tags : english is not my first language, reader is not referred to as y/n, reader is implied male, PLATONIC BATFAM!!, reader is a bad person, mother of reader is not a good person, dead dove do not eat, implied underage drinking and use of drugs, reader is compulsive, Jason is possessive over reader in a brotherly way, Damian is caring in his own way, Bruce is unaware of reader being his kid, Alfred is a butler for reader, and more.
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The music blasted in your ears as soon as you took a foot inside, you had texted your friends (blonde twink 1 and 2) only to get hit with a message that irritated you.
lol srry bro we cldnt go
You scowled and shoved your phone into your pocket. Walking to where the drinks were and mixing whatever sounded good. You took out a baggie from last week and assorted the white powder into lines, using some card from god knows where.
A snuff turned into a snort, and a snort turned into a stolen blunt in your hands. Youâve been used to drugs, alcohol, and sex. You didnât really engage in sex, it always felt too intimate. Youâre a Wayne. Wayne have no feelings.
The music blared into your ears as you laughed at whatever the conversation was. Everything was so funny, maybe from the coke or alc. You didnât care, or know.
EVERY LEAP OF FAITH I FALL
FADE AWAY TILL THE CURTAIN CALL
I FOUND GOD IN THE BATHROOM STALL
FORGIVE MY SINS PRAY TO SAINT LAURENT
You took some shots, flirted with some girls, whispered things to the pills, and probably took too much of everything. Some girls ushered you to take some special drinks. You smirked at them and took two shots before you got hazy. âThanks dear..â You mumbled to one of them as you peppered her face with kisses of no feeling.
Some guys offered a blunt, you took it and ended the thing like it was a normal cigarette. âYouâre a good dude.â You said in reply as you smoked and enjoyed the blunt like it was your lastâ which to be fair who knows, it could always be your last.
Of course, thatâs not what only happened. You had definitely gave some promises, exchanged numbers with a few girls or guys, whispered flirts to peopleâ but you honestly didnât know in the dream-like state you were in.
It took you a while to realize that you were alive and at a party. The room was spinning. You had looked at someone random near you to calm yourself down, but everyone was just black figures. You blinked once or twice and got up to the bathroom. Or at least tried to, you were getting even more dizzy than before and it was due to the fact that you always got up too fast.
Your legs were cursing at you, as by now you had ran into whatever bathroom you could find without bothering to see if anyone was there or not. Your legs gave up just as soon as you got on your knees and hunched onto the toilet. You shoved two fingers into your throat as you gagged.
The alcohol and whatever food you ate got out fairly easy and quickâ the blood that came after didnât surprise you anymore. You had to vomit to focus, and nothing would help. Did this count as an eating disorder? Maybeâ but you didnât have the guts to accept it.
Your vision cleared as you tried your hardest to recall what you had taken. Some shots, a blunt, few fries from someone, some coke, maybe a few pills, and shots from some pretty girls. The shots were probably spikedâ not that you minded. It just wasnât nice to remember that life was⌠life, and that you canât trust anyone.
Spiked drinks meant awareness that life is actually something important, and isnât just something you can log out of whenever you get bored. You despised the thing we called living, so you drown yourself with every possible drug and addiction.
You need to be seen by everyone. Everyone must love you. (You should have their attentionâ why did they all ignore you, WHY ARE THEY IGNORING THEIR BROTHERâ)
You grunted as you got out of the bathroom, not bothering to flush the toilet, and got back to the party. You had danced and talked with some drunkards or the high ones, having as much fun as a normal person would.
It was quite hard to enjoy the party considering it was kind of shitty. The decorations were all over the place, there wasnât any drinking games made by the host, the living room tiny, and much more.
You checked the time on your phoneâ it was 4AM by now. You wondered if Jacob would come here an hour early.
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He definitely wouldâ compared to other ubers, Jacob was more of a good olâ buddy. Your fingers swiped on his contact before you thought twice and wrote a quick message to pick you up.
you: hey cn u pxk me up??
Jason had just got off another night as Redhood as he sat on top of a roof. He probably should be continuing until morning, but Jason had promised you that he would come in an hour later. How did Jason even manage to get in contact with you after his death? It was a long answer, a very unfortunate one too.
After six years, you had called his old number back when he was alive, crying while obviously drunk. Begging him to come pick you up, like you were begging Jason to be alive again. Jason answered the call out of pity and remembranceâ even with the pit madness he couldnât control his love for his brother. Blood or not, Jason knew you were his brother.
Not Dick, not Damian, not Tim, not Dukeâ but Jason. Jason was your brother, even if you thought so or not. Jason always had a soft spot for that little boy who copied whatever he did. When you had first entered the manor, Jason was your idol and he knew that.
Jason was everything you wanted to be. He was rebellious, happy, smart, witty, and cool. Meanwhile, you were just a kid looking at Jason with those heart eyes idolizing his big brother. Jasonâs second thought before he died was how you would feel, your brother dying from whatever excuse Bruce gave.
When Jason had gotten back from the pit, his thoughts were consumed with revenge. Vengeance. But the occasional passing thoughts of you had haunted him, he was glad of that dayâ where he had let you rest on the apartment bed instead of stupid Wayne Manor.
Sure, you never even found out his actual name and thought it was Jacob till now. It was for the better.
Jasonâs phone pinged as he took off his helmet to open his phone with face identificationâ his smirk was visible when he had seen your text.
No.1 brother : hey cn u pxk me up??
you : yea sure
you : r u ok??
No.1 brother : no pls js get me.
you : ill be there in 10 mins.
Jason took his helmet and quickly zipped his jacket, shoving the phone into his pockets. He got off the rooftop immediately, right to his car. Jason closed the door quite harshly as he stepped on the pedal like there was no tomorrowâ who knows what you could want or need?
In Jasonâs eyes, you were still the young kidâ in other words, you were the younger version of Jason himself. He saw you like a rebellious smart one.
Jasonâs heart poundedâ from fear of what happened, or is it from anger on whoever made you want to leave? Jason himself didnât know, all he wanted to do right now was to teleportâ but he could just drive.
Jason honked and cursed at everyone until he finally reached the place and saw you outsideâ your usual happy and laid-back expression was twisted into an ugly annoyed one. Jason noticed some spit slobbering down your mouth as he turned the window down.
âGet in before anyone sees you like thisâ you look like a sad puppy.â Jason teased, trying his hardest to make you feel better but the words just came out like some tough hyper-masculinity bullshit. Jason reprimanded himself in his mind trying not to show his annoyance at himself.
You muttered a quiet âMhm, alright.â as you entered in. Trying to ignore Jacobâs annoyed expression. You hoped Jacob wasnât annoyed that you called him an hour earlier. Underneath your rebellious uncaring nature, you wanted Jacob to like you.
You wanted Jacob to always have attention on you, to never have any other customer. It was a horrible thought, but you didnât care about anything. Horrible thoughts come to everyone.
Jacob quietly drove you to the next street, the route obviously to his apartment. You sighed and started to talk about what happened. Jacob cut in, his words slicing you into awareness.
âYour drink got spiked?â He questioned with a deep sigh as he massaged his temples.
âYeah. Not that I careâ you know Iââ You tried to add in some more words to still seem that same old playful Wayne who was always partying.
âAnd you didnât bother calling me?â Jacob asked with a sort of pained expression. Why was he sad? Wasnât Jacob supposed to be the emotionless wittyâ why did he act like you wouldâve actually gotten hurt?
Oh, right. You forgot once again that a spiked drink actually meant that something bad was slipped in. It had been so common towards you that youâve forgotten what was normal and what was considered as bad.
âRight, sorry. I forgot.â You answered quietly.
âContinue,â Jacob said your name in a sort of despaired voice. You continued to speak about what had happened in the party that caused you to be annoyed.
âThe drinks were shitty, the blunt was poor, even the drugs were bad! You know how horrible it was if theââ You once again got cut off by Jacob, it was starting to become a little annoying.
âItâs okay,â Jacob said your name, âYouâre here, no drugs in your system, nadda. Youâre alive. You arenât at that stupid party anymore.â Jacob comforted you quietly, sending a soft glance towards you as he hoped that these words had an impact on you.
You looked up at JasâJacob with a sad smile. He just reminded you so much of that wise old boy who helped you. âThank you. Iâll be sleeping at yours, please?â You asked with a pleading look in your eyes gleaming.
âApartment not doing any good for you?â Jacob asked nonchalantly even as he subtly changed directions to his own apartmentâ Jacob was always the guy who would move anything in a heartbeat if you said please.
âRoommate. Letâs not get into it. Thanks, Jay.â You said softly. It hurt to call Jacob the same nickname that you used for Jason, but Jason had died and now you finally had someone to replace the pit of his influence. You know that replacing Jason with Jacob would lead into not so great things but deep in your heart you knew it was time to let go.
Jasonâs heart skipped a beat when you had called him âJayâ like old times, he almost had to stop himself from smiling on instinct and saying his nickname for you. Jason held his tongue and continued to drive, but a smirk escaped.
Jason was always thinking about what to say so it wouldnât be distant towards you but also to seem not too interested towards you, it seems he had finally found the balance as he managed to make you call him Jay.
Now technically speaking Jason should be upset and angered that you had called his Jacob persona the same nickname you had called him when he was alive the first time, but Jason couldnât bring it in himself to be annoyed.
Because all Jason cared about was that you called him Jay after his supposed death. That you called Jacob the uber driver which was still Jason, Jay.
Jason forced his mind to stop thinking as he parked into the Apartment complex building.
âDo you want me to help you out?â Jason had asked like the supposed âuberâ he was.
âNo, I can do it.â You had replied with a tired tone but still a smile on your face as you got out of the car.
Jason got out himself and walked into the apartment and up the stairs with you, deliberately slowing down his pace so you could go up the stairs alongside him.
The quiet was familiar with you, as Jason knew it had nothing to do with being awkward or uncomfortable. You only became quiet when you didnât care or you were comfortable enough to live in the silence. Jason knew which one was which.
You leaned against the wall as soon as you two had gotten to his floor. Jason got out his keys and fumbled with them as he unlocked the door. Immediately, you had made a beeline towards the couch and fell into a deep sleep.
Meanwhile Jason was staring at you with some look that meant he recognized your preferences and choices. Jason had missed you, brother.
Jason held back his happiness when you had asked to sleep at his instead of that shabby old place you called an apartment. While Jason had no roommates since this apartment building was owned by Bruce, he wondered why you lived at a small one.
Jason then remembered that Bruce never paid attention to you, and itâs not like Jason outright hated that Bruce never did or that he enjoyed Bruce not giving you any. He just thought that maybe it wouldâve been a lot easier if Bruce remembered you once a while.
For now, Jason would have to go back to patrolling and hope you donât wake up looking for him. Jason exited the apartment and went down the stairs once again to walk over to his car.
Jason quietly opened the trunk and out on his helmet and took out a grappling hook and got back to work. If some criminals noticed he kept glancing at the watch, they would be too busy being beat up by him.
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You have always been a bother to the Wayneâs. Of course, not like theyâll ever notice you other than your daily words of how youâre a failure by Damian.
âYouâre a disgrace to this family, why would Father ever even decide to keep you? You laze around out of the manor, talking to disgusting low livesââ
You had tuned out the rest of his words as you scrolled on Instagram, looking at the ten group chats you were added toâ mainly from clubbing and random parties.
Letâs go back to the start so you understand what Damian is really talking about.
Rewind, 20XX, your birthday.
You were twelve at that time. Peacefully enjoying the seasonsâ we ignore pain it is to even be alive.
You sat on the chair with a single candle on the table, your mother has long went to sleep. Oddly enough she hasnât even been awoke by your loud nature.
She hasnât woken up since yesterday, and you doubted that she was even alive. Yet, you still let her rot. What would even happen if you complained to the police? A boy in the slums such as you couldnât even see a time of day in anywhere.
You looked at the clock patiently as it turned 12. Slowly you blew out the candles, now you were thirteen. The golden age for reporting crimes and not being as pitied as before.
Quietly you threw the candle into the bin as you slipped on some shoes and got out of the house.
âWhere you going?â the landlordâ whatâs-his-nameâ asked you.
âThe police station, sir.â You politely said as you tried to excuse yourself.
âPardon? What for, boy?â The landlord looked confused as he saw your small appearance.
Your landlord had been an old man, grey hair overflowing the brown, wrinkles forming as he looked down on youâ literally. He always told you to refer to him as Sirâ but you often broke that rule whenever you wanted.
âMommyâs dead, sir. I need to report it to the police.â You replied with as much innocence a teenager could muster.
âOh, dear. Let me go with you, champ.â He said, grabbing his cap despite it already being past night, walking with you outside.
You and the landlord were making your way to the corrupt police station nearby, you tried your best to avoid criminalsâ which was fairly easy with such an intimidating old man next to you.
The landlord, you had always seen him as a grandpa in a way and you were sure he also saw you as his grandchild. He often mixed your name up with his grandson sometimes.
You stepped carefully away from the suspicious white baggies and blood splattersâ you would rather not be pitied by the officers, which was hard considering the landlord had always saw you as a frail kid despite him normally being harsh on others.
As you entered into the station with Grandpa, he ushered you to go sit in those seats that were a bit too tall and large for you. Grandpa went up to the front desk to meet a grouchy young woman who clearly lost something to have been bestowed the night shift in Gotham.
Grandpa had whispered something to the lady. The lady stopped whatever she was doing as she listened intently to whatever Grandpa was saying.
You werenât able to hear them, being so far away after all. All you could remember after that was some officers talking to you.
They had moved you to a room that looked oddly like an interrogation room to gain something called your DNA.
You didnât know it back then, how your life was going to change either for the better or for the worse. All you knew was that your mommy was dead, Grandpa was gonna help you find your father, that you needed to stay his champ, and that his house was always open if they couldnât find your father.
The officer who was talking to youâ Jim? Gordon?â walked into the interrogation room with a soft smile that reminded you of Grandpa.
âYour father is Bruce Wayne. Have you heard of him? No worries, Bruce is a privileged man here to help you. Bruce is your dad, okay?â Gordon had said.
You wondered what privileged meant, but you didnât say anything and kept quiet. You opened your mouth to talk but it seems that you were cut off by a knock on the door.
The door had opened slowly to reveal a posh looking man whom you have already thought of as bad.
There was nothing wrong with him, you just hated people in suits.
People in suits meant people like Mr. Penguin. It meant that they were rich, they didnât know about how bad the kids at Crime Alley were living like.
The manâ Alfred Pennyworthâ had introduced himself and said that he would be your butler.
You narrowed your eyes, looking at this untrustworthy man.
âNice to meet you, Mr.Pennyworth.â
Despite the fact you didnât trust him, your mother had always encouraged you to be polite and respectful.
âRespect gives people a reason to trust you, and trust brings out the worst in everyone.â Mother had said.
"Hello, young master," Mr.Pennyworth had said as he guided you outside towards a very fancy large car.
An all black limousineâ a Lincoln stretch limo, you noted in case of accidentsâ was parked next to the sidewalk.
You entered in quietly, feeling like you were being judged from the luxurious interior. The cushions were too rich quality for you to relax, you had been used to the feeling of a ripped cushion on your skin.
The butler was weird, he tried making small talk and when you answered politely he had taken note on how vague your answers were.
You two had entered the inside of the garage, you left the car hesitantly and looked around at the large garage full of sports cars.
âThis all⌠does it happen to be my dadâs?â You asked, putting air quotes on Dad.
âYes, Young master,â Alfred said your name. âI believe that a small few is Master Dick.â
âDick?â You asked with a held back laugh, you knew this new life was bound to meeting people with weird namesâ because all rich men name their children oddly â but you hadnât expected Dick.
âYes, Young master,â Alfred said your name. âRichard Grayson, your adopted brother. You also have Young Master Jason Todd. I believe you donât know Bruce from the media?â Alfred asked not unkindly, but not kind either. Like you must be shielded away from the world.
âYes, Mr. Pennyworth. Uhh, could you show me to my room?â You had asked, overwhelmed by the way everything was being introduced to you at such a short span of time.
âOf course, Master,â Alfred said your name. âIâll lead you.â
Alfred had led you out of the garage and into the house. To you, this entire place felt like a maze. Unopened doors everywhere.
You two went up the stairs as Alfred explained every room and its purpose.
âThere is the guest wing, next to it would be the family wing. Master,â Alfred said your name, âI am afraid that we did not have enough time to prepare a room. So, for now, please take this.â
Alfred led you deeper into the guest wing, to the room farthest away from the family but seemingly closest to Alfred. You had realized that after ten years, but younger you hadnât.
At this time you had believed it was because Alfred wanted you to bond with him.
You did not want to bond with Mr.Pennyworth.
âThank you, Mr.Pennyworth. Iâm tired so Iâll be sleeping in here.â You had said, trying to subtly get away as soon as possible.
Mr.Pennyworth was perceptive, he understood you and left you as soon as possible.
Even while you were thinking about what to change in the past, Damian was still continuing with his paragraphs of scoldingâ despite the fact you were older.
âAlright, I get it.â Your voice cut through the air. Damian sounded like an annoyed kitten meowing for attention.
Damian frowned as he looked at you, utterly displeased by how you cut him off.
Sure, you did like attention, but why does it have to be some posh rich kid who is your half-brother?
Your mind wandered to how much time Damian spends giving you little to no attention. You thrived off the attention he rarely gave youâthe ability to get underneath Damian âMr.cold heartâ Wayne was especially pleasing.
âTt. Fine. If you do not wish to know the horrible side effects of smoking, drinking under eighteen, and making friends with strangers. Donât call me when you die.â Damian scoffed.
You didnât get to give him a snappy comeback before he left into his room.
Finally, the living room all to yourself.
In such a daze of pleasure that you were alone, you completely lost all choice of logic and agreed to whatever party the multiple of group chats were going to.
You can either get a ride from blond twink (#2) or you can just call up your favorite uber.
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Your finger went to the contact of your uber almost instantlyâ no way would you trust anyone other than him to drive you.
you: heyy cn u pck me up @ 1AM
Jacob : 1AM? that gonna cost xtra.
Jacob : alr. I can do that.
you: thank u & if u want enter da prty w me
Jacob : who??
you: sum guy bday, oscar? oliver?? idk
Jacob : no thanks ill just drop you off k?
you: kk, ty jay jay :)
Jacob : when do I pick you up?
you: @ liek 5AM?? if im not there you have perms to call po-po.
Jacob: good enough. k bye
you: đđđ
You smiled at the chats between you and Jacob, he was best uber guy considering he sees the traffic rules as a suggestion. He didnât bother being afraid while driving you to another party at Crime Alley.
Jacob was some tough kind-of guy you knew from a random drunk outing.
You drank a lot, called some random number asking them to pick you up.
Random as in keyboard smash of numbers. Itâs a good thing that said person was Jacob and not some creep.
Jacob answered asking for the location, came for you, and you asked him to lead you to a random locationâ he instead led you to his house to freshen up.
Jacob had muscles, you could tell considering how much broader he looked in comparison to⌠someone.
You dismissed that thought, thereâs no way this chunk of muscle be the same as Jason.
Jason was dead, and Jacob had green eyes. Not blue, not Jason.
You slipped your phone into the pocket of your sweatpants and walked out of the living room, going up the stairs to the left guest wingâ away from everyone else in a dusty web side of the manor.
Your room reeked of smokeâ you didnât sleep in your bed. You left off to sleep in your apartmentâ with a roommate of course. No one has enough money for a decent apartment at Crime Alley.
Fingertips had grazed the dresser, dust sitting on your hands. You blew the air off and sighed.
You walked over to the bedsheets which were still crumpled and untouchedâ just like last month. And the month before.
You only sat in the manor when you got bored and wanted to haunt your family with your presence. It workedâ almost half an hour in, Damian had already scolded you for fifteen minutes.
You grabbed your phone from out of your pocket and started to go through your socials.
Sending an occasional streak on some apps, and hum a song as you type a few words to the people going to the party.
You slide your phone into the pocket of your hoodie, yawning before sliding the hood on and cranking the window up slowly.
You were on the second floor, meaning you can easily escape and get out.
Youâve always used that window for escaping, thank whoever who monitored the cameras that they didnât care enough to notice.
Slowly you used the bricks you quietly placed as ways to hike down, lodging your foot on top of a slightly out of place brick.
Finally, you jumped down and got out by a small space by the gateâ a small opening of opening of the fences that you found back in grade 8 and abused it thoroughlyâ closing and hiding the place before you even thought twice.
You checked the timeâ 12AM â and decided to go to your favorite part of Gotham.
Crime Alley.
Of course, Crime Alley was your favorite because you could see people who were exactly like you.
Young, dumb, and broke highschool kids.
You didnât whistle or hum while you walked out of the rich part of Gotham, your rugged appearance made people avoid you.
As you left the suffocatingly quiet part of Gotham and neared Crime Alley you smelled the horrible stench of Gothamâ
youâre finally home.
You walked over to the usual spot Jacob picks you, and he was already leaning on a wall on his phoneâ most likely ready to ask where you were â before his green eyes spotted you and calmed down.
âGet in, loser.â Jacob teased as his white hair strand glinted in from the streetlight.
âOh shove it.â You laughed as you opened the car door, entering into it softly as you looked over at Jacob buckling his seatbelt.
You had blasted âSomebody Told Meâ by The Killers as you and Jacob sang along.
Well somebody told me you had a boyfriend
Who looked like a girlfriend
That I had in February of last year
It's not confidential, I've got potential
Jacob had finally reached the spot of the party as you sighed at the ending of the song.
âBye, Jay-jay. Donât forget to pick me up before the sun rises!â You winked with a smile before getting out of the car.
Your feet had walked on instinct and opened the door which was somehow already open.
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iâd like to announce that I am currently writing the first chapter of neglected rebellious reader! itâs 1.4k+ words!! Iâm so sorry Iâve been busy doing personal stuff lolol!! hope you guyr r excited!!
just saying from now on the reader is heavily implied to be a man/boy
mother of reader is considered to be very manipulative and this isnât some râpe case with bruce, itâs a one night stand !!
Reader is also not a good person, remember that reader is not considered to have any morals and only goes with whatever he thinks is right in the moment.
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I am SO sorry to burst anyoneâs bubble, but the fortune teller reader will fortunately be written by @not-weirdoshrek, not me. And even if I did write fortune teller reader it would be awfully and poorly made because I donât have enough time to do research on paganism and tarot cards. Iâm gonna put the poll up once again without fortune teller reader.
Which reader do I evolve into a story?
TSH reader
Quiet reader
Dorian Gray Reader
Rebellious reader
dark academia reader
Voting ended onApr 3
and some other prompts that I surely have forgotten to add. Just please do not request Fortune teller reader.
ok so this is a very general idea but.. rebellious reader! A reader who acts out for attentionâ
(the reader is heavily implied to be male)
Rebellious reader who smokes, does lines, skips family dinner, ignores the family back, more of the euphoria type of stuff.
They were in the slums of gotham before their mom died and eventually they found Bruce as his father.
Bruce left him to Alfred as he was too difficult to take care of.
Rebellious reader does not bother with being a good son or anything, in fact they run away multiple times but always gets caught because Tim put a tracker in his phone (In case he knows the batfamâs secret and wants to sell them out)
Rebellious reader does not care about their academics at all, they skip class, school, heck they even skip hangouts with their million of friend groups (that they got purely from clubbing, doing lines, and sneaking off to the poor side of gotham to have fun.)
Reader is underageâ just 17 and is in 12th grade by a lot of bribing from Alfred.
Alfred doesnât care about Reader mainly because he doesnât see him as a possible robin or as a son, but Alfred can only stare in disappointment as he puts food in the fridge for Reader (since they skipped it.. again)
One random day, Reader actually goes to the family dinners âby force since Alfred keeps making them feel guiltyâ and is dealing with a horrible hangover as they sit on the first seat that they find.
Unfortunately itâs the seat that makes Bruce in front of Reader.
And for the first time in years, Bruce acknowledges he has a child, one that grew up too fast for him to even notice.
itâs nights like this where the batfam x neglected reader ainât updating!! so in return I give you people.. Dark Academia Reader!
A reader whoâs just in love with the aesthetic of the manor, adores their dusty guest wing and mostly makes Alfred not clean it just for the aesthetics.
Reader whose entire room is filled with old family heirlooms that Bruce didnât bother giving since they were broken, classic novels, and CDâs/vhs tapes!
Like just a reader whoâs absolutely obsesses over the looks of old stuff and may or may not have stolen vintage watches from Bruce.
I imagine that when they notice reader itâs because sheâs in the attic filled with dust and spidersâ and for example Tim wants some old antique batman costume (that isnât in the bat cave since the costume can be passed off as merchandise) and spots reader.
Reader is feeding the spiders and sitting on the not so dusty chair thatâs supposed to be broken, and just glances at Tim hoping that he wonât notice them.
Tim is obviously DISGUSTED because he is a rich white boy, and despite how mysterious he thinks he is, he gives you the most annoyed look.
Then, of course, it spirals into profound paranoia since he doesnât know anything about reader.
In turn, Tim and Reader turn closer by a shared love of antiques (Tim doesnât actually love antique vintage stuff he just wants to get closer to reader).
It then starts a chain reaction, Jason next because he realizes that the family library books are slowly disappearing and the rest of the fam.
This is simple. Quiet!reader!! Just a reader (gender neutral) who has a really deep voice and manages to be quiet ALL THE TIME.
Going to the kitchen? They manage to spook Tim and Jason by the sudden sound of a fridge opening.
âWhen did you get here?â One of them asks, and all Reader says is..
âI was here since a long time.â
READER LOVESSS acting like they were there from before the person knows, when in fact most of the time they just came in.
Damian is also somehow included, he cannot hear your steps, cannot interpret whatever the hell you say, and just takes you as a threat.
Reader in fact doesnât have that deep of a voice sometimes they pitch it to be lower just so they can be creeped out.
No one really notices their neglect at first but after Damian manages to have a brain he gives like a huge apology to Reader.
And then Tim is forced to have a break from patrol due to an insane accident so he decides to focus on the mystery he couldnât (or didnât want to) solve..
readerâs quietness!!
(In reality, reader is naturally quiet since theyâre used to being alone and not wanting to be a nuisance.)
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oh god this has plagued my mind but an Richard Papen!reader. Like ugh I spent days just not sleeping to figure it out but Iâve GOT IT!!
(Iâm gonna shorten it to TSH [the secret history] reader ok?)
TSH!reader who was taken by Bruce after his mom dies from their fatherâs abuse. They were ignored by Bruce mainly because this was Batman & Dick era, no one else.
(TSH!reader is the same age as Jason!!)
TSH!reader who manages to barely pass highschool (without the use of pot, alcohol, and bad impulsive choices) and only knew a bit about manners due to Alfred
Then after a bad fight with Bruce since reader was yelling at Bruce for being a horrible father since Bruce was trying to make Reader go to gotham college
TSH!reader who goes to Hampden college and everything plays out like in canon (including the winter break where they almost die) and when they go to the hospital, was dragged back home by Alfred because they had pneumonia and TSH!reader was too prideful to ask for help
TSH!reader whoâs forced to get used to all of these new people and makes it very clear heâd rather be with the Greek class, spending the remainder of the winter break sending letters and reading greek books in the library.
Jason finds reader and is like âwhy the heck are they back?? when did they even come back??â
reader does not care or bat(heheh) an eye at them and just stays in his old dusty locked room instead of being with them.
Reader who gets dragged to the family dinner and finally sits in his spot (which was mainly the spot next to Bruce and in front of Dick) and gets glared at by Damian.
Reader in fact does not care and just gives him the Henry WinterTM glare. And because of the fact heâs sitting there, Reader is then noticed by the entire family.
I still havenât envisioned any of their reactions, thoughts, etc.. But all I want there to be is that TSH!reader goes back to Hampden college with a stalker staring at him through the cameras(Tim), a brother who followed him into Hampden under the guise of a professor(Dick), a new roommate(Jason), and other stalkers who still arenât old enough for college or just prefer to be stalking.
Of course the greek class is astonished because whoâs the professor and roommate so absolutely protective of Richard!reader who just came back from winter break??
LMFAO, this is all out of pure self indulgence and I would love if someone enjoyed this as much as I did!!
P:S, this is based off âThe Secret Historyâ by Donna Tartt. Amazing book.
So I was thinking about an eating disorder!reader who is genuinely struggling. Like not out of hatred or people did reader get their disorder but out of own disgust of food and their body.
A reader who refuses to eat and mainly just goes on water fasts refusing to eat days on end and no one even notices.
(Yes, even Alfred doesnât notice. Alfred isnât a saint, he treated reader like a client more than a family.)
So this reader is like the worst of the worst, and the one time where they actually go to eat dinner at the table they almost throw up from the smell of food.
Of course maybe Cassandra noticed but why would she do anything? This is Reader, not the end of the world.
Reader ends up just playing with their food as they ignores the hushed whispers about the.. nightly activities the family get up to.
[Reader always knew that they were apart of the vigilantes considering that when they were binging they saw Bruce in Batman with his cowl out and completely ignoring Reader.]
And their life stays to be miserable as they purge, cry, and more.
And after months Reader wants to actually eat properly at dinner but basically faints while going down the stairs because they didnât even bother eating.
Alfred is concerned and for once speaks to Bruce about your behavior and the immediate thought came into Bruceâs mindâŚ
For you to go to Arkham Asylum to recover and know that thereâs more in life than the numbers on the scale.
Okay okay hear me out⌠Neglected fortune teller reader! like basically they were so neglected and lost their relationship with god so they discovered other religionsâ eventually they became pagan.
Disclaimer I am unfamiliar with most pagan religions so I just assume theyâd be a hellenist polytheistic.
Obviously theyâre tired of being ignored so they make altars for the people that they worship, and enjoy being noticed, everyone in the family just assumes reader is an atheist because they donât join Tim and Duke with church, donât join Dick and Bruce for Hanukah, etc.
Reader left before Damian has made an appearanceâ theyâre old as Dick and had just been in college while struggling with god. They never became a robin because Bruce was too cowardly enough to reveal his identity as Batman but reader figured it out anyway.
Then like reader moves out after getting enough allowance for a freaking neighborhood so they makes like a little half house half shop where they do tarot card readings, fortune telling, etc.
Damian goes to their shop as a last ditch effort to find Alfred the Cat and Reader gives them a free tarot card reading.
Damian ends up finding his catâ and Reader ends up finding their sibling considering that the cards basically say heâs in danger for all eternity. (Because no way this little guy is in danger without it having to be Bruceâs / Batmanâs fault.)
Damian mightâve dragged Reader back out reason is from the whole âIâm your blood and we are clearly superior from every other Wayneâ stuff.
Reader literally was there for a month and no one noticed until they were talking with Damian in the living room (#1 which is the biggest). Jason and Dick came back after patrol and was like âwho is this person that managed to make Damian hug them??â until they take like a closer look and BOOM itâs their sibling who cut contact with everyone as soon as they graduated from college
New concept ideas !! What if we have a Ghost busters reader?
like hear me outâ they like graduated months ago and they moved out of the manor for college and find ghosts in their house so they literally just decide to hunt ghosts from then on.
The ages would be a little wonky but I imagine that theyâre older than Tim but younger than Dickâ so maybe within Jasonâs age range.
And when like the Bats & Birds have a mission that includes Ghosts/Paranormal stuff and theyâre stressing talking about it during dinner in hushed voices reader is just like âOh I can help with thatâ and stuff.
Now to prevent a plot hole Reader mightâve just been visiting because itâs Christmas or itâs Halloween and they really like Halloween during the manor since it has no ghosts.
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Iâm seeker and I literally donât care what you call me or whatever pronouns you use for me
Iâm AFAB though
Iâm 18 & in a gap year
I would say MDNI & ageless blogs DNI but I really donât care what you do
Leftist, Pro abortion, I hate ICE, & trump should get impeached asap
English is not my first language so donât expect me to use fancy words and if I ever do please send a comment so I can give you guys the dictionary definition
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The only genre I refuse to listen is phonk and anything thatâs just beats & no lyrics
No masterlist yet but iâll be sure to make one when I do some chapters
this is just like a plot but what if there was a neglected reader who is like dorian gray? Like imagine that reader has a gift from their significant other/a friend (who has a crush on them) and itâs like a portrait of them and they love it so much and wished that they would stay as pure and youthful as the painting? Like a cool thing would be that itâs some creepy old ancient magic that happened due to that. What would also be cool is that it takes like YEARS for people to notice that reader looks just the same eighteen years ago and their only excuse is just âWayne genesâ.
When the Batfam notices I suspect that they donât really care UNTILL john or some other person in the D.C universe is investigating about someone who managed to reach immortality and like the stares Reader gets because of it would be hilarious.