#bat family x reader

[dc-imagines]

~DC Imagines~

Jason Todd X Hero!Reader

TW: Suggestive, Mentions of murder, Cussing

Depending on what time in Jason's life the two of you meet, you two could be on opposite ends of justice ⚖️ or fighting side by side

Whatever your abilities are, he's going to kind of scoff at you and do his best to show he's the better fighter between you two

Either he entered your city or you entered Gotham, both of you following a lead and trying to stop something from happening

Apparently your leads ran in the same circles because you're suddenly face to face with Red Hood and he's fucking massive 👌

If you beat his ass then he'll sulk about it later and insist you pulled some dirty trick or cheated, even blames whatever circumstances were going on at the time

"You got lucky! That's what happened!"

But if he wins, then he's smug and will lord it over you in a way that is irritating and sexy

"Listen, Babe, if you're looking to get pinned down again, then you're barking up the wrong tree. I don't have time for that."

The most amicable encounters the two of you will have is when you have to team up against a common enemy, and even then, you'll have to intervene, or he'll kill them

"We aren't killing them! Stand down!"

Honestly, you'll have to stand between them and Red Hood to prevent it, but you might not be doing much to stop him

If he has to hurt you to take them down, then he will. He doesn't know you well enough to care about you and your well-being at this point

"The hell we aren't! I'm doing the world a favor by putting them down!"

Of course, he pushes back. It will honestly turn into a fight between the two of you, which leads to the villain getting away

"You let them get away!"

"I did!? You're the one who picked a fight!"

Eventually, as you two run into each more and team up more often then Jason will start to warm up to you more, be more willing to abide by your boundaries

You two still do butt heads when it comes to beliefs, but if you manage to skirt around the topic of punishment and killing, then it's a good time

He pushes those thoughts down though, not letting himself dwell on them for too long and trying to just enjoy the moment together

You two sometimes catch each other staring, both of you looking away with small blushes on your faces but neither says anything

Or one of you tackles the other to keep them from getting hit, rolling until one of you is on top, both panting and staring at each other's lips

Only to have the moment ruined when you're both attacked because you got too caught up in each other

Lots of little moments where you two smile a little too long at each other, or you hold him a little too tight on his motorcycle or you two are stuck a little too close to each other for it to be platonic

Talking about that time you two hid in a vent together with Jason on top of you and your ass was pressed to his groin, the two of you deathly still and unable to look at each other without blushing afterwards

It helps that you two have an insane attraction to each other, that he thinks you're hot as hell and could see himself working with you long-term

He's always in a better mood after a night out with you, no matter how things went down or how beat up he got

He's just in a good mood the next day, unable to hold in the small smile on his face whenever he thinks of you

Everyone around him notices it, Dick of course, being the first to press him about it, not so subtly teasing him and insinuating that Jason has a lover

Tim and Duke try to team up and trick Jason into giving up information about you but he just threatens to knock their heads together

Cass and Steph try to follow him out on patrol and see if you two are meeting up or hooking up, but you manage to catch them, Jason quickly booting them out

Damian genuinely doesn't care at first, but everyone's sudden interest sparks something in him, and he takes it as a competition to try and find out just who you are to Jason

Barbara is the one who finds out the most about you because, of course she does, she's too smart for her own good and she rubs it in everyone's faces

"I know what city they protect, their abilities, and how many times they've been spotted with Red Hood~ What do you guys have on them?"

"I know that they're really killing it in that suit. You think they could make me one in purple?"

Alfred helped her out, though. In fact, he helped everyone out because he's a sucker for all that gossip

Bruce is just tired and wants Jason to be happy, is grateful to you for putting a stop to Jason's more extreme forms of punishment

You may or may not have a run with Batman himself and have an awkward conversation about Red Hood and your intentions

But Bruce also just wants to make sure you know what you're getting into with Jason, he even gives you a way to contact him if Jason ever goes too far

"Uh-thank you..? Mr. Batman-Sir..?"

Jason is just sick of everyone trying to sniff out his business and just wants to have this one thing to himself without having to share with his family

Which makes it really sound like he likes you, just a little bit 🤏

He will deny it and tell everyone to butt out of his business, which only confirms their suspicions

"Oh, he's so into them."

"For sure."

It's not like you two know each other's secret identities so he can't just call you up and ask when you're free to hang out, he has to wait for when you two are in vigilante mode

So he looks forward to nighttime and will find excuses to come around your territory when he can, which isn't often, but it's enough for you two to grow closer

Your relationship becomes more relaxed than it was in the beginning, more playful and teasing as tension between you two turns into something else

You start to rely on each other in a fight, moving in sync and quickly becoming an unstoppable duo that balances the other out

You stop asking not to kill and instead just ask him to trust you, which seems to work because he'll always reluctantly let you handle the criminal/villain

"Just-trust me with this, okay? Let me handle them and keep the blood off your hands a little longer."

"...fine."

But he's not going to leave you alone with them, insisting on helping you escort them because he would never forgive himself if something happened to you

"I'm coming with you to make sure you don't let them get away again, got it?"

You have two options, tease him because you see through his pathetic attempt to hide his real motivation

"You could just admit you worry about me~"

Or take the bait and end up bickering the entire way there with him, making your hostage wish you had just let Jason kill them instead

"You bastard! You were the one who let them get away last time!"

He thinks it's cute to ruffle your feathers but will roll his eyes under the mask if you tease him instead

Jason gets a bit jealous if you work with other heroes, especially anybody from the Batfam, because how could you!?!?!

Is super rude and testy with whoever your partner is, and it's just horribly obvious how jealous he is but he won't admit it

"Wait, are you jealous..?"

"Of course not! I just think it would make more sense for us to work together on this, don't you?"

"Maybe, but they're my boyfriend/girlfriend/lover sooooo-"

"YOUR WHAT!?"

"So you are jealous!"

Weeks later, he'll ask you if you're actually seeing anyone, which will be the most he's ever asked about your personal life, your real identity

He doesn't know why he asked you, hates that he did because he's terrified of your answer, if you do have a boyfriend then he's going to be crushed

But if you don't, then you surely deserve better than him, every bad thing he's ever done since you two met suddenly haunting him

You hum softly and look up at the night sky, unsure if you want to really answer that before deciding that you trust him enough

"No, no boyfriend or anything like that. Just some annoying guy who won't quit bothering me at night, but he isn't so bad."

It takes Jason a moment to register what you said, relief flooding his body before hot realization hits him

"You're the annoying one!"

He throws a strong arm around you and tugs you close to him, squeezing you playfully as his heart thunders in his chest

Your laughter makes his heart ache, your flushed cheeks and smile just make it so much worse because he knows his feelings have developed beyond lust

He can handle lust, it's something hot and electric that would fizzle out the moment he's hit it and quit it

But these warm bubbling feelings inside him? He knows it's only going to get worse because he's falling for you, he wants to be with you

Yet part of him realizes that you two only know half of each other's lives, your true identities still hidden from each other

But he wants you, craves being with you more than anything, so he knows he has to start somewhere, his hands coming up to suddenly unlatch his helmet

You're not too confused, keeping your head on his shoulder, having seen him without the helmet before and knowing of the domino mask underneath

Until his hand is suddenly guiding your own up towards his face, encouraging you to remove the mask and see his real face

"What are you-"

"I want you to know me. All of me. It's okay if you don't trust me but I trust you with this."

He's blushing, you're close enough to see that his cheeks are tinted pink and you can't help but cup his face in your hands, rubbing your thumb against his bottom lip

He really does have kissable lips-

Focus

Instead you guide his hands to your own mask, giving him a reassuring smile as you start to lift his mask off of his face

"I trust you."

You knew he was beautiful, scars and all but you weren't prepared for just how pretty Jason was without the mask

It was unfair really, he already had an amazing physique why couldn't he be just a little bit ugly???

You don't even get a chance to say it because the moment your own mask comes off then you feel naked, trying to look away before a strong hand grips your chin and guides you back to him

You're frozen under his intense gaze as he pulls your face forward, lips nearly touching as he wraps his other arm around your waist

"It won't be easy, being with me you know..."

He sounds so genuine and hurt that it pulls you out of it for a moment, wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him in for a bruising kiss

He's in a daze when you pull away, not remembering how you ended up in his lap but drunk on the taste of your lips, strong hands squeezing your ass appreciatively

You lean in to kiss him again and stop just before you kiss him, smiling and cupping his cheek softly

"I was gonna say the same thing, baby~"

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I hope you guys like it! This is my first work for my blog so please send me some requests!

#DC Imagines #Bat Family X Reader #BatFamily X Reader #Jason Todd X Reader #Red Hood X Reader

[honey-milk-depresso]

Batfam Masterlist

Bruce Wayne

nothing yet!

Richard (Dick) Grayson

Florist S/o

With an s/o completely opposite of them

Spider-s/o

Game + streamer s/o

Batbros watching anime with you

Batfam x s/o in an escape room

Jason Todd

Florist S/o

With an s/o completely opposite of them

Spider-s/o

Game + streamer s/o

Batbros watching anime with you

Batfam x s/o in an escape room

A Desperate Rescue (Oneshot)

Tim Drake

19 Reasons (Tim's Birthday oneshot)

Florist S/o

With an s/o completely opposite of them

Spider-s/o

Game + streamer s/o

Batbros watching anime with you

Batfam x s/o in an escape room

Damian Wayne (Platonic for child Damian)

Spider-s/o

Batbros watching anime with you

Batfam x s/o in an escape room

Duke Thomas

Batbros watching anime with you

Batfam x s/o in an escape room

Cassandra Cain

Batfam x s/o in an escape room

Stephanie Brown

Batfam x s/o in an escape room

Barbara Gordon

nothing yet!

#batfam #batfam x reader #bat family #bat family x reader #dick grayson #jason todd #tim drake #damian wayne #bruce wayne #cassandra cain #duke thomas #barbara gordon #stephanie brown #batfam masterlist #batfam x reader masterlist

[thewritersofdeceased]

Prompt: Y/N is coming to visit the boys, after years of being apart. How do they all react? (Part 1? I might make a part 2!)

Pairing: Bat Family x Reader

Mentioned Characters: Bruce Wayne, Dick Grayson, Tim Drake, Damian Wayne, Alfred Pennyworth.

Requested?: Nope!

Gotham City.. The city of the Night.. The city where all crime came to light. To Justice. That's what everyone said.

But what Gotham wasn't? It wasn't the place 21 year old y/n found themselves revisiting. It felt like years had passed. Which it was. After leaving from sophomore year of Y/N and their parents had to move.

But now at the ripe age of 21, they were finally going back. Back to the place it had all started. Growing up in Gotham wasn't fun, but they had their friends here and there.

First it started with a boy by the name of Dick Grayson. An Acrobat. Someone who in their opinion deserved better. Growing up after family's passing didn't seem like fun. But when he had met you, your personalities clicked almost instantly. He would tell you when he worked as Robin as patrol, telling you the amount of bad guys he got, how him and Bruce argued, everything like that.

Next up had been Jason after Dick had left without warning. Now with Jason, it took a bit for him to warm up to you. But he saw you as an older sibling figure, and that was alright. You taught him how to cook, alongside Alfred. Bruce was fine with you usually coming around, especially with Dick no longer being around. When you left Gotham, you didn't know of Jason's death until only a few months later. In which you were out of town with family.

Now, with Tim, you had met him during a coffee run. You had almost tripped into him and his computer, but thankfully he had caught you just in time. Apologies spewled left and right between you both, but he seemed okay. That was a plus! You two bonded over games and crimes, which surprised some folks to an extent. You hadn't known of his identity as Red Robin, but slowly you pieced it together.

Damian... The last and final Wayne you had met during your freshman year at Gotham High. What a surprise that the thing you two bonded over was animals? You had been wandering around, trying to find a lost kitten that had gotten stuck somewhere in the school, and it turns out Damian was too. Now, the two of you found the kitten around the same time, and you two were amazed about it. Well- at least you were.

Slowly, your thoughts had come to a stop, the plane landing near a small town only a few minutes away from Gotham. Standing up from the plane and grabbing the suitcase and bag you had brought, there was this calm expression. Having to go all the way through the airport was already a pain in the ass itself.. When leaving the plane and making your way towards the train, you sat quietly. Playing your favorite playlist(or podcast, etc), your eyes landed outdoors through the window.

#bat family x reader #Bruce Wayne x reader #Jason Todd x reader #Dick Grayson x reader #Tim Drake x reader #Damian Wayne x reader

[house-of-slayterr]

Alfred looking at the kids: You know those things will kill you right?

Jason pouring a pouring another glass of whiskey: Yeah that’s kinda the point

Roy smoking a cigarette: We’re trying to speed up the process

Y/N: *nods while eating raw cookie dough upside down on the couch*

#inccorect quotes #alfred pennyworth #Jason Todd #roy harper #dumb reader #jason todd x reader #Roy Harper x reader #golden trio #gotham incorrect quotes #batfam #bat family #bat family x reader

[randoimago]

Hi Kat, hope you’re doing well! :) was wondering if I could request Jason Todd and Tim Drake from the batfam (separately) unknowingly dating Harley Quinn and the Joker’s son, then finding out on a whim? Thank you! 💗💗 -featherbrained anon

S/O Is The Joker’s Kid

Fandom: Batfamily

Characters: Jason Todd, Tim Drake

Type of Request: Headcanons

Notes: I am thank you!! 

Jason

There’s definitely some feelings about you being the Joker’s kid and he needs to step out for a bit to think. 

Don’t get him wrong, he knows you’re not your parents (thank god) but considering what he’s gone through, he just needs to be alone real quick.

When he comes back, he might have a different reaction depending on if you know he’s Red Hood. If you do know then he tries to tell you what happened with him and The Joker (tries as he has to take a moment to breath now and then because it was a lot and talking about it hasn’t gotten easy).

If you don’t know then he’ll tell you. I mean, he can’t expect life has been easy for you if people know who you’re related to, so he does his best to tell you about being Red Hood (as well as the Joker stuff, but he’ll let you process the vigilante thing first).

Tim

With Tim’s brains, you’d think he would figure out a lot sooner. And maybe he did and decided to ignore it because you’re nothing like them.

He’s silent for a bit as he’s thinking about this new knowledge and processing it. Is a bit sad that you kept it a secret, but he’s kept plenty secrets from you too. 

And he imagines people finding out about your family hasn’t always gone easy for you.

But he tells you that it doesn’t matter. He does have questions, but thinks it’s best to reassure you because that secret must hold a lot of weight and guilt. 

#bat family x reader #jason todd x reader #tim drake x reader

[littlebatsimagines]

The Knight is Born 2

(Jason Todd x Inmate! Reader)

MasterList

“No…no…NO!!” Jason screamed as he quickly sat up, a thin layer of sweat coating him and his hand instinctively going to this pistol hidden under his pillow as his eyes wildly scanned the dark room. “Jason?” a tired voice asked from beside him as a small cold hand touched his arm gently but without hesitation he quickly turned putting pistol to their head. Wide (e/c) eyes looked back at him full of fear before melting into understanding. “We’re safe Jason. He’s not here.” (Y/n) said calmly as she put her hand over Jason’s to bring him back to reality. After a few tense moments Jason’s harsh breathing evened out a bit and he slowly pulled the gun away. “Sorry.” He mumbled as he very slowly began to relax. “Its fine, you know I understand.” (Y/n) said as she sat up and turned on the dim light next to her. “Do you need anything?” She asked as she watched him get up and slip on his uniform. “No…I’m going for a run. Have the men run the stealth drills today.” Jason said as he grabbed his helmet. “You won’t be back in time?” She asked only for Jason to shrug. “I need a bit.”

“We leave today, where is he?” Deathstroke growled as he watched the militia load into their transports. “He’ll be here.” (Y/n) rolled her eyes from under her hood her patience with the mercenary wearing thin. Deathstroke seemed to think this was his operation and not the Knight’s. “Why are you here bothering her, don’t you have men to round up?” Came the synthesized voice of the Knight. “Just making sure you’d make it in time.” Deathstroke said making the Knight huff. “Nothing leaves here without my go ahead. Now get back to your duties.” The Knight said as he watched Deathstroke leave before taking his spot next to (Y/n). “I really hate him.” (Y/n) whispered, her annoyance seeping into her voice. “Yeah but he’s useful.” The Knight said as he glanced down at her. “Are you ready?” He asked and even with the voice modulator she could hear the genuine care in his voice making her smile. “Of course. Are you?” (Y/n) asked as her gaze shifted from the militia to their leader who’s gaze didn’t seem to leave the transports. “I’ve waited so long for this, why wouldn’t I be ready?” He asked making her shrug. “We are going back to where everything started.” She said only making the Knight shrug. “He needs to pay.”

(Y/n) stayed in the main base patching up the militia members that came in with injuries. “How is it out there?” She asked the man she was stitching up. “Random thugs causing trouble, nothing we can’t handle. The Knight went to get Batman’s tech support.” He said casually. (Y/n) nodded and handed him his jacket. “Try not to rip your stitches.” She said with a gentle smile. “I’ll do my best. Thanks Doc.” He said as he put his jacket on and walked away. “Stop babying them they’re grown men.” Deathstroke said as he leaned against the wall behind her. “So? They’re working hard they deserve some kindness.” (Y/n) said as she turned face Deathstroke. “I get you’re here to help and that’s perfectly fine. I don’t tell you how to do your part so don’t tell me how to do mine.” (Y/n) said as she cleaned up the dirty medical equipment. “Just because you’re his little girlfriend doesn’t mean you have any authority.” Deathstroke said as he pushed away from the wall and walked away. Rolling her eyes with a huff of annoyance. (Y/n) began working on the next militia members injury. “Hey Doc, the Knight requested you to come to the interrogation room.”

(Y/n) watched the interaction between the Knight and the Commissioner’s daughter and the shock in the young woman’s eyes when he revealed himself to her. “Jason, this is wrong!” The ginger said. “This is justice!” Jason growled. “He left him.” (Y/n) added as she stepped forward. “He’s mourned for you Jason! Come home..” Barbra said pleadingly. “How long did it take the Bat to get a new Robin, hmm? About 6 months wasn’t it?” (Y/n) said as she stood next to Jason. With a sigh Jason put his hand up silencing (Y/n) immediately as she respectfully took a step back. “I can’t go back. None of you understand what Joker did to me.” he said with a slight waver in his voice as he recalled everything that happened. “Jay, we can fix it.” Barbra tried. “I CAN FIX IT!” Jason snapped making (Y/n) take another step back. “Jason…” (Y/n) started before he sighed and put his helmet back on. “Just…patch her up and have her ready to move (Y/N).” He said as he left the room. (Y/n) brought her bag over and began to work on patching up Barbra. “You’re keeping him from his family.” The young Gordon said making (Y/n) scoff. “Please. If you know him at all you know there’s no stopping him when he has his mind set…the least I could do is keep an eye on him and patch him up.” (Y/n) said as she cleaned the cut on Barbra’s forehead as the young woman carefully studied her. “You’re (Y/n) (Y/ln), you escaped Arkham the night of the riots.” Barbra said as she studied the young woman in front of her. “Yeah and I was in Arkham voluntarily regardless of what stories you’ve heard.”

#batman imagine #batman #dc comics #batman x reader #dc comics x reader #dc comics imagine #arkham knight #arkham knight imagine #bat family imagine #batfamily #arkham knight x reader #bat family x reader #batfam x reader #batfam #batfam imagine #jason todd #jason todd imagine #jason todd x reader #dc imagine

[fleogecorpse]

I wanna see a batfam x reader (romantic or platonic) where they don't mention fighting or the vigilant life AT ALL. Like they're just normal people living a casual life

#batfam #batfam x reader #bat family x reader #batfamily x reader #bat family #bat fam

[alex-the-huntress212]

THEY THINK WE'RE JUST DROP OUTS!

LIVING AT OUR MOM'S HOUSE!

PARENT'S MUST BE SO PROUD!

THEY KNOW IT ALL!

NO THEY DON'T SPEAK OUR LANGUAGE!

THEY SAY WE'RE TOO SAVAGE!

WE DON'T GIVE A -

ANYMORE!

#They didn't care. [Jason Todd] #The First Robin. [Dick Grayson] #The Blood Son. [Damian Wayne] #Who Is She? [Cassandra Cain] #I've got my eye on you. [Tim Drake] #A bunch of brats [Bat Family] #Bat family love #bat family x reader

[tsuvvy]

Damian would never admit it but he actually loves coloring with little sister reader 😚 It’s such a nice stress reliever for him after a chaotic day as a teenage vigilante. Would love to see you write this!!

Color Therapy

Pairing: Damian Wayne x youngest sibling reader

Summary: Damian couldn't deny you were sweeter than you put yourself off to be. And, coloring was more therapeutic than he was expecting.

Warnings: Mentions of you living on Gotham streets and being homeless, mention of robberies, nothing really bad in this though

Word Count: 1.2k

You were an odd kid, that's for sure. You were younger than Damian, about a year or two, so he had expected someone more.. Childlike.

But you were an indifferent kid. You obviously came from a rough background, having grown up on the streets of Gotham. But still. His point stands when he was expecting someone more childlike.

You never reacted to the glares or scowls you received from him. You only returned his mean, annoyed gazes with a calm, unconcerned one of your own. Slowly, Damian had stopped giving you these scowls and glares.

And slowly, his school and vigilante work started to take up most of his time. He'd started visiting the library more often to study for his exams and finish his homework. And with that, he noticed something. He'd noticed it was common for him to find you within the library with a sheet of paper and just some highlighters. Usually, he'd just ignore your presence and sit elsewhere in the library.

He doesn't know why, but. He just started sitting with you. Neither of you would say a word. You would just sit in the comfortable silence filled with your coloring of highlighters on paper, and Damian’s typing of keys on his computer and turning of book pages.

“Y/n,” he finally spoke your name after a few days. You looked up at him. “Why do you only have highlighters?”

You looked down at your piece of paper for a second before saying, “They were all I could find.” You looked back up at him. Damian and you left that conversation there.

But the next time he came to the library, he dropped a pack of nice colored pencils in front of you.

You stared at the pencils for a moment before looking up at him. He caught your gaze.

“What?” He asked, looking back down at the book he had for his homework.

“Wanna color with me?” You asked abruptly. It made Damian pause in his tracks. He looked up at you, his gaze flitting to your paper, the highlighters, and the colored pencils he'd just given you.

“No.” He said, looking back at his book. But something kept him from reading. “Thank you, though..” His voice was quieter.

Nights like this tired Damian out. It was a stressful night. It was just supposed to be a patrol. But there were a string of robberies out of seemingly nowhere. He was exhausted.

And now he was slugging throughout the halls. He yawned just as he passed an agape door. He glanced through the crack. And what he saw made him stop in his tracks.

You were laying on the floor of your room coloring with the pencils he had given you. He didn't know why he stepped forward to your door. And he didn't know why he pushed it open.

You looked up at him. And he looked back at you. You seem to understand what even Damian couldn't.

“Wanna color?” You asked again like you had earlier.

Damian glanced down the hall to his room before looking back at you and your coloring stuff.

“Fine..” He gave in, stepping into your room and sitting on the floor across from you. He took the paper you handed him and grabbed a few colored pencils from the box you had moved closer to him.

It took him a moment to decide what he wanted to draw. But when he began to draw, it was weird.

His head was empty and it just seemed so.. Simple? He was calm..

“Can I use the red?” You asked, your hand was out awaiting for the red pencil.

“Yeah,” He put the red colored pencil in your hand.

Damian sighed as he put a textbook he had acquired from math on the library table.

Damian glanced at you from across the table, you were coloring like always. Then he looked down at his homework. He didn't want to do this. He never did. Homework was annoying. And you seemed to read his mind, because without even looking at him, you passed him a sheet of paper and moved the box closer to him.

Damian closed his computer and stood up from his seat. He moved to one next to you so you could both share the pencils better.

Damian could practically feel his stress and annoyance slowly wash off of him.

“Purple please,” You asked him.

“Mhm,” He hummed, finishing the area he needed to with the purple before he placed it into your hand.

“Damian,” you called his name within the halls of school.

“What?” He looked down at you when you took up pace with him.

“All the colored pencils in the box you gave me are short and hard to use now,” You told him, looking up at him.

“Alright,” He looked ahead, “I’ll get some more, then.”

“Could you get a bigger box with more variety in colors?” You asked.

“Yeah, I can.” He nodded.

“Thank you!” You said, hugging his arm abruptly before running off to class, joining a few kids you had made at the very least acquaintances with.

The way you hugged his arm startled him, he hadn’t expected it. He watched you run off, his heart feeling like it’s blooming like a flower.

Damian dropped the box in front of you where you sat on the floor of your room. He took a seat across from you much like he had the first time he joined you for coloring.

You looked at the back where the names of all the colors were, and sure enough, there was more of a variety like you had requested.

You passed him a piece of paper and put the box in between you two so you both could reach it.

“Why do you color so much?” Damian asked you.

“My head is quiet when I do.” You replied.

Damian paused in his coloring, looking up at you. “What do you think about when you don’t?”

You were quiet for a moment. “What I saw growing up on the streets of Gotham.” He didn’t need you to go into detail to know what that short sentence implied.

He looked backed down at his sheet of paper. He put the pencil he had down.

“Are you using the light green?” He asked. You shook your head and handed him the light green pencil.

You two were quiet for awhile. Silently coloring in a comfortable silence.

“You know you’re safe here, right?” He looked at you, and you finally looked back at him. “You’re here for good, you aren’t going anywhere.”

You stayed quiet.

“You’re safe here.”

You stayed quiet.

“Say something.”

“Thank you.”

Damian looked back down at his sheet of paper at your words, taking it as your understanding of his words.

Damian usually thinks of his own traumas when nothing occupies his brain. Or he’s doing homework. Or he’s fighting crime.

He doesn’t often give himself moments of peace.

But when he’s coloring with you in a comfortable silence like he is now. It’s like for once, a moment of peace washes over him.

He hated to admit it. But you and your dumb coloring were nice. It was nice for him to finally have a quiet moment.

Damian hates being vulnerable, and he feels almost vulnerable.

But he couldn’t deny it anymore. These moments were therapeutic.

#batfam x batsis #batfam x batsis!reader #batfam x reader #batgirl #batsis x batfam #batsis!reader #dc imagine #dc universe #dc x reader #dcu #damian wayne x reader #damian wayne x sister!reader #damian wayne #batfamily x reader #batfamily #batman #bat family #dc robin #batfamily x batsis #batfam #batsis reader #damian wayne robin

[bluetooththereptile]

Crimson bride

(Yandere Damian Wayne x twin sister reader)

( English is not my first language so I apologize for any mistakes in the following text.)

Summary: Your life is going to end horribly, your will to live is slipping away, will your only hope come to save you?

Tw: mentions of violence and abuse

The smell of blood and incense had filled the air, your lungs could hardly bear the responsibility of bringing you oxygen under the pressure of your stress, not that they could easily filter the smoke in the air anyway. It felt like the air was on fire, with each breath your body shuddered slightly, your body could hardly bear the burden of keeping you alert. The beads of sweat slithered down your spine, making the already uncomfortable rags even more unbearable. You were just 11, why were you stuck in a room full of adults in dark long robes...you were not sure...or perhaps you knew what was going to happen, but you didn't know why on earth you were there. You eyed the sacred blade in the hand of the leader of the group, the light of the candles shimmering on its uneven blade, and swallowed your saliva down your throat that now had turned extremely dry. You could already feel the pain in your chest. Dear God, if you hear me...please help!

The dark monks' chants echoed in the chambers, and the puddles of red wax candles under the feet of pillars carved with different images of unholy creatures, seemed like oozing puddles of blood to you, already boiling with crimson liquid of life right out of hell, where they hailed their master from. The veil on your head was thin enough for you to recognize people's faces, well, at least the ones who didn't have a mask on, and your terrified eyes spotted the figure of your grandfather standing behind the leader, himself holding a golden bowl at hand. You gritted your teeth at remembering his words. The memory is still fresh for you, it was just two months ago when he was having a drink with the leader himself in his boudoir, with you present by his side.

"She's a fitting lady Ra's...I give you the credit of having good hereditary genes..." the leader spoke in his smooth voice, his eyes scanning you up and down. You knew how the way he looked at you was inappropriate but you still stayed, holding the tray of drinks, standing by your grandfather's side, if you were going to flinch even for an inch, your mother wouldn't be happy. "She is..." your grandfather hummed, rubbing his chin before he chuckled "What is it old friend? You seem too interested in my child..." the words spoken made your shoulders stiffen slightly, your fingers tightening around the edges of the tray. "I am...but not for what you think...she is too young for marriage for a mortal man..." his smirk grew wider as he continued "But she's at the ripe age for being gifted to our dear lord...she'd make a decent bride..." you could see Ra's hold on his glass of drink tighten, what did his friend mean? Did he want to marry you off to someone? You wondered, but your confusion soon turned into horror as the leader continued "Her heart fits the unholy bowl perfectly" Oh no...you had heard from your nanny that this man was bearer of bad news but this...this was unpredictable! Your head turned to your grandfather to see how he'd respond...please say no, please say no, I've been a good granddaughter...please say no! "What price do you offer?" And with that, your whole world shattered, you felt like life was slipping away from your shell of being as he negotiated the price of marriage, did he...did he just agree on making you a sacrificial lamb?!

You snapped out of your thoughts by feeling the extremely warm hold of the leader on your naked arm as he pulled you away from the corner of the damp room, the metallic chains on your weak ankles clinking loudly as you dragged them on the floor, your feet already bruised by the rough edges of the old tiles on the floor, leaving red trails of blood. He walked you to the alter, your heart skipped as you saw the white dressing of the stone bed, flower petals spread on the surface, how hauntingly fitting for a bridal bed... The man stopped you right before the altar and started chanting in a language you didn't know a word of. But whatever it was, it was working...because the tiles under your feet started to turn unbearably hot, the circles and symbols drawn onto the walls and the floor turned bright red, oh dear God...if you hear me...please help! You had lost your hope a long time ago, but still, you wanted to hold onto a sliver of hope, maybe your grandfather would change his decision at the last minute, or perhaps he would come...but no...how could Damian come to the other side of the world that quickly? He was just a child, like you, sure, he was a capable boy but still, he was just a boy. His words circled in your mind as the priest poured a warm liquid on your body that painted it red, its sweet aroma filling the air, unbeknownst to you, it was a poison that through skin pores penetrated the body and ran into your blood, slowly relaxing your muscles until your heart would stop, this way, if the demons preferred to have your body whole, you'd still be dead. As you felt your skin itch and your vision turn slowly blurry, Damian's voice echoed in your mind "I will come...I promise...I promise!" His voice was filled with determination, but you knew he'd be late. It was already too late...

They helped you lay down on the alter, the wet veil sticking to your face, slowly suffocating you, but you were too weak to move on your own, your eyes were closed, as if the liquid had sealed your eyelashes together, and the voices around you were turning into distant murmurs, your hands limp as they crossed it on your chest. It was too late...and he hadn't held up to his promise...your lips formed a pout, unable to cry, hardly latching onto the task of breathing, your breaths became labored. Soon your chest would be cut open and your warm paralyzed heart would be put into that golden bowl, and then thrown into a fire...you had hoped things would be different, but you knew from the very start, that you were unwanted, and one day, your family would give you up if they have the chance to do so.

Your ears couldn't detect the loud sound of the explosion of the tear gas in the room, how the cult members shouted and pulled out their weapons but were disarmed quickly by the man in black and a few younger ones. You didn't notice them until someone yanked the wet veil from your face and wiped the clotted liquid off of your nose and mouth, putting an oxygen mask on your face "Y/N!" The voice seemed familiar, but you were too weak to respond "Y/N!" He cried for your attention, his trembling hands shaking your shoulders, his voice muffled by his mask, his hold was pushed away from you when you felt a sharp pain on your neck, the detoxing liquid surged in your veins forward by copious amounts, yet you were already unconscious to see your father cry silently as he held your body close to his chest. Poor girl...poor poor girl...he wished he was there sooner.

Your nanny had pulled the small phone behind her apron with trembling hands, she knew your actions had consequences, but she wanted you to feel happy, so she'd do anything in her power to ensure it'd happen. You quickly snatched the phone out of her calloused hands and started to take the number you had repeated over and over in your mind since the moment you had snuck into your mother's study and had found it deep in her files, it was the Wayne Manor's, where your Damian lived with your father. You were separated since birth, him getting most of the attention of your mother, well the one who was to be her weapon, you were too weak to fight from the very first moments you had started to walk, but still, you tried to have a connection with your twin, who even if neglected your attention or bullied you, still felt a twinge of sibling love deep down. It was not until when he was sent to live by his father that Damian had found out how much he dearly loved you, and how much you meant to him. You dialed the number, hearing it slowly beep, one...two...three...you could hear your nervous breaths into the phone, and four "Hello?" You stiffened at hearing Damian's voice, moving your lips to speak but you couldn't, the sheer luck of having him pick up the phone himself was too much! "Hello?!" Damian's voice turned sour with annoyance, you knew he'd hung up quickly so you finally spoke "Hi..."

"Y/N?!" Damian's voice had turned from annoyed into one of surprise and concern, you spoke softly, asking how he had been doing, smiling as he quickly stammered to answer you, but then, when he was rambling on about missing you, you smiled sadly "Hey...I wanted to tell you something..." you interrupted him "Hmm? What is it?" He had asked with curiosity "Please, forgive me if I've done you anything wrong...okay?" "W-wait...Y/N..what do you? What is happening?!" "Grandpa wants to marry me off...to death..." and there was silence, a very uncomfortable silence. "I will come..." his voice was now filled with determination "I will come, I promise!...w-when's is the ceremony?" "Within two weeks-" the phone had slipped off of your hand when your mother's stinging slap met your face, you turned to look at her with wide eyes, trembling as you heard her crush the phone under her feet.

Your eyes opened up to a white light, with warmth surrounding your body. Were you in heaven? You naively asked yourself, but when the pain washed over your body, you knew you were still alive. "Hi..." Damian's voice made you turn your head to his direction at your side, your neck strained from being motionless for too long. He was holding your hand tightly, and your blurry vision could find the outlines of his face in what you could recognize as crying. "Welcome back..." his voice trembled as he sniffled, adjusting the oxygen mask on your face. You blind a few times to make your vision better, still, it felt a little blurry, but you could at least recognize you were somewhere dark, which you'd find out was the Batcave in the future, and Damian was sitting on your side. Your lips curled upwards slightly at how he held your hand to his chest, looking at you affectionately "Sorry I was late..." he spoke softly "But I will make things right from now on, I promise" he promised, and he would do anything in his power to ensure that.

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Some of my favorite Jason Todd moments from WFA pt. 2 :)

I’m in love with him your honor

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BatFam Incorrect Quotes!

Y/N : *talking about Jason ’s funeral* You do know we’re burying a great person today!

Dick , shocked: Did someone else die?

Jason : We need to distract these guys.

Damian : Leave it to me.

Damian : Centaurs have six limbs and are therefore insects. Discuss.

Y/N & Tim: *immediately begin arguing*

Jason : Which way did Bruce go?

Y/N : Well, based on the direction of the wind, the broken sticks in the corner, and the slight disturbance in the dirt, I'd guess they went left.

Jason : You could really figure it out from that?

Y/N : No, you idiot, Bruce sent me a text. See?

*young y/n and young Bruce at the manor*

Bruce : Can we go out to get icecream?

Y/N : Did you ask Alfred?

Bruce : They said no.

Y/N : Then why did you ask me?

Bruce : They're not the boss of you.

Y/N , internally: It's a trap, it's a trap, it's a trap.

Y/N : Well, has Bruce been wrong before?

Alfred: How wide are we willing to open this up?

An: I swear I didn’t manipulate this one at all 😂

Y/N : What is everyone for Halloween?

Jon : I’m superman.

Damian: A clown.

Y/N : So I’m guessing we don’t need to get you a costume then?

Damian to Jon : Me? I'm the bee knees, but, you? You're just...

Y/N : Cockroach ankles!

Damian: Ye- uh, what?

Roy : Jason-

Jason: *sighs* Y/N used to call me Jason...

Roy : ...Because it's your fucking name.

Roy : *cooking*

Jason: *kicks down door*

Jason: *grabs knife from Roy 's hand*

Jason: WHAT DID I TELL YOU ABOUT DESTRUCTIVE BEHAVIOR?

Roy :

Roy : What.

Y/N : They're trying to tell you they want to cook.

An: I actually did this lol and won that trope iPads

Dick : Y/N likes to win. When they were 8, a little Club Scout friend of theirs bragged they could sell the most cookies.

Dick : Damned if Y/N didn't walk the neighborhood till they got blisters on their feet, and won by 10 boxes.

Dick : Best part is, Y/N wasn't even a Club Scout.

Damian: We should normalize not loving family members.

Y/N: You can just say: “I hate my dumb fuck father” or whatever. Talk like a normal person!

Y/N: Ah shit, I forgot.

Alfred : Forgot what?

Y/N: How do you expect me to answer that?

Selena : We’ve been conducting an ongoing study to see what Y/N will and will not eat.

Bruce : Grass? Yes!

Selena : Moss? Yes!!

Bruce : Leaves? Ohh, yes!

Selena : Shoelaces? Strange but true!

Bruce : Worms? Sometimes!

Selena : Rocks? Usually nah.

Bruce : Twigs? Usually!

Selena : Alfred 's cooking? Inconclusive!

Harley: How did you… test this?

Selena : You just hand them stuff and say ‘eat this’ and if they eat it, they eat it.

Harley: ... I don’t know how to feel about this.

Alfred : IS THAT WHERE ALL MY SPARE SHOELACES WENT?

*The gang's thoughts on stabbing*

Y/N: Would never stab anyone.

Selena : Would stab someone in retaliation.

Alfred : Yells "I won't hesitate, bitch!" first.

Harley: Would stab without warning.

Bruce : Would stab as a warning.

Y/N: Poison is a magic transmutation potion that turns people into corpses.

Jason: This knife is actually a magic wand.

Damian : Meet me in the Denny’s parking lot for a wizard duel.

Dick: *cocks gun* Magic missile.

Tim: What the fuck is wrong with you people.

Dick: You know what I learned from my friendship with Jason?

Tim: There’s no such thing as too mean?

Y/N: Never let your friends know for sure if you like them?

Damian : Always hold a grudge?

Y/N: Seriously, Jason, how many people would you have killed if we’d asked you to?

Jason: That’s not important

Y/N: I DISAGREE.

Tim: Don’t you have any dignity, Y/N?

Y/N: Uh, no.

Dick: Don't break someone's heart, they only have one.

Y/N: Break one of their bones instead, they have 206 of them.

Harley: Y/N, you do remember when we agreed we were better off as friends, right?

Y/N, naked in Harley's bed: No, I absolutely do not.

Harley, already taking off their clothes: Fuck... Me neither.

Selena : *in a jail cell* What about my Miranda rights!? You’re supposed to say I have ‘the right to remain silent’”! NOBODY SAID I HAD THE RIGHT TO REMAIN SILENT!

Y/N: *in the cell next to them* You have the right to remain silent, what you lack is the capacity.

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⚣ Holidays with the Waynes 🦃

⚣🦃 A/N → This idea came randomly, conveniently after Thanksgiving. To everyone that celebrates, Happy Turkey Day (he said about two weeks late) and Indigenous People's Remembrance Day. Also, everyone congratulate me. I finally made a fic under 1000 words. I almost made it longer to but stopped myself. This is why it takes so long to get posts out of me. Just when I think I'm done, I add more. WARNINGS: none. just typical Wayne chaoticness

⚣🦃 Summary → His life is like a reality show and every day is a new episode, with the holidays being their own specials. So, when a classmate asks him how his Thanksgiving was, how does the youngest Wayne son even come up with a response?

⚣🦃 Words → 622

REBLOGS & replies are greatly appreciated, please! 💛

⚣ ENJOY 🦃

“So, Y/N, how was your Thanksgiving?”

What a loaded question.

*cue the flashback ripples*

“Damian, why is the turkey in my bedroom?” The youngest Wayne asked after entering the kitchen and finding his half-brother sitting at the island.

“Master Y/N, if you’re going to be eating in your room, I do ask you put a cover over your sheets to avoid crumbs and stains, please,” Alfred said while seasoning one of the various dishes for their dinner.

“Oh, Alfred, it’s not like that. It’s–” Y/N tried to explain before stopping himself after Damian sent him a glare, warning him not to utter another word or else, “It’s just that I sometimes get after-dinner cravings and don’t feel like making the trip to the kitchen. Won’t happen again, though.”

Alfred gave him a suspicious look after glancing at Damian who was avoiding his gaze, before nodding his head and continuing his food preparations. The two brothers both looked at each other before the youngest nodded his head towards the door, making his way out of the kitchen while trying not to act even more suspicious knowing the butler was watching his every move.

Damian quickly moved in tow behind his brother, following him to one of the sitting rooms. A cautious measure to ensure they were out of earshot.

“Next time, scan the room before you start blabbing off as you usually do,” Damian said, his usual annoyed and slightly threatening squint in his eyebrows.

“I do not blab, thank you very much,” Y/N said, his hands on his hips and breath huffing out, showing his clear offense to his brother’s statement.

“History would beg to differ.”

Y/N scoffed with an eye roll, “Whatever. Why is the school’s Thanksgiving turkey mascot currently nesting in my room?”

“I overheard one of the faculty members talking about how good the animal was going to taste on their plates come Thanksgiving dinner, and I refused to let an innocent animal be subjected to such brutality.”

“Okay, but you can’t just kidnap the turkey, Damian! Let alone hide it in my room!”

“First, his name is Tiny. Please, give him the respect of using his name. Second, he’s happier and more relaxed in your room. I think he enjoys your color scheme.” Damian said as if it was the most normal thing in the world.

“I–... Sometimes I wonder what my life would be like if I were a Kardashian.”

“Less authentic and more plastic. Also, you know how Father feels about that family, especially the mother. And, how would you feel if someone tried to chop off your head and limbs so you could be put on a platter that serves 6-10?” The Boy Wonder questioned, mirroring his brother’s body language with his hands on his hips.

“Damian, you literally chased me around the house with your sword last Tuesday.”

“I thought we were playing tag.”

“Who plays tag with a sword?!”

“People who don’t want to get tagged.”

“I–... No words. None whatsoever.”

“Does this mean you’ll let Tiny room with you tonight?”

“Fine.”

For the rest of that Thanksgiving break, Y/N spent it with a roommate who would wake him up at the ass crack of dawn with a series of short, noisy clucks. The youngest Wayne had to explain to his father that he was listening to a new LO-FI relaxing tracks of bird sounds to help him relax.

He received many strange looks from his various family members.

“Oh, just the usual stuff. Holidays with my family are pretty lame. Anyway, what about your family?” Y/N answered, lying straight through his two front teeth.

Holidays with his family were never lame, but also never normal.

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BAT FAMILY BOT (PURGE AU)

After some contemplation, I've finally gotten around to making another Bat Family bot after receiving many requests for another one, but this one is centered around the Purge. I just feel like there's a lot of potential with the whole Purge concept because there's a lot of ways you can go about it, so.. Here it is!

I couldn't find a decent photo for the bot, so I decided to make my own. So, feel free to visit the bot and let me know what you guys think! I have a lot more DC concepts for bots and so far, I can tell you guys are really enjoying them. Thank you for the continued support, you guys are amazing.

You can find the bot here! And here's a link to my Ko-fi, if you'd like to help me continue making bots for JanitorAI. Hope you guys enjoy!

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Brotherly Love. D.W J.T

Damian Al-Ghul/Wayne × platonic!twin!reader!

Gender Neutral

This is roughly based on the film "Son of Batman", it just includes the other batbros that were not in the film, and the reader does not know Jason.

Brotherly Love Masterlist <- right here

Warnings:mentions of death/assassins/scars/insecurity

Summary: You and your twin brother go to live with your father after your grandfather's death, but time at Wayne Manor brings soon jeopardizes your relationship.

There is probably some grammatical errors.

~☆~

Tragedy had struck your family, when Deathstroke rained an army upon your home, killing hundreds of your families men, including your uncle, and grandfather. Your mother had hurriedly taken you and your brother Damian away from your home, guiding you to America where you would meet your father for the first time.

A tight feeling had bubbled up in your chest, perhaps it was from you grieving your grandfather, or the sadness from leaving your home, maybe- just maybe it was nervousness from getting to finally meet your father. Your fists tightened as you thought about what was happening, Damian who was sitting next to you took notice immediately, and moved to rest one of his hands upon your own, the contact brought you out of your daze, and you turned to look at Damian who was starting dead ahead.

Damian, your beloved twin brother, whom you loved very deeply. He was your anchor for when the days got too tough, you were a trained assassin you were meant to be cold, but alas you were still a child, and he was too.

Sometimes when the two of you were younger you would sneak out of your respective rooms and get into the other's bed, Talia pretend not to notice, and would never dare to speak a word about it. You and Damian would always read books in his room when you both had time away from training, you'd huddle together as one of you voiced what was happening in the books you read, and eventually whichever one of you was being read to would fall asleep upon the other, the one that was reading doing the same not too long after.

On the nights that Ra's would allow dessert to be served after dinner Damian would give you whatever treat was given to him, he was never one for sweets. Every once and a while the pair of you would venture down to the village or around the Al-Ghul grounds, and talk about anything and everything.

You were brought back out of your thoughts as Talia announced that you had arrived in Gotham, she had told you and Damian to wait whilst she retrieved your father.

Talia had come back with a man, dressed in all black, he had a cape and a mask, he was muscular, not too tall and not too short. You and Damian stood side by side as your mother attempted to flirt with him before breaking the news of Ra's Al-Ghul's death, and how the assassins that killed him would more likely come back. Talia then brought back the curtain that you and Damian hid behind, and finally told him that you were his children.

~☆~

Bruce had tried to bond with the two of you at first, you and Bruce would go out to eat and go shopping, whilst Damian would spend time in the Batcave and accompany Bruce to work. When you had the time you and Damian would still huddle up in the giant library and read to each other at night.

~☆~

After some time Bruce eventually had to stop going on your outings together, too busy as Batman and as a businessman. Instead of Bruce, you started going out with Alfred to visit the shops, before you knew it Damian had become Robin and started going out with Bruce into the night and wouldn't arrive back at the Manor until early morning. A downside to being Robin meant that Damian kept sadly turning down your attempts to hang out, instead he spent even more time in the Batcave either training or doing research. You had already attempted to ask Tim to hangout but he was too busy with Wayne enterprises plus keeping up with his own nighly activities as Red Robin, you also knew there would be no reason to call Dick he was all the way in Blüdhaven also to invested in his own police duties and his Nightwing persona, Jason, whom you hadn't met yet was also off of the table, he and Bruce had to many disagreements between the two of them. So instead you settled for either being alone reading one of the thousand books in the library or helping Alfred with household things, and he was more than happy to spend time with you.

After many futile attempts at trying to get Damian to spend time with you he started to get agitated, telling you to just leave him alone for the night, one night he finally had enough and snapped. It was an hour before Batman and Robin would go out for patrol, dinner had finished not to long before, you stayed back to help Alfred clean up, Damian went with Bruce to go set up things for when they leave, it had been weeks since you had some one on one time with Damian so you went down to the batcave to ask him to read, or really to do anything.

You walked down the stairs that led to the batcave, Damian was taking care of his weapons and Bruce was looking at the computer, you creeped up next to Damian and watched as he polished the baterang's. Of course Damian had seen you, he was an assassin he always knew what was happening around him, he let a sigh come out from his nose, and shifted his weight to the foot that was farthest from you as an attempt to distance himself from you.

"What do you want (Y/N)?" He questioned, finally breaking the silence that had been in the batcave. "I just wanted to see if you would like to join me for an activity, we can do whatever you like." You confessed, hopeful that he would say yes.

Damian set down the baterang he was holding and threw his head back in annoyance.

"Damian has to get ready for patrol (Y/N)." Bruce butted in as he sensed Damians change in attitude, turning around in the chair that he sat in he watched as you glanced at him before looking back at Damian, then back to him.

"But that's in and hour, I just wanted to borrow hi-" You tried to reason before being interrupted by an angry looking Damian. "(Y/N) WILL YOU EVER LEAVE ME ALONE, IM BUSY!" He yelled out at you, your eyebrows knit together as you stared at him, never had he ever yelled at you, let alone been angry at you. Bruce had jumped up from his seat and began walking to you guys to make sure nothing else happens between you.

You had started to back away from Damian, still staring at him with shock on your face, Damians still portraying anger as he stared back. You kept backing up until your feet hit the stairs, as they touched the stairs you turned and fled back up to the Manor, running past Alfred who was bringing tea to Bruce and Damian, all the way until you reached your room. You climbed into bed, curling up under the blankets, your mind was going a million miles per hour, Damian had never been mad at you, were you really that annoying? You just wanted to spend time with him like you've done all your life, was that anxious feeling you had before your arrival to Gotham, some sort of prediction?

Apparently sometime during your heartbroken breakdown you must have passed out, cause you awoke to a knock on the door, you sighed as you got up to answer it, hoping that it would be Damian trying to apologize, as you reached the door and opened it you were met with alfred.

"I've brung you some cookies Mx.(Y/N)." He said as he held put a tray, you grabbed them out of his hands and muttered out a "thank you".

"I do not know what happened, but I am here if you need to talk." He told you, hoping that you weren't as emotionally constipated as the rest of this family, you observed the older man's face, looking for any sign to show that he was lying, but his face held sincerity.

"Damian-" you started, but ended up cutting yourself off. "-yelled at me, he's never done that before." You confessed in a whisper, a little embarrassed that this is what has gotten you so worked up. "Would you like me to talk to him?" The brit questioned, ready to stand up for you.

"No, it's okay Alfred." You rushed out, Damian should apologize on his own terms, once he realized what he did.

"Thanks for the cookies, Alfred." You sighed before whispering out a "goodnight" and closing the door.

~☆~

A week later and Damian has yet still not apologized, you had avoided him the entire week as well, and he didn't seem to care. Tim had come by to talk to Bruce and asked if you wanted to go hangout before he left, you told him no, the insecurity of being annoying clouding your mind. Bruce had even come up to your room, and explained that Damian was just "frustrated from working", Bruce even invited you to go out and eat with him like you did when you first arrived, you soon turned him down. Alfred too made attempts to spend time with you, inviting you to cook or garden with him, but all you wanted was to be with your brother.

~☆~

This went on for a whole month, you avoiding Damian, and him not even trying to apologize to you. You had eventually left your room to eat with the family again, and would sit in the library or garden reading a book. You had hoped that your mother would come back to you, and take you back home, praying that she had gotten her revenge for Ra's and killed Deathstroke already, you've waited, and waited, and waited, but she still hasn't come back yet, there was no trace of her. You weren't worried that anything had happened to her, she was the child of Ra's Al-Ghul, The Demons Head, he'd been alive for over 500 years, he trained your mother, of course she was fine, you just wished she would come and see you upset, and try to help.

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After a month and a half since you last talked to Damian, you walked down the dark stairs of the enormous Wayne Manor, heading towards the kitchen to make yourself a cup of tea, upon your arrival you grabbed a mug, then put a kettle on the stove. The kettle whistled to announce that the water was done boiling, you place a tea bag into your mug before pouring the water on top, you grabbed your personal likings of sugar and cream to put in it(im southern i literally only put sugar in mine.) , and grabbed a spoon to stir it all together. Once your tea was done you picked up your mug and made your way to the library, on your way there you passed the dining room and seen Alfred sitting with a man, he had black hair with a white streak in the front, a scar running across the side of his face, he was muscular, and wearing a black leather jacket, and black jeans, you caught sight of his eyes, something in them looked familiar, kind of like that mystical green hugh that the Lazarus pit gave your grandfather. Maybe you were going crazy, you've never seen this man in your life, you would know if he had access to the Lazarus pit, you shook your head to get rid of any curious thoughts you had, before glancing at the mysterious man one last time and heading to the library.

There will be a part two to this, maybe even a part three, I hope you enjoyed!

(Part two has been posted!)

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