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Reader: yes, what are you afraid of? Whimsy?

Also Reader: *Fuck is my outfit not it??? I mean he never mentioned anything before so this means something bad right??? Should I change*

Unfortunately Gyaru! Reader cares a bit about Bruce’s opinion since it’s actually one of the only times she talks to her. So if he took notice of something it has to be bad right?? She can’t risk losing face.

Strange. Damian feels strange, like he's missing something. He looks around the couch and sees that everyone is here. Tim and Steph are fighting for the popcorn, Jason is trying not to cry as Dick makes fun of him, Father is sighing but smiling nonetheless, and Cass and Damian are deciding on the next movie. He must be overthinking things—everyone that matters is here. Maybe he’s just psyching himself out; Mother always said he had a tendency to do that during missions.

As the credits roll and everyone heads to their respective rooms for the night, a ponytail sways past the halls, a skirt flowing with each step, humming softly. (Name)’s face is adorned with a huge, plastered smile as she holds a My Melody plushie tightly.

Oh.

You weren’t there.

Standing behind you, Damian feels a shiver run down his spine, and it seems he isn’t the only one.

“I didn’t realize (Name) was out,” Tim chimes in from behind him.

“It slipped my mind,” Damian replies.

“Family movie night is required. We never really get to spend time with each other.” Tim eyes the plushie as you begin to fade away down the hall.

“(Name) broke the rules.”

The two stumble through doors and hallways until they reach your room. You jump slightly from your seat while applying your skincare.

“Is there something you need?” you ask, confused.

“Why weren’t you at movie night?”

You freeze.

"Everyone was there," Tim adds, looking between you and Damian.

“Yup! Even Jason showed up,” Dick grins.

“I didn’t think it would matter whether I was there or not.”

Damian’s eyes narrow. “How selfish and uncaring of you to assume the family wouldn’t notice.”

You look down, facing the floor. “Did you?”

Tim hesitates as Damian crosses his arms, holding his nose as if in irritation.

“Even still, you should come,” Tim insists. “It’s not often the family gets to be together.”

Your voice turns hoarse. “Answer the question. Did you or did you not notice?” Your fingers scratch anxiously at your arm.

“That’s besides the point—”

“We didn’t,” Damian cuts in. “Maybe you should actually contribute something to this family instead of just standing around waiting to be noticed.”

His words cut like a knife.

Your head lifts, expression blank. The boys tense under your stare.

“I’ve been trying so fucking hard,” you whisper. Then louder— “LOOK AROUND YOU, DAMN IT! I WANTED TO BE A PART OF THIS MANOR, BUT YOU NEVER LET ME IN!”

Your hands tremble as you motion to the awards decorating your walls.

“I NOTICED ALL OF YOU—going out at night, the bruises, the scratches, the injuries, the sleepless eyes, the bandages—but you never tell me anything.”

Your voice cracks.

“I didn’t do all this just to win some cheap medal, some stupid trophy, or a goddamn piece of paper.”

What you thought was a fit of rage—wild, explosive—is different in their eyes.

To them, you look more like a pitiful, hissing cat.

Damian’s expression darkens. “Maybe it’s because you’re not good enough. Do something actually worthwhile for once in your life.”

Silence.

Tim looks horrified. “Why the hell would you say that?!” He clamps a hand over Damian’s mouth.

“(Name), he didn’t mean it—”

Tim’s voice wavers as he takes in your disheveled form.

Your hands are still scratching—harder, harder—until blood beads along the raw skin of your arm.

You don’t say anything, but your eyes scream at them.

The door swings open.

“Why is there so much screaming? It’s late,” Dick mumbles, rubbing his eyes.

He stops.

Tim is restraining Damian, who looks like he’s about to throw more venom at you. Dick sighs.

You were always so understanding.

He remembers how you smiled even after Damian first tried to harm you.

"He’ll warm up to me!"

Your voice echoes in his mind.

Dick steps forward, voice soft. “(Name), you know Damian is… emotional. Let’s not take it to heart, okay?” He gives you his signature charming smile.

But something is different.

You’re not looking at him.

"Rubbish," you whisper. Your voice is hoarse, deep, almost unrecognizable.

Dick flinches.

“(Name), let’s not get ahead of ourselves—”

You glare at him.

Why are you glaring at him?

"GET OUT! GET OUT! GET OUT!"

You scream at the top of your lungs, waking the whole manor.

Your scratching becomes more frantic, each scrape drawing more blood.

Dick reaches out to hug you, but you scream and shove him away.

That’s when Damian snaps, breaking free from Tim’s grasp.

Before anyone can react—

Rip.

Damian tears Melody’s head from its body.

“QUIET DOWN. YOU’RE ACTING LIKE A CHILD.”

Silence.

Your voice disappears.

Your eyes—wide, unblinking—move between Melody’s head and Damian.

Tim and Dick exchange frantic glances, silently begging Damian to apologize, but he stands firm.

“Act like a child, get treated like one,” he mutters, dropping the plushie’s head onto the floor.

Your eyes follow the trail of stuffing.

Tim and Dick yank Damian out of the room, leaving you frozen in place, staring at Melody’s remains.

“WHAT POSSESSED YOU TO DO THAT?!”

Dick smacks the back of Damian’s head as Tim recounts the events.

“Did you not see her reaction?” Tim snaps. “SHE WAS BEING A CHILD! IT’S JUST A TOY,” Damian protests, rubbing the sore spot where Dick hit him.

Dick exhales sharply, trying to calm himself. “You are going to apologize.”

Damian glares. “WHY SHOULD I?!”

Tim buries his face in his hands.

“(Name) is sensitive,” Tim says, voice quieter now. “We’ve talked about this. You can’t be so harsh.”

Damian scoffs, but Tim’s next words shake him.

“Did you see how her eyes dropped when you ripped that plushie? You went too far.”

Dick nods. “Apologize first thing in the morning. (Name) looked exhausted, and you need to reflect.”

Damian opens his mouth to argue—

Then he remembers your expression.

Your eyes—wide, hollow, filled with an agony he could almost hear.

Fine. He’ll apologize.

He’ll get you another plushie.

Though, the thought of you winning it at a fair—on a date, perhaps—irks him more than it should.

“Fine.”

Bruce hears about what happened.

Why must two of his children be such complete opposites?

One, so hard-headed and cruel.

The other, so fragile and emotional.

Yet, his stomach twists uncomfortably the longer he goes without seeing you.

He walks into your room.

You’re curled up on the floor, cradling the plushie’s head, dried tears staining your cheeks.

His heart tightens.

Your arms are scratched raw, streaked with dried blood.

Even in such a pitiful state, he can’t help but think you look… small.

So childlike.

So innocent.

Crying over a broken toy.

It’s okay. He’ll fix it.

No matter how tall you get, you will always be his baby.

Bruce gently lifts you, tucking you into bed. He makes a mental note—he needs to switch your room.

His eyes drift toward the awards on your walls.

Oh. How talented you are.

When did you achieve all this?

Wait.

They aren’t recent.

They’ve been there for years.

Bruce’s breath hitches.

No. No, no, no.

He never came to any of these.

His hands tremble as he rushes around the room, searching.

No.

Slowly, his head turns back to you.

Tossing.

Turning.

His vision blurs.

A tear drips onto his face.

Fact: (Name) doesn’t know about the Family being vigilantes ; if your wondering what about Jason? She came after Tim and they explained that he was just in hiding because bad people were after him; she was young and impresional so she believed it. Cause why would an adult lie to her?

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Gyaru reader!: *smoking*

Bruce: This is all my fault I shouldn’t have been seen smoking at TV 2 months ago she is copying me so she can form a bond with me. I should be a good dad and guide her to her true self!

Bruce: *smacks cigarette and stomps on it* NO BAD! *looks at her* NO MORE WIGS! *scurries away*

Gyaru!Reader: Kay..?

Gyaru!Reader: *lights another cigarette*

Bruce: I handled that pretty well.

Damian: WHY WOULD YOU THAT-

But Jason seeing stacks of books around Reader and realizing he can talk to them about Jane Austen? Oh boy, he's probably going to be astounded by the deep philosophical debates they end up having, only for Reader to turn bratty the second he tries to mock or baby them.

Damian realizing he can 'play' with Reader in the way he grew up with and being so ecstatic is sending me. Damian trying to get the drop on Reader, only to find he can't.

Neither can Cassandra. It takes a moment longer than Damian, but Reader knows when anyone is near. It's a difference in air flow, in the vibrations of the floor.

Also, I'm imagine Reader almost never wears shoes when they are at home. They has thick calluses that she has to soak and grate off for when she wears shoes. The shoes they does wear are thin, so they can still feel. Loud places make it more difficult to place where they are going.

I'm also imagining Reader playing chess with their friends. Maybe Damian uses this as a way to try to teach Reader Go? And it's the least bratty he's seen them because the Reader is genuinely trying to learn how to play. And Damian quickly finding out that Reader is not only a genius, but a strategist.

On the part that I saw of Reader being like an Earth bender, I'm imagining they get kidnapped and get so frustrated that they Metal bend the vehicle or chains. Or maybe they're in a place without metal or Earth in general? And getting so scared about not having anything to use to escape, that they Bone bend in a way like a Horror Toad. Breaks bone through skin and uses it as a shiv, only to retract it back through their skin like cat claws.

Blind! Reader friends actually know you being bratty is just a coping mechanism so they honestly don’t mind plus you say the most outrageous shit that they depict as you being dramatic. “Okay and?” Is what they always hear from you. Tim is in a similar case cause he is the closest sibling but your more of yearning type of way of annoying. “I forgot how to do it teach me again.” “Can’t you just help me in this??” “pleaseee just come with me for once” is all he hears from you.

Jason actually didn’t believe you were reading little women. So he would ask you questions which you swiftly replied he was shocked. No way you enjoy this type of stuff it’s probably an assignment for you but when does elementary students read this? Isn’t this a high school curriculum? He took a long look at you when did you change your hair? Your eyes are different they aren’t clear as before. Did you get a piercing??? Maybe you did grow up he snickered. With a mocking voice he said “Aww baby (Name) is all so smart I can finally talk to you.” You paused turn your head to him and threw a book at him it missed a centimeter of his face before you started screaming and sobbing like a baby. Maybe you didn’t grow that much a he thought.

Damian has been trying to get a jump on you for weeks after seeing you bodied that criminal. He tried doing the younger brother strategy to make you feel your older sister obligations, news flash you don’t got any. He quickly realize you’re so used to being so pampered , hidden , and babied by father you never had a single thought of taking care of someone else aside from yourself. It’s not like anyone would ever trust you to do something on your own you can’t even take care of a fish for it to live for a week but regardless he wants to play. It’s only right for you to fight with him since your siblings plus he can help you to be so much better. C’mon we’re brother and sister don’t all they wanna do is play?

Cassandra was shocked that she couldn’t startle you she concluded that your senses must be sharper than a knife. She would try to follow you around like a shadow but you always swat her away like a fly , complaining and whinning how creepy it is for her to be always there but how do you know? Who taught you? It kinda makes her her jealous of the idea someone else helped you. Since the both of you are disabled(even though she is mute and your blind which is sad you two can’t properly communicate).

When Damian made Blind! Reader intrigue by go (Aigo for the blind) he was impressed how fast you can surround him even though you just understand do the game a few minutes ago but even so he is a pro. Damian can see why his classmates finally say you two look alike cause when your focus and quite he can see himself. The was you tsk at him getting more liberties (space) or how you don’t smirk but your eyes does when you surround him and capture his stone. He can see the older sister he could have had. If only you weren’t blind.

I actually think Blind! Reader’s metal bending will be discovered by something so petty since in a previous ask I differentiate Blind!Reader’s as severely more petty , bratty , and less forgiving compared to Toph (Basically her if she was never discovered by team avatar). Like playing Go with Damian and her losing would actually cause the metal chair your sitting to bend which you fall and scream at Damian for pulling such a prank which he didn’t do. I want reader to be sorta unaware of her powers because of the pusher mentality of her being weak and babied all her life. Her strong? She can’t even fathom her being strong. She is always the Damsel not the knight in shining armor.

Bruce: “ I’ve unintentionally been a bad influence on my kid on the rare occasions that i remembered they exist.

you know what I’ll do to fix it?

I’ll neg them and chip at their self esteem so they can fit the mould I want them to be in so I don’t have to feel bad anymore !

that definitely won’t do any damage!” 🤦

I wanted to show a side of Bruce being so unaware of normalcy. All his the kids he took in (aside from you) is so abnormal. Not a single one of them is just normal they are distinct , different, and unique.

In some way Gyaru! Reader wanted to be apart of that but she was too afraid plain compared to them. She wanted to be seen , remember but it wasn’t enough. Even if she becomes unicorn shit she will still be too plain.

She becomes more attached to social media(huge people pleaser) and wants to be more than just seen as “influencer” she needs more.

If she can’t have a family than she’ll have fans.

R-READER! PLEASE BE MY VALENTINE I PROMISE ILL RESPECT AND LISTEN TO YOU AS IF YOU’RE A MELODY IN MY LIFE

*Also hands pink flowers*

A-and please make sure to hide this from your fam, I don’t wanna die yet 😅

- 💌 Anon

You are not gonna like the next chapter HHAHAHA😇🎶🙈

That’s such an intriguing idea! A blind MC with heightened senses, like Daredevil, would make for some intense moments—both physically and emotionally. The sensory overload would be constant, so their interactions with the world would be completely different from others. The notion of them choosing to turn their back on someone like Bruce, especially knowing that they can still sense him, is a power move in itself. It would speak volumes about their autonomy and their control over their environment, even if they’re physically vulnerable.

If they were having a conversation with Bruce, them turning their back might show they’re fed up with being treated like they need help or special care because of their blindness. They might not care that Bruce is trying to go in front of them; they’re not going to let anyone think they can dictate where they face or how they interact.

The dynamics of it would add layers to Bruce's usual stoic, controlling nature. He’d likely be surprised by their defiance, and it might make him respect them more, but also challenge him to understand their deeper motivations. If you want to dig into it even more, maybe there’s some emotional context—perhaps the MC has dealt with someone in the past who made them feel "less than" because of their blindness, and that’s what fuels the bitterness.

(I realize I need to make a master list)

Also think it will be cool if the Reader is in blind school and the Batfam found how the Reader acts more muter and relaxed around people who treat them like a person. It'd make them realize some things.

Also imagine if Reader and their friends made their version of Mores code, where they speak it in clicks and write it in brile.

Funny enough I imagine it was Jason who actually saw you ride your bike as he was also ridding his bike he had give you a Second look.

Like what the fuck. He snitched to Bruce and he wouldn’t have believed him if he didn’t check Gothams traffic light camera. He became even more overbearing now always personally driving you to school.

He started notice how your personality shifts every time your friends are near by. “CAN YOU NOT I WANT TO GO GET ICE CREAM IS THAT DO WRONG-“ a girl calls for you. “(NAME)! Something wrong?” Your face changed to a cute smile.”Omg hi girl just talking with my Dada” you say sweetly as Bruce cannot comprehend that you called him Dada you haven’t called him that since you were 4.

This cause him to always drag your friends everywhere just to see you behave. Since all of them are mostly blind it’s adorable to him how all of you interact and worst part. Your friends ADORE HIM. Like they see him (hahaha) as a kicked cat trailing behind you , even if he is a bit much.

Bruce see’a your friends as puppies that he hold everyone leashes to make sure no one is lost. If he could he would adopt all your friends.

Waking up at 5 a.m. for work—wait. You quit your job.

Huh. It’s weird—you’re free today.

Yawning loudly, you stretch in your My Melody pajamas as you walk down the halls. That’s when you see Damian.

"Disheveled as usual, (Name)," he remarks, his usual glare fixated on you.

God. Your younger brother has always been a thorn in your side, constantly reminding you of how little you contribute to the family. To him, you’re the dead weight—the one who needs to step up and prove their worth. He probably came from some weird cult where family bonding means fighting each other. Dick once told you that eight-year-old Damian tried to prove he was the superior offspring by attempting to immobilize you with a butter knife while you, at twelve, just wanted to give him snacks.

"Yeah, I just woke up," you reply, running a hand through your hair in an attempt to fix it. Then, an idea pops into your head. "Are you free today, Damian? I don’t really have—"

He cuts you off before you can finish. "Why would I waste my time? Honestly, (Name), me, hanging out with you? What would we even do? You can’t even—"

You tune out the rest of his words, staring at him blankly. Right. You still have that habit of asking them to hang out.

"Okay, you made your point." Sighing, you turn away as Damian rolls his eyes and walks in the opposite direction.

So much for that.

A notification pops up on your phone. Glancing at the screen, you see that your class Instagram page mentioned you in a story. "Congrats to (Name) for winning 2nd place in the live painting competition!"

Smiling, you repost it and thank them. Another notification appears—this time, from Bea, your close classmate.

Boba_Lover: Finally, you’re active, bitch! I know you’re gonna say no as usual, but can you skip work and come to Johnson St.? They’re selling figurines and Pop Marts for you to waste your money on. PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE

Seen

A rush of excitement fills your stomach. Oh my God. Thank you, thank you so much, Bea!

She’s always been persistent, never giving up on inviting you even when you constantly declined. Thank God for her determination.

You smile so hard that you literally jump in the middle of the hallway.

(Name): Okay. Seen

Immediately, your phone is flooded with excited messages—misspelled words, caps lock smashes, and even mentions in the class group chat.

LET'SGOCUTIES: "OMG FIRST TIME FULL ATTENDANCE JUST FOR A HANGOUT." "Academics? No. Overpriced coffee and Ren Fair? YESSS."

You giggle, but then a terrifying realization hits you.

I HAVE NOTHING TO WEAR.

Back in your room, you stare at your closet.

Oh my God. It’s all My Melody-themed.

Pajamas, home clothes, jackets, hats, skirts, pants, shirts—EVERYTHING.

They are so going to think you’re a huge weirdo. No one in your class has ever seen you in anything but the Gotham Prep uniform. This is a disaster.

But you have no choice.

You settle on a white, long, flowy skirt with a tiny, discreet My Melody logo near the hem, a blouse with ribbons inspired by My Melody’s bow, and a checkered My Melody cardigan. Your My Melody bag holds your matching wallet, tissues, hand sanitizer, medicine container, and powder compact.

Staring at yourself in the mirror, you take in your blushed cheeks, soft manga lashes, and glossy lips. Immediately, you start nitpicking—your foundation has too much texture, your concealer didn’t completely hide your eye bags, your glitter is too faint, and your gloss feels too sticky.

Maybe this is a mistake.

Your phone vibrates. Bea.

"(Nickname), I’m waiting at your bus stop! Let’s go together! Maya brought her digicam, Ella brought her camera, so we’re taking so many pics today! AAAHHH I CAN’T WAIT TO SEE YOU! ARE YOU NEAR?"

Her high-pitched excitement instantly calms your nerves.

"I’m heading out. I’ll be there soon."

As your Mary Janes click against the marble floor, you notice Dick, Tim, Jason, Cass, Steph, and Damian sitting on the couch—bickering, laughing, enjoying their time together.

"Everyone here?" Bruce asks.

"Yup, even Jason is here!" Dick grins.

A lump catches in your throat.

You want to stay. You want to be part of this moment.

But no one calls for you. No one asks if you’re staying.

You don’t cry—your lashes will fall off.

With a heavy heart, you leave the manor.

At the bus stop, Bea waves at you.

"(Name), you are such a cutie!" she gushes.

She’s wearing a black tube top, leopard-print flared pants, signature red-bottom heels, and a simple Prada handbag.

"I like your hair," you say, admiring her Ariana Grande-style ponytail.

Her eyes shine. "I love your makeup! It’s so doll-like! Douyin style suits you so well! Love, love the bag! Wait—I have an extra hair tie! Let’s match!"

Before you can protest, she pulls out hair ties, a comb, and hair gel, determined to style you herself.

Johnson St. is lively and chaotic.

Your class is already arguing about something.

When they notice you and Bea, they stop.

"Wow, matching hairstyles but completely different aesthetics!"

People start complimenting you.

A girl you’ve never spoken to before, dressed head to toe in Kuromi-themed attire, smirks at you.

"Wow, you love Kuromi," you comment, eyeing her outfit.

She raises an eyebrow. "You’re one to talk."

Her name is Alex.

You have so much fun.

The day feels too short for this much joy.

At dinner, your classmate Marcus drops a fry.

"Motherfuck—"

"WE ARE AT A FINE DINING RESTAURANT, WATCH YOUR MOUTH!" Bea snaps.

The entire restaurant goes silent.

Then Ethan joins in, "Marcus, why are you even eating fries before the meal—"

"OI, Marcus is just hungry. Does he not have the right to eat?" another classmate argues.

Suddenly, the class is divided into two.

And, unfortunately, you’re caught in the middle.

"(Name), was Marcus in the wrong?" Ethan asks.

You blink. Why me?!

Taking a deep breath, you reply, "Eating before the food is served is acceptable since fries are appetizers."

Marcus fist-pumps.

"However."

He slumps back down.

"It’s rude to curse in a fine dining restaurant. So while I agree with you, Ethan, Marcus can still eat what he wants."

Silence.

Then, applause. THE HELL?!

"Correct, (Name)!"

"That’s the longest you’ve ever talked in front of us!"

"WE NEED MORE PEOPLE LIKE YOU!"

Your face burns with embarrassment. "Sit down! This isn’t something to applaud!"

You get kicked out of the restaurant.

Laughing, Bea pats your shoulder. "Come out more often. This was fun."

Smiling, you nod. "I will."

Looking through your phone in Instagram you can’t help but laugh at all the stories in your classmates account; you never felt so accepted , pretty , funny , wanted , and overall happy. Yeah, you were happy everytime you get your paycheck , when you win awards , when Alfred makes you cookies , when Dick promises of hangouts , when you buy my melody merch , and get your nails done but this is different.

“I feel like a puzzle piece that fits, a star apart of a constellation, an outfit that just makes sense, a question that was answered, I feel fulfilled.”

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(Name)’s Class:  PSST  PSST PSST

(Name): I am not a cat.

(Name)’s Class: OMGSHETALKECOMEHERECUTIE