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Twice Cursed

Warnings: mentions of death and curses, let me know if I missed any :)

Pairings: Batfamily x reader platonic

Request: Hello!! Can I pls request a batfam x ghost! reader (yes, again). You had died about 10 years before Bruce was born so you've been there for quit some timeYou've never hurt anyone (atleast not intentionally) so they let u stay. You're shy and youve never talked above a whisper so sometimes its difficult to hear you. You also get scared very easily so let's say you're taking you're daily stroll around the manner, humming your favorite tune when all of a sudden, you turn the corner and bump into Alfred. He let's about a small "oh" meanwhile you let out a loud screech and cover your eyes. This took him by surprise since he's never heard you be this loud. You slowly take your hands off of your eyes to reveal a flushed, embarrased, face. "Sorry," you whispered, "that took me by surprise" you said before disappearinginto the walls before he could even sat anything.This had happened again throughout the whole day but instead it was with Jason, Tim, Damian, and Bruce

Request by: Anon

*not my gif*

Summary: You aren’t able to hear as well as normal, and it freaks you out

A/N: I don’t love this, but it’s all I can write rn

Please don’t plagiarize my work, you may reblog if you like but I’m asking that you don’t steal my hard work

You were cursed. Well, yes, you were cursed to be a ghost for the rest of eternity with your soul tied to the manor you died in. But you were cursed in a different way because today you kept being taken by surprise.

That wasn’t something that happened very often with you because a not so commonly known fact about ghosts was that they actually had an exquisite sense of hearing. So in reality, you should have seen it all coming.

It first started with Alfred, the butler in the manor that you lived in. The two of you talked more than you did with most of the other ones, him always happy to have a lovely chat with you, who he had known since he first began working in the home.

You had begun a routine many decades back where every morning when the sun was just coming up and all of the curtains were thrown wide open from the windows, allowing beautiful light to illuminate the halls, you would take a stroll and admire its beauty.

Long ago, you had figured out all of the ins and outs of being what you were and had mastered the art of solidifying and un-solidifying yourself on command. It was mainly used when you wanted to grab something or when you actually wanted to walk instead of just floating a couple inches off the ground, like now.

What you hadn’t realized though, was that Alfred was just about to turn the corner at an intersection that you were just about to round as well.

The two of you both realized too late that the other person was there, and you both stumbled back, Alfred breathing out a small, “Oh,” of surprise.

You on the other hand, let out a terrified shriek, falling backwards, your hands flying up to your mouth. Not only were you not used to actually touching a human being- something you didn’t like doing- but you hadn’t heard him coming. Being snuck up on was something that hadn’t happened to you since before your death.

Alfred’s eyes widened for a different reason now, having never heard you speak above a whisper, let out a full blown yell.

“Y/n-“ He tried to speak, but you had already un-solidified and rushed into the nearest wall to get as far away from the situation as possible.

Whenever something was upsetting you, you always went to the attic, one of the only rooms almost never used, just for some alone time to clear your head. And that’s exactly what you did after your last exchange with Alfred until you had calmed down enough to leave once again.

To say that was weird would be an understatement, that had never happened to you before and it was puzzling to say the least.

You shook your head to yourself slightly, trying to laugh off the small error made by you as you walked in your materialized form, only to run into someone once again.

Jason barely budged from the impact, but his eyebrows raised in surprise, “What the-“

For the second time this morning, you let out a shriek, hands flying up to cover your mouth. As you turned on your heel to scurry away once more, you hit someone else, them being pushed back on impact this time.

“Hey, are you-“ Tim couldn’t even finish his sentence before you had pushed past him and disappeared into the nearest wall, leaving him and a very confused Jason behind.

When you returned to the attic, your head was buried in your hands and you shook it back and forth, trying to figure out what was the matter with you, only for you to run into someone- well, two someone’s. Again.

Damian and Bruce both adopted similar looks of shock, as you let another yell slip off of your lips, but this time it was one of frustration, because you yet again hadn’t sensed that they were there.

“Are you alright?” Bruce asked softly.

“I’m sorry,” You whispered, pulling your hands away from your face, “You just caught me by surprise.”

Damain raised an eyebrow, “I thought that didn’t happen to you?”

“I guess it does now,” Your voice was still soft as you spoke and you nervously played with your fingers.

The older man smiled softly, “That’s okay, Y/n, it happens to the best of us.”

Your head snapped up to him, “It does?”

He nodded his head, “Jason, Tim, and Alfred were just telling me about how this happened to them, and if that’s the case that means that their vigilante instincts aren’t sharp today.”

“What do you mean?” Your eyebrows furrowed.

“You say that you couldn’t hear them coming, but they also couldn’t hear you, which they normally could do.” He explained patiently.

Your mouth dropped open slightly in realization.

“It’s just an off day,” He continued softly.

You nodded your head along, mulling his words over, “Just an off day,” You finally agreed, looking at the duo with a small smile.

Perhaps you weren’t two times cursed after all.

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toast-on-dandelioms · 2 months

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Hello, I really a fans of your work and always waiting for the updates. I have a question, what happen if Y/n just ignore the batfam as Y/n also turn to superfam becoming their family. It also assuming Alfred A-Okay with it. Oh, also Y/n might be have relationship with one of the superboys and she love to cuddle with the lover. Well, that's just my wild imagination thinking about.

Oh well, I hope you have great days.❤️😘

Thank you for liking my work! If you're asking for part 4, it will come out soon and probably by the end of next week!

Well, I don't think Alfred would be totally a-okay with this and after a bit he would act to 'fix' the situation.

He wants you to stay at the Manor and be appreciated too by the Batfam even though they don't even know you exist.

He has tried before, talking about you to Bruce and the others but they always dismissed him with the excuse of being busy or forgetting about you the next day.

And seeing you giving up on being with your real family and finding love in another family that actually accepts you and he can't accept that.

You're supposed to be with him as the rest of the Waynes not with some alien family.

He would act like he supports you whenever you come to visit him since you mostly live with the Kents nowadays and come to the Manor to grab the things you needed since you were moving your stuff from the Manor to the Kents house.

After a while you start to come home, to come back to him even less before you just visit him maybe once a month before it turns into no more visiting him since you're busy with school, dance classes and the vigilante role you still have.

And Alfred hates it so he decides that he can't stand to watch his boys obsess over your vigilante persona when they can't even bother to notice you weren't living in the Manor anymore.

So he decides to call a family meeting without your knowledge and explains everything, who you were behind the mask and how dissapointed and ashamed that the people he raised didn't even acknowledge that you existed.

Their reaction, which were mostly of confusion before realisation bothered him but he stayed silent and used their reaction to manipulate them, make them think you weren't in the right place with the Kent family.

And after a week from that meeting, you started to receive texts from all the batfam and also kept seeing them everywhere, with Bruce at school or when you were patrolling the city.

He would always try to talk to you, which you ignored or gave him the finger while swinging away, preferring to not engage in his tries to connect with you.

Plus he would show up at your dance recitals when you never said anything to Alfred about them and he would always be right in first row with a smug smile since he knew you couldn't do anything.

Plus you already knew they knew who you were behind the mask, they said your name when you had your mask on so many times you wanted to punch their faces.

You had to skip a few days of school because Tim and Damian started to show up at your same highschool and sitting next to you in class, to which no one would say anything and it frustrated you since highschool was one of your safe places but not anymore.

You tried to ignore Dick and Jason's attempts at stalking you, not because it was noticeable since you never saw them but the spider sense made you aware you were being watched and after a bit you were able to notice them following you.

Yes you did feel proud since you didn't have any detective training like the others but still knew who was following just by using the things around you.

You vented your frustrations with Clark and Conner and they did help by letting you skip school and everything but you had to go back to school or it would affect your attendance and damage your reputation and curriculum for future colleges applications.

But one fateful day, you went to a mission with Conner and Clark since they needed a third person but couldn't bring Jon since he was busy with school, so you went in his place.

During the mission you got ambushed, Conner and Clark were at disadvantage since the attackers (not sure on the term, the people that attacks) somehow had kryptonite weapons.

Plus you were also fighting, using the tasers and also the objects around you like rocks or trees.

Yes, you did throw a tree at a group of them and you also got Clark telling you not to do it again. Did you listen though? No.

As you were fighting you suddenly got stung by something in the leg, and when you touched the spot where it hurt you saw a small dart there.

You opened your mouth to call for Clark or Conner but someone covered your mouth and held you as you fainted while Clark and Conner had to flee since the attackers were too strong with the kryptonite.

The last thing you saw was the smiling face of Dick before completely giving in the drug you got injected in your body, not hearing them fight about who was gonna carry you in the batmobile.

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klemen-tine · 19 hours

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No Prince Charming

(Batfam x Mom!Reader)

Anonymous asked:

Hello, I really like your work.

I saw that you have an open request, so I want to share an idea that has been sitting in my head for a long time.

Reader married Bruce for convenience. (In my head, the reader is a woman, but I'll leave it to your taste) The wedding takes place shortly before the appearance of the first Robin. Bruce and reader have a cold relationship. Reader comes from the wealthy population of Gotham. Therefore, reader is well educated and intelligent. So after a while, when Dick already appears, reader understands what her husband does at night. But reading doesn't say anything about it or hint at it. The reader doesn't want to get involved in any of this, it scares her. And although the reader is planning a divorce, she takes care of all the members of her new family. And although she is neglected in the family, the reader becomes a parental figure for children. But the children won't admit it. When Damian appears, the reader doesn't say a word to Bruce. But Damian treats reader very badly. And that becomes the trigger. The reader slips Bruce the divorce papers.(not to mention that they are getting divorced, since Bruce is likely to protest) and when Bruce signs them, he leaves the estate, leaving the divorce papers and the wedding ring on the bed when no one notices. And only then does the family realize what they have done with their neglect of reader. Their yandere trait is waking up in them and now they need to somehow find their reader.

Sorry if it's too much.

And I apologize for the English, I am writing with a translator

❤

Warning: Non-consensual drugging, not descriptive sex. It's just mentioned, no details. Hinted at Dick's trauma with his sidekick.

It was a marriage of convenience. That's all it was. Bruce Wayne knew Y/N L/N since childhood, and while they weren’t close, Y/N was the only one who never treated him any differently after his parents were murdered. Maybe it's because her own father was murdered, and she understood that sometimes the greatest support was to act like nothing changed.

Fast forward to young adults, Bruce Wayne was now Brucie in public, and Y/N was the unstoppable woman leading her own company by the reins. Bruce had come to her with an offer, one that had her brows raised and painted lips smirking. For Bruce Wayne, this will help solidify his position as someone who was not Batman, and for Y/N it would finally silence the hecklers that gnawed at her heels and bit into her shoulders.

A frigid marriage, filled with cold greetings, Brucie still entertaining women, Y/N still controlling her company with painted lips, and rumors surrounding them. Despite the coldness, Y/N knew a lie when she saw one. She knows a front when she comes face to face with one, and it is why when she saw Batman in the hallways of Wayne manor, staring at her in shock and apprehension, she rolled her eyes and continued to sip her wine as she made her way back to her office.

“Please don’t stain the carpet. Alfred just shampooed them.” They never brought it up again. Bruce was no Prince Charming, despite the front he put on for strangers. There were no whispered promises, no flowers, no gifts, nothing but ‘hellos’ and ‘goodbyes.’

Then, along came Richard ‘Dick’ Grayson. A child who had blinked up at her with large blue eyes, and Y/N could feel her heart crumble. She had welcomed him with open arms and smiles. She had welcomed all of the Robins in. Her manicured nails getting shorter each time, so she doesn’t have to fear hurting one of them, and her smiles became softer. Y/N had never tried to replace any of their mother’s, but that didn’t mean she didn’t feel like one.

But it was Bruce they had a closer bond with. Which is why they started following his behavior towards her. Clipped words and rolling of eyes were common, as were the cold shoulders and tense silences.

“You’re not my mom! So stop asking how school was!” Y/N stared at Jason in shock and curiosity about where that outburst had come from. Alfred was the only one to say anything. A stern, “Master Jason,” and a look that had even Bruce cowering had the young boy apologizing. Y/N ignored the way her heart slowly broke, as the quirky child full of smiles, sass, and who loved classics, turned his back on her.

As if she wasn’t the one to introduce those books to him.

Y/N doesn’t blame them for their cold behavior towards her. She doesn’t blame Dick’s disregard, Jason’s hurtful words, Tim’s cynical looks, Steph’s taunts, and Damian’s heated actions.

Y/N had cried at Jason’s funeral, she helped Bruce fight for custody for Tim, she had consoled Dick after some of his own traumatic experiences, and she sat there and listened as Damian compared her and Talia. Talia, of all people. She had met the woman once, and Y/N had nodded at her. Y/N never judged Bruce for sleeping with the woman. Hell, Y/N would have too. Y/N can recall the day Damian came to their manor, and the short look Dick had given her when she and the child made eye contact.

Y/N doesn’t know if it was a look of concern or mockery, but she knows he did look.

She was there for Richard when his trauma with his sidekick happened. He may have never told her, but Y/N is a woman. A woman who has known people that have suffered the same way Dick has. That are still suffering like he is.

“I’m sorry Richard.”

“What do you even know?! You know nothing! Absolutely nothing so just butt out!” Dick glared at her with blue eyes that had put the arctic water to shame. Y/N stood there and took it all. She stood proudly with her shoulders back and chin up.

In public, she was a stoic mother keeping the children in check while Bruce goofed off. She was the woman who failed her children, because she chose to continue running her business. Her very, very, very successful business. A business that had taken her and her mother from the bottom of High Society, to the top 10%. A series of great investments, smart marketing, and pretty words have lined her pockets with money that she could easily retire on.

Yet, all that money couldn’t save her mother. The woman died of a heart attack, and there was nothing, absolutely nothing Y/N could do besides bury her mother.

“Bruce please.”

“I am busy.”

“I know but Bruce, this is my–”

“Ask Alfred.” He had turned his back and Y/N was stuck staring at the retreating man with a new feeling of heartbreak. The tabloids ate up that she was alone at her mother’s funeral. A private event that no one was allowed into besides close family and friends.

When she came back, eyes downcast and shoulders slumped, Damian had picked the time to make his disdain known again, “–and my mother would have never let herself go like that. You look horrid, unbefitting of a Wayne. A disgrace.”

Blank E/C eyes stared into raging green and she sighed, “Thanks, Damian.” She spared him no glance after that, and she walked towards her bedroom to take a hot shower. It was there, under the hot spray of water that she finally cried. She cried for the last part of family she had, and the years she lost from marrying a man who didn’t even like her enough to attend a godforsaken fucking funeral. She cried for the children she couldn’t even call her own.

She cried for the life she missed by marrying Bruce fucking Wayne.

“Honey, are you happy?”

“Of course Mama.”

“You never could lie to me sweetie.” Her mother kissed her forehead and looked into E/C eyes with nothing but love, “You’ve worked so hard, sweetie.” That acknowledgement alone had her almost in tears, “But please start working for yourself now.”

Taking a deep breath, Y/N hopped out of the shower and called her lawyer. Divorce papers were in her hands within 24 hours, and her bags packed in 3.

She stood next to Bruce, ignoring the scowl on his face as she ‘disrupted’ his work. Y/N kept her face neutral, because if she smiled it would give it all away, and handed him the page he needed to sign.

For a billionaire and for a vigilante, he sure didn’t read the damn paper. Which is fine. Great even, because now, after being here for over a decade, Y/N is free. She laughed in her room, laughing so hard that it almost tore her throat. Leaving a copy of it on Bruce’s bed once he was gone, she grabbed her suitcase and accidentally ran into Alfred on her way out the door.

The old man took a look at her clothes, her bags, and her expression before sighing, “Shall I drive you for the last time, Lady Y/N?” Y/N smiled, bitterly at the thought of leaving Alfred, her only solace in this cold mansion.

“To the airport, please.” The ride was silent, and Y/N didn’t look back as they left the gates of the mansion. It wasn’t until they were halfway there that Y/N spoke up, “My lawyer will call in a few days, just to hash out the details.”

“Is that so?”

“There’s nothing I want. No assets, no money, nothing will be taken, I just want a divorce.” She just wants the law to recognize that she is not a Wayne. That she will never be a Wayne.

“Lady Y/N, perhaps a check for compensation for the emotional strain would be nice?” Y/N laughed, bitterly and sad, “I don’t want his money. I want nothing to do with him anymore.”

“And the kids?”

“They don’t need me. They never did. I doubt they will even notice.” Gotham International Airport wasn’t crowded, and that may be because it was 1pm on a Tuesday. Alfred helped her with her bags, and the old man stared at the woman before him. He remembers meeting her for the first time, a confident young woman who had a way with words and was unfairly intelligent. Matching wits and able to speak confidently in a room of people who thought little of her.

It's good to see some of that coming back.

Y/N hugged Alfred, “Thank you, Alfred. For everything.” The older man sighed and watched as the woman took her bags and walked away. Not once did she look back and Alfred decided to stay until her form disappeared in the building. He sighed heavily and when got back in the car, he dialed a number he knew by heart. It only took three rings before the voice of the man he raised answered, “Alfred, is everything okay?”

“Master Bruce, I fear you may have lost something precious, and I do hope you, and the young masters, have a plan to make this up to them.” He hung up afterwards as he merged into traffic, and he hoped his message finally hit something within his son’s dense skull.

When he returned back to the manor, he began the preparation for making dinner. All was silent throughout the manor, until the door opened and the rush of the footsteps began marching towards him.

“Master Richard, I urge you to not run.”

“Bruce told me there was an emergency and to hurry to the manor?” Alfred sighed, “While it is an emergency, it is not one you can fix on your own.” No, this was something for Bruce to fix seeing tha all the problems stemmed from him.

Dick raised a brow, “What kind of emergency is it?” Alfred pursed her lips, “Miss Y/N Wayne is now Miss Y/N L/N once more.” He turned to look the man he has considered his grandson in the eyes, and he could see the revelation sink in.

“Y/N divorced Bruce?” Alfred nodded, “The papers have been signed.”

“Bruce would never sign those papers.” Alfred raised a brow, “They are signed and waiting for him to read.” Dick slowly walked out of the kitchen, “Is she still here?” Alfred turned back to the food and Dick began speed walking towards Y/N’s room. As a child it never occurred to him why they would they never slept together, but as he got older he understood.

He knocked on her doors, calling her name like he used to as a kid.

Dick had always understood that Bruce’s and Y/N’s relationship was not one of a couple in love. He also understood that Y/N’s treatment in the manor by the residents of the manor was unfair. Whenever he could, he would correct Damian’s harsh words, but even he himself couldn’t fully bring himself to be all that kind to her.

He tried. He desperately tried, because he saw all that she did for them behind the scenes. He saw the mistreatment and judging looks others would give her as her ‘husband’ was out fooling around.

Dick saw the blank look she had given Damian after her mother’s funeral. The one none of them had gone too.

“What do you mean you didn’t go?” His voice panicked as he talked to Tim, “I didn’t go. I was under the assumption someone else would go.”

Y/N could have been Gotham’s biggest bitch, but not even then would she have deserved that. What made it worse was that Y/N was not a bitch. She wasn’t cruel, or unkind. She was as much of a philanthropist as Bruce was. Always aiding those whose needed it and desperately trying to make Gotham a better place.

Dick opened her doors and was greeted with an empty room. Gone were the picture frames, and the closet was empty along with the bathroom. Her prized jewlery, the things she took care of almost obsessively, all of it was gone.

He could remember beng 9 and sitting next to her as she cleaned one of her sapphire earrings. Thin fingers with long nail held the earring next to him, a scrutinizing look on her face before she would break out into a grin, “As I thought, nothing could ever compare to our Dickie’s sapphire eyes.”

“Holy shit.”

“What’s going on- why is Y/N’s room empty?” Tim looked throughout the room, and Dick could see the wonder across his younger brother’s face. Right, between all of them, Tim and Y/N had the least amount of time spent together.

Dick stared at his brother as the image of Y/N smiling at a string of pearls entered his mind. She had explained to him when he asked that pearls, while feminine, also symbolized new beginnings. She had gotten it when Tim’s custody was signed over to the Waynes.

“She’s gone.” Tim met Dick’s eyes, “Like… taking a vacation gone?” Dick gave a humorless chuckle, “She divorced Bruce, Tim. Y/N is gone.” This must have been what Alfred saw when he broke the news to Dick. The confusion and then realization coming to light in those blue eyes.

“Bruce would never sign those papers.” Dick had said the same thing, and yet here she was. Gone. As if to emphasize his point, Dick made an exaggerated expression and motioned to the empty room.

Tim looked around and he could feel a headache forming, “Bruce is gonna be pissed.” Dick groaned, “Fuck Bruce for a second, the only stable-mentally healthy-adult figure that isn’t Alfred is gone, Tim.” The boy didn’t look all that bothered, “Well, if she’s happier then I don’t mind.”

Of course he doesn’t mind. Why? Because this little stalker most likely knows where she’s going. Tim did a good job hiding it, but Dick was raised by Bruce. He is trained to spot the mciroexpressions of people, and even if they are his own siblings.

Tim is panicking. The very thought of Y/N leaving had not once occurred to them, and for Tim who loves planning, this was not once ever in the plans.

Not once. Y/N had been a staple within the manor, and to imagine her not being here was rough. Evenw hen she left for business trips, it was fine because they all knew she was coming back. SHe would come back with souvenirs, handing each of them something that reminhded her of them, before running upstairs to get out of the family’s judgemental line of sight.

“Fucking hell.”

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Bruce entered the condo with ease. His steps light as he walked through the dark room, noting the all the furniture. There was no Y/N in the living room or kitchen, but when he looked out the balcony door, he could see her back. She was leaning against the edge of the infinity pool, without doubt a hot tub of some sorts because it was too cold to be swimming in a regular pool.

She didn’t even turn around to look at him, her attention focused on the view of the snowy mountains and raging seas in front of her. Bruce could see the wine bottle left on the side of the pool and the glass that looked like it was finished only a short while ago. When she did turn around, E/C reflected the stars and dimly lit light around the pool, making them shine and sparkle like they were the galaxy.

Bruce isn’t blind. He knows Y/N is an attractive woman who had many people lusting after her even when they were married. Talia even made a note of it, “You should see if she wants to join next time.” He should have known that his clipped response was a sign.

It was all there, and yet he did everything within his power to ensure that he would not fall in love with her. Falling in love has always been out of the question, and when Y/N came into his life, Bruce made it his mission to do just that. The woman before him had never complained, and she never seemed to fault him for it, but he could tell there was resentment. If he couldn’t have allowed himself to fall in love with her, he could have at least offered her friendship. One that made life more bearable for the both of them, and set a good example for the kids.

“What are you doing, Bruce?” She didn’t seem shocked that he was here, let alone in her vacation condo. Bruce took off his shirt and pants, stripping down to his boxers before joining her in the hot tub. He had grabbed two glasses of wine before doing so, handing her one and taking a sip from the other.

“Is it wrong of me to want to join my wife on her vacation?”

“Ex-wife. The documents are signed, and besides this is a girl trip.” Bruce re-read those documents and kicked his foot for not fucking reading them when he first signed them. He should have known she was up to something.

“Y/N, come back to the manor.” He stared into E/C eyes as she took another sip of the wine. Bruce had come with a speech prepared, ready to convince her to come back with him, but it was all lost as he stared and observed the woman in front of him drink delicately from the glass. Y/N L/N has always been a woman of class, even when she was near the bottom of high society. It wasn’t her good looks that landed her in the top 10, possibly even top 5%, and like every classy woman, she was only allowed to regret a few things. Their marriage is one, but leaving is not even an option on the list of things she wants to regret but can’t.

He knows this. She knows this.

And yet, Bruce could only focus on how beautiful she looks, and how beautiful she would look sprawled on the silk bed sheets. Y/N has aged like fine wine, looking even more beautifully and worth more and more with each passing year. Aging gracefully and beautifully as the years passed and still catching the attention of others.

It's a shame his younger self was more into whiskey than wine.

He wonders how different their relationship would be if he had gotten to know her before and during the early years of their marriage. Without a doubt it would be easier to talk to her. Easier to convince her to come back to a manor that now misses her.

“And why should I?” It’d be easier to answer her with a compelling reason, one that would have her actually debating on whether or not to come back. Bruce reached over and brushed a strand of hair out of her face, and he’s shocked that she even let him do that. She didn’t flinch, nor did she lean into his touch. Y/N stood still as he moved the H/C lock behind her ears.

“The manor misses you.” He’s never heard her laugh the way she did in that moment. Throwing her head back and exposing unblemished skin to the night air as she laughed, and continued to laugh. Her shoulders shaking from the force and slightly distilling the wine.

Once she was done, her cheeks were red from the laughter and she was gasping for breath, “Yeah, okay. So Alfred misses me, I’ll make sure to give him a call then.” She turned her back to Bruce and began walking towards the edge of the pool.

“The boys, girls, and I do too.” Chateau Petra was on his lips and the feeling of cold wine hitting his face and upper chest had him closing his eyes for a second. When he opened them, Y/N’s wine glass was empty and on her face was a hard expression. Cold E/C eyes glaring into his as she pulled herself out of the pool, and grabbed the rest of the wine bottle.

“Sleep on the couch. You’re going home tomorrow.” Her steps quiet as she stalked into her home and she headed for the bathroom. Bruce sighed, and stared at the night sky with a new look in his eyes, ‘Desperate times call for desperate measures.’ He would like to believe that he is above this. He wants to believe that this was the worst case scenario happening and therefore this needs to happen.

Has to. The very thought of Y/N being away caused an itch to form under his skin and a burning fire in his chest. A fire he never knew blazed in him until it went out. Now, more aware and protective of it, Bruce found himself craving the warmth in ways that had his mouth foaming and muscles tensing. He looked down at the water and saw the red wine diluting and sprawling throughout the pool water, looking like blood for only a second.

A smile curled on his lips and he pulled himself out of the pool water, drying himself off before making his way into the shower with his ‘ex-wife.’ They may have never been lovers, but they were two adults living under the same roof.

So, of course they have had sex.

Hate sex is the best and worst sex. It is the best because Bruce can go as hard as he wants to and Y/N will love it. It is the worse because hate sex is all Y/N will see this as. Y/N will only see it has hate sex and not for the love Bruce feels for her. She won’t feel it in the way he caresses her skin or in the way he leaves his bite marks on her thighs. All Y/N will see this as, is hate sex.

Which is fine. If hate sex is what Y/N needs to see this as to work then Bruce will take it. He has time. He has plenty of time to show her how much he cares and loves her. Those divorce papers will be long gone, every single one of those copies non-existent. He loves her. He loves her in the way a cactus loves the sun, or how the stars love the moon.

Bruce was so enamored by her, that he couldn’t help but to fall deeper. Her soft hands, that have never broken a bone but have broken many hearts, cradling scarred shoulders and sharp cheeks. She didn’t flinch when his own rough hands gripped her’s, bruising and secure, and she didn’t flinch when intense blue eyes met hers. In fact, she smiled, like this was all a joke he was the butt of it.

It pissed him off that even she could have secrets and inside jokes that he doesn’t know about. As she laid there, her eyes now closed and body relaxed, Bruce pulled out a syringe filled with something that will keep her asleep. Only for a few days. Barbara is already working on getting rid of the divorce papers and the kids were preparing for her return.

Bruce kissed her forehead, smiling down at his Sleeping Beauty. If need be, the manor will be her castle and the kids her vines covered in thorns. Bruce, in all his daunting and terrifying glory shall be the dragon, keeping her locked within her castle because nowhere was safer than the castle. Only she could keep him calm, and only she could make him feel human.

Batman was never Prince Charming.

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Not my best work in my opinion... but I still like tbh.

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shallyouobeyme · 7 months

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For the “spicy” prompt im imagining Platonic Yandere Batfam discovering your internet history, and having a confrontation about how you’re far too young for such things (reader is a full adult, not that the Batfam sees it that way).

I sadly already have something written out for today, but I really love this idea so I decided that I'd just go into the concept a bit as well - I mean I make the rules to this so I might as well use that power.

Okay, so I don't really write smut as of now because I don't read it and I do have not a lot of real-life experience so I figure it might just be a lot of cringy blabbering. But let's go with the 'spicey' meaning that horny adolescents will probably think of when reading the word in the context of fanfiction.

Now you're probably somewhere in the span of 16-20 in this scenario, old enough to live independently on your own, but young enough that the batfam can somehow justify it in their mind to treat you like a precious, fragile, little toddler. Sure, some of them logically know that you're basically a grown-up, but with how much effed-up shit they see every day they don't really wanna admit that to themselves and rather chose to act all 'I do not see'. And while that's all fine and dandy for them to do, it doesn't change the logical facts. Fact number one: You grew out of binkies and blankies like a decade ago, for god's sake Dick stop trying to make me take ten naps a day with them. Fact number two: Like I said, you're kind of (definitely) an adult and assuming that you have not always been the coddled little Wayne-baby that the Batfam wants to see you as you've probably been exposed to adult things before and aren't sensitive with seeing them. Like, guys, I was reading the news daily before you crazy people kidnapped me - stop talking about international crises as if the countries are people who have minor disagreements, okay? Fact number three: there comes a time in an adult's life when they might be craving a somewhat more intimate partner in their life - and no, Damian, I don't mean the bestest friend in the whole world forever, I mean a guy or a gal or a nonbinary pal who can rock your shit, if you get my drift (never dare say that to Damian out loud tho, you will be having your mouth washed out with soap). So while it might be a giant oversight on your part to not realize that all your precious internet time is completely monitored, you still probably haven't expected to be sat down by Bruce, Dick, Jason and Alfred and get a lecture on how you're way too little to look up these kinds of things (you looked up TikTok videos and happened to watch a few with TikTokers dancing in slightly less covered clothing) and how your mind is too undeveloped to grasp these big things you searched for (you looked up a statistic on the rate of kidnapping victims to get killed) and how you should keep playing your safe games instead of these violent ones (you looked at a game trailer for Cyberpunk 2077).

All your arguing falls on deaf ears. They just don't wanna hear that you're not their little, innocent baby. The only good thing is that they don't think you have enough logical thinking skills yet to properly grasp the situation so you'll be punished very lightly (a month without internet privileges). Once you're allowed to go online again though, you'll have to make do with the special kiddy-pad they got you with all the safety features and parental controls installed. So yeah, might wanna get used to being without the internet from now on...

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fandom-whores-world · 5 months

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Remarkable 2

Batfam x Neglected! Reader

Chapter 1

This post is a continuation of the one found here titled prologue

Prologue, Part 3

You had met Harvey Dent at a charity gala your father hosted to support the Gotham Orphanage. He was a bit arrogant, but not to the level of being insufferable. While other people may not have enjoyed his presence you actually found yourself enthralled with his stories and listed with rapture when ever he talked about a new case he was prosecuting. By the end of the night you knew so much about the field of law you swore you could pass the BAR exam if you were to take it the next day.

When the time finally came to part ways you were honestly a bit disappointed. You had enjoyed the older man’s company quite a bit, so it was a shame when he let you know that his car was outside. Just as you were about to wish him well the unexpected happened.

“I’ve really enjoyed our conversation tonight, Ms. Wayne.”

He stuck his hand in his coat and pulled out his business card

“If you ever feel interested in entering the field of law give me a call”

You hesitantly reached out and took it. He gave you a lopsided smile as he watched you fiddle with the card. After thanking him for his generosity you watched him close the close the car door and go on his way.

You pocketed his card and went back inside the manor. The last few guests started trickling out, until finally it was time for Wayne Manor to wish everyone well and close its doors.

As you sat alone in your room you couldn’t help but hold his card out in front of you and think,

Field of law, huh? That doesn’t sound like such a bad idea.

You had never actually considered a career as a lawyer. Sure one or two people at school mag have said you’d be good at it, but you never gave it any serious thought until tonight. Imagine, you, the Wayne family wall flower, as an attorney at law. Would you finally get your family’s attention?

You shook your head at that.

You don’t do things for them anymore. Remember that. Everything you do, you do it for you.

Satisfied with you mental pep talk you went back to toying with the idea of becoming an attorney. You got off your bed where you were laying, and went over to the desk in your room where your computer was. You powered it up and got to work.

You spent almost the whole night researching the field of law. Different areas of study, how much law school costs, what the employment and placement rate was for different schools. Eventually you decided that the only way to decide whether it was the right path for you was to experience it first hand. With that thought in mind you turned off your computer, and got back into bed. Tomorrow was going to be a very busy day.

#x reader #fanfiction #fanfic #tim drake #harvey dent #batfam #dc universe #dc comics #dick grayson #damian wayne #bruce wayne #batman #jason todd #alfred pennyworth #possessive behavior #platonic

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How each member of the batfam would deal with you having a category five autism event

Alfred

“can I touch you?”

very careful to take your answers into your account, only asks yes or no questions and if you’re nonverbal, has you hold up fingers so that he can safely deal get answers out of you about your needs and wants.

if you are non responsive he’lll probably put something in your hands to help you ground, cover you with a weighted blanket or just sit with you until you can communicate somehow

Bruce

panicky

He has tim so he knows how to handle low support needs autism but if you’re higher on the support needs then he might have bits and pieces of trouble.

Gives you a whiteboard or takes you somewhere that you can get it all out without hurting yourself, and if you try he holds whatever your using whether it’s a body part or your entire body, still

Dick

weighted blankets everywhere

he’s very touchy so if you’re someone who needs to be held to calm down then honestly he’s the best. Warm and holds you tight and helps you slowly come down from the sheer blinding feeling that a meltdown is

Jason Todd

Sits near you

Jason isn’t the type of person to do anything without your permission during a meltdown because he knows, has some street kids who remind him so much of you that it hurts. he knows what they’ve been through and doesn’t want to put you through that

if you’re up for stimulation he’d read a comfort book to you or put on comfort tv to help you calm down.

Cassandra Cain

she can read your body language so well that there’s no need to communicate in typical means

finds it concerning if your meltdown involve accidental self harm or purposeful so she will hold you still

again great if you’re touchy when you’re melting down and will wrap herself around you even if you’re bigger then she is

Tim Drake

has a plan

he talked you first day in the manor to help make sure that if you melted down or freaked out he’d be able to help you because bruce did the same thing for him

best meltdown person because he gets it like almost no one else

Duke Thomas

changes the lights for you

because of duke’s powers he has the ability to change lights if it’s the lights, and uses their shadows to help muffle sounds

can make it so that you have a dark silent space to just exist until you feel up to the real world again

Damian Wayne

dick junior

doesn’t touch you but smothers you in weighted cooling blankets so that you don’t get too upset about anything

honestly you’re how they figure out damian is also autistic

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thesharktanksdriver · 1 year

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Magical Girl in Gotham (Platonic)

Part 1 Part 2 part 4

Sorry for the repeating lines of there are any, it’s tumblrs fault

Tag list: @harpy-space

Mention in the comment if u wanna be tagged for the next part :]

You drift between the world of conscious and unconscious, the Dream world and the waking world

For once you felt yourself dream, seeing the images of all those who had filled your once lonely life with joy

At point in your life you forgot to just sleep, to finally rest and not to worry for the next day

You were always so preoccupied with getting rid of a new batch of Shadowmites the next night or school or rent that sleep felt more like a chore

Wasted hours to be doing something important despite how Rigel told you it was unhealthy to avoid it

So for now you sleep and you enjoy it as you occasionally sense the distant feeling of someone sitting at your side

When you eventually do wake up your met with the sensation of warm blankets (compared to your thin ones) and a hand pressed against your forehead

When your eyes flutter open you see the sight of Jason, surprise in his face as you look up at him

You can’t get a word out before he’s hugging you tightly, mumbling “Jesus don’t ducking scare me like that. Thank whatever god there is that your ok”

He stays that way for a minute and you soak it up, noticing how he was wearing the uniform of red hood but without the mask

It doesn’t really surprise you but it now makes sense as to why you had a vague sense of familiarity when meeting him

That also answered who the rest of the bat crew was

When he pulls back he sees your stare down towards the large red bat symbol on his chest. “I had the feeling you rich people were crazy, but not crazy enough to be vigilantes to be honest. Seems like those online forums were right about you guys not being normal” whatever worry fades away at that comment

His laugh is loud and seems to echo out into the hallway through the opened door, footsteps quickly make their way towards the room

Damien bursts in, an unfamiliar teary look in his normally composed eyes

Jason has barely any time to pull a few feet away before his younger brother is repeating what he had done earlier

Damien’s gripping you as if he was afraid that when he pulled away you’d suddenly disappear

You hug your friend back, noticing the rest of the family peak in and be somewhat agast at the sight

Turns out you have a lot of explaining to do and so do they

Bruce/Batman himself is honestly disappointed in himself that you’d been doing this for years yet he had not even fucking know about it up till now

Even more so that Jason and Dick knew and didn’t tell him that an actual child is running around at night killing mystical creatures

He actually apologies to you personally that he should’ve noticed, but you quickly shoot that down telling him that was kinda what you didn’t want

Like him you set out on this mission to do it practically alone, you never intended to make friends along the way but somehow you did

He now knows why he saw himself in your eyes, you were him when he started off. Someone who was blinded by their goal of protecting others that they did not care for themself

He asks again if your parents know and now you answer honestly

You didn’t have any. You lived alone in a crappy apartment and barely got rent in on time

You see the looks given by all of his sons, how it goes from you to their dad and then back to themselves

After finding this out Bruce probably teaches you some more self defence since you only taught yourself through experience

He’s a good teacher, finding out what your strong suits are and helping you improve rapidly

Your style of fighting is a lot like dancing. Fluid motions and carefully placed steps, turns and pirouettes to dodge, quick attacks that happen within the blink of an eye

Your not like Jason or dick who can take large hits and can brute force their way though things. Your more agile and graceful

Bruce at some point helps make a schedule for you to properly balance your nightly duties and going to school

It’s much better than your own lol

Kinda feels better that most of the villains in this city absolutely love you and would protect you but also kinda worried cause they would literally kill for you

The only villains he actually trusts you with is the Gotham sirens and maybe Waylon on a good day

You’ve cause him to get so many extra grey hairs after hearing what you eat on a daily basis

How do you the energy to run around Gotham every night while surviving on cup noodles?!??

One time y’all appeared at a McDonald’s it was all over Twitter in the matter of minutes cause you have a cute magical girl and then Batman looming beside them as you asked for a nugget meal and ice cream for him

Sometimes he’ll be beating a villain and you’ll briefly stop by and everything is out on pause as you say hi to both

Honestly it’s the funniest thing for bystanders to see especially when you say hi to John or Tim the goon

Your Twitter famous and you don’t even have Twitter

Clark is texting Bruce why “Batman”, “magical girl” and “McDonald’s” is trending on Twitter

Damien is kinda upset at first before realizing that would kinda be hypocritical and now he has more of an excuse to spend time with you

Two besties just chilling on a rooftop of Gotham while Riddler sulks in the background

He definitely gets protective over you even though you can handle a lot of stuff on your own

It’s mostly out of the fear of losing you. You serve as a symbol to him, a sign that his life has changed for the better and he’s truly happy

At first he doesn’t like his brothers hanging around you but comes to accept it. He was just kinda scared you’d like them over him and forget him

Has a constant glare and only you can decipher his actual emotions

Your his translator for poor Gordon. Like Damien says something mildly insulting and then your like “he means to say he likes your tie and you did a good job out there. Keep it up 👍 “

Your his impulse control from threatening people and breaking bones

He probably pressures Tim into making you a com

At some point he tells you about his grandfather and mom. That turns out be a interesting conversation especially when learning there’s just a magical life giving pool somewhere under Gotham

He’s such a little shit to people who make comments about your outfit

He’s tearing down their entire self esteem

God help the poor soul who decides cat calling or making weird comments about you cause it’s on sight for him

Bruce had to hold both him and Jason back from “having a polite talk” with the guy. Bruce does allow glaring and yelling though

Y’all probably become a duo that Gotham Twitter freaks out over

Like, people be now using you two as “bestie goals” and you do a double take when someone mentions it at school

When you once took him over to your apartment he visibly does a double take and asks how you live like this

Brags to his brothers all the time about how he’s your best friend so he’s the favourite (he is)

Ra’s Al Ghul is more confused than Clark when he gets reports his grandson suddenly is seen with that “magic girl?” He’s also gotten reports about and the two of you are building the Lego bonsai set on a rooftop

You got him into Lego and he now has his entire room full of them and boobytrapped

Dick has unfortunately been a victim to this

Jason almost kneeled over and died again out of worry when he had brought you half dead back to the manor

So it’s safe to say he’s very realized your ok and now also basically under the protection of the rest of the family

He may still have some grudges against Bruce but he does admit that he can teach you better than he could in most places

But what Bruce can’t teach you is how to shoot!

Yeah so…he had you use your magic weapon and turn it into a gun form and has you practice with him

Most villains audibly sigh in relief when seeing the two of you together cause that means their chances of a bullet lodged in their side or spine being crushed is better

Takes you on his motorcycle and it’s super fun

He gets you your own personalized helmet even though you can technically make one via magic

Y’all quote so much shit from books that Tim has begun to catalog it

Scary dog privileges number 3

Sometimes while on duty he’ll stop by at a few cute looking stores and buy you stuff he thinks you’ll like

You don’t tell him you have more than enough pens as he gifts you one with a cute topper

He swears to god if that fucking clown even breaths near you he’s dead and there’s nothing Bruce will do to be able to stop him

Damien would cheer on in the background if that happened

He kinda helps Damien realize and process that it’s ok for you to have other friends and that they won’t be stealing you away nor will you replace him

Both have a lot of emotional baggage and who better to help unpack that than him

Takes a lot of convincing to do so first

Loves the what we do in the shadows tv show and WILL make you watch it with him cause no one else will…along with rue Paul’s drag race

They say red hood now has a handmade bracket

Dick is so joking about how he and Jason knew you first to Damien and Bruce

100% tries to convince you to have your costume to match his for at least a night , if you do so he’ll be supper giddy and get soooo many picture

Your half convinced he has a scrapbook somewhere from how many photos you’ve seen him snap of Radom moments

He sometimes mentions Barbra Gordon and it’s giving you vibes

Keeps showing up while your trying to have a peaceful dinner at the iceberg lounge, penguin shoo’s him away calling him a pesky bird

He always replies back that “but your the bird here aren’t you?, in the wing-” And almost gets shot every single time

He seems kinda embarrassed when people joke about his dump-truck, whatever that meant. You just assume he fell into one or something and don’t get the actual meaning

By god he tries to keep your innocence in tact. There are so many creeps in Gotham and he does his best to protect you from them

There have been situations he’s covered your ears and sent out death glares that can make some of the worst villains shiver in fear

Might’ve let Jason break a guys arm once cause he kept making gross comments. Never told Bruce about it but kinda knows he’d get a slap on the wrist

Audibly makes a gasp when you use a cartwheel in a battle and has a proud big brother moment while clasping a hand over his heart

While your hunting for shadowmites he occasionally drops by to give you something like a smoothie for energy

Loves talking with you about the juiciest hero drama he’s heard within the week

Your not sure how he learns all of what he heard but he was a way

Will watch whatever show or movie you want no matter what age range it was intended for. Like he will watch pretty cute or sailor moon and get super invested to the point he’s buying merch for both of you

He now has a sailor Venus keychain and a matching sailor moon one for you

Definitely has mock fake lightsaber battles with your magical weapon and his batons

He always lets you win but you don’t need to know that

When this happens he also does the full 9 yards to make his “death” as dramatic as possible

Piggyback rides galore with This guy cause he finds it fun and uses it as some sort of weight training

Speaking of which you and Damian have sat on his back while he does pushups. You and Damien made the logo millennium falcon set

Brice walked in and then walked right back out

That happens more than most would assume

When he has video game tournaments with Jason and Tim, he gets you and Damien to be the referees

What he doesn’t know is that Damien is kinda bias to whoever didn’t annoy him that day

Meaning Dick is kinda on a loosing streak as of late compared to either brothers

Has already begun placing photos of you and the family on the wall

Alfred did a double take when he first saw it but then just smiled and went on with his business

Both you and him help Alfred with cooking

Sometimes he goes to really crappy stores and buys all the cheap bootleg hero figurines

Once they make one of you he’s gonna beg you to make your uniform match it for a night

Dear god he has so many nicknames that some villains are now gonna start mocking him by using them with you

He looked really upset when two face called you one of them and then laughed at how his face scrunched up

Tim buys you a proper phone so he can now text you at midnight lol

Even sets up a Twitter account for your hero persona and its now followed by most villains within the city lol

People now joke that at this point your gonna reform most of them before Batman can

Speaking of jokes he sends you memes constantly. Lien you’ll wake up with at least 2 unread messages from him that are just memes he found

He thinks the funniest are the cursed pictures of his family with shit like “bottom text” or “Sœp”

He’s kinda that guy you can go to talk to about anything cause he will 100% know it even if it’s the most obscure piece of media ever

In his spare time he watches those 5 hour long essay videos for fun as background noise

Please watch documentaries with him, doesn’t matter if their lighthearted or serious cause he just wants someone to watch with him

Speaking of which, if you do this with him he builds the most elaborate pillow forts known to man

Please encourage him to at least get 6 hours of sleep a night,the bags under his eyes are already bad enough

Won’t object if your ask to paint his nails or style his hair. He probably finds it somewhat relaxing especially if you talk to him about something while doing it

He rambled a lot about whatever he’s fixated on at the time, you don’t have to respond but just show him your listening and he’ll feel really happy

Totally brags about getting the feeling you were more than what you seemed lol

He sometimes secretly uses the bat computer to watch Netflix or Crunchyroll and play horror games. He says it adds ambiance to the experience

You walked in while he was playing phasmophobia and he screamed

He once used axe body spray and no one will let him live it down, he has his head in his hands as Jason recounts the story

Everyone dreads April fools cause of him and he’s recounted to you his various escapades

Your favourite is when he programmed the Batmobile’s honk into playing “Barbie girl”

He plays video games with you constantly. Doesn’t matter what game you wanna play cause he will find it

On patrol he’ll text you to see how your doing and if you need either him or anyone else to stop by

Else tells you to stay hydrated despite the fact he’s being a hypocrite

He patrols Twitter somehow while being a vigilante and gives people the ban hammer if he finds them being creepy

There is no mercy from him and they’ll have their account temporarily banned or in some cases deleted

He acts all innocent about it as well

Alfred is honestly just happy your ok and now have their support during your night duties

Like he knows your on good terms with most villains but it still gives him an extra layer of comfort that you know you can rely on them for help

Like mentioned before he already planning your room out before Bruce even signs those papers. He finds out what style of room you’d like, interests, favourite colour and goes to town on that interior design

He still packs you lunches but now he has added more foods that give more energy and protein

Whenever you try to help him out with anything other than some cooking and giving Bruce his tea/time coffee he will deny it

You have enough stress as it is you will not put more on your shoulders

Bakes a lot of fresh sweets with even fresher berries from his and Damien’s secret garden

Whenever you don’t go to Harley’s for getting wounds patched up he does it for you

At this point he’s probably more qualified than 50% if Gotham doctors with the amount of fatal injuries he’s stopped

When Bruce gets kinda worried that you hang out with like 50% of the villains in the city he reminds Bruce of Selina and Talia

That shuts Bruce up real fast

Sometimes at night you catch him doing grocery runs, you help him carry bags back to his car

He sometimes talks about his family, growing up and watching as things rapidly advanced from that of his childhood

It’s pretty interesting, especially considering the batcave is filled with super tech that would go for millions

Once again your half convinced he’s some sort of immortal/god in human form with the amount of patience he has

Along with the fact he somehow balances cleaning an entire mansion and batcave

How he does this no one knows

God help anyone who gets on his bad side cause he’s pulling out the umbrella to teach them proper manners

Example, the guy who thought it would be a good idea to heckle you about wearing a skirt

That man is scared to walk the night knowing he’s still out there

Eventually one night as you made your last rounds across the city and said hi to Waylon along with drop by the iceberg Lounge you end up back in the batcave

It’s peaceful as usual, even as you go up to Bruce who has his mask pulled off with a soft smile

He holds out a paper, pen in his other hand that he offers to you

You nod with a smile and take it, signing your name down on it

Gotham is definitely in a stir when everyone wakes up to the news that Bruce Wayne had adopted a new child

Bruce got at least 1 individual call from each justice league member

#platonic #damien wayne x reader #dc x reader #dick grayson x reader #jason todd x reader #magical girl y/n #Batman x reader #bruce wayne x reader #time drake x reader #Alfred pennyworth x reader

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roxineedstosleep · 1 month

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All I’m thinking about is the clone!reader character thing wacking one of the bat boys with their cane any time the get the chance they just walk up to them and SMACK! A bat gets bonked

Also who would be their Wilson in the sense that they are a dr house variant

Clon! Reader every time he smack some Robin with his cane: Oopsi whoopsi. (?)

Buuut. About Reader’s Wilson!

Javkovy sería su Wilson. Su mejor amiga, también tiene una especie de bromance allí. Luz sería su Cuddy. Él no es tan sarcástico con ella. Pero sí. Las únicas mujeres por las que se mostraría pleased en dejarse controlar.

Y la batfam… esos serían los pacientes estúpidos con los que debe tener una actitud cordial.

Alfred? Mmm, Reader do not hate him, but also do not love him like the other kids. Since Alfred was always busy or trying to transform Reader to be Dick all the time. Alfred would be like the person who prepares coffe in the cafeteria. Usefull but not close at all.

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"I'm The Crazy One?" (Batfam x Batsis) Final part

Summer: There is a saying. "Die a hero. Or live long enough to become the villain" You refuse to be both. No, you decided to be vengeance itself.

CW: Mental health issues, torture, stalking, violence, mentions of death, cursing, past trauma, mentions of self harm, underage drinking, bad ending

Tag list: @rosecentury @agent-nobody-knows

People call Superman, Batman and The Flash, hero's. While Joker, Luthor and Deathstroke are called, villains.

Rather simple to simple minded people.

But do you want to know the difference between these hero's and villains?

The Hero's have an unsaid code for no killing, a common moral honestly. Because thats not what heros do. Hero's protect, symbols for safety, peace and hope. So they take down the bad guys, and put them away.

While the Villains, they have no code, no morals. They simply want to control, spread chaos and dispare to whomever and whenever. They are killers. So when they are put away to prison or whatever, they brake out. And kill again, spread chaos and dispare to whomever and whenever, again.

And the hero's come to put them away. . . again.

It is a cycle, an unending loop that only stops for a second before starting up again.

But how do you end this cycle? This, usless and rather annoying cycle. Well, it's simple. Take down the Villains. Officially.

Now, some must be thinking. That the hero's can't do that, it was just mentioned that hero's don't kill!

Yes, the hero's can't kill. And simple minded people never really think of putting the Villain's to death due to the huge amount of reliance on the hero's.

So who has the guts to kill a villain, to willingly rid the world of a killer whilst becoming one themselves?

Luckly(and rather sadly), the answer to that question. Is Y/n.

A young girl who had suffered by Jokers schems. A young girl who prays for the night tarrors and panic attacks to stop.

A young girl who sees the man in her dreams, in the mirror, in the dark corner of her room at night. Hears the man's laugh when it gets far too quiet.

You wanted it to stop. To end it all. There were two options you had. End it yourself, or end it yourself.

You took the first option, which lead you to the top of a building. Half empty bottle of tequila you stole from the cellar and nearly dried blood staining your sleeves.

You stumble while aproching the edge. Humming and giggling at your scrambled thoughts.

Mumbling lyrics to a song you had forgotten the name of. None the matter, not like you needed the title of that name anytime soon.

You took one last gulp from the bottle in your hand, finally finishing it. You peeked over the edge.

"That. . . looks far." You hummed and dropped the empty bottle. Waiting till it crashed to the ground. Once you saw the bottle scatter into peices. You hummed and smiled drunkenly.

You stood on top of the edge. Spreading yoir arms open like a bird about to fly out of the nest. Before you even jumped.

You were tackled. Taken far away from the edge.

"Owwww! That hurt!" You pout and whined. You looked up to the person who had tackled you, and instantly smiled and started to giggle.

"Oh Du- ops. Bat signal! Hehe, you saved me~" You were about to say Duke's name. But reminded yourself that he was in his suit.

Duke took in your condition and frowns. He sighed and spoke "Batmans going to kill you." Duke can already hear Bruce's words of displeasure. God, Dick too.

You began to giggle "Silly~ Batman doesn't kill~" you started to giggle even more. Before slowly stopping ". . .batman doesn't kill. . . ."

"You know what I mean--" you blocked out Duke's words.

Because here, is where you relized that Batman- Bruce wouldn't kill Joker. Not for you. Not for anyone. Batman wouldn't permanently take down the one who had caused both you and Jason the worst event in your lives.

And it hurt you. Angered you. You weren't angry at Batman. Just angry that you relized no one could kill Joker. No one.

A few weeks of after that event. You were thinking. And thinking whilst in the condition you were in, wasn't really good.

You had decided to go for option two. End it yourself.

And to do that. You had to make sure that Bruce wouldn't be suspicious of you.

"I think. I need to go back to the mountins. . ." You gave Bruce a speach of how you know that you need help. Need to be alone with your thoughts and learn how to overcome them.

Bruce, of course agreed. He was proud that you made this decision yourself. And not having him painfully send you away unwillingly. You would of course had a tracker on you. Just in case.

You were saying your goodbyes. The last one being Damian. Whne you stopped at Damian. You couldn't help but to get emotional and hug him tight as you felt tears building up.

Damian was your little brother. Even with no blood relation, that is what you saw him as. You always wanted a younger sibling, the thought of spoiling them and protecting them was something you felt proud of.

And now, your leaving him. Knowing what your doing, you mostlikely will never see him after what you are going to do. Probably brake his small heart and trust after too.

But hey, this was for him. For all of them.

You got to the mountains. You took the tracking chip out of your arm and left it at the temple. Took out the tracking devices in your phone, cloths and other things you needed.

You were back in Gotham. And suprise suprise. The Joker was out of prison.

You sighed in disappointment. In your new suit, watching over the city. Knowing you cant act now. No, you had to wait. Watch, and gain the information you need.

So you watched.

Observed every criminal related to Joker. Every gang, every dirt cop every think that you could know about the Joker. You did this for half a month before finally taking action.

You were in the Joker's hideout. Hiding in the shadows. Eyes never wavering off from him. You wanted to do it now. Kill him. Make him suffer. But you couldn't do that. Not yet.

Just a few more hours. A few more hours till he leaves and is unguarded.

Once the Joker was away from anuone else, out of his safe zone. You striked.

You landed on the ground near him. The Joker turned to see someone who was in a suit and mask. He couldn't identify the age nor gender of the person.

The Joker laughed at you. Started up witty comments about how you must be someone who admires the Batman.

You walked closer, fully engulfed by the dark of the night and the shade of another building that blocked the street lamp.

The eyes of your masked glowed a neon purple. You tilt your head, a clicking sound coming from your ask.

Without warning, you grabbed the green haired man by his face and smashed his head against the brick wall.

You assalted the man for a good minute before dragging him by the hair to a dark corner.

The last thing the Joker remembers before knocking out, is your glowing eyes and that clicking sound.

Phase one was to observe and gain info. Check.

Now, phase two. Stalk the Joker and his every move and attack him when he's alone and defenseless. Continue to do this till he doesn't feel safe in places he's supposed to be, with people who he trust.

Unknown to you, phase two was working after showing up to Joker three other times, he's been seeing those glowing eyes in the shadows when you weren't even there.

And when it got too quite. He would hear that clicking sound. It was driving him more crazy then he usually was.

You had fun. Your not ashamed to say it, that you enjoyed watching him show sighns of suffering from afar. Hurting him in unexpected ways that made you smile.

There were times when you would unexpectedly run into your family. Batman tried to take you in, but you escaped. Giving him no words but a head tilt and the clicking sound you make.

It wasn't long till the media took wind of you. Your actions and swiftness reminded others of an owl. So they so cleverly called you "The Owl"

You decided, that youve had your fun. And it was time to end the loop.

So, for your last visit to dear old Joker, you attacked him in his hideout. No one was there. Just him.

So you tied him up, dressed him in his most classic clown clothes. Added a little flower in his chest pocket for decoration.

You circle around him, making those same clicking noises. Watched him replace his fear with weak chuckles and empty threats that turned to bribes them back to threats again.

He was a mess.

He watched as your suite suddenly popped out claws. You hummed and got closer to the man. The look he had on his face made you chuckle. And for the first time, he heard your voice.

"Why so serious?"

You laughed after saying those words. Because, it was something the Joker himself used to say.

You got closer to his face, lifting your claws to the each end of his lips.

"Come on now. Give me a big smile~" Your claws dig deep into his pale skin, slowly tracing the red paint that formed a smile and forcing his lips to go upward as well.

"Ah! Look at that. Such a dazzaling smile. . . now, let's keep that smile there."

You pulled out a big needle and thread thick enough to go through skin.

You took your time sewing up the smile so it could stay still. You hummed to a melody that just stayed in your head. Happyily sewing like you were patching up a doll, blood trickling sowing the man's face, mising with his sweat and tears

You leaned away and smiled under your mask.

"All done!" You made your hands clap rabidly in an excited and hyped gester.

Something wasn't right. The air in Gotham has been stilled. Like the big crimes and crimanals hace been put on a pause.

And Bruce noticed this quickly. And it has something to do with this: Owl, person.

They showed up out of nowhere. Beating some of the criminals half to death, and drag said crimanals so they could, 'play' with them. The only reason Bruce got this information was because of Selena.

She watched one of Owl's attacls go down. And it was brutal.

Even Damian, at school. All the kids talked about was 'the Owl' and how cool they were. Besides from that, Damian found out a few rumors.

How the Owl might be female. And how the Owl might be conected to the Joker going missing.

Yes, missing. The Joker hasn't been active ever since you came into his life. But the public doesn't really know your the reaon why Joker has been inactive. So the assumed he had gone missing.

But, most of the big bad guys in Gotham know. . .they know why. They had many reasons not to interfere.

And now, they will never even think of it.

It was all over the news.

Joker found dead on the outskirts of Gotham

The details, were probably too much for a lot to take in on the condition of Jokers body. Or what was left.

It wasn't long till Bruce and the others found out it was the Owl who had done it. And saddly for them, took less time to find the now poorly hidden identity of the Owl, for the Owl had finished their main goal. And no longer cared.

You were on a balcony in the Wayne manor. Thw last place the others would think to find you. But Bruce did. It seemed like he always knew.

Dick and Jason were right behin Bruce as the three watched you stare up into the sky.

"Y/n." Bruce spoke. Your lips curled into a smile.

"Batman. . ."

Bruce frowns in your response. "Did you do it." His voice firm. You frown. Was that seriously the first thing dear old pops say to you?

You began to chuckle out of frustration.

"Do what?" You turned around and gave them an innocent look.

"Kill Joker!" Jason shouted. Dick was there to hold Jason back just in case. You leaned on the railing and crossed your arms.

". . . You mad Jay? Don't worry. Made him suffer before killing him." Yeah, like that would make the man any happy.

You began to chuckle to yourself. "You guys wanna know something funny" yoir chuckling slowly ecalated to loud laughing.

"He called me-- he called me Crazy!"

The three watched your laughong combined with small sobbing. It was sad, and deeply discerning.

"I'm the crazy one? After all the shit IM CRAZY!?"

It seemed like everything was hitting you all at once. Falling to your knees. Your laughter being overtaken by crying.

Bruce sighed and went over to embrace you in a hug.

This had them thinking. Maybe they were too late. Maybe they never truly saved you that day. The you that they knew, had already died without them knowing.

#batfam x batsis #batfam x reader #barbra gordon #bruce wayne #damian wayne #duke thomas #jason todd #dick grayson #alfred pennyworth #cassandra cain #stephanie brown #platonic love #found family #angst #bad ending #death

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Her Little Raven

(Al’Ghul!Reader x Damian Wayne)

*EDITED*

Word count: 4,664

Synopsis: Where Damian Wayne has an older sister. A sister that after being on a six month long mission, comes home to see her brother not waiting for her. A sister who is pissed off and on her way to Gotham.

Warning: Swear words, angst, and Al’Ghul bullshit

AHHHHHHH I'm starting a new trope!! An Al’Ghul!Reader series will be a constant on this page. I was rewatching “Son Of Batman” and was just imagining Damian and how he would be absolutely soft for his older sister. This is the first one-shot for this series, so feel free to send me ideas for this trope :))

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You were finally on your way home. After completing your six month mission you were coming home. Grandfather had burdened you with the task of tailing a traitor in the League. Your job was to be partners with the mole and go on missions together.

You were supposed to feel out if he truly was a traitor. During your six month mission you both got close. Not in the romantic sense. Oh no, definitely not in that sense. He was a great partner. He had your back in every situation, every challenge you both faced, every thing you both went through, you did it together.

You started to see him as a friend. You were getting attached. Something you've been told since birth NOT TO DO. Yet during those months he became your friend. You’ve been relaying information towards your grandfather about your opinion on his character. Whether you truly thought him to turn or not.

In the beginning you knew he was. You could tell.

His insentient need to know what was happening, when it was happening, and why. It was obvious. Yet when it came to relaying the information back to Ra’s you lied. You lied because he was your friend. Your first friend.

Yet your grandfather was still suspicious. That’s why the mission took so long, you were told to keep looking, keep searching, find something that beams in red lights that he was the traitor.

Five months in on your mission with Theodore is when you got the letter. You've gotten it many times. You've gotten it multiple times for multiple different people and this time you knew who the letter was for. It was the first time you heart seized in your chest. Like blood pumping out of your heart knew what was happening, knew how it affected you.

The big red letters.

TERMINATE.

That was it. You knew what you had to do.

Theodore was out on recon, he was supposed to come back to your guy’s apartment soon. You had everything ready. You had the knife hidden between the couch cushions. snug, you could see it gleam from the moonlight. You know what you were going to do was wrong. Fuck if he found out you’re sure he would kill you. But, you didn't care.

The door opens and you spine straightens. Your back is to him so you hear his annoying cheery voice greet you.

“Hey! Y/N, man was it crazy out there, Ra’s was right. They’re def-” he stops his words and you turn your head looking at him with a blank face. “Whats wrong?”

the genuine concern hurts. It hurts because you know what you’re about to do. “I need to speak with you Theo”

Thats what lets him know what's wrong. He’s been trying to get you to call him by that for months but no matter what you always used Theodore. He walks quickly towards the couch and sits. “Whats up” yes, it took you a while to get used to his laid back way of speaking, you find it endearing now.

“I need to tell you something.” So that’s what you did. You explain for hours about what you did. He gets angry. Very angry. It’s when you ask him the question that makes him look at you with a blank face. The face of an assassin. His body become tense, ready to fight you, again it’s funny. Funny because you both know who’ll win.

“If I tell you the truth, what does that mean for me?” Such a loaded question. Such a hard question that had you worried for months. You know what you'd do, he just won’t like it.

“Either answer you give me Theodore will end in you walking away.”

The shocked expression on his face is almost laughable. You feel your lips curl up. “Wh- what do you mean? You're saying you're not gonna kill me Y/N?”

“No, I'm not going to hurt you Theodore.”

“Why?” he asks with that smile. He smiles because he knows. Your actually regretting what you said now.

“Why Y/N? is it because you love me?” he says with a mocking tone and a smile.

You shake your head this is ridiculous. Absolutely absurd. “No Theodore, it’s because.....you’re my friend.” You finally get out. He’s your friend and you don't want him to die.

He’s your friend and he should be freed from this life. This life that burdens him, you, your baby brother. This way of life that brings nothing but destruction and chaos.

Theodore doesn’t deserve that. Not one bit. He deserves to smile all the time, to make everyone’s life brighter as much as he’s made yours.

“You’re my friend too Y/N. I love you.” He said with a huge smile, you in return give him a small one.

“What’s the plan?”

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Theodore is running away. You're helping him, he tried to convince you to come with him. To run away and cause hell. Together.

We’ll be double trouble Y/N! c’mon!

It has you smiling, because that’s what he deserves. To cause hell and live a long happy life. But, you'll just be a chapter in his. Someone he’ll tell his kids about in the future, when he’s reminiscing about “old times”

He’s the type to do that you think. Get happy over nostalgic things, you can picture him. Old, smiling, happy, telling his kids all about his life. It fits him. Not, you though, your future is with your brother. By his side. Always.

You use the knife hidden in the couch to slice his arm. You need evidence of Theodore’s death and the blood of the person you are supposed to kill is confirmation enough. You both travel to California. God, what a horrible place. The air is polluted with sun and happiness. Totally works for someone like Theodore.

Like the assassin he is, he knows to stay out of trouble. Knows to keep quiet. You leave him there with your dagger. A parting gift. On your way home you think about if you will ever see him again. Hear from him somehow, It brings a smile to your face because you know you won't see each other. And that alone puts you at ease.

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You’ve finally made it home. If you can even can call it that. You enter the sanctum, walk through the halls making your way up to see your mother waiting for you…..alone. Where's Damian? “It’s been so long my dear.” She greets you as she rests her hand on your cheek.

“Yes, it has, I've completed my mission Mother, where is Grandfather?” I see her eyes trail away from mine. something happened. Where’s Damian?

You can't see Damian until your dismissed from your Grandfather. “Beloved, Your Grandfather was killed.” Those five words have your eyes bulging. reeling away from her in disbelief. No, there's no possible way your Grandfather, Ra’s Al Ghul, Leader of the League of Assassins is dead. “Mother.. I- where's Damian?” you can't deal with that right now. You need to see your brother.

You see her eyes trail away from you again. And your heart drops, it twists, it squeezes in your chest. No, no, no, no, absolutely not. Your Mother sees your pained expression. and she quickly reaches for you, Grabbing onto your face. “OH! oh! gods no, Y/N your brother has not suffered the same fate as your Grandfather.” Gods you can finally breathe again.

You look up at her again because, if your brother is not dead than something else happened. That has you internally panicking again. “Then what has happened mother?”

silence.

You want to kill her. You clench your jaw and ask again. “Where is Damian?” you snap.

“Damian is with his father.” Blood drains from your face.

Your brother is thousands and thousands of miles away from you. In Gotham. You’re actually going to kill her. Your body feels hot, the anger is clear on your face because your mother speaks again. Big mistake. “A boy needs his father Y/N. Bruce was happy to take him in. He’s thriving in that environment. He’s training under Batman. He will be back soon. Stop crying.” She speaks in her usual dismissive tone. Like the thought of her son being away from her wasn’t at all concerning.

Like it didn’t affect her.

Like you were overreacting!

You school your expression back into your emotionless mask and stare disappointedly at her.

It’s done you know where he is. You don't spare her another look. You turn on your heels of your feet and walk out of the place, you were so desperate to come back too.

Your brother is in Gotham City.

You’ll see him soon.

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Gotham City. When you were little, before Damian was even a thought running through your sadistic mother’s mind....you remember coming here with your Grandfather.

“Cities like this Y/N, are the places that are in need of our help.”

“The citizens of Gotham are fools. Thinking their precious vigilantes are going to save them from the scum that run about. Eradicating all of it is the only way. Soon they will come to see it.”

You remember how bright the sunset was that day, almost as if proving your Grandfather wrong with his opinion of the city. If a city so polluted and needing of the League's help, how could it produce something so beautiful and as innocent as a sunset.

You know now your grandfather’s opinion was bullshit. That the world needs vigilantes. Especially Gotham City. But you were too blinded by anger to praise Batman and his wards at the moment. He has Damian. Bruce Wayne has suddenly decided to play daddy to your little brother. As far as your concerned, the only suitable parental figure in Damian’s life has been you, and that’s not about to change.

Your brother does not need to be gallivanting in an insipid yellow and green costume in the night. Damian deserves to be a kid. A life you were sure he was going to live when you came back from your mission. You both were going to run away from the sanctum and you were finally going to release Damian from your Mother and Grandfather’s evil clutches, but it seems that Damian has traded a dangerous life for another.

It was easy to get into WE undetected. Shitty security for the company that belongs to the Batman, but you guess having high level security might raise some eyebrows.

You hear his voice running through your ears from the bug you planted at the end of the hallway. “Yes, Dorris I unfortunately cannot make it that evening.” You hear his footsteps come closer. You look out towards the window relaxing back into his seat. His voice booms from outside the door.

“Yes....yes I do-” his voice halts once he opens the door. You would’ve thought he might of known someone was in his office before. Someones getting old, you think smugly. “Im afraid I'm going to have to call you back Dorris.” he closes the door and sets his coat down. “Yes, you too” he sighs and you hear the phone hang up.

“What do you need Talia?” Hmph. Your mother is who he thinks is in his seat. Funny. You spin the chair away from the view facing towards him. If you didn't know this man was Batman, you would've thought he was crazy for not giving you more of a reaction other than his breath hitching.

“Y/N.....What are you doing here?” He asks in his usual monotone voice. Anger sparked again within you.

“Damian.”

One word that has him bowing his head in understanding. He opens his mouth to speak again, you beat him to it. “Imagine my surprise” you get up from his seat and walk in front of his desk. “When I come home from a six month long mission to find my brother not there.” you perch up on the desk and stare him down with fury in your eyes.

“That my brother is now living in Gotham City with his father and the rest of the Robins.” You watch as he walks towards his windows and stares out into the distance. His blatant hesitance to answer your question has you regretting coming here first.

“Your brother is under my care now yes. But I assure you Y/N he is thriving here. You don-” You whip your entire body toward him and advance to his side before he can blink.

“I DIDN’T ASK IF HE WAS THRIVING HERE BRUCE!”

You let it get the best of you. You close your eyes and ask the question you've been trying to avoid thinking about on your way here. The question that seems to cause even more weight on your heart when Bruce didn't seem glad to see you, almost hating what you were here for. If Damian was happy?

You look at him in the eyes and ask it “Is he... Is he happy here?”

“Y/N-”

“Disregarding the vigilante work I know he’s doing, his studies, or his progress in training.....is he happy here?” It hurts, god it hurst to ask but you need to know. That he’s finally living out the life he should, just not with you.

“Why don’t you ask him yourself?”

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The drive to Wayne Manor is silent. You didn't expect anything more, neither did Bruce but you secretly hoped he would mention Damian again. You were too afraid to ask. So you went for the safe option, Alfred.

“How’s Alfred?” you see him glance at you through the corner of his eye. “Fine, never stops telling me I should take more days off.”

“You should listen” Poor old man, constantly in the vicinity of men in costumes with their insistent need for vigilante work. You truly don't know how he does it.

“Yeah. I really should.” Silence stretches between you two before he speaks. “And your mother?”

Your eyes narrow beneath your shades. “Still breathing.....unfortunately”

He huffs out a laugh and it has your eyes relaxing from their angered state. You see the ETA to be 10 minutes, he couldn’t drive any faster?

“You and your brother both share the same violent tendencies I see”

“You have your baby mama and Ra’s to thank for that.” You almost gag at the words you just used to describe your mother, Screw you Theodore for making me watch that horrible excuse of television called reality TV.

Your words shock Bruce too it seems because he releases a loud laugh this time. He smiles and take his eyes off the road to meet yours. “It seems that six month mission you’ve just returned from wasn’t all that bad.”

You smile at the reminder of your friend. “Yes, It wasn't all that bad..” You break eye contact to see the Manor come into view.

You’re reminded of why you're here. And you don’t know if you want to puke from excitement or of nervousness. Bruce takes notice of your uneasy expression because once he parks and turns off the car he turns to you.

“There is no need to be nervous, I don't think your arrival will cause Damian to be upset, the opposite actually. All he did when he first came here was brag to the kids about his older sister.” His attempt at reassuring you is appreciated, but you don't let him know that.

“Where is he?” You ask the question softly this time. “The cave.”

You walk behind Bruce into the Manor. Gives you time to admire his home. Admire the warmth that stems from it. Warmth that Damian deserves to live in. That you know he’s happy living in.

“A guest Sir?” Alfreds voice bring you out of your thoughts and you turn your body reveling you identity to the man. The obvious shock in his face is clear.

Bruce’s voice breaks the staring contest between you too. “Damian is training right Alfred?”

“Yes......yes, of course sir he’s sparring with Master Tim.” Timothy Jackson Drake. The robin to come after Todd, Truly a suitable opponent for your brother.

“I tried to persuading Master Damian to take break but it seems Master Jason and Master Dick egged him on with continuing.” They all seem to have formed a relationship. It causes a sting in your eyes.

Bruce and Alfred seem to notice your silent state, gods you need to stop being vulnerable in front of him. Though you can’t help it with Damian, he’s your one weakness.

“Though, I know Damian would be exceptionally happy to see you Lady Y/N.” He says with such a warm smile. You smile back and look towards Bruce, obvious want in your eyes to see your brother.

You both bid Alfred a goodbye and make your way into his study. Such a cliche you think snidely, a secret opening. Theodore would love this.

You nervousness is obvious and your palms are sweating. You both slowly make it down the step into the cave. You can't help but marvel at the architecture and complexity of the cave.

You both walk towards the balcony and overlook the railing to see him.

Damian.

He’s obviously grown since you last saw him. And it causes a lump to form in your throat. You see him sparring with who you assume is Tim and you admire their flow. The way they both anticipate their next moves.

The way Tim matches his skills to Damian’s. And the way Damian doesn't train to harm anymore.

It almost looks like he’s having fun. It has you smiling through watery eyes. He’s happy.

The way he shines from Jason and Dick’s cheering. The way instead of anger and hatred painting his face its smugness and a hint of playfulness.

“C’mon Drake just accept defeat from the 11 year old.”

His voice. The obvious hint of teasing coating his voice makes your smile brighter. “Shut up Damian, once I win you will be taking over my section of patrol for a week.” Damian groans and rolls his eyes.

“Yeah! c’mon short stack you don’t want to end up patrolling the fast food area do ya?” Jason tells him mockingly.

“Yeah little wing is right bud” That has Jason narrowing his eyes towards Dick. “Nothing happens there. Only your handful of crazies who get angry when the workers get their order wrong.”

That seems to drive Damian more because he's now in facing the side of Tim. Conveniently facing the railing you and Bruce are overlooking from. Because he notices Bruce’s presence out the corner of his eye and then yours. And you swear one your eyes connect you know what decision you’ll make.

Damian dose a double take and freezes. You see his eyes widen and his shock and disbelief paint his face. “ `ukht ”

His sudden frozen state has Dick and Jason following his eyes sight to where you're standing. You feel the shock from them too, but can’t find the need to care.

You keep eye contact with Damian and the relief that envelops you when his face starts to light up and a smile str-

“OOF!”

Before any of you can blink Tim tackles Damian to the ground. He’s straddling Damian with his hands shot up in the air, a large smile painted across his face, his stance radiating victory.

“AHHH! AH HA! I WON! I WON ! YOU LOOSE! HAHA YOU HAVE TO WOAH-”

Damian throws Tim off him and quickly stumbles off the ground and races up the stairs to you. “Y/N” he whispers under his breath.

“Y/N HA! AHH SISTER!” his obvious excitement and joy to see you has you racing to meet him halfway the balcony.

Smiles both painting your faces you catch him as he crashes into you, bringing you to your knees almost falling to the floor. You giggle like a maniac with him in your arms. His long skinny arms wrapping around your neck, clinging to you tightly almost like he can't believe you're here.

You're not any better either, grasping the back of his head with your right hand and perching your chin on top of his ebony hair. “My little raven, how I've missed you” your voice seems to do something to him because he squeezes you harder and digs his face into the crook of your neck.

You start to pull back wanting to see his face up close, when you feel him grasp your shirt between his hands and pull you back. You feel wetness on the side of your neck and you just pull him tighter against you.

Oh. Oh your baby brother is the epitome of sweetness is your eyes.

“You’re really here” he whispers against your ear. Almost scared like if he’s any louder you’ll disappear. “Yes, yes I'm here Dami” He stays nestled in your arms for a little bit. Relishing in the closeness he’s missed. You don't mind. you’ve been longing to see him since you were sent off on the mission. You let him decide when you part from your embrace and when your (YEC) eyes connect with his brilliant green. You both smile bright.

“Oh! I've seen you lost some baby teeth since I've been gone!” Your words cause a red tint to bloom across his cheeks, he rolls his eyes with smile “Shut up Y/N!” he says annoyed.

“Hey! That’s no way to treat your sister who’s traveled thousands of miles to see her little baby brother!” You say with a laugh. That seems to cause another smile break out across his face and he tucks his head into your neck again. You laugh and squeeze him tight against you. So glad that he’s happy to see you. So happy he didn't forget you.

“Ummm Am I dreaming or is little gremlin smiling?” You turn your head with Damian still resting his face in your neck towards the voice to see Tim sprawled out of the mat where looking up towards you two with shock and awe coating his face.

Seriously who are you? And why is a brat like Damian that happy to see you! If you would’ve heard his thoughts, maybe you wouldn't have mad at the name he used to call your brother. Damian is no gremlin! (okay you know he totally is)

Tim’s question does bring you back to the fact that you have an audience. You also notice Dick and Jason looking at you too with cautious eyes but smiles, and Bruce looking at you both with a certain fondness in his eyes.

“I think the boys are done with training. How about we discuss this over dinner?”

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Having dinner with the batboys as you decided to call them was........ a treat? Their loud but funny personality's had you smiling and laughing during the entire night and Damian clinging to you the entire dinner catching you up all six month you missed was the best part.

Once Bruce explained who you were to Tim and explained why you caused such a huge reaction from Damian, he went from awe to immediate suspicion, it seems that your relation with the League left him cautious. Understandable, you think and you had no problem with easing his worries with your own explanation but Damian took offense to his suspicion of you.

“Don't you dare look at my sister like that Drake! She does not need to explain herself to you or anyone else! She will stay as long as she likes and you will do well to welcome her here, or so help me Drake I'll make you wish you decided to bite your tongue!” That certainly caused an awkwardness to hang in the air but Tim immediately apologized seeing Damian’s very real anger and expressed his apology if he made you uncomfortable and his genuine sincerity and concern reminded you of Theodore, and even if you got off on the wrong foot you decided you liked Tim very much.

You won over Jason when he found out how you reveled yourself to Bruce at WE.

“Oh! that's so good! Please he thought you were Talia” His loud exaggerated laugh had you smiling confusedly. You could see Bruce rolling his eyes and grumbling under his breath. You suddenly understood the dynamic between the two. “God what I would’ve paid to see his face when you revealed who you were I can-” His words get cut off from his own howling laughter. “Shut up Todd! You're scaring my sister with your monstrosity of a laugh.”

Once you mention the ride to manor and your conversation you two shared about calling Talia a “baby mama” Dick chokes on his food and immediately makes the connection of reality TV. “You watch Reality TV?!? Huh. who would’ve thought Talia can produce children with actual humor” His snide comment about your mother is laughed at by you “Yes, a friend of mine forced me to watch and I have to say the vulgar things exchanged between the people on camera had me reeling from shock, I think it’s probably rubbed off on me a bit too much”

The rest of the night is filled with laughs and you have to say you understand now.

Damian belongs here.

He needs to be here. And as much as it hurts knowing you aren't the only important person in his life anymore, you can't help but beam internally of happiness.

If anyone deserves to be happy it’s your brother. And the life he’s grown to know here is something that he is the utmost deserving of.

After helping Alfred clear the table, you ask Bruce if you could talk to Damian alone for a while. He knows what you’ve decided and he knows how happy it will make Damian. You’re glad that he approves, as much as you respected Bruce his approval wasn’t needed but it was appreciated.

Damian brings you outside, he says it's the best place for important things to be discussed. You can't help but agree once you've made it outside because the calmness that consumes you helps.

You’re both sitting on a stone bench when he speaks first. “You’re going back?......Are you not?” his words have you stunned in silence they're spoken with such sadness and heartbreak.

How could...how could he think you’d leave? Now that-

“I'm coming with you!” Damian yells.

“Damian no that-” you hurriedly try to explain,

He stands up from the bench, visibly determined to not let you get a word in.“No Y/N if you’re leaving I'm coming with. I don't want to not see you again sister and if you have to go back I'll go back with you!”

You blow out a breath and smile up at him. “Oh, Damian I'm not going back to the League.”

“And I will- wait! Wait you're not leaving?” He asks with a confused tilt of his head.

You smile and shake you head, “No Damian I'm not.” It’s now his turn to be stunned into silence. You suppose you owe him an explanation.

“Damian, this life you’ve built, the progress you’ve made it’s extraordinary! You don’t understand how incredibly proud I am of you. This life you’ve grown in too is all I have ever wanted for you Damian.”

“I don't understand this sounds like a good bye!”

“You haven't let me finished Dami.” You scold him lightly.

“Sorry.” he says sheepishly. You let out chuckle before continuing.

“You’ve inspired me my little raven.” The sudden confusion painting his face makes you swell with pride.

“Not only have you changed Damian but so have I. My six month long mission has opened my eyes on so many things and made me change as a person also. I’m staying here with you Damian.”

His face lights up and he smiles. Practically jumping in his seat. “Not here!” his face falls confused yet again, oh shit.

“No! No, I mean not the manor but Gotham. I’m staying here in Gotham.” Relief floods his entire face but also disappointment.

“I’m staying here Damian, but I need to have my own apartment” It’s adorable to see his pout.

“But!”

“No buts Dami.” he looks off to the side. “I love you my little raven and this is not about me not wanting to be living with you but I need to have my own place. I am a grown adult. You understand that part right”

“Yeah, I guess” he says annoyed. Your brother is the epitome of sweetness.

“Come here.” you say opening you arms.

He looks up at you and smiles and wraps his arms around your neck, tucking his face underneath your chin. Holding him there you can’t help but ask, “You mad at me my love?”

“No! No, never sister it’s just I wish you could live here in Father’s manor. Although I understand why you choose to find your own place here in Gotham. I’m just happy you're not leaving.”

“Me too Dami, me too”

You both look out the garden together, basking in the comfortable silence and welcoming the cool breeze blowing through your hair. Enjoying each other’s company, making up for all the time that you lost.

“But you’re staying here with Father and I until we find you a suitable enough home.” He says firmly. In a way that you know his decision is not budging.

Yes, how could you forget. Apartment hunting. You can't wait for Damian to reject every apartment you see. “Of course Dami.”

“I love you Y/N” your heart warms. This is exactly where you’re supposed to be. You’re happy. You're free. But most importantly, Damian is happy and he’s finally free. With your arms around your little brother and head perched on top of his head, You're ready. “I love you too my little raven, more than you could ever know.”

OH.MY.GOD. I am SO INCREDIBLY HAPPY!!!

This story has been in my drafts for two weeks and I think this is one of my favorite things I've ever written. I can't wait to write more about Al’Ghul!Yn and I have so many ideas for her YALL DO NOT UNDERSTAND!

Hope y’all enjoyed! Feedback is always appreciated! - Yella <3

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blughxreader · 2 years

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Idk if you talked about this before or not, but is Alfred included in the batfam? Or he also a yandere, or obsess over batsis in an unhealthy way? From what I've seen he's more complicit in how thr batfam treats you, than obsessing over you himself.

But in your last post I think he's included in the "six pair of eyes watching you forever" bit? (Bruce, Dick, Jason, Tim, Damian, and Alfred, right?)

Maybe I'm wrong, but how do you think a yandere!Alfred would act towards batsis? Would he want her to hang out in the kitchen and help him cook to bond, or would he rather her stay out of it so he could take care of everything? Would he let her get away with more trouble when the boys are on patrol to gain favor? Sorry, I just has a bit of a soft spot for the sassy bulter and would love to hear your thoughts about him!

Ahh yes! Hi fellow Yandere!Alfred enthusiast ❤️

I headcanon him as a mix of both. Fully Yan!Alfred’s methods wouldn’t mix well with Yan!Batfam’s, so he’s also complicit to avoid friction.

If he was a full-fledged yandere, you wouldn’t even know. He’s raised man-baby Bruce Wayne and his flock of delinquent orphans, so navigating a conversation with you is child’s play. He’s kind, clever, and ruthlessly efficient—you wouldn’t stand a chance.

Unlike the Batfam, I don’t think yan!Alfred would kidnap you. He wouldn’t need to. He’s so wholesome and knowledgeable that you would instinctively flock to him.

Unlike a brother or father-figure, a grandparent-figure is more common and normal. You’d sooner call someone “grandpa” than “dad,” right? So his transition into your life is much easier.

Half complacent half yandere Alfred is similar, yet less hands-on. He waits for you to seek him out, because he knows you will. Alfred is your reprieve from the Yandere madness in the manor. He’s respected by everyone, so even if a boy followed you into the kitchen, they’d be on their best behavior.

Don’t get me wrong, Alfred spends much of his time thinking about you, but he isn’t concerned about his place in your life.

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lukabitch · 7 months

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👋hope you're having a good day?

I was wondering if I could request a batfam x batbro (like maybe he's around 16-18) and something happened on patrol maybe attacked by a strange large dog? or gets injected with something by a villain of your choice? And the symptoms are intense like high fever, sense of smell becoming super sensitive along with hearing where they feel like eardrums are going to burst. When things seem like they settled other things have come to the surface eyes have changed color, easily irritated, wolfish like canines that grow larger and oh boy the inhuman strength. Reader feels like they're a monster, that he's a danger. He doesn't understand what's going on. Maybe he runs away to keep the people closest to them safe. (That is if you right for werewolf's that'd be awesome)

This is my first time writing for a werewolf reader. If I get anything wrong I’m sorry. Thank you so much for the request Anon! :)

Cw: Angst, descriptions of pain, lots of wholesome stuff, more based off of wfa.

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It was a normal night doing a solo patrol. You actually liked nights like these. The city is quiet and still, it almost makes you wish it was like this more. “(H/n) there’s been reports of strange activities at the nearby warehouse.” Oracle came over the comms. “Really trying to give me something to do? Okay, I’m on it.”

Turning off comms, you made your way to the warehouse. It was abandoned, just left to rot away. It could be a potential hide out for a gang. You entered through a side entrance and looked around the empty building.

In the center of the building was a nest of some sort. It was made of dead branches and scraps of metal. You sighed and turned comms back on. “Looks like a home for some animal. More of a job for an animal catcher.”

“Might as well do it. You’re not doing anything.” You and Oracle laughed together. A loud bang rang out towards the back of the warehouse. It was silent after, a sinking feeling of dread washed over. You looked in the direction of the bang and slowly walked towards it.

Suddenly, an abnormally large dog launched out of the shadows. It bit down on your arm, causing blood to spill. You kicked the dog off and watched it run off into the darkness. Panting, you looked at your now shredded arm.

“I need to head back to the cave. I’m losing a lot of blood Babs.” Your mind was already getting fuzzy. You could barely walk let alone run. This was extremely unusual for just a bite.

You fell to the ground, an overwhelming fatigue taking over your body. Right before you passed out someone ran inside calling your name. Their yelling and footsteps felt so distant as your eyes closed.

When you woke up your entire body aches. You tried to get a grasp on your surroundings. There was a nightstand with a note, pills, and a glass of water on it. Pulling yourself up you open the note and smiled. It was a note from Alfred telling you to take your medicine.

Listening to his wise words you took the pills. You tried to stand up but immediately fell back on the bed in pain. It felt like someone was bashing your head in. Apparently you made enough noise to concern someone.

Their footsteps running up the stairs sounds like bombs. You clamped your hands over your ears. The door flung open and in the doorway was Bruce. “Y/n are you okay?” Even though he spoke at a normal level it felt like he was screaming directly in your ears.

“Please be quiet. Just leave me be.” Your voice sounded so weak. Bruce without another word, left closing the door behind him. You sink back down into the bed. Pain and fatigue took over your body forcing you to go back to sleep.

Weeks had passed since then and things have only gotten more concerning. Your teeth were sharper, your temper was short, and your own strength was starting to scare you. You felt so wrong. The need to get away was overwhelming.

Everyone had taken notice of your changes. The worry and concern could be felt through every interaction. You just couldn’t take it anymore. You packed some of your things and left while no one was watching. You were back on the streets again.

It didn’t take long for the family to notice your absence. They were quick to start searching for you. They search for you all over Gotham. Until, eventually, Alfred finds you. It completely caught you off guard. "Master Y/n, there you are. The entire family is worried sick." He kept his cool as to not scare you off.

"They shouldn't worry, especially you." Your voice was a little rough but not too off. You watched as Alfred shook his head at you, he had a small smile on his face. Something about it was always a comfort to your strange life.

"You worry too much about others, maybe it's time to focus on taking care of yourself." He stated in such a 'matter of fact' way. Which, to his credit, wasn't wrong. He put a reassuring hand on your shoulder. "Tell me why you really left." The words hit you like a truck, maybe there was some underlining issues at play.

"It's just a lot of pressure is all. Protecting the innocent means no mistakes, no half measures. You have to be perfect and I'm not perfect like this." Your voice was as soft as it could be. Alfred let out a sigh before looking off at the sky.

"When Master Bruce was your age, he was filled with so much anger. He caused much trouble in his teenage years." He took a brief pause, probably trying to think of the right story. "One day I was informed by the school that Bruce had received a one week suspension. Of course it was for a fight, he didn't like how a kid was treating others. He said the kid deserved it." He cocked his head and smiled. "So I dragged him by the ear and gave him a lesson in temperance."

You laughed a little at this. "So, you dragged him to teach him a lesson in temperance? Sounds about right." All Alfred could do was laugh at your words.

"Well, he did learn to control his temper. You can learn to control this new power you have." He put his hand back on your shoulder, he made his point clear. "Come back home, for the family."

You thought about for a moment before sighing. "I'll come home but only for your cooking." The small joke made the both of you laugh lightly. The ride home was rather comforting in a strange way.

What you didn't expect however, was everyone bombarding you with affection and questions. Which was mainly Dick.

It felt nice to be back.

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Chapter 2 - new beginnings

Prev - Next

x Your pov x

You stand in a smoky graveyard the smell of the mud and wet earth fills your nostrils, it seems that it just rained. The moonlight shines on three tombstones. They sit in the dark grass in front of you.

The first is a dark stone, withered flowers sit in front of them. Engraved on it is “Damian Wayne XXXX-XXXX age 34 beloved brother, son, father, and husband” it matches him. The darkness of his stone contrasts the second is a lighter almost white stone, it too has withered flowers. Engraved on this in a nice almost cursive font reads “—— Wayne XXXX-XXXX age 48 beloved daughter, mother, and wife.” It matches the relationship that the two have. Damian was darker than the moon, and your mother’s was the sun.

The third sits off to the side almost detached. You approach it and see the stone is different. It has an more eerie almost distorted look. You have to crouch in front of it to move the ivy that has grown on it out of the way. Engraved on it is, your name. Your breath hitches and then, the ground opens under you. You see nothing but darkness and you see two figures. As they approached, they walk crooked and twisted. Then they speak “why did you leave us?” There two voices mix and you hear the voice of your father, and your mother. You try to move but can’t, they continue to approach as they do it they become more clear that they aren’t alive. They look like corpses and you feel sick. Then you wake up and you sit in your bed sweat dripping down your face. You quickly lean over the side of your bed, a trash can sits near it, you grab it and throw up emptying your stomach. You feel tears rock through your body as you shake. Eventually after who knows how long, you look at the clock wiping the tears. The light of it reads out 3:45 great only one ish hour of sleep. You definitely weren’t going to sleep for the rest of the night. You get up and change your shirt, the stickiness of the sweat makes you feel uncomfortable. You rub your eyes and walk more shuffles into your kitchen. You had bought a new apartment, after spending a bit of time with no place. When you originally got brought back in time, you were lucky enough to not have anyone in your apartment. You didn’t own it because sadly no matter how easy it would be money and property doesn’t move back in time, not unless it’s on you. So a black mold infested apartment was your new home. You poor yourself some hot cocoa, you gladly remembered Alfred’s version of hot cocoa. You drink it and sit trying to calm your shaky hands. Then you hear it, in a time where it would usually be a quiet time you hear cars driving. You hear it louder than normal, you put down your cup, and then move to the living room. Did you leave the window open? While you enter you and move towards the open window, you hear something behind you. You move quickly dodging the attacker. your head turns fast and arms ready to fight. There stands nightwing in all his glory, ‘shit how the fuck did he get here’ you thought. ‘How did they dodge that’ Dick thought, he then was able to see you fully, Jason was right you were just a kid. You looked at him in a panic and quickly move back before turning around and making a break for your door, ‘shit’ you think as you feel a item making contact with your head. You turn slightly and see orphan, ‘I forgot to check the corner.’ Is the last thought that goes across your mind before you lose consciousness.

“Cass got them there out” Dick said over his com looking at the kid as they lay on the floor. They definitely looked like they weren’t eating enough, he thought.

“Roger jays coming to pick them up you look for hints.” Says Babs over coms. Dick moves around the apartment searching for anything, he notices and takes notes of a few things while doing so. Three things of note in the kitchen. One, there was little to no food, he had more food than this when he first moved to Bludhaven, and that wasn’t much. Two there was a day marked on the physical calendar in the kitchen, one marked a few days ago, ‘moms d-day.’ The handwriting was clean and seemed to have been erased more than once as if the kid wasn’t sure they should put it down. Dick felt sorry for the kid, he and well everyone in the family had lost a parent but it never did make it any more normal. The third thing he noticed was the hot cocoa on the counter. More specifically the smell, he recognized it, at first he thought the worst, a poison or something. But then it hit him with a sense of nostalgia, it was Alfred’s hot cocoa or something very similar. ‘How did the kid know about Alfred’s hot cocoa recipe?’ He thinks. He makes sure to note that as he moves into the kid’s bedroom, first his nose is filled with a terrible smell. He knows it’s vomit immediately, his experience with both being a vigilante and also parting a bit makes him know it. He moves past the smell and notices a notebook, probably a diary, he grabbed it and move on looking through the room. He noticed how there was basically nothing in there closet. He realized that the kid’s apartment is basically empty, there was nothing really big.

“Golden boy come on let’s get going!” He hears Jason call out, Dick snaps out of the Dase he was he leaves with Jason and Cass. Dick couldn’t stop thinking about the kid as they took them back to the cave.

“I’ll watch them,” Dick speaks up as they all sit there watching the kid in the cell they have them in. The others give him a question glance but don’t say anything. So dick waits, watching the kid as they sleep, many questions run though his mind. Then one thing pops up. “Tim maybe do a blood test? To you know see the similarities to anyone?”

“No I didn’t. Give me some time, let me see.” Said Tim before he came over and grabbed a prick of blood and went back to his computer and started running the test. Dick turns his attention back to the kid on the metal bed, it’s probably not comfortable.

You on the other hand are back in your dream again. You stand in the foggy graveyard once more, your heart raises and you know what is going to happen again. You turn around away from the 3 stones and start running. You don’t know why but you do, you keep running and then trip forward. You look up and see by your gravestone, then this time it changes. The ground doesn't open up and swallow you whole, a hand digs up from the ground and grabs your wrist, you try to move your wrist and get out. Panic fills you and bubbles over, you breath in and out at a rapid pace. You can’t get out you feel so trapped, and then, it pulls you under. Darkness fills your eyes again. And yet again you hear the words of raspy from the corpse of your parents. “Why did you leave us?” Over and over and over. It gets so loud then… it stops, you wake up yet again. Sweat falling down your brow as you sit up from laying down.

“Wo wo wo, kid you okay?” Says a voice that you don’t recognize. Your head wipes to the person. It’s dick, aka nightwing. Shit shit shit shit, they know they know. You try to suck in a breath and you feel the vomit fill your throat. You cover your mouth and try taking deep breaths to calm yourself down, trying to get the vomit to disappear. Dick sees this and quickly opens your cell rushing over to you and bringing you to the toilet. He moves your hair out of the way and rubs your back. You can’t hold it back and throw up, “hey hey, it’s okay.” Dick says as he rubs your back. His voice is so soft and warm, you feel tears run down your face, as you wipe your face. Dick wraps you in one of the hugs you had read about in the many diaries and letters written about. You never thought you’d get one ever, you remember how they were described and it couldn’t ever imagine it would be it’s… warm? Comforting? Motherly? You didn’t know how to describe it to you, but it lets out a river of tears, it reminds you of your mother. It’s strange you haven’t had a hug in forever, you don’t remember the last time you got hugged.

Dick holds you and wonders how this happened. He looks away from you holding you and sees Jason leaning on the hallway door. Jason gives him an inquisitive look, Dick gives an shrug and rubs your back as you continue to cry. One question goes through both of the men’s head ‘what happened to this kid?”

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chapter 2 baby I’m sorry felt like this took forever but here it is also gong. To be a bit before the next, trying to write it but I got school coming fast and the next two weeks are going to be a lot of me. So sorry if it takes a bit. Also if y’all want to be added to the tag list just ask in the comments

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Gunshot - Pt2.

Summary: the unknown lives in the dark and the dark finds a home in empty chests.

Cw. Angst, dark content, death of the main character, slight combination between mdzs|wwx, male reader= Blaine, etc.

Pt1.

Blaine tried to regulate his breathing, he really was trying but it was like he was trying to suck a vine of thorns up his nose. He was trying to hold his breath long enough to relax his rapid breathing and get air into his rusty lungs but he couldn't, it was a daunting task. His hands trembled, making him unable to search his pockets for the lighter to have something cold between his boiling fingers and he felt his heart hammering his chest mercilessly, as if it wanted to grind the organs that protected him to reach his ribs and destroy them, his overloaded heart that pumped blood throughout his body as a result of his own fear.

Because he was afraid, he was terrified in a horrific way and to admit it was his undoing, he felt like pulling out of his own body in a painful way.

It had taken him days to run away from his brothers as well as from them, those people who wanted him dead for what he needed in his chest and compensated with what he could. So much was the persecution that it reached a limit, a clear limit that was the total break and could not overcome it. He was barely able to breathe. The litany of voices riddled his head with lethal force and the equivalent of pure acid began to circulate in his veins, the unknown that he began to control little by little raised the trail of dead around him but the growing panic prevented him from seeing further. of the tunnel in his eyes. Because the only objective in his hands was to call him, to hear his calm voice caressing his ears and feel human, to feel in the old days where the greatest danger in his day in the morning was to annoy him and annoy him to the degree that the they will be expelled from the classroom.

I needed to hear his voice one last time, because I knew it; it would be the last time for him.

Blaine knew that this day was his last, he felt it in his bones and blood running through his battered body, broken bones and wounds that would not heal from his own desire to melt into the comfort of eternal rest. . That's why he required it, it didn't matter that they tracked him down with it because he only wanted to hear his voice over the guttural voices of the dead.

Just a little more.

The phone rang with the tones in his ear, now so sensitive but he resisted it and the pattern of his single breathing urged a putrid calm, an inhalation of fresh, optimal air into his lungs stagnant in dirty air. Blaine couldn't help laughing, making fun of his current situation when he saw how little by little those who he killed in his fight to flee got up again and in the distance he saw the cars approaching, where he knew they would shoot him for what they didn't know and he could control, or rather understand and appropriate it.

"Morgan!" was the relieved greeting that Blaine issued, raising his hand to do something for the dead, however only a few obeyed and his blood ran cold, just seconds "What?"

He felt beads of icy sweat running down his battered muscles, his blood froze and he couldn't think past his panic, he was terrified. Blaine came to himself a few seconds later, holding his gun in hand, his bullets would do little against the dead but they would give him time, he only needed a few minutes. Just a few minutes.

"Thank you for being my friend and sorry for not being able to keep our promise"

He could feel his panic filter through the call, the sounds of movement, the rustle of metal against the uneven engraving of the unknown field and the slip of a new cartridge, a distinctive sound from a Heckler & Koch VP9 semiautomatic pistol he always held. near him, a weapon that his father detested. The call was just a distraction from the slow approach of those who belonged to that organization who were now dead.

"Blaine don't you dare-"

"I've always been daring Morgan, it's my hallmark-" and Blaine's voice cut off as he spit out a large amount of blood, a rusty blood that lightened his chest for seconds so he could feel the painful beating of his heart "Could you forgive me some day?"

"Just wait for me please" Blaine heard Morgan's plea on the other end of the call and the one-handed pistol, when he was at his best it was easy but now he was inches away from powerless, his fingers no longer responded " Blaine try I beg you"

"I-I can't" was the painful response that emerged from Blaine still holding the phone to his ear and trying to get a good aim at the cars that were approaching in the distance, some shots stopped them but he knew how stubborn those families were. archaic.

"Stay with me, please" the other male voice on the call sobbed in plea.

Blaine just smiled at what he knew would happen, and he made up his mind, he would not make his best friend and soul mate listen to what would happen to him or what the living dead would do to him.

"See you later"

And the call was cut off, as if it were a signal, the dead who were still staggering began to run possessed by some alien force, even more violent and visceral than their own towards the wounded young man who was leaning on his motorcycle, a motorcycle that had passed due to so many paint changes and repairs that made it a preserved relic, if he closed his eyes he could remember staying in the cave fixing it with a pair of clear eyes watching him fascinated or listening to his commander's advice and the change in the air made him return to reality, face to face with what had been his salvation at one time.

Sounds from hell itself echoed through the air announcing a farewell.

That was all the signal it took to lunge forward and over his own master, who controlled them for a while to tear everything in his path and bite. Destroying in a burst of alien force and not equal to the warm sensation of being handled with a macabre sweetness with putrid bodies, was not what they knew.

Blaine felt faint when he destroyed that damn artifact that he created to hold on to what made him the way he was before, he destroyed it and that only ensured more violence in his death. It didn't matter, he took the whole damn artifact melting it back to what it originally was; blood and flesh that they took from his body (he still remembered their laughs and they scratched him until they tore him) devoid of that core that they took from him, that core that worked so hard and was taken from him. I just fervently wish I had a hug from Alfred or Morgan, just one.

They were feverish wishes and dreams of someone dying.

The disgusting beating of his heart was sweet and acid, but he cradled it against himself, they were his, they were acceptable, and he inhaled deeply through so much immense pain and never had the opportunity to exhale.

Not even at death's gates could he be at peace.

Had it been so bad to kill those men?

Was it too bad to think differently?

Was it wrong to agree to train like his father? But he had always admired him. Had he done wrong?

Was it his fault for not being like him?

Was he really as bad as they claimed?

Did she deserve to have the gold forcibly ripped from his chest for someone else?

Did he deserve to have taken from him what made his chest warm and gave him strength? Why did his father allow it? Why did he let them? BECAUSE?

Had it been bad?

Was a rule more important?

Why did HE allow it?

Was this payment for being the way he was?

Was he to blame for everything?

Did he bring misfortune to everyone as they said?

Was he really that bad?

He had no answer to any of them and if anyone knew the last thing Blaine thought, they would feel a crushing uneasiness and heartbreaking melancholy.

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