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DC MASTERLIST

Batfamily x neglected reader

pt2

Superbat headcanons

Clark Kent headcanons

former neglected batkid who

eldest bat reader who

IM SORRYYYY I've been so busy recently and in a writing slump I litreally have no ideas on what to write

BATBOYS X FEMALE READER

SMAU!

DICK GRAYSON:

JASON TODD:

BRUCE WAYNE:

CLARK KENT

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-Bruce will never admit he likes the size difference between him and Clark. His ego is too big for that.

-At the start of their relationship, Bruce's kid's would fake vomit whenever Clark would even get close to Bruce.

-The justice league know somethings fishy between the two but can't put their finger on it.

-maybe it was the fact under the table Bruce always had a hand on Clarks thigh.

-Clark Kent is the biggest munch ever doesn't matter if its ass or pussy. Bruce is getting it anytime.

-Bruce hates the fact that Clark will throw any button up on and just run a hand through his hair a few times.

-Bruce's hair routine and shower routine is excessively long and complected.

-Best believe that when he finds out Clark is using two in one shampoo, Bruce is shoving Clark into his personal shower and showing him an actual routine.

-When Bruce meets Clarks' parents, he wears his best suit to impress them only for the two to go to the Kent farm and Bruce to be immediately covered in mud.

-Clark takes so many photos of Bruce while he's sleeping. Not because he's a creep but because Clark could lose him anytime Bruce goes out as Batman and Clark can't lose anyone else and not have something to remember them by.

NOTES:

HIII, I'm so sorry I haven't written in a while. I've been super busy lately. I just decided to throw in something quick that I wrote.

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why r the emojis lowk huge wtf

Robin! Reader x neglectful batfam

This is pt2

Pt1:

It was 5 days later when dick noticed the manor was quiet. Not in its usual quietness, the halls always seemed to hold. Something was missing, and dick was determined to find the source. First, he went to Damian, then tim, then bruce, jason, Duke, and anyone he could find, but no one knew anything or had noticed anything wrong.

It was a week later, and jason had shown up for a family dinner, as he did once a month. His first question was, "Where's the kid?".

"Uhh.. who?" Tim questioned.

Dick paused. Of course, that's what was missing. You were missing how had he not noticed that. Did you run away? No, you wouldn't run away. You loved them too much. Dick had millions of thoughts run through his head. Yes, maybe the whole family bullied you, but you should be able to take it. You're not stupid.

Bruce Wayne had finally realised his youngest child was missing. God, you were only 15 and out in Gotham on your own. He knew you had training, but you weren't the best. For all Bruce knew, you were dead in an alley somewhere. Bruce immediately sent out a search party for you, sending almost the whole of GCPD out into Gotham.

Meanwhile, with you, the joker had unwillingly taken you in after torturing you hadn't worked. You face planted onto the worn, yellow sofa. "Why can't I leave J? im so bored here. You said I could go out today." You mumbled after asking for the fifth time.

"BECAUSE I SAID SO!" he shouted, but after seeing my face, he sighed and rubbed his head.

"Look, kid, you can't go out because I said so now. Just shut up and let me work." The joker had seen all the missing posters for you and wasn't risking letting you back to the bats so easily. Not after he had worked so hard to get a robin. But of course, it had to just be you. The least favourite one. The 'weakest' one of the bunch.

2 weeks later, the search for Y/N was still on. Dick blamed himself. Maybe the bullying was getting too much for you. Or the teasing or the blaming for failed missions, when it wasn't your fault. Jason didn't really know what to say, I mean, it was your fault you were so annoying. He couldn't control it.

But you were still his sibling, and he didn't want to see you fall into the wrong hands like he did. So he had people, criminals alike looking for you. Searching all over Gotham.

The joker knew he was screwed when the red hood himself started getting his people to look for you. All while you were sleeping in the room next door.

It had now been a month since you were announced missing. People had started to stop looking. Accepting that you were dead and wouldn't be found. So the joker started his plan he would start a fight with the bat and use you as a bargaining chip.

The night came fast, with the joker barging into your room telling you to put your suit on. He had made you a new suit. A purple suit with a white dress shirt and clown makeup. Your robin suit had been burnt after the first round of torture.

Once arriving at the city, the joker told you to stay until the fighting began. It had been easy to manipulate and twist your mind into hating the batfamily. You were overall easy to manipulate. It had only taken some torture, some fake videos of them.

An hour into the fight. You joined them. Not one of the batfamily noticed it was you under all that white makeup plastered on your skin. Dick was the first to notice as you and him got into a physical fight. The rain was pouring, smashing onto the floor. Smudging your makeup off.

"Y/N??" Dick mumbled, but you didn't stop attacking him.

"Are you proud of me dickie? Im finally strong. Im not weak like you told me." You shouted.

Dick saw Damian aiming a spear straight towards you. He immediately tried reaching for his comm to tell Damian it was you and to stand down. Dick didn't know his comm had broken when you tackled him earlier. "DUCK!" You didn't understand him and wouldn't listen to him. It was too late for you. You weren't meant to survive in this world.

The spear pierced through your chest at the speed of light. No time to move. No time to doge. With Damian, it was almost always a kill shot, especially when they were hurting his family.

The breath was ripped straight from your lungs violently. But I guess that was all you knew, violence, from the streets, from being robin, from your mother dying. You never wanted to be violent as a child. You swore to your mother that you would be a doctor, that one day you could save people.

You collapsed into dick who caught you and gently pulled you onto his lap. His hands were shaking and covered in your blood as he put pressure on the hole. You tilted your head up towards him. "I dont wanna die." You sounded like a child, but that was because you were. Your 16th birthday was in 2 days, and here you were dying in his arms. The first and last brother you would ever see again. He greeted you at the manor. Now, he'll greet you to death.

He cooed at you and rocked you back and forth, trying to keep his own tears at bay. "Hey, hey, keep those eyes open, little bird." You tried, oh god, did you try. But you were so tired. Tired of the way you were treated. Tired of being in pain. Tired of everything.

That was the last time Y/N Y/L/N would open their eyes. It was 4 days later they would hold a funeral in the Wayne Manor. Nobody knew your favourite colour, flowers or what you wanted your funeral to be like so it was small. A basic coffin dug next to Martha and Thomas's Graves.

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Robin!reader x neglectful batfam

Idea:

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They never wanted to steal, but their mother was ill, and living in crime allery wasn't easy. Being 5'0 at 10 came with its perks, you could sneak into places without being caught, since being caught usually meant being killed where you're from.

It was only 9 pm, and your mother was only getting worse. She was coughing up blood, shaking, and her breathing was ragged. You knew you needed to get help. "Mama, mama its ok. im gonna go get help." You tried pulling your hand from her grip, but she pulled you closer and whispered in your ear. "Baby, y/n you.. need to stay... here.. for me.." She could barely speak, stopping and starting every few seconds.

Sobs threatened to escape your closed mouth. Why wasn't she letting you go? Mama needed help. Why, why wouldn't she let go. Her eyes were closing, and you had seen enough people dying to know what it meant. "Mama? Mama? Wake up, don't close your eyes."

She still wasn't moving. You started to shake her screaming and crying "MAMA" over and over.

It had been a week since your mum died on that rusted bed. Stealing had come almost instantly. You couldn't survive without food. Sometimes, you had to run from dangerous men who had caught you. You didn't know how they never did they were bigger, stronger, faster. On a random Wednesday night, rain came strong, hitting your cold, shivering body. You had gone without food for 3 days now, a large black cape was draped over you. Too delirious, to care you curled into it. It was an hour before you awoke. A dark figure was sitting next to you, batman. A hand was stroking through your dark matted hair coated in dirt, dust, and thing not even you could explain. "Batman?" He nodded like this was normal. Batman reached up for his comm's, saying something that you couldn't make out. "Where are you're parents." His deep, gravelly voice grated your ears. "Dead." You whispered, not trusting your own voice to not shake. "How would you like to come with me until we can find someone to take care of you?" He looked at you like a stray kitten. "Really? You aren't going to hurt me, right?"

You had been taken to the manor. You were still wary, but so far, batman, who introduced himself as Bruce, was kind. You hid behind his legs when he led you into a room full of guys and 3 girls. This tall male with black hair crouched in front of you holding his hand out. "Hi, im dick." You looked at his hand, and then his eyes, then back to his hand. You only hid further into bruce. Dick frowned and took his hand back before standing "thats alright, buddy." Bruce spoke up, "They may not want to talk or interact at first dont rush them, ok?"

It had been a week, and you had not said a singular word to anyone but Bruce. And if Bruce was busy, you would sit outside his office until he wasn't. After around a month, you slowly tried talking to the others, but in all honesty, not one of them could really care. You were currently trying to talk to Damian about the drawing you made since you knew he liked art. "Do you ever stop talking." Damian didn't have to shout to make it known he didn't like you. "What?" You squeaked. "I said, do you ever shut up? You are frankly annoying me and the rest of the family."

After that, the rest of the family grew the confidence to outright slightly bully you. At age 13, you became the new robin. You were beaming with joy. This was your chance to prove you could be a part of this family that you weren't an outsider. It was now your 10th mission. On every failed mission, you were blamed. You didn't mind the blaming. At least they were acknowledging you.

At 15, you had forgotten the difference between love and hate.

Eldest bat reader who:

-Was the first robin. One of the most kindest souls around.

-Would spend their spare time walking the elderly and doing charity work.

-After a brutal mission, with the Scarecrow. They started having hallucinations.

-Got deemed crazy and put into arkham ayslum.

-It was all a part of Scarecrows plan he needed a new test subject, so why not the first robin.

-Rotted in the ayslum until after Damian became robin.

-Damian had asked questions after seeing one photo of a young child with the brightest smile tucked in between alfred and Bruce.

-After getting the rest of the bats curious, they confronted Bruce, who shut them down after they put the photo on his desk.

Former neglected batkid reader who:

-Tried their best to impress and capture the attention of the bats, leading to them doing more and more dangerous things

-was only 10 when bruce took them in.

-Grew up believing that what the bats would do is just what love is

-eventually gets kidnapper by the joker and instead of the bats rescuing them. They leave them with the joker

-Starts working with the joker after the joker showed them one ounce of attention.

Eventually, they get killed in the crossfire against Joker and batman. No one found their body until 12 hours later.