Because we love to rank people now this is my tier list! (In NO particular order)
I also want to add that the original tier list post actually referenced fics instead of the blogs themselves, I've added the actual blogs because I find it silly to rank people based on one story they post. The ones that didn't get tagged in the OG are the one's I've put in italics.
Please show support to these writers - a lot of them aren't taking the criticism to heart, which is good, but it's still wildly unfair for someone to rank anyone like the original poster has.
S Tier (AKA Everyone):
@gotham-daydreams - they write great fics - even though they aren't active anymore. CHECK THEM OUT!
@blughxreader - Also not active anymore, LOVE THEIR MAIN STORY, the yandere purge au had me kicking my feet. CHECK THEM OUT!
@ametrictonofaudacityâ - Gaps is a great series, multiple different fandoms which is awesome, does yandere letters and match-ups. CHECK THEM OUT!
@yandere-daydreams - Romantic and amazing. Currently writing JJK stuff, has amazing Batfam oneshots CHECK THEM OUT!
@sugary-strawberry-shortcake - Platonic and amazing, currently writing a fic where Reader is Poison Ivy's daughter. CHECK THEM OUT!
@yunyuu - SO MANY ROMANTIC MINI FICS I'M OBSESSED!! CHECK THEM OUT!
@neellscapsuleâ - Writing skills are peak, endings are amazing. Girl With One Eye genuinely had me hooked. CHECK THEM OUT!
@candysparksâ - A very fun writer, super creative, currently writing a Yan! Neglectful! Batfam x Replaced! Reincarnated! Time-loop! Crazy! Reader, like hello?? Peak?? CHECK THEM OUT!
@visceralmeraki - Thirteen (the movie) inspired Reader fic that will be the death of me if it stops updating! They also have written a Vampire Reader based off of Claudia from Interview With A Vampire! CHECK THEM OUT!
@maliciouscottonballâ - Never knew I needed merman Dick, but here we are. Literally all oneshots/blurbs/fics written by this account have me rolling around rabidly. CHECK THEM OUT!
@maicenitasâ - Great portrayals of the characters in my amazing opinion, the story they're currently making is great! CHECK THEM OUT!
@acid-ixx - AMAZING! Again and Again is genuinely an amazing fic, alongside the other ones written this person is so cool. CHECK THEM OUT!
@ollyissleepy Writes a cool Werewolf Reader fic and a Bruce Wayne x Reader fic. One of the writers that write for males/use he/him pronouns and male anatomy!! CHECK THEM OUT!
@cinrotâ - Gwen Stacey Reader? Am I in heaven? CHECK THEM OUT!
@dehydratedoverlord - Eyes Without A Face and Suffocation are amazing reads. CHECK THEM OUT!
@zippysmusings - Hilarious. I seriously love the dry humor of Why Are You So Obsessed With Me?! and I'm vibrating in my seat thinking about reading Empty Nesters next chapter. CHECK THEM OUT!
@jade-zzz - I go back and re-read their Jealousy Headcanons for Dick, Jason and Tim constantly and I can't wait for pathetic tim drake stuck in a cabin if you get where this is going to be released... I'm frothing at the mouth. CHECK THEM OUT!
@yandereworldsâ - Art is amazing, if you can you should commission them! I follow them on TikTok too!! CHECK THEM OUT!
@luludeluluramblings - MY GOAT! I don't play about their fics, omg, like I've never cackled more at a fic than Oh My God Who Wrote This?! CHECK THEM OUT!
@cupids-cruel - Nightshifts is amazing, genuinely. Like if you enjoy a Reader who has no self preservation that is the fic for you. Burnt Out is also SUPER DUPER COOL!! I've read it a million times now! CHECK THEM OUT!
@echo-exco - Healer Reader is peak, don't know much about anime but the fics from them with an Anime Reader is so fun! + This person is so creative and fun! CHECK THEM OUT!
@sangunary - SO much to read! If you're looking for neglected, fluff, romantic, platonic and/or crack fics this person has a whole library of stuff in their masterlist and MORE as you scroll! CHECK THEM OUT!
@fallen-angel2470 - Writes mainly requests, so if you have a request they're your go to, trust!! CHECK THEM OUT!
@aneldritchclownâ - A Breath Of Fresh Air was such a fun read! REBLOGGING MASTER! CHECK THEM OUT!
@invincibledc - Super cool DC OC's, super creative! Catboy Reader x Tim? SIGN ME UP BRO!! CHECK THEM OUT!
@coralaura - Is currently writing a Peter Park Reader x Platonic Yandere Batfam fic and I'm obsessed!! CHECK THEM OUT!
@otakusimp1 - Is writing an Isekaid Villainess Reader x Yan Batfam fic. I CAN'T WAIT FOR THE NEW FIC TO DROP!! And the new chapter of Serial Killer Reader x Yan Batfam? I'm seated and ready like the greedy glutton I am. CHECK THEM OUT!
@niwaart - Yandere Batfam x Neglected/Divorced wife Reader, Male Doctor Reader, Different World Different Family, Lost Omega, Family Without Light, See What I Can Do, and so so so many more! Literally a library of variety! CHECK THEM OUT!
@eveningcherryblossoms - Beta Reader fic was amazing, Pink Robin is amazing, the oneshots are amazing, the attitude is 10/10, I love them and their fics so much! CHECK THEM OUT!
@lilasgenericlilliesâ - Yandere Batfam x Isekai'd [neglected] reader is awesome, the fic blew my mind, seriously. I loved the way they wrote the Reader. Also writes for ftm readers if that's something you're interested in! CHECK THEM OUT!
@firbat - Little sister Reader was so cute! Writes tidbits about the Forever Pup Au created by @lunaris-literature ! Pretty new but is already starting off with a bang!! CHECK THEM OUT!
@eclipse-msoul - Genuinely amazing, I love their aesthetic, I love the way they write, it's awesome! I especially adore Belong To Me In Oblivion and I think the mafia concept in Misfortunate Lady is PEAK!! CHECK THEM OUT!
@its-me-levi - Their story The Forgotten One had me at the edge of my seat, kicking my feet and pulling at my hair. The way they write the characters is amazing. CHECK THEM OUT!
@mimiii-3 - Personally I don't usually read stories where the Reader has a child - but All Grown Up was just superb. They have a way of drawing you in with their writing! CHECK THEM OUT!
@i-cant-sing - A large variety of fics for you to choose from across numerous fandoms! The DC Universe part of the masterlist has numerous fun oneshot fics which I adored reading through! CHECK THEM OUT!
@bluetooththereptile - Cool Batfam drabbles sourcing from animes, games, etc! Very creative! CHECK THEM OUT!
@aplpple - SO MANY FICS ALREADY!! You're bound to find your cup of tea in this blog! They post headcanons, drabbles/oneshots, and fics!! CHECK THEM OUT!
@cloudy-strawberry - This creator wasn't added in the og post but they're goated so I'm adding them anyway!! I love love love their fics!! CHECK THEM OUT!
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a/n: im kinda proud of this icl :)) I posted it on ao3 as well, though I have more trust in tumblr(I formatted it a bit different). don't fail me
tags/warnings/other: guns, wounds(not described), family issues(kinda insignificant), you're mentioned to be from a rural area
summary: you're working a night shift at a gas station in Gotham when suddenly you get robbed. you meet a certain vigilante.
dividers: saradika-graphics
You opened the rusty old cash register, scanning the half-opened drawer with silent resignation.
You slowed down about halfway through counting the money, sighing. You'd been here for 8 hours. 8Â hours, sitting in this shitty old Gotham gas station doing absolutely nothing.
Aside from the occasional high teenagers coming in for energy drinks and middle-aged women buying alcohol for their friends - it was just you, the rickety clock above the door, and the silent hum of the freezers in the back.Â
You lived alone in Gotham. After all, you'd cut off your family and moved away the second you graduated high school.
You didn't know much about Gotham - growing up close to the countryside, away from most politics and journalists, you had no time or resources to figure anything out for yourself. To you, it was only the cheapest place to live.Â
Your family had always been closed-minded. They'd insisted on top grades, refusing anything less than a hundred. You also needed to be top of the class until you graduated high school, and then stay away from college to marry.
Since you were a freshman, you'd been saving money. You never wanted to stick around and stop your life for someone else. That might've been the difference between you and your family.
You removed your hands from the money, dropping the cash onto the counter and redirecting them to your hair instead.
Throughout the night, all you could think about was your bed - the same bed in your dingy, run-down apartment that was soon going to be taken from you.
You had 3 missing rent payments - which were all long due - but your landlady, Mrs Durnford, was a kind old soul. She'd been trying to help you as long as she could, but she needed money too.
Mrs Durnford couldn't live penniless forever.
All you had to keep yourself awake was the frequent scattering of rats in the back room and the Red Bull you'd bought to keep yourself awake. At least if you got into any trouble, you'd be able to die aware of what was happening.
Wind howled against the flimsy glass door, startling you into reaching towards the handle of the worn-down shotgun under the counter.
Your manager, Danny Baker - an old-fashioned man born and raised in rural Texas - had insisted on keeping firearms behind the ledge. He'd reminded you of your father in a way. Sometimes it made you sick.
It was already 6:47AM, the dark sky slowly getting lighter through the foggy windows. Your shift ended in 13 minutes, all you had to do was wait. You glanced at the cash again.
You made 104 dollars tonight. Today was one of your better days - it wasn't often that you made it past 70.
As you shoved the cash back into the register and began to click it closed, the bell above the door jingled.Â
A tall, disfigured man ran inside, slamming the door behind him with a hiss under his breath. He had on dark clothing - covered in God knows what - as well as a long, suppressed pistol in his right hand.Â
You froze as he met your gaze, fingers edging closer to the gun beside you.Â
Swallowing, you scanned him. You hadn't heard about any significant or dangerous villains on the news, but everyone was a bit threatening in Gotham.
The man swore under his breath, bringing the gun's long barrel towards your forehead. He seemed distraught, with blown pupils peering from his torn up face. It was clear that he wasn't completely alert, though you didn't want to take the risk of setting him off.Â
"Money." The man slurred, motioning down at the register with his pistol before bringing it back up to your forehead.
He jumped at each rattle of the door, turning to look at it with a suspicious glare time after time again. Stuttering, you unlocked the register, attempting to force the drawer open.
You desperately tried to tug on the jammed compartment, muttering under your breath.
As it finally came unstuck, your eyes landed on the money inside. You paused, clenching your jaw. You also needed this money.
Who the hell was he to come in and take what you spent all night working for?
Your self preservation flew out the cracks of the door as you grasped the shotgun's handle. As the man started to turn again, you lifted the gun, squeezing the rusty trigger.
Dick jumped from rooftop to rooftop, scanning the area around him for the man he'd previously been chasing.
He wasn't planning on going on patrol.
Dick was only in Gotham to visit Bruce and his siblings - maybe stick around for a few nights to relive Alfred's dinners - when he got bored and decided to explore as Nightwing.
Of course, the press photos and edits of him were another pro, but the main reason was boredom, he swears.Â
As he traveled across the city, he found two officers half-unconscious in an alleyway. Swallowing down his discomfort, Dick checked if they had any injuries before nudging them awake.
He'd learned that they'd been checking out a lead, before being attacked by a man - tall, middle-aged, and scarred - and having their patrol car ransacked.Â
"I don't get why he didn't take the car too," One of the officers had laughed bitterly as he went through what had been stolen. He scanned the beat up passenger side door. "How'd he even manage this?"
The suspect only took a suppressed pistol, leaving behind a big mess and a half-connected car door.
It didn't seem like he was the brightest.
Dick shortly departed, searching for someone who fit the description. They mentioned he was jumpy, even aggressive. It'd be easy enough to find him, as long as Dick didn't get too distracted. All he had to do was make sure he found the guy before he found someone else to terrorize.
The sun was slowly starting to come up, peeking between the tall buildings of Gotham.
Dick let out a sigh, a chilly breeze making him shiver. Suddenly, he heard some noise. Around 10 feet behind and below him, he could hear rustling, quiet mumbles coming shortly after.
Dick crept towards the sound, peering below him into the dark alleyway.
There, he saw a lanky man, fitting the description perfectly. What you could see of his face was marred with deep scars, which contorted with suspicion and stress. In his right hand, he had a long-barreled gun, dark clothes blending into the sheltered alley.Â
Dick fully stood up now, trying to think of a plan on how to get the man subdued. Before he could finish his train of thoughts, the man looked up, meeting Dick's blue eyes with his dilated ones that were blown up like saucers. Dick prepared to move for cover, but instead of shooting, the man darted. Caught off guard, Dick began to run after him, hissing under his breath.
"Stop!" Dick called out, to no avail.
He swore under his breath, jumping down from the building to the concrete. Regaining his breath, Dick began to trail behind the man again, slowly gaining on him.
Quickly, the man slinked around a corner, disappearing into another alley for good. Dick groaned as he looked around, no longer running.Â
"What happened, Nightwing?" Barbara's voice buzzed through the intercoms, collected but concerned.
"I lost him." Dick sighed in response, running his hands through his dark locks. "Can you do a search for someone fitting his description?"Â
Barbara hummed in response, typing into her computer. "I'll see what I can do."
Dick hopped back onto a rooftop, scanning the area once more. He couldn't have gone far. Dick continued to traverse along the rooftops, slower now.
The sun somehow still hadn't risen completely, despite it feeling like it'd been hours. Soon, the empty streets of Gotham would be overflowing, and he'd be even harder to track down. Dick had to work fast.Â
The sky was a deep lavender, the bright stars slowly beginning to vanish. Cars began moving, the silent buzz of chatter starting like it did every morning.
Dick could remember, in his Robin days, at the end of each patrol he'd scan the sky, the soft gradient always seeming to bring him back down to Earth. Gotham could be a wonderful city, if it weren't so crime-ridden.
Suddenly, the quiet hum below him was silenced by a loud blast of a gunshot. Dick snapped up, beginning to run in the direction of the noise. The gunshot was deeper and louder than a pistol's, but at least he could finish his patrol with something half-useful.
After around 5 minutes, he neared a rusty gas station, muffled commotion inside - that was probably where the gunshot came from. Dick landed in front of the door, unable to see inside because of the fogged windows.
Grabbing the cold metal handle of the door, Dick swung it open, preparing for a fight.
The bullet sliced through the man's knee, making him crumple on the spot. He dropped the gun instantaneously - which you quickly threw somewhere in the back room - and he fell unconscious on the floor. You closed and locked the register, before making your way over to the man.Â
You sent a quick text to Danny - who would probably be here soon - before beginning to drag the man to the wall. Once the man was fully supported by it, you let out a sigh of exhaustion, walking back behind the cold counter top.
You still held the shotgun in hand - you weren't planning on dropping it until you were sure the man was no longer a threat.Â
You grumbled swears to yourself under your breath. Danny hadn't even seen the text yet. You knew your irritation wasn't quite justified, considering you'd only sent the text a minute ago, but you couldn't help it.
You drank the last drop of Red Bull before grabbing a rope, just for your own sanity, and walking back to the man to tie his legs and arms up.Â
The knots weren't quite pretty - it honestly looked like a shitty BDSM attempt - but they would do. The tall man muttered under his breath - a mixture of slurring and spitting.
"You got yourself into this mess." You hissed in return, not quite sure why you were talking with the man who clearly didn't understand a word you were saying.
You waved the shotgun around, motioning up and down at the ropes. "Why would you even choose this gas station? No one comes here!"Â
You continued to ramble, swearing and cursing at the man who was drifting off again.
You knew you should probably call the police, but they were unlikely to show up for just a gas station 'robbery', especially if no one was actually robbed in the end. Also, it was Gotham. The police had calls every hour and a half.
Suddenly, the door slammed open again, the chiming bell cutting off your annoyed chatter. You spun around, gun aimed straight at the silhouette of the figure.
As your eyes adjusted to the brightness of the rising sun behind the person, you began to see more than just a black figure. Your eyes locked on the logo on his chest.
"Nightwing?" You hissed in disbelief, seeing his alert posture.Â
You didn't know much about many vigilantes other than their names. Sometimes people around you would mention different attacks, but you didn't know enough about them to continue the conversations.
The vigilante stood surprised, you clearly weren't the person he was prepared for. He raised his hands in surrender, trying to regain his composure.Â
"That's me," Nightwing offered an awkward smile, trying to sound playful but still suspicious. "I heard a gunshot. Are you okay?"
"Yeah," You sighed, relaxing your tense shoulders. You shuffled over so he could see the man tied up behind you. "He was trying to rob the place."Â
Nightwing walked towards the man to get a better look, scanning his face and build. He seemed deep in thought. Nightwing's eyes locked into the wound, before a quiet, muffled talking came from his earpiece.
You couldn't tell what was being said, but he seemed to be in some sort of call. Nightwing whispered something in response to the voice, before turning back to you.
"Turns out he broke out of an asylum further away from the city. I'll take him back." Nightwing finally spoke, picking the man up with ease. The man continued to slur and lay limp in his arms, head bobbing back and forth.Â
"Like Arkham?" You asked hesitantly, setting the shotgun next to the cash register.Â
The vigilante quickly shook his head, rattling off the name of some other hospital before bringing his eyes back to yours. He seemed to remember something.
"He had a gun when I first saw him," Nightwing began, glancing around the room. "Do you have it?"Â
Nightwing was quite calm for a man in a spandex suit. Based off of the stories you'd heard, you would've expected someone tougher and colder.
You shrugged, rubbing the nape of your neck with your hand as you leaned back against the wall.
 "I threw it somewhere behind the counter." You admitted, turning around to look for it. "I can go get it for you, if you'd like."Â
Nightwing smiled, bright and friendly. "My hands are full, I'll just come back for it. Protocol says suspect, and then weapon. Keep it safe until I'm back."Â
You raised an eyebrow. What kind of 'protocol'Â is this? You turned to point to the back room.
"Seriously, I don't think this should be here. How will you know-"
The bell above the door jingled again. You spun back around to see the vigilante long gone, the only trace a small pool of blood from where the man once was.Â
With a sigh, you began mopping up the blood, mind preoccupied by the thought of money and the vigilante who was supposed to come and retrieve the gun.
Once you finished cleaning up, you threw out your Red Bull can and searched for the gun, throwing it in your bag with a quick motion.
As Danny's car pulled into the gas station parking lot, you couldn't help but let out a hum of relief, the energy drink finally wearing off.Â
Maybe if you'd drank just a little bit more Red Bull, you'd notice the two figures watching you from the roof across the street.
If so, can you pin it? it'll be easier for people to look through all your works.
i'm not planning on making a masterlist yet, since burnt out is my only writing here! I might make more though, and once I do, a masterlist will definitely come.
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a/n: sorry guys this is both buns AND its kinda short :(( also idk where I'm going with this storyline?? I'm making it as I go lolz
i've been making sm batfam fanart but idk if I should post it here or on my main blog oof
tags: everyone's annoying, Conner kent, tim's indecisive, tim doesn't know how to feel, infantilization from the fam, reader needs to go live her life, everyone's having crazy mood swings
not proofread!
Conner Kent was a traitor.
He had to be. Why else would he go out with you?
Tim had to have told him who you were.Â
Youâd always hold your hand out, but heâd only reach back when youâd pull away.
And worst of all, you really believed Conner, you did. He was wonderful, beautiful, and so charming. Why would he lie? Why not take another route to figure this out ? Why would he look at you like that?
It felt like youâd been buried in quick-drying cement, which kept squeezing and scratching at your neck.
Your mouth was glued shut - it wasnât like you could think of anything to say anyway. You should have known it was him; everything screamed at you from the beginning - though honestly, you assumed it mightâve been excitement.
Youâd gotten glimpses and glances at Conner before, in the manor when you were younger. You never really talked - there wasnât time to. He was only there when hanging out with Tim or tagging along with a tall, well-built man. Clark. The man wasnât confident, but clearly not clueless.Â
Now wasnât a good time to be thinking about his family. You clasped your bag on the seat next to you, hastily standing up, muttering a rushed apology behind you as you ran for the door. This had to be Tim. This was your vacation, not some time for your family to try to take control over whatever they thought they had with you.
Coffee long forgotten, Conner yelled out to you, your name ringing out in the air like a sorry promise. You could hear him trying to say something, but your mind was already occupied with leaving.Â
As you ran down the street, looking for somewhere quiet to stop, thoughts of him further plagued your mind. He was really nice, like you remembered from when you were younger. God, if only Bruce could stay ignorant, like before.
You felt like some main character in a sick, sadistic story where they never escape their fate.Â
Tim was always intelligent, you knew that. You also knew that he was good at finding and putting things together. He was always the hardest for you to trust, mostly because you never got the chance to talk to him when he was either cooped up in his room or half asleep on the couch. You never really knew much about his personality, other than the fact that he was smart with most things, including emotions. Though, he never really used that intelligence when interacting with you.Â
But, if you had to choose anyone in the family to stay in a room with, youâd pick Cass, with Tim a tight second. They were both awkward. The awkwardness was kind of⌠comforting. Seeing an emotion other than indifference was a lot better.
Footsteps echoed behind you, quiet at first before suddenly being right beside you.Â
âY/N.â Conner panted, a coffee held in each hand. âI swear, let me explain.âÂ
Dread filled your chest. You already hated this.
âConner, I donât think this is-â You began, but quieted down when he motioned for you to follow him into an alley to talk.Â
âTaking me to a secluded place isnât winning me over.â You sighed, but quickly stepped after him between the buildings.Â
Now that you can think clearly, cutting Conner off might not be the best choice. If Tim really did send him, there was nothing you could do. You knew Tim was crazy smart with finding things, though you werenât really sure why. Conner could at least keep you updated on how crazy theyâre being, and youâd know when to get the hell out of there.Â
And if Conner really wasnât having anything to do with Tim? At least thirsting over him wouldnât be too stressful.Â
Conner offered a warm coffee cup to you, still half full. âI, uh, figured you might still want it.âÂ
You let out a soft sigh, humming softly in agreement as you held the warm cup in your hands. âHowâd you find out? Did Tim send you to mess this up since I blocked him?â You asked, shifting your weight back and forth.
Conner looked up at you and then turned towards the busy sidewalk close by, which was bustling with people trying to run errands before traffic started.Â
âHe texted me earlier - said everyone was going crazy looking for you. He was freaking out too.â Conner began, fidgeting with the cardboard cup sleeve. âThen, he apparently checked the cameras of that cafĂŠ we were at and saw me with you. He went batshit on me.â
You let out a breath you didnât know you were holding. It seems Conner really wasnât with him.Â
âSorry, then. I shouldâve waited.â You looked up at Conner, your somber eyes locking with his bright blue ones. âSorry for making us leave, too. I really enjoyed that, donât take it the wrong way.â
Conner let out a laugh under his breath, relaxing slightly. âTheyâre- theyâre complicated. Timâs awesome, but heâs just - theyâre all just a bit unstable nowadays. Iâm not sure what happened.â He shook his head. Clearly, he still deeply cared for Tim. Theyâd always been close. âIt mightâve been good that we left. Heâs been more impulsive lately. I wouldnât be surprised if he showed up here.â
You nodded, deep in thought. âI donât want to let them ruin my vacation. There has to be somewhere they canât find us, even for an hour.â
It was beautiful in Metropolis. More lively, full of energy. The birds sang, the sun would shine - even the heroes around here seemed to have more happiness than Gothamâs vigilantes. Gotham was constantly shrouded in fog at night, with dangers lurking around every corner, even in broad daylight. Here, you never had to worry about being killed in a mugging or gang fight. It was safer. Kinder.
âMaybe we can hang out again before you leave - away from Timâs cameras?â Conner suggested, giving a small smile.Â
You returned it, looking down at your feet as a slight warmth rose to your cheeks. âIâd like that. Iâll text you.â You turned back to the entrance of the alley, stepping out onto the sidewalk. âTake care.â
âYou too. See you around.â Conner playfully replied, a teasing grin on his face.
Tim was exhausted.Â
Since Dick realized you were gone and told everyone, Bruce has been on his back to find a hint, some clues, anything.Â
Tim had already gone through almost half of the cameras in Gotham, but heâd found nothing. There were only a few blind spots in Gotham nowadays, since the high crime rate was somehow finding a way to go even higher.Â
And for whatever reason, he couldnât track your phone. It was either shut off or covered in VPNs and anti-tracking technology. Why would you do that?
You could be anywhere. You could be in some old corner store buying liquor, or in an alleyway, getting mugged, or inâ Tim didnât want to think anymore. So, he did what he always did.Â
Tim picked up his phone from the corner of his desk, turning it on. The bright screen illuminated his dark room, recoiling away before continuing. Tim scrolled through his contacts before coming across his best friend, Conner.Â
Theyâd known each other a long time, helping each other with their missions, playing games, and going out with other friends when they had time. Tim pressed on his profile, trying to call him. Conner hung up, his voicemail playing in response. Tim furrowed his eyebrows, trying again, only to get the same result.
Tim gulped. Was there something wrong? Sure, maybe he was just busy, but usually Conner would say something before clicking Do Not Disturb, even just to brag.Â
Tim reached back for his keyboard and mouse, tracking Connerâs location. He knew that Conner wouldnât be very happy to learn that Tim was snooping around his life, but he just had to make sure nothing was wrong.Â
When a location finally went off, he saw Conner was just at a cafĂŠ, seemingly fine. But Tim knew Conner well. He had to have been on a date. Why would Conner go on a date and not tell Tim? Maybe they were dangerous, or maybe Tim knew them. Deep down, Tim knew he was just being nosy. Conner wasnât a bad guy.
Hesitantly, he typed into his computer, bypassing the passwords and hacking into the security cameras. It took a few moments, but soon enough, they started to go through.
When the cameras loaded in, Tim felt his heart drop. Sitting there with Conner was you. Laughing and smiling, like none of them were looking for you back here, in Gotham. And Conner knew everyone here in Gotham was looking for you, so why wouldnât he immediately tell Tim about finding you?Â
Tim sent a few slightly angry threats to Connerâs phone before standing up, furiously heading up to Bruceâs study to tell him the news.Â
Tim knew Conner wasnât like that. He knew that Conner probably had no idea of anything that was going on. He was also aware that Conner would never hurt you, not intentionally.
The hallways of the Wayne Manor felt longer and more somber than usual, perhaps due to his now-slow pace. Theyâd never really been good to you. Conner was better than most of them. Tim shook his head, knowing that he had no right to be angry with you or his longtime best friend.
As Tim hesitantly made his way up the stairs, he heard his name being called out behind him.
âTim!â Stephanie called out, pulling down her Spoiler mask as she stepped forward. âHave you guys learned anything about where she is?â
Steph didnât say your name. She didnât need to. Tim looked over his shoulder in response, noticing Cass a few steps behind, still in her Batgirl costume. He gulped, then looked back towards the stairs.Â
âNo. Maybe B has something.â Tim answered, scrunching up his face in distaste at his lie.
After all, if Tim wanted to be a better brother, it had to start with the basics.
a/n: sorry guys this is both buns AND its kinda short :(( also idk where I'm going with this storyline?? I'm making it as I go lolz
i've been making sm batfam fanart but idk if I should post it here or on my main blog oof
tags: everyone's annoying, Conner kent, tim's indecisive, tim doesn't know how to feel, infantilization from the fam, reader needs to go live her life, everyone's having crazy mood swings
not proofread!
Conner Kent was a traitor.
He had to be. Why else would he go out with you?
Tim had to have told him who you were.Â
Youâd always hold your hand out, but heâd only reach back when youâd pull away.
And worst of all, you really believed Conner, you did. He was wonderful, beautiful, and so charming. Why would he lie? Why not take another route to figure this out ? Why would he look at you like that?
It felt like youâd been buried in quick-drying cement, which kept squeezing and scratching at your neck.
Your mouth was glued shut - it wasnât like you could think of anything to say anyway. You should have known it was him; everything screamed at you from the beginning - though honestly, you assumed it mightâve been excitement.
Youâd gotten glimpses and glances at Conner before, in the manor when you were younger. You never really talked - there wasnât time to. He was only there when hanging out with Tim or tagging along with a tall, well-built man. Clark. The man wasnât confident, but clearly not clueless.Â
Now wasnât a good time to be thinking about his family. You clasped your bag on the seat next to you, hastily standing up, muttering a rushed apology behind you as you ran for the door. This had to be Tim. This was your vacation, not some time for your family to try to take control over whatever they thought they had with you.
Coffee long forgotten, Conner yelled out to you, your name ringing out in the air like a sorry promise. You could hear him trying to say something, but your mind was already occupied with leaving.Â
As you ran down the street, looking for somewhere quiet to stop, thoughts of him further plagued your mind. He was really nice, like you remembered from when you were younger. God, if only Bruce could stay ignorant, like before.
You felt like some main character in a sick, sadistic story where they never escape their fate.Â
Tim was always intelligent, you knew that. You also knew that he was good at finding and putting things together. He was always the hardest for you to trust, mostly because you never got the chance to talk to him when he was either cooped up in his room or half asleep on the couch. You never really knew much about his personality, other than the fact that he was smart with most things, including emotions. Though, he never really used that intelligence when interacting with you.Â
But, if you had to choose anyone in the family to stay in a room with, youâd pick Cass, with Tim a tight second. They were both awkward. The awkwardness was kind of⌠comforting. Seeing an emotion other than indifference was a lot better.
Footsteps echoed behind you, quiet at first before suddenly being right beside you.Â
âY/N.â Conner panted, a coffee held in each hand. âI swear, let me explain.âÂ
Dread filled your chest. You already hated this.
âConner, I donât think this is-â You began, but quieted down when he motioned for you to follow him into an alley to talk.Â
âTaking me to a secluded place isnât winning me over.â You sighed, but quickly stepped after him between the buildings.Â
Now that you can think clearly, cutting Conner off might not be the best choice. If Tim really did send him, there was nothing you could do. You knew Tim was crazy smart with finding things, though you werenât really sure why. Conner could at least keep you updated on how crazy theyâre being, and youâd know when to get the hell out of there.Â
And if Conner really wasnât having anything to do with Tim? At least thirsting over him wouldnât be too stressful.Â
Conner offered a warm coffee cup to you, still half full. âI, uh, figured you might still want it.âÂ
You let out a soft sigh, humming softly in agreement as you held the warm cup in your hands. âHowâd you find out? Did Tim send you to mess this up since I blocked him?â You asked, shifting your weight back and forth.
Conner looked up at you and then turned towards the busy sidewalk close by, which was bustling with people trying to run errands before traffic started.Â
âHe texted me earlier - said everyone was going crazy looking for you. He was freaking out too.â Conner began, fidgeting with the cardboard cup sleeve. âThen, he apparently checked the cameras of that cafĂŠ we were at and saw me with you. He went batshit on me.â
You let out a breath you didnât know you were holding. It seems Conner really wasnât with him.Â
âSorry, then. I shouldâve waited.â You looked up at Conner, your somber eyes locking with his bright blue ones. âSorry for making us leave, too. I really enjoyed that, donât take it the wrong way.â
Conner let out a laugh under his breath, relaxing slightly. âTheyâre- theyâre complicated. Timâs awesome, but heâs just - theyâre all just a bit unstable nowadays. Iâm not sure what happened.â He shook his head. Clearly, he still deeply cared for Tim. Theyâd always been close. âIt mightâve been good that we left. Heâs been more impulsive lately. I wouldnât be surprised if he showed up here.â
You nodded, deep in thought. âI donât want to let them ruin my vacation. There has to be somewhere they canât find us, even for an hour.â
It was beautiful in Metropolis. More lively, full of energy. The birds sang, the sun would shine - even the heroes around here seemed to have more happiness than Gothamâs vigilantes. Gotham was constantly shrouded in fog at night, with dangers lurking around every corner, even in broad daylight. Here, you never had to worry about being killed in a mugging or gang fight. It was safer. Kinder.
âMaybe we can hang out again before you leave - away from Timâs cameras?â Conner suggested, giving a small smile.Â
You returned it, looking down at your feet as a slight warmth rose to your cheeks. âIâd like that. Iâll text you.â You turned back to the entrance of the alley, stepping out onto the sidewalk. âTake care.â
âYou too. See you around.â Conner playfully replied, a teasing grin on his face.
Tim was exhausted.Â
Since Dick realized you were gone and told everyone, Bruce has been on his back to find a hint, some clues, anything.Â
Tim had already gone through almost half of the cameras in Gotham, but heâd found nothing. There were only a few blind spots in Gotham nowadays, since the high crime rate was somehow finding a way to go even higher.Â
And for whatever reason, he couldnât track your phone. It was either shut off or covered in VPNs and anti-tracking technology. Why would you do that?
You could be anywhere. You could be in some old corner store buying liquor, or in an alleyway, getting mugged, or inâ Tim didnât want to think anymore. So, he did what he always did.Â
Tim picked up his phone from the corner of his desk, turning it on. The bright screen illuminated his dark room, recoiling away before continuing. Tim scrolled through his contacts before coming across his best friend, Conner.Â
Theyâd known each other a long time, helping each other with their missions, playing games, and going out with other friends when they had time. Tim pressed on his profile, trying to call him. Conner hung up, his voicemail playing in response. Tim furrowed his eyebrows, trying again, only to get the same result.
Tim gulped. Was there something wrong? Sure, maybe he was just busy, but usually Conner would say something before clicking Do Not Disturb, even just to brag.Â
Tim reached back for his keyboard and mouse, tracking Connerâs location. He knew that Conner wouldnât be very happy to learn that Tim was snooping around his life, but he just had to make sure nothing was wrong.Â
When a location finally went off, he saw Conner was just at a cafĂŠ, seemingly fine. But Tim knew Conner well. He had to have been on a date. Why would Conner go on a date and not tell Tim? Maybe they were dangerous, or maybe Tim knew them. Deep down, Tim knew he was just being nosy. Conner wasnât a bad guy.
Hesitantly, he typed into his computer, bypassing the passwords and hacking into the security cameras. It took a few moments, but soon enough, they started to go through.
When the cameras loaded in, Tim felt his heart drop. Sitting there with Conner was you. Laughing and smiling, like none of them were looking for you back here, in Gotham. And Conner knew everyone here in Gotham was looking for you, so why wouldnât he immediately tell Tim about finding you?Â
Tim sent a few slightly angry threats to Connerâs phone before standing up, furiously heading up to Bruceâs study to tell him the news.Â
Tim knew Conner wasnât like that. He knew that Conner probably had no idea of anything that was going on. He was also aware that Conner would never hurt you, not intentionally.
The hallways of the Wayne Manor felt longer and more somber than usual, perhaps due to his now-slow pace. Theyâd never really been good to you. Conner was better than most of them. Tim shook his head, knowing that he had no right to be angry with you or his longtime best friend.
As Tim hesitantly made his way up the stairs, he heard his name being called out behind him.
âTim!â Stephanie called out, pulling down her Spoiler mask as she stepped forward. âHave you guys learned anything about where she is?â
Steph didnât say your name. She didnât need to. Tim looked over his shoulder in response, noticing Cass a few steps behind, still in her Batgirl costume. He gulped, then looked back towards the stairs.Â
âNo. Maybe B has something.â Tim answered, scrunching up his face in distaste at his lie.
After all, if Tim wanted to be a better brother, it had to start with the basics.
a/n: sorry guys this is both buns AND its kinda short :(( also idk where I'm going with this storyline?? I'm making it as I go lolz
i've been making sm batfam fanart but idk if I should post it here or on my main blog oof
tags: everyone's annoying, Conner kent, tim's indecisive, tim doesn't know how to feel, infantilization from the fam, reader needs to go live her life, everyone's having crazy mood swings
SORRY, credits for dividers: chrisssiren
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Conner Kent was a traitor.
He had to be. Why else would he go out with you?
Tim had to have told him who you were.Â
Youâd always hold your hand out, but heâd only reach back when youâd pull away.
And worst of all, you really believed Conner, you did. He was wonderful, beautiful, and so charming. Why would he lie? Why not take another route to figure this out ? Why would he look at you like that?
It felt like youâd been buried in quick-drying cement, which kept squeezing and scratching at your neck.
Your mouth was glued shut - it wasnât like you could think of anything to say anyway. You should have known it was him; everything screamed at you from the beginning - though honestly, you assumed it mightâve been excitement.
Youâd gotten glimpses and glances at Conner before, in the manor when you were younger. You never really talked - there wasnât time to. He was only there when hanging out with Tim or tagging along with a tall, well-built man. Clark. The man wasnât confident, but clearly not clueless.Â
Now wasnât a good time to be thinking about his family. You clasped your bag on the seat next to you, hastily standing up, muttering a rushed apology behind you as you ran for the door. This had to be Tim. This was your vacation, not some time for your family to try to take control over whatever they thought they had with you.
Coffee long forgotten, Conner yelled out to you, your name ringing out in the air like a sorry promise. You could hear him trying to say something, but your mind was already occupied with leaving.Â
As you ran down the street, looking for somewhere quiet to stop, thoughts of him further plagued your mind. He was really nice, like you remembered from when you were younger. God, if only Bruce could stay ignorant, like before.
You felt like some main character in a sick, sadistic story where they never escape their fate.Â
Tim was always intelligent, you knew that. You also knew that he was good at finding and putting things together. He was always the hardest for you to trust, mostly because you never got the chance to talk to him when he was either cooped up in his room or half asleep on the couch. You never really knew much about his personality, other than the fact that he was smart with most things, including emotions. Though, he never really used that intelligence when interacting with you.Â
But, if you had to choose anyone in the family to stay in a room with, youâd pick Cass, with Tim a tight second. They were both awkward. The awkwardness was kind of⌠comforting. Seeing an emotion other than indifference was a lot better.
Footsteps echoed behind you, quiet at first before suddenly being right beside you.Â
âY/N.â Conner panted, a coffee held in each hand. âI swear, let me explain.âÂ
Dread filled your chest. You already hated this.
âConner, I donât think this is-â You began, but quieted down when he motioned for you to follow him into an alley to talk.Â
âTaking me to a secluded place isnât winning me over.â You sighed, but quickly stepped after him between the buildings.Â
Now that you can think clearly, cutting Conner off might not be the best choice. If Tim really did send him, there was nothing you could do. You knew Tim was crazy smart with finding things, though you werenât really sure why. Conner could at least keep you updated on how crazy theyâre being, and youâd know when to get the hell out of there.Â
And if Conner really wasnât having anything to do with Tim? At least thirsting over him wouldnât be too stressful.Â
Conner offered a warm coffee cup to you, still half full. âI, uh, figured you might still want it.âÂ
You let out a soft sigh, humming softly in agreement as you held the warm cup in your hands. âHowâd you find out? Did Tim send you to mess this up since I blocked him?â You asked, shifting your weight back and forth.
Conner looked up at you and then turned towards the busy sidewalk close by, which was bustling with people trying to run errands before traffic started.Â
âHe texted me earlier - said everyone was going crazy looking for you. He was freaking out too.â Conner began, fidgeting with the cardboard cup sleeve. âThen, he apparently checked the cameras of that cafĂŠ we were at and saw me with you. He went batshit on me.â
You let out a breath you didnât know you were holding. It seems Conner really wasnât with him.Â
âSorry, then. I shouldâve waited.â You looked up at Conner, your somber eyes locking with his bright blue ones. âSorry for making us leave, too. I really enjoyed that, donât take it the wrong way.â
Conner let out a laugh under his breath, relaxing slightly. âTheyâre- theyâre complicated. Timâs awesome, but heâs just - theyâre all just a bit unstable nowadays. Iâm not sure what happened.â He shook his head. Clearly, he still deeply cared for Tim. Theyâd always been close. âIt mightâve been good that we left. Heâs been more impulsive lately. I wouldnât be surprised if he showed up here.â
You nodded, deep in thought. âI donât want to let them ruin my vacation. There has to be somewhere they canât find us, even for an hour.â
It was beautiful in Metropolis. More lively, full of energy. The birds sang, the sun would shine - even the heroes around here seemed to have more happiness than Gothamâs vigilantes. Gotham was constantly shrouded in fog at night, with dangers lurking around every corner, even in broad daylight. Here, you never had to worry about being killed in a mugging or gang fight. It was safer. Kinder.
âMaybe we can hang out again before you leave - away from Timâs cameras?â Conner suggested, giving a small smile.Â
You returned it, looking down at your feet as a slight warmth rose to your cheeks. âIâd like that. Iâll text you.â You turned back to the entrance of the alley, stepping out onto the sidewalk. âTake care.â
âYou too. See you around.â Conner playfully replied, a teasing grin on his face.
Tim was exhausted.Â
Since Dick realized you were gone and told everyone, Bruce has been on his back to find a hint, some clues, anything.Â
Tim had already gone through almost half of the cameras in Gotham, but heâd found nothing. There were only a few blind spots in Gotham nowadays, since the high crime rate was somehow finding a way to go even higher.Â
And for whatever reason, he couldnât track your phone. It was either shut off or covered in VPNs and anti-tracking technology. Why would you do that?
You could be anywhere. You could be in some old corner store buying liquor, or in an alleyway, getting mugged, or inâ Tim didnât want to think anymore. So, he did what he always did.Â
Tim picked up his phone from the corner of his desk, turning it on. The bright screen illuminated his dark room, recoiling away before continuing. Tim scrolled through his contacts before coming across his best friend, Conner.Â
Theyâd known each other a long time, helping each other with their missions, playing games, and going out with other friends when they had time. Tim pressed on his profile, trying to call him. Conner hung up, his voicemail playing in response. Tim furrowed his eyebrows, trying again, only to get the same result.
Tim gulped. Was there something wrong? Sure, maybe he was just busy, but usually Conner would say something before clicking Do Not Disturb, even just to brag.Â
Tim reached back for his keyboard and mouse, tracking Connerâs location. He knew that Conner wouldnât be very happy to learn that Tim was snooping around his life, but he just had to make sure nothing was wrong.Â
When a location finally went off, he saw Conner was just at a cafĂŠ, seemingly fine. But Tim knew Conner well. He had to have been on a date. Why would Conner go on a date and not tell Tim? Maybe they were dangerous, or maybe Tim knew them. Deep down, Tim knew he was just being nosy. Conner wasnât a bad guy.
Hesitantly, he typed into his computer, bypassing the passwords and hacking into the security cameras. It took a few moments, but soon enough, they started to go through.
When the cameras loaded in, Tim felt his heart drop. Sitting there with Conner was you. Laughing and smiling, like none of them were looking for you back here, in Gotham. And Conner knew everyone here in Gotham was looking for you, so why wouldnât he immediately tell Tim about finding you?Â
Tim sent a few slightly angry threats to Connerâs phone before standing up, furiously heading up to Bruceâs study to tell him the news.Â
Tim knew Conner wasnât like that. He knew that Conner probably had no idea of anything that was going on. He was also aware that Conner would never hurt you, not intentionally.
The hallways of the Wayne Manor felt longer and more somber than usual, perhaps due to his now-slow pace. Theyâd never really been good to you. Conner was better than most of them. Tim shook his head, knowing that he had no right to be angry with you or his longtime best friend.
As Tim hesitantly made his way up the stairs, he heard his name being called out behind him.
âTim!â Stephanie called out, pulling down her Spoiler mask as she stepped forward. âHave you guys learned anything about where she is?â
Steph didnât say your name. She didnât need to. Tim looked over his shoulder in response, noticing Cass a few steps behind, still in her Batgirl costume. He gulped, then looked back towards the stairs.Â
âNo. Maybe B has something.â Tim answered, scrunching up his face in distaste at his lie.
After all, if Tim wanted to be a better brother, it had to start with the basics.
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a/n: idk why this took me so long to post chat </3 this chapter kinda sucks ass but i swear i'll be better next one!!! also i swear kon's getting redeemed i promisealso sorry for it being so short </3
tags/warnings: batfams getting a bit more obsessive, Bruce is babying reader, reader's paranoid, reader's ANGRY
credits for dividers: rmstitanics & enchanthings (thank you!)
Your heart raced, blood pumping through your veins at a hundred miles per hour.Â
But, for once, it wasnât out of fear. Not even stress. It was pure frustration. You had lived in that cold brick mansion for years, and they hadnât once noticed you. And the one time you decide to leave, they feel like they have the right to scold you?Â
How pathetic.
One of the first texts you could read was from Bruce. You scoffed, looking it over.
âCome back home. Itâs dangerous for you to be alone. Donât be immature.â
Immature?
Your knuckles were turning white from how hard you were clenching your fists. You stood up abruptly, quickly heading out of your hotel room before shutting the door behind you to avoid waking up your friends.Â
Anger clouded your mind. Nothing gave them the right to tell you whatâs best for yourself. Especially when actively putting themselves in harmâs way in Halloween costumes.
They always thought they were discreet with their night patrols. They had no idea you knew who they were - and honestly? They werenât very good at keeping you away from it. Memories flashed in your head of all of their endeavors.Â
You knew how quickly they could find you if they wanted to. There was nothing that could stop them. You immediately started to respond, typing back a mixture of swears and curses before pausing.Â
Were they really worth it? Would they even listen?Â
A hiss escaped your lips, holding your phone with a tighter grip than before. You couldnât risk it. You knew Tim could trace texts.
You deleted the string of nonsense, sighing before looking down the hallway in thought. After a second or so, you looked back down at your phone, going through each contact and clicking the block button. They werenât worth your anger and tears. They werenât worth your time.
As you turned off your phone, you realized that all you really had other than your family was Alfred and your friends. You appreciated them, you did, but you also longed for more. For a real connection.
Just as you finished that thought, as if on cue, your phone lit up.
An unknown caller. Most days, youâd hang up or ignore unknown callers, but something pulled you to click accept.Â
âGuess who!â The voice came through, familiar and playful.
After a beat of silence, you laughed softly. âConner, right?â
He laughed on the other end with you, loud and endearing.
âYeah.â You could hear him smile on the other end, and then go quiet for a flash before returning to his confident self. âUh, hey - I was wondering if youâre doing anything today.âÂ
âDepends.â You teased. âWhy are you asking?âÂ
âSo we can have a date.â He playfully deadpanned, but quickly went back to cocky. âYou like coffee or tea?âÂ
Your face reddened. It wasnât the first time youâd been asked out, but it felt different with him.
âI like coffee.â You replied after a minute, slowly pacing around in the hallway.Â
You could feel his excitement through the phone. It sounds weird, but you just⌠could. Your heart fluttered.
âIâll text you the details then. See you later?âÂ
âSee you later.âÂ
Your face reddened, a smile making its way to your once-angry face. Connerâs personality was even better than last night, if that was even possible - and it wasnât just how he acted. His face and physique were another plus one.Â
When you had ended the call with him earlier on, you had run back in to your friends in excitement, who unfortunately had woken up from your silent rage. Despite missing their slumber, they were ecstatic for you.Â
They helped you choose an outfit and do your hair - only making you love them more. Your friends were your saviors.
Conner had picked you up from your hotel on a motorcycle, offering you an extra helmet. You had held on tight to him, getting a chance to feel his physique. It was kind of unusual how well-built he was. You knew it was a weird thought, but your brain was giving you mixed signals.
Conner took you to a nearby coffee shop - and despite it not being fancy, you were wooed. He had manners, and he really paid attention to what you said. He asked questions, didnât cut you off, and was just as dashing as last night.
Unfortunately for you, you were missing a lot.Â
After checking his phone, Conner seemed a bit nervous. He fidgeted with the hem of his leather sleeve, which you had given back once you met up again, and tried to keep up his confident persona.
After a few minutes of awkward conversation, you couldnât ignore it anymore.
âConner? Are, uh, you okay?â You asked, worry in your voice. Did you really freak out your first good date in, what? Ten minutes? This had to be a joke.
âYeah, sorry, just a question.â He looked up at you, a sudden anxiety in his tone.
You hesitated, but signalled for him to continue. âGo ahead.â
âIs your last name Wayne?âÂ
You stopped for a second, silence engulfing you. â... yeah, I suppose we never got around to telling each other our last names. I didnât think it was important, considering-â
a/n: idk why this took me so long to post chat </3 this chapter kinda sucks ass but i swear i'll be better next one!!! also i swear kon's getting redeemed i promisealso sorry for it being so short </3
tags/warnings: batfams getting a bit more obsessive, Bruce is babying reader, reader's paranoid, reader's ANGRY
credits for dividers: rmstitanics & enchanthings (thank you!)
Your heart raced, blood pumping through your veins at a hundred miles per hour.Â
But, for once, it wasnât out of fear. Not even stress. It was pure frustration. You had lived in that cold brick mansion for years, and they hadnât once noticed you. And the one time you decide to leave, they feel like they have the right to scold you?Â
How pathetic.
One of the first texts you could read was from Bruce. You scoffed, looking it over.
âCome back home. Itâs dangerous for you to be alone. Donât be immature.â
Immature?
Your knuckles were turning white from how hard you were clenching your fists. You stood up abruptly, quickly heading out of your hotel room before shutting the door behind you to avoid waking up your friends.Â
Anger clouded your mind. Nothing gave them the right to tell you whatâs best for yourself. Especially when actively putting themselves in harmâs way in Halloween costumes.
They always thought they were discreet with their night patrols. They had no idea you knew who they were - and honestly? They werenât very good at keeping you away from it. Memories flashed in your head of all of their endeavors.Â
You knew how quickly they could find you if they wanted to. There was nothing that could stop them. You immediately started to respond, typing back a mixture of swears and curses before pausing.Â
Were they really worth it? Would they even listen?Â
A hiss escaped your lips, holding your phone with a tighter grip than before. You couldnât risk it. You knew Tim could trace texts.
You deleted the string of nonsense, sighing before looking down the hallway in thought. After a second or so, you looked back down at your phone, going through each contact and clicking the block button. They werenât worth your anger and tears. They werenât worth your time.
As you turned off your phone, you realized that all you really had other than your family was Alfred and your friends. You appreciated them, you did, but you also longed for more. For a real connection.
Just as you finished that thought, as if on cue, your phone lit up.
An unknown caller. Most days, youâd hang up or ignore unknown callers, but something pulled you to click accept.Â
âGuess who!â The voice came through, familiar and playful.
After a beat of silence, you laughed softly. âConner, right?â
He laughed on the other end with you, loud and endearing.
âYeah.â You could hear him smile on the other end, and then go quiet for a flash before returning to his confident self. âUh, hey - I was wondering if youâre doing anything today.âÂ
âDepends.â You teased. âWhy are you asking?âÂ
âSo we can have a date.â He playfully deadpanned, but quickly went back to cocky. âYou like coffee or tea?âÂ
Your face reddened. It wasnât the first time youâd been asked out, but it felt different with him.
âI like coffee.â You replied after a minute, slowly pacing around in the hallway.Â
You could feel his excitement through the phone. It sounds weird, but you just⌠could. Your heart fluttered.
âIâll text you the details then. See you later?âÂ
âSee you later.âÂ
Your face reddened, a smile making its way to your once-angry face. Connerâs personality was even better than last night, if that was even possible - and it wasnât just how he acted. His face and physique were another plus one.Â
When you had ended the call with him earlier on, you had run back in to your friends in excitement, who unfortunately had woken up from your silent rage. Despite missing their slumber, they were ecstatic for you.Â
They helped you choose an outfit and do your hair - only making you love them more. Your friends were your saviors.
Conner had picked you up from your hotel on a motorcycle, offering you an extra helmet. You had held on tight to him, getting a chance to feel his physique. It was kind of unusual how well-built he was. You knew it was a weird thought, but your brain was giving you mixed signals.
Conner took you to a nearby coffee shop - and despite it not being fancy, you were wooed. He had manners, and he really paid attention to what you said. He asked questions, didnât cut you off, and was just as dashing as last night.
Unfortunately for you, you were missing a lot.Â
After checking his phone, Conner seemed a bit nervous. He fidgeted with the hem of his leather sleeve, which you had given back once you met up again, and tried to keep up his confident persona.
After a few minutes of awkward conversation, you couldnât ignore it anymore.
âConner? Are, uh, you okay?â You asked, worry in your voice. Did you really freak out your first good date in, what? Ten minutes? This had to be a joke.
âYeah, sorry, just a question.â He looked up at you, a sudden anxiety in his tone.
You hesitated, but signalled for him to continue. âGo ahead.â
âIs your last name Wayne?âÂ
You stopped for a second, silence engulfing you. â... yeah, I suppose we never got around to telling each other our last names. I didnât think it was important, considering-â
a/n: idk why this took me so long to post chat </3 this chapter kinda sucks ass but i swear i'll be better next one!!! also i swear kon's getting redeemed i promisealso sorry for it being so short </3
tags/warnings: batfams getting a bit more obsessive, Bruce is babying reader, reader's paranoid, reader's ANGRY
credits for dividers: rmstitanics & enchanthings (thank you!)
prev. masterlist next
Your heart raced, blood pumping through your veins at a hundred miles per hour.Â
But, for once, it wasnât out of fear. Not even stress. It was pure frustration. You had lived in that cold brick mansion for years, and they hadnât once noticed you. And the one time you decide to leave, they feel like they have the right to scold you?Â
How pathetic.
One of the first texts you could read was from Bruce. You scoffed, looking it over.
âCome back home. Itâs dangerous for you to be alone. Donât be immature.â
Immature?
Your knuckles were turning white from how hard you were clenching your fists. You stood up abruptly, quickly heading out of your hotel room before shutting the door behind you to avoid waking up your friends.Â
Anger clouded your mind. Nothing gave them the right to tell you whatâs best for yourself. Especially when actively putting themselves in harmâs way in Halloween costumes.
They always thought they were discreet with their night patrols. They had no idea you knew who they were - and honestly? They werenât very good at keeping you away from it. Memories flashed in your head of all of their endeavors.Â
You knew how quickly they could find you if they wanted to. There was nothing that could stop them. You immediately started to respond, typing back a mixture of swears and curses before pausing.Â
Were they really worth it? Would they even listen?Â
A hiss escaped your lips, holding your phone with a tighter grip than before. You couldnât risk it. You knew Tim could trace texts.
You deleted the string of nonsense, sighing before looking down the hallway in thought. After a second or so, you looked back down at your phone, going through each contact and clicking the block button. They werenât worth your anger and tears. They werenât worth your time.
As you turned off your phone, you realized that all you really had other than your family was Alfred and your friends. You appreciated them, you did, but you also longed for more. For a real connection.
Just as you finished that thought, as if on cue, your phone lit up.
An unknown caller. Most days, youâd hang up or ignore unknown callers, but something pulled you to click accept.Â
âGuess who!â The voice came through, familiar and playful.
After a beat of silence, you laughed softly. âConner, right?â
He laughed on the other end with you, loud and endearing.
âYeah.â You could hear him smile on the other end, and then go quiet for a flash before returning to his confident self. âUh, hey - I was wondering if youâre doing anything today.âÂ
âDepends.â You teased. âWhy are you asking?âÂ
âSo we can have a date.â He playfully deadpanned, but quickly went back to cocky. âYou like coffee or tea?âÂ
Your face reddened. It wasnât the first time youâd been asked out, but it felt different with him.
âI like coffee.â You replied after a minute, slowly pacing around in the hallway.Â
You could feel his excitement through the phone. It sounds weird, but you just⌠could. Your heart fluttered.
âIâll text you the details then. See you later?âÂ
âSee you later.âÂ
Your face reddened, a smile making its way to your once-angry face. Connerâs personality was even better than last night, if that was even possible - and it wasnât just how he acted. His face and physique were another plus one.Â
When you had ended the call with him earlier on, you had run back in to your friends in excitement, who unfortunately had woken up from your silent rage. Despite missing their slumber, they were ecstatic for you.Â
They helped you choose an outfit and do your hair - only making you love them more. Your friends were your saviors.
Conner had picked you up from your hotel on a motorcycle, offering you an extra helmet. You had held on tight to him, getting a chance to feel his physique. It was kind of unusual how well-built he was. You knew it was a weird thought, but your brain was giving you mixed signals.
Conner took you to a nearby coffee shop - and despite it not being fancy, you were wooed. He had manners, and he really paid attention to what you said. He asked questions, didnât cut you off, and was just as dashing as last night.
Unfortunately for you, you were missing a lot.Â
After checking his phone, Conner seemed a bit nervous. He fidgeted with the hem of his leather sleeve, which you had given back once you met up again, and tried to keep up his confident persona.
After a few minutes of awkward conversation, you couldnât ignore it anymore.
âConner? Are, uh, you okay?â You asked, worry in your voice. Did you really freak out your first good date in, what? Ten minutes? This had to be a joke.
âYeah, sorry, just a question.â He looked up at you, a sudden anxiety in his tone.
You hesitated, but signalled for him to continue. âGo ahead.â
âIs your last name Wayne?âÂ
You stopped for a second, silence engulfing you. â... yeah, I suppose we never got around to telling each other our last names. I didnât think it was important, considering-â
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