#dot barrett

May I suggest: when they realize they're in love with you OR... first time they tell you "I love you" with the mashle guys?

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ˡᵒᵛᵉ ⁱˢ ᶠⁱᶜᵏˡᵉ, ᵇᵘᵗ ⁿᵒᵗ ʷⁱᵗʰ ʸᵒᵘ !!

(reader is gn! reader)

mash doesn't consider his feelings for you to be love or not until his friends ask him out of pure curiosity. he knows that he feels something for you, but that's as far as he considers. you make him feel more than most people do, even when you're not doing anything special. if he were to choose spending time with you over making cream puffs, he'd prefer to make cream puffs with you. it's not that fun making them by himself anymore, mash figured.

besides, it's not like mash really knows what love is. there's no solid description of it, but according to his friends, dot especially, it's a strong feeling that makes you want to spend more time with a certain someone or just be near them at any time of the day.

and to mash, he figures he does love you when you poke your head into your dorm room and his heart does a silly jump, but his eyes light up without him knowing. poor mash, not realizing that he's so wrapped around your pinkie that anyone could practically see a dog tail wagging behind him every time he sees you.

Neglected reader x bat family x "god" of love

★ Synopsis: When you stop receiving love at home, there is someone who can love you outside of it.

★ Tags: yandere, bad father,the "god" is not really someone normal, manipulation, death, lies, angst? with a happy ending (i think)

Perhaps in many tales with happy endings, it would begin with "once upon a time"—though often, that "once upon a time" could also bring something sad, unlike many stories where you'd typically be born to a loving mother who cared for you, brought you warmth and happiness before passing away, leaving you to live with your real father. Here, none of that truly happened.

For as long as you could remember, Alfred always told you about your mother. She was your father’s lover, one of the women he planned to marry—a shock in his playboy life. But before he could even slip a ring on her finger, she went into labor. You. His first biological daughter. Your mother knew the risks of the pregnancy, that you might die, but she tried anyway. And when you were born, she held you in her arms, whispered your name, and smiled, praying to any god or entity that you would live—even if it came at a cost. And that cost was her life. The doctors wanted to prioritize her, but she insisted they save you instead. And so, that night, your father, Bruce Wayne, received the news that you had been born—but in exchange, your mother had died in childbirth.

You grew up in that mansion from the moment you came home from the hospital. Your father wasn’t the best, but he tried. He watched you take your first steps, heard your first word—all while operating in the shadows as Batman. You always wore a necklace your mother had placed around your neck before she died in that white hospital bed. You never took it off, not even to bathe or sleep, and Bruce never dared to remove it from you. You ran through those halls with Bruce and Alfred chasing after you, living a safe life as Bruce’s daughter, as his little girl. You were kind, growing up with little love yet still receiving what scraps your father could give, trying to be present even as he played the Dark Knight. You were so innocent, so sweet—Bruce never dared to show you his other face, Batman. You lived unaware that your father slipped out at night to fight crime.

It was just you, your father, and Alfred. Always had been. Until he arrived.

You still remember it—descending the stairs, dressed up and ready for your usual outing with your dear father after your birthday, when he’d taken you to the circus. The day he covered your eyes and ears when it happened, lying about a monster you couldn’t see. He would never let you witness that massacre, that accident.

Holding the railing, you happily skipped down the steps—only to freeze in confusion when your father walked in with a boy beside him. A few years older, you guessed. When you approached them, bewildered, your father just ruffled your hair, saying he’d explain later—but right now, he was busy. And that precious time together slowly eroded. You still got attention, but it felt like Bruce and that boy—Richard Grayson—had grown closer. Like they shared something you didn’t. You still went out with your father, but now he tagged along. It was strange, but also nice—because now you had someone else to play with when Bruce was gone.

At first, Dick was rude, distant—but not entirely. He played with you, even if it always ended too soon because he had to leave with your father. You didn’t understand, but you were happy to have a brother, even if only for a little while.

Then you grew up. And that brother drifted away.

And another came.

Jason Peter Todd. He was better—kinder, sweeter. You read together all the time. You promised to play forever.

But then he was gone, too.

Your father claimed Jason was away for a while. You accepted it.

Now, with your oldest brother distant and your second gone, came the third: Tim Drake.

He wasn’t mean, but he wasn’t kind either. He always told you not to get in the way. You barely spent time together. And even less with your father. Since Jason left, Bruce had grown colder, and with Tim around, your outings stopped completely. Tim never had time. Neither did your father.

You were growing up, and the loneliness weighed heavier each day.

At school, you were shy. You’d hoped Tim might keep you company like Dick (reluctantly) and Jason had. But no—he was with his friends, telling you to stay away.

Time passed. More people came.

You were in high school now, a senior. Graduation was days away.

Walking alone, you spotted him—a boy with bangs, sitting by himself in the cafeteria, headphones on. Nervously, you approached, quietly introducing yourself and asking if you could sit with him. He seemed shocked, stammering as he made space.

From then on, you were friends.

At prom, you two stayed outside the crowd, talking about everything you had in common. And at graduation, when you walked across the stage, you looked out—expecting no one from your family to be there.

But you saw him, waving happily.

And for once, you felt happy.

When the ceremony ended, Alfred arrived in a rush, apologizing—he’d been helping your father, who was "too busy." You knew Alfred had responsibilities, but you were glad he came. You introduced him to your friend, and Alfred was overjoyed to see his little girl had someone.

Time passed. Summer break. College loomed next year.

Things at home were horrible.

Another arrived.

A boy who claimed to be your father’s true son.

Damian.

He was new, and at first, you tried to be kind—only for him to mock you. In his mind, he was the only blood son. You? Just some adopted charity case.

But you were Bruce’s blood. Like it or not, you were Damian’s half-sister.

You tried. But he was cruel. His words cut deep. So you kept your distance.

He didn’t want you around? Fine.

You were weak. You knew that. And Damian rubbed it in, boasting that he could kill you whenever he wanted.

You just accepted it.

He was a child.

And you? You were alone.

Alfred seemed distant now, too.

In that house, you became a ghost.

Until that day.

Damian was in your room. You pushed him out—you wanted space.

Then he ripped off your necklace.

The one thing you’d kept since birth.

You fought for it.

It turned into a brawl—Damian hurling insults until he spat the worst one:

"If it’s true your mother died giving birth to you, then you were born to be a disgrace."

You lashed out, defending her, scrambling for the necklace. You were leaving for college soon anyway.

The fight escalated—until suddenly, Damian grabbed scissors.

And stabbed you.

You froze, staring at him as the family rushed in.

Your broken necklace in your hand.

Everyone made excuses for Damian—until they saw the blood staining your shirt.

Even as you collapsed, the only one who reached for you was Alfred.

After that, you were kept in a private recovery home. Your father refused to take you to a hospital—had to protect the family image.

But one thing haunted you:

What Damian had said.

Not about you. Not about your mother.

But something he bragged about.

Because he wasn’t just Bruce’s son.

No—he was the future Batman.

The newest Robin.

The pieces clicked.

The disappearances since childhood. The revolving door of Robins. Even Jason’s death—his "disappearance."

You realized then:

You were never truly loved in that house.

From the moment you were born, Bruce only did what he did because—like it or not—you reminded him of his own childhood.

So you decided to leave.

Once you healed, you walked out—headed for college.

You’d never really prayed to any god. You had no real religion.

But in college, he appeared again.

Your friend.

Taller now, but still the same.

Popular, yet always by your side.

You never got a canary from your family—but from him, you did.

Maybe you didn’t notice his possessiveness. His obsessiveness.

But it was fine.

He knew about your family. You never lied to him.

So when he convinced you to move into the frat house—away from your family—you agreed.

You trusted him.

And… well, you’re not sure how it happened.

But he loved you.

And you loved him back.

No—you worshiped him.

Because he showed you love.

He made you see him as a god.

And you?

You were his precious little lamb.

One day, while shopping, someone called your name.

Dick.

You ignored him.

He tried to talk to you—until he saw your necklace.

Not the one from your mother.

A new one.

A symbol.

The same symbol Dick had seen when Tim showed the others the files on a rising serial killer.

Dick tried to ask about it.

You just walked away.

Your friend—no, your beloved—made you understand:

Your family didn’t deserve you.

You didn’t need them.

You only needed him.

His love.

Because just as he’s loved you since the day you met, you love him—and will love him for eternity.

That’s what he does.

That’s what he was made for.

Love.

He loves you.

And you love him.

The news of your necklace made your family suspicious. They demanded answers.

And your beloved didn’t like that.

So one night, he asked you to come with him.

He revealed himself.

And asked you to leave with him—for his home, far from your family.

Behind you, your family stood in their uniforms, watching.

Batman—no, your father—tried to speak.

But you turned away.

Taking your beloved’s hand.

As he spread his wings, wrapping them around you in an embrace before vanishing—smirking in triumph at your family.

Who finally realized:

They had just lost you.

And this time—

It was forever.

to be in love with you is to adore you. worship you. to cherish whatever is there about you. to make there sole existence about you and only you.

note: finally writing for mashle and a new addition to my collection!

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ MASH BURNEDEAD !

he likes how smart you are. if he makes up for the strength then you complete him with your intelligence. he loves how everything becomes easy with you. how he doesn’t have to completely rack his one brain cell to do something when he has you. he likes to rely on you — which he doesn’t realise he does. he absolutely adores how quick witted and brilliant you are. he 1000% trust your decisions without a second thought.

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ LANCE CROWN !

he absolutely adores the way you are so caring. so kindhearted and tender. so warm and gentle. most of his life he was not as cared for as his sister was, so when he found himself returning to you again and again to get his wounds fixed and healed. he became attached to your caring attitude. in no time he was absolutely down bad for you. he would time and time again find himself under your care and he wouldn’t deny that he liked every bit of attention he ever got from you.

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ FINN AMES !

it’s your patience. the way you give him time to calm himself down after a breakdown or a crash out. you would sit beside him and just give him all the time in the world to compose himself. he wondered why you have stayed for he was not someone who didn’t fear anything, he was a crybaby yet you would sit with him through it all, like an understanding and patient being. he can only wonder how much patience you hold. how calmly you do things. he can’t help but find himself attached to the comfort you bring.

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ DOT BARRETT !

let’s be honest. he likes cute girls. has a thing for damsel in distress but gosh it’s just something about a woman who could fend for herself that is just too hot — he denies that he doesn’t find strong women hot. he is a big fat liar. he is absolutely taken with how fearless you are. that fighting spirit of yours just turns him on, sending shivers down his spine. the way your hold your ground when fighting it’s just so cool. he could never take his eyes off you. gosh, he is absolutely smitten with you.

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ KALDO GEHENNA !

he is undoubtedly in love with your cooking more than he in love with you. but there is a reason he absolutely adores your cooking is because of his sweet tooth. he likes to pair almost everything he eats with syrup or honey, so when you had for the first time during your relationship cooked him a hearty meal that had the use of sweet syrup he was absolutely smitten. he has almost eaten all the foods you cook. it just satisfies his stomach and his sweet tooth. since than he has stopped pairing combos and eats whatever you cook — except for the sushi and syrup combo he snacks on time to time.

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ ORTER MADL !

he doesn’t like to accept such trivial things but he adore the way you perceive things. it’s just your ability to read through everything and be able to have a broader perspective upon almost anything. it must be this inability his, to perceive things, that makes him find how insightful it could be to see things with a perception such as yours. he is always interested in how you see through things and are able to decipher and break it down for him. he always comes to you for a second opinion when he is not sure of himself at times. he would never accept it but when he hears you talk to him to fix the estranged relationship between him and his brother. he dreams to try. he wills to change.

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ RAYNE AMES !

there are many things he likes about you, but there is this one thing in particular that he seems to adore about you. it is but the way you seem to remember the even most trivial of things he chooses to ignore. you keep track of everything and by everything he means from the smallest detail to the biggest detail are but remembered by you without a doubt. you are but a great sport when he forgets his brother’s birthday or a divine visionary meeting. he likes how you resemble a guiding light for you show him the path and clear out the obstacles, that are not clear to him but to you they stand like thorns in his way and you finish them before he could. you are but his special person.

reo, dot, renji, otoya, denji, orter, grimmjow, ikkaku, kaldo, yoshida, wirth, kishibe, slursagi, rin, sae, katsuki, hitoshi, dabi. additionally the uchiha + senju clan boys.

Ahhhh Happy birthday to my favorite prince 🩵🩵🩵