Saiki!Batsis x BG!Character!reader — short fic
Platonic Batfam x reader fic where instead of the point of view of well... bat!sis, its on the pov of you a background character who's less than important than an insect.
I randomly thought of this where bat!sib have the power of saiki, whereas you the reader is just some normal person who got isekai’d (Im so damn obsessed with this trope, somebody stop me pls) in dc.... Like deadass. but somehow whatever universe you ended up with is completely weird and different. all because of the existence of one person.
Wouldn't that just be interesting? hilarious? absolutely ridiculous?
_<3_
In your defense, waking up in another universe doesn’t exactly come with a survival guide.
Especially when that universe turns out to be Gotham City. You’ve spent the last three months just trying to keep your head down, avoiding dark alleys, pretending you don't notice grappling hooks swinging past your window, and doing your absolute best to blend into the background at Gotham Academy. You are just a random background character. And frankly, you are perfectly fine with that.
But you really hadn't expected… this.
It hadn't exactly been obvious in the beginning.
…Okay, no, that's a complete lie. The major differences had certainly been obvious enough. You don't just go from living a perfectly mundane, non-comic-book life to suddenly sitting in History class while the very laws of reality bend over backward to gaslight you.
It starts when the classroom door opens. The teacher clears his throat, effectively cutting through the morning chatter to announce the arrival of Gotham’s newest gossip . The rumors had been flying all week, that Bruce Wayne had discovered another kid. A biological daughter this time. The entire class had been expecting some brooding, tragically beautiful, dark-haired girl swathed in daddy issues and Wayne family angst.
Instead, in walks a girl with violently bright neon pink hair, opaque green glasses, and…
Are those metal antennas sticking out of her head?
Yes. Yes, they are. They look like weirdly mechanical lollipops embedded directly into her skull, complete with glowing pink spheres on the ends.
You blink. You rub your eyes. You look again.
Her hair is way too damn pink for your liking. It didn't help that her antennas are also glowing in a blinking manner.
What is she? a fucking alien? That's a possibility. This is Gotham after all.
She is still standing there, radiating an aura of intense, overwhelming boredom and apathy.
You lean over to your desk-mate, a girl named Chloe who usually gossips about the Wayne family like it's a competitive sport. "Hey," you whisper, gesturing frantically toward the front of the room. "Are we just… not going to talk about the alien hardware in the new girl's head?"
Chloe pauses, her pen hovering over her notebook, and gives you a blank, slightly condescending look. "What are you talking about? It's just a pair of hair clips. Honestly, it's a very bold fashion statement. I think it’s avant-garde."
... What? "Uhhh. But it looks like its buried deep in her head. She looks like a walking television set! And her hair is neon pink! I don't think its a normal hairclip!"
"Shh!" Chloe scowls, shrinking away from you. "You're being weird. Are you hallucinating again? It's just a trick of the light, she's brunette. You really need to get more sleep."
You stare at Chloe. Then you stare back at the girl at the front of the room.
Oh no. Oh, God. Did the isekai process break your brain? Are you genuinely, clinically schizophrenic now? Did jumping dimensions fry your frontal lobe?
Because it is absolutely, viscerally terrifying to realize that no one else can see this. To everyone else in the room, the universe is actively rewriting its own logic to make this girl seem like a perfectly ordinary, unremarkable teenager. You briefly wonder if she’s just cosplaying as an alien and everyone is too polite to say anything, but no—Chloe’s complete lack of irony confirms it.
Mind control. It has to be passive, global mind control.
You nodded to yourself. Well, you're in dc now after all. Every weird shit keeps going to happen in comic books universe.
The new girl hasn't even opened her mouth, but suddenly, a flat, entirely unamused voice echoes directly inside your brain.
‘I am Wayne [Y/N]. It is adequate to meet you.’
The teacher smiles warmly, completely unbothered. "Thank you, [Y/N]. You can take the empty seat in the middle row."
No one flinched. No one reacted to the fact that her lips absolutely did not move. Everyone is acting like she just gave a totally normal, vocal introduction.
You watch in utter horror as Bruce Wayne’s newest kid walks down the aisle. Her pink hair (That damn bright pink hair...) defies gravity. The green glasses hide her eyes completely. As she passes your desk, she pauses for a fraction of a second.
Through those opaque green lenses, you could swear she's staring right at you.
(Yare yare...) the flat voice sighs in your head.
You grip the edges of your desk until your knuckles turn white. You might be in a superhero universe, but somehow, some way, you are trapped in a gag manga.
And absolutely nobody else realizes it.
(They do actually. They're just in Gotham. Ts is normal in the city.)
