Tessa J. Elliot

wanted to animate the two goobers because yes

they are very dear to me even tho one of them is also a menace that needs a punch to the gut yesterday, not naming names but it starts with harlequin :)

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Yandere!Batfam x Neglected!Precure!reader

You walked along the sidewalk amidst laughter, stretching out the time as much as possible before the group disbanded. You accompanied your friends to the bus stop, listening to their plans for the weekend and promising to send them the class notes. When the bus left and you were left alone on the street, the warmth of the interaction faded quickly, replaced by the cold Gotham air.

They began the walk back to the manor alone. They were in no hurry. You knew that even if you took two hours, no one would be waiting at the door to ask where you had been.

As you walked, you mentally reviewed your week. Bruce hadn't attended the awards ceremony at school, even though you had reminded him three times; Dick had called you "champ" twice in a row because, evidently, he had forgotten your name was Reader; and Tim hadn't even left his office in three days.

You could have been angry, but you weren't.

You remembered your mother. You remembered how she always said that happiness isn't something that happens to you, but something you decide. She was your example that, in a city that tries to sink you, the best resistance is maintaining a genuine smile. That’s why, when Dick greeted you with a generic nickname, you gave him a bright smile and asked how he was doing. It wasn’t a fake mask; it was your decision not to let their lack of attention dictate your mood.

If they wanted to believe you were a simple, happy person who didn't notice anything, all the better for you.

Passing near an alley, you saw a couple of figures jumping between buildings. They were fast, professional. You recognized Jason’s fighting style in the way one of them took down an assailant a couple of streets away. He always said he kept you away because you were "weak," but the reality was that you knew exactly who they all were. You knew the bruises weren't from domestic accidents and that the late nights weren't for partying.

You had simply decided it was easier to let them ignore you. If they thought you were someone distracted, you wouldn't have to give explanations when you "accidentally" moved Bruce's investigation files—the ones that seemed to be taking too much of his time—or when Damian found his equipment sabotaged after being especially rude to you.

You continued your way, turning down a steep street that descended toward the city center. Just as you were halfway down the slope, a sharp scream made you react. A woman, startled by something strange, let go of a strange object that crashed directly into a baby stroller parked nearby.

The stroller began to roll downhill, quickly gaining speed due to the incline.

You didn't think twice. You tossed your backpack onto the sidewalk next to a stunned bystander. "Hold this," you said, already running.

You jumped into the street after the stroller. The wind whipped your face as you forced your legs to go faster. At a middle distance, you spotted something strange. It looked like a toy, a small stuffed animal-shaped creature, desperately floating in front of the stroller, pushing against the chassis with all its might to slow it down. The effort was futile, but the creature didn't give up.

You didn't lose your momentum from the surprise. The stroller was heading directly toward a girl crossing the street on a bicycle; the young woman had frozen upon seeing the danger approach.

A few meters from impact, you managed to reach the stroller. You lunged forward, grabbing the handle with both hands. To stop, you had to dig your heels into the asphalt. You felt the heat burning the soles of your feet and the smell of burnt rubber filled the air as you counterbalanced with your entire body. The stroller stopped centimeters away from the bicycle.

You took a breath, panting slightly. Looking down, the small winged "plushie" was gone. It had vanished into thin air the moment you secured control.

The mother arrived running, pale and trembling, and hugged her baby before showering you with thanks. Your backpack was handed back to you. "It was nothing," you said, forcing your best smile even though your feet were stinging. "Let's just call it my cardio training for the day. It's a good thing I’m not one of those heroes who wear capes, or I would have tripped."

The woman let out a small, nervous laugh—exactly what you wanted. You said your goodbyes and resumed your walk toward the manor. Your smile was still there, but your mind was already wandering. You had seen that creature. It wasn't an adrenaline rush. It was there, trying to help.

As you continued toward the entrance of Wayne Manor, turning over what had just happened in your head, you didn't notice that a small creature was floating a few meters behind you. The fairy followed you in silence, hidden among the shadows, watching your every step.

You entered the mansion with the usual echo of the foyer greeting you. You hadn't even finished crossing the threshold when Alfred appeared, as if he knew the exact second you set foot inside. His eyes dropped for a moment to your shoes, noticing the unusual wear on the soles, but he asked no questions in front of the others.

"Welcome home, Young Reader. Dinner will be ready in an hour," he said in a tone that only you could interpret as an "I'm glad you're okay."

"Thanks, Alfred. I'm starving," you replied with your usual smile.

At that moment, Duke rushed down the stairs, adjusting his watch and checking his phone with a frown. Seeing you, he stopped for just a second, just enough time not to collide with you.

"Hey..." Duke began, searching for the word in his mind. "Sorry, I'm swamped with something Bruce asked me for. We'll talk... later."

He gave you a quick look, one that said he truly intended to come back. You knew Duke was one of the few who made the effort; he would probably show up at your door before bed to try to reclaim those minutes of connection that the vigilante life stole from him.

"Don't worry about it, Duke! Good luck with that!" you shouted as he already disappeared down the hallway toward the Cave.

You walked up the stairs calmly, but as you turned the corner toward your room, you ran into the rigid figure of Damian. He stood with his arms crossed, partially blocking the way.

"You continue to waste your time outside these walls with insignificant people," Damian snapped without preamble, looking at you with a disdain that no longer affected you. "It is pathetic how you strive to fit into such a mediocre society. You are an embarrassment to the Wayne name, even if you technically do not carry it."

You held his gaze for a second, but not to challenge him—instead, you offered your kindest greeting.

"Hi, Damian! It's good to see you too. Have a nice afternoon."

You gave him a quick wave and walked past him without stopping, leaving him mid-sentence. You didn't bother looking back to see his expression of contained fury; you knew your positive indifference bothered him more than any insult you could hurl.

Entering your room, you closed the door and let out a long sigh. You tossed your backpack onto a chair and collapsed face down on the bed, finally feeling the fatigue in your legs. You closed your eyes, thinking about sleeping a bit before dinner, but the rest didn't even last five minutes.

A bluish flash filtered through your eyelids.

You frowned and sat up in bed. The glow wasn't coming from the window or any lamp. It was coming from your bookshelf. The shelves began to vibrate slightly, and a pulsing light started to emerge from behind the encyclopedias and the books you barely touched.

You got up and approached with curiosity. The light moved like a living thing, pointing to specific gaps between the spines of the books. Following the trail, you began to move the volumes, clearing them out of the way as the light grew more intense, almost blinding.

Removing the last book, you didn't find the wooden wall of the back of the furniture. Instead, the space expanded. The light sucked you forward, and from one second to the next, the ground beneath your feet disappeared.

You stumbled and fell, but not onto the carpet of your room. Your hands touched something soft, like fresh grass, and the air that filled your lungs no longer smelled of the manor’s floor wax, but of wildflowers and something sweet, almost electric. Looking up, the ceiling of your room had been replaced by a sky of impossible colors.

You had arrived at a place you did not know.

Hiiiii! Coconut reporting in! ♪(´▽｀)

I have to admit that while I was writing this, I wanted to write two different parts and had no idea how to link them. So, I figured I’d start with the "magical hero" transformation first—I actually drew inspiration from two different seasons for this intro, though I’m still not 100% sold on it—and then I'll dive into the neglect side of the story.

In which: Bruce Waynes daughter, Y/N Wayne is a full time party girl. Club hopper, party animal, hedonist. Whatever you want to call it. To full the void her father left, she turns to nightclubs, dingy bars and basement raves.

But when Bruce Wayne finds his daughter in an alleyway, half dead and delirious, he decides something has to change.

Bruce might not spend the most time with you, but your dynamic with him is much different than your siblings. 

After all, you’re his first girl, his sweet, civilian princess. And he goes to GREAT lengths to keep it that way.

When you were young, you learned fast not to ask to be Robin next. Bruce would get this stiff look on his face and send you to your room.

Even now, if he’s working on a case involving something too intense, he’ll keep you cooped up in the house. You revolt every time. 

As the only Wayne kid not preoccupied with the double-life, the task of keeping appearances has often fallen to you. After so many years of practice, beautifying and maintaining comes second nature to you. 

Your siblings know who to go to for fashion or makeup advice, and who will get them all dolled up in the most efficient amount of time. 

As Bruce’s first baby girl, you’re spoiled rotten. Your bedroom is large and stuffed full with everything you could ever want, more than you even know what to do with. Gifting and worrying is definitely Bruce’s love language. 

doodles below

Thank you sm <3

(batfamily x neglected!reader)

!- Sypnosis

the perfect student. the billionaire's daughter. the girl everyone thinks has everything. so why does she feel so empty? behind the grades and smiles is a life of being ignored, burned out, and quietly bullied by the people she calls friends. just when she's ready to jump, a strange notification appears. 'life not going your way? join STARGIRL.COM and your life is destined to change!' she clicks.

TAGS !! angst + negligence + bullying + mentions of death + bad parenting + dysfunctional family + gore (?) + ooc (?) + bad writing + mentions of suicide + etc (I actually don't know, tell me if I missed any)

00 (PROLOGUE) - WIP!