I just tough that was such a funny idea so I decided to draw it. Like Imagen just the most crazy conspiracy theorys, thresh talk, rumors...
So far I'm planning to add:
(as the main story) BRUCE WAYNE WITH A NEW KID?!? YOU WON'T BELIEVE WHO IS THE MOTHER!!! (a picture taken by paparazzi of Bruce trying to hide Damian behind himself)
THE REAL REASON WHY TIM DRAKE IS ALWAY TIRED WILL SHOCK YOU!!! (I was thinking about a picture of exosted Tim on top right)
BATMAN IS ACTUALLY JOKER? (just the text somewhere)
SHOULD YOU BECOME A GOON (just text too)
THE BIRDS ARE THE BOURGEOISIE, a deep dive in to Gotham mafia (in my head it's funny cuz it's in contrast with the rest of the lighthearted articles, also just text)
If you have any ideas on what I could/should add please let me know.
@jaythes1mp Sorry this took so long and is not all in one part! But here is the first half.
TW: Break in, Child Abuse (not the Batfam), and neglect
Publicly, Richard âDickâ Grayson is the oldest Wayne sibling. Taken in by Bruce Wayne at 8-years-old, he is the first child and the oldest. In the eyes of the law and adoption papers. In the eyes of the Wayne family however, the oldest sibling title belongs to Y/N L/N. Similar to the Drakes, the L/Nâs live on the other side of the Waynes, and similar to Tim, Y/N had been left home alone⌠a lot.Â
Which meant he was over, a lot. So much so, he had his own room, Alfred made him a plate for every meal, and he was aware of their little nightly activities. Y/N L/N was a needed normalcy within the Manor, reminding them that there is more to life outside of crime fighting.Â
âDid you see that new cafe?â Y/N asked, looking into Dickâs exhausted eyes while resting his chest against Jasonâs head. Dick shook his head, âNo. Why?â Y/N pouted, âBecause you guys literally broke their windows last night.â Jason winced, remembering the shattering of glass and wide-eyed stares as he handled some thugs.Â
âPlease tell me that isnât the cafe you wanted to go to today.â Dick buried his head in his hands and begged every deity that it was not that cafe. Y/N has been talking about it for weeks and finally found a time where all their schedules aligned so they could do it.Â
âIt was.â Jason and Dick groaned while Y/N stared at them with an annoyed expression. His arms that were wrapped around Jason tightened in a mocking chokehold, knowing that if Jason wanted to he could easily get out and have Y/N pinned. Dick groaned again, âIs⌠is there somewhere else you want to try?âÂ
âNot really.â âFuck!â Jason and Dick stared at one another, trying to figure out a way to still have this day with Y/N. If they donât hurry, the vultures will swoop in and suggest something that will catch Y/Nâs attention andâÂ
âY/N, how about we got to the petting zoo.âÂ
âDami!âÂ
âBuzz off short stack!â Y/N thumped Jasonâs head with his chin, âDonât talk to Dami like that.â The youngest Wayne smiled victoriously while his two older brothers glared at him. Dick looked offended and Jason was actually ready to strangle him. Y/N shook his head, âDami, arenât we going on Friday? Iâm picking you up from school to go.â Damian scrunched his nose, âWe can go twice.âÂ
Y/N couldnât help but to chuckle, âHmmm, those rabbits are cute.â Jasonâs grip tightened, âThe new bookstore in downtown! Thereâs a new bookstore that is supposed to have a cafe attached to it.â Damian scowled at Dick perked up, âYeah, I forgot about that.â Y/N hummed, staring at Jason in concern, âJay, you hate downtown.â Itâs full of rich snobs and people who have nothing better to do than walk the streets in designer clothing.Â
Jason made a face, âItâs our day with you, Iâm fine with it as long as youâre there.â Dick gagged and Damian looked ready to chuck a knife at him. Y/N blinked at the younger man in shock before laughing, âThatâs cute, okay. Letâs go there then.â He released Jason from his hold, unwrapping his arms from Jasonâs neck and standing tall. Dick smiled at Y/N, who was talking to a pouting Damian and ruffling slicked back hair.Â
âAlright, Y/N, I'm assuming youâre ready.â Unlike the Wayne brothers who had a father that did not care why they landed on the NEWS or magazine as long as they didnât kill anyone, Y/Nâs father was different. For someone who was always gone, he had a firm hold and opinions on Y/Nâs life.Â
Bruce may not care that his kids go out looking like they havenât showered in three days, but Y/Nâs dad has ordered the maids to get rid of all the ripped jeans Y/N had because the paparazzi made an opinion on them when Y/N wore them. Jason remembers listening in on that call, and numerous other calls from Mr. L/N, as he hollered at his child he did not care about.Â
âYou are a L/N! If you still want that last name then you will dress like a L/N!â
Unlike Dick and Jason who are dressed in jeans, Y/N is dressed in slacks and a nice polo shirt. His hair was clean and styled and the shoes he wore still shined. The aesthetic is called âold moneyâ and boy did Y/N have that. He and the Wayne siblings have become the newest trend setters in Gotham.Â
Whenever the paparazzi caught them together it was always Old Gotham vs New Gotham. Slacks vs Jeans. Hair combed vs natural. Clean vs Rugged. L/N vs Wayne.Â
They were the topic whenever they were out together, which was a lot. The only reason Mr. L/N hasnât said anything is probably because Bruce is keeping his mouth shut about the child-neglect and abandonment. Point is, seeing the Wayne kids and L/N son together wasnât odd, in fact there were jokes of Bruce Wayne adopting him, but they still always turned heads.Â
âY/N, I am telling you that is a horrible choice and youâre not gonna like it.â Said young man raised an eyebrow at Jason and tutted disappointedly, âJay, you havenât even read it.â The guy motioned at the cover, âLook at it! Dick! Come âere and look at it!â The other made only a side glance at it and sighed, âY/N⌠this is only going to lead to problems.âÂ
âIt is literally a book about romance.â Jason screwed up his face, like someone had shoved a lemon down his throat, âBut like⌠young adult romance. Read the classics.âÂ
âI have read the classics. You have read me the classics. I read them in class and if I have to read how Ms. Elizabeth Barnett falls in love with Mr. Darcy one more time Iâm actually going to throw myself in traffic.â Dick agreed with Y/N on that, remembering all the time he had to read the damn book.Â
âIt's Elizabeth Bennett.âÂ
âJay, I swear to God.âÂ
âAre you sure you read them because thereâs no way someone whoâs read them would get that name wrong.âÂ
âLittle wingââÂ
ââDickie, maybe. But not anybody else.âÂ
ââExcuse you.â Y/N snorted at the now bickering brothers, watching in amusement as Dick pulled Jasonâs ear and Jason to Dickâs hair. Sighing, Y/N stepped between the two. Y/N L/N is possibly the only person, other than Alfred, who would dare do such a thing. Fear was absent on his face as he calmly walked into the dog fight, and helped release their bites with gentle tugs and stern words.Â
âEnough. The line is picking up at the cafe, so let's checkout and head over.â Y/N is the person who quells the fights and mends the bonds. The only person in the Manor that knew how to communicate their feelings and help others realize and communicate theirs.Â
He is the kind, patient, and understanding older brother of the Batfam. Always paying attention to otherâs needs and always willing to listen to someone vent their frustrations and offer sound advice. Y/N is â
ââAnd what about the company?! How come the sales are low this month?âÂ
âFather, they are riding average, itâs just the last month was a boom becauseââÂ
âI donât care about last month! Why are the sales low this month?!âÂ
â not Bruce Wayneâs ward, and therefore there isnât much he can say in this scenario. Bruce listened and watched Y/N slouch as Mr. L/N continued to scream and berate him from across the world. He watched the exhaustion take over Y/Nâs features and the way his forehead creased, Bruce knows that a headache is now present.Â
âIf you still want the company then you better act like it! Enough of prancing around like the money you spend is yours!â Y/N is grateful his father hung up after that, because Y/N had a clapback to that and heâs sure his father would fly back from wherever he is just to smack him around for saying it.Â
Setting his phone down on the coffee table, the weight of the conversation making his shoulders sag and melt into the armchair with a huff. Bruce chuckled at the pout, âFor what it is worth, fluctuating prices are normal in businesses. As long as it doesnât go too low, you are fine.â Y/N smiled at the man, fixing his posture and picking up the mug of coffee.Â
âYou heard all of that?â The man can still remember when he first met Y/N. The property alarm was triggered, and when Bruce and Alfred went out to investigate, an 8-year-old Y/N was there, his hands holding the wild raspberries and his cheeks stuffed like a chipmunk.Â
He huffed at the memory, making Y/N give him a weird look. Bruce had been grateful to Y/Nâs impromptu trespassing, because when Dick came into his care, a now 10-year-old Y/N had welcomed the traumatized and blubbering 8-year-old. Something Bruce had little to no idea how to handle.Â
Then Jason came and that was a wild ride, followed by Steph, then Tim, and now Damian. That's just the Robins. It doesnât include the others that have become family but never took the Robin mantle. Y/N had been there through it all, and welcomed each one with a smile and open arms. At the same time giving Bruce a raised eyebrow and icy glare that screamed, âReally? Another child?âÂ
Y/N never faulted Bruce for his lack of communication, but he did let the man know repeatedly that while words may start fires, they can also put them out. Y/N had laid it on him one time, after a particular nasty fight with Dick and Jason.Â
âFor a man who loves using his vocabulary to start arguments you sure donât have the vocabulary to fix them. What are you, a toddler?âÂ
Mending things with Y/N is always easy, because Y/N does not hold grudges. Not to mention having the emotional intelligence of a therapist, Y/N was always in-tuned to his emotions and whether he was projecting or not. Or if anyone else was. Living in a manor filled with people who have traumatic backstories and skeletons in the closets, Y/N has become the voice of reason and unbiased opinions. Similar to Alfred, just without the sass.Â
âDo you still like raspberries?â Bruce asked, and Y/N nodded, âYou ask this every time a celebration of some sort comes up and the answer is always the same. Yes, I still love raspberries.â Y/N had once confided to Bruce, over a glass of wine, how he had asked his father if he could paint the bookshelves in his room. Little did Mr. L/N know that the color would be burgundy, the closest color to a raspberry he could get without poking someoneâs eye out, and when his father found out he had the bookshelves removed and set ablaze.Â
Y/N got his ass handed to him when Mr. L/N came back from his trip, and was then prohibited from decorating his room without prior approval of design and permission.Â
Bruce had the bookshelves in Y/Nâs room in the manor painted burgundy, and when Y/N saw them, it was like watching a child be told that they were not the bad child. The relief and the path to healing across his face as he took in the bookshelves.
The man watched Y/N sip his cup of coffee, watching how exhaustion seemed to seep off of him like cologne and fill the air with his tired and somewhat annoyed state. Phone calls from Mr. L/N weâre never received well by anybody, and Jason and Tim have more than once thought about sending the hateful man a few messages. Damian offered to ambush him when he came home.Â
Y/N quickly shot those down.
Tim came from nowhere, his face screwed tight and body tense. Y/N gave him a once over, before making space for the college student on the couch. He gave him a worried look-over, âIs everything alright?â Tim melted into Y/Nâs side, huffing and grumbling about something.Â
Bruceâs phone vibrated, and it was a message from Tim sent before he got down here.Â
âItâs in Cabo.â Bruce huffed, already knowing that if Tim was listening then so was everyone else. Referring to Mr. L/N as an âitâ seemed to be everyoneâs favorite pastime. Everyone but Y/Nâs, but as long as it wasnât said around him then it was fine.Â
âYouâre going to the Gala, right?â Tim asked and Y/N nodded, âOf course, when have I ever missed one?â Tim continued to grumble a bit, but relaxed into Y/Nâs side as he ran his fingers through Timâs messy hair. God he loves it when Y/N does this. There was barely anything better than Y/Nâs head massages, easily lulling him to a calm state as everyone mentally prepared for the Gala tonight.Â
When Y/N had turned 13, that is when he started showing up to the Galas representing L/N Industries, and he would be in Bruceâs care while there. Whoever Bruce met, Y/N was expected to make a great impression. Bruce never missed the way Y/N would sometimes stare at the Wayne kids in jealousy as they got to do whatever they want, while he is forced to be an adult and try to win other adults over.Â
Then forced to be yelled at afterwards by his father on the phone afterwards for something miniscule. Either someone commented on a piece of clothing, or how he wasnât smiling, anything that was negative Y/N got yelled at for. It was like Mr. L/N didnât know how to do anything else other than yell at his child.Â
Tim took no offense when the fingers in his hair stopped moving, and Y/Nâs body became limp. The other was knocked out on the couch, napping away the stress and enjoying the weekend. Unlike Tim who had Bruceâs help when managing Wayne Enterprises, Y/N is all on his own. Learning from his dadâs assistant, and also Bruceâs, Y/N was basically alone when his father had forced him to take the mantle. In face only, because as far as Mr. L/N was concerned, the companyâs profit was still his profit. None of it going to Y/N, except as a monthly allowance.Â
Jason had once said he should just stop managing the company, and if his father loved it enough, then heâll take over. Y/N chuckled-the bags under his eyes were deep and he had just gotten over a stress cold- and he said that although his father may care a lot about the profit, it was his late motherâs company and he wouldnât want to embarrass her soul by purposefully failing.Â
However, now all that company did was cause him stress and make him sick more frequently. Bruce had said it was probably stress from his father, and not so much the company, but that didnât stop them all from wishing the company would just go away.Â
Tim looked up Y/N through his eyelashes, taking in the similar dark circles they both shared and how Y/N looks paler than usual, and he knows that Y/Nâs health would only get worse if they targeted the company. His oldest brother would do everything in his power to keep the company afloat, and it would be devastating on both sides. Y/N would run himself ragged trying to keep it alive and that would mean less time with them.Â
âLet him rest, Tim. He needs it.â Everyone has asked Bruce if he plans to do something. However, there isnât much Bruce can do now that Y/N is an adult. Heâs offered a room in a manor for Y/N to stay at forever, but Y/N has always been a bit hesitant about leaving the L/Nâs home. Bruce can understand why.Â
Aged blue eyes observed the steady rise and fall of Y/Nâs chest, and he wondered if there was anything that could convince Y/N to stay here.Â
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âMr. L/N, what a surprise.â A surprise it is too, because instead of Y/N being here, it is his father. The one who was in Cabo earlier today. The man smiled, looking nothing like Y/Nâs, and he held out a hand, âIt has been a while. I figured it was time to show my face and give my son a rest.â Dick stared at Mr. L/N in shock and weariness, not liking how he said âhis son.â If it was a jab at Bruce, it didnât land. Brucie Wayne, the social bug he was, laughed and clapped his hand on Mr. L/Nâs shoulder.Â
âIs Y/N not showing up?â The manâs eyebrow twitched, âNo, unfortunately he felt under the weather so heâs taking a break.â Dickâs eyes narrowed, and Bruceâs smile faltered, âIs that so? How unfortunate, heâs fun to talk to.â Mr. L/Nâs smile tightened, âIndeed.âÂ
The Gala was tense, at least it was for the Wayne family, because Y/N never misses a Gala. Never. Dick saved a slice of raspberry cheesecake, for when Y/N comes over tomorrow. Heâs going to be upset that he missed a fresh slice, but knowing Y/N, heâll worry about missing the Gala. The cheesecake will act as reassurance that no one is mad. They just had to wait until tomorrow, when Y/N will show up.Â
Only he didnât. Dick canât remember the last time he hasnât seen Y/N in a 24-hour period, but he does know that he didnât like it. Almost like there was a force keeping his shoulders tight and chest heavy. Looking around, he could already see the effects it was having on others.Â
He didnât answer his phone, and when they called the L/N Manor, it was one of the maids picking up and stating that Y/N was either out, sleeping, or feeling under the weather. Which doesnât make sense because when Y/N is sick, he is always over at the Wayne manor. No one makes a better chicken noodle soup than Alfred.Â
They let it go. Maybe Y/N wants to be home because his dad is home?Â
Then the next day, there was still no Y/N. Not a text message, not a phone call, complete radio silence. Following radio silence while on patrol, radio silence from Y/N had to be one of the more terrifying forms of silence.Â
There was nothing. His father left late last night, and usually that would mean Y/N would be over. He would be over complaining about his dad and how he needs to work harder. Heâd get a stress cold that would last for two days before he would be back to normal.
Every phone call, every text message going unanswered.Â
âY/N, I swear Iâm about to break into your house. Please answer.â The threat was real and Dick meant every word. Heâs talked Jason, Damian, and surprisingly Tim from doing it but now four days of radio silence was enough to make even Bruce stir-crazy. Batman has become a little more violent throughout the week, and Bruce Wayne a little more stressed looking.Â
âHey! Sorry for the silence, Iâm just not feeling too well. Iâll see you in another few days.â Everyone read the text message, and everyoneâs mind filled with the same idea.Â
âHonestly, with how often heâs with us youâd think he knows better than to lie.â Damianâs nose scrunched, eyeing the message as if it spit in his face. Tim shrugged, âIt just means heâs hiding something.âÂ
Bruce said nothing, falling into the role of silent protector.Â
âYou are not actually going over in your Bat costume are you?âÂ
In the L/N ManorÂ
Y/N walked the dark hallways back to his room. Under his arm was a book and in his other hand was a cup of coffee, still steaming and warming his fingers. The lightning that occasionally flashed filled the area with white light, casting long shadows and creating an eerie atmosphere.Â
When Y/N was younger, he used to sprint back to his room. He hated how dark and silent the hallways are, reminding him that he is alone in a place that does not want him. When he whispered to Dick that he was scared of the lightning, Dick had told Bruce and sure enough Y/N would be spending nights at the Wayne manor whenever it was forecasted to thunderstorm.Â
Y/N had gotten over the fear, but he still occasionally slept over when the forecast predicted rain. Just because he no longer feared it, didnât mean he liked it.Â
Pausing to look out the window like some gothic prince trapped in a tower, Y/N recalled the argument he had with his dad. The older L/N making a surprise visit and berating his child when he first saw him and when he left. Y/N wondered if with the allowance he was given, if he could just move out. Apartments in the upper end of Gotham were expensive, and heâd never hear the end of it if he moved to East Gotham.Â
Not to mention, if he did leave to move out on his own, heâd be further from the Wayne family. Sure, Jason and Dick live on their own, and it wasnât like Tim or Damian needed him around all the time, but it was home for him.Â
Maybe, heâs the one that needs them.
Lightning flashed and there was another reflection in the window.Â
âAhhh!â Y/N threw his cup of coffee at the stranger behind him, and only paused in throwing the book when he saw the familiar cowl.Â
âBruce! What the hell?! Oh my God, oh my God, I think I just lost like 10 years of my life.â Y/N clasped a hand over his heart, trying to calm the organ. Taking deep breaths, he finally managed to steady his heart beat and scrunched his nose at the older man. To which, Bruce Wayne glared back, âWhat happened to your face?âÂ
âOh shit.â Y/N sighed, âNothing Bruce. I just fell, but what are you doing in my house? DidâŚdid you break in?â Y/N tried to get around the taller and bigger man, but Bruce grabbed his arm. He spun Y/N around and thanks to the flash of lightning, Bruceâs jaw clenched at the fading bruises on Y/Nâs face.Â
âDid F/N do this?âÂ
âBruce, I told you I just fell.â The lenses on the cowl narrowed, and Y/N saw the frown grow on the manâs face. Sighing, Y/N scrunched nose and winced when a bruise scrunched with it, âHonestly though Bruce, how did you even get in here? No, how did you even guess this hallway?âÂ
âYouâre rooms this way.â
âAhhhhh!â Y/N screamed and ran into Bruceâs side for protection against the voice.Â
âDick! Ho-wha- why are you here?!âÂ
âWe were worried.â This time Y/N only flinched, and whirled around to see Damian in the Robin costume. He gaped at the pre-teen, âOh my God, you all are just spawning out of nowhere.â Damian grabbed his hand, and Y/N couldnât help but to hold the youngestâs hand. Muscle memory.Â
âY/N, youâre face,â Dick whispered, gently tracing the swollen and discolored skin, âWe thought you were sick.â Y/N smiled, leaning into the palm of Dickâs hand, âI was. Iâm just getting over it, as for the bruises⌠Like I was telling Bruce, I just fell.âÂ
Damianâs grip on Y/Nâs hand tightened and the oldest sibling smiled down at him, âWhatâs wrong Dami?â The youngest gave a small glare through the lenses of the Robin mask, âI find your lies insulting and belittling, Y/N. The truth would be appreciated before things get more drastic.âÂ
â...Excuse me?â Y/N tried to remove his hand from Damianâs grip, and panicked when Robin refused to let go.Â
âY/N, please be honest. What happened?â Dick, in his Nightwing costume, rested his hands on Y/N's shoulders and tried to coax the truth out of the person he sees as his oldest brother. It only made the other tense, and tried to get out of Damianâs grip.Â
âGuys, youâre scaring me.âÂ
âY/N, what happened?â Bruceâs voice did nothing to ease the fear that Y/N was experiencing, and for the first time ever in the time heâs known the Wayne family, Y/N didnât want to be around them. He struggled some more to get away from them, but with Robinâs grip on his hand, Nightwingâs hands on his shoulders, and Batmanâs gaze keeping him in place, Y/N found it harder to move.Â
Batman sighed, and with a nod that Y/N would have missed if he wasnât focused on the man, Nightwingâs hand moved closer to Y/Nâs neck. The otherâs eyes widened, his one free hand moving to stop Nightwing.Â
âWa-â
âGood night, Y/N.â His vision went dark and the only thing he registered was a pair of arms catching him before his body hit the floor.Â
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Y/N woke with a start, in a very familiar room, with raspberry painted bookshelves and dark sheets. His arms shot up to his face, and bandages rested on his cheeks. Looking at his arm and seeing the sleeves of his pajama pants, Y/N closed his eyes in misery and knew that if he were to lift the sleeves, there would be bandages.Â
Sitting up, Y/N grunted and rested his forehead in his hand.Â
âOh good, youâre awake.âÂ
âJayâŚâ Y/N watched the other carefully, watching the taller and bigger man silently move across the room to sit next to him. His nose scrunched, âYour brothers and father have some explaining to do. Where are they?â Jason shrugged, âOut. Donât worry about that, but Y/N, why did you hide this from us?â Y/N stared at Jason for a bit, processing the question and sighing irritably.Â
âCause it's not a big deal. This was the only time andââÂ
âOne time is still too many times!â Jason yelled, startling Y/N. Wide E/C eyes stared into Jasonâs furious blue eyes, the slightest hint of green starting to slowly take over. Y/N gulped, âJason, itâs fine. I am here now, right?â He reached out and grasped Jasonâs larger hand, watching the other calm down with deep breaths. Those blue eyes of his seem to fall on every bandage across Y/Nâs face, before looking back down at their clasped hands.Â
âEveryone was a mess, you know that right?â Y/N chuckled at him, chalking it up to Jason being overdramatic, âYou guys are too funny. I know me going radio silent wasnât appreciated, but you donât need to guilt trip me further.âÂ
âIâm not joking around, Y/N. Everyone was a mess.â There was something in Jasonâs tone that had Y/N pausing. His E/C eyes landed on Jason and watched how those eyes continued to glow green. The larger man took a deep breath and seemed to calm whatever raging thoughts he was having, âBut it's fine now, because you are here.â Y/N furrowed his brow, but smiled nevertheless, âYeah.âÂ
Silence overtook the room and Y/N is still unsure how to proceed. It wasnât rare for the Batfamily to be a bit⌠dramatic. For fucks sake Bruce dresses as a giant furry and terrorizes criminals. However, there was something in Jasonâs tone that had Y/N stilling. Contemplating his next words and wondering if they were the correct ones to say.Â
âYouâre awake.â Y/Nâs head snapped to the door and standing there was Damian. He gave a smile to the youngest Wayne, âDamian, you're not one to usually enter without knocking.â The youngest strolled over and eyes Jasonâs and Y/Nâs hands, âI heard you two talking and figured it would be okay if I entered.â Y/N pursed his lips, âWell, true but Dami you should stillââÂ
âFather wants to talk to you, after dinner.â Green eyes met E/C and there it was again. A glint of something sinister lurking underneath the green. Y/N gulped and outstretched an arm. His palms up like he was approaching a dog, asking to pet it. Damian took the invitation and fell into Y/Nâs embrace. Crawling onto Y/Nâs bed and into the space underneath Y/Nâs arm and against his chest, Damian nuzzled into the space with a content smile.Â
Y/N felt his heart rate spike, something alerting him that he is surrounding himself with something dangerous. Which is preposterous. Yeah, Damian was a little psychotic and so was Jason, but they wouldnât harm Y/N. They wouldnât hurt anyone that didnât deserve it.Â
Yet, Y/N couldnât shake the feeling of something being wrong.Â
âWhen is dinner, Dami?â The younger boy hummed, âAt 5:30.â Y/N glanced at the clock reading 5:25. Sighing, gently nudged the two away, âCâmon we have five minutes. Alfred will be upset with us for being late.â Damian grumbled while Jason outwardly expressed his discontent. When Y/N fully stood up, he noted that his clothes were different.Â
âWho⌠who changed me?â Jason shrugged and Damian continued walking. Y/N looked back down at the sweatpants he was now wearing and the oversized shirt. None of which are his.Â
âI-I should change firstââÂ
âCâmon Y/N, no one cares.âÂ
âIndeed, Drake has shown up before looking horrid. You look wonderful, like always.â Y/N said nothing to address those comments, but the time clicking on the clock had Y/N forgoing dressing and instead grabbing his house slippers. Damian was quick to grab his hand and Jason walked behind like he was protecting Y/N from something.Â
The walk was silent, and there were some bruises on Y/Nâs body that had him wincing sometimes. Nevertheless, when the sound of chatter began to echo through the halls, Y/N controlled his expressions and braced for the question and answers he wanted.Â
âWell, look who finally woke up,â Dick joked and Y/N rolled his eyes, âI donât want to hear that from the people who broke into my house.â He said it as a jest, but some part of Y/N wanted to mean every word he said. The three culprits didnât even pretend to look guilty.Â
Y/N gave Bruce a pointed look, he busied himself by pouring himself, Y/N, Dick, and Jason wine. Damian released Y/Nâs hand to go sit at his respective seat, between Tim and Bruce, while Y/N took his between Bruceâs and Dickâs. Dick smiled at him, âHappy to have you at dinner. They have been quiet for the past few days.â
âIf that is your way of saying I talk too much Dick, may I remind you who is the reason we had to enact a five minute quiet period during meals before.â The man laughed, unbothered by that little fact being thrown into the air.Â
Dinner continued with the usual chatter, arguments, snide remarks, and dirty looks. Y/Nâs absence was barely brought up, and instead he got filled in about what he missed while he was radio-silent. No one questioned the bruises on his face, or the now open secret that Y/N had tried to keep quiet about.Â
âY/N, please see me in my studies.â Bruce gently squeezed Y/Nâs shoulder and Y/N followed, thanking Alfred as he did so and waving to all the brothers. The walk was tense, and something kept stirring in Y/Nâs stomach that he was walking into something dangerous. Not a trap, because a trap means Y/N didnât see it or feel it coming. However, he can feel this one. He can feel this one coming, something that would have his life changing, and yet he still kept walking forward. Itâs the Waynes. His family.Â
They wouldnât do anything he didnât like.Â
Bruceâs study was as dark and aesthetic as Y/N remembers. A dark oak wood desk, bookshelves, the laptop and monitors, and papers. Y/N rarely set foot in here, mainly because there was never a need to, but he remembers being young and playing hide-n-seek in here with Dick.Â
Bruce turned and gently cupped Y/Nâs bruised face, turning it slightly to take in each discolored patch of skin and open wounds. Y/N smiled, âBruce, itâs fine. Iâm fine. You and everyone else are just being overdramatic.âÂ
âIs that what all of this is? Us overreacting?â Y/N gave a nervous chuckle at Bruceâs tone, one heâs heard when the man was Batman.Â
âI mean, considering you broke into my house, that seems excessive.â Bruce released Y/Nâs face and walked behind his desk, and motioned to a stack of papers.Â
âY/N, if entering your home is considered excessive, then I donât know how you are going to handle this.âÂ
âBreak in, Bruce. It was a break in, and what are you talking about?â Y/N picked up the paper, and quickly scanned the document. Bruce watched the color drain from Y/Nâs face and horror take over those bright E/C eyes. They flickered from the top of the page back to the bottom, and then to Bruce and back to the paper.Â
Y/Nâs mouth opened and closed, trying to form words he was desperate to say.Â
Wayne Enterprise Acquires L/N Industries
Bought. Bruce bought L/N Industries. Bruce bought the company from Y/Nâs father, because Y/N isnât the owner, and there is no way in hell that Y/N would have ever signed off on that. His motherâs company, now just a part of the Wayne monopoly.Â
âWha-what is- Why- Bruce! Bruce, what the hell is this?â Eyes filled with betrayal and anger as Y/N glared at Bruce. The man sighed, âIt is as it says. L/N Industries in now under Wayne Enterprise-âÂ
âBut why?! Youâve never shown any interest in the company.â Bruce wasnât interested in L/N Industries. Wayne Enterprise was not a monopoly, and they didnât buy companies unless that company was already going bankrupt. Bruce was interested in Y/Nâs health, and vengeance.Â
âDonât take it personally, because it's not at you.â Y/N rolled his eyes, âIt sure feels like it. Bruce, you know what this company means to me, you canât justââÂ
âWell I did.â Bruce met Y/Nâs gaze head on, âThe company is not in your name, you do not reap the profits, this acquisition was not a jab at you.â Y/N knows who it's a jab at, and he understands why Bruce is angry. However, it does not excuse the fact that this was a jab at the L/N family.Â
Y/N clenched his jaw, âThereâs no way he just signed it over like that.â Bruce handed him another piece of paper and sure enough, there was his fatherâs signature. Y/N stared at the inked lines, wondering just how had Bruce gotten that signature so quickly.Â
âBlackmail really makes people move faster than the Flash.âÂ
âWha⌠what blackmail?â Bruce raised an eyebrow and Y/N closed his eyes in misery, âBruce, I get it. I do. Heâs not a good father, but you didnât have to buy the company. Heâs literally going to ret-â
âYou and I both know he would never retire. You would be working to the bone for him while he reaps all the profit.â Y/N rolls his eyes, and opens his mouth to say something but Bruce cuts him off, âDo NOT roll your eyes at me! Y/N this is serious.âÂ
Momentarily taken aback by the tone of voice, Y/N stared at a fuming Bruce. He processed the reaction and felt the heat in his stomach return, âExcuse you! You literally bought my familyâs company, kind of if not really kidnapped me, and broke into my home! I have every right to be upset, let alone roll my eyes at you.âÂ
âThat place wasnât your home and you know it.âÂ
âDoesnât change anything! That's like saying a break-in at a hotel room doesnât count because the person doesnât live in the hotel room.â Y/N could feel his heart rate pick up, and the reality of it all began setting in.Â
âHoly shit. Fucking hell Bruce.âÂ
âLanguage.âÂ
âDo not âlanguageâ me! Bruce, what the actual hell! All of this is way out of proportion for what happened.â Bruce slammed his hands on his desk, making some papers fly and the cup holding his pens fell. Blue eyes filled with rage glared at Y/N, âYou canât even say what happened! He hit you, Y/N. He beat you like a dog, and animal abusers still go to jail. Heâs getting off with only losing the company.Â
âAnd I know that those bruises are the only ones we do see!â Y/N glared at Bruce, fighting back tears and biting his lips. Bruce sighed, his shoulders deflating and a pained expression on his face. He walked around the desk and hugged Y/N, bringing his son close, âY/N, Iâm sorry. I am. Youâll still be running the company, and will have a final say in things. It's just⌠God, Y/N. Not hearing from you and then seeing you like that...â Bruce took a deep breath, trying to control his emotions, "It was terrifying, Y/N. How could I let you stay there when all of that was done to you?"
Y/N wrapped his arms around Bruce, ignoring the feeling of dread of doing so. He ignored how Bruceâs arms tightened around him, âOh Y/N, please. Please stay here where you are safe.âÂ
He didnât want to admit that it sounded more of an order than a request. This was Bruce! His father in everything but blood and paper.Â
@jaythes1mp Sorry this took so long and is not all in one part! But here is the first half.
TW: Break in, Child Abuse (not the Batfam), and neglect
Publicly, Richard âDickâ Grayson is the oldest Wayne sibling. Taken in by Bruce Wayne at 8-years-old, he is the first child and the oldest. In the eyes of the law and adoption papers. In the eyes of the Wayne family however, the oldest sibling title belongs to Y/N L/N. Similar to the Drakes, the L/Nâs live on the other side of the Waynes, and similar to Tim, Y/N had been left home alone⌠a lot.Â
Which meant he was over, a lot. So much so, he had his own room, Alfred made him a plate for every meal, and he was aware of their little nightly activities. Y/N L/N was a needed normalcy within the Manor, reminding them that there is more to life outside of crime fighting.Â
âDid you see that new cafe?â Y/N asked, looking into Dickâs exhausted eyes while resting his chest against Jasonâs head. Dick shook his head, âNo. Why?â Y/N pouted, âBecause you guys literally broke their windows last night.â Jason winced, remembering the shattering of glass and wide-eyed stares as he handled some thugs.Â
âPlease tell me that isnât the cafe you wanted to go to today.â Dick buried his head in his hands and begged every deity that it was not that cafe. Y/N has been talking about it for weeks and finally found a time where all their schedules aligned so they could do it.Â
âIt was.â Jason and Dick groaned while Y/N stared at them with an annoyed expression. His arms that were wrapped around Jason tightened in a mocking chokehold, knowing that if Jason wanted to he could easily get out and have Y/N pinned. Dick groaned again, âIs⌠is there somewhere else you want to try?âÂ
âNot really.â âFuck!â Jason and Dick stared at one another, trying to figure out a way to still have this day with Y/N. If they donât hurry, the vultures will swoop in and suggest something that will catch Y/Nâs attention andâÂ
âY/N, how about we got to the petting zoo.âÂ
âDami!âÂ
âBuzz off short stack!â Y/N thumped Jasonâs head with his chin, âDonât talk to Dami like that.â The youngest Wayne smiled victoriously while his two older brothers glared at him. Dick looked offended and Jason was actually ready to strangle him. Y/N shook his head, âDami, arenât we going on Friday? Iâm picking you up from school to go.â Damian scrunched his nose, âWe can go twice.âÂ
Y/N couldnât help but to chuckle, âHmmm, those rabbits are cute.â Jasonâs grip tightened, âThe new bookstore in downtown! Thereâs a new bookstore that is supposed to have a cafe attached to it.â Damian scowled at Dick perked up, âYeah, I forgot about that.â Y/N hummed, staring at Jason in concern, âJay, you hate downtown.â Itâs full of rich snobs and people who have nothing better to do than walk the streets in designer clothing.Â
Jason made a face, âItâs our day with you, Iâm fine with it as long as youâre there.â Dick gagged and Damian looked ready to chuck a knife at him. Y/N blinked at the younger man in shock before laughing, âThatâs cute, okay. Letâs go there then.â He released Jason from his hold, unwrapping his arms from Jasonâs neck and standing tall. Dick smiled at Y/N, who was talking to a pouting Damian and ruffling slicked back hair.Â
âAlright, Y/N, I'm assuming youâre ready.â Unlike the Wayne brothers who had a father that did not care why they landed on the NEWS or magazine as long as they didnât kill anyone, Y/Nâs father was different. For someone who was always gone, he had a firm hold and opinions on Y/Nâs life.Â
Bruce may not care that his kids go out looking like they havenât showered in three days, but Y/Nâs dad has ordered the maids to get rid of all the ripped jeans Y/N had because the paparazzi made an opinion on them when Y/N wore them. Jason remembers listening in on that call, and numerous other calls from Mr. L/N, as he hollered at his child he did not care about.Â
âYou are a L/N! If you still want that last name then you will dress like a L/N!â
Unlike Dick and Jason who are dressed in jeans, Y/N is dressed in slacks and a nice polo shirt. His hair was clean and styled and the shoes he wore still shined. The aesthetic is called âold moneyâ and boy did Y/N have that. He and the Wayne siblings have become the newest trend setters in Gotham.Â
Whenever the paparazzi caught them together it was always Old Gotham vs New Gotham. Slacks vs Jeans. Hair combed vs natural. Clean vs Rugged. L/N vs Wayne.Â
They were the topic whenever they were out together, which was a lot. The only reason Mr. L/N hasnât said anything is probably because Bruce is keeping his mouth shut about the child-neglect and abandonment. Point is, seeing the Wayne kids and L/N son together wasnât odd, in fact there were jokes of Bruce Wayne adopting him, but they still always turned heads.Â
âY/N, I am telling you that is a horrible choice and youâre not gonna like it.â Said young man raised an eyebrow at Jason and tutted disappointedly, âJay, you havenât even read it.â The guy motioned at the cover, âLook at it! Dick! Come âere and look at it!â The other made only a side glance at it and sighed, âY/N⌠this is only going to lead to problems.âÂ
âIt is literally a book about romance.â Jason screwed up his face, like someone had shoved a lemon down his throat, âBut like⌠young adult romance. Read the classics.âÂ
âI have read the classics. You have read me the classics. I read them in class and if I have to read how Ms. Elizabeth Barnett falls in love with Mr. Darcy one more time Iâm actually going to throw myself in traffic.â Dick agreed with Y/N on that, remembering all the time he had to read the damn book.Â
âIt's Elizabeth Bennett.âÂ
âJay, I swear to God.âÂ
âAre you sure you read them because thereâs no way someone whoâs read them would get that name wrong.âÂ
âLittle wingââÂ
ââDickie, maybe. But not anybody else.âÂ
ââExcuse you.â Y/N snorted at the now bickering brothers, watching in amusement as Dick pulled Jasonâs ear and Jason to Dickâs hair. Sighing, Y/N stepped between the two. Y/N L/N is possibly the only person, other than Alfred, who would dare do such a thing. Fear was absent on his face as he calmly walked into the dog fight, and helped release their bites with gentle tugs and stern words.Â
âEnough. The line is picking up at the cafe, so let's checkout and head over.â Y/N is the person who quells the fights and mends the bonds. The only person in the Manor that knew how to communicate their feelings and help others realize and communicate theirs.Â
He is the kind, patient, and understanding older brother of the Batfam. Always paying attention to otherâs needs and always willing to listen to someone vent their frustrations and offer sound advice. Y/N is â
ââAnd what about the company?! How come the sales are low this month?âÂ
âFather, they are riding average, itâs just the last month was a boom becauseââÂ
âI donât care about last month! Why are the sales low this month?!âÂ
â not Bruce Wayneâs ward, and therefore there isnât much he can say in this scenario. Bruce listened and watched Y/N slouch as Mr. L/N continued to scream and berate him from across the world. He watched the exhaustion take over Y/Nâs features and the way his forehead creased, Bruce knows that a headache is now present.Â
âIf you still want the company then you better act like it! Enough of prancing around like the money you spend is yours!â Y/N is grateful his father hung up after that, because Y/N had a clapback to that and heâs sure his father would fly back from wherever he is just to smack him around for saying it.Â
Setting his phone down on the coffee table, the weight of the conversation making his shoulders sag and melt into the armchair with a huff. Bruce chuckled at the pout, âFor what it is worth, fluctuating prices are normal in businesses. As long as it doesnât go too low, you are fine.â Y/N smiled at the man, fixing his posture and picking up the mug of coffee.Â
âYou heard all of that?â The man can still remember when he first met Y/N. The property alarm was triggered, and when Bruce and Alfred went out to investigate, an 8-year-old Y/N was there, his hands holding the wild raspberries and his cheeks stuffed like a chipmunk.Â
He huffed at the memory, making Y/N give him a weird look. Bruce had been grateful to Y/Nâs impromptu trespassing, because when Dick came into his care, a now 10-year-old Y/N had welcomed the traumatized and blubbering 8-year-old. Something Bruce had little to no idea how to handle.Â
Then Jason came and that was a wild ride, followed by Steph, then Tim, and now Damian. That's just the Robins. It doesnât include the others that have become family but never took the Robin mantle. Y/N had been there through it all, and welcomed each one with a smile and open arms. At the same time giving Bruce a raised eyebrow and icy glare that screamed, âReally? Another child?âÂ
Y/N never faulted Bruce for his lack of communication, but he did let the man know repeatedly that while words may start fires, they can also put them out. Y/N had laid it on him one time, after a particular nasty fight with Dick and Jason.Â
âFor a man who loves using his vocabulary to start arguments you sure donât have the vocabulary to fix them. What are you, a toddler?âÂ
Mending things with Y/N is always easy, because Y/N does not hold grudges. Not to mention having the emotional intelligence of a therapist, Y/N was always in-tuned to his emotions and whether he was projecting or not. Or if anyone else was. Living in a manor filled with people who have traumatic backstories and skeletons in the closets, Y/N has become the voice of reason and unbiased opinions. Similar to Alfred, just without the sass.Â
âDo you still like raspberries?â Bruce asked, and Y/N nodded, âYou ask this every time a celebration of some sort comes up and the answer is always the same. Yes, I still love raspberries.â Y/N had once confided to Bruce, over a glass of wine, how he had asked his father if he could paint the bookshelves in his room. Little did Mr. L/N know that the color would be burgundy, the closest color to a raspberry he could get without poking someoneâs eye out, and when his father found out he had the bookshelves removed and set ablaze.Â
Y/N got his ass handed to him when Mr. L/N came back from his trip, and was then prohibited from decorating his room without prior approval of design and permission.Â
Bruce had the bookshelves in Y/Nâs room in the manor painted burgundy, and when Y/N saw them, it was like watching a child be told that they were not the bad child. The relief and the path to healing across his face as he took in the bookshelves.
The man watched Y/N sip his cup of coffee, watching how exhaustion seemed to seep off of him like cologne and fill the air with his tired and somewhat annoyed state. Phone calls from Mr. L/N weâre never received well by anybody, and Jason and Tim have more than once thought about sending the hateful man a few messages. Damian offered to ambush him when he came home.Â
Y/N quickly shot those down.
Tim came from nowhere, his face screwed tight and body tense. Y/N gave him a once over, before making space for the college student on the couch. He gave him a worried look-over, âIs everything alright?â Tim melted into Y/Nâs side, huffing and grumbling about something.Â
Bruceâs phone vibrated, and it was a message from Tim sent before he got down here.Â
âItâs in Cabo.â Bruce huffed, already knowing that if Tim was listening then so was everyone else. Referring to Mr. L/N as an âitâ seemed to be everyoneâs favorite pastime. Everyone but Y/Nâs, but as long as it wasnât said around him then it was fine.Â
âYouâre going to the Gala, right?â Tim asked and Y/N nodded, âOf course, when have I ever missed one?â Tim continued to grumble a bit, but relaxed into Y/Nâs side as he ran his fingers through Timâs messy hair. God he loves it when Y/N does this. There was barely anything better than Y/Nâs head massages, easily lulling him to a calm state as everyone mentally prepared for the Gala tonight.Â
When Y/N had turned 13, that is when he started showing up to the Galas representing L/N Industries, and he would be in Bruceâs care while there. Whoever Bruce met, Y/N was expected to make a great impression. Bruce never missed the way Y/N would sometimes stare at the Wayne kids in jealousy as they got to do whatever they want, while he is forced to be an adult and try to win other adults over.Â
Then forced to be yelled at afterwards by his father on the phone afterwards for something miniscule. Either someone commented on a piece of clothing, or how he wasnât smiling, anything that was negative Y/N got yelled at for. It was like Mr. L/N didnât know how to do anything else other than yell at his child.Â
Tim took no offense when the fingers in his hair stopped moving, and Y/Nâs body became limp. The other was knocked out on the couch, napping away the stress and enjoying the weekend. Unlike Tim who had Bruceâs help when managing Wayne Enterprises, Y/N is all on his own. Learning from his dadâs assistant, and also Bruceâs, Y/N was basically alone when his father had forced him to take the mantle. In face only, because as far as Mr. L/N was concerned, the companyâs profit was still his profit. None of it going to Y/N, except as a monthly allowance.Â
Jason had once said he should just stop managing the company, and if his father loved it enough, then heâll take over. Y/N chuckled-the bags under his eyes were deep and he had just gotten over a stress cold- and he said that although his father may care a lot about the profit, it was his late motherâs company and he wouldnât want to embarrass her soul by purposefully failing.Â
However, now all that company did was cause him stress and make him sick more frequently. Bruce had said it was probably stress from his father, and not so much the company, but that didnât stop them all from wishing the company would just go away.Â
Tim looked up Y/N through his eyelashes, taking in the similar dark circles they both shared and how Y/N looks paler than usual, and he knows that Y/Nâs health would only get worse if they targeted the company. His oldest brother would do everything in his power to keep the company afloat, and it would be devastating on both sides. Y/N would run himself ragged trying to keep it alive and that would mean less time with them.Â
âLet him rest, Tim. He needs it.â Everyone has asked Bruce if he plans to do something. However, there isnât much Bruce can do now that Y/N is an adult. Heâs offered a room in a manor for Y/N to stay at forever, but Y/N has always been a bit hesitant about leaving the L/Nâs home. Bruce can understand why.Â
Aged blue eyes observed the steady rise and fall of Y/Nâs chest, and he wondered if there was anything that could convince Y/N to stay here.Â
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âMr. L/N, what a surprise.â A surprise it is too, because instead of Y/N being here, it is his father. The one who was in Cabo earlier today. The man smiled, looking nothing like Y/Nâs, and he held out a hand, âIt has been a while. I figured it was time to show my face and give my son a rest.â Dick stared at Mr. L/N in shock and weariness, not liking how he said âhis son.â If it was a jab at Bruce, it didnât land. Brucie Wayne, the social bug he was, laughed and clapped his hand on Mr. L/Nâs shoulder.Â
âIs Y/N not showing up?â The manâs eyebrow twitched, âNo, unfortunately he felt under the weather so heâs taking a break.â Dickâs eyes narrowed, and Bruceâs smile faltered, âIs that so? How unfortunate, heâs fun to talk to.â Mr. L/Nâs smile tightened, âIndeed.âÂ
The Gala was tense, at least it was for the Wayne family, because Y/N never misses a Gala. Never. Dick saved a slice of raspberry cheesecake, for when Y/N comes over tomorrow. Heâs going to be upset that he missed a fresh slice, but knowing Y/N, heâll worry about missing the Gala. The cheesecake will act as reassurance that no one is mad. They just had to wait until tomorrow, when Y/N will show up.Â
Only he didnât. Dick canât remember the last time he hasnât seen Y/N in a 24-hour period, but he does know that he didnât like it. Almost like there was a force keeping his shoulders tight and chest heavy. Looking around, he could already see the effects it was having on others.Â
He didnât answer his phone, and when they called the L/N Manor, it was one of the maids picking up and stating that Y/N was either out, sleeping, or feeling under the weather. Which doesnât make sense because when Y/N is sick, he is always over at the Wayne manor. No one makes a better chicken noodle soup than Alfred.Â
They let it go. Maybe Y/N wants to be home because his dad is home?Â
Then the next day, there was still no Y/N. Not a text message, not a phone call, complete radio silence. Following radio silence while on patrol, radio silence from Y/N had to be one of the more terrifying forms of silence.Â
There was nothing. His father left late last night, and usually that would mean Y/N would be over. He would be over complaining about his dad and how he needs to work harder. Heâd get a stress cold that would last for two days before he would be back to normal.
Every phone call, every text message going unanswered.Â
âY/N, I swear Iâm about to break into your house. Please answer.â The threat was real and Dick meant every word. Heâs talked Jason, Damian, and surprisingly Tim from doing it but now four days of radio silence was enough to make even Bruce stir-crazy. Batman has become a little more violent throughout the week, and Bruce Wayne a little more stressed looking.Â
âHey! Sorry for the silence, Iâm just not feeling too well. Iâll see you in another few days.â Everyone read the text message, and everyoneâs mind filled with the same idea.Â
âHonestly, with how often heâs with us youâd think he knows better than to lie.â Damianâs nose scrunched, eyeing the message as if it spit in his face. Tim shrugged, âIt just means heâs hiding something.âÂ
Bruce said nothing, falling into the role of silent protector.Â
âYou are not actually going over in your Bat costume are you?âÂ
In the L/N ManorÂ
Y/N walked the dark hallways back to his room. Under his arm was a book and in his other hand was a cup of coffee, still steaming and warming his fingers. The lightning that occasionally flashed filled the area with white light, casting long shadows and creating an eerie atmosphere.Â
When Y/N was younger, he used to sprint back to his room. He hated how dark and silent the hallways are, reminding him that he is alone in a place that does not want him. When he whispered to Dick that he was scared of the lightning, Dick had told Bruce and sure enough Y/N would be spending nights at the Wayne manor whenever it was forecasted to thunderstorm.Â
Y/N had gotten over the fear, but he still occasionally slept over when the forecast predicted rain. Just because he no longer feared it, didnât mean he liked it.Â
Pausing to look out the window like some gothic prince trapped in a tower, Y/N recalled the argument he had with his dad. The older L/N making a surprise visit and berating his child when he first saw him and when he left. Y/N wondered if with the allowance he was given, if he could just move out. Apartments in the upper end of Gotham were expensive, and heâd never hear the end of it if he moved to East Gotham.Â
Not to mention, if he did leave to move out on his own, heâd be further from the Wayne family. Sure, Jason and Dick live on their own, and it wasnât like Tim or Damian needed him around all the time, but it was home for him.Â
Maybe, heâs the one that needs them.
Lightning flashed and there was another reflection in the window.Â
âAhhh!â Y/N threw his cup of coffee at the stranger behind him, and only paused in throwing the book when he saw the familiar cowl.Â
âBruce! What the hell?! Oh my God, oh my God, I think I just lost like 10 years of my life.â Y/N clasped a hand over his heart, trying to calm the organ. Taking deep breaths, he finally managed to steady his heart beat and scrunched his nose at the older man. To which, Bruce Wayne glared back, âWhat happened to your face?âÂ
âOh shit.â Y/N sighed, âNothing Bruce. I just fell, but what are you doing in my house? DidâŚdid you break in?â Y/N tried to get around the taller and bigger man, but Bruce grabbed his arm. He spun Y/N around and thanks to the flash of lightning, Bruceâs jaw clenched at the fading bruises on Y/Nâs face.Â
âDid F/N do this?âÂ
âBruce, I told you I just fell.â The lenses on the cowl narrowed, and Y/N saw the frown grow on the manâs face. Sighing, Y/N scrunched nose and winced when a bruise scrunched with it, âHonestly though Bruce, how did you even get in here? No, how did you even guess this hallway?âÂ
âYouâre rooms this way.â
âAhhhhh!â Y/N screamed and ran into Bruceâs side for protection against the voice.Â
âDick! Ho-wha- why are you here?!âÂ
âWe were worried.â This time Y/N only flinched, and whirled around to see Damian in the Robin costume. He gaped at the pre-teen, âOh my God, you all are just spawning out of nowhere.â Damian grabbed his hand, and Y/N couldnât help but to hold the youngestâs hand. Muscle memory.Â
âY/N, youâre face,â Dick whispered, gently tracing the swollen and discolored skin, âWe thought you were sick.â Y/N smiled, leaning into the palm of Dickâs hand, âI was. Iâm just getting over it, as for the bruises⌠Like I was telling Bruce, I just fell.âÂ
Damianâs grip on Y/Nâs hand tightened and the oldest sibling smiled down at him, âWhatâs wrong Dami?â The youngest gave a small glare through the lenses of the Robin mask, âI find your lies insulting and belittling, Y/N. The truth would be appreciated before things get more drastic.âÂ
â...Excuse me?â Y/N tried to remove his hand from Damianâs grip, and panicked when Robin refused to let go.Â
âY/N, please be honest. What happened?â Dick, in his Nightwing costume, rested his hands on Y/N's shoulders and tried to coax the truth out of the person he sees as his oldest brother. It only made the other tense, and tried to get out of Damianâs grip.Â
âGuys, youâre scaring me.âÂ
âY/N, what happened?â Bruceâs voice did nothing to ease the fear that Y/N was experiencing, and for the first time ever in the time heâs known the Wayne family, Y/N didnât want to be around them. He struggled some more to get away from them, but with Robinâs grip on his hand, Nightwingâs hands on his shoulders, and Batmanâs gaze keeping him in place, Y/N found it harder to move.Â
Batman sighed, and with a nod that Y/N would have missed if he wasnât focused on the man, Nightwingâs hand moved closer to Y/Nâs neck. The otherâs eyes widened, his one free hand moving to stop Nightwing.Â
âWa-â
âGood night, Y/N.â His vision went dark and the only thing he registered was a pair of arms catching him before his body hit the floor.Â
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Y/N woke with a start, in a very familiar room, with raspberry painted bookshelves and dark sheets. His arms shot up to his face, and bandages rested on his cheeks. Looking at his arm and seeing the sleeves of his pajama pants, Y/N closed his eyes in misery and knew that if he were to lift the sleeves, there would be bandages.Â
Sitting up, Y/N grunted and rested his forehead in his hand.Â
âOh good, youâre awake.âÂ
âJayâŚâ Y/N watched the other carefully, watching the taller and bigger man silently move across the room to sit next to him. His nose scrunched, âYour brothers and father have some explaining to do. Where are they?â Jason shrugged, âOut. Donât worry about that, but Y/N, why did you hide this from us?â Y/N stared at Jason for a bit, processing the question and sighing irritably.Â
âCause it's not a big deal. This was the only time andââÂ
âOne time is still too many times!â Jason yelled, startling Y/N. Wide E/C eyes stared into Jasonâs furious blue eyes, the slightest hint of green starting to slowly take over. Y/N gulped, âJason, itâs fine. I am here now, right?â He reached out and grasped Jasonâs larger hand, watching the other calm down with deep breaths. Those blue eyes of his seem to fall on every bandage across Y/Nâs face, before looking back down at their clasped hands.Â
âEveryone was a mess, you know that right?â Y/N chuckled at him, chalking it up to Jason being overdramatic, âYou guys are too funny. I know me going radio silent wasnât appreciated, but you donât need to guilt trip me further.âÂ
âIâm not joking around, Y/N. Everyone was a mess.â There was something in Jasonâs tone that had Y/N pausing. His E/C eyes landed on Jason and watched how those eyes continued to glow green. The larger man took a deep breath and seemed to calm whatever raging thoughts he was having, âBut it's fine now, because you are here.â Y/N furrowed his brow, but smiled nevertheless, âYeah.âÂ
Silence overtook the room and Y/N is still unsure how to proceed. It wasnât rare for the Batfamily to be a bit⌠dramatic. For fucks sake Bruce dresses as a giant furry and terrorizes criminals. However, there was something in Jasonâs tone that had Y/N stilling. Contemplating his next words and wondering if they were the correct ones to say.Â
âYouâre awake.â Y/Nâs head snapped to the door and standing there was Damian. He gave a smile to the youngest Wayne, âDamian, you're not one to usually enter without knocking.â The youngest strolled over and eyes Jasonâs and Y/Nâs hands, âI heard you two talking and figured it would be okay if I entered.â Y/N pursed his lips, âWell, true but Dami you should stillââÂ
âFather wants to talk to you, after dinner.â Green eyes met E/C and there it was again. A glint of something sinister lurking underneath the green. Y/N gulped and outstretched an arm. His palms up like he was approaching a dog, asking to pet it. Damian took the invitation and fell into Y/Nâs embrace. Crawling onto Y/Nâs bed and into the space underneath Y/Nâs arm and against his chest, Damian nuzzled into the space with a content smile.Â
Y/N felt his heart rate spike, something alerting him that he is surrounding himself with something dangerous. Which is preposterous. Yeah, Damian was a little psychotic and so was Jason, but they wouldnât harm Y/N. They wouldnât hurt anyone that didnât deserve it.Â
Yet, Y/N couldnât shake the feeling of something being wrong.Â
âWhen is dinner, Dami?â The younger boy hummed, âAt 5:30.â Y/N glanced at the clock reading 5:25. Sighing, gently nudged the two away, âCâmon we have five minutes. Alfred will be upset with us for being late.â Damian grumbled while Jason outwardly expressed his discontent. When Y/N fully stood up, he noted that his clothes were different.Â
âWho⌠who changed me?â Jason shrugged and Damian continued walking. Y/N looked back down at the sweatpants he was now wearing and the oversized shirt. None of which are his.Â
âI-I should change firstââÂ
âCâmon Y/N, no one cares.âÂ
âIndeed, Drake has shown up before looking horrid. You look wonderful, like always.â Y/N said nothing to address those comments, but the time clicking on the clock had Y/N forgoing dressing and instead grabbing his house slippers. Damian was quick to grab his hand and Jason walked behind like he was protecting Y/N from something.Â
The walk was silent, and there were some bruises on Y/Nâs body that had him wincing sometimes. Nevertheless, when the sound of chatter began to echo through the halls, Y/N controlled his expressions and braced for the question and answers he wanted.Â
âWell, look who finally woke up,â Dick joked and Y/N rolled his eyes, âI donât want to hear that from the people who broke into my house.â He said it as a jest, but some part of Y/N wanted to mean every word he said. The three culprits didnât even pretend to look guilty.Â
Y/N gave Bruce a pointed look, he busied himself by pouring himself, Y/N, Dick, and Jason wine. Damian released Y/Nâs hand to go sit at his respective seat, between Tim and Bruce, while Y/N took his between Bruceâs and Dickâs. Dick smiled at him, âHappy to have you at dinner. They have been quiet for the past few days.â
âIf that is your way of saying I talk too much Dick, may I remind you who is the reason we had to enact a five minute quiet period during meals before.â The man laughed, unbothered by that little fact being thrown into the air.Â
Dinner continued with the usual chatter, arguments, snide remarks, and dirty looks. Y/Nâs absence was barely brought up, and instead he got filled in about what he missed while he was radio-silent. No one questioned the bruises on his face, or the now open secret that Y/N had tried to keep quiet about.Â
âY/N, please see me in my studies.â Bruce gently squeezed Y/Nâs shoulder and Y/N followed, thanking Alfred as he did so and waving to all the brothers. The walk was tense, and something kept stirring in Y/Nâs stomach that he was walking into something dangerous. Not a trap, because a trap means Y/N didnât see it or feel it coming. However, he can feel this one. He can feel this one coming, something that would have his life changing, and yet he still kept walking forward. Itâs the Waynes. His family.Â
They wouldnât do anything he didnât like.Â
Bruceâs study was as dark and aesthetic as Y/N remembers. A dark oak wood desk, bookshelves, the laptop and monitors, and papers. Y/N rarely set foot in here, mainly because there was never a need to, but he remembers being young and playing hide-n-seek in here with Dick.Â
Bruce turned and gently cupped Y/Nâs bruised face, turning it slightly to take in each discolored patch of skin and open wounds. Y/N smiled, âBruce, itâs fine. Iâm fine. You and everyone else are just being overdramatic.âÂ
âIs that what all of this is? Us overreacting?â Y/N gave a nervous chuckle at Bruceâs tone, one heâs heard when the man was Batman.Â
âI mean, considering you broke into my house, that seems excessive.â Bruce released Y/Nâs face and walked behind his desk, and motioned to a stack of papers.Â
âY/N, if entering your home is considered excessive, then I donât know how you are going to handle this.âÂ
âBreak in, Bruce. It was a break in, and what are you talking about?â Y/N picked up the paper, and quickly scanned the document. Bruce watched the color drain from Y/Nâs face and horror take over those bright E/C eyes. They flickered from the top of the page back to the bottom, and then to Bruce and back to the paper.Â
Y/Nâs mouth opened and closed, trying to form words he was desperate to say.Â
Wayne Enterprise Acquires L/N Industries
Bought. Bruce bought L/N Industries. Bruce bought the company from Y/Nâs father, because Y/N isnât the owner, and there is no way in hell that Y/N would have ever signed off on that. His motherâs company, now just a part of the Wayne monopoly.Â
âWha-what is- Why- Bruce! Bruce, what the hell is this?â Eyes filled with betrayal and anger as Y/N glared at Bruce. The man sighed, âIt is as it says. L/N Industries in now under Wayne Enterprise-âÂ
âBut why?! Youâve never shown any interest in the company.â Bruce wasnât interested in L/N Industries. Wayne Enterprise was not a monopoly, and they didnât buy companies unless that company was already going bankrupt. Bruce was interested in Y/Nâs health, and vengeance.Â
âDonât take it personally, because it's not at you.â Y/N rolled his eyes, âIt sure feels like it. Bruce, you know what this company means to me, you canât justââÂ
âWell I did.â Bruce met Y/Nâs gaze head on, âThe company is not in your name, you do not reap the profits, this acquisition was not a jab at you.â Y/N knows who it's a jab at, and he understands why Bruce is angry. However, it does not excuse the fact that this was a jab at the L/N family.Â
Y/N clenched his jaw, âThereâs no way he just signed it over like that.â Bruce handed him another piece of paper and sure enough, there was his fatherâs signature. Y/N stared at the inked lines, wondering just how had Bruce gotten that signature so quickly.Â
âBlackmail really makes people move faster than the Flash.âÂ
âWha⌠what blackmail?â Bruce raised an eyebrow and Y/N closed his eyes in misery, âBruce, I get it. I do. Heâs not a good father, but you didnât have to buy the company. Heâs literally going to ret-â
âYou and I both know he would never retire. You would be working to the bone for him while he reaps all the profit.â Y/N rolls his eyes, and opens his mouth to say something but Bruce cuts him off, âDo NOT roll your eyes at me! Y/N this is serious.âÂ
Momentarily taken aback by the tone of voice, Y/N stared at a fuming Bruce. He processed the reaction and felt the heat in his stomach return, âExcuse you! You literally bought my familyâs company, kind of if not really kidnapped me, and broke into my home! I have every right to be upset, let alone roll my eyes at you.âÂ
âThat place wasnât your home and you know it.âÂ
âDoesnât change anything! That's like saying a break-in at a hotel room doesnât count because the person doesnât live in the hotel room.â Y/N could feel his heart rate pick up, and the reality of it all began setting in.Â
âHoly shit. Fucking hell Bruce.âÂ
âLanguage.âÂ
âDo not âlanguageâ me! Bruce, what the actual hell! All of this is way out of proportion for what happened.â Bruce slammed his hands on his desk, making some papers fly and the cup holding his pens fell. Blue eyes filled with rage glared at Y/N, âYou canât even say what happened! He hit you, Y/N. He beat you like a dog, and animal abusers still go to jail. Heâs getting off with only losing the company.Â
âAnd I know that those bruises are the only ones we do see!â Y/N glared at Bruce, fighting back tears and biting his lips. Bruce sighed, his shoulders deflating and a pained expression on his face. He walked around the desk and hugged Y/N, bringing his son close, âY/N, Iâm sorry. I am. Youâll still be running the company, and will have a final say in things. It's just⌠God, Y/N. Not hearing from you and then seeing you like that...â Bruce took a deep breath, trying to control his emotions, "It was terrifying, Y/N. How could I let you stay there when all of that was done to you?"
Y/N wrapped his arms around Bruce, ignoring the feeling of dread of doing so. He ignored how Bruceâs arms tightened around him, âOh Y/N, please. Please stay here where you are safe.âÂ
He didnât want to admit that it sounded more of an order than a request. This was Bruce! His father in everything but blood and paper.Â
Just a quick sketch of the opening scean when Damian suggestes going to a petting zoo. It's really rushed I'm sorry I've mostly done it to procrastinate on things I have to do đ
I'll probably finish it later, I want to change the shapes of the body's in the background and I really don't like the eyes of the reader, so I'll fix that.
Later I want to paint the front pages of the tabloids, but I'll probably get around to doing that when I actually have time. Or maybe I'll just create gotham tabloids in general cuz thos could be funny af.
Blowing Raspberries
Batfam x Male!Reader Platonic
@jaythes1mp Sorry this took so long and is not all in one part! But here is the first half.
TW: Break in, Child Abuse (not the Batfam), and neglect
Publicly, Richard âDickâ Grayson is the oldest Wayne sibling. Taken in by Bruce Wayne at 8-years-old, he is the first child and the oldest. In the eyes of the law and adoption papers. In the eyes of the Wayne family however, the oldest sibling title belongs to Y/N L/N. Similar to the Drakes, the L/Nâs live on the other side of the Waynes, and similar to Tim, Y/N had been left home alone⌠a lot.Â
Which meant he was over, a lot. So much so, he had his own room, Alfred made him a plate for every meal, and he was aware of their little nightly activities. Y/N L/N was a needed normalcy within the Manor, reminding them that there is more to life outside of crime fighting.Â
âDid you see that new cafe?â Y/N asked, looking into Dickâs exhausted eyes while resting his chest against Jasonâs head. Dick shook his head, âNo. Why?â Y/N pouted, âBecause you guys literally broke their windows last night.â Jason winced, remembering the shattering of glass and wide-eyed stares as he handled some thugs.Â
âPlease tell me that isnât the cafe you wanted to go to today.â Dick buried his head in his hands and begged every deity that it was not that cafe. Y/N has been talking about it for weeks and finally found a time where all their schedules aligned so they could do it.Â
âIt was.â Jason and Dick groaned while Y/N stared at them with an annoyed expression. His arms that were wrapped around Jason tightened in a mocking chokehold, knowing that if Jason wanted to he could easily get out and have Y/N pinned. Dick groaned again, âIs⌠is there somewhere else you want to try?âÂ
âNot really.â âFuck!â Jason and Dick stared at one another, trying to figure out a way to still have this day with Y/N. If they donât hurry, the vultures will swoop in and suggest something that will catch Y/Nâs attention andâÂ
âY/N, how about we got to the petting zoo.âÂ
âDami!âÂ
âBuzz off short stack!â Y/N thumped Jasonâs head with his chin, âDonât talk to Dami like that.â The youngest Wayne smiled victoriously while his two older brothers glared at him. Dick looked offended and Jason was actually ready to strangle him. Y/N shook his head, âDami, arenât we going on Friday? Iâm picking you up from school to go.â Damian scrunched his nose, âWe can go twice.âÂ
Y/N couldnât help but to chuckle, âHmmm, those rabbits are cute.â Jasonâs grip tightened, âThe new bookstore in downtown! Thereâs a new bookstore that is supposed to have a cafe attached to it.â Damian scowled at Dick perked up, âYeah, I forgot about that.â Y/N hummed, staring at Jason in concern, âJay, you hate downtown.â Itâs full of rich snobs and people who have nothing better to do than walk the streets in designer clothing.Â
Jason made a face, âItâs our day with you, Iâm fine with it as long as youâre there.â Dick gagged and Damian looked ready to chuck a knife at him. Y/N blinked at the younger man in shock before laughing, âThatâs cute, okay. Letâs go there then.â He released Jason from his hold, unwrapping his arms from Jasonâs neck and standing tall. Dick smiled at Y/N, who was talking to a pouting Damian and ruffling slicked back hair.Â
âAlright, Y/N, I'm assuming youâre ready.â Unlike the Wayne brothers who had a father that did not care why they landed on the NEWS or magazine as long as they didnât kill anyone, Y/Nâs father was different. For someone who was always gone, he had a firm hold and opinions on Y/Nâs life.Â
Bruce may not care that his kids go out looking like they havenât showered in three days, but Y/Nâs dad has ordered the maids to get rid of all the ripped jeans Y/N had because the paparazzi made an opinion on them when Y/N wore them. Jason remembers listening in on that call, and numerous other calls from Mr. L/N, as he hollered at his child he did not care about.Â
âYou are a L/N! If you still want that last name then you will dress like a L/N!â
Unlike Dick and Jason who are dressed in jeans, Y/N is dressed in slacks and a nice polo shirt. His hair was clean and styled and the shoes he wore still shined. The aesthetic is called âold moneyâ and boy did Y/N have that. He and the Wayne siblings have become the newest trend setters in Gotham.Â
Whenever the paparazzi caught them together it was always Old Gotham vs New Gotham. Slacks vs Jeans. Hair combed vs natural. Clean vs Rugged. L/N vs Wayne.Â
They were the topic whenever they were out together, which was a lot. The only reason Mr. L/N hasnât said anything is probably because Bruce is keeping his mouth shut about the child-neglect and abandonment. Point is, seeing the Wayne kids and L/N son together wasnât odd, in fact there were jokes of Bruce Wayne adopting him, but they still always turned heads.Â
âY/N, I am telling you that is a horrible choice and youâre not gonna like it.â Said young man raised an eyebrow at Jason and tutted disappointedly, âJay, you havenât even read it.â The guy motioned at the cover, âLook at it! Dick! Come âere and look at it!â The other made only a side glance at it and sighed, âY/N⌠this is only going to lead to problems.âÂ
âIt is literally a book about romance.â Jason screwed up his face, like someone had shoved a lemon down his throat, âBut like⌠young adult romance. Read the classics.âÂ
âI have read the classics. You have read me the classics. I read them in class and if I have to read how Ms. Elizabeth Barnett falls in love with Mr. Darcy one more time Iâm actually going to throw myself in traffic.â Dick agreed with Y/N on that, remembering all the time he had to read the damn book.Â
âIt's Elizabeth Bennett.âÂ
âJay, I swear to God.âÂ
âAre you sure you read them because thereâs no way someone whoâs read them would get that name wrong.âÂ
âLittle wingââÂ
ââDickie, maybe. But not anybody else.âÂ
ââExcuse you.â Y/N snorted at the now bickering brothers, watching in amusement as Dick pulled Jasonâs ear and Jason to Dickâs hair. Sighing, Y/N stepped between the two. Y/N L/N is possibly the only person, other than Alfred, who would dare do such a thing. Fear was absent on his face as he calmly walked into the dog fight, and helped release their bites with gentle tugs and stern words.Â
âEnough. The line is picking up at the cafe, so let's checkout and head over.â Y/N is the person who quells the fights and mends the bonds. The only person in the Manor that knew how to communicate their feelings and help others realize and communicate theirs.Â
He is the kind, patient, and understanding older brother of the Batfam. Always paying attention to otherâs needs and always willing to listen to someone vent their frustrations and offer sound advice. Y/N is â
ââAnd what about the company?! How come the sales are low this month?âÂ
âFather, they are riding average, itâs just the last month was a boom becauseââÂ
âI donât care about last month! Why are the sales low this month?!âÂ
â not Bruce Wayneâs ward, and therefore there isnât much he can say in this scenario. Bruce listened and watched Y/N slouch as Mr. L/N continued to scream and berate him from across the world. He watched the exhaustion take over Y/Nâs features and the way his forehead creased, Bruce knows that a headache is now present.Â
âIf you still want the company then you better act like it! Enough of prancing around like the money you spend is yours!â Y/N is grateful his father hung up after that, because Y/N had a clapback to that and heâs sure his father would fly back from wherever he is just to smack him around for saying it.Â
Setting his phone down on the coffee table, the weight of the conversation making his shoulders sag and melt into the armchair with a huff. Bruce chuckled at the pout, âFor what it is worth, fluctuating prices are normal in businesses. As long as it doesnât go too low, you are fine.â Y/N smiled at the man, fixing his posture and picking up the mug of coffee.Â
âYou heard all of that?â The man can still remember when he first met Y/N. The property alarm was triggered, and when Bruce and Alfred went out to investigate, an 8-year-old Y/N was there, his hands holding the wild raspberries and his cheeks stuffed like a chipmunk.Â
He huffed at the memory, making Y/N give him a weird look. Bruce had been grateful to Y/Nâs impromptu trespassing, because when Dick came into his care, a now 10-year-old Y/N had welcomed the traumatized and blubbering 8-year-old. Something Bruce had little to no idea how to handle.Â
Then Jason came and that was a wild ride, followed by Steph, then Tim, and now Damian. That's just the Robins. It doesnât include the others that have become family but never took the Robin mantle. Y/N had been there through it all, and welcomed each one with a smile and open arms. At the same time giving Bruce a raised eyebrow and icy glare that screamed, âReally? Another child?âÂ
Y/N never faulted Bruce for his lack of communication, but he did let the man know repeatedly that while words may start fires, they can also put them out. Y/N had laid it on him one time, after a particular nasty fight with Dick and Jason.Â
âFor a man who loves using his vocabulary to start arguments you sure donât have the vocabulary to fix them. What are you, a toddler?âÂ
Mending things with Y/N is always easy, because Y/N does not hold grudges. Not to mention having the emotional intelligence of a therapist, Y/N was always in-tuned to his emotions and whether he was projecting or not. Or if anyone else was. Living in a manor filled with people who have traumatic backstories and skeletons in the closets, Y/N has become the voice of reason and unbiased opinions. Similar to Alfred, just without the sass.Â
âDo you still like raspberries?â Bruce asked, and Y/N nodded, âYou ask this every time a celebration of some sort comes up and the answer is always the same. Yes, I still love raspberries.â Y/N had once confided to Bruce, over a glass of wine, how he had asked his father if he could paint the bookshelves in his room. Little did Mr. L/N know that the color would be burgundy, the closest color to a raspberry he could get without poking someoneâs eye out, and when his father found out he had the bookshelves removed and set ablaze.Â
Y/N got his ass handed to him when Mr. L/N came back from his trip, and was then prohibited from decorating his room without prior approval of design and permission.Â
Bruce had the bookshelves in Y/Nâs room in the manor painted burgundy, and when Y/N saw them, it was like watching a child be told that they were not the bad child. The relief and the path to healing across his face as he took in the bookshelves.
The man watched Y/N sip his cup of coffee, watching how exhaustion seemed to seep off of him like cologne and fill the air with his tired and somewhat annoyed state. Phone calls from Mr. L/N weâre never received well by anybody, and Jason and Tim have more than once thought about sending the hateful man a few messages. Damian offered to ambush him when he came home.Â
Y/N quickly shot those down.
Tim came from nowhere, his face screwed tight and body tense. Y/N gave him a once over, before making space for the college student on the couch. He gave him a worried look-over, âIs everything alright?â Tim melted into Y/Nâs side, huffing and grumbling about something.Â
Bruceâs phone vibrated, and it was a message from Tim sent before he got down here.Â
âItâs in Cabo.â Bruce huffed, already knowing that if Tim was listening then so was everyone else. Referring to Mr. L/N as an âitâ seemed to be everyoneâs favorite pastime. Everyone but Y/Nâs, but as long as it wasnât said around him then it was fine.Â
âYouâre going to the Gala, right?â Tim asked and Y/N nodded, âOf course, when have I ever missed one?â Tim continued to grumble a bit, but relaxed into Y/Nâs side as he ran his fingers through Timâs messy hair. God he loves it when Y/N does this. There was barely anything better than Y/Nâs head massages, easily lulling him to a calm state as everyone mentally prepared for the Gala tonight.Â
When Y/N had turned 13, that is when he started showing up to the Galas representing L/N Industries, and he would be in Bruceâs care while there. Whoever Bruce met, Y/N was expected to make a great impression. Bruce never missed the way Y/N would sometimes stare at the Wayne kids in jealousy as they got to do whatever they want, while he is forced to be an adult and try to win other adults over.Â
Then forced to be yelled at afterwards by his father on the phone afterwards for something miniscule. Either someone commented on a piece of clothing, or how he wasnât smiling, anything that was negative Y/N got yelled at for. It was like Mr. L/N didnât know how to do anything else other than yell at his child.Â
Tim took no offense when the fingers in his hair stopped moving, and Y/Nâs body became limp. The other was knocked out on the couch, napping away the stress and enjoying the weekend. Unlike Tim who had Bruceâs help when managing Wayne Enterprises, Y/N is all on his own. Learning from his dadâs assistant, and also Bruceâs, Y/N was basically alone when his father had forced him to take the mantle. In face only, because as far as Mr. L/N was concerned, the companyâs profit was still his profit. None of it going to Y/N, except as a monthly allowance.Â
Jason had once said he should just stop managing the company, and if his father loved it enough, then heâll take over. Y/N chuckled-the bags under his eyes were deep and he had just gotten over a stress cold- and he said that although his father may care a lot about the profit, it was his late motherâs company and he wouldnât want to embarrass her soul by purposefully failing.Â
However, now all that company did was cause him stress and make him sick more frequently. Bruce had said it was probably stress from his father, and not so much the company, but that didnât stop them all from wishing the company would just go away.Â
Tim looked up Y/N through his eyelashes, taking in the similar dark circles they both shared and how Y/N looks paler than usual, and he knows that Y/Nâs health would only get worse if they targeted the company. His oldest brother would do everything in his power to keep the company afloat, and it would be devastating on both sides. Y/N would run himself ragged trying to keep it alive and that would mean less time with them.Â
âLet him rest, Tim. He needs it.â Everyone has asked Bruce if he plans to do something. However, there isnât much Bruce can do now that Y/N is an adult. Heâs offered a room in a manor for Y/N to stay at forever, but Y/N has always been a bit hesitant about leaving the L/Nâs home. Bruce can understand why.Â
Aged blue eyes observed the steady rise and fall of Y/Nâs chest, and he wondered if there was anything that could convince Y/N to stay here.Â
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âMr. L/N, what a surprise.â A surprise it is too, because instead of Y/N being here, it is his father. The one who was in Cabo earlier today. The man smiled, looking nothing like Y/Nâs, and he held out a hand, âIt has been a while. I figured it was time to show my face and give my son a rest.â Dick stared at Mr. L/N in shock and weariness, not liking how he said âhis son.â If it was a jab at Bruce, it didnât land. Brucie Wayne, the social bug he was, laughed and clapped his hand on Mr. L/Nâs shoulder.Â
âIs Y/N not showing up?â The manâs eyebrow twitched, âNo, unfortunately he felt under the weather so heâs taking a break.â Dickâs eyes narrowed, and Bruceâs smile faltered, âIs that so? How unfortunate, heâs fun to talk to.â Mr. L/Nâs smile tightened, âIndeed.âÂ
The Gala was tense, at least it was for the Wayne family, because Y/N never misses a Gala. Never. Dick saved a slice of raspberry cheesecake, for when Y/N comes over tomorrow. Heâs going to be upset that he missed a fresh slice, but knowing Y/N, heâll worry about missing the Gala. The cheesecake will act as reassurance that no one is mad. They just had to wait until tomorrow, when Y/N will show up.Â
Only he didnât. Dick canât remember the last time he hasnât seen Y/N in a 24-hour period, but he does know that he didnât like it. Almost like there was a force keeping his shoulders tight and chest heavy. Looking around, he could already see the effects it was having on others.Â
He didnât answer his phone, and when they called the L/N Manor, it was one of the maids picking up and stating that Y/N was either out, sleeping, or feeling under the weather. Which doesnât make sense because when Y/N is sick, he is always over at the Wayne manor. No one makes a better chicken noodle soup than Alfred.Â
They let it go. Maybe Y/N wants to be home because his dad is home?Â
Then the next day, there was still no Y/N. Not a text message, not a phone call, complete radio silence. Following radio silence while on patrol, radio silence from Y/N had to be one of the more terrifying forms of silence.Â
There was nothing. His father left late last night, and usually that would mean Y/N would be over. He would be over complaining about his dad and how he needs to work harder. Heâd get a stress cold that would last for two days before he would be back to normal.
Every phone call, every text message going unanswered.Â
âY/N, I swear Iâm about to break into your house. Please answer.â The threat was real and Dick meant every word. Heâs talked Jason, Damian, and surprisingly Tim from doing it but now four days of radio silence was enough to make even Bruce stir-crazy. Batman has become a little more violent throughout the week, and Bruce Wayne a little more stressed looking.Â
âHey! Sorry for the silence, Iâm just not feeling too well. Iâll see you in another few days.â Everyone read the text message, and everyoneâs mind filled with the same idea.Â
âHonestly, with how often heâs with us youâd think he knows better than to lie.â Damianâs nose scrunched, eyeing the message as if it spit in his face. Tim shrugged, âIt just means heâs hiding something.âÂ
Bruce said nothing, falling into the role of silent protector.Â
âYou are not actually going over in your Bat costume are you?âÂ
In the L/N ManorÂ
Y/N walked the dark hallways back to his room. Under his arm was a book and in his other hand was a cup of coffee, still steaming and warming his fingers. The lightning that occasionally flashed filled the area with white light, casting long shadows and creating an eerie atmosphere.Â
When Y/N was younger, he used to sprint back to his room. He hated how dark and silent the hallways are, reminding him that he is alone in a place that does not want him. When he whispered to Dick that he was scared of the lightning, Dick had told Bruce and sure enough Y/N would be spending nights at the Wayne manor whenever it was forecasted to thunderstorm.Â
Y/N had gotten over the fear, but he still occasionally slept over when the forecast predicted rain. Just because he no longer feared it, didnât mean he liked it.Â
Pausing to look out the window like some gothic prince trapped in a tower, Y/N recalled the argument he had with his dad. The older L/N making a surprise visit and berating his child when he first saw him and when he left. Y/N wondered if with the allowance he was given, if he could just move out. Apartments in the upper end of Gotham were expensive, and heâd never hear the end of it if he moved to East Gotham.Â
Not to mention, if he did leave to move out on his own, heâd be further from the Wayne family. Sure, Jason and Dick live on their own, and it wasnât like Tim or Damian needed him around all the time, but it was home for him.Â
Maybe, heâs the one that needs them.
Lightning flashed and there was another reflection in the window.Â
âAhhh!â Y/N threw his cup of coffee at the stranger behind him, and only paused in throwing the book when he saw the familiar cowl.Â
âBruce! What the hell?! Oh my God, oh my God, I think I just lost like 10 years of my life.â Y/N clasped a hand over his heart, trying to calm the organ. Taking deep breaths, he finally managed to steady his heart beat and scrunched his nose at the older man. To which, Bruce Wayne glared back, âWhat happened to your face?âÂ
âOh shit.â Y/N sighed, âNothing Bruce. I just fell, but what are you doing in my house? DidâŚdid you break in?â Y/N tried to get around the taller and bigger man, but Bruce grabbed his arm. He spun Y/N around and thanks to the flash of lightning, Bruceâs jaw clenched at the fading bruises on Y/Nâs face.Â
âDid F/N do this?âÂ
âBruce, I told you I just fell.â The lenses on the cowl narrowed, and Y/N saw the frown grow on the manâs face. Sighing, Y/N scrunched nose and winced when a bruise scrunched with it, âHonestly though Bruce, how did you even get in here? No, how did you even guess this hallway?âÂ
âYouâre rooms this way.â
âAhhhhh!â Y/N screamed and ran into Bruceâs side for protection against the voice.Â
âDick! Ho-wha- why are you here?!âÂ
âWe were worried.â This time Y/N only flinched, and whirled around to see Damian in the Robin costume. He gaped at the pre-teen, âOh my God, you all are just spawning out of nowhere.â Damian grabbed his hand, and Y/N couldnât help but to hold the youngestâs hand. Muscle memory.Â
âY/N, youâre face,â Dick whispered, gently tracing the swollen and discolored skin, âWe thought you were sick.â Y/N smiled, leaning into the palm of Dickâs hand, âI was. Iâm just getting over it, as for the bruises⌠Like I was telling Bruce, I just fell.âÂ
Damianâs grip on Y/Nâs hand tightened and the oldest sibling smiled down at him, âWhatâs wrong Dami?â The youngest gave a small glare through the lenses of the Robin mask, âI find your lies insulting and belittling, Y/N. The truth would be appreciated before things get more drastic.âÂ
â...Excuse me?â Y/N tried to remove his hand from Damianâs grip, and panicked when Robin refused to let go.Â
âY/N, please be honest. What happened?â Dick, in his Nightwing costume, rested his hands on Y/N's shoulders and tried to coax the truth out of the person he sees as his oldest brother. It only made the other tense, and tried to get out of Damianâs grip.Â
âGuys, youâre scaring me.âÂ
âY/N, what happened?â Bruceâs voice did nothing to ease the fear that Y/N was experiencing, and for the first time ever in the time heâs known the Wayne family, Y/N didnât want to be around them. He struggled some more to get away from them, but with Robinâs grip on his hand, Nightwingâs hands on his shoulders, and Batmanâs gaze keeping him in place, Y/N found it harder to move.Â
Batman sighed, and with a nod that Y/N would have missed if he wasnât focused on the man, Nightwingâs hand moved closer to Y/Nâs neck. The otherâs eyes widened, his one free hand moving to stop Nightwing.Â
âWa-â
âGood night, Y/N.â His vision went dark and the only thing he registered was a pair of arms catching him before his body hit the floor.Â
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Y/N woke with a start, in a very familiar room, with raspberry painted bookshelves and dark sheets. His arms shot up to his face, and bandages rested on his cheeks. Looking at his arm and seeing the sleeves of his pajama pants, Y/N closed his eyes in misery and knew that if he were to lift the sleeves, there would be bandages.Â
Sitting up, Y/N grunted and rested his forehead in his hand.Â
âOh good, youâre awake.âÂ
âJayâŚâ Y/N watched the other carefully, watching the taller and bigger man silently move across the room to sit next to him. His nose scrunched, âYour brothers and father have some explaining to do. Where are they?â Jason shrugged, âOut. Donât worry about that, but Y/N, why did you hide this from us?â Y/N stared at Jason for a bit, processing the question and sighing irritably.Â
âCause it's not a big deal. This was the only time andââÂ
âOne time is still too many times!â Jason yelled, startling Y/N. Wide E/C eyes stared into Jasonâs furious blue eyes, the slightest hint of green starting to slowly take over. Y/N gulped, âJason, itâs fine. I am here now, right?â He reached out and grasped Jasonâs larger hand, watching the other calm down with deep breaths. Those blue eyes of his seem to fall on every bandage across Y/Nâs face, before looking back down at their clasped hands.Â
âEveryone was a mess, you know that right?â Y/N chuckled at him, chalking it up to Jason being overdramatic, âYou guys are too funny. I know me going radio silent wasnât appreciated, but you donât need to guilt trip me further.âÂ
âIâm not joking around, Y/N. Everyone was a mess.â There was something in Jasonâs tone that had Y/N pausing. His E/C eyes landed on Jason and watched how those eyes continued to glow green. The larger man took a deep breath and seemed to calm whatever raging thoughts he was having, âBut it's fine now, because you are here.â Y/N furrowed his brow, but smiled nevertheless, âYeah.âÂ
Silence overtook the room and Y/N is still unsure how to proceed. It wasnât rare for the Batfamily to be a bit⌠dramatic. For fucks sake Bruce dresses as a giant furry and terrorizes criminals. However, there was something in Jasonâs tone that had Y/N stilling. Contemplating his next words and wondering if they were the correct ones to say.Â
âYouâre awake.â Y/Nâs head snapped to the door and standing there was Damian. He gave a smile to the youngest Wayne, âDamian, you're not one to usually enter without knocking.â The youngest strolled over and eyes Jasonâs and Y/Nâs hands, âI heard you two talking and figured it would be okay if I entered.â Y/N pursed his lips, âWell, true but Dami you should stillââÂ
âFather wants to talk to you, after dinner.â Green eyes met E/C and there it was again. A glint of something sinister lurking underneath the green. Y/N gulped and outstretched an arm. His palms up like he was approaching a dog, asking to pet it. Damian took the invitation and fell into Y/Nâs embrace. Crawling onto Y/Nâs bed and into the space underneath Y/Nâs arm and against his chest, Damian nuzzled into the space with a content smile.Â
Y/N felt his heart rate spike, something alerting him that he is surrounding himself with something dangerous. Which is preposterous. Yeah, Damian was a little psychotic and so was Jason, but they wouldnât harm Y/N. They wouldnât hurt anyone that didnât deserve it.Â
Yet, Y/N couldnât shake the feeling of something being wrong.Â
âWhen is dinner, Dami?â The younger boy hummed, âAt 5:30.â Y/N glanced at the clock reading 5:25. Sighing, gently nudged the two away, âCâmon we have five minutes. Alfred will be upset with us for being late.â Damian grumbled while Jason outwardly expressed his discontent. When Y/N fully stood up, he noted that his clothes were different.Â
âWho⌠who changed me?â Jason shrugged and Damian continued walking. Y/N looked back down at the sweatpants he was now wearing and the oversized shirt. None of which are his.Â
âI-I should change firstââÂ
âCâmon Y/N, no one cares.âÂ
âIndeed, Drake has shown up before looking horrid. You look wonderful, like always.â Y/N said nothing to address those comments, but the time clicking on the clock had Y/N forgoing dressing and instead grabbing his house slippers. Damian was quick to grab his hand and Jason walked behind like he was protecting Y/N from something.Â
The walk was silent, and there were some bruises on Y/Nâs body that had him wincing sometimes. Nevertheless, when the sound of chatter began to echo through the halls, Y/N controlled his expressions and braced for the question and answers he wanted.Â
âWell, look who finally woke up,â Dick joked and Y/N rolled his eyes, âI donât want to hear that from the people who broke into my house.â He said it as a jest, but some part of Y/N wanted to mean every word he said. The three culprits didnât even pretend to look guilty.Â
Y/N gave Bruce a pointed look, he busied himself by pouring himself, Y/N, Dick, and Jason wine. Damian released Y/Nâs hand to go sit at his respective seat, between Tim and Bruce, while Y/N took his between Bruceâs and Dickâs. Dick smiled at him, âHappy to have you at dinner. They have been quiet for the past few days.â
âIf that is your way of saying I talk too much Dick, may I remind you who is the reason we had to enact a five minute quiet period during meals before.â The man laughed, unbothered by that little fact being thrown into the air.Â
Dinner continued with the usual chatter, arguments, snide remarks, and dirty looks. Y/Nâs absence was barely brought up, and instead he got filled in about what he missed while he was radio-silent. No one questioned the bruises on his face, or the now open secret that Y/N had tried to keep quiet about.Â
âY/N, please see me in my studies.â Bruce gently squeezed Y/Nâs shoulder and Y/N followed, thanking Alfred as he did so and waving to all the brothers. The walk was tense, and something kept stirring in Y/Nâs stomach that he was walking into something dangerous. Not a trap, because a trap means Y/N didnât see it or feel it coming. However, he can feel this one. He can feel this one coming, something that would have his life changing, and yet he still kept walking forward. Itâs the Waynes. His family.Â
They wouldnât do anything he didnât like.Â
Bruceâs study was as dark and aesthetic as Y/N remembers. A dark oak wood desk, bookshelves, the laptop and monitors, and papers. Y/N rarely set foot in here, mainly because there was never a need to, but he remembers being young and playing hide-n-seek in here with Dick.Â
Bruce turned and gently cupped Y/Nâs bruised face, turning it slightly to take in each discolored patch of skin and open wounds. Y/N smiled, âBruce, itâs fine. Iâm fine. You and everyone else are just being overdramatic.âÂ
âIs that what all of this is? Us overreacting?â Y/N gave a nervous chuckle at Bruceâs tone, one heâs heard when the man was Batman.Â
âI mean, considering you broke into my house, that seems excessive.â Bruce released Y/Nâs face and walked behind his desk, and motioned to a stack of papers.Â
âY/N, if entering your home is considered excessive, then I donât know how you are going to handle this.âÂ
âBreak in, Bruce. It was a break in, and what are you talking about?â Y/N picked up the paper, and quickly scanned the document. Bruce watched the color drain from Y/Nâs face and horror take over those bright E/C eyes. They flickered from the top of the page back to the bottom, and then to Bruce and back to the paper.Â
Y/Nâs mouth opened and closed, trying to form words he was desperate to say.Â
Wayne Enterprise Acquires L/N Industries
Bought. Bruce bought L/N Industries. Bruce bought the company from Y/Nâs father, because Y/N isnât the owner, and there is no way in hell that Y/N would have ever signed off on that. His motherâs company, now just a part of the Wayne monopoly.Â
âWha-what is- Why- Bruce! Bruce, what the hell is this?â Eyes filled with betrayal and anger as Y/N glared at Bruce. The man sighed, âIt is as it says. L/N Industries in now under Wayne Enterprise-âÂ
âBut why?! Youâve never shown any interest in the company.â Bruce wasnât interested in L/N Industries. Wayne Enterprise was not a monopoly, and they didnât buy companies unless that company was already going bankrupt. Bruce was interested in Y/Nâs health, and vengeance.Â
âDonât take it personally, because it's not at you.â Y/N rolled his eyes, âIt sure feels like it. Bruce, you know what this company means to me, you canât justââÂ
âWell I did.â Bruce met Y/Nâs gaze head on, âThe company is not in your name, you do not reap the profits, this acquisition was not a jab at you.â Y/N knows who it's a jab at, and he understands why Bruce is angry. However, it does not excuse the fact that this was a jab at the L/N family.Â
Y/N clenched his jaw, âThereâs no way he just signed it over like that.â Bruce handed him another piece of paper and sure enough, there was his fatherâs signature. Y/N stared at the inked lines, wondering just how had Bruce gotten that signature so quickly.Â
âBlackmail really makes people move faster than the Flash.âÂ
âWha⌠what blackmail?â Bruce raised an eyebrow and Y/N closed his eyes in misery, âBruce, I get it. I do. Heâs not a good father, but you didnât have to buy the company. Heâs literally going to ret-â
âYou and I both know he would never retire. You would be working to the bone for him while he reaps all the profit.â Y/N rolls his eyes, and opens his mouth to say something but Bruce cuts him off, âDo NOT roll your eyes at me! Y/N this is serious.âÂ
Momentarily taken aback by the tone of voice, Y/N stared at a fuming Bruce. He processed the reaction and felt the heat in his stomach return, âExcuse you! You literally bought my familyâs company, kind of if not really kidnapped me, and broke into my home! I have every right to be upset, let alone roll my eyes at you.âÂ
âThat place wasnât your home and you know it.âÂ
âDoesnât change anything! That's like saying a break-in at a hotel room doesnât count because the person doesnât live in the hotel room.â Y/N could feel his heart rate pick up, and the reality of it all began setting in.Â
âHoly shit. Fucking hell Bruce.âÂ
âLanguage.âÂ
âDo not âlanguageâ me! Bruce, what the actual hell! All of this is way out of proportion for what happened.â Bruce slammed his hands on his desk, making some papers fly and the cup holding his pens fell. Blue eyes filled with rage glared at Y/N, âYou canât even say what happened! He hit you, Y/N. He beat you like a dog, and animal abusers still go to jail. Heâs getting off with only losing the company.Â
âAnd I know that those bruises are the only ones we do see!â Y/N glared at Bruce, fighting back tears and biting his lips. Bruce sighed, his shoulders deflating and a pained expression on his face. He walked around the desk and hugged Y/N, bringing his son close, âY/N, Iâm sorry. I am. Youâll still be running the company, and will have a final say in things. It's just⌠God, Y/N. Not hearing from you and then seeing you like that...â Bruce took a deep breath, trying to control his emotions, "It was terrifying, Y/N. How could I let you stay there when all of that was done to you?"
Y/N wrapped his arms around Bruce, ignoring the feeling of dread of doing so. He ignored how Bruceâs arms tightened around him, âOh Y/N, please. Please stay here where you are safe.âÂ
He didnât want to admit that it sounded more of an order than a request. This was Bruce! His father in everything but blood and paper.Â
Wooooooooooooooooooow another batman fanart pice. What a shocker(not really). This time I decided to draw Damian Wayne instead. It took me like 2h it's not the best I wish I rendered the sword a bit more but ow well. It's still better than the horrific Tim drake fan art I maid lest time I posted, that thing is truly the worse thing I made in mounts I hate it so much.
I haven't posted anything in a while so here goes a pice of fanart that I really really hate, like the sketch was ok but the exception is just terrible. Like I don't I just hate how I did the head and everything about it. If you have any ideas on how to fix it please let me know.
The drawings aren't the best, more of a quick sketch than anything but yeah, hope you like it
Glass Bones and Paper Skin
Platonic! Bruce x Model! GN! Reader
More Platonic Bruce x Reader than Batfam, but they are mentioned and will have a bigger role in the future.
Trigger Warnings: Hint at suicide, Body Issues, Eating problems (not a disorder), Child Neglect
Just a reminder for everyone, your bodies are perfect and beautiful! Don't let anyone else tell you otherwise.
Blinding lights and hundreds of eyes are enough to thwart people from the runway. It makes people stumble, trip, or even run from it. Their mind focuses on if they mess up, the world will see. Their managers, agencies, everyone will forever refer to it when they ask them to walk for them again.Â
They focus on their walk, the way the clothing either hugs or drapes off their bodies, how the shoes donât fit, the way their hair is styled, and how the makeup can burn. They try not to focus on how their stomachs ache, how the heels cut into the thin skin on their feet, and that everyone in this room that is dressed and prepped, are equally or more or less beautiful than them.Â
Y/N L/N seemed to be the topic of conversation at all of these events. A newer runway model who has been eating it up. From their first runway debut to this one, they have always left people in awe and dropping to their knees for more. It is hard to believe that they are only 18. Y/N has been a photoshoot model since 15, but on their birthday when they turned 18, they finally agreed to their agencyâs desire to make them take on the runway.Â
It was the best choice for their career. Y/Nâs manager was the daughter of their motherâs manager, back when she was alive and used to do modeling. Her manager threw her own daughter at Y/N, and stated that they were the best people to work with because they know Y/N. Whether Y/N was cursed or not âthey have yet to figure that outâ has nearly the same exact features as their mother and the same âair.â One that demanded everyone to pay attention to them, and is a natural for posing and had a natural strut.Â
Theyâve been right, and Y/N doesnât know if it is because of them that they all made it this far. They knew what looked best on Y/N and what wouldnât work. They knew which designers would adore them and which designers wouldnât fit.Â
Those who know Y/N though understand that the âairâ was only on the runways and photoshoots. Y/N is actually a very demure person, while not a wallflower, they were someone who could blend in the crowd.Â
Alfred once told them that every country should be grateful to not have Y/N working against them, because Y/N can just disappear.Â
âY/N, are you ready?â They smiled at their fellow models, slipping into the person of Y/N L/N, child of M/N L/N and Bruce Wayne, and nodding, âOf course. When am I not?âÂ
Cheryl whistled, a fellow model that has been Y/Nâs mentor in some way, walking around Y/N and smiling, âDesigners sure know how to dress you up. I think almost every runway walk has had your hips on displayâ Y/N chuckled at her, âItâs because of these hips dips. You can probably drink soup out of them.âÂ
âIf it was ice cream Iâd be down, but not soup.â Jon was another model who has been in the scene for a long time. He was a handsome man with a diamond face.Â
âModels get ready.â A shuffling of feet and high heels clip clopping sounded in the backstage, and Y/N took their place in front of everyone. They will be the one opening the show today, an honor that the 18-year-old took gratefully.Â
Opening a show was a big deal, setting the tone for the show in general and also the tempo. Y/N took a deep breath, and at the cue, their mind went blank as they began walking. Their eyes focused on the end camera, and the walk on beat to the music. Once at the end, they looked directly into the camera and struck a pose. Highlighting the slit hips and underboob design, showing off the almost sheer fabric that had the slightest hint of shimmer in them. A statement piece.Â
Turning around they walked back to where they emerged from, making sure they kept their face in control for the last camera. However, a sight at the corner of their eye momentarily broke them out of their blank space. Five familiar people that should not be here. Sitting in the front row, wearing nice tuxedos, and almost making Y/N stumble.Â
Almost. Controlling their features, Y/N returned their focus to the camera and disappeared in the entrance they emerged from. Smiling at all the 'congratulationsâ âyou looked great,â âyou look beautiful,â they went back to their manager, Maya, and whispered, âI need you to confirm five people in the front row on the left side. They are four chairs down from the camera.â
Maya nodded, scurrying away and without a doubt checking it out. Y/N could feel the curiosity and dread build in their stomach. If they are who Y/N thinks they are, then the after party is going to be interesting.Â
âWhatâs wrong?â Jon wrapped an arm around Y/Nâs shoulder, bringing Y/N out their thoughts, âNothing really. Just thought I saw some familiar faces.â Jon made a weird face, but dropped the issue when another model, Logan, strolled on over.Â
âDid you see them?âÂ
âSee who?âÂ
âThe Wayne family! They are in the front row!â Y/N closed their eyes in misery and a headache began forming. They saw Maya running back, her face pale and a large frown on her face. Jon glanced at Y/N, taking in the annoyed expression and scrunched nose, âHmm, no I didnât. I was too focused on looking at the camera, Logan.â She rolled her eyes, âOh, it was only a second.â
Jon and Y/N gave each other a dry look, remembering the last time Logan had said that and somehow the camera managed to snap a photo when she was oggling at someone. Y/N shook their head, âI momentarily saw them, but I didnât think it was them. Do you think I can get the oldest sonâs number?âÂ
âYouâre not his type.â  Y/N thought but didnât say, shrugging and smiling in amusement, âLogan, what would your girlfriend say?â The model stuck her tongue, âSheâd ask to join.â Before Logan could say anything else, Cheryl waltzed over, âStop being inappropriate, thereâs a kid present.âÂ
âHey!âÂ
âSorry, if you canât drink yet you canât have this conversation.â Y/N made a face, âThatâs the stupidest sense of logic I have ever heard.â Everyone laughed at them, clapping Y/Nâs shoulders and helping each other fix their wardrobes. Some stylists came over to fix their makeup and hair just in case. Everyone was getting ready for the last walkthrough, and honestly, Y/N was dreading it.Â
As the front runner of it all, Y/Nâs face will be seen by the now confirmed Wayne family and Y/N isnât confident in themselves enough to not make a face.Â
The show will be closing soon and then there is the afterparty that all models are expected to attend. It's a networking place, where other designers, brand ambassadors, and just people who are rich enough to get a ticket can talk to the models and try and recruit them. Its a place and time to mingle for those who have an open schedule and unfortunately, Y/N has an open fucking schedule.Â
This was their last show in Paris, and then they have one destination and then it will be done. Runway season will be officially over and then it will be smaller gigs and back to the every now and then runway.Â
âModels get ready!â Y/N took a deep breath and fixed their face, eyes forward and chin up.Â
âIâll call Alfred when I get home.âÂ
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âI want to go home.â Y/N nursed the drink in the flute, filled with sparkling cider instead of champagne. They stood off to the side, changed out of the clothes they wore on the runway, and instead in a deep-v top and leather pants. Still dressed to impress, but at the moment they just wanted to curl up and go away. Y/Nâs hotel room has a bathtub in it and Y/N really wants to just sit down in hot water and relax.Â
Y/N was constantly scanning the crowd, moving further against the wall whenever they saw black hair and blue eyes.Â
Maya said one more hour, then it will be acceptable to leave. She was doing all the talking and networking for Y/N, trusting that when it came to meet the designers Y/N will charm them enough to want to have them keep coming back. Sighing once more, Y/N took a longer sip and wished to be home.Â
Something moved the hair near their ear, and Y/N almost threw their glass at whoever it was until they caught sight of blue eyes and black hair, staring at and analyzing them.Â
âTimâŚâÂ
âHello, Y/N.â Y/N gave a practiced and polite smile, âOdd to see you here.â Tim shrugged, âSeeing that the designer is friends with Bruce, and told us of your show and that you will be leading the walk, of course we had to come.â Y/N nodded, âIn Paris?âÂ
âWhere else? Youâre next one is in New York right?â Y/N gave a polite chuckle, âSince when did you pay attention to fashion week?â Tim took a sip of champagne, âSince my younger sibling decided to run off and become a model.âÂ
Y/N took a sip of the sparkling cider, not missing the way Tim was eyeing them with interest and curiosity. They smiled against the rim of the flute, â âRun offâ huh. I donât think those are the words I would use. I never hid it and I didnât pack my bags in the middle of the night and sneak through a window.â Y/N set the empty flute down, still smiling politely at Tim who was still watching them, âI simply walked out the front door and no one stopped me.âÂ
âY/NââÂ
âY/N! There you are!â A tall woman, hair dyed a shade-off from white gray and wearing the crispest red suit, strolled over. Y/N gave a larger smile, opening their arms and welcoming the hug, âMs. Gabbana, you look lovely as always.â The woman laughed, âThatâs the botox. Anyways, you looked so amazing opening the show!âÂ
Tim was quickly forgotten as Francesca Gabbana, an Italian high-end fashion designer and luxury brand owner, chatted away with Y/N. Her presence called forth other designers and models and soon enough, Y/N was entrapped in a small group talking about the next runway show next week.Â
They talked about the dreaded flight to New York, and where they will be staying. It will be Francescaâs show next week, along with some other high end designers. Francesca seemed particularly excited for Y/Nâs, and when Y/N first saw the design, they had to hold back the shivers.
âRight, Y/N youâre from Gotham arenât you? Will you be visiting your family?â With the attention all on Y/N, they smiled tightly and shrugged, âWeâll see. They are always so busy so I think it's best if I don-âÂ
âI hope Y/N visits, itâs been a while since we last saw each other.â A large hand clapped Y/Nâs shoulder, and from the facial expression everyone was making, Y/N knows who it was. Peeking up through their lashes, Y/N could see Bruceâs smile on his still handsome face.Â
Cheryl was the first to recover, her eyes narrowing slightly, âHow⌠how do you know each other?â Y/N glanced at Bruce, who right now is Brucie, and before he could say anything Bruce gasped, âY/N, you havenât said anything?â The young adult shrugged, âIt never came up. Bruce Wayne is my father.â
The room erupted, and Y/N actually wanted to go die in a hole. What proceeded afterwards was the most intense questioning for the next two hours.Â
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âBruce, why are you here?â Y/N asked over dinner. He tossed the crouton around in his salad, waiting for his fatherâs response. They have never had a 1 on 1 meal together. It was alway family meals, and even then Y/N rarely showed up for those. There was no need too. They never noticed when Y/N was there or not.Â
The Billionaire playboy shrugged, âIs it wrong to see my child open a highly sought after show?â Y/N chuckled, âNo, but you have never shown any interest in this before.â Y/N never hid his modeling gigs. Often using the family weight room to keep in shape and also turned one of the unused offices into a strut practice room when Y/N lived in the manor. Hours and the amount of money spent to ensure their skin was perfect and their hair was nice, and that they looked beautiful.Â
Y/N never hid their modeling job, even as a teen, and yet the only one who seemed to notice was Alfred.Â
âYou never said anything.âÂ
âI didnât think I had too.â Y/N can recall trying to show Bruce, Dick, Jason, anyone that would bother to look, a photo of them making it onto Vogue. Not the cover, not yet, but as a newer model within the prestigious magazine. They made it at 16. 16, and only modeling for a year! Francessca had them in a piece that was first page worthy, and it fit Y/N like it was meant for them.Â
Alfred was the only person to look at the magazine Y/N held open with their trembling hands, and ruffle their hair and congratulate them.Â
âYou didnât even tell Alfred where you are living.â No, because Y/N doesnât want Alfred showing up unexpectedly and seeing the almost empty fridge. The thought of the older manâs disappointed look and inquisitive questions would have Y/N breaking down crying.Â
âHmmm, Iâm always moving around so I didnât want him showing up when I am not there.â Bruce nodded, taking a bite of his lobster, and watching Y/N take a small bite of the salad. Y/N swallowed with great difficulty, âBruce-âÂ
âSince when does a child call their parents by their first name?â Y/N sucked their teeth, âThe only one who calls you âfatherâ is Damian.âÂ
âYou used to.â Y/N shrugged, âYou never seemed comfortable with me calling you that.â Bruce rarely answered when Y/N called him âdadâ or âfather,â and yet he alway responded when someone else called for him. Y/N would watch from afar as Bruce came running to them in need, but when Y/N needed help they had to figure it out on their own.Â
At some point Y/N stopped calling for Bruce entirely, running and calling only to Alfred.
Y/N is not mad about it. They never were. Dull E/C eyes accepted it and pushed forward, watching the explosive fights, the angry words, and the silent apologies. Alfredâs words affirming that they all loved each other, despite everything saying otherwise. Y/N watched, and continued to watch as they focused on themselves when Y/N began making a name for themself.Â
Theyâre not mad. Y/N never was. Hurt? Maybe, but not mad. That is just their hand in life. Besides, it made the modeling career easier. No need to worry about missing any events, Y/N wouldnât be invited even if they had lived there. Holidays werenât huge, nor were birthdays. The only one Y/N sent a card to was Alfred.Â
It made traveling easier. There was no such thing as homesickness. It made taking more gigs easier, more destructive behavior easier to handle.Â
âY/N,â Bruce called to him and Y/N paused while eating. Raising an eyebrow in question as Bruce set down his own eating utensils. Ocean blue met E/C, and Y/N tried to place the emotion in those blue eyes.Â
âFor what it is worth, I⌠I am sorry about the neglect you have faced within our home.â Y/Nâs mind stopped functioning and they stared at Bruce in shock. The man either ignoring him or not realizing that Y/N was staring at him continued.Â
âYou⌠you didnât deserve that, especially when you were grieving and that fact that I could not see that shows my failââÂ
âWait wait wait!â Y/N held their hands up, cutting off Bruce, âWhat are you talking about?â Bruce stared at Y/N with questions in his eyes, and blinked in shock when he saw the genuine confusion in his childâs eyes. Y/N looked floored, âBruce⌠I-I⌠what?â
Bruce knows heâs not a good parent. He is intimately aware of his failings and shortcomings, and how some of them haunt him. They claw into his skin, his mind, and chest as a reminder of all the times he has failed his children. He and Dick barely started talking, Jason and him are slowly mending that bridge, and Tim and Damian seem to hate each other and Bruce doesnât know what to do about that. It seems the only children he hasnât officially fucked over are those that arenât even his.Â
Then thereâs Y/N. A child of his genetic makeup, just like Damian, only Y/Nâs mother was a model Bruce had treated as a hookup whenever she was on the east coast. Y/N was 13 when they came into Bruceâs care, older than Damian and a few years younger than Tim. Their mother was caught in a drug-use scandal, one that cost her her career and then her life. Her choice left behind a traumatized child, walking in on the body as she decomposed in their bathroom. They had been forced to pack up their bags and move across the country to live with a parent that they only heard about once or twice.Â
Bruce somewhat knew of Y/N. He knew that Y/Nâs mother had been pregnant, but when he asked if she wanted child support, the woman huffed and said âno thank you.â Her income was enough, as a high in demand supermodel, and she didnât need Bruceâs âpityâ money.Â
So, he never sought after her and she never phoned him.Â
Until CPS called and told him of the news and the now homeless 13-year-old child he was now in charge of.Â
Y/N and him never really connected, and Bruce wonders if some of that is his own fault. He was always too busy with Batman, then his drama with Dick, and Jasonâs whole dying thing, the persona of Brucie Wayne, then there was Tim, then Jason coming back from the dead thing, then Barbaraâs whole Joker incident, then DamianâŚ.Â
Okay, so maybe he wasnât too busy, he just never made time for Y/N. Which, the other never seemed to complain about. If they did complain to Alfred, the butler never said anything, and neither did their brothers. Y/N was just a ghost living in the manor that showed up for meals because it was expected, and then⌠left.Â
Now he sits here, across from his child who doesnât seem to understand the wrong done to them by not only Bruce, but the rest of the family.Â
âWhere did this come from?â Bruce doesnât have the heart to tell them that it was because of Alfred that Bruce and the family finally realized what was wrong. The tour of Y/Nâs old room, still kept clean due to Alfredâs insistence, but instead of clothes on the ground and signs of life within the room, it had photos of Y/N's past modeling gigs. Hundreds of photos, some framed, some not, as they covered the walls. Magazines that had Y/N on the front cover, magazine pages that had Y/N taking up the entire page.
The tour of the room-turned-practice room. Full of mirrors, and a 4 inch wide ply board used to practice walking. The shoes that were hidden in the closet, some too big and some too small. Blood staining the heel area of most of them as the image of Y/N practicing until and through the blisters filled all their heads.Â
The meal regime, still written hastily down on the post it notes, and the exercise routine that didnât match the calorie intake. The broken mirrors in Y/Nâs closets and the clothes that now looked like they would be too big on the present-day Y/N that is sitting in front of Bruce.
The written blogs, printed and folded in one of their drawers, relating them back to their mother. Accusing them of the same thing they accused M/N. Highlighting Y/Nâs faults, Y/Nâs mistakes, Y/Nâs features, and Y/Nâs heritage.Â
âChild of drug-abuser model M/N L/N, Y/N L/N using the same drug?â A 15-year-old Y/N posed in a way to show their figure was the picture that was used.Â
âChild of famous model M/N L/N able to hold up to the heat?â Another photo of a 16-year-old Y/N looking exhausted as they walked out of a building. Eyes red and bags under their eyes.Â
âBeauty genes skipped a generation.â Y/N is 17 in that photo.Â
âY/N M/N will never be as beautiful as M/N L/N without extensive work.â Y/N is 15 again in this photo. They had kept every critique, every mean and poorly written article about them, and kept them. Some of them were tweets, printed instagram photos, and magazines.Â
Bruce could see the drastic changes in Y/N throughout the photos. The strict lifestyle changes affected their appearance and made them look even more like M/N. The Y/N in front of him, still beautiful, but Bruce knows the thoughts behind the perfect skin and perfect hair.Â
It would seem that one of the things Y/N inherited from Bruce would be the internalizing of every little bad thing to happen, and deny that it has affected them while they wore the scar of it on their sleeves.Â
âBruce, you didnât neglect me. I had food, clothes, a manor⌠where did you get all of that from?âÂ
âEmotional neglect is still neglect.â Y/N still looked confused, setting their fork down and controlling their expression as they processed that. Okay, so yeah maybe Bruce wasnât an attentive father, but the man never hit Y/N. He never said anything about Y/N that Y/N would have to go to therapy for. Besides, Bruceâs lack of attention paved the way for Y/N to do this!Â
Y/Nâs lips formed a serene smile, âBruce, Iâm not mad that you didnât pay attention to me. You were busy with your company, you are legally a dad of five kids, not everyone is going to get the same attention.â They took a sip of the water, hoping the conversation would end there.Â
âIt wasnât that I was busy, I just never made time Y/N⌠and for that I am sorry.â Y/N hates this. Absolutely hates this. All of their excuses for Bruce are being shot down by Bruce himself and it was leaving Y/N feeling a little raw. Wounds they didnât even know about now being rubbed with salt.Â
Y/N stuck their tongue in their cheek and looked around, before smiling once more, âBruce, I am literally giving you a way out for your guilt, which I still donât understand why youâre feeling guilty, so why arenât you taking it?Â
âWhat are you hoping to do?â Bruce stared into E/C eyes and he could see the irritation in them. He set his fork and knife down, and leaned forward, âIs it wrong to try and mend broken bridges?âÂ
âThe bridge was never broken in the first place.âÂ
âYouâre right, and thatâs because there was never a bridge in the first place.â Y/N cocked their head to the side, watching with an intense expression. Those E/C eyes flickering around, taking in the restaurant and narrowing their eyes, âIâve been meaning to ask you, but did you rent out the entire restaurant?âÂ
âI did. So we can talk freely.âÂ
âThe other âcustomersâ are Dick, Jason, Tim, and Damian.â Bruce nodded, âFamily dinner.â Y/Nâs smile held no amusement, âYou know, if you were anybody else I would be thinking this is a way for you to slide back in my life in hopes you could get some of my paycheck. But what is a modelâs paycheck to Bruce Wayneâs?â Bruce chuckled, âYou are making quite a bit. Iâm happy you're conscious of your position now.âÂ
Y/N sipped the water, âHow do you know how much Iâm making?â Bruce only smiled and continued eating. He watched his child contemplate asking the question again, but then decided to drop it.Â
âSmart.â Y/N continued to watch him, no longer touching the food and seeming unwilling to even look at the dessert menu.Â
âYouâll visit when youâre back in the states, right?â It didnât feel like a question. In fact, it felt more like a demand poised as a question to keep intentions hidden. Y/N gulped, âIâll try.âÂ
âYou should, Alfred misses you. Besides, Manhattan, New York isnât too far from Gotham.â It was such an innocent sentence. One spoken with a smile on his lips and kind sky blue eyes. An innocent sentence, except Y/N has never once told them where they live.Â
âA beautiful place, I can see why you wouldnât want to leave. With windows like those and that giant skylight, it is truly a wonderful place befitting a top model such as yourself.â Y/Nâs mouth went dry, and they could feel the sweat on the back of their neck as they continued to stare at Bruce. Their instincts implore them to go along with this.Â
Urging them to carry on the conversation as they felt the gazes of four others on their back. They gave a wobbly smile, âYe-yes. I really love it, I am super lucky that I managed to have enough saved up, and that I make enough to own a beautiful home such as that.â Bruce nodded, âAs an apology for all the missed birthdays and Christmases, I decided to help out a bit.â
â...Excuse me?â Bruce ignored them, and instead looked at their plate that was still untouched from when Y/N had put down the utensils. He took a bite, âDo you not like your food? I can get something else made for you.âÂ
âN-no, Iâm-Iâm just full.â Bruceâs eyes narrowed before making a show of shrugging it off, âIf you insist. Do know Alfred will want to feed you when you visit.â Y/Nâs smile was becoming hard to maintain, âIt was a pleasure to have dinner with you, Bruce, but I have to go. Long flight tomorrow and I need to be ready for next week.â Y/N fished out their credit card, but Bruce stuck his hand out, âDonât worry about it, dinner has been paid for.âÂ
Y/N didnât fight, only nodding and smiling pleasantly, âI suppose I will see you next week?â Bruce stood up, and brought Y/N into a tense hug. Feeling the bone and sinewy muscles in his rough hands. Y/Nâs top is open back, exposing the shoulder blades and some of Y/Nâs spine. Each one a small knob against skin, looking like the Rocky Mountains.Â
âSafe flight, Y/N. See you at the shows next week.â Y/N gave a tight smile and quickly left. The four other pairs of eyes never left their back, and when finally in the safety of the streets, Y/N pulled out their phone and checked their Mortgage app.Â
âSuccessfully Paid!â In bright green letters, bolded as if it were a game.Â
Itâs been paid off. Y/N now owed nothing on that house, and while that might have been freeing, it meant someone could now have access to their mortgage account. An alert sounded on their phone, and when Y/N saw that it was their bank account, notifying them of a deposit Y/N felt the breath leave their lungs.Â
A large sum, one that had Y/N blinking at the amount of 0âs, was just deposited to their checking account. Right under their bill for walking on that runway.Â
âShopping money, for when you visit.â - DickÂ
They have access to their bank account. Y/Nâs family, because while Bruce was a solitary kind of guy he never was one to withhold information from his former Robins, now had access to their account. They could see what they were spending money on.Â
They know where Y/N lives. From the sounds of it, Bruce was even in the penthouse. Y/N covered their mouth and tried to stifle a sob, the feeling of an invasion of their privacy weighing heavy in their chest.Â
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Y/N stared at the article of clothing with anxiety. When Francesca had first shown them the clothing, it had only caused slight discomfort. Now, now that Y/N knows that their family is here, and watching, the clothing had felt like it was a metal ball. Francesca stood next to them, admiring Y/Nâs hair and makeup, and how it all looked with clothing item.Â
âI knew this would look great on you. As a Gothamite, this must feel great right? To be wearing the symbol of your Cityâs greatest vigilante.â Y/N swallowed down the bile, âHeâs typically seen as the boogeyman, but yes. I suppose it does feel odd wearing the symbol.âÂ
The piece of clothing was quite scandalous, a bat symbol made out of gold rest across their chest, attached to a black silk fabric and lace. It hugged their body, bringing out the hip dips and long legs, as well as exposing their toned stomach.Â
âWhy didnât you say anything about you being Bruce Wayneâs kid?â Francesca asked, and Y/N could only shrug, âJust⌠it just never came up.â Y/N loves that Francesca drops that. There are tons of models who have family issues. Y/Nâs are minor.Â
Not worthy of anything.Â
âY/N, for what it is worth, I do think you are a one in a century model. No one has taken to the runway quite like you have. I think if you had started the runway earlier you would already be a supermodel.â Y/N smiled at Francescaâs kind words, and they wondered just how they got so lucky to have befriended her.Â
âThank you.âÂ
âModels get ready!â Y/N took to the back of the line, being offered to close the show just after they had opened one. Another prestigious offer that Y/N gratefully took. Sighing heavily, they watched as the line grew shorter and the sound of cameras flashing and grew louder.Â
Taking a deep breath, they steeled their breathing and controlled their expressions. Blocking out the world in the way they do best, strutting. The intensity of the flashes increased, and Y/N made a show of keeping their face neutral.Â
Just how Batman does.Â
They made a point to not look at the people in the front row. When they made it back behind the entry way, there was no time to catch their breath. They were ushered back into line for the final walk out, and Y/N wonders if they can all see how pale Y/N is. Can they see the sweat on their brow or the fact that their E/C eyes are terrified?Â
âYou did great Y/N!âÂ
âLooking beautiful Y/N.âÂ
âCâmon Y/N, after this its a party!âÂ
No, no they canât see it because they are all focused on what Y/N wants them to be focused on. Y/N has spent countless hours into ensuring they loook beautiful without makeup, and ethereal in it, no one will care about their inner thoughts and turmoils.Â
Y/N strutted to the music one last time, focusing on the flashing light and hoping that the photos they captured showed exactly what Y/N wants them to see. Once they were in the back, the models stripping and changing into comfortable clothes and all of them getting ready for the afterparty, Y/N stayed seated. The pads of their fingers running against the cold metal that was in the shape of a bat across their chest as their makeup artist and hairstylist undid all of their work.Â
Francesca smiled, âYou were great Y/N, I knew you would be the right person to pull this off.âÂ
âThank you, what inspired this piece if you donât mind me asking.â Francesca smiled, âOh, I got a call actually. It was just a call to run the idea by me, but I loved it so much that I accepted it.â Y/N furrowed their brow, âA call?â They began to strip out of the clothing, but Francescaâs startled look made them pause.Â
â...What?âÂ
âYouâre not going to keep it on?â Y/N gave a confused look, âWe donât keep clothes, Francesca.â The stylist smiled, âWell, no. But Y/N, that was a commission for you.â Y/N stared at Francesca with a new found fear, and their mouth going dry as they processed it all.Â
âWho⌠who did you say the call was from?â Francesca beamed, âYour father, who by the way I am offended you didnât say anything about, Bruce Wayne.â Large hands clapped their shoulder, and Y/N would have shouted if it werenât for the familiar smell of cologne.Â
Turning around, they met Bruceâs blue eyes, and the blue eyes of their siblings. All of them dressed to the nines and eyeing the clothes.Â
âTruly a wonderful piece, Ms. Gabbana. I could not thank you enough.âÂ
âOf course! Thank you for the idea!â Y/N felt their breath quicked when Dickâs hands gripped their wrist, and gently tugged them in his direction, âCâmon Y/N, youâll be late to dinner. Alfred is making your favorite.âÂ
âAt least let them change, Dick.âÂ
âTodd is right, a drive in that would be difficult. Not to mention that it is snowing outside.âÂ
âY/N, we have some clothes for you. They should be more comfortable then the clothes you came in.â Y/N couldnât even say anything as they were dragged away, Bruce keeping Francesca busy while their brothers pushed them into a changing room. Dick smiling gently as he passed the bag of Y/Nâs clothes, taken from their penthouse, into Y/Nâs trembling arms.Â
âBruce paid for that outfit, so try not to ruin it, okay? Weâll be waiting out here for you.â Dick booped their nose, and left Y/N alone in the changing room taht only had a curtain for a door. With trembling hands, they searched the bag for their phone. They have to call someone. Cheryl will help them. So would Jon. Maybe even Maya! Y/N just needs to callâÂ
âY/N, we have your phone out here, so donât panic.â Y/N bit their lip to stop themself from sobbing. One thing. They just want one thing to go right today.Â
A knock sounded on the wood that was hoolding the curtain, âY/N, do you need help?âÂ
âN-no! No, Iâm just try-trying to be gentle with the piece.â Bruce hummed, âWell, try and hurry. Alfred is excited to see you and is expecting us for dinner in three hours.â Y/N gulped, carefully stripping and putting on the sweats and hoodie. Clothes that still smell like their laundry detergent and shoes Y/N knows were in their closet.Â
âDear God.â They whimpered as they slipped on the comfortable pair of shoes, and bagged the shoes from teh show, and carefully picked up the article of clothing. The gold bat symbol shining mockingly at them.Â
The curtain pulled open, and like a horror photo, the light from behind them casted and eerie shadow. Bruceâs face hidden in teh darkness as he reached his hand out for Y/N, knowing full well his child cannot run.Â
I think I should darken the colors on the boy, idk if I should color the background fully and idk how to approche his skin
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What do you think what should I change/work on more?
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