When Y/n Wayne plans to show the joker a taste of his own medicine but everybody knows the clown isnt as stupid as he looks.
Warnings: Mentions of shooting, Mentions of Jason's death, Blood, Pistols, language, angst, unfinished, short.
BATFAMILY X READER (featuring the Joker)
The engine of the batmobile rumbled as the tip of Y/n's shoes pressed onto the pedal. Her hand fisted at the wheel as she scowled though the windshield, narrowing her mask-covered eyes at the purple chrome lamborgini infront of her.
"Y/n, you there?" Dick's voice echoed through the comms making her blink out of the transe she was in, her fingers tapped on the wheel absentmindedly as her other hand reached up to press on the ear-piece.
"What'sup?" She hummed, revving the engine.
"Is that the batmobile?" His voice crackled back to life, she could hear the panick in his tone. "Where are you? You disappeared on patrol."
"East of Gotham." Y/N's tone dropped as the lamborgini inches forwards slightly, testing the waters mockingly. She could imagine the shit-esting grin that laced the clowns face and the maddening laugh that would have followed. "I'll be back before midnight. Hopefully."
Thats when she cut the comms and threw the ear piece aside, her fingers straightened the domino mask on her face, both hands now taking a hold of the wheel as she pressed her foot into the pedal and sped off. The vehicle opposite started reversing rapidly, drifting in a circle as it took at right turn.
In all honesty she knew that if Bruce had found out she took the batmobile to give the Joker a chase, she would be in so much trouble. But this wasnt just something that was occurring for fun, it was more than that. After everything he had done to her family- he had tormented her father for years, he tortured Jason at the ripe age of fifteen and left her without a brother, and now he was making it his mission to corrupt her. She wanted revenge, to get rid of him, to cause him ths pain he had caused her and everybody around her. But she knew Bruce would never agree with that, nor would any of her brothers for that matter, so she did the only thing she could think of and took it into her own hands.
She had him cornered less than five minutes ago, but she didnt act on it right away and she didnt understand why herself- maybe she wanted to the chase, a game of cat and mouse, something that could resemble his own sick way of a game but nothing could phase a man like the joker.
The batmobile skidded around a corner, and as quickly as it had, she had unbuckled her belt and hopped out of the vehicle. Her hands rested on the holster of her belt, shoes clicking agaisnt the gravel.
"Well well." The joker chimed, clapping his hands as he stepped towards her, uncautious. "If it aint the little baby birdy."
"Dont patronise me, clown." Her fingers flicked over the holster as she took the gun in her hands, pointing it directly at the joker.
"Can none of batsy's spawn take a joke?" His smile widened, hands folded behind his back as he rocked on his heels. "Why so serious Birdy? You dont appreciate the Makeover I gave Big Brother?"
Her teeth gritted at that, her hands clutched the pistol tightly, index finger slipping to the trigger as she shook slightly. Images of Jason flashed through her head; When she had gone and looked for him at twelve years old, when Bruce had come back with the news, when he came back from the dead after months of her finally convincing herself that he was gone and there's nothing she could do about it. It made her sick to the stomach. "You dont got a right to speak of him like that-"
"Oh but I do." That pulled at the strings of ger heart, the thumbs thrumming in her ears as she stepped closer, tilting her head. "I set him free."
"Shut up. Shut the fuck up." She yelled suddenly, shaking the gun in his direction.
"Whats stopping you from shooting, Birdy?" His tone dropped to something more dangerous. "A little code of honour? Why dont you shoot me? You know you want to, go on. Do it. Shoot me Birdy. Shoot me!"
A cry escaped her as she pressed down on the trigger, a loud bang ringing through the air. Everything happened so fast, her head spun as her eyes stayed five seconds behind her own movements, her vision blurred behind the domino mask as she looked up, watching as the Joker held onto his arm with a wide comical smile, he almost looked impressed. Blood seeped through the space of his fingers, a contrast on the pale skin of his hand.
"Shit." Y/n whispered to herself, her fingers loosening on the gun, flinching as it clattered to the floor.
"Wow. Didn't think ya had it in ya'." The clown hummed to himself in amusement, licking his lips at the sight of the distressed young woman. Her covered eyes trained on her hands before she looked up with a frown. "Since its our first rodeo. I'll let you off with a warning, yeah?"
He looked at one of his henchmen and motioned towards her with his head as he hushed something in one of their ears making them nod. The henchman reached into his pocket and pulled out a small black, oval object, pulling a piece of metal from the top before throwing it towards her.
Before she had time to react a mistake of smoke rose from her feet, as it made its way up her torso and bust, she gave one last glance to the joker who was waving slow and mockingly, cackling loudly when she started coughing. Her head clouded as the smoke encased her, she stumbled in an attempt to escape but it was futile, her knees buckled, body dropping to the floor and the world went blank.
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"Getting slow, Todd." You shot, grinning. Sweat clung to the back of your neck, skin getting clammy through the time you had been sparring. You ducked under another swing that Jason threw your way, bouncing back and forth between each foot. Jason grumbled something not quiet audible under his breath as he lunged forwards again- You blocked, once, twice but he quickly switched direction, catching you off guard, knocking you back.
By the smirk that raised on his face, it was as if he had expected you to lose footing but instead you twisted sharply, hooking a leg behind his ankle and sent him crashing onto the mat.
"Oh come on!" He groaned, huffing as he slammed a fist down beside his thigh.
You stepped back, hiding a laugh behind your hand as he glared up. "What? Is the sound of my victory too loud for you?"
"Getting Cocky, Y/L/N" Jason mimicked, pushing upright.
"But I still won, just saying." You shrugged with a wide grin.
"Yeah. Won one round."
"And yet, your the one who ended up on the ground."
His eyes narrowed, teeth gritting as he stood up and got into position. "Again."
When Y/n Wayne decides to rerturn home after three whole years away from her family.
Warnings: None (unless minor threats from Damien count.)
BATFAMILY x FEM!READER
Y/n Martha Wayne.
That was a name gotham hadn't spoken in a couple of years, nothing had changed in the city- if anything it was just as she remembered it. Still smelling like damp and smoke, sirens echoed from the core but it looked just as beautiful, if not more mesmerising in the night light.
The young woman stood at the front of Wayne Manor for a long moment, the taxi she had gotten out of what seemed like seconds ago was long gone. A dark duffel bag hung from her shoulder, hood soaked through from the rain that was falling: Three years away and the place still looked impossibly large. Familiar.
It was home.
The large oak doors glowed warmly beneath the porch light, she couldn't bring herself to enter. Absolutely not. There was rules that came with the Manor, well ones that she made up when she left to begin with.
Rule 01 avoid any emotional confrontations that could interfere with plans.
Rule 02 never use the front entrance if a perfectly climbable pipe existed.
She smirked faintly, moving in the direction of the eastern part of the building, pushing between the hedge, the one that she used to sneak out of whenever she wanted to get away without being noticed, the one that she slipped through when she left it all behind. Her head jerked as a leaf sloshed into her face, the droplets of water brushing over the surface of her cheek making her stutter.
"Bleh..." She spat, slapping the weak branch away from her as she stumbled into the garden, looking up to see her window.
The climb came natural, almost like muscle memory from the times she had raced Dick when they were younger, scratching the walls in which Bruce had pretended not to notice. Once Jason nearly slipped and broke his arm, instead he was lucky enough to just shock the nerves, it didn't take as long to heal. It was his own fault really, refusing to admit that Dick was faster.
When Tim came along he had mapped out the placements of each slot he could balance on, ending in him beating Y/n in a race, she declared he had cheated by using his 'nerd logics' to analyse what he needed to do before starting. Damien never took part in the fun, infact he threatened to stab them once for being 'childish and undignified'.
Once she made it to her window, she found it to be locked. Seriously. Bruce must have kept it locked so nobody could get in, she couldn't remember locking the window, or maybe it was Alfred, he was the only other person that seemed to enter her room mostly to check that she had washed her gear from patrols.
Y/n balanced on the edge of the ledge and pulled a pin from her hair, making her push the strand that fell beneath her hood. She placed the sharp edge inside the lock and jerked it forwards. Once, twice and with a twist, it clicked open with a soft pop as she tugged the handle up and pulled, moving to the side before sliding in the gap.
The room looked untouched, old books catching dust on the shelves, the faint smell of lavender still lingered. Her chest tightened unexpectedly, Bruce had kept it the same way, she half expected for him to put it to some other use, maybe even make it a guest bedroom.
Her bed remained neatly made, a cabinet in the far corner cluttered with old trophies and she noticed the cracked picture frame on her desk remained where she left it.
It was all surreal. She moved slowly, almost afraid that if she moved too quickly it would all disappear.
Then her eyes found the wall, littered with photos, only around six of them- she didn't remember placing anything there. A reluctant laugh passed her lips, she could only think of one person that weaponised sentimentality like this. Dick Grayson.
The first one was of Dick holding her upside-down, she was maybe eleven while she was reaching to grab at his arms that curled around her knees at his shoulder. If she remembers correctly, he was shaking her as she threatened him- Alfred had taken that photo and she hadn't even noticed.
Another was of her and Jason asleep on the couch after patrol, still half-dressed in gear, she was sprawled across him as Bruce blurred in the background, probably giving a lecture. There was one of Tim, head leaning against his palm as she went to snatch his cup of what was most likely coffee, away from him, a wide grin on her face.
And then there was the next, a tiny Damien stood beside her, arms crossed as if to look intimidating but if you looked close enough, you could notice how the boy was secretly leaning closer towards her side.
Bruce wasn't one for photos, especially smiling but somehow she managed to grasp a few, the most memorable one was at her school prom, she was in a dark red dress, hair down and flowing, sharp eyes that matched her father, both staring at the camera, with a smile.
The final one was of her and Alfred, she was in the batcave, sat at the batcomputer with her feet perched up besides the keyboard and it looked like Alfred was scolding her but he still had a hint of a smile on his face.
She reached out to brush her fingertips along the edge of the photos, eyes scanning each one with a softened look. The room suddenly felt small, it was too full of years that she had missed, making excuses to stay away when everything that she needed was there.
So she did what every emotionally constipated Wayne would do in a crisis. She escaped.
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The Manor was quieter than she remembered it being, moving through the halls with practised ease, avoiding loose floorboards out of habit more than necessity. Alfred had taught all of them where they were years ago, after Jason decided to step on the loudest ones imaginable.
Just as she reached the grandfather clock, a voice surfaced from behind her. "Your stealth has improved, Miss Wayne."
"Y'know..." She froze for a second, banging her fisted hand on the wood lightly as she turned with a small smile. "Normal people say hello before trying to give somebody a heart attack."
Alfred Pennyworth stepped out from the shadows in the foyer, hands folded neatly behind his back. He was older, obviously, slightly slower than he used to be but none the wiser, still possessing the ability to appear out of nowhere. His expression softened as he looked at her.
"Welcome Home."
That nearly broke her. Nearly. Instead she crossed the space between them in a quick stride and hugged him tightly. Her arms moved to rest on his shoulders, only being slightly shorter than him and he rested a hand on the space between her shoulder blades, squeezing slightly.
"You took entirely too long to return." He spoke, pulling away.
"I know." She breathed out a chuckle, sheepish and part guilty.
She had missed this indeed. She had missed alot and as much as she would regret running, it was good that she had returned. Right?
"You picked your bedroom window." Alfred stated, she nodded in return stepping back to straighten her jacket, puffing out a breath she hadn't notice she had been holding. He glanced towards the clock- "The others are due back from patrol shortly."
Her heartbeat stumbled. Right, them. She suddenly felt eighteen again, nervous and uncertain, a lump caught in her throat. "How have they been?"
"They've missed you terribly."
"Eh. Even Damien?"
"Especially Master Damien." Alfred paused, smiling. "In his own way."
She hummed, pursing her lips at the thought, jumping as the clock pinged from behind her. Alfred moved towards it, clicking it open and she followed along, the cave welcomed her back with the low hum of machinery, distant water dripping from either side. Home beneath Home.
"You may wait here." Alfred spoke from beside her. "Though perhaps refrain from using the keyboard as a footrest."
Y/n plopped down on the chair, propping her legs up beside the keyboard purposely, blinking up at Alfred with a smug look.
"Technically I'm not on the keyboard."
"Mhm." He rose a brow before turning to exit.
The cave cast a blue-grey light among the surveillance feeds that flickered over the large screens. Gotham traffic. Police scanners. Rooftops. The city that lit endlessly throughout the dark.
In minutes the roar of an engine echoed in the cave. The Batmobile. Voices were quick to follow after a few doors slammed shut.
"Just saying the plan would have worked if someone hadn't-"
"Your plan involved explosives."
"And?"
"Can we not do this now."
"I agree. Drake is clearly too fragile for intellectual discussion."
"You threw a batarang at my head!"
"Because you were incorrect."
"Boys please-"
The elevator descended, her pulse hammered. She could hear the thumbs in her ears, the pressure in her skull and then the doors opened. Nightwing was the first to step out, brushing a hand back through his hair that fell into his line of sight with a sigh.
He looked up and froze.
Silence slammed through the cave, suddenly the humming had stopped and the dripping had dispersed.
Tim stopped walking, stopping beside Dick. Jason blinked as if his brain shortcircuited. Damien went completely still, tensed and Bruce removed his cowl slowly.
Nobody uttered a word. Until-
"Wow" Y/n chuckled nervously, swivelling to face them fully on the chair. "You guys look terrible."
Dick was the first to move, crossing the cave in seconds and nearly tackled her onto the floor, the chair tilted unnaturally as he brought her into a crushing hug. "You are such a brat. Do you know how worried you had me? Us?"
"Hi to you too." She grumbled, breathlessly. Tapping his back with an arched arm from the angle she was stuck in. She noticed Jason approaching from the corner of her vision, his hand coming up to flick her forehead, lingering. "Ouch!"
"That's for disappearing." He swallowed, eyes searching hers for a second as she tried to push Dick away from her, only getting him to pull away with a pinch to the hip.
"I'm sorry, okay." She whispered, scratching her head as her hood fell back.
"So you're alive." Tim was the next voice she heard, he looked both exhausted and emotional in equal measure.
"Last I checked." Y/n replied hoarsly, staring through her lashes as she tried to avoid eye-contact at this point.
"Okay good." Tim breathed in relief. "Because I already hacked several government databases trying to find you and I'd hate for the effort to be wasted."
"That is both sweet and concerning." Her brows furrowed at the thought of what he said. "Y'know I-"
"You took too long." Damien had stepped away from Bruce, now being in her line of vision, arms crossed with a scowl. His words were simple, but from Damien they carried weight from the exterior he tried to permit, he was rigid, almost defensive.
"Missed you too Dami." She smiled softly, watching him sneer at the nickname, but she didn't miss the way his shoulders slumped slightly.
He was hesitating, fingers tensing and untensing at his sides before he pushed forwards and wrapped his arms around her shoulders in a very uncommon and surprising form of affection for Damien- A hug.
"Oh my god, Demon has emoti-"
"Speak any longer and it will be your end, Todd." Damien glared up at the older male, squeezing his arms around his sister just that bit more before pulling away and stepping aside.
And now she looked at Batman. Bruce Wayne. Her father. He hadnt made any movement, his voice remained unheard, though his eyes searched her, analysing as if to look for any injuries that only he would see, as if he couldn't believe that she was actually standing there.
"Hey dad." The words felt foreign on her tongue, something she hadnt spoken in a while. He didn't speak, instead he crossed the distance between them, making her stand up, stumbling as he pulled her into a tight hug.
He didn't utter a word at all. Bruce rarely used words when they mattered most but his hand at the back of her head said enough. She was alive. Safe. He had found her. He held her like he was afraid to let go, if he loosened his grip, he might wake up from a dream he wanted to last just a little longer.
