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dead-sane-stuff · 8 months
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Just Batfam tingz pt 2 ft: batsis. Or bro 🤷
Jason: I dont wanna talk about it
Dick: You sure? I'm a pretty good listener
Jason: Then why didn't you hear me say I don't wanna talk about it
Source: Young Sheldon
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*On a mission*
Tim : if this works then this will be the best day of my entire life
Y/n : damn, your life must really suck.
Source : regular show
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Bruce: Wait you all read (Y/n)'s diary?
Tim : Yeah
Jason: Uh huh
Damian: *Tsk*, what I can stomach
Dick: Oh I just skim through it, to make sure they're not on drugs.
Bruce: W-What does it say?
Dick: It's says "I am not on drugs"
Source: Bob's burgers
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Bruce : (Y/n) sometimes life is hard
Y/n : Bruce sometimes you're a piece of shit.
Source: trailer park boys
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*Red Hood on the News *
Red hood: Yep it was tough, but I can't take all the credit I had a little help from two others.
*Nightwing and (Y/n) in the background*: 😀
Red hood: from my left gun and my right gun 🥰
*Nightwing and (Y/n) in the background*: 😑
Source: bob's burgers
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batsplaining-blog · 8 months
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mood swings
Prompt: what if batsis was on her period and her brothers were clueless. No warnings! Fem!reader. 680 words.
It was a Friday afternoon and she had just got home from school. Y/N and her brothers Tim and Damian had to be picked up from school by Dick. Y/N loved her brothers, don’t get me wrong, but after a long morning of people being annoying at school and being on very few hours of sleep due to last minute studying; she wasn’t in the mood for Dick’s cheerful ass.
“Yo, Little Bird! Wanna go work on your floor routine for next week’s competi-” Dick asked his little sister, eager to spend time with her, not expecting to be interrupted by a loud groan from her. “What’s wrong, Y/N?”
Fuming, she sharply exclaimed “Can you shut up, for like, once in your life?”.
Taken aback by her sudden outburst, Dick looked at her, concerned. Before he could say anything, Y/N left the manor’s foyer, leaving her three brothers standing there. Dick and Tim exchanged confused glances as their sister stormed off, and Damian went off on his own along with Titus.
“Did something happen to her at school today?” asked Dick, looking at his younger brother curiously. Tim, on the other hand, looked as tired as always. “I mean, not that I know of.”, he answered as he tried to think back to his day. He couldn’t remember anything that pointed towards his little sister being in trouble, though.
Back in her room, Y/N dropped her backpack on the floor and flopped on her bed. In that moment, she wanted nothing but to change into some comfy clothes and cuddle into her favorite cozy blanket while watching whatever random show she was binging at the moment, maybe even drinking a nice cup of tea that Alfred would bring her. She knew she couldn’t do that, though. She recently decided to take up gymnastics, thinking it could help her improve some aspects of her fighting and her father would finally let her become a vigilante alongside the rest of her family.
She rested on her bed for a few minutes in a position that helped soothe her cramps a bit before she got up and walked to her closet, getting ready for practice. Putting on her leotard and tying her hair in a ponytail, she threw on some sweatpants and grabbed her bag. She felt bad for the way she yelled at Dick earlier, making a mental note to apologize later. Y/N left her room and walked back downstairs, heading for the kitchen.
“Miss Y/N, how was school today?”. She turned to look at Alfred, who was making tea in the kitchen as he asked her. “It was alright.”, she answered as she walked to the medicine cabinet, grabbing something for her cramps. Alfred walked up to her and handed her a cup of tea.
With a small ‘thank you’ she took the cup and set it down on the counter in front of her.
She was sitting in the kitchen, enjoying her tea and scrolling on her phone when her oldest brother walked in. “Hey, want me to give you a ride to the gym?” he asked softly, threading carefully to not anger his sister further. She put her phone down and sighed, moving her head to look up at him. “Sure. We leave in 10.”
Soon after, they both found themselves in Dick’s car, riding in silence. Y/N’s pride taking charge, stopping her from letting out any form of apology to her brother. Dick, however, was determined to understand what was wrong with his baby sister.
“You know you can always talk to me, about anything, right?” Dick asked her, glancing away from the road to look at her.
“What?” She replied, her voice laced with confusion and a bit annoyed. “Where’s that coming from?”
“Well, you know… Y/N if you’re going through something-”
“Dick”, she stopped him. “I’m not going through anything. I’m fine.”
Dick stopped to think for a few seconds before asking again, “Then… why are you in such a bad-” he didn’t finish his sentence as he saw the look on his sister’s face. “Oh”.
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cas-backwards-tie · 10 months
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Heiress Of Gotham Masterlist
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Bruce Wayne x Daughter!Reader
Summary: After the sudden loss of your mother to mysterious circumstances, you’re claimed by a father you didn’t know you had: Bruce Wayne. If it isn’t bad enough that you’re complete strangers to one another, your world is flipped upside down with all the changes said to come with the Wayne name. What’s worse is that you’re not so sure your mother’s death was an accident.
Warnings: Angst, Anti-Police themes, Cursing, Depression themes, Negativity, Numbness, Disassociation, Depression, Existentialism, Cursing, Misandry, Crying, Suicidal Thoughts (if u squint), Yelling, Outbursts, Injury, Blood, Catcalling, Threats, Funeral, Knives, Fighting, Panic Attacks, Shame, Guilt, Fight or Flight, Spying, Voyeurism, Flirting
Mentions of: Death, Suicide, Body Fluids, Bodies, Sex Trafficking, Criminal Activities, Drug Busts, Prostitution, Assassins,
Part One Chapters: Seed Uprooted | Cruel New World | Memories Embarked | Desolate Days | Threatened to Reset | Summer of a Lifetime | Uncharted Territory | Reckless Decisions & Dancing | Fake Dates & Milkshakes | Revenge and Retribution
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visionofhope04 · 1 year
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Hiii I was wondering if you could do Batfam x sister reader being Damian’s twin and rather than persuing the same thing as their dad and being a vigilante she becomes a famous singer (ya know famous name and good music) and she releases and album (maybe emails I can’t send idk something) and like family being there for her first sold out concert and yeah just supportive of her carrere
Angst is my thing but I’ll do my best to make this as fluffy as possible. Not beta read, sorry if there are any mistakes, feel free to let me know. Hope you like it!
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“Father?”
“Yes?” Bruce was concerned. You kept shifting your weight and fiddling with your fingers. He’s never seen you this nervous before. He tensed, preparing for the worst.
“Iwanttobeasinger.” You blurted, looking anywhere you could that wasn’t his face.
Bruce blinked. “Can you say that a bit slower please sweetheart?”
You took a steadying deep breath. “I want to be a singer.” You said significantly slower.
Bruce let out a deep breath and let his body sag. He’d never been religious but in that moment he thanked whatever was up there for helping him.
You looked at him, confused.
“I thought you were gonna ask to be a vigilante.”
Your face contorted in alarm. “Me? A vigilante? Never.”
He chuckled and then brought attention back to what you said. “So you want to be a singer? How do you plan on doing this?”
“Y-you don’t care?” You questioned in shock.
“Why would I care? You’re my daughter and I will always love and support you. I’m glad you found something you really enjoy and intend to make a career out of it. Finding something you enjoy doing is hard, being able to make a career out of it is harder. If it makes you happy then I’ll gladly help you with it if you need it.”
“Even though it’s a bad career?”
“Some people in it may be bad but it doesn’t make the career bad. Music is all about self expression and is a great outlet for emotions. It brings people together and makes them realize they’re not alone. I think you’ll be an amazing singer.”
You began to tear up but do your best to hold it back, “Thank you father.”
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“I want to be a singer.”
Immediately, everyone stopped talking and looked at you. You did your best to not shrink under the sudden attention. Usually, you never spoke at the dinner table, content to just listen.
“That sounds like a great idea Birdy!” Dick said.
“Lil sis’ gonna be the talk of the town.” Jason smirked at you.
“That’s great! I can’t wait to hear it! Tim exclaimed.
Damian’s reaction is the one you feared the most. He’d always disliked you leaving behind the life of fighting for a mundane one.
“I think that is a respectable profession.”
At your brothers’ approval, you broke out into a wide grin. Bruce was smiling openly at you all and wondered how he got so lucky to have such an amazing, supportive family.
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You were backstage, makeup done, earpiece linked, and microphone ready to go. You were really nervous. This was going to be your first-ever live performance since you released your first album. It was such a hit, it became the number 1 album on the charts a few hours after release, with over 30 million streams. You were stuck in your thoughts when you felt a hand on your shoulder. You turned to look at the person, it was your father.
"Don't be nervous, you're going to do great. I'm so proud of you. You're so talented and amazing. They're going to love you out there."
"Thanks dad." You smiled. His words warmed your heart. No one ever told you they were proud of you before. Despite what he said, you still felt a little nervous.
After waiting a bit more, it was time for you to get on stage. You heard cheering in the crowd as you emerged from the darkness. Now in the spotlight, your nerves came back tenfold. The bright lights blinded you, but you could still see the silhouettes of everyone who came to see you tonight. There were way more people here than you expected. You stepped up to the mic and adjusted it.
"Hello," The crowd's cheering picked up. You smiled and waited for it to quiet down before continuing. "thank you all for coming. I appreciate every single one of you. You made it possible for me to be standing here right now and I am so grateful. Enjoy the show!" The crowd's cheering picked up yet again as your first song came on.
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You were so tired but so, so happy. The concert was a major success and nothing went wrong. You had so much fun getting to know your audience and calling people up on stage. You got backstage and your whole family was there.
"You did amazing!!"
"You're my new favorite singer."
"She's been my favorite singer, keep up."
"Your voice is unmatched, my dear girl."
"I knew you could do it."
"You were adequate, don't let the praise get to your head."
Your face hurt from grinning, and you could help but feel elated. Your family's support meant the world to you, and you were so grateful for it.
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Little Daredevil (Batfam X Blind!Batsis!Reader) *PLATONIC
Characters: Batfam X Blind!Batsis!Reader
Universe: DC, Batman
Warnings: Death of parents, mention of injury resulting in blindness (vague) Mention of fighting and blood.
Request: Hi could you write a fic where the reader is pretty much like a younger Matt Murdock and is also a vigilante (Daredevil pretty much) but gets adopted by Bruce Wayne (was a vigilante before getting adopted) and she hides it from the bat family and they are trying to find out who the new vigilante is and then something happens where she has to fight without the mask and they’re surprised that she can fight so well because she’s blind and then she like proves herself by fighting one of the batboys and winning and then they let her join them on patrol and stuff with like fluff at the end? Sorry if this is really long and specific.
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When you’re born and raised in Gotham, no matter your position in this world, there are rules that are silently implanted into you at an early age, purely to stay alive. Find a group, family or not, that you can trust and rely on. Be cautious of people you don’t know, especially those in power, or more power than you. Keep your cards close to your chest, and last but definitely not least, don’t let your weaknesses be easy knowledge. A lot of people found it easy to follow these laws, though a lot of people also adapted in a selfish, cruel way, making the life of everyone else in Gotham even harder, making a vicious cycle. You weren’t like that. You weren’t able to be like that, even if you wanted to be, and it was all because of your blindness.
You hadn’t been born blind, your loss of sight was the result of an accident when you were younger, the accident also rendering you an orphan, placing you in one of the many orphanages in Gotham. Despite this, you deemed yourself lucky- you weren’t dead, and you’d gotten placed in one of the few actually genuinely good homes, that had avoided corruption, though it rendered it low on funds and low on staff, and due to that, you didn’t receive much care or support in your process of understanding and adjusting to your disability. So you had to adapt by yourself. Teach yourself. And you did. 
You had honestly surprised yourself by how well you had done. It took months of training your mind and other senses, developing an acute awareness of your surroundings that at times felt stronger than when you were able to see, though for a while you just presumed it was because you had developed a comfort and confidence in your capabilities, until one day when you were walking home from school, and heard someone far away whispering, describing someone. “Yeah that’s the one, the one with tan skin and dark hair and green eyes.” The voice muttered. You paused in your steps, wondering why you could hear them talking. They were coming from your left, but that was where the street was, and you could hear cars passing, and you could tell the cars were closer than the person. You didn’t know who they were talking about, that was, until they spoke again, this time being another person. 
“Yeah, that’s Wayne’s kid. Imagine the ransom we’d get for the little brat.” The whispered, and then you heard a new sound close to them. It sounded metallic, and in a way, it sounded… sharp. A knife. Your heart started pounding as you focussed on your senses as close as you could. You knew who they were talking about- Damian Wayne, a boy in your school that was the son of the billionaire. Where was he? Was he near you? As you were thinking this, you heard footsteps behind you, coming close, and brushing shoulders with you in the crowded streets. 
“S’rry.” They muttered, but you knew his voice- it was him. Damian. Their target. You automatically reacted by grabbing his arm, and he stopped, seeming to flinch at your grip. 
“Sorry. Um…” You tried to think quickly. “I’ve lost my bearings. Is there any chance you know which way to St.Elizabeth’s or where abouts I am?” You asked, though your speech was rushed and quick, clearly panicked. Damian remained quiet for a moment, before taking your wrist, and moving it to his upper arm for you to hold, and silently started walking with you. You lifted your stick, holding it close to your chest. As the crowd around you seemed to thin as you didn’t feel as compact, you leant over a little. “Um… I don’t mean to panic you, but I heard some men talking about you… don’t cross the road, okay?” You warned quietly. You felt his body shift, like he was turning his head, but he kept walking, before he stopped. You felt the dip in the path, telling you that you were on the corner of the street, waiting for a time to cross. Damian grabbed your hand again, this time moving it so you were just holding his hand, and you could feel his slowly raising pulse, and you had an idea of what he was planning to do, and then it happened. He tugged you along, and you both took off in a dash. You weren’t sure how you were able to keep up with him, especially without running into anything, anyone, or even tripping, but you did, until the boy came to a halt, and you heard a buzz, before the sound of a mechanical gate opening in front of you, before he starting tugging you along again, this time being slightly uphill. 
“Steps!” Damian warned, and you felt you start to slow in anticipation, and you took a large stride, feeling the step against the front of your shoe, and you took a little jump of faith to make it up them, and you got lucky, before you heard a door open, Damian pulling you inside before slamming the door shut behind him. 
“Damian? What’s going on? Who’s your friend?” A deep mature voice asked behind you, and a voice you knew from several news interviews. It was Bruce Wayne. You were in their manor. You never thought you’d step foot in such a fancy pants place, especially entirely on accident and just trying to do the right thing, but little did you know that now that you were in, it was going to be nearly impossible for you to leave. Why? Because the family took such a shine to you that Bruce adopted you, making this fancy pants manor, your home. 
The move did cause a slow down in you exploring your capabilities and these heightened senses you’d become aware of since you now had to learn the layout of this giant house. Even over a year later, you still got lost sometimes or bumped into something, or had one of your family grab you and divert you just in time before you bumped into something, or them. However, recently, these incidents had declined in regularity, and now you were pretty good at moving around the house, or even Gotham, unless you were distracted. You were so good that now you only carried your cane as an accessory and to not raise suspicion, though you didn’t use it at home, and you had forgotten it sometimes when going out. You were so good at using your other senses that seemed more advanced than they should be, that your hardest task now was actually acting blind… and hiding your new hobby. 
It had started not long after you had moved into your new home. You needed some time alone, and took a different, longer route home, mostly you test your abilities, and during it, you distantly heard something. A scuffle. You hadn’t hesitated to help Damian, so why would you hesitate this time? Except this time, you’d walked into an alleyway quietly, in front of you hearing two men- you could tell the voices were not coming from the same person, and focussing harder, your senses told you they were low to the ground, and one was above the other, and then the metallic smell of blood hit your nose. “Please stop- I don’t have any-” One of the men begged, before there was a sound of a thud against skin. You crept closer, gripping your cane, raising it slowly, finding depth in where the noises were coming from, before slamming the cane down, and you hit something, or someone, and the scuffling stopped. There was movement again, but the sound of a body being moved and someone getting up was heard. You were scared, before you heard a sigh of relief. “Um… thanks.” The man you heard begging, answered, telling you that you got the right person.
“No problem… let’s get out of here before he wakes up.” You said as calmly as you could, turning and making your way out the alley with the stranger, before parting ways silently, and you walked home. You couldn’t stop thinking about what you did, an incredible sense of pride in you. You saved that man. You saved someone! All by yourself! You didn’t run, you didn’t ignore it, you did something! You had more of a spine than most of the people in Gotham, and that meant more than something! That started your new ideas. There was Batman, and his Robins… maybe you could do something similar? 
You’d really developed since then. Your… little outfit was nothing more than layered black clothing with a bit of padding in the odd place, some gloves you’d modified to protect your fists but do damage to whoever you punched, though you preferred the use of one of your old canes- well it wasn’t an actual cane, it was when you were at the orphanage and they didn’t have the money to get you a proper one, so instead they took the wooden handle of a broom, removed the end and put a tennis ball on it instead. You removed the tennis ball, wrapped it in duct tape so it wouldn’t splinter, and used it to keep some distance between you and your enemies, and you’d actually gotten very good at fending off attackers with it. Lastly, to ensure that you wouldn’t be identified as the Billionaire’s blind daughter, you took one of Bruce’s many scarves and made it into a makeshift mask that covered the top half of your face, totally covering your eyes. You always tucked the stray end of the scarf into the back behind the knot you made- you learnt to do that the hard way. You’d been working extremely hard. Being on high alert when you started these nightly… patrols, seemed to boosten your senses. Sometimes it was overwhelming, hearing everything in the city at once, but you quickly learnt how to focus on the area around you, or certain sounds nearby. You learnt the sound of a gun being loaded or it’s safety being taken off, the sound of people running, and how to identify key people purely from other factors, like their voice, the sound of their footsteps and how they walked, and if you got close enough, how they smelled. And you learnt depth perception with your new sense. You were extremely accurate with your hits and dodges, rarely missing, the result usually being because they ducked themself. And you were doing it all solo. Your family had no idea about what you were doing, usually being too busy or too naive to notice. It was probably for the best- you had grown close with them for individual reasons. Tim helped you study, Jason was usually the one pulling you out of the way from a danger you couldn’t see, and Dick would step in and keep the press busy since they were sort of obsessed with you since you’d been adopted since you were ‘different’ from your other siblings, and Damian would also sometimes say something to them so he made the headlines, not you. Bruce was never thrilled about it, but he was silently happy that the entire family were protective of you and wanted to keep you safe and do their part. You were sure if they knew what you were doing, they’d collectively lose their minds. 
Another night fell onto the manor, and after a few hours of sleep, your alarm woke you up. You always excused yourself for early nights, telling your family it was sometimes hard for you to fall asleep so you gave yourself a few extra hours to settle. You got up quietly, going under your bed for your little outfit, putting it on piece by piece, before putting the scarf over your face, tightening it and securing it, before sneaking out your window. You’d found that your room was right bellow the conservatory that had a metal framework, and you had it down to a T for knowing where to step to avoid the glass, and so after scaling down, you made off into the night. 
It was strange being out in the middle of the night in Gotham, alone. While you were always on high alert, your heart always pounding, always expecting a missed step or to run into the wrong people… your mind had a full map of the city. You knew your way around it near perfectly, you knew all the shortcuts, where to avoid, where you were safe, and where to hide when you needed to catch your breath. You also knew the best places to hang out and to listen for trouble. One was on top of an apartment complex, and so you went there. You stood with your hands on the wall of the building, head tilted down as you waited for sirens, the sound of gunshots or screams… you focussed in more, listening for conversations between thugs for future plans, police radios… sometimes you heard maniacal laughter that you knew belonged to the Joker. You always stayed away. But tonight, you didn’t hear any of that. What you heard was the movement of the gravel behind you. 
You turned quickly, your self taught training going into full swing. You heard their foot slide against the ground roughly, evening their balance. It sounded heavy- probably a man, a strong man, and the positioning told you he was preparing for a fight, and when you heard a whoosh coming your way, you ducked, and you sensed the feeling of air going over your head. You grabbed above you, grabbing his arm, and you kicked into his leg while pulling him towards you, knocking him over onto the ground. He grunted as he hit the ground, confirming your suspicions.  You took a step back, preparing your wooden cane in case he decided to get back up. “Stay down.” You ordered. “You follow me here?” The most logical question would be to ask who they were- but that question showed weakness- that you didn’t know what you were up against, and so you had to bide your time, and use pointers to find his identity. It was what you usually had to do. You heard him slowly get up, and you stepped back again to give yourself more space. He wasn’t bleeding, you knew that, since you didn’t smell blood. 
“I’ve been trying to track you down for a while. You’ve gotten yourself quite the reputation.” The man answered you, and you immediately knew who it was. Batman. You’d heard his voice sometimes- usually from reporters in the short moments he’d been seen, or when giving instructions to get people to safety. You immediately felt a bit better, and slowly lowered your cane, holding it at your side. 
“Thanks. Hope it’s the good kind of reputation.” You commented. He didn’t respond this time. You heard the gravel move again, and you held your hand out, and he stopped. The sound told you that if you reached out you could poke him in the chest. “Just because I’ve stood down doesn’t mean I won’t kick your ass if you don’t give me space.” You warned. You heard him sigh. 
“Take the scarf off.” He instructed. 
“No.” You answered bluntly. 
“Would it make you feel better if I took mine off?” 
“I’m blind, you taking yours off doesn’t mean jack.” You pointed out, going to take another step back, before he grabbed your arm, pulling you towards him, and trying to lock you in his arms. You stomped down on his foot, and elbowed him in the ribs, and despite his grunts in pain, he didn’t let go, and you managed to get ahold of your makeshift mask and pull it off your face. You turned to him and tried to grab it back, but he held it up, and examined it. “Give it back!”
“This is mine.” He commented. 
“No it’s not!” You tried grabbing it again, this time able to grab it, and you tried to feel of where the knot was so you could put it back on properly, before he stopped you, now more gently grabbing your hands. You didn’t look up at him, hoping he hadn’t seen your face yet. 
“Y/N… How long have you been doing this?” He asked, but this time his voice sounded… different. A little lighter, not as gravelly, more natural… and a voice you recognised far more easily. Your adoptive father’s voice, bruise. You looked up at him. “How… Y/N, it’s not safe for you to be out here.” 
“I’m doing fine. I’m able to put up a fight against you, and I’ve managed to take a few guys down.” You excused defensively. 
“How? How are you able to do this?” He questioned. It honestly sounded rude, but you knew him, and you knew he meant it out of genuine curiosity and worry, and you knew there was no way you were making it out of this without giving him answers. 
“When I went blind… I had to train myself to use my other senses. No one else helped me. I picked up that my senses were a bit more heightened then they should be. It’s how I was able to hear those men planning to hurt Damian, when we first met. I’ve been working on them, pushing myself, seeing what I’m really capable of. I have the entire city on a map in my head, I can tell exactly where people are, giving me depth and and I can hear when people are reeling up to hit me thanks to my hearing. I can smell when people are hurt, I’m like a sniffer dog. I’m still working on how to use touch- but I’ve been doing this for a while now and I’m doing really well! I have this weird… gift with my senses, and I want to use it for good!” You explained to him.
“Still… you can’t do this alone. You can predict a gun, but you can’t predict a gun that already has it’s safety off.” He pointed out. 
“Then be my eyes! I won’t get in your way! I promise!” You begged. He huffed. “And you can’t be exactly mad about me keeping this as a secret- you’re batman! Wait, are the others- are the others Robin?” You asked. 
“Yes, yes they are…” He confirmed. “I should have known better than to expect a member of this family to have a normal hobby… alright, how good are your senses then?” Bruce asked. You put your scarf back on your head. “I’ll get you proper gear- knee and elbow pads aren’t going to do anything for-”
“Shh!” You shushed him, trying to focus on your surroundings… It was a weekend, so people were out partying, so you had to listen past that… focus in directions you knew danger usually came from… and then you heard it. “Joker’s right from here… he’s near the coast, he’s near water.” You pointed in the direction. 
“You can hear that far?” 
“Harley isn’t with him… he’s alone I think. Maybe a few goons, but they’re quieter than him.. I can hear his laughter quite easily, so I tend to stay away from his direction.” You told your adoptive dad. “I don’t expect you to bring me along for this, but can I at least start doing nights out with you and the others?” You asked. 
“Only after I get you the proper equipment and protection, then you can do patrols in pairs.” He confirmed, and you couldn’t help but do a little excited fist pump. “Just be aware that means I have to tell your brothers about this as well.” He pointed out, before you heard his cloak pick up wind, and then disappear, leaving you on the building, and you processed what he said. Oh they’re gonna lose their minds.
Hope you like it! If you have any questions, please send them in! 
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book-place · 2 years
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Now That You’re Home
Warnings: cursing, mention of kidnapping, violence, mentions of running away, injuries, let me know if I missed any :)
First part here —> Welcome Home
Pairings: Batfamily x batsis!reader
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Summary: After finally getting home, things can’t be expected to go back to normal right away. You were gone for far too long
A/N: I know a lot of you have been waiting for this and I’m sorry it took so long, I kept losing the will to write it, hence why it’s not as good as the first chapter
Please don’t plagiarize my work, you may reblog if you like but I’m asking that you don’t steal my hard work
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You yawned, slowly sitting up, wincing and gingerly holding your stomach, scanning the room.
In bed next to you was a peacefully sleeping Cass and Damain.
On the floor was Jason, sprawled out on his back, with Dicks foot resting on his face.
Dick himself, was sleeping half on, half off the couch, looking like if he moved even a muscle he would come crashing down onto the floor.
Steph was hanging upside down off your bed, somehow sleeping.
Tim and Barbara were nowhere to be seen, making you assume that they already got up and began their days.
It was hard to believe that it had only been last night that your family had come and saved you from that warehouse, it felt like it had been years since you were tied to that chair with a piece of tape over your mouth.
Pretty much right as you got into the batcave, Bruce made you get checked up by Alfred, and he gave you some pain medication for your head and ribs.
Then right after, Dick dragged you and your siblings up to your room, which surprisingly hadn’t changed in the slightest, and made you all have a sibling movie night.
After an hour of arguing about what you were going to watch, you finally put on your favorite movie as they continued arguing, which soon stopped them and they just began watching.
The rest of the evening was full of yelling, laughing, and junk food.
The perfect Wayne sibling night.
Apparently you had all fallen asleep, hence the uncomfortable positions most of your siblings were in right now.
The painkillers must have worn off by then, so you carefully put your feet over your bed and crept out of your room, not before taking Dicks discarded phone, snapping a photo, and sending it to your new number of the phone that Bruce gave you last night. Considering your phone was broken in the kidnapping.
You had no idea how he had one just laying around though.
You didn’t feel like walking down all of those stairs, so you hopped into the elevator that Bruce had installed for Babs and rode it down.
You got out of the elevator and walked to the living room, where you knew Alfred would be at this time, having a nice cup of tea before the rest of the children woke up and disturbed the peace.
A small smile made its way onto your face as you stepped into the living room to the sight of Alfred and Bruce drinking tea and coffee, just chatting.
“Morning.” You croaked.
Bruce’s head snapped over to you and he quickly stumbled up and over to you, taking you gently by the arm and leading you over to the couch.
Alfred looked at you with a smile, “Good morning, Miss. Y/n, how are you doing this morning?”
Last night was nice not only because you were finally able to hang out with your siblings, but also because nobody had asked or pushed you to talk about leaving.
You returned his smile and gently said, “I’m doing okay. Thank you Alfred.”
Bruce cleared his throat, “Y/n, I think we need to talk-“
“No, we most certainly do not.” Alfred cut him off sharply, giving him a warning look before turning back to you with a smile, “Care for some tea?”
“I would love some.” You said, voice full of gratitude for multiple reasons. You really didn’t know how you got on without this man.
The three of you fell back into a silence, one that seemed comfortable for Alfred, but very uncomfortable for you and your father.
The silence was thankfully broken quickly though by the sound of feet hurtling down the stairs, “Alfred! B!” The panicked sound of your eldest brother sounded through the room before any of you could even see him, “She’s gone! Y/n’s gone! I don’t know where-“ He cut himself off as soon as he sprinted into the room, skidding to a stop.
He sighed a big breath of relief, visibly relaxing.
Alfred looked at him in amusement, “She is still here, Master Dick.”
“Good.” Dick said awkwardly, rocking back and forth on his heels.
You looked up at him with a look that was a mix of guilt, concern, and sadness, he had thought that you left again.
He briefly glanced at you before quickly looking away, clearing his throat, “I’m- um- I’m gonna go get some coffee.”
With that he scurried off into the next room, stealing one more glance back at all of you.
“He thought I left.” You hadn’t meant to say it out loud, the sadness in your voice caught you off guard.
Bruce hummed, “Which is exactly why I think we need to talk-“
“Bruce!” Alfred burst out, standing abruptly, “May I have a word with you?” His tone was anything but questioning, it was demanding. He turned back to you and in a softer voice said, “I think Mistress Barbra and Master Tim are down in the Batcave if you would like to go see them.”
You nodded, quickly standing up and exiting the room, leaving your father to face Alfred’s wrath.
Sure enough, once you entered the Batcave, you were met with the sight of your older sister and younger brother typing away furiously at the keyboards of the computers.
“Morning.” You called out after a moment of them not noticing you.
Their heads snapped up at the sound of your voice and wide grins broke out onto both of their faces.
“Morning, honey.” Babs called out, beckoning you over with a hand, “How did you sleep?”
“Better than most of the others.” You responded with a small chuckle.
You watched as they both laughed a little before Tim took a large sip from his coffee mug.
“Still an addict for coffee, Timmy?” You asked with a raised eyebrow.
He looked over at you sheepishly, “You know me.”
You rolled your eyes a little, trying, and failing, to hide your amusement.
“What are you two doing up so early?” You asked, changing the topic which made Tim ‘secretly’ sigh in relief.
Babs shrugged, “Work to be done. What about you?”
“I usually get up at this time.” You copied her shrug.
Tim looked at you with a small laugh, “You used to not get up until noon.”
You cleared your throat, “Yeah, well I’m also not up until the early hours of the night every day now.”
Tim’s laugh quickly faded along with his smile and a sad look came over his face. He quickly looked down and Barbra looked away awkwardly.
A heavy silence fell over the three of you, seeming to crush down on top of you, almost making it hard for you to breathe.
“Well,” You said, “I’ll let you get back to work, sorry for interrupting.”
They didn't respond, and you didn’t wait for them to, as you quickly rushed away from the cave to try and rid yourself of the guilt you felt for what you had just said.
Why had you brought it up?
You mentally groaned and you felt like running your head through the closest wall as hard as you could.
As if on autopilot, you navigated your way through the manor. And though it had been years, you still knew exactly where everything was, almost nothing had changed.
There were still family pictures hanging on the walls alongside some expensive artwork that you could assume had been duct taped thirty times over in the back from your siblings probably destroying it.
A lot of the pictures were ones with you in it, but there were also some clearly updated and new ones.
You made your way through the maze of hallways to the place you had always gone whenever you were upset or needed some space to clear your head. The library.
Bruce had bought every single book in there for you and Jason because the two of you were the bookworms of the family.
As soon as you walked through the doors you sucked in a sharp breath, it was exactly as you remembered, besides at least six new bookshelves filled to the brim with books, down to the exact placing of the chairs and couches.
You wandered down the shelves of stories without really paying attention to anything, let alone where you were going.
You were walking down the fifth row when you suddenly ran into a hard wall and fell backwards.
A hand quickly flew out and caught you right before you could hit the ground though.
Your eyes quickly snapped open to see Jason standing above you with an amused smirk, “Watch where you’re going, Sunshine.”
Sunshine was a nickname he had given you when you were first dropped off at the manor. You had always been in a good mood back then, bubbly and full of giggles.
It seemed to annoy Jason to no end back then, and he had begun calling you Sunshine as an insult, but it ended up sticking.
A slow smile made its way onto your face as you fully stood up, “Now that’s a name I haven’t heard in a while.”
The black haired man scoffed, “Obviously, because I'm the only one that can call you that.”
“So true.” You said back, falling into a comfortable silence as the two of you began to wander down the aisles together.
The two of you fell back into the pattern that had been your weekly routine before you left.
You would go back and forth making new book recommendations and you would both do your best to give summaries about them without spoiling.
The peacefulness of normalcy was interrupted by Jason’s phone making a loud ‘ding’.
He grumbled under his breath and fumbled to get his phone out of his pocket. He glanced down at it for a second before announcing, “Dickie Bird says breakfast is ready.”
Your eyes widened slightly in horror, and Jason must have noticed because he quickly reassured you, “Don't worry, Alfred doesn’t let him actually cook. Just let’s Dick think that he helps.”
You breathed a small sigh in relief, “Good, I wasn’t really in the mood to have shit sprinkled with a pinch of poisoning.”
He laughed as the two of you made your way back through the hall mazes and to the dining room.
When you got there, everybody was now awake and all seated in the same seats that they sat in when you had left.
Your eyes swept across the table before they landed on the chair that was in the middle of your father and Damian, the chair that you had always sat in. And it was empty.
The thought made you sad, realizing that they had left that seat empty for you all those years, waiting for you to come home and fill it again.
You quietly made your way to the seat, hesitating only slightly before sitting down, but you were sure that your family noticed.
Across from you sat Alfred, and next to him was Tim, then Cass, Steph, and Jason.
And then next to Damian was Barbra and then Dick.
You all began to eat the pancakes in front of you in silence. And while you sensed your family sending numerous glances your way, you kept your eyes trained on your plate.
Once you were halfway through, you finally looked up and mumbled, “This is very good, Alfred. Thank you.”
You had almost forgotten how much you loved his pancakes. Almost.
“You are quite welcome, Miss. Y/n.” He said, clearly delighted that you spoke up.
Then you all fell back into the uncomfortable silence.
Bruce was the next one to break it.
“Where have you been?” His question was genuine, and there was such sadness in his eyes that you had to look away.
Your siblings all snapped their heads towards you, eagerly awaiting your answer.
Alfred on the other hand, was glaring at your father, “Master Bruce, the breakfast table is no place to discuss such things.”
Once again, you were grateful for Alfred.
“I just wanted to-“
“Enough.” Pennyworth said, face calm, but eyes raging with a fire that you hadn’t seen since you and Jason broke the most expensive piece of art in the manor by having a pillow fight.
Bruce’s mouth snapped shut and he quickly averted his eyes back to his own plate, your siblings quickly following suit.
You cleared your throat, pushing your still half full plate away, “Thank you again, Alfred.”
With that you hastily stood up and exited the room as fast as you could, avoiding eye contact with everybody.
After a moment of silence, Damain rolled his eyes and scoffed, clearly directing it towards his father, and stood up, harshly pushing his chair away from the table and stomped in the direction you had just exited.
It didn’t take him long to find you out in the backyard, sitting on a bench in the garden, knees pulled up to your chest with your head resting against them.
This was where you went whenever you and your father got into a fight.
“Sister.” Damain called out from a few feet away from you, trying not to creep up and end up scaring you.
You turned around quickly with wide eyes before relaxing when your eyes landed on your youngest brother, “Hi, Dami.” You greeted quietly, scooching over to give him room on the bench as well.
He walked over and sat down, letting silence wash over the two of you, this was something that the two of you used to do whenever something like this would happen.
You and your father would fight, then you would end up storming out into the garden and Damian would quickly follow after you.
Then you would end up sitting together for as long as it took for you to calm down. Either by talking it through or just sitting in silence, taking in the comfort that your brother gave when you had him close.
After about ten minutes of a comfortable silence, you let out a deep breath, keeping your eyes straight ahead, staring at nothing, “Thank you, Dami.”
He nodded, looking over and studying you, deciding what he should do next.
Without warning, he quickly stood up, “Come, sister.” He said in less of a commanding way and almost as a question, as if he was afraid you would say no but was trying to hide it, “I want to show you something.”
Letting your curiosity get the better of you, you stood up and followed behind your brother as he led the way through the rows upon rows of plants until he came to a stop in front of a large bush and dropped to his hands and knees.
You looked down at him in confusion and he quickly explained while trying to look under the leaves, “He normally like to hide here.”
Though you were still confused, you nodded slightly.
“Ah,” He said suddenly, “There he is.”
He stuck his arm into the bush and for a moment you were terrified that he was going to scream as it got eaten off by a wild animal, instead it slowly started coming out of the bushes, with a cat in his hand.
“Alfred.” You said in surprise, instantly recognizing the now much older cat.
Damain nodded, holding out the cat named after the butler for you to hold and pet.
“You still have him.” You said softly, gazing at the beautiful creature.
“I also have more pets.” Your younger brother said proudly, before diving into an hour long conversation and meet and greet of the rest of his pets.
The two of you were in the barn, introducing and being introduced to Batcow, when Steph came bounding through the doors with a wide smile on her face.
“Sorry, Dames.” She said, not very apologetic at all, gently taking your arm and beginning to drag you out the door, “I need to borrow our sister.”
You looked at your little brother helplessly as the blonde girl dragged you out of the barn and Damain stood with his face beginning to grow red and a glare pointed at your sister.
Before he could threaten to take his katana out though, Stephine quickly ran and exited, taking you with her as you had to run to keep up with her long strides.
When she finally came to a stop once you got inside the manor, you were gasping for air and bent over with your hands on your knees, “W-what’s up, S-steph?” You asked breathlessly.
Your sister, who wasn’t even out of breath, shrugged, “Eh, I thought I deserved some time with my sister, seeing as my little brother was hogging her all to himself.” She answered with her iconic grin.
This caused you to smile a little, “Well fair enough.”
You looked around, trying to see what room she had brought you to, and with a little shock, you realized that you were in the game room.
Looking back at her, you were about to say something until you noticed her looking at you with a now evil grin, “I Stephanie Brown, challenge you, Y/n Wayne to a game of air hockey.”
You quickly copied her look, “Oh it’s so on.”
The next hour was spent with yelling, laughing, betting, and cursing. Just like old times.
The two of you didn’t stop until you heard someone softly clear their throat from the side of the table.
You and Steph each jumped a foot in the air, letting out a little scream each, and Steph threw the puck that she was holding at the person.
Cass dodged the piece with ease and an amused smile on her face.
You sighed in relief when you realized that it was just her, “You scared me, Cass.”
She giggled quietly, and Steph rolled her eyes playfully, “That’s cause you're a scaredy cat.” She teased, and this time it was you rolling your eyes.
“If I remember correctly, it was you doing the screaming as well.”
She opened her mouth to rebuttal, only for Cass to beat her to it, “Actually, Bruce sent me to get Y/n. He wants to talk with her.”
This caused you and your sister to fall silent and for her to send you an apologetic look.
You looked down and took a deep breath before looking up at Cassandra with a clearly forced smile, “Well then, lead the way, Cassie.”
She nodded, beginning to lead you to wherever Bruce had told her to go.
On the way she started a conversation to get you caught up on some basic things that changed around the manor, like a change in breakfast cereal, or everyone’s new favorite movie.
Even though they weren’t big things, it still made you sad to hear about everything you had missed out on while being away.
You had been so caught up in your thoughts, that you hadn’t even noticed Cass had come to a stop until she put a hand on your shoulder to stop you from continuing down the hall.
With a small, reassuring smile, she quickly turned on her heel and left you to deal with your father alone.
After taking a deep breath, and seriously debating just not going in at all, you mustered up the courage to knock gently on the door.
You were met with the muffled sound of your fathers voice calling back a, ‘come in’.
With another deep breath, you pushed open the door and stepped right into your fathers office, only to find it exactly as how you had left it.
Bruce sat behind his desk and you could see him studying you carefully, before he gestured to the seat across from him, indicating that he wanted you to sit down.
You strode across the room, keeping a brave and confident exterior on, while on the inside you were squirming with nerves.
Sitting down graciously, you didn’t take your gaze away from your father and neither did he to you.
You two just sat there in silence, both of you still trying to wrap your heads around if the other was actually before you or if this was some dream that you would wake up from any moment.
“It’s been put off all day.” Bruce started, leaning back in his chair, “But I-“ He cut himself off and cleared his throat, darting his eyes away quickly, “I need to know.” His voice came out quiet and suddenly you were feeling guilty all over again.
It was weird for you, even after all these years to see your father like this. So vulnerable, so… small.
“Dad,” You began and then opened your mouth again, but no words came out.
You didn’t know what to say.
That you were sorry? That you couldn’t live his lifestyle anymore? That being Batgirl was one of the worst times of your life?
“A day never passed that I didn’t think about you guys… I missed you all so much.” You admitted, tears filling your eyes as you looked down and fiddled with your fingers.
Bruce stayed silent for another moment, “We looked for you. Everywhere.”
You nodded your head, “I figured. That’s why I changed my name.”
A pained look crossed Bruce’s face, “You changed Y/n?”
You shook your head, swallowing hard, “I changed Wayne.”
“Oh,” was all that came out.
You finally looked up, realizing that he deserved to know, and you were just being selfish not telling him, “I was in Bludhaven.”
His head snapped up and his eyes met yours, “You were?”
You nodded slightly, “And I- I left because…” You took a deep breath before letting the words tumble out of your mouth before you could convince yourself to change your mind, “I couldn’t do it. The whole vigilante thing. The violence. Staying out late every night. Never knowing if I was ever going to see my family again. I couldn’t handle it. Any of it. I wasn’t strong enough.”
It was like the weight of the world had been lifted off your shoulders when you said that.
Bruce stayed silent for one moment. Two. Three. Four.
“Why didn’t you tell us?” His voice came out so broken that you almost started crying right then and there in that chair, “Why didn’t you tell me?”
“I didn’t want to disappoint you.” Your voice was thick with emotion.
His next words surprised you, “You could never disappoint me.”
Next thing you knew, you were around the desk and had launched yourself into your fathers arms, taking him and you by surprise, but he quickly wrapped his arms around you in return, holding you in a hug that said a million things.
And you stayed like that for a while, holding each other in silence and comfort.
Then the door was slammed open, surprising the two of you so much that you each jumped a foot in the air.
Out of instinct, Bruce immediately pushed you behind him and put his hands up, ready to fight off whoever dared step foot in his office.
But instead of some random goon or attacker, all of your siblings filed into the room, Jason in the front, who you had assumed was the one who did the kicking in of the door.
Steph let out a battle cry as she emerged from the hallway and entered the room, shoving Tim out of the way, who fell with a heavy thud.
Damian followed quickly after, katana raised and ready for action.
Bruce dropped his arms to his side and scowled and you stepped out from behind him, “What are you kids doing?” He asked in a tired voice.
Before any of them could answer though, Alfred stepped into the room, not even glancing down as he stepped over Tim’s groaning form, “They all insisted that since it had been so quiet that one of you had ended up killing the other.”
You watched as your siblings came to a halt upon seeing both of you alive and well, and all shuffled awkwardly and Barbra slapped Dick’s arm and muttered something about an idiotic idea.
Dick then proceeded to gasp dramatically and shove Jason slightly, saying something about it being his plan all along, and he just rolled his eyes before motioning to Damian and muttering about the demon child being the one with a weapon.
The room then erupted in chaos as your siblings yelled at each other and Bruce and Alfred tried to calm them down.
And despite everything, you couldn’t help but allow a small smile to grow on your face.
You were finally home, and this time you weren’t going anywhere.
Eventually, your siblings calmed down after all agreeing to blame Steph (because she was the one to bring up the silence coming from the room in the first place), who was very much against that accusation, and made their way down to the living room where you all sat around as Bruce told you all to wait before he exited the room.
After a moment of silence, you cleared your throat and spoke up, “Guys, I’m sorry for every-“
“We know.” Cass cut you off with that small, kind smile that she’s so famous for.
“I just-“ You tried again.
“We know.” Babs repeated her sister.
Your eyebrows furrowed, “What do you-“
“We may or may not have been eavesdropping on yours and Bruce’s conversation.” Tim rubbed the back of his neck and avoided your gaze.
Your mouth dropped open, but you quickly smiled, “I suppose I can’t expect anything less from you guys.”
“Pennyworth was listening as well.” Damain blurted out, pointing a finger at the butler.
Alfred turned his nose up, “I am quite certain I have no idea what you are speaking of, Master Damian.”
Before the youngest could open his mouth to rebuttal, Bruce walked back into a room with something hidden behind his back.
Everyone fell silent and looked at him expectantly, so he smiled and revealed to all of you the monopoly box he was holding, and grins broke out on every single one of your faces.
The monopoly box he was holding was something that you had helped make with all of them before you had ran away, it was a DIY that held enough pieces, money, and properties to buy for everyone in your family to play at once.
The next hour was spent laughing and yelling while trying to make each other go bankrupt and keep Jason and Dick from cheating.
Jason slammed his hands down on the table, “You piece of shit!” He screamed at Damain.
“Well at least I wasn’t beaten to death by a crowbar!” The younger one yelled back.
Then it went silent and everyone snapped their heads over to you, but you just stayed quiet.
The silence lasted for about five minutes before you slowly stood up.
“I’m sorry… YOU DIED?”
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Titan Slayer
Donna Troy x Batsibling!reader
warnings: blood, death mentions, guns, blades,
a/n:
prompt: anonymous: “Reader is Dick Grayson's younger sister and is dating Donna Troy, Deathstroke (Slade Wilson) kidnaps her instead of Jason and the team go looking for her. Only to find her beaten and bloody, Donna and Dick go after Slade.”
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“Hey, have you heard from y/n in the past few hours?” Donna asked as she stared at the last message you sent her, scrolling past the next few messages she sent that hadn’t even been read yet. It wasn’t like you to ignore her like this, she felt that something was off.
“Hmm…no, I haven’t.” Dick checked his phone for any texts or calls, shaking his head. “What’s the last thing they said to you?” Donna held her phone over to show him.
Gotta take care of something really quick, love you. He read your message and frowned.
“I know what that means.” Dick ran his hand down his face, pausing over his mouth while he started thinking, trying to get to the bottom of this. “What time was that?”
“About three hours ago.” Donna’s worry steadily increased every moment Dick silence lingered. “Dick? Does y/n still have their tracker from Bruce?”
“We took them out together when we first got back here.” He smacked his lips and Donna rolled her head back, both racking their brains for a solution. Dick walked off, heading towards the computer without warning, leaving your girlfriend to nervously go after him in hopes that he had a plan. Her’s would be to tear the city apart looking for you, but he was much more calculated here. He wouldn’t risk a moment with you in potential danger like this. “The best I can do is track their phone, maybe we’ll get some answers.” The clacking of the keyboard filled them both with dread, and the loading of the screen only made it worse.
LAST KNOWN LOCATION: 2 HOURS, 14 MINUTES AGO
“Shit!” Donna slammed her fists on the desk and tried to storm out, but Dick grabbed her by the wrist before she made any rash decisions. “Let me go, Dick. I have to find y/n.”
“I know, but you aren’t the only one who cares about them. Who loves them.” Dick slowly let her go once she reluctantly nodded at him, letting her cross her arms and look up at the monitor. “If this was y/n’s last known location, then their phone was either turned off, broken, or…”
“…Or they’re underground.” Donna set the map location on her phone and walked off. “If you’re gonna suit up, do it now. We have to go.” There was sternness is her voice and urgency in her movements, Dick knew that if he didn’t move right now she’d leave without him and do whatever it takes to find you. She’d march down the streets of San Diego and let nothing get in her way. “Are you coming?!”
“Yeah, let’s just go.” Dick got up and left as he was. He knew that she felt like she was reliving the worst days of her life again. Deathstroke was behind this and they both knew it deep down. You were smarter than this, maybe you had no intention of engaging but things went south. Maybe Slade caught you—oh, god, they hoped so badly that he hadn’t caught you. Or worse.
While they had been searching for you, your phone pinged once more. “They’re phone is back on.” Donna showed him. “They’re moving.”
“Call them. Maybe they’re okay.” Dick and her waited as the line rung, nervously awaiting your answer. Then it stopped.
“Hello? Y/N?” Donna asked, almost relieved that there was an answer.
“Hello, Wonder Girl. Looking for someone?” Slade’s gruff voice came through the speaker and their stomachs both dropped.
“Slade…” Dick froze in place, knowing his worst fears were just confirmed. “Where are they?”
“They’re alive. For now.” He answered, a dry chuckle to follow. “But you’d better get here soon, don’t you agree?”
“If you so much as lay a finger on them, I will break every bone in your body.” Donna’s threats were amusing to him.
“A bullet’s not a finger.” Slade told her and brought ever bad memory back in an instant. “And Boy Wonder? Every heard the saying, ‘an eye for an eye and blood for blood’?” Dick snatched the phone from Donna’s hands before she crushed it.
“I swear to God, if you hurt them—” He paused as soon as he heard you scream. “Slade! You son of a bitch!” Bystanders overheard his outburst and looked his way as they passed him by. “You’ve made a huge mistake. We’re coming for you.”
“Looking forward to it.” Slade taunted and hung up the phone call. All Dick could see was red, he could not bare to be the reason he lost his own sibling, the reason another person was lost in this war. Slade was the reason his life fell apart, and if he took any more from him…
Donna had already lost one love because of Slade. After Garth was shot down, she could never let go of the guilt. He was there because of her, she made so many rash decisions that led him to his end. Now you were in his clutches and he was determined to get back at the Titans, he’d go to any end to destroy this team, this family. He’d ruin all of you for satisfaction alone.
“Let’s go. They stopped moving again.” Donna pulled him away from the crowd of concerned civilians, pushing on to find you. Her heart was racing, her grip getting stronger.
“Ow! Donna, let go. We’ll find them.” He assured her emptily, taking out his own phone to track you. “It’s a few blocks away, we’ll make it.”
“You really believe that?” She snapped at him. “You’re acting awfully calm for someone whose sibling is walking the edge of a fucking knife right now. I can’t lose them! You can’t lose them! So start taking this seriously!”
“You think I’m not taking this seriously? I’m trying to keep a level head! I’m fucking terrified and you’re wasting my goddamn time arguing with me. We find y/n, that’s our first priority.” Dick held up the tracker and pointed to the stationary red dot. “This is all we have. All we know.” Donna rolled her eyes and continued on, stomping down the street, an earthquake in every step. Blocks away you were helplessly awaiting their rescue, muffled cries through your gag as Slade approached you.
“Crying? Really? I thought you Bats were supposed to be stronger than this.” He pulled the cloth from your mouth and you spat in his face.
“The tears aren’t for me and you know it.” You sniffled as the sweat, blood, and tears mixed on your cheeks. “You’re gonna be sorry.”
“I have nothing to be sorry for. If I felt sorry, I’d have gotten out of this line of work a long time ago.” Deathstroke unsheathed his sword and polished it off. “You and I are done here. For now. I wonder if you’ll bleed out before your friends get here.”
“My family.” You corrected him just before he shoved the gag back into your mouth.
“You don’t deserve family. Your ‘family’ took mine away.” Slade slapped you across the face and made his exit, leaving you for dead unless Dick and Donna could get there in time. And you were starting to fade in and out, dark spots in your vision, a horrible dizzy spell you fought back as hard as you did with your restraints. But breathing became it’s own battle and as it got shallower, your head fell forward and hung low once you lost consciousness.
Dick and Donna had searched high and low for you, finally finding you in the basement of an abandoned building. You were tied to a chair, beaten senseless and covered in blood. More importantly, you weren’t awake. Dick ran to you and checked your pulse. “Their pulse is weak.” He told her, who gently grabbed your face, pulled out the cloth stuffed in your mouth, and tapped your cheek.
“Y/N. Y/N, wake up.” She whispered gently, getting more impatient every second. Dick started on your binds while she continued. “Y/N! Wake up!” One good shake was all it took, taking you right back to Earth, where you felt an intense amount of pain. Everywhere. But especially your stomach.
“Fuck!” You cried, clutching to your abdomen and feeling the wet blood that soaked your black shirt. When you pulled your stained hand away, Donna’s eyes went wide.
“Dick?” Donna caught his attention to show him your wound, noticing you wouldn’t stay conscious or alive for much longer. It was hard enough to look at you when you were in so much pain, the bursted blood vessel in your eye, the cuts and bruises along your body, the blood dripping from your broken nose and trailing between your teeth. And now the injury that was life and death. Dick saw the blood on your hands and lifted the lower part of your shirt to fully reveal the stab wound, following it all the way to your back, where an exit wound was slowly leaking. “Take them to the Tower right now.”
“And what are you going to do?” Dick asked, watching her kiss your forehead and turn her back to the both of you.
“What do you think?” He had no way to protest, you were the most important thing to him right now. The number one priority. Dick lifted you gently from the chair and flat onto the floor.
“You’re gonna be okay, y/n.” He said to himself. “I’m right here.” While he got on his phone to call for backup, you reached for his hand and grasped it with all the energy you could muster up.
“I know.” You whispered as he made the call to Gar. His hand took yours a little tighter while he explained the situation and as you laid there awaiting a miracle, you faded out again. By the time your eyes fluttered open all you could see was fluorescent lighting and a couple silhouettes. “Where? Oh.” You started to put the pieces together. “So I’m alive.” You chuckled through the pain as Dick, Donna, Gar, and Rachel’s faces became clearer. They all looked so relieved to see you. “Hours or days?”
“Just hours. A couple of really long hours.” Dick leaned his chin on the side guard of your bed. “How you feeling?” He asked, peering up at Donna, who hadn’t said a word yet.
“Ow.” You muttered and reached your hand towards Donna, trying to get her to grab it. Her eyes were red, completely washed out from the hours before. You knew she’d been busy since you’d been out, you knew she was guilty, ashamed, scared, hurt. “Donna…hey.” You whispered and she slowly accepted your gesture.
“Maybe we should clear the room, guys.” Dick told Rachel and Gar, rubbing the top of your head as he said goodbye. “Feel better, y/n. I’m around if you need anything.” The three shuffled out of the infirmary and left you and Donna to it.
“What’d you do? You go after him?” You weakly asked and watched her look away. She took a seat beside you and shook her head.
“I tried. He disappeared on me.” Donna felt bad that she couldn’t get justice for you, but she was just relieved you were still with her. “I was worried you wouldn’t make it.”
“I’ve gone through worse.” You joked, trying not to laugh too hard in order to keep your stitches in place. “Remember—ow,” you sat up a bit, “remember when we were kids and Two-Face shot me twice? Now that sucked.”
“I sat with you the whole week you were on bedrest.” Donna chuckled and you felt you’d finally got her out of her rut. “I love you, you know.”
“Oh, I know. I love you, too.” You puckered your lips and got her attention. “Can’t move, come here, please.”
“You’re cute.” She leaned over and gave you a careful, tender kiss. “And I promise I’ll keep you safe from here on out…Just don’t go out on missions alone anymore. Please?”
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*The Batfamily: hiding to try to throw a surprise party for Y/N*
Jason: *from behind a chair* Stop moving, Dickie-Bird, you’re louder than a bulldozer!
Dick: *from behind the couch* Well, sorry that Steph won’t move out of my way!
Steph: *kicking him* This is my hiding spot! Find your own!
Damian: *rolling his eyes* You imbeciles are acting like children
Tim: Everyone shut up- I think Y/N’s walking into the house!
Jason: Oh, really? Because I couldn’t hear anything over your loud ass breathing, replacement!
Dick: *whining* Why can’t anything ever be easy?
Tim: You guys are all going to ruin the surprise, shut up!
Y/N: *crouching beside Dick* Who are we waiting for?
Batfamily: *all let out high pitched screams*
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batfamism · 9 months
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Daily Batfam Interactions
Batsis: Damian, you're emotionally constipated.
Damian: I am not constipated at all!
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Jason: Bruce, I need $5,000.
Bruce: Why the hell do you need $5,000?
Jason: For an escape room.
Bruce: What kind of escape room costs $5,000?
Jason:
Bruce:
Jason: Jail.
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Jason, making dumpling soup and dropping a dumpling on the floor: This is sadder than the time Joker killed me.
Batsis and Dick, in tears: WHAT?!
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Tim: What are you, 5?
Jason: Yeah, 5 heads taller than you.
Tim:
Jason: Please don't kill me.
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randomperson3736 · 8 months
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Arm day- Batman: wayne family adventures
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Paring(s): Batfam x child! Reader, Jason Todd x little sister! Reader, Dick Grayson x little sister! Reader, Tim Drake x little sister! Reader, Damian Wayne x little sister! Reader
Genre: Fluff, comedy
Warning(s): Crying, asshole brothers, sad reader
Word bank: Y/N- your name
Notes: I need some more ideas for this batfam series, so does anyone have any?
It was an exciting day for the little Y/N. Just yesterday, she got a brand new colour pencil set from her father (with the help of Alferd) that she couldn't wait to show off to everyone. The coloured pencils were stored in a large black leather case that was almost as big as her body.
Inside it were hundreds of different shades of every colour her small mind could imagine. She wanted to share her gift with her siblings, so she waited patiently on the Brown sofa in the living room. The large case next to her.
When she saw Damian walking through the halls, she smiled and run (the best that a 4 year old could run) towards her brother. Just as she was about to get to him she tripped but thankfully he caught her just before she could fall.
"Thank you Dami!" She gave him a toothy grin. Damian picked her up into his arms looking at every part of her body to make sure she didn't get hurt from tripping over. After seeing that she wasn't injured, he then smiled softly at her.
"Good morning Y/N. Why were you in a rush this early in the morning?"
She started to wiggle in his arms, so he put her down. She then (thankfully) walked back to the living room and grabbed her pencil case, dragging it along the ground cause it was a little heavy for her own body strength.
"Daddy got new colours for me!" Damain looked down at it with an unamused look "How charming"
"Do you wanna draw?" She asked with her puppy dog eyes.  "I'm busy" he turned to the direction of the gym. "Oh..." Y/N said in a smile voice. Damian looked back at her. She was looking down at the case, her eyes teary up.
Feeling guilty, he cleared his throat. ".... but after I'm finished, I suppose I can entertain you for a short while"
"She looked up at Damian with twinkles in her eyes. "Really? Thank you Dami!"
After what felt like hours, she saw cass pass by with a duffle bag over her shoulder. Y/N walked up behind her and hugged her leg "Hi cass"
Cass bent down and caressed Y/N's cheek in her hand, she squessed them gently, making the young girl giggle. "Hi Y/N"
"Do wanna colour with me?" Y/N asked.
"Awww... sorry Y/N, but I have stuff to do but when I'm finished, I'll draw with you ok?" Cass pulled out her pinky and gave a wame smile to Y/N. "Oh, okay" Y/N pouted but linked her pinky with cass's.
After that Y/N found herself in the kitchen looking for dick. When she saw him, he was eating a bowl of cornflakes. Y/N stood before him, reaching up and tugged at her oldest brothers shirt. Dick stopped his eating and looked down, smiling softly at his little sister. "What's up baby bird?"
"Do u wanna colour with me?" She asked hopefully. "Sorry little bird, I can't draw with you right now. I'm in a bit of a rush but you can ask Jason or Tim. They should be around somewhere" and before Y/N could say anything, Dick drowned the last chunk of his cornflakes down and rushed down hall. Y/N huffed and went back to the sofa.
After a while, Y/N heard the voices of Jason and Tim. She saw them holding duffel bags the same one that cass had. She smiled at them before walking off to ask them to colour with her.
"Morning J, morning Timmy"
"Morning kid!" Jason Pet the top of Y/N's head.
"Good morning Y/N"  Tim smiled down at her. "What's that?" He pointed to the leather case newt ro the sofa. "It's my new colours daddy got for me" she smiled up at them.
"Wow. Cool"
"Can you colour with me?"
"Sorry kid. Me and Timmy here are gonna work out. Maybe late with can" Jason said rubbing the back of his head.
"Oh, it's fine" She pouted before walking away to the staircase.
"Do you think we broke a 4 year olds heart?" Tim whispered feeling guilty.
"We probably did Timmy"
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Bruce walked along the halls trying to find atleast one of his kids. But he then stopped in his tracks when he heard crying? He looked at the door near his left, it was his youngest room. Why would she be crying?
He opened the door to see his little girl curled up on her bed and tears running down her face. The site in front of him, broke his heart. "Sweetheart, what's wrong?" he asked softly.
The young girl looked up her father and wiped her face before speaking. "No one wants to colour with me"
Bruce's heart broke more at hearing those words. He had to make her feel better but how? "Hey, why don't we go and get some cookies? Alferd just pulled a new batch out of the oven" He gave a warm smile.
The girls face lit up at that idea."Ok, daddy" she held out her arms signalling that she wanted to be carried, Bruce gladly took his little girl into his arms and the father and daughter made their way down to the kitchen.
~in the cave~
"Sup Damian?" Dick waved at him as he placed his towel to the side. He grabbed the gymnastic rings and turned to Jason. "Light day Jason?" He lifed his legs up and held himself up. "I was just getting warmed up actually"  Jason started doing push ups with one arm. "98...99...100!"
"Pssh, that's nothing" Dick and Jason turned to look at Tim who started doing push ups with his tumbs and pointer fingers.
"You're all pathetic" Damian lifted his body up and did a handstand. "This is what you should be doing"
Jason moved next ro Damian and did the same thing. "Sorry kid your not special"
"How... about this!" Dick did a handstand with one hand using his tumb and pointer finger.
Jason, Tim, Dick and Damian were all doing the same thing together. "First one... to hundred... wins"
Cass looked over at them as she drank water. "Bad idea"
~Later that night~
The four boys were sitting around the table groaning in pain every time they moved. Cass sat perfectly fine, enjoying the meal that Alferd had made.
"Ow. So much ow" Dick threw his head back against his chair. Damian was crouching in his chair. Tim was trying to eat his dinner, with his foot. "Come on, I-I... I can do this" Jason tried tilting the plate with his head. "Can't... reach"
Cass turned to the four boys eating her food with utensils. "Told you guys it was a bad idea" Jason smashed his face into his food. Suddenly, Y/N popped up from the doorway. "Are you guys ready to colour now?"
"S-sorry Y/N... I don't think I can move my arms" Dick slowly turned his head towards her and gave a weary smile.
"But you guys said you would?" she pouted.
"Sorry Y/N" Tim muttered, dropping his spoon in the process. "Dang it" Jason muttered his Sorry through his food. "I can still draw with you Y/N" Cass held Y/N's hand and lead her out of the dinning room. Y/N turned her head towards her brothers and frowned, "You're all imbec- imbeci-...mean!" She huffed her checks out in anger.
The four boys groaned in pain and Damian shrank down in his chair in shame.
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jasmines-library · 1 month
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Hey! i just wanted to say that your work is phenomenal! You got me sobbing in bed at 3 in the morning. I was wondering if I could request a Batfam x child!Wayne!Reader (maybe 4/5 years old) and what they’re all like (individually) when picking her up from school? In her class, they were learning about the great Batman, and all the hard work he does for the city, keeping everybody safe and whatnot. And obviously, she’s too small to know Bruce is Batman.. how would they all react to little baby Wayne rambling about cool Batman who has his own car and sidekick? I’d imagine she’s a very talkative kid, very sweet and friendly, and a very big-Daddy’s girl, but it’s completely up to you.
Thanks for listening to my rambling.. and keep up your awesome work!
Baby Wayne
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Note: This is one of the most adorable requests ever anon! Thank you for requesting and thank you for your kind words. I hope I’ve done your request justice.
⛧ BATFAM MASTERLIST ⛧
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BRUCE:
He could see the smile on your face from the doorway. Bright and beaming as you sat cross-legged on the floor, leaning forward to listen to your teacher. The second you saw him lingering in the doorframe however, the smile grew and you were up on your feet in seconds and tottering over to him.
Wrapping your arms around his legs you hugged him tightly and looked up at him with big eyes. Picking you up and resting you on his hip, Bruce pressed a kiss to your forehead.
“Hey sweetheart. Good day?”
You nodded excitedly, clinging to your dad. “We learnt about Batman today!” You exclaimed.
Bruce couldn’t help the small smirk that crept onto his face. You were still too young to know about his identity and he did well to keep it from you. You were always exploring and wondering off in the manor. He was sure you would make a fine vigilante one day, but for now he was keep to keep you sheltered.
“Oh really?” He raised a brow.
“Yep!” You said, popping the ‘p’. “He’s awesome! He has a cool car and side kicks! And he keeps the city safe! He’s super cool.”
Bruce bounced you up in his arms, savouring the joy in your voice. “Is that so?”
“Uh-huh.” You nodded. “When I grow up I wanna be just like him Daddy!”
“I’m sure you will be kiddo.” Bruce smiled. “I’m sure you will.”
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DICK:
He was waiting by the school gates, leaning up against the metal framing when your class came piling out of the doors. Bruce was out on a meeting, so he was tasked with collecting you from school, which of course he had no problem doing.
When you saw him, he made his way over slowly, watching as your face lit up at the sight of him and you came running over him with your bag hanging halfway off one shoulder.
“Dick look!” You beamed crashing into him as you ran a little too fast. Moving away you pointed to the yellow and black sticker you had plastered to the hem of the coat.
Dick crouched down to your height. “What you got there, squirt?”
“It’s the bat signal.” You announced proudly. “We learnt about it in class today.”
“You learnt about Batman?” Dick asked. He had wondered how long it would be until you began to learn about what they did.
“Yes we learnt about all of the heroes. But Batman is my favourite because he saves the city and he has a sidekick!” You grinned “Robin! I like him too.”
Dick hid his little grin by tussling your hair. He couldn’t wait for you to learn more.
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JASON:
Seeing Jason picking you up was a nice surprise for you when you finished class. You were ecstatic to see him and ran up to him squealing.
“Jay!” You giggled and he picked up and spun you around in the air. “I missed you.”
He had been away on business. You had constantly been asking Bruce about when you would see him again. You had began to miss his face at home.
“Guess what we’ve been learning about!?”
“Hmm.” Jason bit his lip pretending to think “pirate ballerinas”
You placed a playful hit to his chest with a laugh. “No silly. Batman!”
A-ha. Jason thought. this would be interesting. He wondered how much you had been told, though he doubted no matter how much you had learnt, that you had managed to piece things together.
“Was it good?” He asked you.
“It was great! He saves all of the people and is a real hero!” You said waving your arms animatedly. “He’s so brave!”
“He is.” Jason agreed. “Just like you little Wayne”
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TIM:
Tim found you doodling at one of the tables in the library. You had an array of colours sprawled out in front of you as you scribbled on the pieces of paper infront of you.
He peered over your shoulder trying to catch a glimpse of your drawing. You had draw stick figures, which made it hard to go by but even with your messy doodles he could make out the distinctive domino masks of the Robin and the black of Batman’s suit and cowl. He knew them like the back of his hand, so it was no surprise.
“What you drawing, kiddo?” He asked you.
You gripped the drawing with your hands and held it up proudly to him. “Batman and Robin. We learnt about them in class so I wanted to draw them.”
“It’s very good kid.” Tim told you, handing you back the drawing of the lopsided people only for you to hand it back to him.
“Can we put it on the fridge?” You asked curiously “I want to show it to Dad. I bet he thinks Batman is awesome too!” You blabbed “do you think he will like it, Timmy?”
“I’m sure he will.”
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DAMIAN:
Dami was reading in the library when you plonked yourself beside him. Well…kind of. You struggled up onto the couch first.
“What are you doing?” You frowned, trying to read see over his shoulder.
He was reading up on one of Gotham’s villains that was causing havoc in the city. His first instinct was to shut it so you couldn’t read any of it…but then he remembered that you were still only learning to read.
“I’m reading a book on Batman.” He half-lied, setting the book to one side so you could clamber into his lap.
“Ooh I like Batman too.” You nodded.
Damian frowned. You weren’t supposed to know about that yet. “Where did you learn about him?”
“At school.”
Damian relaxed a little.
“He has a super cool cape! And a big car that he drives really fast around the city to stop the bad guys!”
“Sounds dangerous.” Damian smirked.
“Yes…” you trailed off. “But he is allowed to do it because he is Batman.” You decided.
“Is that right? He teased.
“Yes.
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Y/N: just remember this Deathstroke, what comes around, is ALL around !!!
Dick and Damian: ...
Slade: Dont you mean what goes around comes around?
Y/N : .... YOUR NOT GETTING THE LAST WORD IN.
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Dick: A good romance starts with a good friendship!
Batsis:...And a bad romance starts with Rah-Rah Ah Ah Ah! Roma Roma-ma! Gaga, Ooh la la!
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cas-backwards-tie · 9 months
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Chapter Four: Desolate Days
Heiress of Gotham
Masterlist | Previous Chapter
Bruce Wayne x Daughter!Reader
Summary: It’s time. The funeral has finally come around. While the expected have shown up, will the unexpected lead to loose threads in your life? It'll certainly raise questions, that's for sure.
Words: 3.7k
Warnings: Funeral, Depression, Threats, Crying, Angst,
Mentions of: Death, Bodies, Trauma,
A/N: While this chapter is angsty, and the next one contains some twists and turns, I promise it'll actually start to become more fun around chapter six once the reader gets settled into her new life!
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It wasn't easy, not by any means; a week full of setting up a funeral, at fifteen, for your mother... the only real family you've ever had. Sure, there were close family friends in your life, but they weren't a constant presence, not like her. All that flew out the window when you'd been orphaned, and now, who knows what will become of those relationships. You figure, only time will tell.
As for the actual events, tonight is the viewing, followed by a dinner at a nearby Italian restaurant you guys used to love, and tomorrow morning is the burial. While there'd been lots of talk about who would come and what it would mean to them, and you, the conversation never fully came to any certain conclusion.
You don't know and aren't close with your new siblings, and while from a publicity standpoint it makes sense they should come and show their support, your Father is really the only person who knew your Mother. Even then, how well did he truly know her? The question stands. With all this in mind, you know that Bruce is accompanying you tomorrow, and by extension, Alfred too. That much you're clear on.
Money is a tough subject. Isn't it for everyone? While you weren't rich growing up in Bludhaven, you also weren't in the degree of poverty that some are, either. Nevertheless, funerals you quickly learned, cost a lot of money. You'd think it'd be one thing to bury someone in your backyard (if you had one, that is), or even toss them in the dumpster (not that you'd do that), or even set them afloat on the river and nearest ocean (that either), yet, the government wants their money. That's always what it boils down too, doesn't it? Regardless, Bruce had been suspicious when you brought up paying for the funeral. He offered, and while you'd argued for a good half hour, you'd finally compromised with him.
He wants to pay for the funeral, and you can keep the money you--somehow--have for college. Apparently, he expects you to do that now, as well. Not that college was outside of the question before, but... you still have three years to think about it, don't you? All in all, he let you pick out what you thought your mother would like, which, ultimately sort of became what you'd like... right? Besides the preferences in her will, there was still the matter of some sort of plaque or headstone, obsidian or silver... the works. Trying to keep money in mind, you didn't go crazy, but you did let him deal with it while still trying to give her at least something fairly nice.
It all happened so fast, really. Picking out everything, setting things up, and sending out a message so your family friends would know when and where to show up to pay their respects if they wished to do so. Not many people knew about your recent transfer of guardianship, or rather, to who. And while there had apparently been somewhat of a civil kerfuffle with your mother's best friend in an attempt to waive Bruce of his fatherly duties, Bruce apparently decided to claim custody of you. That's what social services naturally thought was the best fit for you.
"You don't have to go in if you don't want," Dick speaks up from behind you.
Standing outside the doors to the funeral home, you know that all too soon the doors will open up for her viewing and you won't be able to escape. Regardless of how many people show up, you'll be met with stories, jokes, emotions, conversation, and things you're just not ready to handle. Staring at the doors, Damian walks past you, soon followed by Tim as they make their way to the door.
"Sure she does. Maybe not now, but sooner or later you have to," Tim offers you with a sympathetic smile, "otherwise you'll never forgive yourself."
"That's just his regret talking," Jason accuses as he straightens the lapels of his black vest and follows the younger boys. "You do what you want, kid." A pat on the back, he too heads inside, leaving you there, Dick still lingering over your shoulder.
"It's your decision," the Detective reminds you with a sympathetic and encouraging smile before pushing open the doors to the funeral parlor.
Standing there in your short black t-shirt dress, the hem whips in the wind as a storm brews in the distance by the Fawcett-Bludhaven border, eventually destined to head your way, closer to the ocean, no doubt. Though you're adorned by a simple black headband, the accessory doesn't keep your hair from hanging around the frame of your face, eyes glued to the fancy sheen of your church shoes: a pair of black mary-janes. 
"Are you second-guessing?" The gruff voice of your Father emanates from your side and you raise your eyes to meet his face. There's a forlorn and distant look in his eyes as he stares ahead at the double doors leading toward the place you know the two of you will be met with a familiar face.
With a subtle nod, he mirrors your action, a clearing of his throat as he straightens his tie. "I can't say I blame you. Though, I can make you an offer," he proposes. As he turns his head, you're met with knowing blue eyes, a hint of what you swear is mischievousness behind them. "If you ever need to bail, why don't we have some sort of code? A code word, what about that?" He expands, the furrowed brows on your face cluing him onto your thoughtful mentality.
"I have to think about it," you respond quietly, eyes roaming the property. While Bristol is an eclectic part of Gotham for sure, this part of town feels somewhat desolate. The nearest and nicest open-plot cemetery to Bludhaven, it was a compromise on everyone's behalf. Not far enough from Bludhaven to feel unlike home and lack a means of public transportation for those in need, and not one of the buildings in the city that are more mausoleum-like, an option you hadn't wanted to consider. She deserved something better. A rumbling of thunder echoes throughout the landscape, the sky growing dark in the distance; eyes brought to the weather, your mind churns. "What about... 'Blizzard'?" It wasn't totally innocuous, yet it wasn't entirely improbable either.
"It'll definitely be interesting to see how we manage to work that into conversation naturally," Bruce jokes, to which you offer him a quiet chuckle, the inkling of a smile working its way onto the corners of your lips.
"Is that okay?" You ask, unsure if he approves.
"Blizzard it is," the Billionaire agrees, stretching out a hand in a semblance of kinship. With a moment of consideration, it doesn't take long for your hand to meet his in conciliation. With a firm shake, you both turn to enter the parlor side by side.
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Hand clutching the prized middle-school graduation gift you'd received from your Mother, a golden chain necklace with a teardrop image of La Virgen on it, you subtly run it back and forth along the chain where it rests on your sternum between your collarbones. Despite uncomfortable conversation and questions, you hadn't needed the code word. The attempt to try and visit your Mother before the service was unfruitful, people having shown up earlier than expected, others wanting to set up and you consequently helping like the obedient little girl you often were. Nevertheless, even now with only family members remaining, you still stand at a distance where only her hands propped up on her waist are visible.
Bruce had gotten by through making conversation, trying to get to know you and your acquaintances through their association and knowledge, though their questions often turned on him. Upon the revelation that you're not only now, but always have been a Wayne dawned on them. The natural questions would tend to follow. 'How well did you know her? Were you close to her?' As much as the Playboy would love to admit he didn't know your Mother on the level it would seem most people assumed, he also knew that sort of answer might tarnish any image of your Mother that these people already had in mind. Hence, he tended to use his usual tactics of evasion in a similar manner to any gala he'd attend.
The boys ended up doing recon in some sense, all in their own versions. Damian had intended to simply find a nice corner to sit in and text Jon about the plans for their next hangout and fill him in on the dreadful activities he's been put up to on the behest of his new 'sister'. If he could even call you that. Tim hadn't been filled in on the situation concerning your little expedition with Jason and what the elder had found during that time, so when Dick naturally seemed curious and a little too snoopy for his taste in concern of the event, it was only upon questioning his brother that he found out about the circumstances.
Dick went into this with the hopes of finding out information on your family, on what you all knew, the type of people you were, and what they knew specifically about you and your Mom. That much cash laying around even with the excuse of not trusting banks, in Bludhaven of all places, was ridiculous. Especially for the job he dug around and found out your Mother had. Therefore, he took to subtly interrogating people under the guise of attempting to get to know his new little sister better. 
Jason had intended to go only on the purpose of supporting you, and watching his family in suspect, considering they've all seemed dubious of your Mother and your family's involvement in some sort of criminal activity. While he'd been curious, watching you, talking to you, he's found that there's probably not much further whatever 'secret' your family is hiding goes. Sometimes people do things they need to do to survive, and if he's heard any stories about your Mother this evening, he'd suspect that's it.
Damian eventually caught wind of Grayson's not-so-subtle tactics of questioning people, and decided his evening would be much more fruitful doing exactly what his brother was doing, only in a more professional manner. After all, once he'd rounded the parlor he'd seen his Father doing the same thing in his own fashion, therefore, he can't be mad at them for doing the same when he's the one who's supposed to be setting the example, right?
Oblivious to your new family's motives, you try and work up the courage to say goodbye to her... to her face. Evading the happy images that filter through wild transitions on television's slideshow to the right, you run a thumb over the memorium card you'd taken. Even if they were for everyone else, you still wanted one. Room practically empty, you finally take the leap and close the space between you and the open casket.
Immediately you have to avert your eyes. It's... too painful. Yet, another curious part of you tempts you to take another look. Upon second glance it simply appears as if she's sleeping. Peacefully. There's no lacerations or marks, no sign of any sort of ill-wrought event, and yet, you know the wiser. "I hate this," you whisper through your teeth, jaw clenching in an attempt to keep your tears at bay. "It's not fair. I don't know why... why it had to be you." With a sniffle and a heavy sigh that bobs your shoulders, you reach out and place a small hand on her larger, and eerily cold hand. "I wish I could ask you, that I could talk to you- that you could tell me why- why you never told me! I don't- I don't want to do this but I know I have to, and he's giving me... all you ever wanted for me. I-" Breath coming quicker, you have to force yourself to speak the next words, determined not to break down in front of everyone. "Te quiero mucho, mamá, te extraño, y vas a recordar para siempre." With a gentle squeeze to her hand, you turn and head for the doors, eyes downcast as you avoid everyone.
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Somehow, the universe always reflected its events; while it’d been mostly thunder and heat lightning the night prior, this morning the dark clouds have been pouring rain. Alfred had gotten you up, though really you hadn’t slept much in anticipation of what today would hold. Having been dressed for some time now, all you’ve done is sit at the window seat and stare outside, watching the rain pelt the earth repeatedly, unyielding in its triumph. You can’t help but think it’s like life, forceful until the end, when it eventually wanes and succumbs to a stop. Maybe you’re overthinking, but with everything that’s been going on… you don’t think you can help it.
“Hey,” your Father’s voice calls from the door, a gentle knock on the wood follows as he continues to open it and step through the threshold. “Are you ready? Breakfast is waiting, and then Alfred’s gonna take us,” he informs, “the boys are going to join for breakfast, but then it’ll just be us, alright?” 
Before he can get too far into the room you rise from the window seat and tear your attention away from the gardens. With a nod, you meet him halfway and follow downstairs.
Breakfast is mostly silent, as you’re sure no one is quite certain what to say. If they could say anything, that is. Hell, even Damian doesn't have a snarky remark, and Dick doesn't try and make meaningless conversation. It all comes and goes far faster than you'd imagined, though the food was delicious. With your departure and solemn looks from your newfound siblings, Alfred pulls the Rolls Royce up to a gentle stop before the Manor's fancy double doors.
It was hard to believe she was in there. Yes, you'd picked out the coffin, yes you'd seen her at the viewing, and yet... this is your Mother. The woman who birthed you, who fed you, who took care of you year after year, and was there for you no matter what. And now... she's gone.
It doesn't feel real. The rain pattering against the umbrella Bruce holds up over you. All the people who sit and stand opposite of the priest as he goes about his rites. Of course there came time for the eulogy, and while there was the option of making one yourself, you couldn't find it within yourself to do so. Like Tim had mentioned, this could be something you may regret later, but in this moment it feels like too much. There's a dull queasiness that never leaves your stomach as you stand, eyes cast downward as your hands lay clasped before you. Rain, muck, and mud cling to your black mary-jane shoes, the ground now beginning to flood as the soil's beared all it can soak up for the next coming weeks. 
People come and go, they give their well wishes and hopes for your sake, and yet you can't really put any of it to mind or manner as all you can focus on is the growing emptiness within you. This isn't how things were supposed to go. You weren't supposed to be burying your parent... not this soon. That's not how it works! 
It's the call of your name that stirs you from your thoughts. Eyes raising to the familiar face, you can't help but feel your eyes widen with the shock and astonishment that they had the audacity to visit... to stay. Yes, he wasn't a stranger; yet an acquaintance isn't necessarily a friend. The boy lifts his hands to cup one of yours between his. "I'm so sorry to hear what happened, Mi Amor, I'm always here for you, sabes," Saul says. Though there's a sympathetic look in his eyes, you don't trust him one bit. Not after he'd taken one opportunity after another and gotten trapped up with the man behind him: Antonio 'Angel' Marin. Sure, you'd dumped Saul before he'd become affiliated with the notorious Bludhaven mob boss, but it didn't do him any favors holding company like that. 
As Saul leaves you and heads toward the line of black cars along the cemetery road, you dread the man next in line. "It's an unfortunate thing, losing a mother," Angel speaks, "looks like luck had its way with you though, getting you out." From the outside it might seem inappropriate, or perhaps simply a mistaken and poorly judged comment, but you know better. Lips pursing, jaw tightening, you don't dare let your hands form into fists as you meet the man's eyes. 
His oily face and ratty mustache meet your gaze, and you suddenly feel anger beginning to simmer in your gut. Though you're not sure why. While there'd been a time you may have considered him a family friend, a protector, a genius, and a revolutionary... those times have gone. He hadn't done your family wrong, in fact, he'd done nothing but try to help you and your Mom out of poverty, and yet... there were always strings attached. Neither of you had seen them at first and once you'd wanted out, you'd luckily gotten out without too much of a fight. Thankfully, unlike some of the stories you've heard, and yet, somewhere within you the anger persists. Maybe it's the smug look on his face, his taunting words perhaps, but whatever it is, he irks you.
"Don't go gettin' into any more trouble, ya hear?" His thin voice lets out a wry chuckle and he lays a pat on your shoulder before you can dodge it. Watching him leave with his trail of two or three choice goons behind him, you can't help but feel like he'd only come here for one thing, and one thing only... to taunt you. Was it a warning? A sign? A way of telling you that without his protection you were doomed? Leading a life toward failure? Only to end up like your Mother? No... no, that can't be it. There has to be something else, that can't be it. 
"Do you know him?" Bruce asks, finally speaking up for the first time since the service ended. He'd seen the whole interaction, he knows who that man was... but he doesn't know if you do. Not truly, anyway. Even if the grimace and shiver that'd run up your spine was visible from the way you attempted to evade the evil man's touch. Eyes peering down at you, he's disturbed by the lack of eye contact you make. Maybe he shouldn't be... you haven't been talking or interacting as much as you had been in the days leading up to this, something that's normal, he can only imagine.
"Once," you respond faintly. Eyes coming back to the rolling hills of the cemetery you watch the rain continue to pour. Life doesn't seem to stir here, no sight of sneaky intruders like squirrels, doves, or robins, no other patrons coming to visit their loved ones on a day like this. Thunder cracks overhead, and the diminishing sound of tires on gravel signals the Angel's departure. With a thick swallow, your hands finally ball up into fists. A single tear finally breaches the confines of your eyelid and slips down your cheek. With a heavy sigh you turn, meeting Alfred who stands a few feet behind the both of you. Stomping over to him, you grab the bouquet of flowers you'd all picked up on the way. "If you want to say anything... here," you announce over the sounds of the thunderstorm. Undoing the plastic and rubber bands from the store-bought bouquet, you hand both the men a single flower. Determined that the rest should belong to you, you head over to the grave, uncaring if you get wet any longer as you're no longer under their umbrellas.
Though your teeth hurt from the way your jaw is clenched, you can't help it as the tears start to flow more freely. With everyone gone, you don't mind being here alone. Placing the flowers atop your Mother's casket, your hand lingers on the polished wood while your free hand hangs onto the necklace your Mother had given you. "I can't do this without you," the words come in a whisper, your head almost meeting the wood before you think better of it. You don't want to appear a broken-down mess in front of the men watching. "I don't know what t-to do."
Raindrops soak your hair, coat your dress and shoes, your socks have splashes of water and freshly cut grass, not to mention that your face is covered in a mixture of raindrops and tears. A few moments of silence is all you need before you finally gather the courage to say one last goodbye and turn away, heading down the hill back toward the car before the storm gets worse.
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"Dick... there's something you should know," Bruce mentions quietly. It's obvious from his behavior that he's upset, that this won't be a long conversation. "Antonio Marin was at her funeral. He came up to her and spoke something cryptic. I asked her about it and she said that she knew him once. I know I asked you all not to dig around, but, this is in your territory and I thought you should know." Evading his son's eye contact, he straightens his tie and sniffs, still clad in his tuxedo from the funeral. "I'll see if I can get any more information out of her, but... I don't want her caught up in this... I don't-" he sighs, finally turning to meet his son's gaze again with a look he's only seen once before, "-I don't want her getting hurt."
"I... understand." With a nod and a sympathetic look upon his face, the younger man stretches out his hand to lay it on his Father's shoulder in a small form of comfort. He knows Bruce well enough to know that anything too grand would steer him away, and while the thought of another child getting hurt at his behest unburies all the trauma Dick knows Jason's death had brought him, Dick knows they can't change the past. "I- we won't let that happen. I promise you that, Dad."
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pank0w · 13 days
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When you read a really good fic but then after ur done reading it, realising that it was a part of a series so now your dying because now you’ve ruined it.
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1970sgothfreak · 2 months
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“Not only was I specific about my only rule while I trained and raised you all….but you deliberately broke it knowing how I would react!” Bruce scolded, his voice harsh as he spun around to face his four sons, Jason had a look of emptiness in his eyes along with Damian, Tim looked tired and hungry and Dick….well Dick looked at peace but also…sad still.
He knew killing the joker wouldn’t bring you back yet…he felt relief knowing the man who killed you was dead but…at the same time, something in his heart felt wrong…why wasn’t Bruce happy they avenged his daughter’s murder, sure it broke the one rule he had but he had let Jason get away with the rule before, along with giving Damian a free pass on his birthday.
“Bruce, we avenged Y/n, so what if we broke the only rule you had, it wasn’t even a rule technically since you have let Damian and Jason get away with it so many times” He snapped back at his father wondering why this was suddenly a big issue.
“I am aware of that, but they had logical reasons….i need you to understand that with the kinds of threats we face there is going to be collateral damage-“
“OUR SISTER IS GONE BECAUSE OF HIM” Dick shouted interrupting his father , his voice cracking and his eyes welding up with tears, Bruce was shocked Dick had yelled, of course this wasn’t unusual because the two argued the most but still…hearing him yell out of no where while there was no argument shocked him a little.
“….was she collateral damage too..?” The eldest Wayne’s voice broke as a tear slipped out of his eye, he excused himself and left the cave leaving a tension so thick it was almost like jello….Jason followed after him along with Tim which left Bruce, Damian and Alfred alone.
Damian looked at his father but spoke not one word to him before following his brothers to comfort the eldest, Alfred simply looked at Bruce with what could be a mix of a disappointed look and a look of shame…it was hard to tell with Alfred, he walked up and looked down at Bruce.
“Master Bruce, I have known you for many years…never would I have thought I would have heard you insinuating that your daughter was collateral damage….” Was all he said before bowing and heading upstairs leaving Bruce alone, all the words said were hanging around his head and he sighed before looking over at the wall where his eyes met a photo….a photo of you and him….
You couldn’t have been older than 13 in the picture…and you had just become Robin….you looked so happy and in that moment he couldn’t believe he had called you collateral damage.
“I’m sorry…..”
He whispered, but he couldn’t tell what he was apologising for….
(Part 2 of the little one shot I did a while ago)
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