#the batman masterlist

[skeltnwrites]

THE BATMAN MASTERLIST

BRUCE WAYNE + BATMAN ཐི⋆ཋྀ

Insomniac | After falling asleep on the job as Batman’s assistant, he encourages you to stay the night at the manor. 2.3k

A Few Drinks Too Many | On their walk home after a night of drinking with the GCPD, the reader is attacked, but Batman lurks in the shadows of Gotham. 2.6k

Isolated | The reader begins to have doubts about their relationship with Bruce after not seeing him for weeks. 3k

Childish | You drag Bruce back to bed to take care of him because he is clearly still sick and not well enough to fulfill his role as Gotham’s hero. 3.9k

Rest | You find autistic!Bruce during a shutdown and do what you can to help him through it. 1.8k

DRABBLES + HEADCANONS

gamer/streamer!reader headcanons

[devilfic]

#✦✎: dc.

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✦: batman | battinson!bruce wayne

✎: series

where two are joined, relentlessly [completed] ↳ gotham city’s bound to discover it’s got a prized bachelor on its hands. selina kyle got it, you got it, and you’d quite like if it stopped there, thanks.

I. go, go, loverboy II. best-kept memories III. sick day IV. nameless V. ballroom blitz VI. favors for a friend VII. clean slate VIII. happy birthday, mr. wayne IX. from now on

right place, right time [ongoing] ↳ you took the hippocratic oath. you swore to help those in need. you didn’t sign up for a man crawling through your apartment window bleeding to death, but you’ve unfortunately seen worse.

I. right place, right time II. of niceties and awkward second meetings III. the tower IV. the hierophant V. curiosity killed the cat VI. do you trust me? VII. twenty-one questions VIII. whatever keeps you around vignette. strawberry candies IX. I'm the well they're gonna drag you down X. we don't fight fair XI. I only have eyes for you.

honeymoon [ongoing] ↳ in a gamble to retake his place as ceo of wayne enterprises, bruce wayne is strong-armed into an arranged marriage with you.

you finding out his secret identity is only one of his problems at the moment.

I. honeymoon II. marriage bed III. on the clock IV. sugar-coating V. sins of the mother

✎: one shots

got you ↳ the wayne family has a special kind of love language.

at the front steps ↳ eventually, the well will dry up. eventually, your patience will wear thin. eventually, you will leave him. of few things he was more certain. unfortunately, how much you loved him wasn’t one of them.

ghosts ↳ there’s a split second between dreaming and waking where the dream exists in the real world: the tender loss of a dream unrealized, and the relief of a nightmare severed. your nightmare is still clinging to you.

good grief ↳ you and batman have something special going on. obviously, people notice.

hard-knock life ↳ even with the riddler locked away in arkham, his followers manage to haunt bruce to this day. thankfully, you’re more than willing to help your fiancé tie up all his loose ends… even if they are a bit ridiculous. or four times the riddler’s followers make a threat on bruce’s life and the one time alfred shoots them for it.

nocturnal animal ↳ okay, maybe the caped crusader is a vampire. and maybe you just want to know what it would feel like for him to sink his teeth into you. it’s not weird.

I want us both to eat well ↳ “It’s so complicated staying alive sometimes.” — your friendship with the elusive vigilante is a special one in many ways.

✎: headcanons

bruce and reader’s mother/misc. headcanons [where two are joined, relentlessly universe]

love languages

bruce making a playlist for his partner

bruce with a gothic s/o

wedding headcanons with bruce wayne

sleeping headcanons with bruce wayne

✎: drabbles

bruce’s first family christmas with you and dick

reader with a villain mbti

dick finds out bruce is batman

bruce's diary [right place, right time]

bruce is a little stalker

✦: catwoman | selina kyle

✎: headcanons

jealous!selina kyle

✎: drabbles

secret admirer and roommate!selina

✦: the riddler | edward nashton

✎: series

boogeyman [hiatus] ↳ he is your shadow as much as you are his. one person, one reflection. you made a deal with the devil and this is the price you pay for redemption.

I. boogeyman II. no god in gotham

✎: one shots

first snow ↳ life wasn’t all pain, there was you. there was you.

✎: headcanons

young!edward nashton headcanons

[your-nanas-house]

𝕋ℍ𝔼 𝔹𝔸𝕋𝕄𝔸ℕ

Edward Nashton 

Being in a relationship like Moxie and Millie’s with Dano!Riddled

Quick smut stories

[justanoasisimagines]

The Batman Masterlist

Oswald Cobb; ❀Being in a relationship (Headcanon) ❀Jealousy (Headcanon)

[somnoir]

Masterpost [1]

Multi-Parts:

Bats and Phantoms

Summary:

The Fenton/Masters Siblings and members of the Bat Family meet. One by one, they end up together while the rest of the family is oblivious that their partners are related to the others.

Ships: Danny/Jason, Dan/Dick, Cass/Jazz, Dani(Elle)/Damian

Tumblr Parts:

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5

My Father's Secretary

Summary:

Danny Fenton gets a job as Bruce Wayne's secretary. After being gifted a coffee maker, he might actually go to the ends of the earth for this clumsy man.

Ships: Danny/Jason (Dead on Main)

Tumblr Posts:

Part 1 | Part 2

Gotham's newest Crime Lord

Summary:

Dan kills the Joker and proceeds to become a crime lord. Shenanigans ensure between the Bats and the three ghosts in Gotham trying to screw with the criminal underworld

Ships: Dan/Dick, Danny/Jason

Tumblr Posts:

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4

One-shots:

Demon Twins and Death

Summary:

In which the twins meet after one kills the other.

A Family of Rogues

Summary:

The Fentons/Masters move to Gotham. Everyone, except the Fentons, think they're future Rogues.

Ghost KingConsort?

Summary:

Danny is a petty and dead twin brother that decides to give his brother and father a heart attack by implying Danny and Phantom were married.

How to pull a Batman by J. Constantine

Summary:

John Constantine acquires six children from an ancient being that also happens to be one of his exes. He's gonna fight god and batman.

[acid-ixx]

again &. again masterlist

by the bird and the bee

ft. platonic soft! yandere batfam! x gn! neglected reader

— TRIGGER WARNINGS !

- emotional neglect, allusions to sexual assault, prostitution & physical abuse, kidnapping, alcohol abuse, drugging, themes of depression, dissociation, vague traumatic events, mentions of murder, other warnings would be added soon.

— CHAPTERS ! ; 48k+ words

00. — oh, please leave me be.

01. — because you only notice me once i'm out the door.

02. — and you don't even remember my face?

03. — i need a drink, away from everyone.

04. — mors tua, vita mea / your death, my life.

05 : 01. — a halo in the pit of darkness.

05 : 02. — to be his child is all i want.

— DRABBLES ! ; #series: again &. again

dick grayson calling you his baby bird

why now? (yan! damian wayne)

brutus (villain au concept)

brutus: out for blood

what if you were never neglected?

just a taste (yan! conner kent - suggestive)

laughter is the best medicine (yan! dick grayson, jason todd, tim drake, damian wayne)

to you, my greatest passion (non-neglected au-verse)

brutus: both arms cradle you now

bruce finding your graduation picture

how to be a heartbreaker! (yandere harem)

mea culpa (mini chapter)

conflicting comfort scene with jason todd

dialogue spoilers related to above drabble

more about jason todd and hurt/comfort

dick and his baby blue eyes

— ASKS ! ; #series: again &. again

dick's spiral into yandere-ism

leaving gotham, resenting alfred, changing last names

your mysterious identity &. conner being your love interest

dick seeing you as a child & damian's need to be your favorite

damian and his cool, matching bracelets

does dick close the door on you? nah, he doesn't even know you were behind the door

wally west as your love interest

you care now?

conner as your angry, protective bf

jason trying his damn best to be a brother to you

calling bruce by his last name only

calling alfred your dad ft. jealous bruce

how are damian and jason obsessed towards you

their nicknames for you

how bruce and damian would try to bond with you

will you still go to college after being kidnapped?

will the series have a happy ending?

why does damian hurt you? and why do you justify his actions?

— INCORRECT QUOTES ! ; #a&a: incorrect quotes

yan! villains kidnapping you

hostage situation

how to become a target to the wayne family

— FANART ! ; #a&a: fanart

happy birthday by @luffyadolover

diary by @luffyadolover

another reason they're broke &. finished art by @oh-nowo-i-got-uwu

a take on the reader's appearance by @luffyadolover

reader trying to study ft. the batfam's endless calls &. finished art by @ghostdoodlen

reader finding bruce and damian watching a movie by @luffyadolover

again &. again mv by @luffyadolover

reader and their playlist by @luffyadolover

a comic panel by @lucioleestolie

conner and reader flying through the skies by @ghostdoodlen

when all of a sudden, i hear this agitating noise by @punpunsonny

villain au reader by @lazyemmy

a&a oc: emile by @questionthegrapevine

graduation pic, conner comfort, and mirrors by @ghostdoodlen

neglected &. non-neglected reader by @lazyemmy

jason calling you his angel by @ghostdoodlen

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[couldeatthatgirlforlunch]

Yandere batfam or justice league with a reader who’s afraid of strong people/men due to a past abusive relationship? She never wants to feel that powerless and weak again so she actively avoids interacting with anyone stronger, bigger, taller any more than necessary. She doesn’t hold it against other ppl she just has a lot of trauma that she’d rather not work through and feel safe in her little bubble

Hit me Hard and Soft

Synopsis: You get saved by Robin, but not everything is as it seems.

Pairing: Yandere!Poly!Romantic!Batboys X Gn!Reader

Tw: All characters aged up, of course; Mentions and descriptions of violence, including physical, psychological, sexual and financial abuse, and Damian fighting criminals (I'm particularly proud of the action scene I wrote); Drugging and being unconscious; Mentions of death of minor characters and suicide; Mentions of past grooming (Reader's ex) and age gap (Reader’s ex, Reader X Bruce, and the batboys age is not mentioned); Implied stalking; Mentions of kidnapping; Reader's very traumatized and weary of everyone; Reader doesn't trust the police; Mention of a panic attack and descriptions of actual panic; Guns and knifes; Mention of cigarettes; Implied needles; English isn't my 1st language.

Requested? Yes.

Extra notes: Wish I had more interactions between Reader and the batboys here, but I'm more than willing to make a part 2 with the right idea.

General masterlist | Hit me Hard and Soft - Series masterlist

He's back again. You wish you could say you didn't know why he always came back, but you did. The food wasn't that great and it wasn't that close to where he told you he worked or lived. It also didn't help that he always made sure to be served by you. And that he flirted with you.

— Evening, (N/N)! Is there something as sweet as you on today’s menu? — You gave a small and polite laugh.

— Strawberry pie… As always…

It was kinda sad, but mostly scary. If it wasn't for your ex, you would be thrilled to have gotten the attention of Dick fucking Grayson. The whole city knew he was handsome, rich, talented and charismatic. Gotham's sweetheart, Gotham's golden boy. And from your daily interactions, he lived up to the expectations. He was polite even when flirting with you and asking you out. Yet, something held you back.

— Nice! Since you get out in a few, why don't you bring in two slices? One for me and one for you, it's on me, of course. — You shook your head quickly, with an empty heart, just wanting to get away from him as fast as possible.

You were with your ex since you were 17 to 26. Almost 10 years wasted on a dirtbag. He convinced you to leave your friends, to leave your family, to leave your job. As soon as you started living together, you were completely dependent on him. Sometimes you blamed him, sometimes yourself, sometimes the people you had around you, but back then, where you came from, people weren't questioning the imbalance of powers between a 17 year old highschooler with no job and a 23 year old man with a steady job and living alone.

He convinced you that going to college and ending your relationship was the worst decision you could take. Then, that you didn't need your family, he could take care of you. One day, he decided you couldn't have friends.

He often locked you inside the house, cursed your skills and appearance, neglected your overall health, intimidated you, screamed at you, broke your things that he did and didn't pay for. He hurt you physically, even sexually. You knew both dating him and leaving him was hard, you just expected living with the scars was going to be easier.

And it was! You decided to run away from him and to Gotham when you received the news that your mom died and he didn't even want to let you go to the funeral. The grieving made you reflexive and you realized how shitty your situation was. For years you just thought that it would eventually get better, that you just needed to be strong, that he showed he loved you when he wasn't being an asshole, that you couldn't get anything better, that he made you feel special.

You couldn't even go to the police, he was a cop, you knew the chances that in any scenario you would lose. So you ran.

You knew it was dangerous, but you had nothing to lose. If he didn't kill you, you would do it yourself. You made a plan, drugged him, took some of his money, used his house keys, left everything behind for the second time in your life. You didn't waste time asking for help from the people you knew. You took the bus and went as far away as you could.

Your paranoia was so bad that for almost a year, you would settle in a city, work to save up enough, and leave again, rinse and repeat. Eventually, Gotham seemed big and far enough to go by unnoticed.

Or that's what you thought, until Dick Grayson stopped by the diner you worked to have breakfast before going to work, as a cop, and decided you caught his attention.

Since then, he came back everyday. Either breakfast, lunch, dinner, or just to hang out with some family member, usually one of his brothers, his dad appeared with him sometimes too. Your boss loved the attention Bruce and Tim attracted, the two most media active ones, since they both led Wayne Enterprises.

Eventually, even them started appearing multiple times a week. You thought you were healing, until you found yourself crying for almost four hours at home in a panic attack.

You didn't want their attention. Not only was it weird, but they were just so… Superior to you.

They were all taller, more muscular, faster, smarter, richer. It was like reliving the beginning of your relationship at 17, plus 10 times worse. Five because they were five people mirroring your ex, and more five just because of your trauma, experience, negativity and lack of naiveness.

Also, why were they ALL into you??? And they were aware of it! It was weird! Why??

Bruce Wayne was disarmingly charming in his dilf way. Dick was surprisingly accessible. Jason was soft spoken despite his resting bitch face and leather jacket. Tim was cute in a nerdy way. Damian almost made you laugh with his sarcastic humor.

Either way, you never wanted to feel as little as you felt before, so you just did your job, acted polite, but ultimately kept your distance.

Freedom has its difficulties, one of them being that you need money, and for money, you need a job, which means sometimes you have to stay until closing time, at 11 PM, in Gotham.

You're not the only employee to stay so late, but you and your co-worker live in opposite directions, so walking alone it is. They're taking the bus, but you only live two blocks away, so you gulp down your anxiety and keep walking. One hand on your pocket, holding your taser firmly, and keeping your head up, turning to look at every sound.

It's cold, and the street is empty and dimly lit. Some places are so dark that you wonder why you're even paying taxes if the streetlamps won't work.

Two men turn the corner a few meters in front of you, one at least a foot taller, the other, two inches max. They're wearing hoodies and their hands are on their pockets, the light behind them creates a shadow that doesn't allow you to see their faces, nor where they're looking at, but they are coming in your direction.

There's a car, parked between you both. Some people might think at this point it's just paranoia, but you’ve heard stories of people walking next to cars, getting pulled inside by someone who was hiding in there, and getting kidnapped.

Your first instinct is flight, so you turn around, ready to run, even if you look weird in case those guys weren't planning to do anything with you, just to see other two guys emerging from the other corner, those two almost as tall as that first guy. Aside from the smaller one, they're all broad, even with their thick clothes covering them.

One of them has a cigarette on his mouth, which he throws on the ground when you turn your attention to him. Your fear might have caused you to hallucinate, but you're almost sure he's smirking.

You freeze for a second, your only escape is to run to the side, and pray their long legs don't get to you first. You think you hear one of them start hollering at you.

You only take a step to the side, when a loud crash startles you so hard that you have to look behind, while walking backwards to the street. You take a second to process the sight.

Robin is standing in the middle, just a few steps behind where you were standing a second ago. He's at least half a foot taller than all of them, and a lot broader. He's holding the tall one by his neck with his right hand, repeatedly hitting his head against the car’s window.

You're shell shocked, torn between staying put to watch this disaster, as interesting as a car crash, or running away. Gotham is so big that you never thought you would encounter one of its heroes, you weren't sure if you even wanted to.

When the guy seems to stop moving, Robin throws him against one of the other tall ones, the guy practically flies across 2 meters before hitting him, and when he does, they both fall to the ground. You remember all the times when your ex pushed you to the ground.

Your eyes are wide, horrified, watching the shortest guy take a pocket knife out of his pocket. Your throat locks, even if you want to scream for Robin to turn around, you only manage to stare and stay in place, however, the vigilant turns halfway around just in time to grab the guy by his wrist and his arm, just as he launched to stab him. He uses his body’s impulse to push the guy forward, the knife going to the fourth guy's shoulder, you hadn't even seen him get so close to him.

You look at the man from the car, he's still unconscious, the one who got tackled with him, however, is already standing and walking to the fight.

Everything’s happening too fast, you turn to the side to see the guy with the knife on his back on the ground, groaning and twitching in pain, while Robin is punching the shit out of the other guy, movements faster than you could ever dream of achieving. You remember being on the receiving end of someone's fists before.

With a final elbow to the cheek, the guy stumbles to the ground, you don't know what level of consciousness he’s in, by his posture before, you knew he was already compromised since the first hits he took.

Robin doesn't move, doesn't even turn to look at the guy who just fell, he's just looking forward, and when you notice this, you look at the remaining guy.

He's pointing a gun at him.

You don't think you can watch someone get shot in front of you, and you know if he gets rid of Robin, it's over for you. Logically, you knew these vigilantes somehow never die, still, it's counterintuitive to think he won't.

And he doesn't, in the blink of an eye, Robin's on the air, his right boot kicking the gun away, while still on the air, he wraps his legs around the guy's head, bends backwards, puts his hands on the ground, then launches his whole body to the front, the guy getting thrown over him. He falls to the ground, Robin stands on top of him with perfect balance. You don't even have time to process what just happened, the coolest and scariest thing you saw your whole life, when Robin punches him one last time. Now, he's definitely unconscious.

You’ve felt like a bystander this whole interaction, it felt like ages, but in reality all of this couldn't have taken more than 20 seconds, maybe even less than 15. You don't know what to do now. You're theoretically safe, but Robin’s still too big, too strong, too fast. He knocked out four guys without getting touched a single time. He broke a car's window. He threw around two guys who weighed at least 80kg. He's not even panting. And now he's looking at you.

A whimper gets stuck in your throat. You don't know if you should thank him, stay silent, or yell at him to stay away from you. When he takes a step in your direction, your instincts get the better of you and you turn around, running.

You hear him call your name, although your brain doesn't process it. You see headlights and look towards it. It's a car. You don't trust you’ll get help, but at least you're not alone. You run in it's direction, waving your arms and screaming bloody murder.

The car almost hits you, but you don’t process that until the last minute, but you get tackled to the ground just in time by the hero from before. You scream again, he's too close. Now, he's trying to hold you down. You keep screaming and trying to escape. You look to the side and the car just kept driving away, likely the driver wouldn't stay behind to be another victim to Robin's hands. You know you're not being rational right now, those guys are known for helping people, he just saved you, he's still trying to stop you from getting hurt, but you're scared. You've been scared since you were a teenager.

Your eyes burn, your arms and throat hurt, but adrenaline doesn't let you feel anything. Not even the invasion of a needle on your side.

— Was it really necessary? — Tim deadpans Damian, who growls.

— You would have done the same, Drake.

— No, I wouldn't. You were supposed to use the psychological first aid approach and (Y/N) would've calmed down and trust us more in the future. But of course, you never use your brain. — Damian growls, stepping towards Tim, but he is stopped by Dick’s hand resting on his chest.

— Damian, calm down, Tim’s right. You knew better than to sedate them. You knew of (Y/N)’s trauma and you knew the route we wanted to take. — Damian's brows furrowed and he crossed his arms.

— I knew your feelings toward (Y/N) would make you become impulsive again. — Tim looked at Bruce, who was silent, with hands intertwined and elbows on the table, focused on your vitals on the screen and the sight of you laid on the bed on the medbay. — Will you now consider just letting you, me and Dick keep an eye on them during patrol? — Damian and Jason scoffed.

— Why you aiming at me now? It was the demon who gave that guy brain death! — Jason protested and Tim looked at him.

— Just to be sure you won't freak out like him and kill thrice as many people, on purpose this time. — Jason glared at him.

— B, you better add more security measures around (Y/N), before Timbo tries to clone them or something. — He muttered with snark.

Dick shook his head and sighed, going to stand on Bruce's side, crossing his arms and looking at you through the camera with him.

— What's the plan now, B? They're probably waking up soon. — Bruce hummed, relaxing his stance and resting his back against his chair. The silence lingered for a few seconds, everyone just looking at you, waiting for the oldest’s opinion.

Bruce turned around, looking at them.

— … Damian, Tim's right. You were impulsive today and you killed someone, even if it was an accident. I stopped expecting that from you since you were 12, you're an adult now. You not only broke our trust, but (Y/N)’s already shattered trust. They need to know they're safe with us, and drugging them, instead of puting to use more time and effort to bring the comfort to them, is not going to do that. You weren't much different than the man who hurt them tonight. — His father's words were like a punch to Damian's stomach, leaving him speechless. Dick pursed his lips, not turning around as to make it easier to not comfort his brother just yet. Bruce turned to Tim. — Tim, I understand you want to take measures seriously. But you need to give Jason a chance. That was unasked for. — The mentioned blinked, still unacostummed with the treatment he received from his dad when he followed his rules. Tim looked away. Bruce turned to Damian again. — Damian, no patrolling around (Y/N) until you prove we can trust your temper again. — He waited for a confirmation, which came with a sneered lip.

— Yes, father.

Dick looked back a Bruce.

— What about (Y/N)? — He bit his lips. Bruce hummed, turning to look at the monitor again.

— … What do you all think?

— Well… Damian said their name, they might not remember it, but they can't just wake up at home. They’d try to flee from us. We could bring them home earlier, but our ideal plan was to make them come willingly, in the period of at least two years, in the best case. We could leave them at the hospital, and just keep our plan going. — Dick listed the possible strategies they could take. Bruce hummed.

Tim piped up.

— I already altered their phone's algorithm to send the job application as my assistant at Wayne Enterprises to them. And the Wayne Foundation’s application for the internship at Gotham Uni. — Bruce nodded.

— Damian? What do you understand about that? — It was clearly the beginning of his test.

— The more secure in their independence they feel, the easier it is to heal and open themselves up to new opportunities. — Damian exclaimed with confidence. Bruce nodded.

— Jason, are you still interested in college? — Everyone looked at Jason surprised, he was also surprised, he hadn't talked to Bruce about college since before he died.

It took a few seconds to processes what it would mean.

— Uh… I think so?! — Bruce nodded.

— What about me, father? — Damian spoke inquisitively. — I also want more opportunities to get closer to (Y/N)! — Bruce narrowed his eyes at him.

— We will think about that when you're in the clear.

— But-

— That's final. You reap what you sow. — Damian huffed and nodded begrudgingly. — … Now, since Robin was the one to save them, take the batmobile and leave them in the hospital. Then come straight back home. Understood? — Damian clenched his jaw and nodded silently, leaving to get your unconscious body.

Moments later, when you were both out, on the way to the hospital, Tim fiddled with the computer, the scream showed the batmobile’s tracker, your tracker, Damian's tracker, Damian's contact lenses’s camera and the car’s camera. They all looked at him.

— … It's just to make sure…

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No More Chances

✧ M A S T E R L I S T ✧

Yandere Platonic Batfamily x Neglected Regressing GN Reader

In which a sad little child of a Wayne is somehow curse by the fates to live again and again, facing death in the end just to relive their fears, trauma and neglect from their own family.

Will they find away to end this looping nightmare or to live another reset again just to find a good gooddamn ending?.

'I want to live without any regrets, I just want to live! I want to live for myself! I want to survive and stop this curse! so please just leave me alone!'.

Warning this Fic will contain:

Suicide and Suicidal thoughts, Death [Mainly Y/N's], Violence, Cursing, Drugs and substances, Guns and other weapons, Family Neglect, Talk about traumas or phobias, out of characters from the DC characters, mixed versions of the Batfamily [Will be mentioned if there are changes or implications of specific depictions of comics, games or other media for DC characters] and lastly Typos [ I can edit if there are typos but don't expect perfect or poetic English from me cuz I'm not that great in English ].

EXTRA EXTRA NOTE :

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PROLOGUE

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

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[ O N G O I N G ]

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Fate's Chapter Assessment

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Melody composed by fate [song fic]

Death by Family

Father

Sons

Daughters

Grandfather

✧✦✧ CRACKED VISIONS ✧✦✧

Imma finna rock yo' shit

Black Betty Bam Balam

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[miwsolovely]

something something bruce wayne obsessing over spouse!reader

he wants to believe that fate brought the two of you together. strings looping through your feeble fingers dripping blood, connecting the two of you together for eternity.

but in reality it was him who brought the two of you together.

setting up meetings, coincidences, every now and then, getting closer to you, blinding you with that oh so perfect smile and strategic placement of his heavy— but gentle and firm— hand.

making sure you feel safe. because he knows, he knows that no one has ever loved you, the way hes planning on loving you, the way he already is loving you.

you dont realize it. he thanks whatever god covered by the curtains of the sky that the clouds of ignorance fog your brain and turns it into mush. pliable and feeble for him to mold you into what is perfect.

because he wants whats best for you, he does. that habit you have of picking away at your nails till your fingers dye red? gone with carefully voiced concerns dripping in sticky honey.

“now, you know i don’t like it when you’re hurt. why’re you doing this to yourself my love? its picking away at my heart.”

and you believe him. because isn’t he right? he only wants whats best for you, why shouldn’t you heed his advice?

signs like being wanted and loved to you, are the gentle concerns and loving advice that push and pull at your brain. he loves playing into that.

and unbeknownst to you, you’re second guessing your every move. ‘i should probably do x. . . but what about y?’

or, ‘how would bruce feel if i did this?’

and the rest of the family play into this which is what is scary.

at first there might’ve been a bit of animosity between you all (namely damian, as he doesn’t want this random to replace his mother), but it all dies down when they realize that ‘oh, bruce is sleeping more, eating more, his mood has improved. . .because of you.’

they notice, process, and act on the fact that you’re weak minded because of bruce.

and in by doing this for bruce, they start to feel their hearts warm for you. they start seeing you as just a parental figure trying to win their hearts, not to win bruce’s money and fame, but to really get to know them.

when they act disappointed in you, your heart shrivels in on itself and it feels like you can’t breathe because you failed them. that gives them the opportunity to have you crawling back for forgiveness because, they’re your children and husband, don’t you love them?

they just want you to do better, right?

you, unknowingly conditioned, in the middle of your unknown torment, to identify concern, disappointment and guilt as signs of being wanted and loved.

©miwsolovely do not plagiarize, copy, or repost my works to other platforms . likes, comments, and reblogs are very appreciated <3

[siddyyyyyyyy]

By the Fireplace

BRUCE WAYNE X READER

MDNI wc: 1.2K summary: Finally snapping the sexual tension between you and your best friend. warnings: alcohol comsumption, dry humping a/n: It's not perfect but it's also nearing midnight so i don't care. Enjoy!!

It‘s been a relaxing evening so far, hanging out with your long time best friend in his lounge by the fireplace, a glass of whiskey in hand, and some deep talk. Bruce will never openly admit it, but he feels like you are the only one who understands him. While being slightly drunk, it‘s easier to relax and shut his mind off. Especially sitting beside you on the comfortable couch; he wants to stay like that forever.

The shared comfortable silence almost makes him fall asleep, but his mind can‘t seem to find complete peace beside you. Even when his head is leaning against the top of your head, he can‘t seem to fully relax yet.

You feel almost the same. You do feel relaxed, safe even, but something keeps stirring inside of you when you are so close to him. Ignoring it and taking another sip of your drink, you watch the fireplace crackle contentedly in front of you.

Bruce sighs out beside you, indicating his tiredness after talking about everything and nothing for hours.

»Want a refill?«

He leans off of you for the first time in probably half an hour and reaches for the whiskey bottle by the coffee table. You shrug and sit up more, letting him fill your glass with the dark liquid.

His movements are slightly disoriented, but he manages to get all the liquid into your glass, and then get more for himself. With a low hum, Bruce sips on his drink, eventually leaning back on the couch. His once perfectly put together appearance became more dishevelled, some strands of hair sticking out in different directions while his tie is resting somewhere in the room; long forgotten.

You also take another quick sip, already used to the bitterness and set it aside for now.

»So… I think it‘s time to go, isn‘t it?«

The time on your phone shows that it‘s well past one am, but Bruce thinks otherwise. A small whine leaves him, completely uncharacteristic normally, but very on point in his drunken state.

»C‘mon, you‘ve only been here for what… two hours?«

He sways on his spot as he leans up and turns to face you fully.

It‘s not exactly true, you‘ve been in his living room for six hours by now, talking nonsense with each other. Gossiping, mostly.

But with your intoxicated brains it‘s hard to tell anymore. So, logically, you sigh out and give in. How could you resist your best of bestest friend anyway?

»A few more minutes, then...«

And that‘s how easily you can make him smile again. It‘s crooked and his eyes are mostly unfocused, but he is satisfied with your easy compliance. And tonight, he seems to be bolder with his actions.

»C‘mere… please,« sighing out, he opens his arms and almost tackles you down with his hug, »such a good friend.« He mumbles against your shoulder, basically squeezing you tight with his arms. If it wouldn‘t been the alcohol, you would‘ve pushed him away by now and pretend to find the physical affection cringe. Not that he does it a lot, only rarely when he is sure you are both absolutely alone.

A second after, you hug him back and sigh out in relaxation. You both melt together into one not too long after, refusing to let go of the other while basking in the comfort.

»I‘m definitely sleeping here tonight.«

You are not sure if you refer to his arms or couch, not caring at this point. He takes your words seriously and squeezes you lightly, almost making your breath hitch.

»Mhm… damn right, you will.«

His voice drops lower, getting into a low whisper as he keeps you close to his chest, refusing to let go of the comfort and sweet scent of you.

Even though you didn‘t mean your words at first, you find yourself quickly accepting the fact that this night will be spend here. Hell, you wouldn‘t mind falling asleep right now like this.

A small groan leaves him and he finds himself nuzzling into your neck, searching for more warmth and most importantly your scent. He needs to make sure you are actually still there and not just a silly imagination he came up with.

Following his actions, you wrap you arms tighter around his neck, shifting to press closer. Your clouded brain can‘t help it, neither does his own and soon enough, your limbs are tangled with the other in a more chaotic way. Thanks to Bruce‘s master-brain, he finds a more comfortable position and lets you straddle his lap.

Finally seated, you both relax and simply enjoy the presence of the other. You don‘t know what changed exactly, but in the next minute he is all over you.

Hands groping gently at your curves and fats, lips tracing your skin down your neck and shoulder. Your shirt seems to be in the way, but he is also too lazy to tug it off just yet.

Your brain catches up on what‘s happening and by the time he already started, you can‘t just stop. Acting by logic and pure desire, you give into the act and tangle your fingers into his hair, guiding his head around a little.

Soon, the room fills his soft grunts and your heavy breathing. His hips desperatly jerk up and try to get friction, but it‘s harder in this position when his chest is pressed against yours and you are also pressed completely against him. Deciding you have enough of the friction that‘s barely even there, you lean him back into the back rest and do it your own way.

Hips grinding and sliding against his crotch earns a groan from both of you. The new friction feels more intense and delicious, soon getting breathless from it. His hands settle on your thighs and the small of your back, guiding you in a steady rythm.

Due to the effect of the alcohol, it‘s actually more sloppy than anything, but you both couldn‘t care less. It‘s sloppy, messy, hungry, whatever; you both need this.

Your heavy breaths turn into small whimpers, getting him riled even more than he already is. And then it happens, the final knot snapping without warning. You never came so fast before, maybe it‘s your intoxicated brain, maybe it‘s just Bruce alone, but it feels heavenly either way.

Your hips stutter and thighs shake on either side of him, and for a moment he stills too. A primal groan leaves him before he grabs onto your hips and continues, the pace faster and rougher. His brain immediately went to mush the second he realised what happened.

»Oh, yeah— s‘ good f‘ me… just like that, a little longer,« Bruce mutters under his breath, sucking new marks against the exposed skin of your neck and suddenly drags your hips painfully slow against him, trying to draw out as many needy sounds from you and milk out as many possible aftershocks from you at the same time.

The way he does it is enough to draw a second orgasm out of you, but your body simply gives out. A few final trembles and jerks, then you slump limp onto him.

Sighing out deeply, he caresses over your back and settles back comfortably with you. Your brain shuts off at the same time and are on the brink of falling asleep until he speaks up, voice low and dangerous.

»That‘s not all, doll… gonna stay the whole night, aren‘t ya?«

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[deadsetobsessions]

AU List

Hello! Welcome! This is my attempt at keeping the AU's boiuncing around in my head in order. They should be mostly in chronological order.

Some of them are getting turned into full length fics! The list (and it's open to suggestions) can be found here: Fic List

A couple of things:

Please feel free to write your own fics based on any of these! No need to ask, simply link it so I can also read it <3

If you have any specific scenarios you have an idea for and would like me to write- my asks/prompts are always open! I can't guarantee quality as I do most of my writing at like, 3 AM but I'll try my best!

I don't condone racism, bigotry, homophobia, etc.. I do not welcome it here. I acknowledge that I have biases that I've yet to unlearn. If there's something that makes you feel unwelcome in the things I write, please let me know and I will fix it ASAP.

I write these mostly on little to no sleep (that’s when I get creative I guess?) so good luck.

Update: Apparently you can have too many links on one post (which was news to me) so the links are in the titles lol

Squatter!Danny Phantom Raises Tim

Tim 'self-preservation instinct of a wet paper bag' finds Danny Phantom squatting in his house as an injured vigilante and they immediately adopt each other.

Ghost King and the Justice League

Different scenarios where the Justice League (and extensions) deal with a Ghost King Danny Phantom, who generally just wants to get some sleep and avoid his paperwork like he avoids his problems- actively and indiscriminately.

Alcoholic! Danny Adopts Jason Todd (Fic)

Danny Phantom, a struggling alcoholic, finds his way into Gotham where he adopts a young Jason Todd... after accidentally making a name for himself, again.

Spider in Gotham (Fic)

Peter Parker found himself unceremoniously dumped into Gotham and merged with his younger, formerly dead, alternate self.

Gotham! Danny and His Bats

Different scenarios wherein which Danny Phantom is Gotham's city spirit and the task of wrangling Gotham's vigilante and villainous population is laid at his feet.

Danny in Gotham

Somehow, somewhen, Danny finds himself moving to Gotham. Other than the aesthetics, Danny finds it to be pretty similar to Amity Park's insanity.

Sea Cryptic!Danny Phantom

Danny Phantom cleans beaches in his off time. One day, he has to pick Batman (and his plane that was littered all over the ocean floor) out of the sea.

Danny Gets Yeeted (Yoted?) Into Gotham

Danny Phantom dented the Batmobile and got an adoption, vigilante siblings, and a gang of kids following him for his troubles/

Danielle "Dani/Ellie" Phantom

Danielle Phantom travelled to Gotham. Gotham encounters a wild Danny amidst its tall towers.

Timothy Drake-Centric

When Tim Drake is set on something, very little can stop him, With sub catergories : Reincarnated as Gamer! Timmy Drake (fem Tim)(Fic) and New Tim-line, Who Dis?

Reincarnated as Damian Wayne's Older Sister

Based on a nightmare, an OC finds themself reincarnated as Damian Wayne's older sister. She does not have a good time.

Prompts Found

A collection of prompts found and filled. Includes Triplet Tim and Reverse Trope Prompt.

Misc. ficlets and thoughts

My brain vs. whatever errant thoughts and ideas that decided to pop up when I'm trying to sleep.

[blackbirdsblackberries]

Gotham Masterlist

ONESHOTS

(Any without links are unwritten and will be out soon)

Romantic:

Yandere Ivy x reader x Yandere Harley

Platonic:

Reader Snaps

Latina Reader

Magical Girl Reader

Teenage Antihero Reader

Reader Doesn’t Trust Healthcare

Batfam x little nightmare! Reader

Batfam x weirdcore! Reader

Batfam x Sorcerer! Reader

Batfam x Gen z! Reader

Batfam/Superfam x Experimented Reader

Batfam/Superfam x Madness combat! Reader

Batfam x Lucky! Reader

Run off oneshots:

1. Reader Snaps - What happened at dinner, what did they think?

2. Reader Snaps – Reader has a partner

3. Teenage Antihero Reader – They realize who you really are

FICS:

I Hate The New Hero:

PT 1

PT 2

PT 3

PT 4

PT 5

PT 6

PT 7

PT 8

Batfam goes too far, Reader tries to leave

How much do they know?

Origin of Aranea

Don’t Drink The Kool-aid:

PT 1

Acquiring A Zoo:

Pt 1

[petsdenonne]

Workplace benefits

Pairing: Bruce Wayne x Fem!Reader

Warnings: SMUT 18+, NSFW, Cowgirl, unprotected sex, creampie, multiple orgasms, spanking, breeding kink.

Word Count: 651

Summary: Being Bruce Waynes personal assistant is a lot more fun than you imagined.

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When you had applied to work at Wayne enterprises as a bushy tailed, freshly graduated business student you had pictured yourself getting a low-down role which mainly involved you getting coffee for others and being given shit working hours, you had not pictured yourself becoming Bruce Wayne’s personal assistant.

What you also had not pictured was your skirt bunching at your hips whilst riding him as he sat in his chair at his desk.

Bruces hands squeezed your thighs as he brought you down into his lap as you bounced, pulling down roughly to draw you against him each time. Your arse smacking the top of his thighs as his cock stretched your lips to accommodate him. Quickly moving one hand away he pulled the collar of your blouse aside to sloppily kiss your neck, grumbly moans vibrating against your skin.

"God...Fuck...Bruce" You mewled out, even if he wouldn't admit it, he loved hearing how soft and needy you got when he had his cock inside you. You switched from the strict, tight lipped woman that no one can mess with to a twitching, melted mess once he was done with you.

"That's it, baby girl. Squeeze my cock, just like that" He huffed out and began to thrust up against your bounces as he left a firm smack on your behind, causing you to cry out when you felt the stinging sensation of his palm. Smirking, Bruce moved his attention from your neck and traced his lips along your jaw. Once he got to his intended destination he forced his tongue into your mouth, tracing the muscle along yours before he hungrily began to kiss you. Broken moans escaped your lips as he angled your hips down into him, your clit dragging again his groin every time your hips rocked.

After a few more movements you felt the tight knot that had been building in your stomach getting close to snapping. Looking into his heavy eyes as you whimpered and moaned you quickly came to your high. Your walls spasming around his cock as you twitched and shook against him.

“That’s it, good girl, such a good girl”

Once you had finished he quickly grabbed your waist tightly in his hands and moved you so that you were no longer in his lap, you were now laying on your back on his solid oak desk. The cold polished wood a shock to your naked behind. Before your brain could register the different position he was already stood up and thrusting back into you again.

With each rock of his hips you could feel the tip of his cock dragging along the bundle of nerves within your walls that were already overwhelmed.

“God, look at you, cock drunk already” Bruce whispered out, bracing himself on the desk either side of you before he placed a hand down on your stomach, adding light pressure to increase the feel of him settling in deeply, and to stop you from shifting off the table as he sped up.

Your name hissing from his mouth through clenched teeth as he pumped into you over and over and over again with quick, rough strokes. The ripples of pleasure that you had been feeling suddenly turned into an avalanche as you hit your high for a second time.

A greedy smirk on his face as he watched you come undone underneath him. “That’s it, god, I’m gonna cum, baby girl. I’m going to pump you full”

Feeling him release as he came, moaning your name amongst a growl Bruce finally pulled out of you. His remnants dripping out as he watched it.

Reaching over to the box of tissues he kept near his monitor he knelt down to clean you up. Leaving soft caring kisses along your thighs to bring you down slowly.

“I think we will have to schedule in another work review soon”

[gothamite-rambler]

Did Alfred just give Jason a gun as a gift? Aww, that's so sweet!

Alfred Pennyworth opened the door for Jason Todd with a warm smile, but Jason looked confused by the unexpected invitation.

Jason: Did you call me?

Alfred: Yes, wipe your feet and follow me.

Jason (suspicious): Okay.

Jason followed Alfred through the grand halls of Wayne Manor until they reached a door that led to a concealed room. Alfred calmly pulled out a handgun and held it out for Jason.

Alfred: You want this Colt M1911?

Jason (bewildered): You invited me over here to give me a gun? I always imagined Bruce would do this, but not you. Wow, this whole room is filled with weapons.

As Jason stepped inside, he took in the sight of handguns, knives, tasers, and a variety of other weaponry neatly arranged throughout the secret room.

Jason (surprised): Shit, this is quite the arsenal. Sorry for my language.

Alfred (waving away those concerns): You’re fine. Long story short, I have no need for this anymore. I used it back in my day. Shot a lot of racists with this… It was an undocumented war, mind you. Bruce whines about me owning it, but I don’t take his concerns seriously. Still, I respect that he doesn't want me to keep this particular weapon. It reminds him of the one that shot his parents.

Jason listened intently, slightly taken aback.

Alfred: I care about Bruce and have kept this hidden, and it helps that I have an affinity for shotguns over handguns.

Jason (questioning this): This… is a lot to take in. I knew you had guns, but you grew up in England. Aren't the gun laws there strict?

Alfred (half-joking): I had many reasons for moving to America, and it wasn't for your shoddy healthcare. That's for sure.

Jason nodded then chuckled.

Alfred: You have an affinity for guns, and I might not have long for this world… possibly. I’ve never been fully against your 'kill policy' when it comes to the type of people you take out, so why don’t we count this as a birthday gift? Don’t even feel the need to answer—just keep it. Here’s a box of bullets.

Alfred handed him the gun and a box of bullets, leaving Jason momentarily speechless.

Jason: Okay, um… I’m not sure how to process the fact that my father’s butler just gave me a gun as a gift—or that there’s an undocumented war. But I appreciate this. I wasn’t aware you cared about me this much.

Alfred patted Jason on the shoulder and locked his secret gun room before leading the still-confused but pleased young man back out.

Alfred: I care for all of you, Jason. As a gun owner myself, I understand the desire for quality weapons. That gun has served me well, and it can serve you too.

Jason: That crazy homeless person on the bus told me this would happen in a vague way… never expected it to come true.

Alfred (chuckling): Interesting, isn’t it? If Bruce ever sees that gun, just inform him I gave it to you. I'll confirm it. He can’t fire me anyway.

Jason (nodding): That makes sense. Can I hear more about this undocumented war?

Alfred (checking his watch): My break is almost over. Next time.

Jason: Damn, I can’t get the war story… were they Nazis?

Alfred: It’s a long story, Jason. They weren't Nazis though, just a different type of racists. Would you like to take some pie before you leave?

Jason: Someone I trust just gave me a gun, and now I’m getting dessert. The crazy homeless man on the subway was right!

Alfred: I’m someone you trust… I appreciate that, Jason. You know what, feck it, you can take the whole pie home.

Jason (eager): Yes!

[violerrs]

— Lost In The Shadow ❞

ZERO | EVERYTHING TO NOTHING

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BATFAM X DAUGHTER!ZEN'IN!READERX JUJUTSU KAISEN

SYPNOPSIS; living as Bruce Wayne daughter already hard enough. it's more harder when you're one of Zen'in survivor and the only jujutsu sorcerer in the Vigilante Family.

Italics=in japanese

WARNING; using a lot of ocs, people from jujutsu kaisen are already aged up to adulthood, post-culling game arc(jkk ending), swearings, abandonment, death, child trauma, i hate happiness, english is not my mother language, female reader insert, spoilers, violance vigilante stuff ykyk, ooc, mention of trauma, etc etc.

[Name] had an ideal life from the beginning of her life. A small family, a good relationship with her parents, a friend to stay with, all the dolls she desires, and a family vacation in a tiny cabin on the "land of the rising sun" side of the country. [Name] never dares to forget a memory from childhood. It's unfortunate that such a recollection didn't endure for very long. They were forced to leave the country and go to New Jersey in order to escape the chaos there.

They landed in Gotham City, which is gloomy and full of crime, very different from what the young girl had anticipated. Her father reassured her that nothing would ever come her way, and he said this with the same smile that instantly calmed her thoughts. She nodded and smiled at him, knowing that it was only the calm before the storm. and folks who traveled far and wide for them following her parents. What followed was a hazy recollection buried beneath her sorrow; her father perished in an explosion, and even today [name] can still hear the deafening noises ringing in her ears. She pondered whether he would still be alive if she followed her mother's advice. Would he hold her close to him again? Her mother pulled her away from the site as the explosion's impact shattered the surrounding area, and she ran away to a place where the people who were pursuing her would never find her.

Nothing is ever the same. [name] is struggling to reintegrate into her former shell; she lost a piece of herself in that explosion, and almost three months have passed, yet nothing will ease the pain. She begins to miss her old home, her buddy, the cabin, and most of all, her papa. The young child even begins pleading with her mother to allow her to return to Okayama and resume their previous way of life. However, the woman gently declined, instead showing her affectionate caress for her daughter's hair without providing a reason, only the consolation of a puppy that sprang out of her shadow can temporarily ease her anxiety. and at such a young age, her cursed technique manifested.

She was wearing a cute [color] dress one day in their rented flat, and her mother was wearing the same dress. Were they anticipating a visitor? For whom might her mother be waiting? Her mother hurried to open the door of their apartment after hearing a gentle knock, and a man with blue eyes entered the room. He glanced at the woman with his cool, analytical façade; it was a face he recognized but couldn't identify. She was startled when the man's sharp gaze found [name] peeking behind her bedroom. "Zen'in, you've been hiding this the entire time?" As she welcomes him into the small flat, her mother's eyes narrow.

"Touche, like you would settle down for our sake if I stayed, Brucie," she remarks in a tone which seems almost sarcastic; she is annoyed enough to allow this man into their HER lives once again.

“[name] dearest come here would you? we have a guest coming.”

However, her mother's unpleasant tone shifted to one of compassion, as if she couldn't bear to vent her annoyance on her adorable young girl—never. her daughter nodded. Her small dress fluttered as she jogged a little to where her mother and the man were after [name] left her room at her mother's request (order). Like a leech clinging to its blood vessel, the girl stood near her mother. she saw him, Though she doesn't yet understand the language, she has seen the tall, famous man on television a few times, and her [color] eyes are adoring him attentively. Her mother left them alone while the older woman retrieved something from the back, leaving them awkwardly staring with shy, cute eyes. Bruce tried to strike up a conversation with the girl in the dress, but she only gave him confused and unsure answers. He realized that there was a language barrier between them and paused for a moment. He knows that her mother must have raised her in her mother tongue, Japanese, and possibly a few other languages from her stepfather's side, her papa's side.

When her mother finally comes back with the young child's bag, she leads them out of the small flat and into a luxurious suv. Let's say they go on a great adventure together. She still puts a barrier between herself and Bruce, but she still had fun even though the feeling was different without her papa by her side. When she returns after a run to retrieve a fallen flower from a nearby tree, the two are having an adult conversation.

"You have no idea, Megumi; there are tons of threats in my life. and I can't let the path I've picked put her life in harm. She's already lost.. Someone she cared about. Give it a second thought, Megumi.”

"It's safer with you rather than me; they're hunting me; they've got my husband. Bruce, and I won't let them get hold of my girl, not when I'm still breathing and still can fight."

“You can feel her loss, can you Bruce? If anything or anyone I trust to take care of my girl. I trust you and Pennyworth the most.”

As the voyage comes to a conclusion Night will arrive and they will head back to the SUV as the sunset turns everything orange. During the car drive back, [name]'s head hits the window, reminding her that it's not the way to her apartment but rather the notorious Wayne Manor. Puzzled by this, They all exited the SUV, and an elderly man was waiting for them. When he offered to take [name]'s bag, her mother let it, which made the young daughter feel awkwardly awkward. She pulled her mother's attire, and the mother lowered herself to her daughter's level.

“Listen to me [name]” Megumi started with a soft but firm approach, her soft hand finding its way to her daughter's chubby cheek, the familiar warmth soothing her worries. “From now on, you will refer to him as your Father, you will live with him as well as with mr. Pennyworth I want you to be on your best behavior while i.. sort things out with the bad people.” her tone is firm as she makes it sound to be. “You will be referred to as [name] Wayne. Do you understand?”

“...Father? but my father is only Papa. Mother are you.. leaving me here?”

After analyzing the connections, [name] concludes that their journey this morning was intended to be their final time together until they meet again. abandoning her in this large Manor with god knows who those people are. Bewildered and betrayed, she shook her head. Was what occurred three months ago the reason behind her mother's abandonment? Does she sees her as a burden?

“Nothing would ever be the same after this— everything would have changed after this, you must understand that we cannot meet again until I resolve the issues with those people. life as you know will be replaced with something else, but.. don't ever, ever give up”

“you will have a better life here, than i ever could give you now. be brave, [Name].”

Thus, knowing that it will be the last time, the mother strokes her daughter's head. As her mother stood up to be separated from her, the child's eyes started to fill with tears. Her tiny hand tries to get in touch with her mother in order to convince her to stay or simply take [name] with her.

“for a little while, you’ll be safe.”

and at that Megumi Zen’in disappear to the night, as well disappeared from [Name] Zen’in Wayne.

a/n: hellow! Greetings wherever you're I'm Mika, and this is the first batfam crossover fic i wrote personally sorry if there's an error or mistake regarding the lore cuz I'm still navigating at how to write in english to be honest and me forgotten some lore isn't any better too lmao

anyway english is not my first language as i state in warning don't expect something good huhu.

if you're wondering the story takes after the culling game/shibuya arc, after whatever ending Gege Akutami made up. ik that the Zen'in clan was massacred by Maki but i make an "what if" she didn't kill all of 'em? and don't mistake Megumi Zen'in as Fushiguro. They are a completely different person (obviously) they just had the same first name (my humor said it will be hilarious) and there will be major jjk spoiler but i'll try not to spoil as much

that's all for now!

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[squirshal]

Kinktober 2024!

Batfamily Edition!

(Please be nice this is my first Kinktober)

Day 1: Mutual Masterbation ~ Tim Drake

Day 2: Pillow Humping/Pseudo-Incest/DDLG/Fantasy ~ Bruce Wayne

Day 3: Virginity Loss/Lingerie ~ Tim Drake

Day 4: Morning Sex/Somnophilia ~ Tim Drake

Day 5: Restraints/Bondage ~ Cassandra Cain

Day 6: Choking/Breath Play ~ Damian Wayne

Day 7: Revenge Sex/Corruption/Alley Sex ~ Jason Todd

Day 8: Breeding Kink/Aphrodisiacs ~ Dick Grayson

Day 9: Size Kink/Size Difference ~ Jason Todd

Day 10: Threesome/Spit Roasting ~ Jason Todd & Dick Grayson

Day 11: Face Sitting ~ Dick Grayson

Day 12: Skinny Dipping/Love Bites ~ Dick Grayson

Day 13: Praise/Thigh Riding/Begging/Daddy Kink ~ Bruce Wayne

Day 14: Brat Taming/Spanking ~ Bruce Wayne

Day 15: Double Penetration ~ Jason Todd & Dick Grayson

Day 16: Face Fucking/Hair Pulling/Dacryphilia ~ Jason Todd

Day 17: Party Games/Keeping Quiet ~ Tim Drake

Day 18: Cockwarming/Punishment ~ Jason Todd

Day 19: Caught Masterbating ~ Tim Drake

Day 20: Toys/Edging ~ Jason Todd

Day 21: Free Use/Squirting/Overstimulation ~ Batboys

Day 22: Stalker/Possessive ~ Tim Drake

Day 23: Lap Dance/Skirt Stays On/Thigh Highs ~ Tim Drake

Day 24: Shower Sex/Lazy Sex ~ Dick Grayson

Day 25: Impact Play/Hate Sex/Degradation ~ Jason Todd

Day 26: Exhibitionism/Voyeurism/Role Reversal ~ Tim Drake

Day 27: Quickie/Uniform/Car Sex ~ Jason Todd

Day 28: Phone Sex/Voice Kink ~ Dick Grayson

Day 29: Sex Tapes/Humiliation/Begging/Blackmail ~ Tim Drake

Day 30: Suspension/Gunplay/CNC ~ Jason Todd

Day 31: Aftercare ~ Jason Todd