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thealtoduck · 1 year
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Being adopted by Bruce Wayne…
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Batfamily x Adopted!Male Reader
Warnings: Physical and psychological abuse of a child (nothing descriptive), reader has a panic attack.
Summary: After saving a boy from an abusive household Bruce adopts another kid…
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You never got to meet your real parents all you was that they were a young couple who weren’t ready to have a kid, so you grew up in foster care.
When you were 9 years old you were adopted by a couple in their early 40s. First time you met them you could tell something was off. Though they passed the foster care’s check meaning they were allowed to adopt you.
In the beginning your adopted parents were nice but that only lasted for a short while then things soured. It started with glares, then insults, then a hit, then two…
4 years later…
You were currently sat in a room dark as coal in the basement where your parents would lock you when they were done beating you so they wouldn’t have to look at you. You were crying as your body ached.
You heard footsteps coming down the stairs to the basement and you thought your parents were back so you sat back and just waited for the door to unlock. But the door was kicked open revealing a man in cowl and cape. It was Batman.
You instinctively cowered as he took a step closer. He kneeled down and said calmly ”Don’t worry i’m not going to hurt you”. You made eye contact with him. ”Did your parents put you in here?” He asked softly. You hesitated but then nodded.
”Don’t worry, you won’t have to deal with them anymore, they’ve been arrested for their weapon dealing associations with the Gotham crime families” he explained. He reached out a hand to you and said ”Come with me, i’ll take you somewhere safe.
You just looked at his for a few seconds and then took it. The Batman escorted you out of your parents house and tried to hand you over to the GCPD, who were going to take you to social services.
Though as you approached comissioner Gordon you hid behind Batman who said comfortingly ”It’s okay they are going to help you”. You emerged from behind him and went with the police.
As Bruce got in to the batmobile he made a call ”Alfred, i need you to set up a bedroom”. ”Are we expecting company Master Bruce?” Alfred asked. ”Potentionally” Bruce answered.
You were first physically examined just to make sure you didn’t need immediate medical attention. After that you were questioned about what your parents had done to you, then they left you to a recovery center where they would treat your injuries and let you stay a few days.
A few days later they took you in for a meeting to meet with a potiental foster parent. They brought you into a room where a man with black hair and an expensive looking suit were waiting. ”Mr L/n, this is Bruce Wayne, Mr Wayne, this is Y/n L/n” The social service worker introduced you.
Bruce held out a hand and said ”It’s nice to meet you Y/n”. You shook his hand shyly but said nothing. ”He’s not much of a talker” the social worker assured him.
She and Bruce then discussed the possibilty of him becoming your adoptive father if you’d like living with him. It all eventually came down to your choice if you decided to go with him. You nodded.
The next day Bruce took you to Wayne Manor, he tried to make small talk but you were still silent to the point he wondered if you could even speak. He then stopped outside the manor and the two of you walked inside.
Waiting inside the Manor was a the butler who introduced himself as Alfred he offered to take your bag to your room so you handed it to him and uttered a low ”Thank you” to not seem rude.
Bruce then gave you a tour of the manor and then showed you to your room. He said he needed to get back to work in his office and that you were free to do whatever you wanted and to tell Alfred if you needed anything.
As he left you looked around your room it was nice and big but pretty empty at the moment so you left to take a look around the manor. You made your way to find Alfred who was in the kitchen making lunch.
Alfred noticed your presence and asked ”Oh, Hello master Y/n, how may i be of service?”. You only shrugged. ”Oh having a look around i see, could i offer you a drink or something to eat?” Alfred offered you shook your head and said ”No, thank you, i’ll wait”.
”Alright then, well if your looking for company your welcome to stay as Master Bruce’s other children are at school or work” He told you. You decided to stay with Alfred as you found him nice.
You sat down on a stool by the kitchen island and continued watching as Alfred cooked.
”Morning Alfred” a voice said and you looked to see a tall buff guy with black hair and a streak of white in the front, he looked to be in his early 20s. ”Master Jason, nice of you to join us” Alfred greeted. ”Us?” Jason questioned and then noticed you.
”Oh yeah right, he got another one” Jason remembered. ”Master Jason, this is Y/n L/n, Master Y/n this is Jason Todd, master Bruce’s second oldest” Alfred introduced the two of you. ”Hey kid” Jason said walking over to the fridge. You gave him a shy wave in return.
”What’s for breakfast Alfred?” Jason the questioned and the butler answered ”Lunch”. ”Cool my favorite breakfast” Jason stated. The three of you then sat down and ate lunch when you finished Alfred sent you and Jason to the library so he could help you pick out a few books that you could read to keep entertained.
After that when you and Jason were carrying a few books to your room you stopped outside a room where the door was open, you glanced inside.
”Oh that’s the gym, wanna go inside and check it out?” Jason asked, you nodded and you dropped off the books of in your room.
Jason then showed you the gym, you went over and looked at a punching bag and Jason said encouragingly ”Come on give it a hit”. You folded you hand in to a fist and gave the punching bag a light hit.
”Well not bad but could use some improvement” Jason commented and started giving you a lesson in proper boxing techique. He commented that ”You don’t know yet but being a capable fighter will come in useful in this family” you didn’t know what he meant by that but assumed he was joking.
Later that day you were introduced to the rest of family, which was a bit intimidating but they seemed to quickly pick up on your shyness and gave you space.
Though you were quick to bond with Dick, Stephanie, Duke and Barbara who were more sociable. It was harder for you to bond with Cassandra, Tim and Damian who kept more to themselves.
After living with them for a while they decided to tell you about their activities as vigilantes and you promised to keep their secrets.
Your combat training is what would bring you and Damian closer. He would walk in on you practising and Damian’s need to constantly be the smartest person in the room set in. He stood and commented stuff like ”You need extend your kicks more”.
Damian helped you master the basics and then started showing you new stuff, he took you under his wing and made himself responsible for your training.
Soon you started hanging out outside of that and would watch movies together, sit together and read books. Damian appreciated that you were calmer and quieter than your siblings.
Bruce thought this was good as you were only a year older than Damian and he needed to be around someone his own age.
The others would also be made aware of your past home life after an incident where you, Dick and Jason were hanging out in the kitchen and you accidentally broke a glass and reacted by crying and hyperventilating while trying to quickly clean up the pieces of glass, cutting your hands in the process.
Jason and Dick quickly understood you were having a panic attack and immediately started comforting you while Dick cleaned up the glass and got a first aid kit to clean your cuts.
Jason assured you that it was alright and that no one was mad at you and that nothing bad would happen. Then Dick and Jason would clean your cuts and watch a comforting tv show with you.
The family made sure to keep an extra eye on you to make sure you knew you were safe with them and that they would protect you.
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riotlain · 5 months
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Hi! Could you please do Batboys (sepretly) with a younger brother reader? Basically hcs of the reader copying and looking up to their brother, and he accidentally calls them dad (it's his first word)
Ty, have a great day or night!<33
im back in my fanfic era guys
didn't include duke bc i blanked when jt came to him😭😭
Dick Grayson
The minute you starts copying him he's over the moon and everyone else in the manor freaks out
No, you can't hang on the chandelier like he used to
He teaches you fun tricks though
You have your own little bō staff like his
Yes he has dressed you up in a Nightwing costume for halloween
Carries you around with one of those chest baby carrier things
If you were to ever call him dad as a first word his heart would stop
Like he's happy you said your first word but like he will make sure you don't call him dad around Bruce😭😭
Will crush the old man's heart (joke)
Jason Todd
Probably the last one to meet you since he's hardly ever in the manor
When he does see you though, he's immediately protective over you
Whenever you started copying him, he'd think its funny
How you cross your arms whenever he crosses his or sighs whenever he does it
He feels a wonderful kinship
Then you call him dad and he is immediately gone (mentally)
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^^ His reaction
He is hardly ready to enter a relationship, much less be a dad
Even if you just see him once every blue moon
He just sorta picks you up and brings you to Bruce
"Thats your dada."
Tim Drake
Probably the second best brother to mimic out of them all since he's like pretty normalish
He has you sit on his lap while he works
You probably turned into an ipad baby cause of him
Also the type to carry you around with the chest baby carrier
You 2 nap together
When he you call him dad he just freezes up and stares at you for a moment
Then he panics and tries to get you to call Bruce dad instead
Damian Wayne
The first brother to meet you and of course he begins training you like how he was trained
Minute you began walking it was training time
Of course, you didn't really care but you had fun
Damian doesn't carry you around or anything but he holds your hand when you guys are in public
Especially at balls. He talks shit with you even though you hardly know any words
"Look at that woman over there flirting with father. How could she even think she has a chance with him?"
You:
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If you were to call him dad, he would then lecture you with pictures about how Bruce is your dad and is very cool and how Batman is cool
Like a chump
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roses-r-rosie3 · 5 months
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X-Mas list presentation
Batfam x M!Reader
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Summary: instead of making a regular Christmas wishlist, the reader decides to make a whole presentation
Quote: “That is all Family! So open up your hearts and your wallets for me this holiday season”
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“Why are you here?” Duke asked Jason.
“Same reason why you’re here, y/n wanted us to all meet up in the living room for some announcement” Jason sighed.
After everyone was in the room, you pulled out your computer and connected it to the Tv, which made everyone confused.
“Hello family, I know you must be wondering why you’re all here” you said.
“Yes”
“Yup”
“Mhm”
“Yeah”
“Can I go back to my game now?”
“Last year you guys totally fucked up Christmas, so this year I put together an entire presentation to tell you guys what I want specifically” you smiled.
Everyone in the room let out an audible sigh/groan. It was known by everyone in the family that you were very dramatic from time to time (24/7). But they never thought you would get this extra!
“Is that really what you called us here for?” Damian grumbled.
“Would you shut up for a second?” You snapped.
“Y/n I don’t think that’s how you should be talking to your little bro-”
“Anyways, Here’s the things you should keep in mind when you’re thinking about what kind of gift you will provide for me this year” you said as you interrupted Bruce from his lecture.
“First of all, I’m the only one who knows how to reset the Wi-Fi, and yeah that’s threat” you threatened.
That certainly got everyone’s attention.
“Secondly, if you don’t get me what I want I will get a sugar daddy, I don’t even care what you guys are going to say, I’ve had so many offers for sugar daddies that it’s unreal. The perks of being son of Bruce Wayne I guess” you said.
“Y/n, you do know that Bruce is rich right?” Jason asked.
“Not the point” you mumbled.
“And third if I don’t get what I want, I will also sell my feet pics online like I did last year” you said calmly.
“YOU WHAT?!” Bruce shouted
“Calm down, I only ended up making about 1 million from it” you sighed.
“ONLY?!” Dick gasped.
“I created a three tier system of different gifting levels, basically, the levels equivocate to how much you love me and how much money you have” you explained.
“Level one is the ‘I’m going to need therapy level’ which is only four to seven gifts. I would probably go into a depressive spiral, actually not probably, I definitely would be depressed” you said.
“Would you stop being so overdramati-”
“I’M NOT DONE YET” you said as you interrupted Tim.
“What would that mean for us? You may ask. It would mean that you would have to pay for my therapy. And the money that you guys spent on therapy would have been basically wasted, you could’ve bought me a whole bunch of gifts right now and avoided the situation” you smiled.
“I think that he’s lost his mind” Bruce whispered to Stephanie.
“You think?!” Stephanie whisper yelled.
“Level two is the ‘You’re getting warmer package’ This basically if you love me- Bruce can you stop whispering to Stephanie” you scolded.
“As I was saying… Level two is eight to fifteen gifts, which is basically equivalent to you texting me happy birthday” you continued.
“Level three is the ‘You’re sleighing it’ level. And if you remember, you guys were just a bit off the mark of hitting this because you guys only got me twenty three gifts. And in order to reach ‘You’re slaying it’ you have to get me twenty five or more gifts, I think this is totally do-able for you guys, especially because you can just use Bruce’s card if you guys are running low on money” you said.
“I have tons ideas for you guys and this whole slideshow is already in your email so you guys can look at it and reference it at any time” you smiled.
Everyone quickly checked their phones to see that you indeed emailed them your whole presentation.
“That is all Family! So open up your hearts and your wallets for me this holiday season” you smiled before leaving the room.
“Yeah he had definitely lost his mind” They all said in synchronization.
“I HEARD THAT!”
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prismuffin · 1 month
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Some context: So part of being a part of the batfam comes with hiding emotions or masking reactions and feelings. (Cause like, you don't want someone like Joker to know you're scared or anxious).
what if the bat boys (Dick, Jason, and Tim) got hit with a spell or power on a mission that gave them animal ears and a tail. (You can decide the animals, no matter what a animals ears and tail are the biggest things that you look at to tell how the animal is feeling. Because of their movement not being a forced one, but happens naturally like breathing).
So, how would the batboys (separately) react to notice that their tails and ears aggressively give away that they have romantic feelings towards Male Reader?
Ex: Dick having German shepherd ears and tail, and every time Dick sees Reader. His tail is wagging and his ears are perked.
I feel like this would be so much chaos for them, to suddenly have something attached to them that gives away what their feeling. Cause they haven't trained to mask it yet.
Alright lemme know how I did with this kay? I think that-
Jason would have come home from a mission after being hit with a spell that gave him fox attributes. While Bruce asked Zatanna about a counter-spell Jason was stuck with the short end of the stick. It really only changed his physical form so it shouldn't be too damaging. When it comes to you I think Jason would be the type to try and ignore the fact that his feelings are so on display. When he hears your voice his ears perk up suddenly and his wagging tail swishes through the air, but he's gonna keep that same stoic look on his face. His arms are crossed and his eyebrows are furrowed and it just completely contradicts the way his tail is wagging so fast. If you comment on it he'll immediately shut you down by asking what the hell you're talking about. You tease him about it and it definitely annoys him that this is the way you recognize his feelings for you. Dick did not expect to be coming home from his previous mission with dog ears and tail but hey, life just be like that sometimes. He doesn't know what he expected to come from this spell but it definitely wasn't this. It was sort of difficult when you'd walked into the room and he'd gotten visibly excited even though he was trying to play it cool with a smirk on his face, his dumb ass tail wouldn't stop wagging. When you comment on it he gets super embarrassed especially when you hit him with the "happy to see me?" Yup he's done, he's hiding from you until Bruce can find some sort of counter-spell or something because he can't stand the thought of rejection from you. You find it cute though. Tim would seem pretty unfazed but deep down he's so embarrassed about the whole thing. He gets hit with one little spell and suddenly he has a cat's tail and even the ears to match. At least he's not meowing though. The whole thing becomes even more embarrassing when you show up and suddenly his tail won't stop swishing, though it's more from the nerves than anything. He's blushing a lot and when you comment on it and just sort of brushes it off but the whole thing really clicks for you after this entire event. He was always sort of stuttery around you but with the way his tail seemed to impulsively react to your presence pretty much confirmed your suspicions.
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rainnyydaysworld · 7 months
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Reader: Am I going to far?
Jason: No, no, no. You went too far about 7 hours ago. Now you’re going to prison.
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Damian: Could you guys at least try to see this from my perspective?
Tim: *crouches down*
Reader: *kneels down*
Cassandra: *sits on the floor*
Damian:
Damian: I hate all of you.
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Reader, dramatically: They called me a fool.
Tim, sick of reader’s shit: They weren’t wrong.
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Reader: Why is Damian crying on the floor?
Cassandra: They took one of those 'what person are you?' quizzes.
Reader: And?
Cassandra: They got Tim.
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lyralaneoriginal12 · 6 months
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Your Voice is My Reality (Platonic Older! Damian Wayne x baby boy reader)
“There there, my sweet angel... Baba isn't going anywhere...”
Aged-Up Damian Wayne as Demon's Head of League of Shadows who also the loving and protective father of you. (It gives 'I will burn the world for you' kinda vibe, but oh well)
(WARNING! OOC)
Damian felt like his heart was about to explode, he fell on the ground and was wounded. The enemy had shot him right in his chest. The pain is unbearable but worst of all, his baby witnesses all this. It was a mistake already to bring you to this type of meeting. Here you are now, witness his assassination.
The League's assassins quickly neutralize all the threats and manage to take control of the situation. You was crying in fear. The enemy also looked scared of what he just did to the Demon Head. You pry release the hold of the nannies and quickly run towards your father.
Damian tried to breathe, he was struggling to stay alive and awake. The assassins and the nannies were shocked because Damian stayed in a pool of his on blood, with a gunshot wound on his torso. The Demon Head was bleeding profusely on the ground after being shot.
“Baba, no!”
Notice his son now right beside him, Damian raises his hand and slowly caressed your head. Even in this state, Damian’s mind only filled the need to protect you and to make sure that you are okay and safe.
“There there, my sweet angel... Baba isn't going anywhere...”
Says Damian in between pain while looking at you with a sad and concerned expression. He tried to fight the pain of the gunshot wound, which was making him feel a bit weaker each moment that passed. Damian vision start to blur. You were crying while clutching on your father's chest. Your beautiful blue robe completely soaks in Damian's blood.
Damian looks at his baby, with a loving, concerned and tender look on his face. With that, Damian closes his eyes. The vision is becoming more and more blurred until... the darkness comes slowly and gradually.
Time Skip
There’s many people wearing all black cloaks, circle the Lazarus Pit. The very pit glow in green and had a very rotten aroma. The smell that was coming from the green pit was awful, it was as if a lot of dead bodies were buried there. Damian's body being carried by the monks. He's ready to be revived from death.
You currently in the arms of Marie, one of the nannies of the League. You suckles quietly on your pacifier, with tiny cloak covering your body, watching the whole ritual carefully and looking closely at the monks.
The monks, Damian's advisors and the assassins were surrounding the pit, waiting for the moment.
You saw how the monks submerge their body until they were waist-deep while gently carrying Damian's corpse. Then, they carefully placed Damian’s corpse into the waters.
You watched as your father was completely submerged in the water. You squirms a little at Marie's arms, feel a little distress when you sees your father being submerged into the toxic green water.
“Hush, Master (Y/N)”
Assure the nanny at his young master to calm you down.
There's a long pause until Damian broke through the water with a feral cry, his jade eyes were glowing an eerie green. The greenish mist coming from the water then filled his eyes, making Damian see the surroundings very weirdly. Damian snarls at the monks and feel how his body is moving and healing on its own.
Damian starts to go wild and attacking the monks and assassins. Everyone knows the effects of being dipped into the Pit, how the user is driven temporarily insane. But well... Damian had used it quite a lot, so the effect doesn’t take toll on him completely. Damian keeps attacking the monks and assassins like a wild animal. Tearing them apart with his bare hands.
The madness continues until you calls out for him.
“Baba...”
The Demon Head stopped immediately and turned his gaze to those angelic voices, looking at the baby with malicious gaze. Damian saw that you was being held by Marie. You makes a grabby hand at Damian, which scares Marie who tries to protect you from Damian rampage.
Damian stops attacking everybody once he hears his name being called by his angel. Damian closed and opened his eyes once again, as his sweet angel's voice snapped him back to reality. Slowly but surely, recognition was in his eyes. Damian’s rage and feral behavior are over.
“(Y/N)…”
Damian slowly stands up, while look at all the shocked faces of the advisors, assassins, and monks, who are watching the whole scene with a confused and scared expression on their faces.
Damian slowly walks out of the Pit and goes to you whose still in the nanny arms. The green water wetted the concrete floor, but he didn’t care, he needed to embrace his son now. The servants quickly cover Damian's body with his majestic red robe, so he won’t catch cold. Like there’s no tomorrow, Damian takes you from the protective hold of your nanny. You quickly hugs your father in a loving manner.
“Baba”
Damian gently holds the baby in his arms, with the loving and caring eyes of a father, who's glad to be back with his little boy. Damian looks at the whole room, with all the advisors, assassins and monks looking at both Damian and his son, with a confused expression on their faces. Damian couldn’t help but chuckle a little especially to the monks and assassins he accidentally hurt previously.
“Well, this is... awkward...”
The people in the room couldn’t help but giggle a little at Damian’s remark.
Damian looked at his baby with a happy smile on his face.
“Hey, beloved. I missed you so much.”
Damian kisses you on your chubby cheek, as your cute smile touches Damian’s heart. You giggles softly when his father does so while pinching his your own nose cutely.
“Baba stinky. You are stinky!”
Damian chuckles a bit when you says that he is stinky. You didn’t go wrong though.
“Yes, yes, beloved. I must admit... I need to get a bath but now that I'm back with you again, my precious angel.”
Damian smiles a little at you again, feeling his heart being touched by your adorable words and the little pinch you gives yourself after making this sweet and funny remark. Then, you happily claps your hand.
“Bubble bath, Baba! Bubble bath!”
Damian chuckles after your comment as he gently touches your small and soft chubby hands.
“Yes, bubble bath it is.”
The servants quickly scatter to prepare bubble bath at the grand bathroom of the League of Shadows base.
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solar-wing · 10 months
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⚣ BatBro with his BatBros 🦇
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⚣ 🦇 A/N → Ah, my first full installment of BatBro headcanons. Where does the time go? Anyway, as we progress throughout these headcanons, you can imagine the characters slowly getting older too. By, the time we get to the end, the reader is at least 18 years old making Damian anywhere between 18-19 years old, since he's a few months older.
⚣ 🦇 Summary → Going from the life of an only child, to having 4+ siblings, can't be easy. Especially when most of those siblings brothers, and those brothers come from a family a crime-stopping vigilantes. What was your mother thinking in leaving you with your dad?
REBLOGS are very appreciated! REPLIES to, I love hearing your thoughts 💛
⚣ ENJOY 🦇
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I find it funny that no one has ever thought to take advantage of the fact that Bruce Wayne has created a habit of popping up with a new kid like every couple of years. They could try to offer up their kids to him in hopes of cashing in on the Wayne family's wealth.
And he actively turns away all of them, even if he is tempted a couple of times. At least until he gets to you. Everything was normal until your mom decided one day she was done being a parent and just dropped you off at the front gate and left when you were 9 years old. This is also around the same time Damian ended up in Bruce's care, so you both were now dealing with the fact that you've suddenly got a father you never knew, as well as a brother. Well, brothers, since Bruce did somewhat actually have children before he had you guys. 
She left a note along with your other belongings that said “Trust me. He yours,” with nothing else. Bruce could only stare down at you with that usual grim, but pondering look he had while you just stared back at him. 
“I’d thought you be taller,” was your first sentence towards your dad. One that was vaguely familiar to the billionaire as he rolled his eyes and led you inside the manor.
Obviously, Bruce ran a DNA test and confirmed everything to be true. You were indeed his son, snarky remarks and all. You and Damian must share that quality.
Speaking of, since you and Damian were blood-related, you have a more special bond with each other. Even if he bullies the shit out of you.
Hiding your toys and games all around the manor, stabbing your favorite teddy bears and various stuffed items with his knives and daggers, and I'm just going to throw in that you have a love-hate relationship with Scooby-Doo now.
You love the cartoon, but Damian took advantage of the fact that you may not do well with scary stuff and would make his own costume versions of the villains from the show and chased you around the house with them. They were horrifying and disturbing enough to even unsettle Bruce a little, so you could imagine the early childhood trauma you endured.
People think your fear of clowns stems from the Joker. No, it's from Damian.
It’s always from Damian.
Plus, since you and Damian are around the same age, you both end up in the same grade at the same school. So he always keeps a look out for you and protects you from any bullies, while you teach him how to be more sociable and friendly towards others.
Now, if Damian's closest relationship with another brother outside of you is Dick (who you along with everyone else agree that he is basically Damian's second father), I imagine you have a close relationship with both Jason and Tim for various reasons.
You and Tim connect because you both have very intellectual and detail-oriented minds. You watch Scooby-Doo, so you obviously have an interest in mysteries as well as the Red Robin personality. Whenever he is having a hard time connecting dots to a case or a puzzle, you simply come in, take one look and somehow figure it out. Sometimes, you’ll even just make a random statement that ends up being the key to what Tim is looking for.
Tim and you both have an interest in video games, you a little bit more than him. It was because of you that he even really got into them. Before, when it was just you and your mom, you didn’t have anyone to really play with, besides whatever friends you could find online. So having someone you could play with, especially in person now made you and Tim’s bond that more special.
Also, you’ve made it your responsibility to make sure the guy gets adequate rest and sleep and doesn’t drown himself in caffeine.
“Timothy Drake! It is way past your bedtime. Off the Bat-Computer and upstairs into bed young man.” You yelled, marching downstairs with an amused Alfred towing behind.
Your father and siblings all watched from the sidelines as well, all amused at the sight of your young, tiny body, yelling at a slightly older and taller teenager as if you were his father.
“Um, I’m older than you,” Tim responded while holding on to what had to be his 5th coffee of the evening.
“Do I need to repeat myself?”
“Master Tim, with all due respect, I’d do what the young lad says. He’s already started unplugging and cutting the cords to every coffee and espresso machine in the manor.” Alfred said from behind.
Tim looked at you in horror while you stared at him the look on your face very much communicating a ‘try me if you want to’ message, and that’s when he noticed the pair of scissors in your hands.
“OKAY! I’M GOING! I’M GOING!” Tim shouted, sprinting out of his seat and up to his room. Your brothers were quietly laughing until you turned your head right to them.
“And, what are you three laughing at?! Get to bed right now.”
Now, it was their turn to question you. Cause Dick and Jason were full adults and even though Damian was only a few months older than you, well that was it. He was older than you so he bossed you around, not the other way,
“Woah, there little man. Jason and I, we’re grown. We don’t have bedtimes.” Dick said.
“Yeah, squirt.” Jason voiced right behind Dick with his arms crossed.
“Watch yourself, little brother,” Damian warned.
You raised a subtle eyebrow at them while your father and Alfred both looked at you with curiosity.
Alfred, however, had a little more amusement to his look since he already knew where this was headed.
“Dick, I will never have another brother movie night with you again, and I’ll start going to Jason for brotherly advice instead of you. Also, I’ll tell Kory you were being mean to me.” You threatened your oldest brother.
Dick was both hurt and fearful because how could you even threaten him with something that awful and quite frankly, plain rude and ridiculous. He gave way better advice than Jason! Also, he knew Kory absolutely adored you ever since Bruce brought you to the tower that one time and would not hesitate to put him on punishment as well if she even thought he was being mean to you.
Jason was holding a smug look at your threat toward Dick, that is until your eyes landed on him. “Jason, I know where you keep all of your limited edition books, especially your prized signed copy of Pride & Prejudice. We certainly don’t want that getting in the wrong hands, now do we,” You said, turning to your second oldest sibling. Jason was surprised, and slightly impressed, though also terrified. How could you know?!
You turned to your blood-related brother, who held a bit of an overconfident look as there wasn’t anything you could have over him that would have him actually following your orders. “And Damian, I’m sure you don’t want dear old Dad to know what happened at school last week, now do you?” You said, playing slightly with your fingernails while ‘innocently’ rocking back on your feet as if you weren’t blackmailing your siblings. For noble reasons, of course. They need their sleep!
Your brother was both shocked and angry at your statement. How did you even know about that? The look on his face, well, let’s just say it wasn’t friendly, not in the slightest.
But, to no one’s surprise except your dad, all your siblings silently trudged upstairs without another word.
Bruce looked at you and Alfred with a raised eyebrow as you turned back to face your brooding father, only now you could see his brooding look had a hint of questionable curiosity and amazement. 
“You too, daddio. It’s bedtime, yo.” You rhymed. Apparently, not only was everyone’s sleep tracker, but you had a bit of flow with it too. Someone should get you a record deal. 
You gave your dad a slight hug, your head barely reaching above his waist. You still had growing to do! You’d get there eventually.
Walking back toward the entrance, you also made sure to stop and give the butler a fist bump since he was your secret partner-in-crime. How else would you know where to hit to get your brothers to fall in line? with a slight hug to his side before heading back towards the entrance. 
“Thanks, Alfred,” You said!
“Anytime, Master Y/N.”
Bruce eyed you both suspiciously before he realized what was going on as he watched your small body bounce up the stairs.
“Really? You’re in cahoots with my son, Alfred?”
“Why, Master Bruce, I’m offended. I’d say it was more of a beneficial partnership. Cahoots is for the reckless.” Alfred responded jokingly.
The age-old ending to every mystery novel plays out again, the butler did it.
Though, Bruce was still impressed by how easily your brothers listened to you without a second thought. It takes him a few tries just to get a sentence through their head, and that’s if they were actually listening to him that time.
“Wow, he got Jason to listen to him? I still can’t get Jason to greet me without looking him looking like he wants to punch my lights out.” Bruce commented.
“He has your commanding tone, sir,” Alfred said before backing up the manor himself, “I wouldn’t let Master Y/N catch you back down here, though. I heard he’s got some especially dirty leverage on you.”
Bruce suddenly decided to look at the clock, “Guess it is a little late,” He muttered before rushing upstairs himself.
Speaking of Jason, your relationship with the second adopted Wayne kid had more of a special touch. The Red Hood persona was the brother you really looked up to. You liked and respected how he branched out and followed his own path. Of course, Dick technically did the same, but considering everything Jason went through, he had to be one determined fucker to return to the very life that killed him. And, even though you don't necessarily agree with his 'strategies', you were always standing in his corner.
Though, Jason didn’t take well to you at first. In fact, because Damian left such a bad taste in his mouth after they met; when you two were introduced, he literally ran upstairs and screamed at Bruce about how he was the biggest hypocrite in the world for all those lectures he gave him and Dick about using protection. Richard silently agreed, also remembering his first meeting with Damian. 
Determined to not live with a Damian 2.0, and also thinking he was saving you from a life full of trauma because, in his mind, no one deserved to be raised by someone like Bruce Wayne, Jason attempted to take you down to child protective services. 
Your father was very unhappy when he got a call from CPS later that day and he could clearly hear you sobbing on the other side of the phone just as Jason walked through the front door. He was not the least bit ashamed, at least until you came home and he saw how upset you were.
He apologized and decided to give you a chance, thinking since the whole ordeal actually had you crying, you had to somewhat have a soul, unlike Damian. After some time, you got really close with each other. 
Jason taught you how to fight and defend yourself. He’d read you stories at night from some of your favorite books as well as your own, and he’d always get Damian to back off if he decided to pull another one of his scare antics on you. 
Your second eldest brother was your get-out-of-jail card too, whenever Bruce punished you for something. Though, sometimes, it may have just been better to take the punishment than let Jason pull you into whatever shenanigans he was planning. Considering the fact you and he managed to put an entire city without power for two nights somehow.
"How did you two manage to short-circuit the entire electrical grid in New York?" Bruce asked with you two standing side by side, looking like you just finished sleeping on top of a giant summer barbeque grill.
You both looked at each other before turning back to your stern-looking father, Damian mirroring his expression with his arms crossed and tapping his feet.
"Would you believe us if we said it started over a debate of how to eat fries with ketchup?"
Bruce slapped his forehead to his palm while Damian called you idiots. Tim got that curious look on his face, and Dick couldn't stop laughing for 15 minutes.
Now, your eldest brother, he was definitely someone you could count on no matter what. Being the oldest and having the most Bruce experience out of everyone, he always helped you deal with your Brucie problems or ‘daddy issues’ as you'd like to say.
Truth be told, every kid in this family had daddy issues.
As mentioned before, Dick was your movie-watching buddy, he helped you with your homework and always assisted with any life issues you had going on. No matter how many times you may have threatened the Nightwing persona with such, you always went to him for advice, and there was never really a moment you could think of where you regretted it.
He also helped you learn how to be more agile and light on your feet with your fighting. While your second eldest brother taught you how to use brute force and strength in situations, he gave you the acrobatic style of lessons. Where Bruce and Jason were direct and serious, Dick taught and showed you how to be more of the opposite.
And, whenever Jason wasn't around to get Damian off your back, you'd go to him since he was basically his second dad.
You and Dick together were like two chatty Cathys on drugs. One moment, you could be talking about the movie you were watching, then you’d get into a debate over onion rings vs french fries, somehow landing in politics, somehow ending up in a political debate only to end with the "Are we even real" conversation. And for whatever reason, you swore you could hear Tim itching in his seat whenever that conversation came up.
That boy goes down a lot of YouTube rabbit holes at 2 AM when he’s bored on patrol or not doing anything.
Now, one brother on their own was one thing. Two? Someone was calling the police. Three and you may have to check if your life insurance policy is still good. All four? Pray.
Since you now were officially the youngest, a title Damian was actually happy to pass on despite his warnings to Bruce, that meant you got the most of the teasing, even if it mostly came from your blood-related sibling. But his version of teasing tended to leave you with trips to your therapist so you could do without them.
However, one rule all your siblings and family stuck by, no one, and I mean NO ONE, not even in the Justice League or Titans/Young Justice teams, could mess or pick with you except them.
Everyone in the family was very protective over you. You were surprised to see even Alfred was on that list, though you learned quickly the butler was not one to be fucked with. 
You distinctly remember that one time the Batcave got invaded and Batman made you hide in one of the saferooms, you saw on one of the video monitor screens Alfred whacking the shit outta them with just a rifle.
For that reason, among others, you took a mental note to be careful with how you complimented his cooking in the future.
But seriously, if anyone messed with you, and your family found out, Hell itself would be scared of what would break loose from your home.
A bully from school started picking on you and calling you names and you didn't tell your brothers about it, wanting to handle it on your own. Besides, you could defend yourself. They taught you well.
Until the fateful day you came out as gay, bi, pan, etc., and he called you names that your father wouldn't even repeat, and that man had the title of a playboy.
Well, word spread around the school and got back to Damian, who went back and told your other brothers.
By the next day, Dick had shredded every thread of that boy's confidence. Tim hacked the school files, got his address, and framed him for changing grades in the school. Jason used said address Tim got to pay a trip to the kid's place and shot bullet holes in all his clothes when no one was home. And well, let's just say Damian almost went to jail.
Of course, Bruce was pissed when he found out and had to intervene, but when Damian admitted the reason he nearly got arrested, your father upped his allowance.
Only God could imagine the terror that would unfold the day you started dating.
Oh, and they all call you babybird which you despise.
Don't even get me started on your sisters.
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brianwashere · 10 months
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Heyyyy I love your dc stories and I wanted to ask if you maybe would write one for me.
Story would be: Teen trans!male reader that is (soon to be officially) adopted by the batfam and has been with them for a while. He didn‘t tell them he was trans and Jason was going into reader‘s room for a usb stick or something like that and sees blueprints and a handmade binder reader made so he can patrol better. Reader walks in on Jason staring at the binder and almost get‘s a panic attack. That is because the adoption is to be official soon and reader is scared that they would kick him out for being trans. Jason comforts him and it turns into a heart to heart. Dick and Tim were searching for their brothers bcs patrol starts soon and they didn‘t show up in the cave. They find them in reader’s room. And then fluff just ensues.
This is SUPER self-indulgent and I would love for you to write this since I‘m awful at writing myself :)
He he ha ha. I am feeling DEVIOUS with this one >:))
I love older brother Jason sm. Btw I also got the title from “Living on the Sand” by Colter Wall. I love that album sm.
**I do not own any characters or part of the franchise from DC**
Pairing: Batfam x trans!batbro!reader
Genre: hurt/comfort
Summary: go to req
Tw: near panic attack, kinda forced coming out(?)
Forgive me forgive me, don’t it sound more clear
Four days. Four days until you become a legal member of the family. At first, you were ok keeping being trans a secret, but the closer the official adoption day came, the more anxious you became. Sure, Bruce donated to tons of LGBTQ+ charities and several of your brothers were on the queer spectrum, but how would he feel having a son who was…different?
Would he still want to adopt you? Even worse—you knew your family’s more private lives. How you had taken on a private life. What would happen when Bruce tosses you aside when he inevitably finds out?
You were sitting in the kitchen, scrolling on your phone and eating cereal despite it being around 12:00 am.
The door to the kitchen opened and you glanced up to see Jason coming in, clad in his Red Hood suit, save for the helmet.
“Yo, loser. You got a free usb? Need it for blackmail storage.” He asked casually.
You raised your eyebrows in a ‘seriously?’ expression and swallowed the bite in your mouth.
“Yeah, it’s in my room on my desk. Next to the lamp.” You went back to scrolling through your phone. “You better buy me another one, I need it for a school project.”
Jason just gave you a thumbs up and walked out of the kitchen. When he got to your room he walked to your desk and grabbed the usb, but something akin to blueprints caught his eye and he stopped to examine them.
‘Hope he doesn’t go snooping through my room, I could have embarrassing stuff lying around.’
You thought to yourself, taking the final bite of cereal.
‘Though I don’t know what he’d find—basically everything embarrassing is hidden or put away…’
You drank the milk from your bowl and got up to put it in the sink.
‘What did I even do in my room today?’
You were hardly paying attention to whatever was on your phone screen now.
‘basically just worked on making my binder and I put that away—‘
Your heart dropped to your stomach and suddenly the cereal wasn’t sitting well with you.
‘You didn’t put it away because you weren’t done with it tonight. You didn’t put it away because you were hungry.’
You dropped your bowl and it shattered on the kitchen floor. You ran as fast as you could to your room, through the broken shards of the bowl.
You practically threw yourself up the stairs and sprinted so fast to your room you almost passed it. You caught yourself on the doorframe, panting heavily. Your feet stung so much, you dropped to your knees.
To your horror, Jason held the design for your binder in one hand and the prototype in the other. Your throat constricted suddenly and you heaved for air. Jason looked at you and he dropped the binder and blueprints in his hand. He rushed to your side.
“Hey hey hey hey. What’s wrong? Are you hurt? Deep breaths. In for four, out for four. Follow my breathing.” Your older brother placed your hand on his chest and demonstrated the breathing patterns.
You followed to the best of your ability, focusing on being able to breathe so you could talk and explain and maybe—just maybe—have a chance to not blow this.
When you could breathe relatively normally again, you immediately began to explain.
“I swear—I swear—it’s not—I don’t—I just—PLEASE DON’T KICK ME OUT! YOU’RE THE ONLY REAL FAMILY I’VE EVER KNOWN AND—” You settled for when you couldn’t explain what was found out about you.
“HEY!” Jason snapped you out of your rambling. “Who said anything about being kicked out?”
You hadn’t even realized his arm was around your shoulders but it suddenly felt comfortably heavy. You rubbed away the tears that had gathered in your eyes and looked at him.
“First off, you’re still being adopted, ok? Nothing will change that.” He started with. “Second. What you’re doing is extremely dangerous. Why are you binding unsafely?”
You looked up at him.
“I just…I couldn’t bring myself to even consider coming out to you.” You gulped heavily, looking back to the ground. Jason’s arm tightens around you comfortingly.
“I’m sorry if we ever made you feel like that. I’m sorry if I ever made you feel like that.” Your older brother says sadly.
You shook your head ‘no’, leaning into him.
“It wasn’t your fault. I just didn’t have the courage…” You trail off.
“When I came out—it—“ Jason huffs a laugh. “Man—it was awful.”
You looked at him, urging him to keep going.
“Ok, so I found out I like guys and girls, right?” He was smiling now, adjusting himself into a more comfortable position. “But I was all anxious to come out, ya know? I found a guy I wanted to go out with and I didn’t wanna hide it from…dad.” You didn’t ignore Jason actually calling Bruce ‘dad’.
“—and this was before Dick came out so he had like barely any idea about labels and stuff—“ Your older brother continued. “So I stand up and tell him ‘Bruce, I’m bi.’” Jason paused.
“And?” You asked.
“I have never seen someone so smart, so confused. He says—entirely seriously—‘Jason, you only speak one language.’” Jason burst out into laughter.
You laughed with him. It felt nice. You felt seen, in a way.
Time passed, you’re not sure how long. Maybe an hour? It was long enough for two of your other brothers to take notice and look for their missing brothers, ready to berate them for being late to patrol.
You and Jason were on the floor wheezing after he had showed you some meme he found.
You heard a knock on the door and saw your two older brothers peer into your room. Dick titled his head and Tim raised an eyebrow at the state of you and Jason. Them walking in sobered you up a bit from your laughing fit. You swallowed and glanced at Jason. He sat up and nodded at you encouragingly.
Dick and Tim glanced between the two of you. You stood up and cleared your throat.
“I’m—I’m trans.” You ripped the band aid off.
Dick and Tim blinked owlishly at you. Tim talked first.
“So…your pronouns are—?” Tim started.
“—he/him.” You interrupted.
Tim nodded, still seeming to process the information. Your answer seemed to only confuse Dick more. Jason made eye contact with Dick and gave him a look of “say something, asshole.” That startled Dick from his stupor.
“Dude! I’m so proud!” He said gleefully, opening his arms for a hug, which you gladly gave.
Tim gave you a side hug too.
“Does Dad know?” Dick asked.
You shook your head
“No.” You sighed.
“You probably should tell him.” Tim patted you on the back.
“But what about the adoption—“ You were cut off by Jason.
“Hey, what did I say about the adoption?” Jason scolded.
You groaned. “Yeah yeah…coming out won’t change anything…” You sighed.
Your three older brothers nodded in approval which made you roll your eyes.
“We’re proud of you.” Dick smiled and ruffled your hair. “Bruce will be too.” He added.
“Proud of what?”
You looked to the door and saw your father standing in the doorframe.
You took a deep breath and walked over to your father.
“Dad, I’m trans.” Your voice cracked and you couldn’t meet his eyes.
A large hand rested on your shoulder. You looked at Bruce.
“Well we better make sure those adoption papers are correct then.” He smiled at you.
And you smiled back.
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insomanic-fanfication · 5 months
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Batfam's reacting to you falling asleep on Tim
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Author's note: Full fanfics will have to wait, but I will be doing these types of things for a bit. Feel free to send in asks! I thought this post was cute and got my creative bug working again. I also wanted to avoid spamming Gator's inbox cause' I already sent in one or two.
Dick Grayson: The proudest brother alive! Look at Timbo finding love! Would definitely put a blanket over you both, and the group chat with his friend would be spammed with pictures and messages of how cute you guys are, how excited he is about Tim opening himself more, Trying to figure out what your couple name should be. Goes to leave but turns back around to make sure Tim's progress is saved and see if the laptop needs to be charged. Then leaves the room, to let you guys cuddle and sleep in peace, telling the rest of the batfam to keep quiet and not disturb you two.
Jason Todd: Found out what was up when Dick was telling everyone not to disturb you love birds. The man was just reading his book in the library, and he got his Flamboyant older brother wagging his finger in his face. Keep quiet, like bitch, your the loudest out of all of us. Decides to weigh the options of maybe writing something on Tim's face in washable marker, to ruffle dick's feathers a little. However, upon entering the room, he sees how content you both are and doesn't have the heart to mess with you. He can't help but let a soft smile creep up while leaving, happy to see Tim finally taking a break from fight or flight. Damian Wayne: No! Of course, he's not doing an FBI-level background check on you because he's worried about his brother! It's essential to know the information of people close to their work as heroes! No, he's not nervous about possible changes in the family's route; that concern is for babies! 'Alferd, could you ensure they drink water and a snack when they wake. Drake probably hasn't touched a glass of water in days'.
Alfred Pennyworth: Would 100%, if told to or not, bring you both snacks and water bottles for when you both wake up; however, I also feel like he would also bring you headache meds. He's had to raise Bruce and insomniac Wayne and has been around the block more than once. Could you check on both laptops to see if they need to be charged? Quite happy to see that Tim has found someone that makes him happy, as well as that Tim's brothers are pretty excited. However, he is a little concerned that Damian may be unable to handle another change within the routine again so soon. It'll just be something that must be talked through with time.
Bruce Wayne: He'll probably be hyperfocused on doing research and stuck in his own thoughts. Cause he's over the moon that Tim's found someone. However, he needs to figure out how to follow the parental rules for same-sex relationships. He wants to keep the rules fair between his children, but like..??? So many questions, not enough answers yet. You can just get ready for awkward but supportive conversations to come.
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lukabitch · 8 months
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👋hope you're having a good day?
I was wondering if I could request a batfam x batbro (like maybe he's around 16-18) and something happened on patrol maybe attacked by a strange large dog? or gets injected with something by a villain of your choice? And the symptoms are intense like high fever, sense of smell becoming super sensitive along with hearing where they feel like eardrums are going to burst. When things seem like they settled other things have come to the surface eyes have changed color, easily irritated, wolfish like canines that grow larger and oh boy the inhuman strength. Reader feels like they're a monster, that he's a danger. He doesn't understand what's going on. Maybe he runs away to keep the people closest to them safe. (That is if you right for werewolf's that'd be awesome)
This is my first time writing for a werewolf reader. If I get anything wrong I’m sorry. Thank you so much for the request Anon! :)
Cw: Angst, descriptions of pain, lots of wholesome stuff, more based off of wfa.
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It was a normal night doing a solo patrol. You actually liked nights like these. The city is quiet and still, it almost makes you wish it was like this more. “(H/n) there’s been reports of strange activities at the nearby warehouse.” Oracle came over the comms. “Really trying to give me something to do? Okay, I’m on it.”
Turning off comms, you made your way to the warehouse. It was abandoned, just left to rot away. It could be a potential hide out for a gang. You entered through a side entrance and looked around the empty building.
In the center of the building was a nest of some sort. It was made of dead branches and scraps of metal. You sighed and turned comms back on. “Looks like a home for some animal. More of a job for an animal catcher.”
“Might as well do it. You’re not doing anything.” You and Oracle laughed together. A loud bang rang out towards the back of the warehouse. It was silent after, a sinking feeling of dread washed over. You looked in the direction of the bang and slowly walked towards it.
Suddenly, an abnormally large dog launched out of the shadows. It bit down on your arm, causing blood to spill. You kicked the dog off and watched it run off into the darkness. Panting, you looked at your now shredded arm.
“I need to head back to the cave. I’m losing a lot of blood Babs.” Your mind was already getting fuzzy. You could barely walk let alone run. This was extremely unusual for just a bite.
You fell to the ground, an overwhelming fatigue taking over your body. Right before you passed out someone ran inside calling your name. Their yelling and footsteps felt so distant as your eyes closed.
When you woke up your entire body aches. You tried to get a grasp on your surroundings. There was a nightstand with a note, pills, and a glass of water on it. Pulling yourself up you open the note and smiled. It was a note from Alfred telling you to take your medicine.
Listening to his wise words you took the pills. You tried to stand up but immediately fell back on the bed in pain. It felt like someone was bashing your head in. Apparently you made enough noise to concern someone.
Their footsteps running up the stairs sounds like bombs. You clamped your hands over your ears. The door flung open and in the doorway was Bruce. “Y/n are you okay?” Even though he spoke at a normal level it felt like he was screaming directly in your ears.
“Please be quiet. Just leave me be.” Your voice sounded so weak. Bruce without another word, left closing the door behind him. You sink back down into the bed. Pain and fatigue took over your body forcing you to go back to sleep.
Weeks had passed since then and things have only gotten more concerning. Your teeth were sharper, your temper was short, and your own strength was starting to scare you. You felt so wrong. The need to get away was overwhelming.
Everyone had taken notice of your changes. The worry and concern could be felt through every interaction. You just couldn’t take it anymore. You packed some of your things and left while no one was watching. You were back on the streets again.
It didn’t take long for the family to notice your absence. They were quick to start searching for you. They search for you all over Gotham. Until, eventually, Alfred finds you. It completely caught you off guard. "Master Y/n, there you are. The entire family is worried sick." He kept his cool as to not scare you off.
"They shouldn't worry, especially you." Your voice was a little rough but not too off. You watched as Alfred shook his head at you, he had a small smile on his face. Something about it was always a comfort to your strange life.
"You worry too much about others, maybe it's time to focus on taking care of yourself." He stated in such a 'matter of fact' way. Which, to his credit, wasn't wrong. He put a reassuring hand on your shoulder. "Tell me why you really left." The words hit you like a truck, maybe there was some underlining issues at play.
"It's just a lot of pressure is all. Protecting the innocent means no mistakes, no half measures. You have to be perfect and I'm not perfect like this." Your voice was as soft as it could be. Alfred let out a sigh before looking off at the sky.
"When Master Bruce was your age, he was filled with so much anger. He caused much trouble in his teenage years." He took a brief pause, probably trying to think of the right story. "One day I was informed by the school that Bruce had received a one week suspension. Of course it was for a fight, he didn't like how a kid was treating others. He said the kid deserved it." He cocked his head and smiled. "So I dragged him by the ear and gave him a lesson in temperance."
You laughed a little at this. "So, you dragged him to teach him a lesson in temperance? Sounds about right." All Alfred could do was laugh at your words.
"Well, he did learn to control his temper. You can learn to control this new power you have." He put his hand back on your shoulder, he made his point clear. "Come back home, for the family."
You thought about for a moment before sighing. "I'll come home but only for your cooking." The small joke made the both of you laugh lightly. The ride home was rather comforting in a strange way.
What you didn't expect however, was everyone bombarding you with affection and questions. Which was mainly Dick.
It felt nice to be back.
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alessabriel · 1 year
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Gunshot - Pt2.
Summary: the unknown lives in the dark and the dark finds a home in empty chests.
Cw. Angst, dark content, death of the main character, slight combination between mdzs|wwx, male reader= Blaine, etc.
Pt1. 
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Blaine tried to regulate his breathing, he really was trying but it was like he was trying to suck a vine of thorns up his nose. He was trying to hold his breath long enough to relax his rapid breathing and get air into his rusty lungs but he couldn't, it was a daunting task. His hands trembled, making him unable to search his pockets for the lighter to have something cold between his boiling fingers and he felt his heart hammering his chest mercilessly, as if it wanted to grind the organs that protected him to reach his ribs and destroy them, his overloaded heart that pumped blood throughout his body as a result of his own fear.
Because he was afraid, he was terrified in a horrific way and to admit it was his undoing, he felt like pulling out of his own body in a painful way.
It had taken him days to run away from his brothers as well as from them, those people who wanted him dead for what he needed in his chest and compensated with what he could. So much was the persecution that it reached a limit, a clear limit that was the total break and could not overcome it. He was barely able to breathe. The litany of voices riddled his head with lethal force and the equivalent of pure acid began to circulate in his veins, the unknown that he began to control little by little raised the trail of dead around him but the growing panic prevented him from seeing further. of the tunnel in his eyes. Because the only objective in his hands was to call him, to hear his calm voice caressing his ears and feel human, to feel in the old days where the greatest danger in his day in the morning was to annoy him and annoy him to the degree that the they will be expelled from the classroom.
I needed to hear his voice one last time, because I knew it; it would be the last time for him.
Blaine knew that this day was his last, he felt it in his bones and blood running through his battered body, broken bones and wounds that would not heal from his own desire to melt into the comfort of eternal rest. . That's why he required it, it didn't matter that they tracked him down with it because he only wanted to hear his voice over the guttural voices of the dead.
Just a little more.
The phone rang with the tones in his ear, now so sensitive but he resisted it and the pattern of his single breathing urged a putrid calm, an inhalation of fresh, optimal air into his lungs stagnant in dirty air. Blaine couldn't help laughing, making fun of his current situation when he saw how little by little those who he killed in his fight to flee got up again and in the distance he saw the cars approaching, where he knew they would shoot him for what they didn't know and he could control, or rather understand and appropriate it.
"Morgan!" was the relieved greeting that Blaine issued, raising his hand to do something for the dead, however only a few obeyed and his blood ran cold, just seconds "What?"
He felt beads of icy sweat running down his battered muscles, his blood froze and he couldn't think past his panic, he was terrified. Blaine came to himself a few seconds later, holding his gun in hand, his bullets would do little against the dead but they would give him time, he only needed a few minutes. Just a few minutes.
"Thank you for being my friend and sorry for not being able to keep our promise"
He could feel his panic filter through the call, the sounds of movement, the rustle of metal against the uneven engraving of the unknown field and the slip of a new cartridge, a distinctive sound from a Heckler & Koch VP9 semiautomatic pistol he always held. near him, a weapon that his father detested. The call was just a distraction from the slow approach of those who belonged to that organization who were now dead.
"Blaine don't you dare-"
"I've always been daring Morgan, it's my hallmark-" and Blaine's voice cut off as he spit out a large amount of blood, a rusty blood that lightened his chest for seconds so he could feel the painful beating of his heart "Could you forgive me some day?"
"Just wait for me please" Blaine heard Morgan's plea on the other end of the call and the one-handed pistol, when he was at his best it was easy but now he was inches away from powerless, his fingers no longer responded " Blaine try I beg you"
"I-I can't" was the painful response that emerged from Blaine still holding the phone to his ear and trying to get a good aim at the cars that were approaching in the distance, some shots stopped them but he knew how stubborn those families were. archaic.
"Stay with me, please" the other male voice on the call sobbed in plea.
Blaine just smiled at what he knew would happen, and he made up his mind, he would not make his best friend and soul mate listen to what would happen to him or what the living dead would do to him.
"See you later"
And the call was cut off, as if it were a signal, the dead who were still staggering began to run possessed by some alien force, even more violent and visceral than their own towards the wounded young man who was leaning on his motorcycle, a motorcycle that had passed due to so many paint changes and repairs that made it a preserved relic, if he closed his eyes he could remember staying in the cave fixing it with a pair of clear eyes watching him fascinated or listening to his commander's advice and the change in the air made him return to reality, face to face with what had been his salvation at one time.
Sounds from hell itself echoed through the air announcing a farewell.
That was all the signal it took to lunge forward and over his own master, who controlled them for a while to tear everything in his path and bite. Destroying in a burst of alien force and not equal to the warm sensation of being handled with a macabre sweetness with putrid bodies, was not what they knew.
Blaine felt faint when he destroyed that damn artifact that he created to hold on to what made him the way he was before, he destroyed it and that only ensured more violence in his death. It didn't matter, he took the whole damn artifact melting it back to what it originally was; blood and flesh that they took from his body (he still remembered their laughs and they scratched him until they tore him) devoid of that core that they took from him, that core that worked so hard and was taken from him. I just fervently wish I had a hug from Alfred or Morgan, just one.
They were feverish wishes and dreams of someone dying.
The disgusting beating of his heart was sweet and acid, but he cradled it against himself, they were his, they were acceptable, and he inhaled deeply through so much immense pain and never had the opportunity to exhale.
Not even at death's gates could he be at peace.
Had it been so bad to kill those men?
Was it too bad to think differently?
Was it wrong to agree to train like his father? But he had always admired him. Had he done wrong?
Was it his fault for not being like him?
Was he really as bad as they claimed?
Did she deserve to have the gold forcibly ripped from his chest for someone else?
Did he deserve to have taken from him what made his chest warm and gave him strength? Why did his father allow it? Why did he let them? BECAUSE?
Had it been bad?
Was a rule more important?
Why did HE allow it?
Was this payment for being the way he was?
Was he to blame for everything?
Did he bring misfortune to everyone as they said?
Was he really that bad?
He had no answer to any of them and if anyone knew the last thing Blaine thought, they would feel a crushing uneasiness and heartbreaking melancholy.
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thealtoduck · 2 years
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*On twitter*
Gotham Media Outlet: Dear Y/n Kyle, you’ve gone a little to far with this ”Outfit”. May be time to class it up and put some clothes on?
BatCat!Bro: @ gotham media outlet, your pussy is way to dry to be riding my dick like this.
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riotlain · 2 years
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You still take requests???
If so could you write hcs about batboys realizing they're in love 🥰 (with male reader if you could) (if you did before could you share link 🙏) Love you...
IM SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG JT GOT BURIED UNDER DRAFTS IM SORRY 😭😭
THIS IS A NWLNW BLOG!! WOMEN DNI
Dick Grayson
When he realizes hes in love with you
HES DOWN HORRENDOUS
ok he's like probably really bad at hiding his feelings so he ends up like flirting like prolly more often
Bottom of the barrel shit sometimes too
Bro would straight up say "Nice cock" if he had balls
Batfam teases him for how obvious he is
Depending on whether or not youre a superhero he's gonna be protective
Like yea as a civilian hes protective enough. Gotham is very dangerous!!
If you're a superhero too than he'll probably be a bit less protective... or atleast try to be
"Y/n can handle dealing with Poison Ivy himself it'll be fine... I'll go show up just in case."
If you're a villain though he's always the one to arrest you (he lets you go)
He aint the elaborate plan type of guy when it comes to this
So he one night jusy thinks "Yea im def gonna fess to him"
So no matter if youre civilian, hero, or villain he'll confess with a bouquet of flowers under the moonlight with some shit pick up line
Jason Todd
Used to have internalized homophobia but now hes over it... mostly
If youre a villain he'll straight deny his feelings for the longest time
Civilian or hero though? He'll definitely flirt
As in he just shows that he wants to protect you I guess
It honestly took him a while to realize he had feelings for you
Like yeeaaa hes gotten with alot of women and all but like with you? Something is hitting different and he doesn't know what
Roy finds out for him
He found out and teased Jason and Jason is just like "Wait what🧍‍♂️"
So with this new found crush how will Jason approach it?
Hes either really blunt or will completely avoid it all together 💀💀
Like i'm ngl you gon have to make the first move
Tim Drake
He found out he was bisexual and really went "Oh🤨??...OH😲"
Like if you just go to school with him he'll like try to hang out with you more
If you're a hero he's going on patrol more often just to hang around
And if youre a villain💀💀 He definitely tries to keep up the hero facade but like
Fucks it up with getting nervous
"I dont wanna hurt him too bad so he hates me. Wait he's trying to kill me though. I think he is???"
Has definitely lost a few fights with you bc of that 😭😭
Damian found out first (analytical lil shit) and made fun of him
Not in the homophobic way but in the way where his brother has a crush and looks like an idiot
"Drake you look like an utter idiot."
He tries to be smooth (Advice from Dick ofc) and fails
He does the thing where he tries to lean against a wall and fell the other way😭😭
Man just ask him out so he can quit embarrassing himself please
Damian Wayne
Def has internalized homophobia sorry
You know he isnt the best at his feelings so when he's around you he goes a bit crazy-
'I think of Y/n as a friend. Why would I think more of him as more?? Is it normal for me to like boys???? Dear god.'
Asks Alfred about it (One of the batbros prolly heard him though and barge in I'm ngl)
He isn't sure how to go about uh... "Courting you" as he calls it
Like yea he gets the kinda stuff to do for girls he's read many novels on that
But boys??? Hes stumped
He ends up stalking all the couples in his school for an answer
And probably ends up avoiding you :((
Whenever you try to confront him he just says "Its nothing." and leaves
Buuttt one day he ends up spilling everything on accident
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joey-journal · 8 months
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MASTERLIST!!
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Welcome to Joey's Journal ! ! ! ╭── ⋅ ⋅ ── ✩ ── ⋅ ⋅ ──╮
Hi! tbh I write to self ship but you can enjoy my content too! I'm 18 so expect mature themes! I write smut, fluff, angst, and comfort. This blog is written by a transmasc so I'm only feeding the he's, they's, and genderliquids (genderfluids). (sorry not sorry ladies- but you're welcome to read ^w^) Now that we've got that covered, on to rules & regulations! ╰── ⋅ ⋅ ── ✩ ── ⋅ ⋅ ──╯ ╭── ⋅ ⋅ ── ✩ ── ⋅ ⋅ ──╮ I don't want any minors or ageless blogs interacting with my posts. (read them all you want - just no interactions)
Fic request are to be asked under "Request Open" ,
DO NOT dm me about fic request Remember to like, comment, or reblog Be respectful to one and all Now that's that done :) ╰── ⋅ ⋅ ── ✩ ── ⋅ ⋅ ──╯
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Kinks I Won't Write For:
Age Play
Armpits/Acrotomophilia
Branding
Cock Cages/Chastity
(Major/Unrealistic) Cum Information
Feet/Foot Fetishist
Fisting
Formicophilia/Zoophilia
Incest
Lactophilia/Lactation
Latex
Macrophilia/Microphilia/Unrealistic Anatomy
Necrophilia
No Aftercare CNC/Rape
Pedophilia
Piss Kink
Scat
Vomit
Vorarephilia/Vore
Whips/Heavy Impact Play - etc. ╰── ⋅ ⋅ ── ✩ ── ⋅ ⋅ ──╯
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Fandoms:
My Hero Academia
Call Of Duty
Jujitsu Kaisen
Marvel Soul Eater Shall We Date?: Obey Me Hazbin Hotel / Helluva Boss - The list will extend as I write
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lazycats-stuff · 5 months
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I’ve been sitting on this a while but I requested a fic where male batbro reader wasn’t very emotional when it comes to death but could I request a second part?
The readers friend stops being friends with him and is rude to him because of him not being able to understand those feelings of others griefs and is makes the reader feel like a terrible person because that’s what the friend said, the reader trying to act like a completely different person to make up for it.
I’ve just had this happen to me before and it has made me feel like a freak for the longest time ):
I can make a part 2 and I'm sorry you were treated like that. You shouldn't be considered a freak just because you see death differently. Everyone griefs differently and that's okay.
Batfamily & male!reader - part 1
Summary: (Y/N) feels like a freak when he has a fight with his friend.
Warnings: mentions and talks about death, (Y/N) is hurt, Bruce being a good dad
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After the incident with Damian's animal dying, (Y/N) has been trying to be more sensitive about death, but it hasn't been easy. He didn't understand why he would have to change his opinions for someone's comfort. Sure, he could comfort you, but he won't be changing his personality.
But that attitude soon came crushing down.
(Y/N)'s friend had a death in the family and (Y/N) tried to be a good friend to him. He really did. But his friend didn't see it that way. He called him a freak and then kicked him out of his apartment.
(Y/N) was shocked when his friend did it. He stood outside in the hall for a few minutes, trying to process it all. Is he really a freak? Just because he can't tap into those feelings of grief? Just because of it.
(Y/N) called Alfred to pick him up, trying not to tear up during the call. He left the building, wiping the tears from his eyes, not wanting anybody to question him and make him talk about it.
He will break down in the privacy of his room, when there wouldn't be anyone. And he will lock the door too, just that so nobody enters the room while he cries. He doesn't understand why somebody would be mad if he knew how he would react.
He already knew he was different, ever since the incident with Damian's animal who passed away. Even before that, his relationship and view with death was aloof and not even serious. Death is natural. Every day we are closer and closer to our death. Sometimes, death comes quicker.
Death doesn't really choose when it comes.
Death just comes.
Alfred picked him up and (Y/N) was quiet in the car ride. Alfred was confused as to why (Y/N) was so quiet, but didn't really question it. He only started worrying when (Y/N) just made a beeline for his room and that was something that made Alfred worry slightly.
Once (Y/N) was inside his room, he broke down crying. Was he really a freak? Was he really that... (Y/N) cried softly into his pillow, hugging it tightly. Why?
He stopped crying once he saw the phone's screen lit up with a message. (Y/N) shakily reached for the phone and cried even more when he saw what his friend wrote to him. He threw the phone, not caring about what has happened to the phone.
He sobbed into the pillow. Why is he considered a freak? He is just different in that aspect, why is that so wrong? WHY? (Y/N) just curled into himself, crying himself to sleep.
But that sleep was short and (Y/N) was awake during the night, eyes burning from the crying he did. He swallowed with more difficulty and turned on his side. Should he change? Should he really be what others are?
Should he try to fit in?
Should he be someone he isn't just because he the society wants him too? Why? And for what?
Was that really his friend if he didn't accept him the way he is? And was he really that insensitive?
He tried to sleep more, but couldn't. He slowly made his way down to the kitchen where Alfred was serving breakfast and everyone was already there. He didn't look anybody in the eyes and was quiet during the breakfast.
Bruce noticed it and wondered what has happened, but has decided to leave (Y/N) alone, waiting for him to come to Bruce on his own. He would observe his son, making sure he is going to be okay. He wouldn't push his son, but he would observe.
And observe he did.
He watched how (Y/N) was slowly changing before his eyes. His behavior was different and Bruce didn't like it. It was far too sudden for Bruce.
He didn't know what has brought the sudden change. (Y/N)'s brothers also voiced their concerns to Bruce, seeing that (Y/N) was behaving differently and they didn't really like it too. It was too sudden for them to pinpoint when it has happened.
Worst of all, (Y/N) outrighted denied it. That either meant he was blind to it or he was fully aware of what's going on. There is nothing in between with (Y/N).
Bruce promised himself that he would talk, but how to breach this to (Y/N)? (Y/N) is probably going to blow up at him and then close more into himself. But if he doesn't talk to (Y/N), whatever that has been bothering him, will only eat him further and it would cause a big problem in the future.
And so Bruce manned up and despite his emotional constipation he is going to see what has happened with (Y/N). He won't push, but he has to see what the hell is going. Bruce knocked on the door, entering when he has heard a faint come in.
" Hey (Y/N). How are you doing? " Bruce asked as he closed the door behind himself. (Y/N) was in bed, curled up in a ball, just tired from all of problems and evil thoughts plaguing his mind.
" I'm good. "
Bruce knew that he needs to thread carefully now.
" (Y/N), we are all worried about you. You have changed and you are not yourself anymore. What happened? " Bruce asked as he sat down on the bed next to his curled up son.
" Am I freak? " (Y/N) asked and Bruce frowned at the question. What the hell?
" Who said that? " Bruce wondered as he put his hand on (Y/N)'s shoulder, squeezing it in comfort.
" You know that my friend recently had a death in the family? " (Y/N) said and Bruce knew exactly who it was.
" Okay? " Bruce prompted and (Y/N) took a shaky breath.
" He called me a freak and sent me mean texts. Why can't I be normal?! " (Y/N) started crying once more and Bruce leaned down to hug his son.
" You are not a freak (Y/N). You just can't tap into those feelings and you know, that's okay. Not everyone can tap into that part of themselves and you shouldn't feel sad or hurt." Bruce said, giving (Y/N) a kiss on the head and (Y/N) cried softly now.
" I think that your friend was just overwhelmed with grief and other emotions and I'm not excusing your friend and his words, but I think he got emotional and didn't think about what he has said. " Bruce finished up his thought and (Y/N) nodded into his pillow.
" Is there anything more that is bothering you? " Bruce asked and (Y/N) shook his head in no.
" Okay. Now, if you want, I can ask Alfred to make you something. You didn't eat much during these days and that's not good. " Bruce said and (Y/N) nodded.
" Anything specific? " Bruce asked and (Y/N) shook his head.
" A surprise then? Okay. You can take a nap if you want. " Bruce said with a smile and gave him another kiss to the head, tucking his son in as if he was a child.
When he stepped out, his four sons were clearly listening in. Dick and Jason tried to explain themselves, more accurately trying to make excuses to get themselves out of trouble.
" Don't. (Y/N) is taking a nap and don't bother him now. "
" What happened father? " Damian asked and Bruce ushered them away from (Y/N)'s room. (Y/N) needed to sleep more than listen to his brothers now.
" His friend called him a freak because he couldn't tap into those feelings of grief. " Bruce explained quickly and Jason and Damian became pissed at the friend, but Bruce told them that his friend is probably going from the place of grief.
Now, that was something that they could understand. Dick just wanted to cuddle his brother to death, but sure, he needs his sleep. Tim wanted to talk to the friend, but grief is a tricky emotion.
Damian and Jason were ready to kill the friend, but (Y/N) would kill them in return. So that was off the table.
" Okay, so how do we help (Y/N)? " Tim asked.
" If he wants to talk, support him. If he doesn't, don't push. He told me everything so he got it off of his shoulders. " Bruce said and everyone nodded.
Okay. That sounds like a good plan. As long as (Y/N) got something off of his shoulders, they are going to be happy. "
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rainnyydaysworld · 7 months
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I have a question.
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