What happens when Y/n Wayne misplaced her suit and she finds it unfitting...
Warnings: Not proof read.
BATFAMILY X FEM¡READER
"Where is it?" Y/n groaned, hands frantic as she tore through the rack in her wardrobe. Uneven piles of clothes scattered behind her, creating a chaotic storm of dresswear across her bedroom floor.
The young woman huffed, hands going to her hips as she leaned back on her knees, eyes narrowing as she turned her head towards the washing basket that she had knocked over in her previous search for her vigilante suit. This isnt the first time she had misplaced her suit and it wouldnt be the last, although she usually found it within the perimeter of her bedroom, but by the looks of it, this time it had been placed elsewhere.
"Hey Y/n/n have you-" Jason's voice echoed as he turned to walk through her door, foot hooking beneath a pile of jumpers and trousers, making him stop in his tracks. His eyes peered down, taking in the sight before rising and scanning the room, his mouth dropped a gape, eyebrows furrowing. "Shit kid, didnt think you could make so much mess..."
Y/n hoisted herself up from the floor, straightening her shirt. "Have you seen my suit?"
"No-" He kicked the pile out of the way and walked further into her room, eyes still going to the separate poles of mess that suffocated the carpet. "Look, speaking of suits. Did you finish fixing my helmet?"
"Oh right, yeah. One second." She pivoted on the heel of her foot and walked towards her desk, skipping over a pair of boots and jackets on the way. She gave the desk a once over, and when she couldnt see it, she bent towards the floor and picked up a few of her clothes that had a bump beneath, revealing the polished red helmet. Hooking her fingers through the bottom, she lifted and walked back towards her older brother, using the sleeve of her jumper to wipe at the lenses. "Here you go- sorry about the uh-"
Her hands splayed out, gesturing around the room. Jason took the helmet slowly, looking it over, nodding in approval with a hum. "Yeah. Thanks. So whats with the bombsite?"
"I've been looking for my suit, I cant find if anywhere."
"Oh." He replied, scratching the back of his head. "You checked the laundry room?"
"No." Her face lit up slightly as she moved to push past him. "Thanks jay."
Y/n made her way towards the grand staircase, hopping down two steps at a time, using the banister at the bottom to swing around the corner which faced the kitchen. She made a beeline for the second set of doors inside, walking down the few steps to see Alfred standing with his back to her, arms raised slightly.
"Hey Alfred, have you seen my-" Just as she started to speak, he turned towards her, holding a smaller version of her suit in his palms, her voice trailed off, eyes wide. "Suit? How did that happen?"
"It seems the machine was put on the wrong setting Miss Wayne." He tutted, holding out the article of clothing towards her. Which she took from him and held up infront of her face, a small displeased whine passed her lips as she fisted the small suit. "Maybe next time it would be suitable to leave the washing to me."
"I didnt mean too." She muttered, frowning. "It must have gotten mixed up with my other pieces of washing."
"I shall inform your father." Alfred stated, a small amused, nearly invisible smile tugged at his lips as she groaned and spun on her heel to stomp back up to the kitchen.
Y/n moved to sit at the kitchen island, sprawling the suit out infront of her. Her palms pressed into her eyes, elbows resting on the cool counter while she groaned in frustration, this would mean no patrol until she gets a new suit and at that what if somebody see's what she had done to it- out of everybody, she was the one that had the most suit replacements, Bruce wouldnt be pleased in the slightest.
"What on earth is that?" Her hands dropped, eyes focising on her younger brother Damien who had made his way into the kitchen, quietly. "Is that your suit?"
"Maybe." She grumbled lowly.
"Well thats unfortunate." He replied flatly, hands in his pockets as he moved closer to inspect. "How have you made such a pathetic mistake?"
"If you dont shut up, I'll thump you."
"Why are you gonna thump Dames?" Another voice cut into the kitchen as Dick entered, eyes catching sight of them both.
"Dont ever dare to call me such a name again, Grayson." Damien's tone dropped cold, His eyes narrowing into a glare at the older male.
"What are you doing here?" Y/n questioned in annoyance, fingers rubbing at her temples as her eyes closed momentarily.
"I thought I was welcome..." Dick mocked hurt, placing a hand on his chest. Only when he caught sight of the miniature version of her suit did he pause. "Is that your suit?"
Another sound of displeasure erupted from the woman's throat.
"She seems to have shrunk it in the dryer." Damien spoke for her, making her shoot him a mean look to which he shrugged.
"How- what-" Dick broke out into a small fit of laughter, his hands reached for it and before Y/n would stop him he held it up high. "Oh-ho that is adorable. How did you manage that?"
"Dont you start. I didnt mean to okay, Dad's gonna take that out of my money." She whined, pushing to stand from where she sat, reaching for the suit, only for it to be held higher.
And as Dick spun around, Jason and Tim entered the kitchen, both in their own suits, ready for patrol.
"What the fuck is that?" Jason questioned, pointing at the suit.
"Y/n shrunk her suit." Dick grinned smugly, eyeing his sister from the side as she stomped a foot on his own, drawing a pained noise from him.
"How did you do that?" Tim spoke next.
"I didnt mean to okay, can everybody just shut up." She rushed out, crossing her arms. Her foot tapped lightly on tiled floor. "It was an accident, I must have got it mixed in with my washing. This'll be the 3rd suit this year already and we're only half way through- its such a fucking joke."
"Y/n why has Alfred just informed me that.." Bruce's voice trailed off as he stepped into the scene of his children in one room. His eyes immediately fell to the small clothing item that Dick was still holding up. "Oh, how did you manage to do that?" He ran a hand through his hair.
"If I have to repeat myself one more time." Y/n's voice rose slightly, her head tilting back.
"It was an accident." Jason, Dick and Tim spoke in unison, chuckling at the end.
"It's pathetic is what it is." Damien added in, raising a brow as his sisters head shot towards him.
"You're pathetic." Y/n pointed at him, brows furrowed.
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IN WHICH batman's eldest child comes home after 5 years, and wally thinks she's BEAUTIFUL. too bad she's his best friend's older sister... but what if she thinks he's cute too?
"HOLY SMOKES."
The day had been a mostly normal day at wayne manor. Dick had his friends over while jason, tim, cass, duke, damian, and steph chose to be elsewhere.
wally shrugged, a huge grin on his face as he gave an exaggerated wink towards his friend. "ehhh, i still think you're hotter dude." all the guys rolled their eyes and laughed, but before they could get out another name the doorbell rang. "i'll get it!"
that brings our red-headed speedster to now. Face-to-face with the most gorgeous girl he had ever seen in his life. he leaned on the door frame, getting ready to make his move before he got RUDELY interrupted by your brother.
"Y/N! YOURE HOME!"
... no way.
"EVERYBODY! this is my older sister y/n! she used to live in Japan, but she's back here with us now!" Dick exclaimed happily, arm around your shoulder.
wally couldn't help but stare. you were just so... cool. a year older, muscles, a lip piercing, tall... basically his dream girl, but if you asked anybody what his type was it would practically be any human in existence. very different from the last time he saw you. you softly smiled at your brother's antics, ruffling his hair. "not sure if i'm gonna stay for long, dickhead."
when the rest of the family came along, you gave each one of them a hug, almost shedding a couple tears when you saw jason. in your heart he was just your baby brother. though much to his annoyance you did end up crying when you saw damian. man, you thought all the robins were just too fucking cute.
after all the family reunion stuff, everyone gathered into the huge living room to watch a movie. despite the sheer size of the room, there were only so many actual seats, and you were left standing off to the side. wally got ready to offer you a space next to him, but of course...
THUMP
tim groaned, but jason looked up at you with a smug smirk. "there, now you have space to sit next to your favourite brother."
his chance was ruined once more.
the whole movie, wally couldn't take his eyes off of you. you were just so amazing... beautiful.... funny.... cool...
-lly...
wally...
"WALLY!"
the speedster snapped out of his trance, looking towards the voice of kon. "dude, you're crushing on their SISTER?" he yelled, just quiet enough to not alert any of your family. wally just shrugged, dopey puppy eyes staring at you. "i mean... she's really cool. i know im not the only one who thinks that."
kon rolled his eyes. "of course she's pretty. the problem is that she's a WAYNE. her brothers would fucking kill you if you made a move on her!" he exclaimed, elbowing wally's side to try and knock some sense into him.
wally just pouted, crossing his arms. "oh cmon, they love me. i'm sure dick wouldn't mind me being his brother in law." he said, happily imagining it in his mind. kon just crossed his arms, looking right into wally's soul. "sure. what about the small one."
oh right. damian. he already wasn't very fond of how loud wally was, and he surely wouldn't be happy with him dating his sister. "...ehhh, look at it pros vs cons. pros, very amazing, beautiful, intelligent, smart, badass girlfriend. cons? 15% chance of death."
kon just deadpanned, turning back to the screen. "okay, so you're just delusional. we don't even need to imagine how her family will act, i doubt she'd go for you anyways."
wally's bottom lip jutted forward even more as his auburn brows furrowed. "i'm not that bad! i'll prove it!"
kon looked back with a raised brow, arms still crossed over his chest. "well, looks like she's heading to the kitchen. prove it now, lover boy."
damn.
wally was fucked.
first fanfic in 3 years don't judge 🥲 mainly just self indulgent
Just so you know: I may get confused with the different timelines, events and a tiny bit with personalities, so~ if something is wrong with the orden of important events... sorry. Also if it wasn’t obvious my first language is not english so... enjoy~
Damian Al-Ghul Wayne is the best Robin. Son of the Demon and The Bat, specialised in every way possible to kill and neutralise any threat, unfortunately for him, he never learned how to deal with normal human beings.
That’s why when he first got to the manor, he had absolutely no idea of how to talk to the only not-vigilante in the family, specially when she was the only one that actually treated him like a normal child since his arrival.
He remember it clearly, at first he had only meet Grayson, Drake and Cain, they where acceptable, with Cain being the best of them, but he had yet to encounter the other child that was his father's charity, just a couple of years younger than Drake, but has been here even before him.
He finally meet her on the library after one month of being in the mansion, he found her in the library, reading a book lying on the floor with her feet up and headphones on, maybe that was why she was singing tone-deaf:
"Ando buscando~
Las formas ocultas~
De una mantarraya~
Con neurosis ausente~”
Her guard was down too, probably having to do with the fact that she was not following in the path of his father as a vigilante, but to his surprise, she did look op from her book when he finally enter the room
"Hey there, are you the new kid?"
That casual greeting baffled him, how could someone be so calm when a stranger just enter the room of your home, if he was an enemy she would be dead-
"Sorry that I didn’t present myself when you arrived, I thought it would be better for you to get used to the house, but I didn't realised that much time had pass... Anyway, my name is Reader, is nice to meet you"
Reader positioned herself so that she could look Damian directly in the eyes, while extending her hand towards him. This took him by surprise, because no one in this has treated him with such... normalcy, ever.
Since he was born out off a test tube, he was raised as the heir of Rash Al-Gaul, the people around him always treated him as such, when he got here, Pennyworth treated him in a similar way, just not with the threat of dying if doing otherwise, his father and Grayson treated him nicely, but not normal, Cain was kinda of the same, just not as obvious and don’t get him started about Drake.
And now, this girl, is just standing there, offer him a hand with a gentle smile, it was normal... and he didn’t like it.
Damian slapped the hand away and proclaimed that he did not needed the pity of a simple peasant, expecting her to get angry and yell at him just like Drake did, but she did something... so much worse:
"Pff, i'm sorry, it's just that you speak really formal, is kinda cute with someone so young~"
He ended up chasing her throughout the whole house with his Katana, not stopping until Pennyworth appeared, he tried to make him apologise, but she was gone before they noticed it, and did not speak or even saw each other for a long time...
Until Father disappeared.
He took the job of Robin by the side of Grayson’s Batman, while Drake tried to find a way to bring his Father back. On that time, they where able to have a more cordial relationship with each other, not fully brothers like Grayson wanted, but at least they respected one another, even Todd was able to help them in this hard situation. Damian hadn’t known from Reader in that whole time, until one night where he couldn’t go for patrol because of an injury, he could only wander around the mansion with Titus and Ace by his side, and when he got to the kitchen, he heard her voice once again:
"Para que no digas,
Que no pienso en ti~
No, no~ no, no, no~
Para que no digas,
Que no pienso en~ ti~
"Para que no digas,
Que no pienso en ti~
No, no~ no, no, no~
Para que no digas,
Que no pienso en~ ti~
Ah~"
Reader was cocking something, he didn’t know what, but it smelled really appetising, specially since he had only been eating oatmeal for a whole week-
"He~llo~ little one~ are you ready to eat~?"
That make him angry, but then he realised that she was talking to Ace, who had run to her side, she put food for the dog and then look up at him.
"Hello Damian, are you feeling better now? I heard it was a pretty bad injury"
Again with that normalcy, how can she be so calm when his father was gone?
"You look like you could use something to eat, good thing I was trying a new recipe, this Flautas have corn and tofu so you can eat them"
While she continue talking, she also prepared a plate.
"I actually admire you making that decision honesty, when I was around you're age, I wanted to try being vegetarian 'cause of Draculaura, but I re~ally ended up missing meat, now at least I try to look for companies and products that are more humane, gotta take advantage of the money, huh? Here you go~ hope you like it~"
Damian look at the plate in front of him, it look good and tasted better that he expected, he continued to eat in silence and Reader did the same, not pushing for a conversation, but the faint sound of a song in the background made this lunch really... calm, and normal...
He did not though he could feel comfortable in normality, specially in this situation... but how is she? has anyone talked to her about Father? make sure she's okay?
"Are you going to say something about whats going on?"
TT, it sounded more aggressive that he wanted to. The question seemed to catch her off guard, she look at her plate while playing with her fork.
"Honestly... I don’t know what I can tell you that Dick, Tim or Cass hasn’t already did, I am not even that good at words, and I'm way to clumsy to be a Vigilante like you... but, the least I can do is help here a bit, at least Alfred says that my goings to the Batcave to leave food and make sure Tim sleeps and doesn’t overdose with Monster Energy helps him"
She let out a chuckle, but it make him wonder for a moment how he had never noticed her going to the Batcave, he always thought that food was from Pennyworth.
"What I'm trying to say is... that if you need help with anything, I'm here for you, and better yet, I am a "No question your answers" kinda helper"
"Don’t you mean "No Questions ask"?"
"Nah, I'm too curious and too autistic to not want to now why you need help to hide a body, but~ I will not ask follow up questions to the first answer that you give me, pretty cool, right?"
And thanks to that, Damian finally finished his analysis about his not vigilante sister.
Finally, Damian is here! I hope he wasn’t too out of character and you guys enjoyed his part of the madness. Again let me know which Bat do you want to see next, BYE~~!
Hi peopleeee I really really want to write a first long fic but I can't decide about one detail....
It's basically those spidergirl-wayne reader stuff, but the thing I can't decide on is whether reader is neglected or not, cus those parts changes the plot a somewhat huge bit,
Oh, and tell me if you have any recommendations for the plot! I won't be spoiling yet, but you'll see when the polls done!!!! 💗
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Chapter 12 is done! The next couple of chapters might come out later than usual cuz life honestly sucks atm. I had a lot of fun with this chapter though and I hope you like it.
Tw's: Mentions of underage drinking, drugs etc. I've probably missed a lot, so read at your own risk!
Even though he didn’t want to admit it, Jason was scared.
Less than twenty-four hours ago you had been drugged. Even though the drugs were out of your system, you would feel like shit for a while.
You had gone out into the snow without any decent clothes, and on top of that you had said some…well concerning things.
Jason made his way back to his apartment after looking for you.
You could be thinking that growing up with a bunch of vigilantes would make it impossible to actually hide from them this easily, but Jason knew that you were smart.
You knew how they were thinking.
That itself made you just as dangerous.
“I should have ended up like her.” Jason knew you were talking about your mom and he knew how hard that had affected you.
He thought back at your argument, you didn’t look like yourself. You were way too pale, way too thin, and your eyes weren’t as energetic and happy as they had been once.
Now they were dull, empty, in pain. Your make up still a mess under your eyes, even though he had helped to clean off as much as he could while you were unconscious. Seeing you look so broken, so vulnerable, so– unlike the girl he had grown up with, made something ache in his chest.
What the fuck do I do?
He got inside and started pacing around his apartment.
I could go look for her myself again, but if she sees me she’s just gonna run again.
He hesitated. Then he picked his phone out and called Barbara.
“Hey Babs?”
“Yes?”
“We’ve got a problem.”
She didn’t reply immediately. “What did you do this time?” She groaned.
“Haha, you're hilarious." Sarcasm taking over his voice. Then he quickly added.
“It’s Reader.” He didn’t need to see the red haired woman to feel how she tensed up.
“What do you mean?” She asked.
“She’s gone.” He could hear Barbara take a slow breath on the other line.
“What do you mean gone?”
Faint tapping could be heard from the other side of the line.
Jason told her everything. Everything from when the man had carried her out from the bar, to when she had woken up the first time, to well now.
“She ran out without a jacket, without shoes. Her phone is still here, and I can’t go after her, she’ll only run again.”
It got quiet on the other end.
“I’ll call the others to see if they can help us find her. Give me a second.”
Jason's line got quiet for a bit, and after a few minutes she returned again.
“Meet me at the Clocktower. I’ll see who I can get here.” Jason nodded as if Barbara could see him.
“Right” then they hung up. He hurried down to his bike, and drove off.
The moment he got to the clocktower Tim, Duke, Steph and Cass were already there. The moment Jason walked through the door Dick came in through one of the windows.
Everyone was dressed in their suits except for Jason.
"Demon spawn not coming?” Jason said jokingly.
“He’s out with Batman, I didn’t tell any of them since we all know how Batman gets when stuff like this happens, and knowing what you told me, we shouldn’t pressure Reader like that right now.” Barbara explained.
Jason nodded
“Valid.”
Then Dick joined in.
"Wait Reader? What is going on?”
Barbara nodded before turning towards him, eyes then flicking over to Jason.
“Right, I didn't tell them exactly what was going on, just that it was an emergency.”
Dick’s gaze turned to Jason too, and the others moved closer, their chatter dying down.
“What’s going on with Reader? Is she okay?”
Jason hesitated. Not knowing how to start it.
“She’s gone.”
Aaannd there was that tension again.
“Gone? What do you mean gone?” Duke got even closer, confusion written all over his face.
Jason took a breath before explaining everything. He did leave out the fact that she had started drinking, only wanting the most necessary stuff out first.
“She was at a party, and got drugged so I took her home to help her and when she woke up we started arguing and it ended up with her running off without shoes and without jacket.”
He paused for a bit.
“She’s alone, it’s freezing out and we’re in Gotham. Use your imagination.”
Silence filled the room. Not a single noise from anyone.
Jason didn’t think they had ever been this quiet in a room together when all of them were there.
Even Dick and Steph were quiet. Tim's eyebrows frowning as he tried to take in what he was hearing. Duke leaned his arms against a nearby table, head held by his hands.
Cass, still standing off to the side, looked like she didn’t care at all, but for anyone that knew her knew that she was worried. Jason could see that she already wanted to run out and find you, she just waited for the details.
Steph finally broke the absolutely horrible silence.
“She was drugged?”
Jason nodded.
"Why didn’t you take her to Leslies?” She continued.
“We were on the other side of the city, it would have taken too long.”
Steph nodded, still not looking too happy.
Tim got closer.
“How long has it been since she left?”
Jason thought about it.
“I don’t know, like 45 minutes?”
“Why didn’t you call anyone?”
Jason gave him a half irritated half guilty look.
“I thought I could find her by myself, she might not have our training but she’s not stupid.”
That was like a switch everyone went from quiet, calm to everyone getting to work.
“Can’t we track her phone?”
“Nope, I got it.” Jason said, picking ot the small device from his pocket.
“Fuck.” Dick replied, hands going up, coming his hair out of the way.
Barbara cleared her throat.
"Panicking won’t help anyone.”
She spun her chair around.
“Tim, check the security footage. Cass and Duke, check emergency clinics and shelters in case something else happened.”
Barbara turned.
"Dick, you check the rooftops around the area, and some places that you know she likes, her friends' places and that café by the park.”
Barbara then turned towards Stephanie.
“Steph you take–”
"Bus stops and train stations.” The blonde cut off.
No one got the chance to ask, before she looked Barbara dead in the eyes.
“When I used to run away when I was younger I always got to the bus stops or stations. It was good when trying to figure out what to do and where to go.”
Barbara nodded.
“Okay, you do that. Report back anything you got and avoid Batman, do not let him know yet, we don’t need to put any more pressure on the poor girl.”
Steph gave a quick nod as reply, everyone was fast out.
“Did she say anything on where she could have gone?” Barbara turned to Jason when they were left alone.
He shook his head.
“Not really– but she did say some concerning stuff.” He spoke slowly, as if he didn’t know if he wanted to say it or not.
“What do you mean?”
He turned, facing her completely.
“She really thinks that we don’t care.”
Barbara didn’t say anything, just grabbing the younger man's hand in a careful grip.
“Then she–she said she should have turned out like her mom?” It sounded like a question.
Barbara closed her eyes and nodded a bit.
“I realized that something was up.” Barbara started, a sad, distant look taking over her features.
“Can I tell you something? I haven’t told anyone yet since I haven’t had enough proof, and I wanted to respect her privacy.”
Jason tightened his grip on her hand a bit, not for it to hurt just enough for her to feel like he was there.
“I think she’s been drinking–I think it’s turning into a bad habit.” She finally got out.
“Yeah.” Jason simply replied.
Barbara's eyes got wide with surprise.
“You knew? For how long?”
Jason shrugged.
“A while.”
He paused, still unsure if he wanted to share it all.
There won't be a better time though.
“I’ve always kept an eye on her. All of us can fight, we’ve got what it takes, we can protect ourselves. She doesn’t.”
He swallowed.
Fuck feelings.
“How much have you been keeping an eye on her?”
"More than I should have before I actually tried to help.”
Jason's gaze turned towards the screens in front of them, needing something to focus on.
“I followed her home the first time she actually had alcohol, I was there when she was robbed, I was there when she had a panic attack at school the other day, and I was there now.”
Barbara could see the guilt in Jason's face.
She gave him a small smile.
“I’m glad you were there.”
He looked at her, surprised.
“I mean it, you were keeping an eye out, who knows what would have happened if you weren’t there to monitor it?”
“I should have told someone earlier.”
“So should I–I was just scared that if I pressured her too much it would backfire.” Barbara admitted.
“I know I wasn’t there a lot after your death, everyone was grieving you.” She made a small gesture with her hands, showing her wheelchair.
“This happened, it wasn’t good for anyone, I should still have tried harder to be there for her. She was the first person I had as a sister, and I left her all alone.”
“Not your fault.” He squeezed her hand again as a tear ran down her chin.
“Now what’s the plan?” Jason suddenly asked, trying to change the topic a bit.
Barbara smiled at him, her expression hardened.
Oracle taking over.
"We find her, and we help her.”
She was already typing away security footage appearing on the multiple screens in front of them.
“Tim’s already pulling out security footage from outside your apartment."
Jason nodded along, eyes flicking between screen to screen.
“You think she’ll stay hidden?”
Barbara replied without her eyes leaving the screens.
“Yeah, for a while.”
She clicked through one camera, quickly looking over the screen.
“She’s hurt.”
Click.
“Cold.”
Barbara's jaw tightened, as she continued clicking through the cameras.
“And she’s convinced that no one cares about her.”
Jason's face turned to look the other way.
"Yeah.”
“Which means that she isn’t thinking clearly.”
Before Jason had the time to reply a notification popped up on one of the screens.
Barbara froze, before she sat up straighter.
“Oh no.”
Jason turned towards her.
“Batman found Nightwing.” A small pause.
“Batman knows.”
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Tim and Steph decided to look for you together. He started with getting security footage from all the bus stops and train stations around Gotham.
After a while he managed to find one bus stop by the other side of the city.
Looking at the screen they could see someone looking just like you sitting for hours, trying to stay warm.
Your gaze had shifted to the left, and it had stayed there for a bit, as if you were trying to figure something out. Then you stood up on shaky legs, making your way out from the bus stop and walking towards the same direction you had been looking at.
Tim felt a knot in his stomach as he saw you.
How did I miss this?
“You good?” Steph asked, jokingly shoving his shoulder, face giving no sign of joking whatsoever.
“Uh–yeah.”
“You’re feeling guilty.” She sat down by him on top of the rooftop they were currently on.
“So what? You don’t?”
At that Steph looked offended.
“Of course I do, she’s been right here–you know, and none of us saw how bad it’s been getting?”
Tim was just about to reply.
“Look! It looks like she went into that building over there.” Steph pointed at the screen before she stood up and pointed at the building further down the street.
“Let’s go.” With that both vigilantes threw themselves through the rooftops separating you and them.
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Dick had texted Barbara.
Dick 00.34
I dare you to try to lie to Batman.
I didn't tell him anything but he’s on his way to you.
As if on cue a tall shadow came up behind Barbara and Jason, both rolling their eyes.
Behind Batman stood a shorter shadow, Robin.
“What is going on?”
Barbara and Jason turned to him at the same time, glaring.
“Why?” Barbara asked.
“I’ve been able to spot almost every single one of my kids out patrolling and no one wants to give me a single detail.”
Arms crossed.
Jason could feel Damian's intense glare even behind the mask.
They stood like that, all four of them glaring at each other, before Barbara turned to look at Jason.
“Maybe we should tell him, he’s gonna figure it out one way or another.”
She could see on Jason's expression that he wanted to argue, but he ended up nodding along either ways.
“Okay–, but! You’re not allowed to interact at all, until we say so.”
Batman only stared.
“No this is serious B, I promise you will get to know everything, and you’ll get to help as much as you want to later, but if you put too much pressure on her right now, it won’t end well.” Barbara continued.
“Why would he–” Damian was ready with a snappy comment, but quieted down when all three turned to quickly glare at him.
“Alright.” Batman said.
“No you need to fucking swear, we can’t mess this up even more.” Jason said. Voice louder, sharper.
Batman stood for a while, not replying at first, then.
“Alright then, I swear I will not engage in whatever you’re doing until you say so.”
Barbara and Jason glanced at each other as if asking for permission.
“Okay so– it’s about Reader.” Barbara started.
She could see both Robin and Batman tense up.
“Did something happen?”
“She’s gone.” Jason added quickly.
“Gone–where?”
Barbara sighed quietly.
“We don’t know.” Then she quickly added “yet.”
Batman didn’t say anything at first.
“You don’t want me to engage when my child is missing and you can’t find her?”
“That’s not it! Don’t twist our words, just listen to us.” Barbara jumped in before it escalated.
When it came to Jason and Bruce things tended to escalate, fast.
Barbara turned to Jason who let his head fall back and his eyes closed for a moment, before looking at his father.
“You might want to sit.” Barbara joined in, and made a gesture towards the sofa a little further away.
Batman and Robin got over there, sat down, and Jason started to explain. Everything.
After a while Batman had taken off his mask, revealing nothing else than a tired man trying to get a hang of everything.
“She could be hurt.”
“We know, and that’s why everyone is out looking for her right now.”
“I should be there too–”
“Father. If she sees you right now she might run, you know that just as well as everyone else.” Damian said at the same time as Jason yelled.
“No! You promised!”
Bruce was just about to argue when Damian interrupted.
"You allowed her to leave in that condition?”
Jason glared.
“I didn’t allow her to do shit. I tried to stop her.”
Damian glared back from behind his mask.
“After everything she went through, what did you expect her to do?”
Jason was about to snap back when Barbara caught their attention.
“They found her!”
All three of them hurried over to her.
“Red Robin and Spoiler found her.”
“Is she alright?” Bruce asked.
Barbara's face revealed a short lived relief that still hinted at sadness and regret.
“She’s–alive.” She started.
“But there’s been another situation."
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Tim and Steph got to the window that was already cracked open, they were just about to go in when Tim stopped her.
“Hold on.”
“What?”
He stood still for a while, before his eyes widened.
"Mask on.”
“Huh?”
“You smell that?”,
Steph took a careful sniff. Face quickly scrunching up in disgust.
“Ew? Wait, is that?–”
“Fear toxin.”
Both put their masks on before making their way in there.
“I really want to find Reader, but I really don’t want to find her here.” Steph said as they made their way further into the old building.
Flashlights giving them enough light to look around.
“Oh it's fear toxin alright, look at that.” Steph pointed toward a small container on the floor.
“Let’s move quickly. If Reader is in here, we have no clue how long she’s been staying in this.”
Steph turned, her flashlight turned with her. When she suddenly exclaimed.
"Over there!”
Behind the kitchen counter, in the corner of the room they could see a leg.
Both hurried over to see you laying there, in your side, brow furrowed even in your sleep.
“Holy shit, Reader!” Steph sounded so happy, but looked so sad.
“Reader, can you hear us?” Tim lightly tapped your chin, trying to get you to wake up.
Slowly you started to wake, head still fuzzy and you were still shaky, and confused.
“Omg I am so glad that you’re okay.”,
“I think okay is an overstatement.” Tim replied. “Reader, can you hear us?” it was all blurry.
You opened your eyes. You were in a dark room, two flashlights making you lose your vision for a couple of seconds, but you could see the outline of two people sitting in front of you.
The voices sounds just like– Tim, and Stephanie.
Why would they be here though?
Where even am I?
That’s when it all came flashing back to you.
The voices in front of you went from concerned to angry, and disappointed.
‘You’re a fucking mistake.’ Tim’s voice harsh.
‘You are so unlovable, holy shit’ Steph this time.
Your feelings went back to 100% in the matter of a second again.
You flew up from the ground, dizziness taking over again, but you paid it no mind, scrambling backwards trying to get away from them.
“No no, Get away from me.” Tears forming in your eyes.
“I don’t wanna go back, please don’t take me back.”
“Woah hey, easy!” Tim reached for you trying not to scare you more than he already had.
Steph hit his shoulder and muttered.
“Don’t try to touch her, it will make everything worse.”
She then turns to you, eye soft, and voice even softer.
“Hey Reader, we only want to help you. I know you might see and hear something else, but we only want to help. I promise.”
You only kept crying, trying to go further away.
Even in the dark you could see shadows loom over you. All of a sudden you were in a circle, the shadows of your family stood around you.
Bruce ‘I should never have brought you here in the first place.”
Jason ‘I never needed you.’
Dick only stared, a disappointed look on his face.
Barbara ‘You disgust me.’
Steph looked right through you, as if she couldn’t see you.
Cass turned away from you.
Alfred ‘I am disappointed in you.’
Duke didn’t even look at you.
Tim only shook his head and Damian turned to walk away.
You cried.
“Let me out, I need out.” You could barely breathe, full on sobbing.
Not knowing about the concern looks you actually got from your siblings.
“Reader, can you hear me? You need to calm down, you're gonna pass out!”
Tim tried to get through the hallucination but to no avail.
“We need to get her out of here, but how?” Steph stood beside him, hands on her hips as she tried to think of how to get you out without worsening your panicking stage.
Tim didn’t get the chance to reply, eyes still glued on to you. You on other hand couldn't do anything but let the dizziness take over completely, too exhausted to cry anymore.
You laid down on your side again, hiding your head, and then you got quiet.
Tim and Steph hurried over to you.
“Reader?” Steph tried as she shook your shoulder slightly.
You were out cold.
They quickly moved to get you out of the building, so that you could get to breathe in something other than toxin.
Tim put a hand on your forehead.
“She’s burning up.” He started.
“We need to carry her back, I’ll just let Oracle know what happened first.”
“Hey Oracle?”
She was quick to reply.
"Yes?”
“We found her and we’re bringing her back, but uhm.”
“Is she alright?” Batman's voice cut through the comms.
Tim rolled his eyes and Steph groaned lightly.
Of course he would already know. Tim thought.
“She’s alive but uhm. She was hit by fear toxin.”
“Is she conscious?" Damian this time.
“Not anymore.”
Damian swore under his breath.
"Okay I’ll send the batmobile your way, it will be easier to get her back like that.”
Oracle replied as she was tapping away on the computer again.
“Thanks O.” Steph this time.
She held your head in her lap, stroking the hair away from your face, that’s when her eyes caught onto something.
She hadn’t seen it inside the dark building but now as you laid out in the snow and the street lights actually made you visible again she saw it and her breath hitched.
Your pale arms and legs full of bruises. Makeup still a bit smudged and your lip bleeding.
You looked so, so thin,and so pale.
When did this happen?
Tim must have seen her face break because he put a hand on her shoulder.
“We’re a family of detectives. How did none of us see this?” Eyes still focusing on you.
I just thought she was tired from school, how did I miss it getting this bad?
Tim stared at you, eye refusing to meet Stephanies as he let out a hoarse.
“I did.”
Steph turned to him.
“What?”
“I noticed, the skipping classes, grades dropping, how she never seemed to have any appetite or how she wouldn’t eat at home anymore.”
He paused, voice almost breaking, just almost.
“I just– I didn’t know how to handle it, how to bring it up.”
They sat quiet for a while, still checking your breathing and temperature while they were waiting for the batmobile.
“Yeah.” Steph said. Tim's gaze turned to look at the blonde whose focus still was on you.
“I guess I noticed too. Not as much as you, but like–.” She tried to find the right words.
“ I noticed how she pulled away from us more and how she stopped laughing.” Then she looked down ashamed.
“I didn’t notice the food thing, or that she was skipping, or how bad it actually had gotten for that matter. I thought she was tired of school.”
Guilt plastered on her face.
Just then the batmobile pulled up, the two vigilantes carrying their sister, bringing her to safety.
Stephanie stayed in the back of the car with you, your head in the blonde's lap.
Stephanie looked down at you, adjusting your blanket a bit.
You didn’t move.
Didn’t react, and that scared her more than the fear toxin had.
Summary: After Poison Ivy escapes, you face cuddle pollen for the first time, faking immunity until eventually your family discovers the harsh truth
Note: Any feedback is appreciated!
They say every rose has its thorns, but some are sharper than others. In your family, you were definitely the rose in the garden. While many roses bloom brightly, others are tangled, sharp, and unable to be plucked. You were of the thornier variety.
Everyone knew you had one of the biggest hearts of anyone, even rivaling your older brother
Dick's reputation, but that heart was buried beneath many layers of attitude, stubbornness, and a sharp tongue. Even if you didn't have as much training as the others, you were the dread of every criminal in Gotham. Essentially, nobody wanted to cross Sparrow in a dark alley at night. Even so, a rose is a rose, and your family loved you, thorns and all, even when those thorns pushed them away.
“You know, I had some math homework due tonight,” you grumbled to your older brother, Dick, as you walked down the dark halls of the abandoned factory. Tonight, Poison Ivy kidnapped the CEO of a large tech startup to stop his plans to build a data center on a field with an endangered species of flowers, threatening to kill him if he didn’t cancel the plans by midnight. The captive was hidden somewhere in an old building in Gotham, as far as Oracle could tell from the ransom footage, but the exact one hadn’t been pinpointed yet, which meant all of you had to head out in teams to find him. Bruce was meeting with Ivy at a rendezvous point to negotiate.
Why did rogues always pick when you were practically drawing in assignments? Honestly, you couldn’t exactly blame Ivy for what she was doing. Not completely, at least, even if you disagreed with the whole threatening part. The problem with Ivy was that she always had a point. After all, the elite’s control grew more and more each day, their greed rooted in everything until it ruined others' lives. Despite the fact that the CEO’s project would force people who lived near the fields to move, nobody would care because he was well-loved and respected among the rich. Usually, the worst people are. People like him were weeds needing to be plucked. While this may seem hypocritical of you to think as the daughter of a billionaire, who else would know how corrupt they were?
Dick shrugged, his voice breaking you from your thoughts. “Come on, stop trying to be so perfect all the time. Don’t you already make straight As? That’s better than I did in college.”
“Maybe, but my professors are not exactly huge fans of me,” you went on. “Especially since I’ve already missed twelve classes this semester because I was up all night saving the city. Don’t even get me started on this one. I disagreed with him on one thing, and now he’s got it out for me-”
“Professors can be know-it-alls,” he said. “But I be-leaf in you.”
“Seriously? I don’t have time for your plant puns right now!” you sighed, nudging him in his side. “Could you lock in?”
Dick held out an arm, shushing you, “Wait, I think I heard something.” Quickly, you grabbed the batarang at your side, glancing around the room for anything.
“I think I hear a perfectionist who needs a serious visit from Mr. Freeze,” he teased, but there was a hint of frustration in his tone. “Because you need to learn to chill.”
Rolling your eyes, you scoffed, “Sorry for caring about my future! At least I’m a self-aware perfectionist.”
Dick stopped in his tracks, turning to face you with a mix of scolding and concern. “You put all of yourself into everything you do, okay? Patrol. Charity work. Grades. Nobody’s putting that sort of pressure on you. At this rate, you’re going to get burned out quickly. Stubbornness will only take you so far.”
Pressure? Irritation rose up in you at the very notion. Of course, you were pressured! Batman was your father! Despite how little you cared for following his orders during patrols, every correction, piece of feedback, and harsh word was carved into your memory, even when he took them back. Words could be forgiven, but never forgotten.
Okay, okay…so logically, you knew Dick had a point. Bruce told you to keep good grades, not perfect ones. After you started attending Gotham University, he assured you that you could take time off from vigilante work unless there was a major emergency. Even offered to hire someone to handle the details of the charity foundation you created until you graduated to make things easier. Yet you insisted on keeping things as they were, maybe to avoid focusing too long on memories you’d rather forget.
“Just promise me you’ll take care of yourself,” he added. Stupid older sibling powers! They always had a way of noticing how you were feeling, no matter how much you tried to hide it. “I know my limits,” you insisted.
With a long sigh, he quietly went to check a few more parts of the factory for the hostage. There was no use in arguing. After all, you were the most stubborn of Waynes.
Footsteps echoed off the walls as you made your way to the other side of the room, looking for anything out of the ordinary. There was something eerie about this place. In the back of your mind, there was a nagging feeling of wrongness. Probably the sleep deprivation. Although why would Ivy pick here? Usually, she would choose a greenhouse or the botanical gardens, so she would have plenty of access to plants if needed to defend herself.
Oracle’s voice came over the comms, “Nightwing and Sparrow, I’ve managed to track the CEO's phone, and he should be at your location. As far as I can tell, he should be somewhere on the second floor.
“Got it,” you nodded. “Anything else?”
“Be careful. This is almost too easy for Ivy,” she warned. “Keep a sharp eye.”
“I’ve already considered that, but we brought our rebreathers if she has any pollen traps set,” you assured. “We’ll be in and out quick.” Turning your line off, you signaled for Dick to follow you up the stairs. The two of you made your way towards the second floor, going carefully. Each step felt heavier than the last, a sense of dread in the air you couldn’t quite place. On the last flight, something caught your eye. An old ad on the wall for rose perfume.
“Nighwing, what sort of factory did this used to be?” you asked.
“I don’t know. I think it was makeup, or perfume, or something,” he shrugged. “Why?”
Perfume. If they formulated the products here, then that meant actual flower petals would have been used to make the scent. Even if the plants here were long dead, even a dried leaf was enough for Ivy’s abilities to work.
Worry crept into his tone, “I know that look. What are you thinking?”
Before you could answer, Bruce’s voice came over the comm line: “Ivy never showed up for our meeting, but the hostage is here.”
“It’s a trap!” you whisper-yelled, glancing around. Ivy must have left the phone here, knowing Oracle would track it to this location. “We have to leave!”
“Get out of there now,” Bruce ordered. “Oracle, notify the others to leave and meet with me.”
Too late. There was a small tug at your ankle, tightening a bit. A vine had wrapped around it, snaking its way up your leg.
Panic spiked in you, the pit in your gut forming a thorny knot. Quickly, you grabbed a knife from your belt and sliced through the root. The scent of flowers hit your nose before you heard her.
“That’s not very nice,” a voice scolded, echoing off the walls.
More vines slithered across the floor from the shadows and climbed up the walls. From the shadows emerged Poison Ivy, red lips upturned in a smirk. Vines curled around her, lined with pink buds full of whatever pollen, no doubt. The thought sent a shiver down your spine. One thing you hated the most was feeling out of control, and her pheromones could make people do all sorts of things. Looks like you were going to have to wing it for now until you could get out. Hopefully, talking would work this time. Ivy tended to be one of the more reasonable of Gotham’s rogues you’d encountered.
The stairs were blocked by her vines, and you were both too far up to jump without breaking anything. Dick seemed to notice as well, tensing for a fight.
“I’m surprised the two of you really thought it was this easy,” she taunted. “The Bat must be getting soft with age, thinking I’d negotiate so easily. Thought you were more clever than that.” For the last words, her eyes were on you. A vine shot out towards you, touching your hair almost teasingly before retreating back.
Another vine shot towards Dick, aiming for his arm. In a blur of metal, you threw a batarang at it, pinning it to the wall before it withered.
“Careful,” she taunted. “Wouldn’t want to see anyone getting hurt, now would we?”
“I don’t miss,” you answered bluntly. The words seemed to tick her off more. If you couldn’t risk a right, then at least you could piss her off with your words. Your words tended to have that effect.
“Can we just talk this out? I don’t understand! You’ve been out of Arkham for over a year now! Things were going well!”
“Understand? I think it’s perfectly easy to understand,” she said in a harsh tone. The vines waved angrily. “The company was going to build an AI data center over an endangered plant! What else could I do?”
“There’s a life at stake here!” Dick pleaded. “We’ve been at this since I was Robin. Can we let this go?”
“Let it go?” she seethed. “It was them or the environment!”
“Seriously? It’s an AI data center?” you asked. “That’s even worse! Honestly, I say screw AI.”
“Don’t tell me you’re taking her side here!” Dick exclaimed, giving you an exasperated stare.
“I mean, it is AI we’re talking about,” you shot back.
Dick sighed, “Look, I get it, but we can’t ignore the hostages!”
“I knew there was a reason you were my favorite of Bat’s birds,” she said, smirking as she leaned on a vine.
Turning back to face her, you went on, “I’ll speak with my father about this and see if Wayne Enterprises can stop him, or outbuy the project! Just let him go, and I’ll find a way to fix this, I swear!”
“Do you really think it’s that easy?” she scoffed. “They’ll only build it somewhere else. Money is all they listen to.”
“There has to be a law, or something,” you tried, realizing how pointless it was. In the end, she was unfortunately right. Things could change if enough people worked together, but the companies would still do damage. “Let me just speak with Wayne Enterprises. They’ll see the wrong in all this and stop the plans, I promise.”
She paused a moment, as if considering it before the familiar anger returned to her eyes.
“Sorry, but I can’t take that risk,” she answered in a low tone, with a hint of sympathy, as if she truly appreciated the offer. Then her smile turned more mischievous. Flowers began blooming. Oh no, you know that look.
“Watch out!” Dick warned, but everything happened too fast. Before you both could put your rebreathers on, clouds of yellow pollen filled the air. Dick tried to block you, but was caught by a vine. The glint of a batarang. Pain filled your side before you realized you had been flung to the floor. A million thoughts filled your head as you tried to focus, adrenaline rushing through you.
Factory. Exits blocked. Too many vines. Get out. Get everyone out safely. Get out.
In the golden, pollen-filled fog, you saw a shadow of a figure on the ground. Great! You had to get to him. Stabbing pain filled your side, but you forced yourself to get up and keep pushing. If your family needed help, you could ignore it for now.
A deep cold settled over you, digging into your bones. It nearly knocked you off your feet, making you stop in your tracks. Everything was cold. The entire world seemed cold, making existence feel like ice, followed by a deep ache in your core. A hollowness that made you want to reach out for warmth.
Wow, Dick had been gone in Bludhaven for a while now, hadn’t he? Maybe you missed him more than you thought. Stephanie gave some of the best hugs. Actually, you hadn’t hugged your little brother Damian in a while. Did Cass need you right now? Bruce’s arms around you. No, your father’s arms around you. The idea felt so, so warm. Warmth, you needed warmth.
Shoot! This was cuddle pollen, wasn’t it? Easily, you brushed the feeling off, letting it slide away as if nothing had happened.
