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nothing-personal-posts · 8 months

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

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

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

Tag list: @rosecentury @agent-nobody-knows

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

Rather simple to simple minded people.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You were tackled. Taken far away from the edge.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

So you watched.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Phase one was to observe and gain info. Check.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He was a mess.

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

"Why so serious?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

You leaned away and smiled under your mask.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

And now, they will never even think of it.

It was all over the news.

Joker found dead on the outskirts of Gotham

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

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

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

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

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

"Batman. . ."

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

You began to chuckle out of frustration.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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book-place · 2 years

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Way the Cookie Crumbles

Warnings: none (I think), let me know if I missed any :)

Pairings: Batfamily x child reader

Request: Can you take on of the Batman wayne family adventures webtoon chapters and add a baby sister ( maybe the last cookie one its my favorite 🥹💕)

Request by: @spidyyparker

(Sorry if this was not what you were looking for, and if it wasn’t lmk and I’ll try my best to fix it!!)

*not my gif*

Summary: There’s a tradition your family has, and it’s about time you introduce it to the newest member of your chaotic family

A/N: This is from WFA on Webtoon so the credits go to the amazing creator of it; this was so much fun to make (even though it’s short) so when requests open up can someone please request more from different chapters?

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

“-and for the record,” Jason continued, taking off his helmet as he walked, “I’m only here for Alfred’s baking.”

Tim rolled his eyes playfully, “We all know you like it here. Besides,” He continued with a small smile as he saw the youngest member of the family running towards them in the hallway, “when else would you be able to see Y/n?”

Jason allowed a small smile to grow on his face upon hearing this, “Fine… the last part I agree with.” He mumbled, holding his arms out for you to run into.

You let him pick you up with a giggle, smiling even more as your second eldest brother spun you around up in the air.

“I still don’t understand why we all came back here.” Duke said in confusion, still smiling slightly like all of the others were at the sight before them.

“We have… a tradition.” Cass explained with a smile, skipping over and taking you out of Jason’s arms, much to his dismay.

You let out another giggle as she rubbed her nose playfully against yours and her hair tickled your cheeks.

She walked into the dining room, closely followed by the others.

“Isn’t it way past your bedtime, missy?” She asked in a fake stern voice, and you laughed even more.

“N-no!” You tried to deny, burying your face in her shoulder so she wouldn’t see the grin that would clearly give away your lie.

A tired Bruce took you out of his other daughter's arms, sparing you a small smile, “Hey, sweetie.”

You giggled once again, putting your hands on either side of your fathers face, “Hi, daddy.”

He took you and sat you down in the seat between him and Damian, who gave you a single nod of acknowledgement.

You began happily munching on some cookies and cake, watching all of your siblings chat and laugh all around you.

Duke looked down at the cookie in his hand, “So if no one gets injured during patrols, Alfred makes pastries? That’s the deal?”

You nodded along, not really knowing what he was talking about, but you got treats out of the deal so you didn’t really care.

“Yeah.” Cass laughed as she watched you try to look like you knew what you were talking about, “His cookies have won awards. That’s our trad-“

She cut herself off, eyes widening for a brief second before narrowing to slits.

Everybody else at the table seemed to halt as well- minus you, who was happily babbling to your father about who knows what, and Bruce who was just nodding along while glancing over his newspaper.

Their eyes all widened or narrowed, zooming in on the final cookie on the table.

“The last cookie…” Cass said dramatically, death glaring at all of her siblings as if to tell them not to get any ideas.

Then the room exploded into chaos.

Within seconds, your siblings were all out of their chairs, pushing and shoving each other out of the way in order to get to the precious cookie first.

Kicks were being thrown, curses were being yelled, threats were being made. In other words, it was just a typical night in the Wayne household.

You just kept babbling on to your father happily as he just slipped his coffee, covering your ears with his hands every once and a while when someone- definitely not Jason- would say something particularly bad.

“-And this is why I am the superior Robin. None of you are equal-“

You let out a loud laugh as Jason tackled your youngest older brother to the floor in hopes of getting the cookie, putting your hands over your mouth in amusement.

He began running away and had to stop himself from saying something that your young ears probably shouldn’t hear yet, instead settling on taunting his siblings with, “Suckers!”

Damian was quick to get payback though, jumping on top of his older brother while Tim grabbed his feet, sending the man flying towards the floor, who let out a curse as the dessert was sent soaring across the room.

Your eyes widened as you watched it land right on top of your fathers coffee mug, and your head snapped over to all your siblings to watch their reactions.

Time was frozen for a moment as everyone just stared at each other, before your father smirked, kissing the top of your head as he stood up and got into a defensive stance.

“Bring it.” He said cockily.

They all grinned and attacked your father all at once, you being his number one supporter and cheerleader.

“Go, daddy! Get the cookie! Don’t let them have it! Go, daddy, go!” You cheered from your spot at the table, picking up your fathers discarded coffee mug and bringing it to your lips.

You made a face immediately at the bitter taste that seemed to burn your mouth and put it down quickly.

“Coffee’s for grown ups, Y/n!” Bruce called as he blocked all his attacks with ease, glancing at you from the corner of his eye.

“Yeah,” Jason continued, trying to punch his adopted father in the throat, “Don’t want to end up like Timmy!”

Said boy let out an offended noise as he tried to smack the cookie out of Bruce’s hand.

Just then, Cass came out of nowhere and kicked his hand successfully, sending the cookie once again flying through the room, landing in none other than Alfred’s hand.

“Ahem.” He cleared his throat to get everyone’s attention, “None the worse for wear, I see.”

You had no idea what he said, but you laughed loudly anyway.

He walked over to your chair, smiling down at you as he handed you the cookie, patting your head before looking up at the family, “Welcome home.”

You laughed loudly again, biting into the cookie, “I won! I got the cookie!”

It was then your family’s turn to laugh.

The Superior Robin ❤️- @ineedmorefanfics2 @sambucky8 @spidyyparker

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unicreamuwu · 9 months

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Batgirl! Reader Info

(This is for my new yandere batfam series!)

(DO NOT steal my art!)

Full Name: Y/N Wayne (Because Bruce legally adopted)

Main Alias: Batgirl

Other Aliases:

Devil Child

200 IQ

Batsie Baby (By Harley)

Relatives:

Deceased Father

Deceased Mother

Deceased Unborn Brother

Unknown 4 aunts

Unknown Grandmother

Deceased Unknown Grandfather

Bruce Wayne (Adoptive Father)

Damian Wayne (Adoptive Older Brother)

"Close Allies"

Alfred Pennyworth

Dick Grayson

Barbara Gordon

Jason Todd

Tim Drake

Cassandra Cain

Stephanie Brown

Affiliation

Batman Family

Batgirls

Base of Operations: Gotham City

Alignment: Good

Identity: Secret Identity

Citizenship: (Your Nationality)

Occupation:

Vigilante

Test Subject

Gender: Female

Age: 6-7

Height: Slightly shorter than an average child

Weight: (Your weight)

Likes:

Batsie (Her bat plush)

Dress Ups

Family Trips

Shopping

Money

Slumber Parties

Tea Parties

Alfred's Sweets

"Business Meetings"

Romance Stories

Reading and writing in her secret diary

Dislikes:

Uncomfortable clothes

Chores

Studies

Nightmares

Stress

Thunderstorms

Bruce's lectures

Her mother's side of the family

#yandere #yandere x reader #yandere batfam #yandere platonic #yandere batman #yandere bruce wayne #yandere nightwing #yandere dick grayson #yandere red hood #yandere jason todd #yandere red robin #yandere tim drake #yandere robin #yandere damian wayne #yandere barbara gordon #yandere stephaine brown #yandere cassandra cain #child reader

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writing-blog-iguess · 9 months

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Oswald Cobblepot

Summery: Cass and Steph requested a story about her and Penguin. How they met, Bruce trying to convince her to quit working for Penguin, and her last day.

Warning: really bad description of a fight, fluff maybe, angst maybe

A/N: I’ve had this in my drafts for months and it’s finally finished. Go me. As always feedback is welcome! And feel free to let me know who or what kind of story of Batmom you want to see next.

Ao3

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Given her job at the hospital and the clinic she sometimes volunteer’s at, she doesn’t get many days off. And when she has them, she takes them with a smile and relaxes outside underneath her favourite tree at Wayne Manor.

She’s happy and content at reading, and she smiles when Stephanie and Cassandra join her. They plop down on either side of her, and she starts reading out loud. Her smile only widens when the boys come out of the house to play a game of football.

And her morning is spent in a peace that she hasn’t seen in a while and she’s happy. It isn't until Alfred carries lunch out that Stephanie gets the ball rolling. “Mom, can you tell us a story?”

She raises an eyebrow at her, and laughs when she sees her boys tripping over themselves as they run towards them at the sight of food. “What kind of story would you like to hear?”

The two girls think about it for a minute. It’s Cassandra who spoke first. “Penguin.”

She shouldn’t be too surprised. The girls were away on a mission when the boys asked about her history with Harley. And when they got back, they were disappointed that they missed it. So they demanded their brothers to give them cliff notes of the stories.

“What about penguins?” Tim asked, as he plopped down beside Cass and grabbed for a plate of food. Stephanie promptly smacked his hand away. “Ow,” he whined, rubbing his hand. “What was that for?”

“You have to wait until everyone’s here, Tim. Otherwise, we don’t get food,” she said simply.

“Yeah, but if I don’t get a plate, Jason will eat everything,” he said just as Jason walked up behind him. Smacking the back of his head, Jason sits down beside Stephanie.

“I do not.” Tim, Steph and Cass gave him a pointed look causing him to huff. “So maybe I do. Can’t help it if Alfred’s food is better than my own.”

“Didn’t Alfred teach you?” Dick asked, taking a seat.

“Yeah, but before him Ma started teaching me. But that was before…” he trailed off. Jason’s death was still a sore spot for her. She hated talking about it, hating thinking about it. Hating herself and what she became when Bruce came home that night and told her what happened.

When Jason came back from the dead, she wasn’t the same. Don’t get it wrong, she was glad she had her Jason back. But there was a part of her that died when Jason did and it never came back. Since then, there was an unspoken rule of never talking about it around her. She appreciated the gesture, but sometimes it was unavoidable.

Clearing his throat, Tim repeated his question before their mother could spiral. “What about penguins?”

“Not penguins, Penguin. We’re trying to get mom to tell us stories about him,” Stephanie answered.

“Out of everyone Ummi knows, why him?” Damian asked, going to sit in front of her. She moved her legs and he sat down, leaning onto her chest. Stephanie shrugged, and grabbed a plate after getting an okay from Alfred.

“Why not? Besides, I want to know if he was always like that. Or if he changed once he became Gotham’s most wanted.” That had caused her to snort and everyone turned to her in question.

“You don’t want to wait for Bruce to come?” she asked instead of answering their question.

“I’m afraid Master Bruce is tied up at Wayne Enterprises,” Alfred said before anyone could, “but he did say he’ll be joining you later once the meeting is finished.”

So much for a perfect morning. Oh well, it can’t be helped.

“So, what exactly do you want to hear?”

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“Come on Pumpkin,” Harley whined from her bed, stretching her arms out. “When was the last time you went out and had fun?”

She peered over her book, and raised an eyebrow at Harley. “During the summer when we didn’t have school. Harley, you should know this. You were there, and so was Selina.”

“Yeah, but we’re halfway through our second year and you need to let loose a little,” Harley retorted, “you can’t worry about school all the time.”

“Harley’s right,” someone else butted in before she could say anything. They looked towards the door and found Selina leaning on the doorframe, arms crossed. “You need to let loose once and awhile. It’ll help you relax so you’re not stressing over homework. Who knows, maybe you’ll even get lucky if we go.”

She flushed at the meaning and hid her face in her book. “No, I don’t want to. Besides, even if we did go out, it’s not like we can go out to bars. We’re underage.”

“I know a place that let’s minors in,” Selina supplied. Harley squealed and rolled off her bed, landing on the floor beside her roommate. She pulled the book away from her and pouted.

“Please?”

Her resolve crumbled as she sighed. “Fine, I’ll go out with you tonight. But only for tonight!” she promised. Selina rolled her eyes while Harley clapped her hands in victory.

“Yay! Now we have to find something for you to wear.” She only groaned as she watched her friends raid her closet.

“The Iceberg Lounge?” she questioned as she looked up at the building where they stood in line. “It sounds classy. Are you sure they let minors in?”

“Positive,” Selina purred, looping her arms through hers and Harley’s. “I’ve been here before; I think you’ll like it.”

She hummed but looked unconvinced. “If you don’t like it, we can always leave. Just say the word and we’ll go somewhere else,” Harley said, smiling brightly, she returned it in thanks. Her heart thumped quickly at the thought of Harley looking out for her, but she ignored it in favour of trying not to ruin the night.

Soon enough they neared the front of the line. The bouncer raised an eyebrow, but Selina did most of the talking. After a minute or two, he sighed and let them in after telling them the rules.

The lounge was quiet when she stepped in. not the quiet that libraries have when one wants to study. It wasn’t loud like the clubs she used to sneak into with Bruce. It was somewhere in between, a respectable level of quietness/loudness that she found herself relaxing. This was a place she knew she would visit again.

“Selina! Baby, it’s been awhile,” the bartender called once the three of them walked closer to the bar.

Selina smiled and brought her arms to her side before leaning on the bar. “Hey Joe,” she greeted and ordered drinks for the three of them. Harley had dragged her away when she noticed Selina started flirting.

“Wonder if she never not flirted.” Harley mused as she found an empty table. Sliding into the seat beside Harley, she laughed.

“I don’t think she knows how,” she said. Harley looked at her and she shrugged as an answer. “I’ve known her since high school, I’ve seen her with anyone she deemed interesting.”

“Has she flirted with you?”

She flushed at the thought of her best friend ever flirting with her, but merely shrugged. “Don’t know.”

“She was too busy with her nose in a book,” Selina said from behind them. She jumped while Harley giggled, and turned to look at Selina in question. “But it wouldn’t have mattered, I didn’t really like her like that so my feelings weren’t hurt.”

She flushed again and turned back to the table with a small pout. “I wasn’t that bad,” she mumbled. Selina hummed and walked around in front of them, sliding their drinks to them.

“Right. But the stories I have, tell otherwise.”

The red on her cheeks darkened and she took a sip of her drink to help cool her down. “Can we not? I don’t want to go down memory lane. It’s embarrassing.”

“Awe, but Pumpkin,” Harley whined, giving her puppy dog eyes. She looked away and shook her head firmly. Harley pouted when she refused to look at her. “Fine. I’ll leave it for now.”

“Thank you,” she said, giving Harley a smile. She didn’t notice the blush creeping on Harley’s neck, but Selina did.

“Come on Harley, let’s go dance,” Selina said, standing as Harley nodded eagerly.

“Are you coming pumpkin?”

“She doesn’t dance,” Selina answered, grabbing Harley by the hand and dragged her towards the dance floor. She floundered for a bit but didn’t try to defend herself.

“You guys have fun. I’m fun here,” she called after them instead.

“If you’re sure,” Harley called, looking unsure. She smiled at her roommate and only then did Harley feel comfortable leaving her alone.

She watched her friends dance for a bit before pulling out her phone. Opening the internet, she scrolled through hoping to find a part time job. But nothing seemed to appeal to her.

Sighing, she closed the phone and set it down. Crossing her arms on the table, she rested her chin on her arms and smiled as she watched her friends dancing.

“Shouldn’t you be over there dancing instead of sitting here by yourself?” someone asked, and she trailed her eyes over to an older man sitting beside her with a hooked nose. She shrugged and looked back at her friends.

“I can’t dance very well, and I don’t want to be the reason why we go home early,” she replied. “I might step on their toes or something. I think it’s a mood killer.”

“Still, it’d been fun to dance for a bit.”

“Maybe.”

They lapsed in silence for a while before it became too much, she introduced herself. “Nice to meet you, Oswald Cobblepot.”

“Pleasure’s all mine,” she replied, and still thinking about finding a job, she took the plunge and asked if he knew someone looking for people.

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“Hold on,” Dick interrupted, waving his arms in front of him as the story faded. “You worked for Penguin?”

“Yup. Stayed there until I was done with my residency,” she answered, chewing on a strawberry. “Honestly, the best job I’ve ever had.”

“But why?” Tim asked, moving his plate to the side and went to lay on his stomach. She leaned back on the tree and wrapped her arms around Damien once they were done eating.

“Med school isn’t cheap you know, plus everything else. I needed the money,” she said, tilting her head a little. “But I had some conditions while working there, don’t worry.”

“Bet Dad didn’t like that.”

She laughed and shook her head. “Oh you have no idea.”

—

“Seriously? Penguin?” Bruce exclaimed, following her as she walked behind the bar. She rolled her eyes and bent down to pick up a crate, only for Bruce to take it out of her hands once she stood up.

“Bruce!”

“No, Bug. You need to listen, you can’t work for someone like Penguin,” Bruce stressed out. She gave him a look and grabbed for the crate, tugging. He didn’t let go.

“No Bruce, I can listen to you but I’m not doing what you want me to do,” she answered, tugging on the crate with force, this time he let go. “And besides, I don’t even know who Penguin is.”

Bruce gaped at her and watched as she moved the crate to the storage room. When she came back, she huffed. “What?”

“Do you watch the news? It’s everywhere,” Bruce said, and she tilted her head scrunching her nose in thought. “Seriously? You don’t pay attention to the news?”

“No? That’s why I have Harley and Johnathan for,” she teased, he gave her a pointed look. “What? I’m busy with school and work. So forgive me if I don’t have time to read what’s going on in Gotham and who’s fighting who.”

“You were never too busy to pay attention to the news growing up,” he countered.

“Things change, Bruce. You of all people should know that,” she said, and let it sit in the air as she picked up the clipboard with all the things she still needed to do before opening.

“Do you even know what he does? What secret meetings he has while you work out in the front? I can tell you, his next meeting is with Zsasz about-”

“Nope!” she shouted a little too loudly, dropping the clipboard with a clang and hurriedly covered his mouth with her hands, stopping him before he could finish the sentence. “No, don’t finish whatever you’re going to say.”

Bruce raised an eyebrow and stared at her, waiting for an explanation. “I am aware of what he might be doing,” she said slowly, ignoring the look of disbelief. “Shut up, Bruce. I know it sounds dumb, but if I don’t know what’s going on I can live my life.”

“That is the stupidest thing I have ever heard,” Bruce mumbled behind her hands. She shrugged and dropped her hands. “He’s a crook and you know that. And yet you still work for him?”

She turned around and picked up the clipboard, looking it over. “What I know and don't is fine. It works in my favour if I don't. You know, plausible deniability. Besides, I work out here serving drinks and cleaning and stuff. He knows that and won’t get me involved.”

“You’re already involved! You’re working for him. Besides, you can’t live your life like that, it’ll get you killed.”

“Oswald won’t let that happen,” she answered. It was almost comical how wide his eyes were when she said his name. “And I’m sure you won’t either.”

“You call him by his name?”

“Of course, what else would I call him? Mr. Cobblepots? That’s a mouthful and he insisted I call him Oswald. And calling him Penguin just feels weird.”

“I think you’re a weirdo.”

“Geez, thanks Bruce. You really know how to charm a lady,” she said, voice flat. “The money I earn here is clean.”

“You can’t possibly know that,” he said, moving out of the way as she shooed him. She walked behind the bar and began wiping it down as Bruce sat on one of the stools.

“Of course I do, I do the book,” she said. Bruce leaned against the bar causing her to stop. She looked up and raised an eyebrow. “The books of the bar, not whatever Oswald is in.”

“You hate math.”

“Doesn’t mean I can’t do it,” she countered, trying to push him off the bar. “Move.”

“Come work for me,” he said, freezing her in place. She gripped his arm where her hands stilled, as if he just asked her out on a date.

“What?” she whispered. Clearing her throat, she let go of his arms and stood back, arms crossed. “And do what? Be your secretary? Be Batman’s? No thank you.”

“Why not? The pays probably better, good benefits too. And you'll be working for your best friend.”

“Exactly why I do not want to work for you,” she said. “The commune is longer-“

“I’ll get you a driver.”

“My schooling is important and I can’t miss classes-“

“We’ll work around your class schedule.”

“No, Bruce. I don’t want to work for you and you won’t be able to convince me otherwise,” she said, stubbornly.

“Why?”

“Because I don’t need people saying I’m sleeping with you just to get a job, or why I got promoted,” she finally caved and Bruce stared at her in shock.

“Why would they think that?”

She raised an eyebrow at him in disbelief and shook her head. “Bruce, you are and I quote ‘Bruce Wanye, Gotham’s next playboy billionaire’,” she said and snorted as he gaped like a fish. “Seriously? Don’t you look at the tabloids?”

“No! Is that what they’re saying about me?” Bruce asked, crossing his arms and waited.

“Don’t know what else they’ll say about you going on dates with different people every night,” she said, “but I’m sure that’s what you wanted right, so people can’t accuse you of being, well, you know.”

“Yeah, I just didn’t realize that’s what they settled on,” Bruce huffed, moving to lean his arms on the bar. “Is that really why you don’t want to work for me?”

“Yes. I want to make a name for myself, and to do that I have to distance my name with yours. I mean come on, growing up we were always together. If your name was in the paper, so was mine. What was it that they called us? Gotham’s sweethearts? They even predicted that we’d get married once we were older. So coming to work for you, would just add fuel to that burnt out fire. Besides, I like it here Bruce.”

“I never knew,” he whispered, resting to put his chin on his arms. She leaned over the bar and patted his head.

“You did, we joked about it for a bit. But then the mugging happened, and then you pushed me away.”

“Fat lot that did,” he said but couldn’t help but smile. She returned it and reached over to squeeze his hand.

“I’m just as stubborn, Bruce. Too bad you found out the hard way.”

They were silent for a moment, both lost in the past. A few seconds later, Bruce cleared his throat and dragged his gaze to her.

“So does that mean you, if I asked, that you’ll say no to being my informant?”

“Bruce!”

—

“You tried getting Mom as an informant?!” Dick asked, leaning forward as he saw Bruce make his way towards them.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Bruce said, coming to a stop beside Dick.

“Oh come on! Mom was telling us how she worked for Penguin. And that you tried to get her to quit,” Tim elaborated. Bruce made a face as memories from back then resurfaced.

“I still can’t believe you worked there until it shut down,” Bruce said, joining her by the tree. Cass, Stephen and Damian shifted so her and Bruce sat next to each other.

She looked up and smiled. “Like I said, plausible deniability.”

“I can’t believe it worked,” Bruce said, leaning down and kissing her cheek.

“Yeah, and the commissioner didn’t believe me when I said I had no idea what was happening. I’ve spent so much time in the interrogation room, I didn’t think I was ever going home.”

“It wasn’t too bad.”

She raised an eyebrow and gave Bruce a pointed look. “I was there for the rest of the night. All because we were waiting for Oswald to wake up. Harley and Selina almost came to get me by force if you hadn’t stopped them. Gordon ended up having to release me before all three of you could do something about it.”

“What did you tell them?” Dick asked, leaning over and snatching a cookie before Tim could grab one. Ignoring Tim’s hey! and took a bite.

“The truth,” she said, turning back to everyone. “That I work behind the bar. That I'm not allowed to go into the back and if I needed something, to ask someone else. Or call him for something and he’ll have someone bring it out.”

“Did you know Zsasz?” Jason questioned.

“Mm. But only as a customer. Was a huge flirt though, loved to make Harley jealous when they came out to bug me. Selina got a kick out of it too and joined in. I’ve never been so flustered in my life then on nights like those.”

“It’s still so weird that you and Harley dated,” Steph sighed, leaning her full weight on her mom. “Must have been the love of ages.”

“It was," Bruce answered for her. She turned to look at him, expecting to see jealousy, anger. But instead all she saw was love, admiration and gratitude. For what, she did not know, but had an inkling it was meant for Harley. Bruce slipped a hand in hers and squeezed, she returned the gesture.

“Wait, hold up,” Tim said, backtracking. “What do you mean Gordon kept you at the station?”

Bruce chuckled and Y/N blew out a breath. “That day wasn’t the first time I’ve spent time at the police station being questioned. But it was the last time, and it happened after Batman’s fight with Oswald. I told both of them if they wanted to fight, they were free too. Just not in the place I work. But neither listened.”

“You’ve been questioned before?” Barbara asked, knitting her brows together. “Dad never mentioned you.”

“Oh yeah. When Penguin first started up his criminal enterprise or whatever, Jim wanted to bring him down. Pulled me into the station a few times, asking what I know. Ooh I frustrated him so much because I knew nothing. And he didn’t have anything on me to book me, so he watched me walk away. Every time.”

Bruce snorted, gaining the attention of everyone. “He even came to Batman and Bruce, asking if I knew anything or had anything on her that she was in on whatever Penguin was doing. But true to her word, she stayed far away from it. It was starting to piss me off too.”

“What can I say? When I set my mind to something, it sticks.” Bruce grunted with mock annoyance.

“So what happened on your last day of working at the club?” Damian asked, interrupting whatever was going on between the two.

“Right. Well, it started with Ed.”

—

“Hello Peaches!” Edward Nigma called as he walked through the door.

“You know, I’ve never understood why you’ve nicknamed me Peaches,” she said in greeting, moving behind the bar as he walked towards it.

“You like peaches,” Ed said with a shrug.

“Just because I like peaches doesn’t mean anything,” she pointed out and smiled when he gave her a look. “What?”

“I said peaches and you answered without thinking twice about it,” Ed answered, “so it stuck.”

“Stuck indeed,” she hummed, laughing a little as she thought of all the nicknames she’s acquired. They range from types of animals to foods. She didn’t mind of course, she found it endearing.

“Oswald around?” Ed asked once there was a lull in the conversation.

“Probably,” she answered with a shrug, before going back to counting inventory. Ed paused in his walk and turned to face her, studying her.

“He doesn’t know you’re here, does he?” Ed asked, and watched as she froze in her task. She turned around and smiled guiltily.

“...no he does not,” she said, “it was suppose to be my day off, but Harley was busy and everyone else was too. So I figured I could catch up on stuff I’ve been slacking lately. Feel free to tell him when you see him though.”

Ed shook his head with a laugh. “Yeah. One day you’re going to get in trouble and I won’t be there to stop it. Probably should go home, Peaches.”

She waved away his worry before turning her head on him. “Don’t worry, it feels like I have a guardian looking after me anyways.” Ed chuckled, saying goodbye before leaving for the back room. “Oh and Ed?” she called, stopping him from walking through the door. He hummed in acknowledgement. “You know the rules.”

“You know, for someone who doesn’t want to know what Oswald is doing, you sure are a stickler for rules,” Ed pointed out and dropped his phone in the basket on the bar.

“What can I say? I’m a rule follower.”

Once she heard the door open and closed, she took out her headphones from her pocket and put them on. Scrolling through her music, she found her work playlist and hit play.

And that’s how she spent the next few hours, music blasting in her ears, oblivious to the world outside. Soon, the sun had set and with the lounge being closed for the night, it allowed her to finish up inventory and cleaned the place.

As she swept the floor, there was a commotion that started in the back rooms. Her music was loud enough she couldn’t hear the breaking of boxes, or shouting coming to her friends and boss. It wasn’t until someone was thrown through the back wall, and landed near her. Missing her by a few feet.

She shrieked, holding the broom close to her chest as she watched Batman groan from where he landed. “Bruce?” she whispered to herself, but loud enough that Batman could hear her. She saw his eyes widen before whipping around to find her standing there, looking frazzled.

“What are you doing here?” Batman asked, grunting as he stood up. She ripped off her headphones, mouth open to reply. But before she could, a cackling sound came from the gaping hole. They both turned to see Oswald standing there, with a machine gun pointing at Batman.

“Oswald?!” she squeaked out in surprise, clutching the broom so tightly that her knuckles turned white. She watched as Oswald turned towards her in surprise, grip slacking slightly on the gun.

“It’s suppose to be your day off?!” Oswald shouted, lowering the gun. “What are you doing here?”

“I had mentioned I was gonna come here and catch up on some work the other day!” she shouted, grip loosening on the broom handle. “I even told Ed to tell you I was here! Clearly he hadn’t.”

As if he was summoned, Ed walked up behind Oswald and stood beside him. “Why the sudden quietness?” he asked, not noticing who all was in the room.

“Edward Nygma!” she shouted, adjusting the broom in her hand, as if she was about to go and hit him with it. “What the hell?!”

“Peaches, I didn’t know you’d be here,” Ed said in mock shock. She went to take a step forward but stalled when Oswald shifted the gun in his hands. “You should have gone home when you had the chance.”

“I call bullshit, Edward.”

“Well, I did tell you would get in trouble one day,” he said with a shrug. He shuffled towards Oswald, hanging off his shoulder looking a little unhinged.

“Somethings wrong,” she whispered, once again her grip tightened on the broom as she shuffled a bit closer to Batman. From the corner of her eye, she saw Batman slowly move towards her as well. “Ed’s not usually like this. What happened?”

“What happened dear Peaches,” Ed started, leaning over to grab the gun from Oswald, “I’ve just been hit with a dose of reality,” he finished as he checked the magazine. When everything seemed alright, Ed threw her a smile. She shuddered at the look he was giving her. “Now Peaches, let’s see if that guardian angel is here now.”

And before she could process what he meant by that, Ed pulled the trigger. Everything happened in slow motion as she watched in horror as he pointed the gun at her. She felt a stinging feeling in her shoulder before having her breath knocked out of her as Batman tackled her to the ground.

She groaned as they rolled across the floor, and Batman threw down a table as coverage as he pressed her close to his chest. “What are you doing here?” he asked through gritted teeth.

“What am I doing here?! What are you doing here?!” she whispered-yelled, looking up to glare at him. “I thought you normally don’t fight at the lounge.”

“Only when I know you’re not here.”

—

Bruce cleared his throat, interrupting her story. She turned towards him with a raised brow and dared him to continue. He had the decency to look sheepish and ignored the glares that were sent his way.

“To be fair, I didn’t know you were working that night either,” he said and raised his hands in surrender when she leaned over and punched him. “It was your day off!”

“Doesn't mean I have to tell you every time I’m working.”

“She has you there, B,” Dick said. Y/N gestured to him and smiled.

“I mean it would be nice. I wouldn’t have to worry about you at night.” She scoffed.

“Back then maybe. But you're not my keeper, Bruce. I can take care of myself.”

“Don’t I know it,” he sighed out, eyes softening as he stared at her. There were a few oh gross and get a room and there are children here! thrown around. The two laughed and turned back to the group.

“Okay, where was I?”

“You were being shot at,” Damian supplied.

“Right. Well…”

—

“Seriously?! Is that why I come to work sometimes to see the lounge all trashed up and having to spend hours cleaning before opening?” she questioned and her eyes only narrowed when he shot him a look that screamed, not now. “Oh I’m sorry. It’s not like I go to your work and tell you how to run things,” she said bitterly.

“You could have if you accepted my offer,” Batman pointed out. She huffed, pushing out his arms only to cross them. She faintly heard Oswald and Ed arguing over the gunfire, but she paid them no mind. She was angry, with whom, it was anyone’s guess. But it seemed she was taking it out on Batman.

“Doesn’t matter now,” she sighed out, “so what now?”

“Now, you stay out of the way so I can stop them from hurting anyone,” Batman said, ignoring that look she was giving him. “And then I’m taking you home.”

“No shit,” she said, and peeked her head over the table when the gunfire had stopped. But she was quickly pushed down and she shot Batman a look. “What?”

“Are you trying to get yourself killed?”

“Like you would let that happen,” she quipped back. “And even if you did, Alfred would have your head. He likes me more than you.”

“First of all, no he doesn’t,” he grunted trying to mask his annoyance, it wasn’t working. “Secondly, you need to shut up or I’ll let it happen.”

She gasped mockingly and covered her heart with her hands. Instead of saying what she wanted too, a wince left her mouth, drawing Batman’s attention to her.

“You're hurt,” he said, his annoyance with her was replaced by worry. Grabbing her arm to look at her shoulder better. She winced and tried to pull her arm back, he didn’t let go.

“I’m fine,” she countered, tugging her arm with more force. She stopped when a sharp pain shot through her arm and hissed.

“Doesn’t sound like it,” he grunted.

“It’s just a scratch,” she tried to argue but knew it was a losing battle when Batman shot her a glare. “It missed anything important.”

“You’re shot and I’m pretty sure the bullet’s still in there,” he pointed out. When silence settled into the room, Batman looked over the table and cursed. “Great, now I have to go find them.”

“Sorry for getting in the way,” she mumbled, cradling her injured out. Guilt seeped its way in her stomach, and she hunched into herself.

“It’s fine, they’re probably out back,” he said, standing up, he bent down and picked her up with ease. She made a noise in surprise and wrapped her arms around his neck without thinking.

“What are you doing?”

“Taking you somewhere safe while I finish up,” he said, walking towards the bathroom. He shouldered the door open and moved to place her on the counter. He leaned over and grabbed a wad of paper towels and pressed it against her shoulder. “Keep the pressure on it.”

“I think I know what to do, Bruce,” she said, groaning as she pressed the towels onto her shoulder. “I am a doctor.”

“Not yet you aren’t.”

“Oh Batman!” They heard Ed yell from the other side of the door. “Come out, come out wherever you are!”

“What’s gotten into him?” she asked, watching Bruce move towards the door.

“Stay here until I come get you,” he said, ignoring her question.

“Are you always this bossy?”

“Are you always this annoying?” he shot back.

“Yes,” she said in a heartbeat. Batman shook his head but she didn’t miss the small smile dancing on his lips.

“I mean it, stay here,” he said, staring her down until she nodded.

“Yes boss,” she said. With that, Bruce turned into Batman as he slipped through the door.

As she sat there, the adrenaline from the night wore off and the pain from her shoulder started trickling in. She tried to ignore the pain and let her mind drift to the events that happened that night. Ed was all about riddles and quizzes about trivial stuff. Not whatever happened tonight. And it scared her.

She groaned and slumped against the wall, trying her best to ignore the yelling and fighting that was happening in the other room. “I quit,” she mumbled to no one in particular.

She closed her eyes and tiredness of the day seeped into her body. Thinking it would be fine if she rested a little bit without falling asleep.

She didn’t know how long she'd been sitting there, it could have been seconds, minutes, days, and if she was feeling dramatic, years. But soon enough, the door to the bathroom opened. Someone said her name but she didn’t have enough energy to acknowledge them.

A hand gently slapped her cheeks and she blinked open her eyes only to see a blurry Batman standing in front of her. She blinked a few times until he wasn’t so blurry.

“Bruce?” she questioned, “what are you doing at my house dressed up as Batman?”

“Where not at your house, Bug. We’re still at the lounge,” he said, taking the bloodied towels away from her shoulder. He applied fresh ones and the sharp pain that scattered throughout her arm was enough to wake her up.

“Is the fight over?” she asked, moving to sit forward. “Are they okay?”

“You’re still worried about them even after what happened tonight?” She only shrugged in response, feeling like if she explained it, he wouldn’t understand. “Yeah they’re okay. Nygma was hit with something, but he should be fine in a few hours. The police and EMT’s are on the way, so I should be leaving soon.”

“Leaving me so soon?” she asked. He shook his head and helped her down off the counter.

“I’ll still be around, you just won’t be able to see me.”

She nodded and the two of them made their way out of the bathroom. She looked around the lounge and grimaced at the thought of cleaning it up. Tables and chairs were thrown around, bullet holes littered the walls and everything.

“You know what? I quit,” she said again, leaning onto Batman’s arms. “I think I’ll make due without a job for a while. Besides, I’m almost done with school.”

“Thought you liked working here.” Not a question, but she answered all the same.

“I do, but cleaning this place up after one of your fights gets exhausting after a while. I’ve had my run at running a club, it’s time for my next adventure. Hopefully one where I’m not in the middle of one of your fights.”

Bruce huffed a laugh and shook his head in amazement. “Sometimes I wonder how we became friends and stayed friends.”

She looked up and squinted. “We fought over crayons in the second grade and I couldn’t get you to leave me alone since.”

“Mm, I remember it being the other way around.”

She stuck her nose in the air and huffed. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

“Right,” he said with a laugh. Once they made it outside, she widened her eyes as she took notice of Ed and Oswald tied up together and unconscious. Though if she didn’t know any better, she would have thought they were dead.

“You didn’t kill them, did you?” she whispered as if that would get him to admit that he did. She couldn’t help a small smile when he shot her a look.

“You know me better than that,” he grunted, and she could feel him rolling his eyes, even if she couldn’t see it. “But they’ll be fine. I have to leave for now, but I’ll come find you later.”

“What? Why?” she said, turning to him in alarm. With the adrenaline finally leaving her body, she felt her body crashing, and she was worried and scared of being alone.

“The police are on their way along with the EMT’s,” he elaborated, squeezing her uninjured shoulder in reassurance. “You need to get your shoulder checked and I’m pretty sure Gordon has some questions for you.”

She groaned and moved to sit on the steps of the lounge. “You called the commissioner?”

“Only because he’s the only one I trust to keep you out of harm's way.”

“Very reassuring,” she said dryly. Bruce patted her head before taking out his grappling hook, he shot it at a building after reassuring her that he’ll be back. Just not in the bat suit.

She sat there, and watched as police cars and an ambulance came speeding towards them. They stopped just before the lounge, and got straight to work. She watched as one of the police officers made a beeline towards her, and she scooted back at the look he sent her. But before he had the chance to question her, or arrest her from the looks he shot her, Commissioner Gordon stopped him.

Gordon sent him to do something else, and turned and made his way towards her. “Good evening Commissioner,” she greeted, attempting to wave but stopped when pain shot through her.

“Evening,” he greeted, looking over her form. “Anyone taken a look at your shoulder yet?”

“Not yet.” At her answer, Gordon waved over the paramedics. They looked it over, and she was relieved that Bruce was wrong. It ended up being a through and through so all she needed were stitches. Which they did, and bandaged her up, telling her to go to the hospital if it was getting worse. A little confused, she nodded and watched as they packed up and left. “Shouldn’t I get a ride to the hospital with them?”

Gordon shrugged, not having a clue. “You up for answering a few questions or would you rather get those stitches?”

She thought about it before answering. “I’ll answer some questions, the thought of going to the hospital right now sounds tiring.”

Smiling, Gordon helped her up and escorted her to his car. “We’ll do it at the station, more privacy.”

The ride to the station was quiet and so was the walk towards the interrogation room. Though she could make due without the stares or glares.

“Sorry about them,” Gordon said, letting her in the trim before closing the door behind him. “They’re not the biggest fan of your boss.”

“Can’t understand why,” she said, and sat down. Gordon hummed and went straight to questioning her. They were standard questions, if she was aware what was happening, if she was working for Oswald in his side business.

A couple of hours had passed, and Gordon looked as tired as she felt. “And you had no idea what Cobblepot’s was doing while you worked at the front?” he asked again.

“Yup. I was in charge of everything that was pertaining to the Lounge. I was one of the bartenders, I managed the front, made sure everything was okay. I did inventory, did the books for Oswald, and made sure everyone was paid. Cleaned the front of the Lounge, decorated accordingly to the seasons and holidays. I did everything. The only rule was that I wasn’t allowed to go in the back rooms. The only room I was allowed to go into was the storage room and the cooler where we kept the decorations and where we stored the drinks.”

Gordon sighed and rubbed his face before nodding. “Okay,” he said slowly, standing up.

“So I can go?” she asked, watching as he made his way to the door.

“Not yet,” he said and her shoulders slumped into disappointment. “I need to collaborate your story with Cobblepot. And that all depends on if he’s awake or not.”

With that, he left, leaving her in the room with her thoughts. She was really regretting not going to the hospital when he offered.

She sat there and tapped her fingers on the table, puffing out her cheeks as she thought about Harley. “Oh man, she’s gonna kill me,” she groaned, sinking into her seat. “Selina too, I just hope they don’t hear anything about this until I’m out.”

But the commotion that she could hear coming down the hall, proved her wrong. Straining her ears, she could hear Harley muffled yelling and Selina’s worried tone. She was afraid they’d get in trouble if they continued. Soon, she heard Bruce’s voice rumble through the room.

“Good, with Bruce here they’ll be fine,” she sighed, crossing her arms, waiting.

An hour or so later, the door finally opened revealing a sheepish Gordon. “Sorry about that.”

“I’d say no worries, but I’d be lying,” she said, sitting up straight. “Everything okay out there?”

“Yeah, you friends sure know how to make an entrance,” he answered. He opened the door for her and gestured with his head. “Go, with how many times I’ve questioned you, I have no reason to doubt you.”

She smiled and stood, making her way out the door. As she passed Gordon, she patted his arm. “I’m sorry for the headaches I’ve caused you. I hope to not cause you more in the future.”

“Trust me, you’re one headache I don’t mind having. You’re better than the bat and the criminals we have to deal with,” he said, with a smile. She laughed and shook head.

“Good luck,” she said as a goodbye. As she walked towards the front of the building, she could hear Harley.

“You can’t keep her here,” Harley whined, “you either have to charge her or let her go. She didn’t do anything.”

“She’s only here to answer a few questions, Ms, Quinzel. She’s free to leave once the Commissioner gives the all clear,” the officer at the front desk explained.

“It’s been hours though,” Selina pointed out. “You have nothing to hold her on. So either release her or charge her.”

From where she stood, she couldn’t see the expression on the officer's face, but the slumped shoulders told her they were tired.

“I’m sure your friend is finished any moment now. Please have a seat until then.”

“If you don’t, I’m going to riot and nothing can stop me,” Harley stated, moving to jump on the front desk. Bruce wrapped his arms around Harley and picked her up, holding her to his chest.

It was quite the sight to watch Harley being carried like a baby, thrashing around demanding to be let go.

“I don’t think she wants to stay here any longer if you're thrown in lockup,” Bruce commented, moving back a little so Harley couldn’t hit the desk. Selina looked on in amusement while Harley pouted.

“Do I weigh nothing to you?” Harley asked, turning her head to look up at him. Bruce shrugged and sent her a smirk.

“It’s like holding a couple of grapes,” he answered, causing Selina to laugh.

“Don’t quote Brooklyn 99 to me,” Harley squawked, wiggling until she was free. Before anyone could do anything else, she walked through the door.

“Can we go home?” she asked, interrupting whatever else they were planning. “I’m really tired.”

The three of them whipped their heads towards her, and she could see the officer physically relax.

“Pumpkin!” Harley shouted, darting towards her, almost tackling her to the ground in a hug. “I thought I’d never see you again!”

She winced when Harley pressed onto her shoulder and hoped no one noticed. But luck was not on her side tonight and Harley immediately let go, looking at her in concern.

“I didn’t hurt you, did I?” Harley asked, she shook her head and gestured to her shoulder.

“Nygma was shooting up the place and I got a bullet to my shoulder,” she answered, “it was a through and through though, so the paramedics gave me a few stitches,” she said, giving Bruce a pointed look. Which he ignored completely.

“You should still go to the hospital,” Harley said, leaning over to study her shoulder. “At least to get it checked out.”

“I’m fine,” she said, waving it away like it was nothing. “I just want to go home.”

“No, Harley’s right,” Selina said, and stood beside her, wrapping an arm around her waist and she leaned into her touch. “It needs to be looked at properly.”

“Come on, I’ll drive,” Bruce said and ushering the three of them out of the building and into the car.

“More like Alfred will drive. I’ve never seen you behind the wheel once in our entire life,” she said as she climbed in, saying hello to Alfred.

“That is because he's a terrible driver,” Alfred answered for Bruce. She laughed, and leaned her weight on Harley, feeling sleep pull at her.

“I have no doubt about that,” she said, closing her eyes.

“To the hospital, Alfred.”

“Thanks again,” Harley said, snuggling closer. “Come on Pumpkin. Sleep, I’ll wake you when we’re at the hospital.”

She mumbled something incoherent and let sleep claim her.

———

“It was the shortest drive in my life but I had it looked at properly,” she finished. “Took forever though, I almost fell asleep while waiting.”

“You did fall asleep,” Bruce pointed out, “and you fell asleep while they redid your stitches, and while we were leaving. I ended up having to carry you so you didn't fall. Alfred insisted we bring you here, it was closer. Alfred was worried and he made sure Selina and Harley could stay too.”

“Oh that makes sense now,” she mumbled. “And you can’t blame me, it had been a long night and I was exhausted by the time Jim was done questioning me.”

“No one blames you,” Bruce said, “if anything, I blame myself.”

“Don’t even go there. No one could have known what was going to happen,” she said.

“So, do you have a scar?” Dick asked before the two of them could go into the blaming game.

She made a face and nodded. “Yeah, it’s small though but it’s there. No you cannot see it.”

“Awe.”

“At least now you're in the scar club,” Jason joked, she snorted.

“Boy, I joined that club long before any of you showed up,” she said and they all turned to look at you.

“You mean that’s not the last time you’ve been in the middle of a Batman fight?” Damian asked the question they were all thinking.

“It was my first yeah, but not my last.”

“Tell me more,” Steph pressed, resting her chin on her moms shoulder.

“Another time, my dear. I’m all storied out,” she said, patting Stephanie’s cheek gently.

There was a collective awe mans, but they all moved to get up, restarting their game of football.

“The amount of heart attacks I’ve gotten because you somehow ended up in the middle of those fights is astonishing,” Bruce said, moving to sit beside her. He wrapped an arm around her shoulder and she leaned into him.

“Yeah, I’d say sorry but-”

“But you're not,” Bruce finished, leaning down to kiss her head with a smile.

“Not my fault fate has issues with me,” she hummed, watching her children run around. Jason had the ball and both Duke and Dick were trying to tackle him for it.

“No, but it is when you keep tempting it.”

“What can I say? I live for the adventure.”

#bruce wayne x reader #bruce wayne x fem!reader #penguin x platonic!reader #oswald cobblepot x platonic!reader #oswald cobblepot x reader #penguin x reader #bruce wayne #stephanie brown #cassandra cain #dick grayson #jason todd #tim drake #damian wayne #batmom #oswald cobblepot #penguin #the riddler #edward nygma #adventures of batmom

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shamelesstragedyenjoyer · 6 days

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Reverse Trope fics I would pay to read;

-Accidentally kidnapping a mafia boss (Jason Todd x Reader)

-Divorce of convenience (Catwoman × Batman)

- Too much communication (Lois Lane × Clark Kent)

- Soulmates who are fated to kill each other (Stephanie Brown × Cassandra Cain)

- True hate kiss, Only kissing your enemy can break the curse (LEGO Movie Batman × Joker)

- Really nice guy who hates only you (Platonic Dick Grayson & Stephanie Brown)

- Hate at first sight (Platonic Duke Thomas & Green Lantern)

- Love triangle where the two love interests fall in love instead (Talia Al Ghul × Catwoman with Batman as the initial love interest)

#batman comics #batfam #batman #jason todd #dick grayson #duke thomas #clark kent #clois #signal #stephanie brown #cassandra cain #writing trope #tropes

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batfam beach episode?? real not clickbait no glue no borax??

cw: nothing! pure vacation beach fluff (p≧w≦q) also barely proofread,,,

pairing: gn!reader x batfam (NOT ALL AT ONCE.)

characters: dick grayson, jason babygirl todd, cassandra cain, tim drake, damian wayne (all intended to be interpreted as either romantic or platonic unless its damian. ik in some comic runs he's like an adult but hes like permanently 12 in my head and i dont fw that :/)

a/n: im back with a new dc obsession tee hee (soz to everyone who wanted more abt the cod guys or spiderverse im comicsmaxxing and redhoodpilled) will probably make a part 2 w/ bruce, babs, steph, and duke eventually :3c

Dick Grayson haha dick

oh he loves the beach so much

the sand beneath his feet make him feel nostalgic from when he would practice tumbling with his parents in the circus ring i think there's sand in circus rings right? I dunno someone fact check me on that one

the victim of being buried in the sand, always asks for a mermaid tail but ends up with something like massive sand tits (courtesy of either tim or jason), he laughs it off anyways

somehow gets the worst tan lines. He wore a swim shirt one time and never again because the tan lines looked SO BAD which is a total shame because he tans gorgeously

will beg to do play shoulder wars i have no clue if this is the right name, again fact check me for this thing where you get a piggyback ride from someone and you try to knock someone whos also getting a piggyback ride over in the water

you’re on his shoulders since bro is strong asf and you square up against tim and damian

obviously you lose because hello that's damian wayne we are talking about but at least its fun!!

cass and jason are forever the undefeated champions of shoulder wars though, that goes without saying

Cassandra Cain

shes always seen beach episodes in animes that damian practically dragged her into watching so when she gets to actually go to a beach she is so excited peak sibling bonding is dragging your siblings into your interests

loves building sandcastles and writing things in the sand, watching it get washed away, and then do it all over again

hold her hand and jump over waves together on the shore and she will be the giggliest and happiest human being alive on planet earth

but out of all the beach activities she loves beach volleyball

shes actually scarily good at beach volleyball for someone who has never played volleyball before

dick thought it would be fun to teach her and have a friendly match between him and bruce vs you and cass

yeah bruce and dick were COOKED. huffing and puffing like they have a vendetta against the three little pigs at the end of it while cass is like “this is so fun, lets go again!”

ends the day with a little sunset stroll along the shore i need her so bad you do not understand please bbyg ill treat u soooo well

Jason Todd

beaches are fun on paper for him, in person not so much

PERSONAL HC INCOMING! He gets migraines after the lazarus pit so he can only have so much fun before needing to lie face down with his head covered with a beach towel to make everything less overwhelming or he wears sunglasses the entire time

he brings a book to read at the beach and stays in the shade the entire time yes he is that bitch

usually at home in the comfort of his little library he likes to read things that have an impact on him or just stuff that makes him want to analyze deeper. think books like frankenstein, lord of the flies, all quiet on the western front, just generally heavier stuff

but his vacation books? totally different. usually something super light, maybe a shitty romance book that you find in walmart which are clearly just results of book packaging, or a some booktok recommendation he got for shits and giggles because it just was so laughably bad, maybe even a childhood feel-good book like percy jackson or the little prince (mostly just books he would not grieve over if sand permanently got in between the pages)

he tried reading a colleen hoover book once and honest to God wanted to toss it into the ocean HE WOULD HATE HER BOOKS AND I WILL DIE ON THIS HILL

but out of everything he likes watching you enjoy yourself, his book wasnt that important anyways. show him that funky sand dollar you found or that really cool piece of seaglass, he’s probably gonna bring it home with him. a little keepsake along with the millions of grains of sand that never seem to go away

Tim Drake

Burns so easily

At first its kinda cute, like hes asking you to help him get that spot on his back he just cant seem to reach and its just a little sweet moment between you two as you rub the sunscreen into his sore muscles

But then it happens again. And again. And again to the point when he goes up to you, you automatically reach for the tube of SPF 100+

I just know his vitamin d deficiency goes crazy

Leaves the beach looking like a lobster, sunburnt, a crazy bump on his head from getting hit with a volleyball, and some god awful sunglasses tan lines

Overall, beach activities are not really his thing bros job is NAWT beach

Enjoys the boardwalk a lot more than the beach itself, likes the touristy stuff but still goes to the beach because dick loves it and he loves his older brother :(

Damian Wayne

i feel like he wouldn’t care too much for typical beach stuff. like at every beach that has sand and decently clean water you can do most beach activities

one thing that is never 100% consistent at all beaches is what lives on the beaches. this boy will spend hours staring into tidepools

bruce was lowk concerned because his son did not gaf about normal beach activities that kids do but eventually he reached a point where he was like "i mean at least hes having fun and being safe"

i feel like talia would always show him books of sea creatures when he was little but he never ended up being able to see them in their natural habitat someone take this boy to an aquarium now

tells you fun facts about each creature you come across

will scold you if you take a shell from the beach, definitely says some shit like “how would you feel if someone ran into your house and just took your bed?” based though, leave shells at the beach yall! taking them is like bad for the ecosystem

brings his notebook around and has little sketches of the sea creatures

even though typical beach activities arent his favourite, he doesnt hate it. he likes that he can catch a break from all the vigilante stuff and spend time with his family as a family and not just as a team

loves scuba diving. idk it just somehow makes sense and i think he would look really stupid in a wet suit

also i feel like he would never mention it but in his mind hes fully thinking "this is just like a beach episode" but he would rather die than say it out loud FUCKING NERDDD

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What would the platonic yandere Batfam do if reader was so scared of them that whenever they try to get near reader they just have a full on panic attack and can’t stop crying, what would they do in the case that sedating reader makes this situation worse.

forced contact absolutely (takes place in the moonlight verse)

Bruce: makes you sit in his room with him. does not force you to touch him which is nice so that’s niceish

Dick: hugs you through your panic attacks even if you don’t want him to touch you.

Jason: sits with you through panic attacks but would never ever make you uncomfortable if he can help it

Cass: gives no shits and hugs you even if you don’t want her to which is really funny for people who are not being hugged by her

Tim: similar roto bruce he will not touch you without permission but does manipulate you into craving physical touch became he’s a dick like that

Duke: quiet manipulation in ways that you don’t even notice until you realize that you aren’t panicking around him anymore and crave his touch

Damian: can and will use his pupppy eyes and faked sadness and is scary as shit when he wants to be (which is always)

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faerieroyal · 4 months

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✩⡱ who i write for !

✭ ◦ ˚ favorites/inspired for, platonic/familial requests only, requests currently closed

✭ ◦ ˚ links on character names lead to fancasts

✭ ◦ ˚ any ships listed are meant for poly x reader requests, i do not write for the ships by themselves

the batman: bruce wayne, selina kyle, edward nashton.

dc: bruce wayne, clark kent, diana prince, harley quinn, selina kyle, pamela isley, dick grayson, jason todd, roy harper, tim drake, stephanie brown, barbara gordon, cassandra cain, damian wayne, superbat, jayroy.

golden trio era: harry potter, ron weasley, hermione granger, draco malfoy, ginny weasley, luna lovegood, neville longbottom, fred weasley, george weasley, cedric diggory, oliver wood, theodore nott, pansy parkinson, cho chang.

marauders era: james potter, sirius black, remus lupin, lily evans, marlene mckinnon, dorcas meadowes, mary macdonald, barty crouch jr., evan rosier, regulus black, narcissa black, jily, dorlene, marylily, wolfstar, rosekiller, poly marauders.

fantastic beasts: newt scamander, theseus scamander, leta lestrange, tina goldstein, queenie goldstein.

chronicles of narnia: peter pevensie, susan pevensie, edmund pevensie, lucy pevensie, caspian the tenth.

baldur’s gate 3: wyll ravengard, astarion ancunin, gale dekarios, karlach cliffgate, halsin silverbough, shadowheart, lae’zel, shadowzel, bloodpact, bloodweave, wyllach, hellspawn, bloodbear, wyllsin.

dead poets society: neil perry, todd anderson, charlie dalton, steven meeks, gerard pitts, richard cameron, knox overstreet, ginny danbury, chris noel, anderperry.

the outsiders: darrel "darry" curtis, sodapop curtis, ponyboy curtis, johnny cade, steve randle, dallas "dally" winston, keith "two-bit" mathews, cheryl "cherry" valance.

ted lasso: ted lasso, jamie tartt, roy kent, keeley jones, sam obisanya, jamieroy, tedroy, roykeeley.

one piece (live action): monkey d. luffy, roanoa zoro, vinsmoke sanji, nami, usopp, dracule mihawk, red-haired shanks, zosan.

hazbin hotel: charlie morningstar, vaggie, lucifer morningstar, angel dust, husk, alastor the radio demon, rosie the cannibal, sir pentious, cherri bomb, emily seraphim, chaggie, royalhalo, two and a half halos, huskerdust, cherrisnake.

triple frontier: santiago garcia, frankie morales, benny miller, will miller.

formula one: daniel ricciardo, carlos sainz, charles leclerc, lando norris, max verstappen, lance stroll, alex albon, george russell, pierre gasly, oscar piastri, logan sargeant, mick schumacher, esteban ocon, maxiel, charlos, carlando, loscar, lestappen, charlandos.

nhl: mitch marner, jamie drysdale, william nylander, quinn hughes, jack hughes, luke hughes, adam larrson, matthew knies, nico hischier, juraj slafkovsky.

stranger things: steve harrington, eddie munson, robin buckley, nancy wheeler, jonathan byers, chrissy cunningham, steddie, hellcheer, ronance.

good omens: aziraphale, crowley, muriel, anathema device, ineffable husbands, ineffable bureaucracy.

marvel: bucky barnes, eddie brock, kate bishop, yelena belova, natasha romanoff, sam wilson, carol danvers, wanda maximoff, pietro maximoff, loki laufeyson, thor odinson, darcy lewis, jane foster, druig, makkari, kingo, bruce banner, peter parker (tom holland), ned leeds, michelle jones, marc spector/steven grant/jake lockley, layla el-faouly, peter quill, scott lang, xu shang-chi, xu xialing, helmut zemo, peter parker (andrew garfield), sambucky, spideychelle, interwebs, drukkari.

top gun: pete "maverick" mitchell, tom "iceman" kazansky, nick "goose" bradshaw, ron "slider" kerner, bradley "rooster" bradshaw, jake "hangman" seresin, natasha "phoenix" trace, bob floyd, javy "coyote" machado, mickey "fanboy" garcia, callie "halo" shen, icemav, hangster, floydsin, halonix.

star wars: luke skywalker, anakin skywalker, padmé amidala, obi-wan kenobi, din djarin, ahsoka tano, rex, cody, wrecker, crosshair, wolffe, hunter, echo, fives, tech, omega.

slashers: michael myers, jason vorhees, daniel "candyman" robitaille, jason dean, billy loomis, stu macher, hannibal lecter, carrie white, thomas hewitt, bo sinclair, vincent sinclair, norman bates, hannigram, poly ghostface.

twilight: charlie swan, alice cullen, emmett cullen, carlisle cullen, seth clearwater, paul lahote, jasper hale, rosalie hale, poly charlie & carlisle.

x-men: charles xavier, erik lensherr, kurt wagner, raven darkhölme, peter maximoff, logan howlett, jean grey, scott summers, alex summers, sean cassidy.

the magnificent seven (2016): goodnight robicheaux, billy rocks, joshua faraday, vasquez, sam chisholm, red harvest, jack horne, the magnificent seven (unit).

little women (2019): jo march, meg march, amy march, beth march, theodore "laurie" laurence.

newsies (broadway version): jack kelly, david jacobs, katherine pulitzer, crutchie morris, spot conlon, racetrack higgins, albert dasilva, finch.

miscellaneous: tangerine, evan "buck" buckley, eddie diaz, buddie, ferris bueller, cameron frye, daniel larusso, johnny lawrence, marty mcfly, phil wenneck, joel miller, spencer reid, aaron hotchner, penelope garcia, jess mariano, rory gilmore, eggsy unwin, agent whiskey, barbie (margot robbie), ken (ryan gosling).

✩⡱ request rules !

types of content i will write: headcanons, drabbles, blurbs based on concepts and thoughts.

what i will write: fluff, angst, hurt/comfort, readers of any gender (male, female, gender-neutral), readers of color and various religions, poly reader inserts with ships, suggestive content (no actual smut, but suggestive and fade-to-black is fine), various types of aus (if you're not sure, feel free to ask).

what i will not write: anything fully nsfw (suggestive content is fine), full-length one-shots (at least not by request), non-canon sexualities for characters, age play/regression, rape or sexual assault, eating disorders, self-harm.

✩⡱ other rules !

i will not write one-shots or full-length fics by request. however, i may write one-shots or series based on my own ideas if i am feeling inspired. otherwise, i will only take requests for headcanons, drabbles, and concepts or thoughts from you that i can turn into blurbs.

i will write for readers of any gender, but if you do not specify the reader's gender in your request, i will automatically make them gender-neutral, so as to keep my writing as inclusive as possible.

my inspiration tends to come and go a lot, so if it takes me a while to get your request out, i genuinely apologize in advance, but i do ask you to not be rude and try to pressure me into writing faster.

please be polite when sending in requests - i do not ask for a lot, just a simple "please" and "thank you" so i know you don't think of me as just a writing machine.

on that note, please try to put some kind of general plot into your requests ! not too much, since headcanons and drabbles are meant to be shorter, but i generally need more than just "x character with fluff". also, please put the type of request, or if it's just a thought or concept, in your ask !

you can request for any character in the list above, as long as their name isn't struck through, but if you want to know if i write for another character in any of these fandoms that isn't listed, feel free to ask ! i might still not write them, but i promise i'll try my best !

#— ❥ dolly speaks now !!#— ❥ dolly's navigation things !!

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justgowithitplease · 1 year

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✨Rules✨

I am taking requests(and numbers). i do have a few rules that people must follow for the requests. This list will also contain what charectors/franchises i will write for! The list will change periodically, but dont let that stop you from sending requests, i will take (almost) any and all. Here we go!:

RULES:

Off-Limits

-R@p3

-Nonc0n

-Anything to do with minors s3xu@lly

-Yandere(it gives me the icks)

-Su!c!d3

-!nc3st

ON-LIMITS

-Smut (NO MINORS WRITTEN)

-Family x sibling!reader

-Character x S/O!reader

-Character x Character

-Cross-overs (marvel & DC)

-Angst, Fluff, etc.

CHARACTERS

Batfamily

-Dick Grayson

-Jason Todd

-Tim Drake

-Cassandra Cain (No Smut)

-Stephanie Brown

-Duke Thomas (No Smut)

-Damian (platonically)

-Bruce

-Selina(platonically)

YOUTUBERS:

Ted Nivison

Jschlatt

Foolish Gamers

Slimecicle

✭I Will Accept Others Not Specified, Depending on the charector✭

Bonus Lists!:

Song Requests

Word/Phrase/Action Requests

Thats It For Now!

#batfam x reader #dick grayson x reader #jason todd x reader #tim drake x reader #cassandra cain x reader #stephanie brown x reader #duke thomas x reader #fanfiction #ted nivison x reader #ted nivison #jschlatt x reader #jschlatt #foolish gamers x reader #foolish gamers #slimecicle x you #slimecicle #charlie slimecicle

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book-place · 2 years

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Family Dinner And Other Catastrophes

Warnings: mentions of killing and jail, little bit of kissing, (if your name is Carla then I apologize, you can change it to whatever :D)let me know if I missed any :)

Pairings: Batfam x batsis reader

Request: Could I request platonic batsis reader introducing her girlfriend to her family if it's alright I kinda need the confidence as that is exactly what I'll be doing in a few days at a family dinner

Request by: Anon

*not my gif*

Summary: You didn’t exactly know what to expect when you brought your girlfriend to meet your family for the first time

A/N: WOW I DID THAT FAST!! :D

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

You rubbed your sweaty palms against your jeans, exhaling a shaky breath as you looked up at the looming door.

“Don’t look so nervous,” Clara teased, “It’s your home. I should be the one freaking out.”

You turn your head to give her a small and tentative smile.

The two of you had been going out for five months now, and Clara thought it was high time that she met your chaotic family (as you so graciously put it). She claimed it was only fair since you had already met her parents and little brother, all of whom adored you and vice versa.

Another sigh escaped you as you fully turned your body to face her, taking both her hands in yours and looking her dead in the eyes, admiring her beauty, “It’s not too late to back out, you know. Just say the word and we’re out of here. Gone. Zip. Bye-bye.” She only giggled a little in return, “Babe, my family is crazy- don’t get me wrong, I love them to death- but they’re crazy! Like a bunch of lunatics that escaped from Arkham! And did I mention the amount of them there are? I mean, if we weren’t all adopted you’d think that our parents were like rabbits for crying out loud! And don’t even get me started-“

Clara cut you off with a soft kiss on the lips, pulling away and an adoring smile, “I know, hon. You’ve told me time and time again.” Your eyes nervously glanced to the side, and she shook your hands- that were still grasped in hers- to get your attention, “But I'm sure they’re wonderful. And if not, they’re still your family. Which means if they’re important to you, then they’re important to me.”

Your jaw had dropped as you stared at her in awe, “What did I do to deserve such a divine creature like you?”

She giggled again, giving you another quick peck, “You were even more divine, that’s how.”

Then, without warning, the door opened and you both startled apart, but still keeping one hand gripped onto the other tightly.

Alfred’s loving face came into view as he stepped out from behind the door, “Good evening, Mistress Y/n. And you must be Mistress Carla Adams. My, I have heard so much about you.” His smile was so genuine and kind that it could make any person melt into a puddle.

Your cheeks tinted pink slightly at the last part as your girlfriend put a hand over her mouth to keep in the giggles.

“Thanks, Alfred.” You mumbled, and all he did was throw Carla a wink in return when you weren’t looking.

“Right this way, ma’ams.” He held out an arm as a welcoming in.

As soon as you stepped through the door, it was then your turn to chuckle. Clara was gaping at the vast room and high ceiling of the foyer that was covered from top to bottom in pictures of you and your siblings.

In some of them, you were all smiling pleasantly, but more often than not, you guys were making funny faces, goofing off, threatening to kill one another- normal family things.

Then you heard the noise.

It was like a mix between an annoying fire alarm and a stampede of elephants. The sound of your family.

Once again, you looked over at your beloved girlfriend, silently letting her know with your eyes that it was okay to back out still. But she just grinned, placing a quick peck on your cheek and following Alfred to the dining room.

As soon as you stepped into the room, you realized that your family truly lived up to what you said them to be, because it was complete and total chaos in there.

Stephanie was on top of the table doing a one armed handstand, happily chatting away with Cass who sat next to her with her legs crossed.

Duke was in a corner physically holding Damian and Jason apart, who by the looks of it were shouting profanities at each other once again.

Tim was sitting at the table, head propped up in his hand and mouth open as he drooled slightly, dead asleep. Beside him, Dick was trying to keep in his giggles as he drew a mustache and glasses on him with a sharpie.

A couple seats away, Bruce sat peacefully, taking a sip of his drink as if none of this were going on around him.

Alfred cleared his throat slightly, immediately halting all prior activities.

Tim’s head shot up and Dick scrambled to hide the marker. Damian and Jason quieted, and Duke was able to drop his hands to his side in relief. Steph dropped out of her handstand, landing with her legs crossed next to Cass.

Bruce stood up with a smile and rounded the table, immediately shaking Clara’s hand, “You must be Clara! It is so nice to finally meet you!”

She gave him a smile, “It’s nice to meet you too, Mr. Wayne!” She greeted as if what she had just witnessed was completely normal.

He let out a deep laugh, “Please, call me Bruce.”

As your father went to sit back down in his seat, there was a moment of silence before Dick and Steph got up in sync, the ladder shoving the elder of the two back into his chair by pushing on the top of his head.

He let out a cry of pain, but the blond girl paid him no mind as she gave your girlfriend that award winning smile of hers, rushing up and throwing an arm over her shoulder, “Hey there, Carls! Can I call you Carls? I’m gonna call you Carls. How are you doing today? You doing swell? I hope so! I’m doing swell-“

You quickly cut her off, placing a hand over her mouth and pulling her back before she could scare off your girlfriend, but she just continued to talk as if your hand weren’t even there, only shutting up when Bruce sent her a little glare. She put her hands up in surrender and backed away, not before throwing the girl a wink, though.

Before any of your other siblings could be weird, you ushered her into the extra seat that was placed next to yours for that night and you both sat down.

Everyone quickly followed suit, the only sound besides scraping chairs was Damian quietly snickering at the markings on Tim’s face.

The silence stretched on as the food was served to all of you, and your siblings weren’t even bothering to hide the fact that they were all openly staring at Carla, who just smiled in return.

Then, right as the last plate was being set down, they all began to speak at once.

“How old are you?”

“Where did you two meet?”

“Have you ever stabbed anyone?”

“Damian!”

“TT, it was just a question.”

“Is blue your favorite color- wait, no! It’s orange, isn’t it?”

“So, ever been to jail?”

“Jason!”

“Jeez, I’m just asking.”

“I’m tired.”

“Quiet!” Bruces’s voice boomed with authority, cutting your siblings all side glares before turning apologetically to Carla, “Sorry about them.”

But all she did was laugh, “It’s fine, seriously, it’s hilarious, actually.”

Then everyone finally dug into their own plates.

Damain was the first to speak up once again, “Have you ever stabbed anyone?” He repeated, eyes slightly narrowed as he ‘lazily’ pointed his cutting knife towards her.

All she did was burst out into laughter again before turning towards you, “You’re right! They might be the same age, but he’s nothing like Nathan.” She referred to a past conversation the two of you had about your little brothers being very different from one another.

Before Damain could figure out if that was an insult or not, Cass spoke up, “Where did you two meet?”

You shyly ducked your head, opting to stare at your plate while your partner opted to stare lovingly at you, “We met at a coffee shop one afternoon. The barista mixed up our orders and Y/n marched up to me once she figured it out and was about to demand we switch, but then I smiled at her and she forgot how to speak.”

Your cheeks burned bright red as all around you your family began laughing, even Bruce and Alfred let out a couple chuckles.

She reached under the table and subtly intertwined your fingers and squeezed, all while using her fork with her other hand.

For the moment, they all seemed satisfied and split off into their own separate conversations, allowing just enough time for your girlfriend to lean over and whisper, “From the way you were making a big deal out of tonight, I thought you hadn’t come out yet or something.”

This got a snort out of you, “Believe me,” you snickered, “There isn’t a straight person at this table.”

Before either of you could speak again, a banging sound bounced off the walls, causing all your heads to whip in the direction of the noise.

Your eyes all landed on Tim just seconds before his head bounced back off of the table and he winced, clearly having fallen asleep again.

Bruce shook his head in disappointment, “Tim, we’ve talked about this.”

Everyone around them laughed.

And that was how the rest of the night went, laughing and smiling. Slowly, as time passed, you allowed yourself to relax more and more, and actually enjoy your time with your girlfriend and family.

Before you knew it, it was time for you to drop Carla off back at home.

Everyone had said their own goodbyes to her, making her promise to come by the manor as often as she wanted, before allowing you to lead her out the front door.

Just before it closed behind you two, a shout sounded throughout the home.

“Who drew on my face?!”

You closed the door behind you with a laugh and turned once again to face Carla, who was now smiling softly.

“See?” She asked gently, “There was nothing to worry about.”

You smiled back, “You’re right. I don’t know why I was worrying, though, cause you’re so perfect that you can make any situation go well.”

She just kissed you in return and you couldn’t help but allow your smile to widen against her lips.

It really was a good night.

The Superior Robin ❤️- @ineedmorefanfics2 @sambucky8 @spidyyparker

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