez, Kara and Conner shining as slightly to tall versions of Wednesday and Pugsley and Jon hiding his actual form behind a curtain of hair that made him unmistakingly cousin it
Some highlights throughout the rest of the guests (most of them other justice league members and others who were aware of the secrets of most guests) were: Barry going as guy Fieri, Kate dressed as a Shiebo from Kim possible, Titus who was wearing two more realistic versions of his head which gave him the appearance of the cutest version of Cerberus, Barbara who rolled into the room with a realistic mermaids tail making you ignore the conversation you had with Jon and rush over to her excitedly, completely entranced and Alfred and Duke who had, without planning, both bought the exact same mummy costume leading to the most seriously said: “Well, one of us is going to have to change,” that Alfred had ever and will ever say
The party was in full swing, everyone was having a great time talking, dancing, joking and eating the amazingly horrible looking, but great tasting, horror treats that Alfred had made
and then Jason arrived…
...wearing a superman costume
Most of the people found it hilarious - with Clark at the front - and the others (meaning: Bruce) were not all too amused by it
During the party, you talked to almost everyone in the room - everyone was delighted by your presence and they all complimented you on your costume - but constantly at your side were only Damian and Jon (who liked hanging out with you and Damian together because it made Damian more happy and a lot more soft because he refused to swear or threaten people in front of you)
People also wanted to compliment Damian’s rabbit costume but one very serious glare from him made them think twice about it
Cass and Steph - or Velma and Daphne as they wanted to be addressed that day and that day only - Dick, Tim, Jason and Duke also tagged along with you for a few minutes a time
Only late at night, it was almost one am and the party was still going strong even tho a few guest had had to leave at a point of time and then came back with a suspicious bruise or a piece of their costume missing, was when the peace and calm and enjoyable nature of the occasion was slightly disrupted
Jon had left your little gang to make a picture with everyone in his family so they could show of their costume in form of a picture on their mantlepiece
You had become a bit more quiet as the evening had progressed which no one could blame you for since it was a long time after your bedtime and you must have been tired, but when you asked Damian if he could get you one of the brain-cupcakes and a ‘blood’ soda, he told you to wait for him and went to get it for you
But when he came back, soda and cupcake in hand with Titus now trodding after him again after having spent most of the day lounging around the buffet…
...you were not there
all hell broke loose as the music was stopped and alfred asked if anyone knew your whereabouts over the microphone
After that it was like a search party started and it was almost as if no one remembered that they had super powers (especially the Kents) as they went about searching for you
It was Damian who had the only logical idea that evening…
“Where is she??? Is she under the buffet table?” “No I’ve already checked, behind the stage curtains?” “It’s a no show.” “SOMEONE BETTER FIND ME MY DAUGHTER OR I’LL GET HARLEEN HERE!” “Please calm down Selina, she can’t be far, I’m sure she’s okay...children, you better make sure your sister is okay or I’ll personally ground you from patrol for the next seventeen years. No, not seventeen, seven hundred!” “Damian, I think your family will start killing soon-” Jon turned to his best friend as they were walking through the halls of the manor still hearing the Wayne family’s shout, “-I mean I can’t blame them, really can’t, but I don’t think that they’ll find her that way, it’s not the best tracking taktic…” Damian suddenly turned to him with wide eyes. “Tracking… Jon you’re a genius,” he exclaimed - much to Jon’s surprise as he wondered if Damian was already starting to lose his mind after having “lost” his sister. He quickly followed his best friend who was seemingly searching for something different than his sister. What that something was was quickly revealed to him when Damian shouted: “Titus? Where are you boy?” through the manor. The - currently three headed - dog quickly came running towards the two of them, his tail wiggling excitedly. “Go find Ukhti Titus!” Damian said and immediately Titus started sniffing through the air as he walked around, searching for a trace. As the two boys followed him Jon questioned Damian. “Doesn’t he need..like…something she wore or stuff like that?” Damian rolled his eyes but explained anyway. “Titus is the best at what he does, he surpasses every K9-unit the police has to offer, but yes, even he usually needs something to get on the right smell, but since he spends most of his time in this house - and also with her - her smell is - for a lack of better words - saved within his memory.” As if he wanted to prove what his favorite person had just claimed, Titus straightened up before racing down one of the halls. Damian immediately started running after him and so did Jon, just with a bit more usage of Superspeed to keep up with the surprisingly fast dog. Titus came to a stop in front of the entrance doors to the ballroom that had been closed during the turmoil. Jon sighed. “I guess since she spent most of her day there, he must have smelled her here, too bad, it was worth a try at least.” “No, Titus isn’t that big of an amature, if he smells her here, she probably still is in there,” Damian defended his best animal friend and opened the door, Titus slipping through it as soon as it was opened wide enough and rushing towards one of the windows that had been hidden by balck-out curtains. “She couldn’t be- It can’t be this easy right?” Jon looked at Damian with wide eyes and after taking a deep breath, the latter opened the curtain and voila! There you were, curled together on the little bench that acted as a windowsill, your thumb in your mouth - a bad habit you couldn’t shake off yet - and your eyes peacefully closed in sleepy delight. Without so much of a moment of pause Titus jumped onto the sill and curled up beside you. Now peace was able to return.
Part 4 - Trick or Treaty
Once everyone had been informed that you were back and enough pictures of their cute sleeping alice (made even cuter by a sleeping cerberus), they brought the party back (and you into your bed)
Suspiciously enough not all too long after you had been put to sleep, Daphne aka. Cassandra disappeared and even though Stephanie (or Velma) claimed to have no idea where the partner in crime went, the picture of her sleeping with you lying on her chest all too comfy would suggest otherwise
On the actual day of Halloween you slept in for far longer than you usually would, but given how long you had been up the day before, Selina and Bruce decided to let you sleep in
But even once you woke up you were utterly exhausted and tired from all the action of the day before
You managed to power through the day, walking with Damian and Titus, ballet training with Cassandra and playing pirates with the one-eyes Captain played by Jason and his second in command the brave and fearless pirate-princess-fairy-witch played by you, but once the time for the much anticipated Trick or Treat tour with your parents and Dick (who insisted on coming along since it had been his idea), something had to happen…
obviously it had to, it wouldn’t be a Wayne-holiday if not
“Who is it this time? The Joker again? Or is it Scarecrow?” Bruce asked with a sigh as he came into the cave in his Batsuit, looking around the room. From everyone who was not on patrol, meaning Alfred, Damian, Dick, Bruce, Selina and Barbara, only Alfred and Damian, who Jon had invited over to watch horror movies which they couldn’t watch in the manor in risk of you catching sight of them, were not down in the cave. “No, it’s none of them-” Barbara answered as she typed away on her keyboard and pulled up live footage of a certain lady in green wreaking havoc, “-It’s Ivy, seems there were just a few too many slaughtered Pumpkins this year for her taste.” “Aunt Ivy,” you happily shouted, but it quickly got muffled by your mothers hand. She hadn’t yet been able to tell Bruce that Harley and Ivy had been made occasional babysitters for you. “Great, fine, Dick suit up, it’ll take more of us to handle her, we’ll leave in two so get ready quickly,” Bruce - not having heard you - commanded. “But-” “No buts Dick, I know,” Bruce sighed and turned to you, who was sitting on your mothers lap trying to read a book (your family had started teaching you reading and writing not too long ago since you were quite a smart toddler - not that they’d expect anything else from the child of two of the most capable people in Gotham). He came to kneel in front of the chair Selena sat on to get on eye level with you. “Hey pumpkin… I’m really sorry, but-” he shook his head disappointed at himself, “-I’m afraid Ricky and I won’t be able to go Trick and Treating with you today, but your mom-” “Actually-” Selena interrupted him in his explanation, “-I think it would be better if I came along with you. You know Ivy, she isn’t… the most rational of people. I’ll contact Harleen too, she’ll be able to calm her down, especially since it’ll be their two year anniversary not too soon.” “Are you sure, shouldn’t you stay here with Y/N and-” “It’s okay daddy, I had so much fun yesterday so I understand that you can’t go out with me today,” you smiled at him with a sort of understanding but also sadness, “I’ll just stay here with Rara,” you shrugged, earning you a wink and smile from Barbara before she turned back to her screens. “That’s very mature of you baby,” Selina complimented you and patted your head lovingly, “I’m promising you that we’ll make it up next year, okay?” “Really?” you asked a bit doubtingly, starting to play with your hands. “There’s no way I’d let something come in between, deal?” Bruce offered you his pinky finger and you gladly accepted. “Deal,” you smiled, letting both of your parents give you a kiss, before jumping down from your mothers lap and running over to Barbara who happily let you climb onto her lap and assigned you one of the screens where she let you play a child friendly car racing game. You were entranced in the game for a while and when you closed it and cuddled into Barbara who was still busy, your parents and brother had long left. “You’re really tired for someone who wanted to go trick or treating, princess, aren’t you?” Barbara mused as she took one hand off of the keyboard, not changing pace even though she was now only using one hand, to caress your cheek as you looked up at her. “Can I tell you a secret?” you tiredly yawned. “Always, little one.” “I am really sleepy so I didn’t actually want to go out today, but I didn’t want to disappoint Ricky…” your voice got quieter with every word as you drifted off into a soft sleep not aware at the heart eyes Barbara made at just how much like - and yet somehow un-like your family you were. She could just about imagine how things would turn out once you actually went trick or treating - but that would be a story for next year...
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batcathuntress · 4 years ago
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interesting method’s batsis x batfam
request for @left-out-but-not-alone “one where batsis!reader is Jason’s age and they find out she’s been seducing the mob bosses of Gotham and gathering everything needed to put them in jail for life? they’re super surprised because they think she’s so innocent and they end up disturbing one of her “missions” and the mob boss tries to attack them but she incapacitated them?” very fluffy towards the end 
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your method’s were well very different from the rest of your family but they worked for you and that’s what was important, not to mention with the amount of dirt you now have on some of the biggest arseholes in Gotham you could clean up the streets and the’d never see the light of day again.
You had just finished up with your most recent client, some dick who was forcing kids to move drugs for him, you got everything you needed from him, men are weak they tend to give up a lot to any beautiful woman who cares enough to listen and with the promise of sex well they’ll spill anything to you, but you never let it get that far. those idiots are completely clueless, you just left him handcuffed to a poll outside the nearest police station. 
“hey” you jumped slightly and turned around to see Jason, you two were the closest in your family and that’s mostly because you are the same age so you’ve always been with him growing up and these past few weeks lying to him hasn’t felt right but if he knew what you were doing he will try to stop it, he has the image of you where you are the poster child for innocence and all he wants to do is protect you.
“b told me you went off on your own i just wanted to check on you” he said scanning you for marks 
“well he has robin so i thought i’d be more useful working this side of town, i heard there was a lot of drug activity so i thought i may as well check it out, but since nothing’s here i’ll be on my way” you tried to speed past him when he grasped your arm and turned your hand around to look at your cut knuckles 
“looks like you got plenty of action.” he said sternly 
“you sound like dad” you said rolling your eyes, “look i’m fine it was just some low level crook nothing to worry about” 
“well we should head back then and i can patch you up” he said eyeing you suspiciously, you tried not to show your annoyance, you had another ‘date’ tonight, he was supposed to be your last one and also the most dangerous so you kinda wanted to get it over with, not that beating these guys up didn’t give you a buzz but keeping it from your family has been frustrating to say the least, however thanks to Jason you’ll just have to skip it and do it tomorrow instead.
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“where did you go last night?” you looked up from your breakfast to see your dad staring at you
“just went to check on a hug that’s all” you said trying your hardest to convince the worlds greatest detective that you weren’t up to no good 
“mmhm” you looked over to see Jason narrowing his eyes at your excuse 
“hunch huh?, and how did that work out for you?” he said trying to get you to confess 
“i was right, i put a drug dealer away no biggie”
“what’s his name”
“believe it or not Jay i don’t stop punching to make small talk” you said hoping he’d drop it but you knew he wouldn’t and he purposely did this in front of your dad because now you can tell he’s caught on too, luckily your other siblings started walking in so the conversation got diverted but you could still feel Jay’s eyes on you.
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later that night you you slipped your costume into a your bag and hid it behind a dumpster next to the club you were meeting this boss in, you brushed down your dress and walked in whispering in the guards ear that you were looking for the man in charge, he walked you into a booth at the far end of the club where it was a lot less crowded and the black surrounding doors kept the majority of the noise out as soon as they were closed behind you, you thought you heard a click but figured you’d deal with that once you were done here.
“you’re late” he said sitting on a luscious couch with a drink in his hand 
“sorry, family drama”
“what’s a Wayne got to worry about?”
“i didn’t know we were here to talk about my family”, he narrowed his eyes and gestured for you to sit next to him
you slowly walked around the table and sat beside him making sure to distract him with your dress, it worked and you figured you may be able to speed this one along.
“so, why do you want to work for me?”
“is this a job interview?”
“isn’t it”
“well on the phone i thought we’d already decided that i would be working with you”
“yeah well that’s the bit i don’t get. Why would a stuck up rich brat like you want to work with a drug lord?”
“well maybe if you explained to me what exactly it is that you do then i’d be able to make a definite decision” you said knowing your mic was recording, you cut out everything you say and send it anonymously to detective Gordon, he’s found them to be very useful these last few weeks
you two talked for about an hour before you felt his hand gripping your thigh, you were about to knock him out and go to the back to change when you heard commotion outside the booth and before you could get up a guard swung the doors open and a stuttered out that batman was here before getting knocked out cold by your youngest brother Damian 
“robin?” you said trying to sound surprised and scared, your brother looked at you then looked at the hand on your thigh and went to attack the boss when grabbed a gun from under his leg but before he could shoot you kicked it out of Damian’s line of fire and and smashed the guys face into the table, you looked up shocked to find your entire family staring at you
“hey guys, what’re you doing here?” you said chuckling nervously knowing you were completely fucked 
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“how many times do i have to say i’m sorry for not telling you” you said tiredly as you all sat in the batcave 
“one more time wouldn’t hurt” Tim said sarcastically, you rolled your eyes at his comment and looked away from him
“dad would you at least look at me, please” you begged tears beginning to fill your eyes now, he turned around swiftly when he heard you sniffle 
“i’m not mad at you for what you did, i’m mad because you didn’t trust me enough to let me know about it. we could have helped you.” he said in a stern voice 
“i didn’t need help, i took down some of Gotham’s biggest mob bosses on my own, if this was done by one of the boys you wouldn’t be this upset and you know it”, your brothers looked down knowing it was true and Bruce got up sighing 
“i just worry about you”
“i know and i promise if i plan to do something like this again i’ll tell you”, you said smiling and to your surprise your dad smiled back
“i think we should all hug” Dick said completely ruining the moment and he already starting dragging us all together despite everyone’s protests
your family is slightly slightly messed up but at least you all care deeply about each other.
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thegoddamnfangirl · 6 years ago
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Do Cats Eat Bats? Do Bats Eat Cats?
Pairings: Batfam x Batsis!Reader
Requested by anon: Could you do one with the reader getting to know her father (Batman) and her brothers while her mother (catwoman) is in jail?
this request is so soft
 It had been a while. 
Bruce’s heart raced as he tracked Selina down to her location in an apartment building. 
 She hadn’t been in Gotham for so long-
Five years, to be exact.
It needled at him, that she was stealing. That she waltzed into Gotham and simply took the Jade Cat from it’s exhibit, and Batman was so struck with her appearance, after all this time, that he let her get away with it.
 Almost.
Selina was going to jail.
His mind flashed back to the last time he had seen her, the last time-
 She was pulling her jacket back on, slightly panting. The cowl had never felt heavier on his face, he wanted to pull it off but he couldn’t, he couldn’t give in to what he wanted, not anymore. He just had, and it was causing this little moment of weakness. 
 Selina Kyle had mysteriously left the city, soon after, and nothing Bruce Wayne nor Batman could do, would find her.
 He swung into the balcony of her apartment, landing softly. Finding his way inside, he hid in the shadows, waiting for her to come in. She invariably would.
 A cat mrrowed and brushed against his legs. He knelt to pet in slightly, noticing several others asleep in places around the room. Her bedroom. 
 The door opened. A woman’s shadow cut into the narrow strip of light allowed in from the hallway. She didn’t switch on the lights; stepping into the darkness of the room, she said, in a soft voice-
“Batman.”
 “Catwoman,” he said, moving forward.
 “Good to see you still cut an impressive figure,” she purred, coming closer. He didn’t move- her hands came to rest on his chest, and she tilted her face towards him.
 “I’d like to keep that Jade Cat, you know,” she whispered. “For old times’ sake?”
He almost replied, but the sound of the doorknob turning made her jerk back, pushing him away.
  “Mommy?”
The DNA was a match.
Batman sat staring at the screen. For a long time. A considerably long time.
This child was his.
Arresting Selina this time round had been one of the hardest things he'd ever had to do, so far. He'd felt for her daughter, this little girl with no fault in what was happening to her mother, and of course, he'd wanted to know who the father was. So he could make sure the girl got to her other parent safely. Of course. He wasn’t jealous, or anything. Of course.
He hadn't expected Selina to say-
"You."
Looking at her now, he started to trace a slight resemblance. The shape of her nose, the cut of her brows. The way she looked around the Batcave in a fixated way, taking everything in, in a manner not typical of children her age.
Her eyes met his. She stared. Hard.
"I want to go home," she said.
Bruce pulled off his cowl.
"(y/n)... Do you know who I am?"
"Batman," she replied. "You're Batman."
"I- yeah. Has your mother ever told you about me?"
"She says you put her in jail lots of times," the girl said, a frown on her face.
"Okay," said Bruce, wondering how to tell her.
"I want to go home," she repeated.
"Where is home?" He asked.
It took her a minute, and then she said-
"I want my mommy."
Bruce sighed.
"Uh, kid," he began. "I'm sorry, but I can't take you to your mother. She's... Busy. That's why she got me to bring you here, so I could take care of you while she's away."
The girl began to tear up.
"I want my mommy," she said, softly, as tears began to fall.
"I- don't cry. Please don't cry. It's okay, look, your mommy left you with me, and I'm your daddy, okay?" Bruce said, pushing his chair towards the panel on which he'd seated her.
She looked up sharply, the tears stopping. It reminded him exactly of Selina, how her countenance would turn from scared to devious in an instant.
"You're my daddy?"
"Yes," he nodded, processing the information he'd just given her. He had a daughter.
"What if you're lying?" She said, scowling.
"I'm not," he said. "If you want, I could get your mommy to call you tomorrow, and tell you herself."
"Also I have a DNA test," he added.
She looked around at the Batcave.
"I don't like them," she said, decidedly, her eyes following the bats. "You should get a cat."
"Do cats eat bats?" He asked, with a small smile.
"Do bats eat cats?" She returned, a smile lighting up her whole face.
"We should ask Dinah," he said, with scenes from his favorite childhood book flitting through his mind.
A taste he shared with his daughter, he thought.
The secret to children was to find what they liked, and make everything about it.
After a long conversation about Alice, Wonderland, the world through the looking glass, and the red Queen, (y/n) had decided that Bruce was, to some extent, trustworthy. He'd convinced her that it was time for bed, and she wouldn't let him tuck her in, yet, but he was sure they'd get there.
He'd changed out of his suit, seen that she was asleep, and then headed straight to Dick's old room, where he'd told Dick to meet him.
"Hey, B," Dick said, grinning. He was reclining against the bedstand, brushing his long hair.
"I never get time for hair care- I figured, while I was waiting, I might as well," he added to Bruce, who nodded impatiently and sat down on the bed beside him.
"So, whaddya hiding in the Batcave?" Dick asked.
"You like Damian, right?" Bruce asked.
"Yeah? He's-"
"I made another one,"said Bruce, breathing deep. "I went to Selina's to arrest her and she pulled a Talia on me. 'This is your daughter, bye'."
"DNA test confirms," he continued, answering Dick's unasked question.
For a few moments, Dick sat still, blank faced.
"I've...always wanted a sister!" He said, breaking into a wide grin. "What's her name? Can I see her? Have you told Dami yet? Will she be staying here?"
"Slow down, chum," Bruce grumbled. "I was hoping you'd tell Damian. It's important that he sees this as good news."
Four heads peered inside the room in a cartoonish way, one on top of the other.
Damian, his head poked in through the doorway, Tim craning his neck to see above Damian, Dick with his chin resting on Tim's head and Jason, the tallest, having a comfortable time. All gazes fixed on the young child asleep inside the room.
"She looks like Bruce," said Tim.
"I don't see it," Damian huffed.
"Maybe we shouldn't stare," Dick suggested.
"Shut up, Richard. This is recon," said Jason. "You know the threats involved in the case that Bruce has spawned another demon."
Damian hissed in Jason's direction, but he was so preoccupied with the thought of having competition- more competition- as his father's child, that he didn't do much else.
"She looks sweet," said Tim.
"So does Selina, all the while she's picking your car keys from your pocket," Jason pointed out.
"It's moving!" Damian backed up. "Everyone, out of sight, now!"
"Okay, enough being sneaky, guys," said Dick. "We'll get to know her when we get to know her."
Jason blew a raspberry at him.
Tim started to head in the direction of the breakfast room, and everyone followed suit.
"Do we have to talk to her?" Damian whispered to Dick.
"Nicely," Dick whispered back. "She's our baby sister."
"When I was her age, I'd killed over a hundred people and I was eligible for a doctorate," Damian said. "Point being, she's not much of a baby, Grayson."
Said "baby" sister turned up twenty minutes later at breakfast, washed but still looking drowsy. Her tiredness dissipated, however, when she saw the boys.
"Who are you?" She asked, scowling at them all from the doorway.
Dick looked up from his strawberry toast and smiled.
"We're-"
"-we should be asking you that," Damian interrupted. "This is our- my- house. Who are you?"
She looked caught off-guard. Scowling hard at Damian, she was about to say something, when Tim slumped and his face fell into his cereal.
"The sHIT!" He shot back awake, shaking his head. Jason burst into laughter and Damian looked at Tim with disgust, while Dick momentarily forgot (y/n) in his concern for his brother.
Tim shook cornflakes from his face, and smiled slightly at (y/n)'s bewildered stare.
"Sit down, kiddo," said Dick. "Would you like some breakfast?"
She stood still as a rock, staring at Tim.
"Why did you do that?" She asked, finally.
"Faint? I'm kinda tired, sorry," Tim shrugged.
"Oh my god," said Damian, when (y/n) remained fixed to her spot. "She's dull."
"You're dull," (y/n) snapped.
"Nobody is dull-" a fifth voice said; Bruce came in through the hallway, dressed in a grey turtleneck and black jeans. The dark circles under his eyes seemed deeper than usual.
"Good morning, (y/n)- have a seat," he said, as he made his way to the head of the table, where Jason sat. Pushing his son off the chair with one hand, he took his seat, ignoring Jason's protests and blocking the right hand hook which came towards him.
(Y/n) climbed into a chair beside Dick, edging close to him. Something about him made her like her better than the other boys, though she thought Tim seemed silly and largely harmless.
"I don't think you've been introduced yet, so- (y/n), these are my sons. Your brothers," said Bruce, deliberately relaxing the tension in his shoulders.
(Y/n) stared blankly at him.
"But..." She started. "But boys have germs."
"You'll get along with ours, you're a germ, yourself," Damian said, earning a sharp look from his father.
Meanwhile, Jason had found a seat on (y/n)'s other side.
"Heya, baby cat," he said, when she caught his eye.
"I'm not a baby," she said, her voice soft. "I'm five years old."
Even Bruce's mouth twitched up.
"She's right, she's quite old," shrugged Damian. "What style are you trained for, Kyle?"
(Y/n) looked around in confusion.
"Style of what?"
"Fighting style," explained Dick. "Has your mom trained you to fight?"
"Yes," said (y/n). "She says to use fingernails on faces and kick people between the legs and then run."
Bruce choked slightly on his juice.
"That's... effective," said Jason. "Isn't that what Selina used to do to you, B? Distract you, then aim for the nuts?"
Bruce and Damian both scowled at him, while (y/n) reached for some toast.
"I've never had brothers before," she said, half to herself. "Is everyone in this house a boy?" She asked Bruce.
"...well..." He started, "you're the only girl here, yes."
"Daddy," she said, "I'm going to get sick. From the boy germs."
To illustrate her point, she moved her plate a little away from Dick's.
"Boy germs aren't-" Damian started, but Bruce cut him off.
"-aren't a matter we take lightly around here," he said. "I'll have a vaccine for you by the evening."
Her eyes widened.
"I don't like shots!"
"No shots!" Bruce promised. "Er, anti-boy-germ-inflammatory tablets. Yes. Tablets."
"Mommy says not to take tablets from anyone but her," said (y/n).
"And me," said Bruce. "I'm your father, (y/n), it's alright."
"Why weren't you my father before?" She asked. All the boys immediately looked away from Bruce- a makeshift signal that had some to mean 'you're on your own'.
 “Well, (y/n),” Bruce said. “I was your father. I just- you, actually, you just didn’t know it. Uh, your mom wanted to...surprise you.”
 “It’s not much of a surprise,” she said, absolutely genuinely.
“Stop laughing, Jason,” hissed Bruce as Jason covered his face with his hands, trying to stop.
 “Do you know Wonder Woman?” (y/n) asked, out of the blue. 
“Uh, I work with her, yes,” said Bruce. “But kitten, you understand that this whole ‘Batman’ thing is top-secret, right? You can’t tell anyone, and we don’t discuss it here at home.”
 “Wonder Woman’s the cooooooooolest,” giggled (y/n).
“She isn’t, not really,” said Bruce. 
 “She can fly!”
“I can fly,” said Bruce. “In a plane, but I can fly.”
“She’s got awesome stuff like the lasso of truth and her jet!”
“I’ve got better things. Have you seen the Batmobile? The Batcomputer? The Batsuit? The Batkids?” Bruce replied, sitting up straighter.
 The boys were quietly watching this exchange. Dick was strongly reminded of the time Bruce tried to make him get rid of his Superman plushie. And his Superman quilt. And his Superman PJ’s. And his Superman socks, with the tiny red cape. Oh, and his Superman boxers.
 Jason started laughing again. 
“You know who’s the coolest?” he interjected. “Red Hood. I hear he died, once.”
“Please, Nightwing is cooler than Red Hood,” said Dick.
“Um, those overgrown brutes have nothing on Robin,” said Damian.
 “Not true!”
“Robin is a short-ass pre-teen with too many toys!”
“Nightwing is-”
“-Red Hood-”
“-what’s going on? Oh, Red Robin, without contest!”
"Boys, you're all- they're all-"
"-butt out, B-"
(y/n) finished her toast and slipped out of chair, giggling slightly at the fight she had indirectly caused.
Padding up to her father, she whispered in his ear-
"You're all really cool, I think."
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riddlemethisbatboy · 5 years ago
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1 of 3 Birth of a New Generation
Wow, noice. Part 1 of 3 this will be a bit of a backstory, growing up a bat baby. By the way, a collection of bats is called a cloud, colony, or flock. That being said, thank you to @exodarkwolf16 for requesting this. Thank you, reader, for reading this! And as always, happy reading my loves! Good golly gosh, it’s so good to be back!)
Oh the ever-growing Wayne-Kyle family, cried the city’s multitude of tabloids. A new Wayne was born. A baby girl, bouncing and brave. Ready to face all of life’s challenges open-hearted. In a private hospital, Selina Kyle-Wayne held you in her arms, tears streaming both her and her loving husband’s cheeks. The birth of a child is one of the most beautiful aspects of life, some would say. In a waiting room sat the large cloud of bat-family. 
Damian held on his face the kind of scowl they expect the baby of the family to, Dick and Duke debated over what their new sibling would amount to. Jason, well, he did his own thing, only bothering to show up when he’d bought enough gifts. Cass, Barbara and Stephanie sat in a braiding-circle, passing the time before visitation would be allowed. Tim and Harper sat in silence staring down at their phones, playing some MMO to pass the time. Alfred, well he was being the excited grandfather while still tending to duties as butler.
“Need anything, master Dick,” the elder with a hundred grandkids broke the silence. “Anyone?”
“Pennyworth, we know Grayson is a master,” Damian’s words were cut short by a plethora of cold glances, no one was having it. “I’ll take a coffee, please.”
Bruce burst through the doors, a baby in tote, “its a girl!!!” He cried happily, gathering family’s attention. A father bat in tears among his cloud, “It’s a baby girl! A precious baby girl!”
“It’s rude to assume genders dad,” Duke smiled as he spoke, earning a smile from some of his siblings, “congrats!”
“A baby girl,” the new father was at a loss for words. 
“I will protect her with my life,” swore Damian. 
The brothers and sisters, whether they’ve said it aloud or in their minds, certainly agreed. A few weeks later, in a room of your own your life began. The first of many kidnappings was cut short by Batman and Catwoman. Both made sure the perpetrators were prosecuted to the fullest extent. After all, who kidnaps a newborn baby? Kids, unfortunately that’s understandable albeit indisputably wrong. 
Your first word, at the ripe age of five and a half months, was ‘kitty’. The next word, thanks to your older brother Jason, was ‘shit’. Though no one would truly blame him, sibling solidarity. Though Bruce punished them all. As you began mastering speech, your imagination grew as well. By the age of three, you were capable in maths. You started to notice a pattern to your family’s absences. Not until your fifth birthday would you make the solid realization that they were superheroes. You were in a superhero family, and you wanted to help. 
“Absolutely not, you’re five.” Spat Bruce, though he hated breaking your heart. “Keep being a child, let us do this work. Please,” he paused. “Eat your dinner.”
“Daddy, that’s not fair,” you cried out, throwing down your napkin. As you rose from your seat, dramatically, you screamed at the top of your lungs. “I wanna be a superhero too!” 
No one could stop you storming to your room, slamming that aged mahogany door behind you. Damian took it upon himself to coax you back out. One foot in front of the other he made his way upstairs and into your room. A barrage of stuffed toys used as weapons to try and keep him out. Each one caught and tossed to the side expertly.
As you screamed and shouted, threw things and threw a fit, the teen sat next to you, “look, when I was your age, I went through intense training with the league of assassins.”
“Don’t rub it in,” the first not shouted argument. 
He sighed, put a hand on your shoulder. It was clear he had little skill in having heart-to-hearts. “It wasn’t fun. It’s never fun and everyone I know has gotten hurt or died because of this.”
“You’re alive now,” had you been older, you’d have noticed him wince. 
“It’s the friends you lose along the way, sis,” he rose from his seat, seemingly defeated. “We’re trying to spare you the heartache.”
“Then teach me how to be like you,” you were determined. 
“When you’re ten, I’ll see to it personally.”
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gaypirate420 · 3 years ago
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Homophobic // Bruce Wayne & Selina Kyle.
Bruce Wayne x male!reader (romantic/crush).Selina Kyle x male!reader (platonic).
(Batman and Selina aren't a thing bc reasons) this is pure comedy and fluff.
Reader is meant to be a gothy dude.
A very important question is asked.
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"Do you think Bruce Wayne is homophobic?" You asked in your drunk state while you watched the tv, the reporter was talking about him, Selina, completely sober looked at you.
"Oh he definitely is" She said confident, removing your boots.
Batman was on the apartment too, investigating a case with Selina but she has to take care of you first.
"What do ya think, Batsy?" You asked him.
"He isn't" He answered shortly.
"Hmmmm elaborate" You said, Selina got a wipe on your face to take your make up off.
"He donates money to LGBT+ organizations at any time of the year" He explained, Selina brushed your hair.
"Hm you're right, BUT—" You hipped.
"Let me tell you, Batsy, I was on a dinner once and I hit him by accident, talked with him a little, he was very odd around me" You explained, Batman looked at you.
"He sensed I like boys and he was immediately disgusted by me, I swear to Goood" You dragged your words, Selina chuckled and finally leaved you alone, Batman smiles softly, he hide it very well.
"Or maybe he likes you" She teased, you looked at her, Batman did the same.
"Ayo?, maybe, I'm quite the snack, and He isn't bad looking either" You said with a smirk.
"Should I shoot my shot? I mean, everytime I answer his stories he hearths my replies" You bragged, Selina looked stunned.
"He has social media?" She asked.
"Yeaaah, one for Wayne Enterprises and one for himself, he rarely post things, I'm pretty sure is his marketing team who obligates him to take photos, but yeah, he is very handsome" You said, Batman panicked, how did you got it right?.
Yes, that day at the dinner he recognized you, and you looked very handsome as always, he isn't used to date, let alone flirt with someone.
"What do ya think, Batsy, should I slide into his DM's?" You asked grabbing one of Selina's cats.
"Yes" He said shortly, Selina grabbed her bag and headed to the door.
"I'm ready" She said, Batman nodded and followed her.
"Wait! What do I text him? Like— 'did you heard the new MCR song' or something like that?" You asked, Selina only chuckled and left, you looked at Batman, he seemed tense, flustered, were his cheeks pink? You couldn't see he got out before you could get an answer.
You lay on the couch and look at the T.V. again.
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A/N: heyyy, let me know if you liked this JDJSKSJJSS and if you want like part 2 or sum.
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detectivemarvelingcomics · 4 years ago
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Not Your Classic Vigilante [Ch. 5]
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Alternate Dimension AU
TW: Language, Mentions of Death, Descriptions of Violence, Scar Mention, Mentions of Suicide/Suicidal Thoughts
CW: OC Use, See the OC Guide [Here]
Genre: Angst
Pairing: Batfamily x Batsis!Reader
(5/?) [Previous] | [Next]
[DC Masterlist] | [Not Your Classic Vigilante Masterlist]
YN Pronouns: Female (She/Her)
Word Count: 2.7K
Notes: Boop boop, I’ve been re-reading Batman DC Rebirth, hehe, and jfskherejwr I’m starting to remember why I loved reading comics in the first place!!
Not Your Classic Vigilante: @gabytodd​ @peachydoki @marshmallow12435​ @escapenightmare​
Disclaimer: This series is originally by @fandom-meanderer who is a close friend of mine, but she has since fallen out of her Tumblr days and asked me to finish a few series for her, hence why I am now in ownership of the Not Your Classic Vigilante series, I hope I can still live up to her writing as I rewrite this series! (I promise not to change too much, hehe)
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27 July 2022
The chiming of the grandfather clock in the foyer resounded throughout the manor. Alfred’s eyes scanned the newspaper, looking for anything on the family of the house or anything else amiss. Aside from the usual headlines of “[Insert Bat-Person Here] Saves the Day” there was nothing entirely eye-catching. Alfred placed the teacup down gently, the small click bouncing off the walls regardless, and he sighed. The manor had always been quiet, granted, but there are some days he wished that there was some more life around the area. It was strange, he could take the best care of any plant inside the silent walls and still they’d wither within days.
Then came a sound he hadn’t heard in quite some time. The familiar knock at the door startled Alfred. It was a simple tune, but it nevertheless sent chills up his spine. His hands shook almost, a sudden fear in them, while he grabbed onto the rifle hidden next to the bookshelf. A familiar but foreign sound put him on edge, it had to be a trick of some sort, some sick joke from the Joker perhaps, regardless he understood it as a threat. A memory flashed in his head as he made his way to the door.
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19 May 2009
At the ring of a doorbell, Alfred picked the rifle up from the floor, Bruce had mentioned earlier that a few acquaintances of his were starting to get antsy, and for him to be ready if anything were to occur. He hid it easy behind the door as he opened it.
“Ah, Miss Kyle,” Alfred visibly relaxed when he saw you step inside.
“Bruce’s turn to watch the kid,” she says. She bent down to your level. “Give him hell for me,” she handed handed you the usual small bag of your belongings.
“I will,” you skipped inside and Alfred bid your mother goodbye.
“Well, Miss (Y/N), what shall we— Oh, goodness, give that to me!” Alfred moved the rifle out of your hands and placed back in its usual place. He didn’t even know how you picked up the thing, it’s a lot heavier than anyone would think given both the fact that it was loaded and from age alone. Not to mention he would’ve most likely been ripped to shreds by Selina, or even violently reprimanded by Bruce. And he didn’t even want to think about what your siblings would do. Strangely, despite outward circumstances, you were the baby of the family and everyone cared for you deeply.
At the very least, he’d like to think so. But there was a voice at the back of his head that you’d grow rather differently in comparison to the other Waynes. Such was clear whenever Alfred would be in charge of your care.
“Okay, okay,” a young (Y/N) smiled. “So you know it’s me, and you don’t have to hurt yourself trying to reach for that big thing again, I’ll knock like this, okay?” You explained while you knocked on the door five times in a simple rhythm.
“If you insist, Miss (Y/N),” Alfred pats your head gently.
“Okay, I’m going to go play with Jason!” You said loudly, running up the stairs. There is a slight thud that echoed around the manor followed by a quick “I’m okay!” Before the echoing sound of a door opening and slamming shut.
Alfred chuckled lightly before sitting back down. You’ve always been oddly observant, probably a product of your mother’s teaching, and no doubt you must’ve seen him blow his back out bending over to pick it up at least once, age never really caught up to Alfred until recently. But there were days when he could just watch you run around the manor and absorb some of that youthful energy.
“Cheeky girl, she is,” he sighs and continues on with the paper, marking interesting articles as needed and circling things for Bruce to look into later.
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27 July 2022
Alfred rested his hand on the lock. Who would be at the other side of this door? It was more of the tune that was the most jarring, having heard it for the first time in years, he was in near shock. He steeled himself, anything was fair game behind this wall of mahogany and he had to be ready. Of the family he was the one who took it upon himself to grow from what happened to you, he had seen many a time how members of this family came and went then came right back, but the one that returned was almost never the same as the one who left. He reached for the rifle that was leaning on the wall next to the front door and slowly he unlocked it.
The sight before him nearly put him into cardiac arrest.
“I thought I told you that you didn’t need to grab that if it was me,” you said softly. You eyed the aged rifle, it didn’t even look like it could fire more than two rounds at its old state. Alfred had brought it back with him from his time in the British Special Forces, stating that it was a lucky object that he treasured, but the thing looked more like a hazard now. You remembered the thing even backfiring on him if anything.
“I must be dreaming,” Alfred’s voice wavered.
“Uhm… Gosh, I promise I had this entire thing planned out,” you rocked on your heels, “but now I have no clue what to say,” you shifted awkwardly and pressed your lips together. “Can I come inside? It’s really cold out here…” You brought your hands up to your arms and rubbed them up and down.
Alfred is a tough one, years of being in this family trained him so, and if you were going to duck under his radar then you’d have to be extra careful. Your siblings were another story, it was easy to get things past them so long as you stayed in character, but Alfred? He’s been through too much bull shit to just buy the story you gave Jason. You knew this immediately when Alfred moved to the side and allowed you to walk in slowly, almost unsure of whether or not you still belonged there. Honestly, you didn’t
“Where’s dad?”
“In his office at Wayne Industries, Miss Wayne,” Alfred says kept his responses brief. You didn’t know whether he had just stayed the same from when you last left or if he was just putting on the front for what was, at most, an unknown entity standing before him. You knew Alfred, and you knew he was smart enough to look twice at your arrival and the events leading up to it.
“What’s with the formalities, Al? What happened to just calling me (Y/N)?” You laughed. Even now it felt weird to hear him call you by that, it made you feel alienated, in a way, and you really considered Alfred more of a parental figure than Bruce ever was, or ever could be. “Geez, the way you’re looking at me makes me feel like I died and came back.” You tried to hold back the sarcasm in your voice.
“Apologies, Miss (Y/N),” Alfred eyed you wearily. You could tell he was analyzing you, and you couldn’t blame him. But when the sound of a jangling collar descended the stairs, your attention was automatically diverted to the ball of energy that, truthfully, you found surprising that he was still here.
“Titus!” You squealed. The large dog ran up to you and nuzzled his head your leg. If there was one thing you missed from this universe, it would’ve been Titus, the one living thing in this house that was always excited to see you, at the very least. Aside from Dick, but his appearance at the manor was always conditional and never for a long period of time before he’d go back to Blüdhaven. “Aww, hi, buddy! So cute as always, aren’t ya?” You rubbed behind his ears and he slobbered on your jeans, and although it was slightly disgusting you really did enjoy playing with him.
“Titus, heel,” Damian growled. He marched down the stairs. Just from one glance alone and you regretted coming back at all, you knew it, you knew as soon as you saw him you’d want to stay home. He had grown so much, goodness, you were never one to be too sentimental, but Damian always had a special place in your heart. You were blood-related, nothing would ever change that, and you’d always felt more of that “normal sibling” relationship with him than with any of the others, but that originates largely from bias. “I don’t understand why…” Titus didn’t move from your leg. Well, shit, you were hoping that you could’ve just had Alfred let you wait for Bruce in the bat cave, got the data on the justice league, then skipped out of this universe with Alex and Carter, but nope, you’ve so far run into Jason and Roy, Alfred, then Damian. At least you knew that the others don’t care much for returning home.
“Hey, Dami, how was school?” You smiled. Damian walks up to you slowly and then proceeds to circle you, looking for something that was amiss. Then his eyes moved to your neck. There was a visible scar across the front of it. You usually cover it up, actually, it’s not something you want to remember, but to make the conscious effort to hide it would bring suspicion to a group of vigilantes who were trained to find flaws. “Oh this thing? I just looked in the mirror and saw it, I’m not quite sure how it got there, don’t worry, I’m not suicidal or anything,” you chuckled. Damian finally wraps his arms around you and you stiffened. You haven’t really been one for much affection like this, as of late, and to get it from someone who didn’t traditionally do it, you wondered what state you left him in. And you knew Damian to be one who tended to be more averted to things like this, and you couldn’t deny that this, this felt nice. There were always times you wondered how the youngest Wayne had been holding up, you were his closest confidant at one point, and now you wondered what you were to him.
Sometimes you thought how much of a horrible person you must’ve been, leaving them all behind and when you got the opportunity to come back you just chose not to. You wondered what they were like when you left, but truthfully you usually did your best to push it to the back of your mind. The dead should stay dead, in your opinion.
“That was random,” you finally said before hugging him back. “Everything alright?”
“Master Damian, she doesn’t know.”
“You’re an idiot,” he finally musters out. You grinned awkwardly and rubbed the top of his head.
“Ah, I was worried for a second,” you said. Damian lets go of you and tugs on Titus’ collar.
“I’m going to go sit here,” he says quickly. He falls on the stair step and Titus sits next to him. You could see the cogs working in his head, moving to and fro and processing, yes, that was the right word. You wondered what it was that he did to properly think things through, you wanted to sit him down and pick apart his thought process simply because of how interesting it all was.
“Would you like me to call your father, Miss (Y/N)?” Alfred has his hand on the phone.
“Nah, it’s okay, I doubt he’d come anyways,” you sighed. Maybe you could convince him to let you into the cave but with Damian here, you’d have to reconsider your original plan. “I just came to apologize to you guys, it’s not fair I dragged you into mine and dad’s mess, you know? I think two months is long enough to be mad, right?” Two months, it was the time period that Alex had recommended.
“Has it really been two months, Miss (Y/N)?”
“Yeah, I think he’s learned his lesson,” you beamed.
“Alfred!” Tim calls out. Great, here comes another one, and one of the more observant of your siblings who was only second to Cass when you originally lived in the manor. Tim was one you had learned to be weary of a long time ago, you were never able to get anything past him and he wouldn’t even give you the chance to, the number of times he figured things out before you yourself did was remarkable. He walks in to the main room. “We’re out of coffee.” His eyes land on you and he rubs them tiredly.
“I believe I left it on the shelf, Master Drake.”
“On second thought, keep it,” Tim says, maintaining eye contact with you. You were beginning to remember why you dreaded coming to the manor. The stares. It felt like they were psychoanalyzing you, trying to pry into your brain and figure out just what made you so different from them, it sickened you sometimes but you didn’t dare call them out on it before. Hell, if you weren’t in character, you would’ve called them out on it now. Every time you thought back to them, your family, all you could remember was the constant interrogations, you knew they meant well, they had to, but now you couldn’t differentiate it from the borderline infantilization just because you didn’t put on tights and grab a gun. “I’m starting to hallucinate.”
“Gosh! I’ve only been gone for two months and you guys are treating it like I’ve been gone for years!” You stamped your foot on the ground. Yeah, you’re never doing that again, no wonder they treated you like a baby. “Geez, are you guys that mad at me?” Your expression wavered slightly. Step into the role, it’s not as hard as one would think.
“Hey, I left my mask in the ba—” Dick stops half inside the manor and half outside the manor. Alright, just throw out the plan in its entirety, why not, there’s no point. All you needed now was for Jason to run in.
“Master Dick, why don’t you take a seat,” Alfred offers. Without closing his jaw he follows Alfred to the couch and keeps his eyes trained on you. Great, another set of eyes. At least you knew Dick wasn’t going to cast you out.
“Guys, (Y/N)’s alive!” Jason shouts, helmet under his arm and guns in his hand. There he is. He looked around at his brothers and shut his hanging mouth.
“Oh really, Todd?” Damian snarks. “I didn’t notice.” You looked around them with wide eyes.
“Alive? I never died? What?” You stumbled on your words. You controlled your expressions well, you just realized how shaky your story is, but granted you also have to remember that you’re as confused as they are. Dick stands up and waves at his brothers.
“Family meeting in the bat cave, (Y/N) stay with Titus.” Seriously? Dead sister comes back and already they’re keeping her out of the loop? You weren’t really surprised, but you still were a little disappointed.
“Hey!”
“Love ya, sis,” Tim says as he passes by you. He quickly back tracks and pats your shoulder, then returns to the bat cave. The rest followed after and you slouched on the couch. Once the bookshelf moved back into place you placed your hand on your heart.
“I’m in,” you whispered. You waited to hear back from Alex, but you figured he was probably busy, he’d get into your head at one point after this. You usually hated communicating this way, telepathically, that is. It all felt so violating and, luckily, Alex agreed. But in what is now a high risk mission such as this then there are just some exceptions that would have to be made. You just hoped that he didn’t pry too much into your mind.
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ao3feed-batcat · 3 years ago
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Falling For You -KK
read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/3llQvwk
by brettbrat16
Words: 2713, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English
Series: Part 6 of Kon-El|Conner Kent x Reader
Fandoms: DCU (Comics), Superman (Comics), Superboy (Comics), Batman (Comics)
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Categories: F/M
Characters: Kon-El | Conner Kent, Tim Drake, Dick Grayson, Jason Todd, Damian Wayne, Duke Thomas, Stephanie Brown, Cassandra Cain, Bruce Wayne, Selina Kyle, Clark Kent, Lois Lane, Jonathan Kent
Relationships: Kon-El | Conner Kent/Reader, Kon-El | Conner Kent & Tim Drake, Bruce Wayne & Clark Kent, Bruce Wayne/Selina Kyle, Clark Kent/Lois Lane, Tim Drake/Stephanie Brown, Dick Grayson/Barbara Gordon, Damian Wayne & Jonathan Kent, Cassandra Cain & Tim Drake & Dick Grayson & Duke Thomas & Jason Todd & Bruce Wayne & Damian Wayne, Barbara Gordon & Stephanie Brown
Additional Tags: Language, Fluff, Angst, Dehydration, drink water folks, Tim has tons of nicknames, Batsis Reader - Freeform
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secretsandwriting · 2 years ago
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The New Wayne *Discontinued*
Part Two: Not Fair
When Bruce's kids are gone for a mission predicted to last 3 years, Bruce can't deal with (Temporary) manor empty of kids so he of course adopts again and starts training them as the new Batgirl, of course the day the adoption is finalized the mission is completed and his other kids are coming back home.
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crazyfreckledginger · 5 years ago
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Batboys x Reader - “Hidden Kitten”
Going to go get dry cleaning got you a lot of unwanted attention by a few men, thankfully, five vigilantes were patrolling the area and happen to spot you in trouble, but being the hidden daughter of Bruce Wayne and having been trained by your mother, Selina will you really need saving?
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Requested by anon: “If requests are still open can you do one where y/n is Selina Kyle’s daughter but dosent wanna be part of and Catwoman stuff but like can still kick your ass and she’s Bruce’s daughter but he dosent know and she gets attacked and he goes to save her bust she kicked his ass and is like “sup Mr Wayne” and idk end it how you want (sorry it’s so long)”
A/N: Hope you like it!
“Mom, where is my coat?” The girl shuffled through the coat rack, taking a deep breath as she pulled herself out of the furniture that had become heavy because of the abundant coats and jackets hanging from it.
“Oh, sorry, I sent it to the dry cleaners, actually, can you go pick up a load for me?” she pouted, putting her boots on. A sigh escaped her lips as she nodded, gazing at the window to see the darkness outside. 
“I’m going to see Batsy,” Selina announced before opening the window and slipping out.
“Okay,” (Y/N) muttered, making sure she could stay warm in the clothing she was in. Her hand extended to grasp the leaflet to pick up the dry cleaning, the keys for the apartment and some extra money just in case it started to rain and she needed to call a cab. 
Hugging herself, she stared at the ground, watching her feet as they placed in front of each other rhythmically. It was quite chilly out here, the cold was nipping at her skin through her thin layer of clothing. 
How ironic.
If only her mother could have told her in the day so she wouldn’t be on the verge of freezing and rather walking in the warming sun. 
Glancing at her phone, she released a sigh of relief. The girl still has a solid hour before the store closes, she has plenty of time. 
The small moment of comfort soon washed away when she decided to glance to an alley to her left and perceived three or four men. In the glow of the street lamp, they seem to gaze at her figure and stood up.
Uh ho. 
Increasing her pace, she marched out of their view as quick as possible and hugged herself tighter. 
(Y/N) didn’t have to turn around to know that they had started following her. Her teeth chewed on her lip in thought, judging whether it would be wise to lead these guys right to the dry cleaners. 
After much thought, she decided it might be best to go to the dry cleaners, the cameras in the shop might be able to pick up these guys faces. 
The girl scurried down the last block as she perceived the luminous logo brightening up the dark spot between the street lamps. After bolting the rest of the way, she was thankfully only a little bit out of breath. Twenty minutes before
“Good evening (Y/N),” the dry cleaner smiled widely.
“Hello, I’m here to pick up the dry cleaning,” the girl returned the gesture, pulling the leaflet out of her pocket and softly sliding it across the counter, “my mom should have paid already?” she tried explaining but it came more as a question.
“Yes, she has,” the woman grinned, meandering near all the orders, glancing down at the code to match it to the batch, “oh, there is it,” a small murmur escaped the lady’s lips as she talked to herself. Her fingers locked around the batch, pulling it off the hook and awkwardly carrying back to (Y/N), “here you go.” the elder lady offered her another welcoming grin.
“Thank you so much, have a nice night!” The girl nodded before placing the bag around her arm and walking out.
As soon as the little bell rang, she found herself in the chilly cold again. 
Were the people still here? She honestly didn’t want to know. 
For most of the journey, it was relatively calm, no one showed up and, despite the suspicious mens’ disappearance, she was not the least bit stressed -- and thankfully, the bag of clothes were keeping her warm and fending the cold away. 
When the apartment finally got into eye shot, she became excited of getting back in the warmth and snuggling under the blankets. 
Yet again, the happy emotions flushed away for the same reason as last time.
Her eyes distinguished the four men, most likely from earlier. One was on her side of the sidewalk, walking straight to her, another one was on the other side of the road and, in her peripheral vision, she could discern another figure not far from her.
(Y/N) was surrounded and she couldn’t even find the last man. Halting in her footing, she scanned around, figuring they already knew she understood what was happening -- or about to happen.
“Hello little girl,” one of them spoke, “if you can give us your money, that would be nice, unless it’s something else you want?” he chuckled, it was the fourth man she couldn’t see before. 
Her eyebrow raised slowly, this was stupid. 
“Okay then, if you’re so passionate about it, just let me put my clothes down,” (Y/N) spoke, carefully placing the bag on the closest car.
“We want what’s in the bag as well,” another explained.
“Oh, so you also want to upgrade your fashion sense aside from the black clothes?” the girl voiced sarcastically. The sound of an unsheathing knife pecked at her ears and she snapped around swiftly.
“I don’t think you understand the kind of situation you’re in girly,” he tilted his head to the side.
“Oh, but I completely understand the ‘kind of situation I am in’,” she mocked.
“The little lady is very mouthy, maybe she could use that mouth for something else.” one of them chuckled. (Y/N) stomach churned in disgust.
“Well, I’m warning you, I bite a lot, better be careful, for your own sake,” her eyes narrowed fiercely. 
The thumping sound of a heavy weight on a rooftop resonated not too far away, but the girl could not hear it as she grasped the armed wrist of the man, kicking him in the knee as he groaned in pain.
The knife only stayed in her hand momentarily as she threw it away, into the shadows and punched the other man across the face.
Unbeknownst to her, four other vigilantes jumped down beside the first one but didn’t dare move as they watched the scene peculiar unfold. 
(Y/N) kicked the third man in the face and slammed the last person’s back against the wall, releasing a small breath. 
“Sweetie?” the soothing voice called out. The five figures jumped as they somehow got caught off guard by the cat that crawled towards them. The girl in question glanced up at the rooftop and frowned in confusion at the other shadows she couldn’t easily recognised. 
Selina jumped down in front of the girl and hugged her side.
“Look, Batsy and his little birds were so impressed they didn’t even notice me sneak up on them.” she pinched (Y/N)’s cheek.
“Ow, stop mom!” she grumbled, pushing her mother away and rubbing her cheek in soreness.
“You have a daughter?” the caped crusader inquired as he jumped down at their level along with the rest of the Batboys.
“Oh, sup, Mr Wayne!” (Y/N) waved, grinning. 
“W-who?” Nightwing spluttered to try and cover up.
“Nice going jackass, he’s not the only famous billionaire in town,” Red Hood retorted. Batman glared at the girl.
“Be nice Batsy, she’s your daughter too,” 
“WHAT!!” The two eldest exclaimed as Red Robin and Robin 
“I’m going home,” 
“W-wait!” Nightwing’s voice rang in her eardrums as she hugged the clothes she had picked up and scurried home.
“There is some left over pizza in the oven! I’ll be there in a bit!” Her mother’s called out.
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batcathuntress · 4 years ago
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I’ve got you Batfam x Batsis
request for @aestheticllylosers my power just went out the other day at my house so i was wondering if i could have batfamily, plus maybe Selina Kyle trying to entertain a scared little bat baby (age three) through a blackout and storm. very fluffly....  _____________
The whole family was gathered in the living room preparing ways to entertain themselves in an attempt to drown out the storm, sadly living with tech geniuses and a billionaire father does not help keep the power on, in fact you’ve all been sitting in the dark for about an hour whilst Alfred went around lighting candles, that being said their attempts of having fun during a thunderstorm only did the bare minimum when it came to distracting you and due to the loud crashes outside you had your head buried in your dad’s chest for half of it anyways so you couldn’t even pay attention to it. 
Your family were at a loss, they didn’t know how to make this situation any more comfortable for you, even your mother Selina attempted to take you upstairs and distract you with your toys but you ran down the stairs screaming as soon as you saw a flash of lightning outside your window. Bruce was thinking about calling Diana to see if she could tell you an old story about the Gods because you always enjoyed those but given the situation the cell towers were down so he had no way of getting through to her, but he figured he could help you all on his own, almost on his own, your brothers were also in panic mode trying to find ways to calm their little sister down. 
Dick attempted books, cooking and even some old board games he found in his room but nothing seemed to keep your attention for too long before you were back whimpering in your dad’s arms. Tim thought hide and seek was a good idea but it was ruled out because he joked about the manor ghosts finding you first and you started bawling your eyes out, Damian attempted to fight the lightning as a way to make you laugh but he slipped in the mud outside and that made you think that the lightning was attacking people so that took a whole 2 hour conversation from your dad to try to explain to you that lightning can’t push people over and Damian is just clumsy, he scoffed at that but a pointed look from his father got him to play along with the story. Jason, well he tried but ultimately gave up and tagged Alfred in, it’s not that he didn’t want you to feel safe it’s just he had one idea since the fighting lightning joke was taken by the demon spawn as he likes to call him, he’s also came to the conclusion that Damian can read his mind when in actuality he just found the piece of paper that Jason used to write his two ideas down with.
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“what are we gonna do?” Dick asked looking around the kitchen at all the baffled faces of his family, Selina was laying with you in the other room trying to put you down for a nap but from the sound of your little cries it wasn’t working.
“well we could-” “no” Jason said cutting Damian off “tt you didn’t even let me say it Todd” “we already know it’s sh*t stop wasting time” “Jason” Bruce said in a warning tone, “there’s a generator in the cave if we go down there and get it working we can put a movie on for y/n to help her” Bruce said and looked up to everyone staring at him in disbelief,”wait so your telling me we could have had power this WHOLE TIME” Tim yelled , Bruce sighed, “I just wanted to spend time with you all, your sister has been asking for you and with your jobs you hardly get to see her, I just thought that if i forced us all together with no technology to distract you that you’d end up enjoying it a bit” when he finished talking Alfred smiled to himself, when the storm alert first hit the news his master told him to turn the generator off and tell everyone to come home, he knew Bruce missed them but would never admit it out loud so he just went along with it, the truth is he needed this time with his family just as much as the rest of them and secretly didn’t want the generator on but if it helped miss y/n he was open to trying. “wow, I didn’t think i’d ever hear you admit to wanting us here out loud, like i’ve heard you say it in so many dreams but real life? i’m shocked” Jason said jokingly “ you know that’s all you needed to say right? keep it off” Dick said smiling “but-” Tim tried to object but got a warning nudge from Damian who would never admit it but this has been one of the best days of his life.
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Once they got back into the living room Selina looked up at Alfred and the two smiled knowingly at each other, and you slowly lifted your head up to look at your family walking back in “the storms calmed down sweetie do you want to try play a game again?” your mother asked you and you tilted your head to look up at her and then to your dad again “okway” you said sniffling as you crawled off your mom’s lap and down to the floor with your brothers.
Bruce sat with Selina and put his arm around her pulling her close to him and watched his kids actually get along to play a game of monopoly, and slyly wished for more storms in the future.
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i’m in a batfam mood so send in requests! 
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thegoddamnfangirl · 8 years ago
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Parent Preferences- Batman and Wonder Woman: How You Meet
Batman/Bruce Wayne-
Robin sat on a bed by all the medical equipment, looking sulky and cross.
“The girl was crazy, Father!” he complained. There was a long gash down his chest that looked like it had been done by a cat’s claws, which Batman was looking at closely. It was a very familiar gash.
  “How old was she?” he asked.
“I dunno, about my age. She attacked me viciously and then, she threw a cat at me! By the time I got that wretched thing off of me, she was gone, and the necklace was, too.”
  Batman glanced at Nightwing. 
“Looks like Catwoman took a leaf out of your book and got a sidekick,” grinned Nightwing.
  “She’ll steal again, of course,” said Batman in way of reply. “This time, you keep a lookout for her, Dick.”
  Nightwing groaned.
...
A week later, he brought a young girl to the cave. He had her by the scruff of the neck of her leather suit and was holding her at arms length. She was screaming and kicking and trying to struggle out of the bonds he had placed on her hands and feet.
  “Bruce!” he yelled out.
Bruce turned his chair from the computer to face Nightwing.
“You brought her here?” he asked, frowning.
   “Yeah,” he said, sounding sour, for some reason. “Does she look familiar?”
With this, he dropped the girl on the ground and yanked off her mask.
  Furious, teary (e/c) eyes met Bruce’s, and he almost- almost, mind- started. The girl looked exactly like Damian.
  And Damian look exactly like Bruce.
He blinked at the girl for a while, then looked at Nightwing, who was standing with his arms crossed and his mouth set in a line.
 “This is a strange coincidence,” said Bruce, trying to be oblivious.
Wonder Woman/Diana Prince
  Diana looked at the young woman who had washed ashore with pity. The woman was obviously dead. The little girl beside her was not.
 As she turned the dead woman over to get a good look at her face, she suddenly recognized her.
  Alejandra!
She was an Amazon warrior who had gone outside of Themiscyra, and found a man. Much to the dismay of her comrades, she had decided to stay with the man, as she was with child. His child.
 Diana picked up the young girl in her arms to take her to the infirmary, wondering what horrible thing could’ve happened to them.
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ellana-ravenwood · 7 years ago
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The day they almost lost you - Batfam x Batsis (reader)
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This is the PERFECT exemple of a request I received only a few days ago and will write before others I have received months ago purely because it inspires me a lot <3. Sorry if you send a requests like, six months ago and I still haven’t written it...Again, I really work on things that inspires me the most so it totally depends on the day and mood...Like for example right now, I miss my little 3 years old nephew and I could definitely write a story with a toddler in it ! So here we go, hope you guys will like it :  
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-Remember that time you lost me in the biggest mall in Gotham ?
-Oh my God (Y/N), how many times are you gonna remind that to us ?! Besides, you weren’t even two, you don’t actually remember it yourself...
You smile as you look at your older brother, Damian, mumbling something else you didn’t understand but that looked a lot like “and we found you anyway so...”, and shake your head.
You had heard that story a billion times, and you never really got tired of it.
Your brothers were suppose to keep an eye on you while your father was busy, and they had lost you in one of the busiest place in the entire city...Oh yes, how could you be tired of that ?
Whenever your four older brothers would annoy you, or be overprotective (which, not very surprisingly, happened a lot), like right now, as they were bitching about your boyfriend, Conner (Superman’s clone, and also your brother Tim’s best friend...needless to say, when your family heard you were dating him, they were a bit taken aback, arguing he was too old for you but...technically, you were actually a bit older than him, as when he was “born”, you were already four months old, and besides, you did whatever the Hell you wanted anyway), you would re-tell them the story as you heard it so many times (from Alfred mainly), and they’d instantly leave you alone, still feeling guilty about the all ordeal.
Sometimes though, you felt that maybe, it was that episode that made them so damn overprotective of you...Damian was right, you weren’t even two years old when everything happened, and you didn’t remember a thing but, even so, you still knew it was a big deal.
Because that day...Well, that day, you almost died.
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Years earlier, the day of your birth :
Bruce Wayne’s life was already quite complicated.
Four boys (three of them being in their teenaged years, a goddamn nightmare), his Batman activities, Wayne Inc and...Selina Kyle.
Oh Selina Kyle.
She never made his life easier, even though he’ve almost always been in love with her...Whenever she was around, he could be sure that he would be in for quite a ride. And he loved it.
But nothing, NOTHING, prepared him for something THAT complicated.
Nothing could have prepared him for the hurricane that was about to hit his life...You. Or rather, a very pregnant Selina bursting into Wayne Manor, screaming that she was about to give birth to his daughter.
It wasn’t really unusual, that Bruce wouldn’t see the Catwoman for months. Once, they even didn’t see each other for over five years...So when she disappeared about nine months ago, he didn’t really pay much attention to it, expecting her to come back one day and turn his life upside down again...And oh he was right.  
And this is the night everything began, this is the night everything became VERY complicated. The night Selina Kyle bursted into Wayne Manor, about to give birth to a baby, stating that it was Bruce’s (and though it would have had torn his heart away that you weren’t his, he still got a paternity test to make sure and...There were 99.99% chances that you were his daughter).
She left you there, saying that she “thought she could do it, but actually just couldn’t...”, even though she didn’t actually try and...Well, the Wayne family gained a new child. A little girl that was born without a single cry, her eyes already trying to open and see everything, already too damn curious...
And though his life became ten times more complicated, Bruce Wayne wouldn’t have it any other way. This time, he was extremely happy that Selina Kyle came in to complicate the hell out of his life, because this time, she brought you...
(Y/N) Wayne. His precious little girl.
And oh you were such a sweet baby, that it didn’t took long for the entire family to adore you beyond all measure (your father can never stop smiling when he recalls the times Damian would hold you in his arm, and refuse to give you to ANYONE because he was too afraid they’d hurt you in anyway...it wasn’t that funny though, when he ran after him in the entire Manor, because Damian refused to give you to him so he could give you a bath and put you to bed, arguing that you didn’t like water and that it would make you cry...He wasn’t wrong though, as a baby, you absolutely hated to take your bath, crying your lungs out whenever your dad would softly and delicately lay you in the water, and Damian just couldn’t handle your cries...Damn that boy).
When you reached about four years old, your mother came back in your life, this time to stay but...That was another story. For now, you were recalling that time your brothers lost you in a mall, and you almost died.
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Four months before your second birthday :
It was going to be easy peasy. After all, you were such a nice and well behaved child, that...Really, what could happen ?
You were the sweetest kid they ever met, and they weren’t saying that just because you were their adorable precious little sister, oh no, you were actually exceptionally cute and calm...You had just one big flaw.
Already at that age, you were just too damn curious. And that day, as they thought everything would be a piece of cake, your curiosity was going to be the cause of a lot of troubles...
But for now, you were in Dick’s arms, in Wayne Manor’s lobby, giggling as he was throwing you into the air and catching you last minute.
-Dick, stop that please. You know I ha...OH MY GOD DON’T DROP HER ! ...Uh. Every time.
Dick’s (and the rest of your brothers’ really) laugh answers your dad’s worried comment. Yes. The eldest of the Wayne boys knew damn well how his father hated when he threw you into the air like that. Which is exactly why he did it.
Besides, you absolutely loved it ! And when you’d run to him (still a bit unsure in your footing as you were pretty new to this all walking thing) and point at the ceiling, with a huge smile plastered on your face...how could he resist you ?
You make a little displeased noise as your dad gets you back from your brother’s arms (why did the flying stopped ?!), but as soon as you realize you’re in your dada’s arms ? Oh everything is fine again, and you burst out in laughter for seemingly no reasons, grabbing his clean shaved face in your tiny hands.
Bruce feels like he’s melting as you caress his cheeks thoughtfully and say, pretty sure of yourself : “dada”. He turns towards his sons and...He can’t do it. He can’t leave you in their care. He knows it’s stupid, they already took care of you but...never for a full day !
He suddenly regrets giving Alfred this full day off while he had that many meetings. And he can’t do it. He just can’t leave you...It’s the first time his boys will have such a responsibility (well, you know, if we ignore the fact that they saved the World a bunch of times and all).
-Ok I’m not sure this is a good idea, maybe I can just bring her with me and...
-Dad, you know you can’t. Just relax, she’ll be fine with us ! We’ll take her to the park and we’ll have fun. Right (Y/N) ?
You turn your head as you hear your name, and smile at the one who spoke, Jason (or “Heyson” like you called him), one of the person you love the most in the World and though you didn’t even hear what he said, you just move your little body excitedly. They all take that as a “yes, let’s go to the park and have fun”, while really, you were just happy to see your brother (even though you saw him but fifteen seconds before).
-See, she agrees. Come on dad, let her go a little bit, it’s not healthy for you to not be able to let go like that you know...
Bruce narrows his eyes at his son, and the smirk on Jason’s face is enough to know that all of them, right now, are just messing with him. But...
That damn boy has a point.
Because the life you’re doomed to live, even though he’ll try to shield you the best he can from any harm and darkness, well, the life you’re doomed to live won’t be easy. And there’s a high chance that one day, he won’t be there to help you (he was hoping with all his might that it just meant he would be busy, and not...dead, because he knew the pain of loosing a parent, and thinking about you and your brothers living through this (again for Dick, Jason and Tim...) broke his heart).
One day, he’d have to let you go, and if he couldn’t even leave you with some of the people he trusted the most, his sons...Then none of you would go anywhere. It wasn’t such a big deal really. It was just a day of taking care of you. Slowly, he took you away from his chest (you had laid your head on it, ready to fall asleep, as usually, when your dada was holding you like that it meant nap time, and, well, you could always go for a nap really ! But he was taking you away, which meant...nap later then, ok !), his arms un-tightening from around you, and he gave you to Tim, who was the closest.
Bruce could’ve sworn that you nodded in agreement, as if you were totally fine to change from your dada’s arms to your loving brother’s (and you were), and it reassured him a bit.
Yes. He could trust his boys. They would take good care of you while Alfred took a well deserved day off, and he would sort important things at Wayne inc. Yes. Yes he could trust his boys.
Besides, you were such an easy kid, really, what’s the worst that could happen ?
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-Oh my God...Where is (Y/N) ?
It started out so well.
Your father finally left.
He looked approximatively three hundred times behind him as he was leaving the house, to check if you were still OK...Every time, his gaze was greeted by his sons rolling their eyes at him, and you, still in Tim’s arms, waving at him excitedly saying “i i Dada” which definitely meant “Bye Bye dad”, in your cute baby voice.
But he finally left. And your brothers were getting you ready so you could go out. And oh yes you were such a nice kid.
Jason put your cute little dark blue frock coat on you, and you let him do it without moving much, even raising your arms to help him, smiling to any of your brothers whenever your eyes met theirs.
You sat on the couch, calm and definitely well behaved, as Dick and Damian put your favorite shoes (a tiny pair of red Doc Marteens) on your feet, lifting your legs one by one to make their task easier, and pushing your little feet in the shoes instead of letting your brothers struggle with it for ages (putting shoes on a toddler that didn't understand he/she had to help by pushing their feet in the shoe was a nightmare... fortunately for them you understood that a little while ago. Oh and when you didn’t want to go out you would make it so difficult for anyone to put your shoes on ! Great that today you did want to go out ! You were an easy and nice kid, but oh man when you didn’t want to do something, it was rather difficult to force you without you not putting a fight...Definitely your father’s daughter).
You patted lovingly your brothers’ heads as they were putting your shoes on, and they felt like they were melting...Jason and Tim, who were looking at the scene, retained the “aaaawww” they wanted to let out (they had a tough guy reputation to maintain !), but when you turned your head to them, and smiled candidly, they couldn’t help but felt a surge of : “I have to protect that little one at all cost”...It happened a lot really, when you were around, that they’d get very suspicious of anyone they didn’t really know approaching you. Probably, your father’s paranoia about your safety (though it wasn’t really paranoia, your life would never be easy with a dad like that...) definitely infected your brothers too !
Yes. Things started pretty good. It was ten thirty in the morning when they left, with you all suited up for the mild cold outside.
They secured you in your Batman car seat (through the years, a “Batman” brand was developed, to your father’s great displeasure, and of course without his consent. And when Alfred went, one day, with you, getting a new car seat that was adapted to your size...Well according to the butler you wouldn’t keep your eyes off of the Batman one, and would cry whenever he would pick another one up, so he decided to buy it. Bruce was pretty sure that it wasn’t what happened...though whenever you saw something Batman related, you beamed and hugged it against your heart, which was quite interesting really. You were way too young to even understand the fact that your dad could be the Batman, so...yeah, it was interesting).
You spend almost two hours at the park without any remarkable incident. You fell off the slide, face first, but when your four brothers ran to check on you...you were already up and about on your feet and climbing the stairs back to go on the slide again.
You picked up a few chestnut that fell on the floor, and stuffed all of them in your brother’s pockets...They let you do it, with a small smile on their faces.
Damian gave you a piggy back ride around the park, running as fast as he could, and your laughter resonated in the entire place.
They decided to leave because it was lunch time, and also because they could spot a few damn paparazzi starting to gather around, and they’d be damn if they’d let them take any pictures of their little one !
There weren’t a lot of public pictures of you, because your dad, Alfred or your brothers would always make sure to shield you...The only pictures in papers, were usually official ones. You’d been elected “cutest baby of the year” last year, and would probably win again this year. No one could resist your cuteness, and you were a Wayne so...
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Tim wanted burgers, Damian wanted falafels, Jason wanted pizza, and Dick had absolutely no idea what he wanted to eat, looking dumbly at his brothers as they were all arguing about what they should eat...In the end, they settled for a fast food place that made burgers, veggie burgers for Damian, pizzas, and...Oh Dick could definitely go for some hot wings !
They ordered a child menu for you, and you ate calmly your fries and chicken nugget, playing with your toy (it was a little doll...that you turned into a Godzilla like monster, apparently imagining it destriying the city).
Your brothers almost lost it when you took two fries, a big and a small one, and said : “Aman obi’ !” which meant “Batman and Robin” (they were fluent in your baby talk), and fought the Godzi-doll with it ! They fought a bit about which Robin you were talking about, and as soon as that, lunch was over.
And this is when it happened.
They were thinking about what to do next, pondering going back home for hot cocoa and a movie, or to the park again because you just loved that place. You were holding Dick and Jason’s hands when you saw it...
A balloon.
A balloon shaped like a bat, that was slowly flying around the very busy mall.
And oh you had to grab it. You took a quick look to your brothers and...They’d know where you were, they surely noticed that awesome balloon too !
Dick thought Jason was holding you, Jason thought Dick was holding you, and as they were talking together, you slipped from their grasp discreetly and went after that damn cool bat shaped balloon !
It took them about ten seconds to realize you were gone...Tim noticed first.
-Where is (Y/N) ?
Panic mode was instantly activated.
Dick looked at Jason’s hand, Jason looked at Dick’s hand and...Oh their mistake suddenly jumped in their face, and if they had time to feel guilty, they would have collapsed right there and then for having lost you !
But for now, they had to find you ! Besides, it wasn’t only their fault, Damian and Tim weren’t paying attention either. As their older brothers were talking about what to do next, the two young Wayne boys were looking at the trailer of a movie they really were waiting for, being played on one of the big mall screen, and so didn’t pay attention at you at all...they felt equally as guilty.
But for now, no time for guilt.
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In the meanwhile, you were still chasing that cool balloon, running around people. You lost track of the balloon for a minute, because everyone was so damn big, and...where were your brothers ? You suddenly wanted to cry...Oh never mind, here was the bat balloon ! And it was going up, up and away ! It was going towards the escalator ! You had to catch it and quick !
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Damian climbed Dick’s shoulder to get higher and try to spot you through the thick crowd (it was a Saturday in one of the busiest mall in Gotham after all) and...He did. There you were. And oh my god they had to hurry !
Somehow, you had grabbed onto an escalator’s railing...from the outside of the escalator ! And you were being dragged up by it, while no one noticed a fucking toddler...OH MY GOD YOU WERE GOING TO FALL !!
They ran as fast as they could, as they could slowly see your fingers slip from the moving railing, and hear your tiny voice scream...Why was no one doing anything ? They pushed people roughly out of their ways and...Pfiou. Someone finally noticed you.
A man. In this fifties. Who took you in his arms and disappeared at the top of the escalator ! They could see a small gathering happening up there, and they were about to rush to the elevator when...A security guard stop them.
-No running in the mall !
He was clearly one of those guys,that take his job too seriously and steal kids’ skateboard when they hang out with them around “his” mall. He stopped your two older brothers, but in the process fell over on the floor because they hit him while they were running full speed.
-How dare you you damn brat ! You just assaulted an officer ! You can...Where are you going ? STOP THEM !
They couldn’t really blame the men who tried to stop them, they probably thought they were teenagers stealing or something...but their sister was alone up there, with strangers, and God knew what was happening to her !
They couldn’t be delicate. They had to get rid of this security guard and of those people that stopped them and grabbed them thinking they were thieves...in a matter of seconds, they were out of their grasp, and a few unconscious men laid on the floor.
The security guard ran the goddamn alarm...But they couldn’t care, they jumped on the escalator’s railing and ran up, as if nothing.
You weren’t there. The stranger that got you wasn’t there. They looked around frantically, scared to death...Did they just lost their precious little one in this huge mall, or was it just a nightmare ? Oh please God, please, make it so that was just a nightmare...
But it wasn’t.
It’s Jason, who spotted the stranger that saved you from falling down of the elevator, down to your death (they didn’t realized this yet, too panicked, but later, when they’d think about how you almost fell...that height...You would have probably died...no, they couldn’t never think seriously about this, and just hug you tighter).
They ran to the stranger and Jason got a hold of him. The man, in his sixties, looked like Santa Claus, and had such nice features that...Was it possible that he hurt you ?
-Where the fuck is she ?!
Dick forced his brother to let go of the man, but, his eyes full of a cold determination, he turned toward the man and asked :
-The little girl you saved on the escalator, where is she ?
-The little...With her dad, she’s with her dad !
-Her...dad ?
-Yes ! Yes ! I swear ! Don’t hurt me ! I helped her, she giggled, damn cute kid if you ask me, and then that guy came and said he was her father !
-Her fath...Bruce Wayne ? Was it Bruce Wayne ?!
-Bruce Wayne ? No, no of course it wasn’t goddamn Bruce Wayne ! A man like that would never leave his toddler run free in the mall !
-And you just gave her to him ?!
-Well she didn’t cry when he took her hand and he seemed genuinely worried so..;why would I...I mean...She...It wasn’t her father ?
-Are you sure it wasn’t Bruce Wayne ? Maybe you didn’t recognize him !
-It definitely wasn’t Bruce Wayne ! I think I would have had recognize him instantly if it was ! I swear ! I’m sorry ! I just...I was shook because I just saved that kid, I didn’t think that...She didn’t cry when she took his hand and...
Of course you didn’t cry, you were such a well behaved kid. You probably thought that this dude was going to get you back to your brothers. You were still too young to understand the danger of strangers...
Oh. Oh. The reality of what was happening slowly downed on them.
Kidnapped. That’s what just happened.
Because if it wasn’t their father who took you (and how could it be him?), then who...Their heart dropped, as they let go of the poor man who saved your life, and turned around, looking frantically everywhere, calling for you.
At some point they got stopped by tons of security guards and they couldn’t possibly fight them all without compromising their secret identity and...You were nowhere to be seen.
They started to explain themselves...
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Bruce Wayne’s heart felt heavy and empty. He wanted to throw up. He wanted to punch something. He wanted to cry.
When he received a call from a very panicked and sobbing Dick, he instantly knew they weren’t trying to pull a cruel prank on him.
No. He knew it was serious. His business partner never saw him leave a meeting that fast. He didn’t even take time to tell them he had a family emergency, he just ran out and jumped in his car.
And now, he was feeling awful. Hell, “awful” wasn’t even covering it. He was feeling...What if he just had lost you forever ? What if you were gone, just like that ? Oh he knew he shouldn’t have had let his sons take care of you...but a voice in his mind kept telling him that those things happen. That it wasn’t his boys’ fault. That they were probably a complete mess too right now...
And yet he was still angry. He trusted them. What the hell happened ?!
But when he arrived at the police station, and he saw them...he couldn’t possibly be mad. They looked so sad and beat down. They looked...Hurt.
They just had lost their precious little sister. And betrayed their father’s trust. And he couldn’t be mad at them...Those things happen. And you were a curious kid, a second of inattention was enough, it all it took.
Damian was crying, as Dick was holding him close to himself. Jason had his hand in his hand, and Tim kept pacing in the room, unable to stand still. When they saw their father arriving, they stopped and looked at him worriedly.
It’s like they were expecting him to yell at them, to punch them, to tell them to get out...But Bruce knew better.
What good would it do to be mad at his sons ? What happened happened, it was too late to change it...and he needed them now, to find you back.
They didn’t utter a word. Everything went through their eyes. He wasn’t angry. Just scared to death. And only together would they be able to find you.
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What if they lost you ? What if the man who kidnapped you was a serial killer ? What if he...did things to you ? What if...Bruce wasn’t sure he would be able to hold his promise to not kill anyone, if such a case would happen.
What if they lost you ?
Damian couldn’t even think about it without crying. You entered his life less than two years ago, and though at first he hated the fact that you were a “true” Wayne too...he could never really hate you. As soon as he saw you, you became a huge part of his World and...Thinking about you not being here made him cry. Like a baby.
Dick hated himself. Why didn’t he pay more attention ? Why did he let go off your hand ?! If something would happen to you, he was pretty sure he wouldn’t be able to handle it. He just couldn’t imagine...He couldn’t imagine a life without you, your giggles down Wayne Manor, your smile that brightened up their dark Worlds and always cheered them up...If only...if only he had hold onto your hand !
Jason wasn’t in any better shape, and though his father squeezed his shoulder lovingly, signifying to him that it wasn’t his fault...he just couldn’t take out of his head that if he had tightened his grip on your hand you would still be here ! He just couldn’t...What was going to happen, if you died ? The Wayne family would forever be changed, for the worst. They would all turn into empty beings who would roam the nights of Gotham...Oh and Gotham ? If Bruce Wayne’s precious and cute as Hell little girl would be murdered ? Gotham would never be the same either. Because you were already a symbol. A symbol of hope and good news. A symbol that the city would change for the better.
Tim had a ball stuck in his throat, unable to utter a word or anything. He wanted to cry too, just like Damian, but he just couldn’t. He wanted to scream his despair, but he couldn’t. He wanted to...He just couldn’t do anything. Not without you.
Your father would rather die than going on without you. He knew it. If you disappeared from his life that night ? He would die. Maybe not literally, but inside ? There would be no more “Bruce” or “Batman”. Just an empty shell of a man, turned into a robot without feelings because of the loss of his daughter.
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Relief.
It’s an odd sensation really. It happens all of a sudden, and you never really expect it. You worry about something for hours on end, and all of a sudden...Pop. Relief.
Your family was going crazy as the minutes went by and the police kept them inside the station for questioning ! They already said everything they knew ! They just wanted to leave and look for themselves, they’d be more efficient than the police they knew it...
An officer came in the room they were all in, and, his face locked in a cold mask, whispered something into his colleague’s ear.
What did it mean ? What ? Did they found you ? Why weren’t they talking ? What the Hell was happening ?! Were you ok ?! Or...not ?
The officer gestured for them to follow him and...They went to Jim Gordon’s office and...relief.
Relief suddenly washed over them as they heard your laugh bursting from the other side of the door.
Your father is the first one who entered, almost tearing the door out of its place because he opened it so violently.
You turned to the source of the noise and...oh !
-Dadaaaaa !
You say, running to him. He falls to his knees and catches you in his arms, tighten his grip around you, his face buried in your tiny neck.
Jim Gordon lets your father and brothers hug you, he lets them kiss you, and smile and laugh of that particular feeling that is relief.
And then he explains.
The video surveillance showed the stranger dragging you out of the mall, but when you realized you were leaving, you started screaming for your brothers, and attracted attention to you. You started to cry and kick the man and...he panicked. As more people were gathering around, he panicked and left you there.
An old lady took you, and after that brought you to the precinct of the mall’s district (which is why it took them a while before actually getting you to the main police headquarters). You apparently didn’t argue, or scream, feeling that this lady was a nice one maybe ? You already had your father’s gut feelings.
The man was identified as a sex offender on the run, who was accused of multiple account of rape and other ugly things and...God only knew what he wanted to do to you.
But it didn’t happen. For once in his life, Bruce Wayne got lucky.
As simple as that. You were safe. Right here. Completely unaware of the danger you were actually in. You knew something was kind of up, but you were too young to fully realize what.
What mattered to you, is that dada was here. Ick was too (Dick). And Heyson. And MianMian (Damian). And Mothy ! (Tim). So things were alright. And even though you thought it was annoying, you let your dad rub his cheek on yours, you let him cover you with kisses...because you feel like something happened, but you don’t quite know what.
-My baby...you’re ok...you’re ok...
He keeps saying, and yes. Yes your ok. And why was dada crying ? You wiped his tears away from his cheeks and hugged him even more...but you also went to your brothers. Because they looked so sad...You didn’t like when they looked sad !
You let your brothers hold you close, even though you want to keep playing with detective Gordon ! You let them shower you with kisses and such and...OH NO ! YOU FORGOT THE BALLOON !!
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Of course, that’s not the story they actually told you.
Oh no. Though you actually knew the real version, that’s not the one Alfred, or your dad would tell you as a bed time story. Nope. The truth was too scary, too close from home...They almost lost you that day. In the most terrible way.
And so they told you a much funnier one, with you running away to follow a balloon and getting into tons of magical adventures...You’d usually refer to this one, because though you liked to tease them, you knew some topics were just too...delicate.
They all wanted so much to forget about this day, that they kinda all accepted that absurd magical story as the truth, laughed about the fact that you “almost died” (but you couldn’t die, you were protected by magic !), and slowly repressed the memories of that day you actually almost died.
Bruce hated thinking about it, and it always made him want to hug you close from his heart, and not let go for hours (as you grew older, it would sometimes get awkward, like...”please dad, I have to go to school...”).
Your brothers hated it too, but also, it was the only way you had for them to lay off your back ! After all, you were a hero too, you saved the World too ! You were about to actually be part of the League too ! You proved thousands of times you could handle yourself ! And yet they still saw that little toddler running around, and almost leaving them for good...They just couldn’t help but protect you. It was cute. But oh sometimes so annoying.
So when they were getting too annoying, too much...you’d mention that time they lost you in the mall. And though they’d think about the fake story they invented, to protect their mind, the truth would always linger around and...sure, they’d leave you alone because they were still feeling pretty guilty. But they could never always leave you. No. They had to protect you.
They had to hold onto your hand, to pay attention to you...Because they realized, a long time ago, that it was easy to loose you. And none of them could live without you...
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Well. That was shit. All over the place. It was meant to be funny at first, and ended up not being at all. Uh. Sorry to whoever requested it...Probably one of my weakest story, SORRY. Might delete, or re-write it later. OR WHATEVER OH MY GOD SORRY IF I SOUND WHINEY BUT THIS IS REALLY AWFUL ! Like I received messages of people excited about that story (I teased it a bit by posting sneak peak) and now I’m just afraid I disappointed you guys...anyway, I’ll go hide in a hole.
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