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Reader!mother X Yandere Batfamily X neglected! Y/n daughter

It was only after dying that you realised the world you inhabitated was from an old school Y/n neglected X Batfamily fanfic.

Perhaps it was some Divine intervention or something that despite losing your physical body in the accident, your spirit remained and clung to your daughter. 

Your daughter was the protagonist of the Fanfic.

You watched heartbroken, how that man and his family trampled your daughter’s emotions. That man’s eldest made promises he could not keep, lied excessive to the point you could feel anger rise in your chest. 

The second brat died due to joker and that man's incompetence. Pathetic

The third one was cold to the point you could feel it sweep under your dead lungs. 

The forth brat kept his distance but you knew from your experience that he was hiding something.

The fifth brat was a pickle. There were so many times you had begged every single dirty to somehow get you your physical body back. You wanted to smack the arrogance and idioticy out of him. 

That man's daughters were similar in regard to him, keeping their distance and giving your little daughter some hope through kind acts - like giggling and helping with a project once or twice. 

But that was it. That was as far as they went. 

But that man,Bruce Wayne, that scum of a man whom you had shared one night with, the same one that was your little baby's favorite superhero as a kid, was the one that dimmed her the most. 

You could only watch wretching misery as your daughter drew up into a shelll of a person. At eighteen she packed her bag and left. 

You remember cheering in your spirit form, grinning happily as she made friends and started to show a little light. 

But those bastards had the audacity to call back. 

No, more prominently it was none other than Alfred pennyworth, that did this. You knew the man who helped raised so many vigilantes and raised Batman himself couldn't be ordinary. 

Oh it made your blood boil. 

And now as you watched your daughter hesistaly extend her hand back and let them engross her in words of love and bullshit, you wanted to scream. 

Dick - that name was in the literal sense, you half supported his dead parents for being better sports and giving him a name that he represented - locked your daughter in a hug meeting his father's eyes. 

You could only watch helplessly as they drugged your daughter out of her mind and made her their little dove. She trusted them, she trusted them! —you were going to murder them. 

Clenching your fist, your glared, “ One chance God. I'll give my daughter what she actually deserves.”

Then suddenly a light surrounded you and jerked up from the bed. “ Mommy—?” That little fragile voice made you still. You locked eyes with your daughter, clearly younger. 

Eight… ten maybe

You didn't know but—

You put a gentle smile over your face and opened your arms. She cried and hugged your helplessly. You patted her back till she fell asleep. 

Looking over at your phone, there were three months left before a DNA test showed Y/n was the billionaire's daughter. 

Six till you died. 

Looking over at the clock ticking you had made your mind. 

Those bastards were going to pay hell. 

To be continued... (Maybe???)

Reader!mother X Yandere Batfamily X neglected! Y/n daughter

Prologue : You die remembering you had been reborn and lived as the mother of the neglcted Y/n Wayne from the popular fanfic troupe of Neglected! Reader & Yandere Bat family. After painstaking cursing them in your ghost form, you end up back in time before it all happened. What joy!

<- Prologue // Next ->

Chapter 1 :

The pan sizzled as the cooking oil was poured over the surface, the shell of the egg cracked under the two hands, landing in a bowl with chopped spring onions, olives and mushrooms.

The smell of spices rose as the omelette was plated with two sausages on the side. You hummed, placing the food to look like cute characters in a book. Your daughter would love this.

“ Sweetie, food's ready!”

Tiny footsteps rang through the apartment, becoming louder and louder followed by your daughter's excited sound. You chuckled, eyeing the discarded toys in the other room, with hands over your waist.

Oh well, the kid can clean up after eating.

“ Mommy!” She said, with a huge smile that stretched her mouth far and wide. She resembled a sunshine, you thought.

“ Did you wash your hands?” You said, eyeing her. She shook her whole head. “ Yes!”

“ Alright, take a seat honey.”

Your daughter noded and began to eat.

You smiled, sitting on the other end of the small round table, seemingly lost in thought. The sound of cutlery clicked as she used a fork to pick a sausage and bit into it.

It had been three days since you woke up. A decade of your daughter's future being by the side of your ghost.

You picked up your own fork and knife.

Your mind still hadn't adjusted. Headaches were constant since you woke up. The manager was an old lady, who had granted you two days leave after you talked her over.

Since then, you'd been planning.

You've looked at the dates, checked the newspaper, searched for housing and rent online, tapped into your saving account and even kept tabs on the allusive billionaire.

Bruce Wayne.

The newspaper was cripped over the counter, seemingly abandoned, dating back to yesterday's news. He'd just adopted his new kid. Tim drake.

The child of the late Drake family that was kidnapped and murdered by joker. It had made the headline, causing more panic among the elite.

It was laughable really. Living in Gotham was a death sentence, was it really a surprise someone died? You scoffed inwardly, slicing the omelette.

Eight children living under his Guardianship,and he still couldn't give your daughter love until she'd left and moved on.

Classic of him to ruin lives. Your fork stabbed the sausage on your plate.

“ Mommy.” The child like voice rang. You blinked, looking back at your daughter who'd stopped eating.

Her eyes were wide, shoulders hunched and arms still. She asked with furrowed brows, “Is the food bad.”

“ W-Why would you think that honey?”

She pointed with her hand. “ You haven't eaten a bite yet.”

You glanced over, the food infront of you was cut and passed around. Completely different from how you'd so painstakingly decorated it and made it look decent.

“ I'm sorry sweetie.” You said, using the fork and biting into a huge chuck of omelette and sausage. You smiled, “ Mommy was a little lost in her thoughts. Let's eat together, alright?”

“ Okay !” She said, resuming her eating.

The prick remained in your chest as you watched her eat. Her eyes looked bright, the cheeks full and soft, smile not having faded. Just how much had those bastards ruined this child.

Your hand tightened into a fist.

Years, years of torment and neglect.

If it were up to you now, you'd have left Gotham by now. But like every other American state and city, the debt and house rent was crippling.

You'd just have to find some way out.

The breakfast ended with no other occurrences.

You stopped out with your daughter, dressed in her uniform ready to head to school. Her bag pack jittered as she jumped while walking.

You smiled following her.

Y/n , my daughter.

—- – —-

“ Master Dick.”

The older professional voice carried through the stiff halls of the Mansion, dark and echoing with pain. Pieces of glass and furniture remained scattered over the ground, broken with shards sharp, frisk.

The figure was over the ground, black hair covering the eyes, shoulders depressed, chest rapidly moving up and down. He sat at the centre of a pool of shards, some stabbing into his own skin.

He opened his mouth, closed it, opened it again ready to say something before shutting it again.

Alfred slowly walked closer and bent down, hand patting the back with gentle strokes. The wrinkles under the eyes and the forehead fully creased. “Please son, you're bleeding. ”

Dick's teeth bit into his own lips, digging nails deep into his thigh. His voice came out hoarse, barely a mummer. “Jason was bleeding too.”

The arm over his back stopped in its movements before resuming it's action. There was nothing left to be said. Alfred gently lifted the boy from the ground and brought him to the sofa, carefully avoiding the shards.

His hands carried the first aid box, moving with decades of experience and desperation. Dick remained passive, not responding.

His eyes remained on the book sitting over the table.

Pride and prejudice.

The first copy with signature.

The one… Jason cherished.

His hand leaned in forward, stopped and returned back to his side. His blue eyes hazy as Alfred did the final bandage around his shoulder.

“W-Why…didn't he tell me,Alfred?” he shot.

“ Why did Bruce keep it away from me? Why did have to be Jason who died. ”

His blue eyes searched for something. A word, anything that could explain why his brother was six feat under and not by his side.

Alfred's neck moved up and he met the boy's eyes. The emotion in them resembled one a boy two decades ago, the ambulances voice in the background was frozen into his memories.

“ I'm sorry.” he said, pressing his palm over the boy's shoulder.

The laughter of a fifteen year old boy would never echo again. Dick knew that from the moment he stepped back on earth and felt the air to be different. More suffocating, more bloody, more pained.

Dick couldn't help but let the tears fall.

TBC..

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Reader!mother X Yandere Batfamily X neglected! Y/n daughter

Prologue : You die remembering you had been reborn and lived as the mother of the neglcted Y/n Wayne from the popular fanfic troupe of Neglected! Reader & Yandere Bat family. After painstaking cursing them in your ghost form, you end up back in time before it all happened. What joy!

<-Chapter 1 // Chapter 3->

Chapter 2 :

The walk to the Gotham elementary school was merely fifteen minutes. 

Tiny feet and a head filled with nothing but bright thoughts and a warm smile remained on your daughter's cheeks. Her little arms swung as she walked, leaping with the bag pack on her back. 

The sun was bright. One of the rare days when mother Gotham decided to spare its residents from the normal clouds or shallow darkness. Other people were walking on the streets, some families, other corporate workers, and children were rushing to their schools. 

It was a particularly nice day. 

You couldn't help but let yourself relax for a moment. Your steps slowed, shoulders loosened and eyes dazed yet still focused on the surroundings. 

“ Mommy, hurry up!” Y/n said, turning her whole body and waving with loud and affectionate splendor. You could see those cheeks puff up and a smile break over your own face. “ Yes yes, coming.”

Her eyes glittered in the light and the blue hue looked even prettier. And just for a moment, his eyes reflected in hers. Dark, broading, lost in pain - the arms that caressed your back and bit into your neck. 

You staggered. Breath caught somewhere in between. 

Your hand tightened into a fist. 

Looking up, your daughter blinked back. Small, you thought. 

Your nails dig deep into your palm. So small. 

Yet those bastards were truly inhumane. Vigilantes my foot. Your daughter deserved so much better. If only you hadn't died. You were going to—

You felt a tug at your forearm, looking down - your daughter was holding onto your sleeve pulling it. She had that look she got when she was trying to gauge your mood. You look in a breath and put on a smile. 

Now wasn't the time. 

“ Let's go, Honey.” You said, your daughter looked reluctant. Would you look at this child, you couldn't help but swallow, she must have seen the sadness in your eyes. She changed her face, jerking it to show you she was fine and she hoped you were too. 

By the time you and Y/n arrived at the school, the bell had already rung.Though just by the amount of children still in sight, it must have just rang.. Sounds of footsteps rang as far as they could with a rowdy bunch of children together. 

“-Hurry-! ” 

“-I didn't do my homework. Hey, Luke, let me borrow yours-!” a child's voice sputtered. 

Another child scoffed, before rushing in. “-As if, do your own-”

“-Children, make way to classes-” The teacher said. 

Your daughter's eyes looked over the scene with no particular emotion. Her hand still gripped yours. Your eyes softened, you held onto it gently as well. 

You greeted the teacher standing at the entrance and patted your daughter's head. “ I'll pick you up when classes end. Have a good day sweetie.” She agreed before running off.

You could spot her taking the hand of another girl and a few other children surrounding them before the teacher ushered them away. 

Cute. 

Saying goodbye to the teacher you walked off. 

The lips faded, a bit of a smile remained. You checked your watch. It was 9:30am. 

The cafe isn't too far. You can arrive if you hurry. 

The building stood before you, not too crowded yet not empty either. It was well known enough that locals or regulars were the main source of the crowd. You entered the cafe as the bell over the door rang. 

“-Welcome customer-” 

The figure sat at the corner of the room. Light hitting over the slender pale wrist, fingers tapping in rhythm. Black hair breezed back in a flutter, sitting over the shoulders and resting just below the chest. The other hand raised the cup and took a sip before setting it down. 

“ Rosette.” 

The woman's face turned and her black eyes narrowed. The golden strands of colour that stood out in her overall black hair dipped over her face. Your eyes met hers as you took a seat. “ (Name).” She said, 

Your back pressed against the seat, legs crossed and arms over the table. “ How have you been ?” you asked. 

“ Perfectly well. As one would be.” She grazed. 

“ I see.” You took a sip of coffee she'd ordered for you. Sweet. Just as you liked it. 

Her brows furrowed, “...First you suddenly—now-” You knew what she wanted to ask. The way she stopped, changed her words , wasn't anything you didn't expect. But those words slipped your mouth before you could stop them. 

She pushed her back and yanked the cup of tea quickly before setting it down and looking at you. That tea had got to be warm, still, this girl. 

You picked up a napkin and passed it to her. “Here.”

She whipped her face, red flashing her ears. Her eyes narrowed in complaint. “ What happened?” She finally said, losing the previous child-like softeners.

“-- I know you wouldn't contact me so suddenly without reason. Not after that…elder sister.” The last words leave her mouth as if she had tasted something bitter. 

“ You know me well, Rose.” You used her childhood name. 

You inwardly felt a heap of regret. No, it was more. Regret was too small of a word. Your eyes flickered to your watch again. 

Tick 

“ Is it money?” She hesitated. You said nothing. 

Tick

She held the napkin and wrinkles started to form from how tightly it was held. “ Is your daughter hard to care for now?...” She continued. “ After you left mom, dad and me. She-” She scoffed yet the hint of hurt echoed through. 

“ Sister—-”

Tick

You looked up , met her gaze unwavering and just as you did, the ground shook with trembling waves. The glasses and cup clattered. Some hit the ground. 

It stopped. 

She looked at you, shivering and your jaw jerked. 

‘-- It's just been reported that five of the felon Penguin's bombs went off. The number of casualties are currently over 30, injured amounts remain unknown but it's estimated to be in hundreds-” The news anchor voice blended in with chatter of people getting up and stabilizing themselves. 

You let out a breath you didn't know you were holding. Your sister looked as if you were a ghost. You were before, literally but you did it. The smile overtook your face. You prevented her from being there. 

She wouldn't be one of the Casualties. 

Your face bent down, hand over hand, shoulders hunched - it worked. 

It worked. 

Rosette got off her chair and with arms still trembling she grasped yours. “You're bleeding, stupid!” She said, the tremor in her voice ranged. She looked over at one for the part-timers and asked them to bring first aid. 

She looked pained as she tended to you. But all your mind felt was you stopped her accident. You knew well how Y/n ended up meeting that man. 

It was three months after your sister's accident. Two weeks after you'd rejected her invitation to meet, to at least let mom and dad in your and your daughter’s lives. But you were stubborn. 

The shame of that one night and those pained eyes were too much. 

You were the last one to arrive at the hospital. You still remembered the sound of machine beeping and your mother's screams. The glass had plunged into the area just above her clavicle, avoiding the major artery by pure miracle. 

The doctor—

Your eyes moved to your sister who was holding your wrist, tending to a small little scar that would stop if you left it for a few seconds. Your pupils dilated and you grasped her shoulders. 

“ What are you-” She tried to say.

“ You're the one bleeding.” 

“ What.” her eyes followed and just like you said, she was bleeding but it was worse. Far worse than you. But luckily it wasn't as much as then–

You took up the cotton and applied the alcohol swipe. She hissed in pain. “ I'm fine-” She tried to say. “ Rose, be quiet.”

She bit her lips, holding back another hiss. “ Fine.”

A thought ran thought your head and headache followed. Don't interfere with fate. What is to happen ,shall, even with intervention. Don't make it worse for yourself. 

You stopped before going back to tending to her. 

Maybe, you swallowed inwardly .

You didn't finish that thought. 

TBC.. 

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Yandere Batfamily X Neglected! Reader X Yandere Superfamily

Y/n Wayne was a name whispered back in the shadows of Gotham's socialites, a small meek name, meant to not have any importance if the last name Wayne wasn't added with it.

The daughter of Thomas and Martha Wayne, the cursed one that was abandoned by her only brother and family. The one that people would give looks of pity before looking away with a sigh.

Because how dare you tarnish that great name?

You weren't the only one who lost your parents that day. Your brother did too! The successor, the brilliant Bruce Wayne , the one who could never do anything wrong. He recovered so why didn't you?

You were thirteen, while your brother was closer to eighteen for heaven sake! What were they expecting?

God but you tried, you tried so hard. Picked yourself up, when the world was failing you. Studied hard, smiled, did charity, everything to somehow gain your brother's love whom you haven't even seen smile before.

You kept on begging him to spare you some love, because you were scared and so lonely.

Time passed, till one day he seemed to have forgiven you. He gently patted you on the head. His eyes even softened.

“ I-I’m sorry…” You mumbled under tears.

They swelled up so quickly.

“ You're not at fault.. I-” He stiffened, the shadow covering his face that contoured into one of pain, “...-was too stubborn and stupid to blame you for something you couldn't control.”

“Don't cry.” He added, rubbing your back but you only cried harder. He looked back at Alfred for help who gave him a wink before looking away.

“ I'm here...” he whispered finally, you hugged him so tight in response, that both of you lost balance and fell on each other.

Alfred watched from the corner, sighing fondly , gazing at the Family portrait - your parents, Bruce and you who was but a toddler. Looks like his master and mistress could rest easy.

It was like a dream had come true for you, you could finally be loved and have your brother with you.

But then like the clock hit midnight in Cinderella's tale, the magic ended for you too.

Your brother who had grown so much and today was celebrating his eighteenth birthday and debut to society , announced he was leaving for a healing trip.

You remember being stunned and feeling such an incredible sense of fear. People whispered and talked loudly of what they had heard but you still could grasp when your brother had decided such a thing.

Your confused and shocked eyes met his, he turned away and didn't look back.

“ Was this truly the right decision, Master Bruce?” Alfred asked in the hallway, his eyes tracing back to the ballroom, where you stood, ready to cry.

Bruce passed him without looking. “...It …was..”

Your brother left the very next morning. From there till the next eight years, Alfred was your only company. Bruce would send him some letters from his different resort or locations and let him know how everything was going.

You remember asking Alfred to see them, only for him to shake his head and sadly sigh. “ I'm sorry Miss Y/n, Master Bruce strictly told me not to let you read them.”

It was only years later that you learned, it wasn't a trip but rather him training under world masters to become stronger. No wonder Alfred hid it from you.

Your brother had returned when you turned eighteen yourself and tried to enter in your life again. But you were tired and pushed him away.

“ Leave me alone!” You had yelled, running away. Guilt pooling in your chest , tearing falling down but the adrenaline was too much to mark you standing still.

You didn't see your brother for days after that.

Then one day, as you sat in your room reading, a knock on your door came. You opened the door to be greeted with Alfred holding an envelope. “Alfred?”

“ Miss Y/n, Master Bruce sent this for you.” He handed you the envelope. You broke the seal and took a letter out. Your hand tightened around the paper , he got some nerve.

I've arranged for us to attend this show together. You don't have to force yourself to come, I just thought it would be nice. The tickets are in the pamphlet. - B.W

You compellated how to reject this so-called invitation when his hurt face flashed in your mind.

No

But-

He doesn’t deserve your time.

Maybe he was broken too?

He left you alone.

He needed healing-

He could've taken you!

You're being selfish- he looked hurt

Shut up! Just shut up-!

A cough from Alfred broke you out of your thoughts, gaining your attention. “ Your answer, Miss Y/n? ”

You clenched your jaw, handing the envelope back to him, taking the tickets out. “Tell him I'll be there.” How bad could it possibly be? You closed the door without another word.

That turned out to be one of the worst decisions of your life. You really couldn't enjoy anything without tragedy striking could you?

The flying Graysons fell and lost their wings, the little bird's cries echoed through the circus as people ran screaming, thinking it was another attack in Gotham.

Your brother was nowhere to be found

You were hyperventilating, finding it difficult to breathe, holding onto your chair for your dear life. Count to six, You needed to breathe…

One

Two

three

“ Haa-haa four, five….six..” You closed your eyes and counted again. Soon your heart called down and you felt like your breathing had normalised.

You awoke to your brother standing in the middle of the Circus calming the young boy crying and weeping for his dead parents.

Your instincts told you what was going to happen with the way he bent down and covered the child with his coat and talked with Gordon. You couldn't say there was something that was hurting deep inside you, but you pushed it away.

That night made your brother the person he was today.

You were twenty eight when you finally had enough, most people would've left or moved cities years ago but you had remained.

It might've been the budding hope that things would get better or your brother would keep trying after you ignored him for the fifth time, but he stopped.

Maybe you weren't worth it anymore for him.

Your existence was forgotten in itself.

Your current eight nephews and nieces, yes including Barbara even if she wasn't officially adopted, enjoyed time in your absence with their father. You now knew why...

Something that could be so easily found out if you paid attention or healed enough. Ironic really. A mere slip of tongue by one of your nephews as they joked while watching a movie in the home theatre, revealed everything.

You had laughed loudly on returning to your room before flaking on your bed and crying dead for hours. “ They couldn't even trust me…?..”

You were such a fool.

That's why you left and moved to Metropolis without another word.

Why did you think they trusted you ?

Of course they wouldn't!

Your small efforts, hidden care, even signs of affection meant nothing to them. Dick, Barbara and Jason who were close to you had changed long ago.

You weren't even informed of Jason's trip with your brother and his sudden death. When you had asked how he had ended up in a bomb location, your brother had shook his head.

Asking Dick or Barbara had yielded the same results.

Dick's face gave a painful blemish of regret and fear, his lips were trying to smile but his eyes showed a mixture of tears and resentment. He then proceeded to hug you and said not to ask more.

You heeded his wishes, even if you wanted the truth.

When you had visited Barbara, you swore she was crying just seconds prior - her eyes red and swollen, her lips badly cut as if she was holding herself back.

“Y/n…” She had whispered.

You couldn't bring yourself to make her break up more than she already looked.

Now as you stared at your reflection in the window of a cafe near the metropolis tower, self reflection was your biggest companion.

The waiter dropped coffee next to the table, you thanked him and began working on your project.

Your work served as a nice distraction. In the past month since you moved here, you've gotten many unknown calls, probably by your nephews and nieces.

But you had no intention of answering. You had blocked them all for a reason and were moving on with your life.

They wanted to be vigilantes and put their life in danger without you ever knowing and keep you away, well then good for them.

You were staying away now.

You picked up the cup to drink your coffee and took a sip when in a blink of an eye people began to fall in pain. Electric current appeared and surrounded the cafe, explosions followed.

Then you heard a menacing laugh that could only be of one of the villains from your experience in Gotham.

The man appeared and people started running. You blended in the crowd and made your way out. A few people got caught in another explosion while you bent down in time, luckily avoiding it.

That's the place where you met Batman's friend and Metropolis’s hero.

Superman

____________________________________

Lois Lane had returned to her husband's hometown Kansas with her children and new friend for early vacations.

It wasn't wrong to say she wasn't surprised with being introduced to the little kid she's been seeing in articles and magazines, since she barely started out as an intern.

Her husband had a knack for it after all.

Y/n Wayne ,a name she and her husband had read, heard and written about countless times as journalists. It wasn't completely out of the pocket to say she was more popular than Bruce Himself.

But the name that was admired for being an icon for emo during your teens and unfortunate child and adult during your twenties - hid who you were, your scars and what you had potential to become.

Louis was so grateful that Clark had befriended you. She couldn't imagine life without you right now. You were a joy to be around. Lois mused joyfully as her two sons - Conner and Jon - played with you.

Jon and you had tag teamed and were spraying Conner with the water gun, while he was yelling at you both to stop. The poor boy barely dodged his brother's attack when you shooted him from behind the back.

He let out a squeak that made you both burst into laughter.

“ What you doing Louis?” Her husband's arm came resting near her waist as he bent down his other hand on the table. Lois peeked his cheek , “ Look ahead, farm boy.” her eyes telling him to look forward.

Clark smiled. “ Y/n looks like she's having fun...” his eyes - bright and joyful for you. You deserved all the love and fun after everything you've gone through

Lois sighed, waving her hand in the air, “ Blast!? The girl's having a ball Clark!” she raised her hand to his cheek and met his eyes head on. “ So stop worrying about our little girl will you now?”

He didn't miss the word ‘our’ that his wife added. He knew how protective she was of you. It had boiled Lois and his blood when she told them how neglected she felt. Lois and he had been taking her to therapy for weeks now.

His eyes softened, as he responded to the touch with a loving kiss.“ She's twenty eight Lois. I don't think she'd like to be called a little girl.” Clark giggled adding.

Lois rolled her eyes, “ Whatever lets you sleep at night loverboy.”

“ I thought I was your husband.”

She grinned, “ Who knows~”

“Oh my God, I can't ignore this anymore-MOM, DAD WE CAN SEE YOU BOTH-” Both of them froze at Conner's voice.

Turning back , You and Jon were looking at them avoiding eye contact. While Conner looked so grossed out, you might as well throw him in a jar of magic potions.

Both of them practically jumped away from each other. Lois could feel the heat rise behind her ears. She coughed, “ Yeah, w-well your father and I were waiting for you guys to finish your game. Now that you have, let's get inside for lunch shall we?”

Clark nodded vigorously. “ Let's go inside, kids!” . . . Lunch at the Kent household was a chaos incarnate, it reminded you so much of your original family's dinner time. Times when they weren't busy being vigilantes or lying to you.

Clark passed you some turkey and you took it gratefully. Everyone was eating food, when a notification suddenly went off on Conner's phone.

Then suddenly a call came.

At first, he ignored it and shut it off but it kept on ringing. At last He picked it up, saw the caller and excused himself.

You were sure you heard him shout, which was rare to be of anger and then he barged outside and flew away.

What was that all about? __________________________________

Fingers tapped impatiently on the keyboard, eyes scanning and reading information so quickly it would be impossible for an ordinary human. It was dark in the cave but the Bat computer gave all the light the cave needed.

Ears perked up as the picked up noise and the figure rose. Conner landed inside the Cave, confusion and anger wide on it.

“ Tim, where are you !” was what Conner wanted to say in rage before he felt something stab him in his shoulder which was followed by a punch to his face.

He landed and hit one of the cave’s walls brutally. Coughing and squeezing his shoulder he got up and tried to ask why the hell was going on, before he was hit again.

Tim kept on hitting him till Conner felt he couldn't move anymore and then he clenched his collar and looked him dead in the eye.

“ Why is she with you?” he asked.

“ W-” realization hit him.

Conner, who was beaten to the last mile of his life, took a minute to answer. He coughed and spit out some blood.

“ You're got some nerve asking me why YOUR aunt is with us. ” Another punch followed him to the gut. Conner hissed in pain before speaking.

“ Why are you curious why she prefers us and not you? Is that why you asked me to spy on her? -” Tim hit him again, “ Shut up Conner- answer the damn question!”

Conner coughed, glaring at his best friend like he was a stranger. “ I have nothing to answer to you, Tim.”

“You guys are the one that lied to her and-” , he threw Tim’s hand away from his collar and head butted him, “-now if that wasn't enough you think making me betray her trust will make her like you?”

Tim hissed at the pain sent to his head and held his forehead. “ Just shut up! What the hell do you know! We've been trying to protect her-”

“ Protect her from whom ?”

“...joker- he can't know about her-”

Conner laughed, “ You're saying you were scared to let her know the truth because of that clown!? You're a fucking dumbass-” he got up forcing the kryptonite crystal in his shoulder out.

“ You know she misses you alot.”

“ What?” He asked like he couldn't believe that you would care for someone you'd spent six years around.

Conner ran his hand through his hair,, “Did you really think she's all jolly and joyful inside? We can see it, Tim…”

Sighing he added, “ Mom, Dad, Jon and even krypto - our dog - sees her sadness, you're supposed to be her family but you betrayed her trust by hiding the truth from her. You exclude her! You think you're protecting her but you're clearly causing her pain!”

“ -Just why don't you talk to her once and apologize?” He muttered.

Tim didn't know what to say. He clenched his fist, “ We've tried… she doesn't want to see us, all our numbers are blocked. She's even refusing to see Jason or Duke! And they were her favourite-”

“ So you gave up and decided that putting cameras in every single place she was, stalking her and spamming her emails was a great idea..?”

“...” Tim turned his head away, “ Hiding won't help you..” Conner said softly, turning his friend to look at him, his eyes reflecting the mess of a state Tim was. “ I can't promise that she will forgive you, that's not my place to say but-”

He wiped the tears falling down, “-At least you won't live with the regret that you didn't try..” conner winked and ruffled his hair, “ Now what do you say we get that emotionally constipated family of yours some lessons and go visit Y/n?”

“...hmm..” Tim melted in his touch. _______________________________

“ Do you think our Aunt will forgive us, Grayson?” Dick stilled at his younger brother's words, his grip on the steering wheel tightening. He looked back and made a sound that would come off as a chuckle to ordinary people.

“ What made you ask that little D?” He said with fake brightness, Damian caught on to it easily and didn't at all like the way his brother tried to shift the topic. He instead decided to question Jason sitting on the other front seat.

“ What do you think Todd?”

Jason turned back and looked at him, his eyes flickering between Cassandra, him and Tim. “ I don't know, kid. But we'll find out.” He said, relaxing into his chair - his hands folded around his head in triangles, “ So stop worrying about it.”

“ But what if she wishes to cut contact with us completely? She's already left the house !” He said looking at Tim, “ shouldn't we at least discuss the plan before following Timothy's thief friend's advice-”

“ Damian-”

“ Those degenerates are the ones who stole her!”

“ Calm down Damian-” Cassandra pressed her hand on his shoulder.

“ You can't possibly expect me to- not when I-we could lose my aunt forever!” Damian added, snatching his hand back from Tim who tried to pull his back.

“ You all are cowards-” Damian yelled, “ Cowards- that's why you couldn't tell her the truth-!”

“ BE QUIET, DAMIAN!” Dick screamed from the driving seat, hitting the break with such force that all their heads hit the car's roof with great recoil. Dick breathing hardened and he took several deep breaths.

“ Dick don't lose control.” Barbara warned from the comm.

“ I know, you don't need to tell me.” He mumbled before looking at all his siblings. He tried but failed at keeping his composure. His eyes were the biggest testimony of that.

“ D-Damian…please just..” His head resided on the steering wheel. “..Don't just- let's not give up- Y/n's always loved us and she'll give us a chance if we see her. So we can't stop hoping.”

Damian stared intently, “.... I hope your words can meet up with reality instead of delusions…” he added before closing his eyes and taking a nap.

The rest of the road trip was suffocating till they reached Kansas. ______________________________

Duke got out of the car and breathed in relief. Finally they had arrived, he thought Riding with Dick was a bad idea well Barbara and Bruce were definitely a joy to be around.

There was a pun intended. Those two were worse than hell. Spare Stephanie, she actually tried to make it bearable.

He gaped back at the farmhouse in awe. Its beautiful and strong frame passed an imposing feeling for those that stood in front of it. “ First time here Duke?” Barbara asked.

“ Yeah..”

She smiled softly, which had an outlook of sadness, “ You'll like it here.” He didn't miss when she whispered ‘like her.’

As he passed by the farm field he heard doors slamming,he blinked, looks like his other siblings had arrived too. This was going to be either the worst day on earth or nothing.

There was no in between in Duke's opinion.

His eyes wandered to the figure standing In front of the house near the farm.Clark Aka Superman, Lois Lane, their sons and

You

Duke's breath hitched and he swore he heard all of his siblings and their adopted father's heart beat raise at her sight too. Their eyes softened like wax on heating.

“ Y/n…” he heard Bruce call.

Your eyes, which used to be kind, looked at them as if they were strangers and Duke was sure he heard one of his siblings take a deep breath. “ Bruce.” You said, not hiding the hint of hate.

Bruce took a step forward and you pulled backwards. Clark stepped in between you two.

“ Bruce, why don't we go inside and talk.”

“ Fine-”

“ No Clark,” You said, moving in front of him, meeting your brother eye to eye. “ I'll talk with him and them right here.”

Clark looked distant, looking at Lois and his son Conner for help.

Bruce looked visibly hurt but you ignored it like he did. If he couldn't care to tell you something that could've saved you so much ache and hate, why should you?

“ It's fine, Clark.” Bruce said, hiding his true emotions. “ We can talk here like she wants, I own her that much.”

You folded your arms, “ So Talk, what brought the great Bruce Wayne and his children here?”

He drew a breath, “ Why are you testing me and the children Y/n. You know we care for you-”

“ I'm asking why you came here- not this.”

“ We want you to come back…”

“ What?” Bruce brought his hand near your cheek, his face slipping all the Composure. You slapped his hand back. You cracked a laugh, your eyes looking crazy.

“ You think I'm going to come back to you after what you did to me?-” You ripped the collar of your shirt and pointed at the small scar that would usually look like a birth mark or remain unnoticed.

You jabbed a finger in his chest. “ You fucking put a chip in me, you Bastard!” Tears spilled, “ I thought you were someone I could trust- even when I found out about this I kept quiet -! thinking maybe you were over protective, maybe just maybe you loved me that much that you went this far.”

Your hands covered your eyes, your nose wet, you barely stood straight. Clark and Lois stood concerned but said nothing. Their eyes wide. They had known about the chip too but had kept quiet.

You knew the truth.

“And just when I thought it couldn't get any worse, I found another truth hidden from me. Busy- yeah right, Each and every single one of you played with me!”

“ We-” Stephanie tried to stop but was stopped by Jason shaking his head. “ No.” He mumbled. Tim looked at Conner for help who could only turn away and whisper, 'give her time and don't give up..'

You looked at all of them with a hint of hurt, your heart aching but you remembered how they lied to you. How they could die and you would never know.

How Jason was tortured and killed but you were told it was an explosion.

Your expression hardened, “ I-I’ve stopped…caring for you…I'm tired of all this…”

“ …Please just leave me alone..” you said, fidgeting.

Barbara placed her hand on Dick's shoulder and shook her head, nodding at Bruce, Tim and Duke. All of the boys hesitated but stepped away.

Barbara took a second, she, Cassandra and Stephanie extended their hand and gave You a book. “ We know this can't glue all the pieces of trust we've broken but I hope you'd give us a chance.” Barbara and Stephanie walked away.

Cassandra stepped away saying. “ We're sorry.”

Clark and Lois, supported you as you watched all of them leave. Your grip on the book tightening, you didn't think you could ever forgive them.

Only time would tell.

THE END

( Art from Pinterest - plz someone tell me the artist name, so I can credit, Writing is mine)

Yandere! Romantic Mafia Batfamily X soulmate! Reluctant reader

The sun hasn't come out.

In one of those dark alleys, sounds of footsteps ring as the puddles stirred with friction. Haggard breath, heartbeat thundering in your chest - violently, like it's trying to break free.

You've been on the run for days - nothing but pure adrenaline and a few wrappers of processed food keeping you from falling back and losing momentum.

Your body threads over the alley, treating the throbbing pain in your right wrist as if it didn't exist. You hiss, quietly, begging God that they don't catch you.

Your breath holds itself in , fidgeting as you find an opening. A few trashbins, secular in place - like they belong there, you take the chance. Eyes roaming above and on the side, you duck down one of the large trash-bins.

Your elbow hits the edge in a loud crunch , pain hitting even louder. But it's quieter than running, than letting your drumming heartbeat and loud footsteps from getting you caught.

You hold it in,bringing your body closer like a rolling ball to reduce space.

Seconds pass.

Three figures stop at the corner.

Your soulmark throbs under your skin. Pricking you violently.

Drip

Blue eyes flicker to the trail of red at the edge of his shoes.

Drip Drip

You hold in your breath. Please.

Drip Drip Drip

Your fingers tighten into a fist. The pain increases with each passing step near you. It's as if the universe is forcing you to meet them. Telling you that you were wrong with what you did.

But you've made the choice and you tend to stand by it. “Not now-” You mutter, Please don't let them find me.

“ Fetitã.” the honey digging voice states suddenly, dragging you out of your thoughts.

You don't even get to shriek when the trash-bin is lifted and arms grasp you over your forearm. The mark glowing menacingly.

– – – –

“ Are you sure about this?” Your friend asks while you sit on the semi-comfortable chair. “ This isn't a joke, Y/n. It's your soulmate's name.” She gives you a skeptical look, her brows arching into a frown.

You nod, pupils turning to the mark the universe had bestowed upon you. Nine sinister names staring back at you . It doesn't take a genius to figure out who your soulmates are.

They're plenty famous in your town. Even if it is in the middle of nowhere in England.

The glimmer of sadness doesn't escape her eyes as you unknowingly touch some of them with your fingers. “ They don't need me, Jess.”

“ Y/n.”

“ You've seen the articles. The tabloids, news and social media are filled with their affairs. They're infamous players. I-I don't want them as mine.” You mutter.

She hesitates, “ T-They-” , swallowing a good amount of words she was about to say before taking a seat right next to you.

She holds your hands, “ People change Y/n. Especially soulmates. Don't you want to give them the chance to get to know you?”

You shake your head, “ I'm sure I'll be fine without it.”

She stares for a good ten seconds before her shoulders drop and eyes become softer. She sighs, getting up.

“ I hope you don't regret it. ” she tears out a piece of antiseptic wipe and begins to run it over your mark. The cool sensation makes the skin over it stand.

She turns back after adjusting you highly but comfortably in the chair and begins her task.

It takes two to three hours before half the basic outline is done. Your friend takes off her glasses and gives another glance at her handy work. “This is going to take three more sessions before we can finish without infecting it.”

When you try to argue why it can't be done earlier she rubs her eyes and gives you a fixed glance, telling you that she can't take chances and that doing such work over something like a soulmark takes time.

“ Trust me on this.” She adds.

You finally agree.

She nods, opening the ointment container and gently applying it over the area. She then covers it with a bandage. “ Make sure to keep it out of water and covered with a bandage.”

“ Got it.”

Getting up, you bring your card out from your bag and swipe it over the machine. The machine rings, the receipt of your purchase coming out. You slide over your coat and make your way out.

“ I'll see you later.”

– — — –

It's the day of the final appointment when everything goes haywire.

You're late, rushing down the station stairs to make it to the train that you're frankly quite sure you're going to miss if you don't make it inside in the next three minutes.

People raise eyebrows as you squabble past them, out of breath and looking at your watch over your left wrist.

You desperately wish the train is still there as you step on the platform. Three trains arrive and two leave. Your eyes squander, looking for the familiar blue that's to take you to your destination.

You finally catch sight of it.

Running, you squeeze past inside mummering apologies as people give irritating looks.There's no place to sit in a crowded train, you're lucky that you find a spot to stand without falling.

The door closes and the train starts to move.

“ Thank God.” You think in your head. Your arm is over the handle, you take out your phone and begin to scroll past Twitter.

It takes little time for your algorithm to bring you back to your most recent searches. Your finger swipes down, your eyes move over the recent events as data. It continues till you stumble on news about them.

Your lips straighten into a thin line.

[ Dick Grayson seen kissing his two ‘friends’. Is he Bi-sexual or a slut ? ] 101k comments 50k tweets

[ Conner Kent and Young CEO Tim Drake seen looking at each other with lovey dovey eyes. When confronted, stopped by the second son. The dead son ‘Jason Todd’ says and I quote : Doesn't take a dead man to read the room boomer! ] 56k retweets

[ Cassandra Cain and Stephanie Brown dump another man. How many men will the twin witches have before they're done? ] 22k tweets

[ Bruce Wayne's youngest son involved in another fight? Celebrity going psycho or is this another Young adult rebellion?? ] 30k comments

[ Duke Thomas spotted on one of the beaches in Maldives with his suspected girlfriend. Will he continue the Wayne legacy? ] 25k retweets

[ Barbara Gordon suspected of hacking into the neighboring country's military defense and rendering it useless. Some say it's but a conspiracy ] 70k retweets 40k comments

It's hardly a surprise for you anymore. You switch off your screen.

Your eyes unconsciously turning to your wrist, their names are almost completely invisible under the tattoo ink. You can't help but sigh in relief.

Even if your mind is screaming at you to stop, to reconsider - that abandoning your soulmates the universe created for you is wrong. This makes your decision even stronger in your mind.

You want nothing to do with them.

One of the stations arrives and the door opens just as quickly. A wave of people rush out, swiping you align with them. You fall to your knees, unable to keep hold over your legs due to the strong momentum of the crowd.

You use one of the nearby poles to help you stand and as you do a coin falls out of your pocket and rolls over at the ground.

It is one of the lucky pennies your aunt gave you as a gift when you were a child.

You walk to pick it up and as you bend down, someone else's hand grabs it before you. You look up to say thank you when a rush of something warm, happiness , adoration so bright that it makes you physically jerk back.

The stranger - no Terry McGinnis States at you shocked for a millisecond before his hands move faster than lightning to catch you.

The mark under your wrists aches, sending you throbbing pain all over your body as both of your skin's make contact. He's here! Your heart screams in joy. But your mind feels nothing of that sort.

It's dread, you think, that sweeps your veins as you stare at his astonishingly blue eyes. They're unsettling, razor sharp yet so bright - childish that you can't help but look the other way.

His grip is tight over your biceps, with such hold that you'd think a criminal was being held by the police. It's thrilling, agonizing and everything that you don't want anymore.

“ Y-You're hurting me..” You say, when the pain gets too much and he lets go without realising it. You just know it's going to bruise by morning.

“ Sorry, I – I didn't-" He swallows, running his hand through his hair. He's so clearly nervous that his hand fidges while he tries to close the distance. “ I didn't mean to harm you.” he says, giving you an apologetic look.

You nod, ignoring his hand when he tries to help you stand. You don't look at his upset puppy eyes.

Then before he can even get another word in, you dash away without thinking twice. Your mind is running thirty miles per hour, you only stop when you think you're very far from him and sure, possibly, that he won't catch you.

You breath out heavily on your knees and clearly out of breath. That's before the absence of something dawns upon you. You turn over your shoulder and can't help but cuss out.

The universe is playing with you.

“ Damn it.”

Your bag was at the platform.

– — – —

“ I'm telling you I found her, Jason. No this is not a false flag! We had a reaction, there's no doubt… yeah she ran in a hurry.” Terry says holding your bag in his hand. He'd already checked it from inside. Your wallet and citizen ID was inside it.

“ Look, I'll get Timbo to look into it. Happy for you little brat.” Jason says before switching off his comm.” Thanks..” Terry switches his comm off and can't help but stare.

You're smiling, tired and exhausted from work he presumes.

He whistles, swinging the bag over his head. You poor thing won't have to worry about anything when you're both together.

As for you running away.

You're probably shy. He smiles.

( Y/n L/n, what a cute name )

– – — –

Your friend gives you a cup of tea as you settle in the chair. Having already paid upfront for the whole three appointments, you didn't need to worry about having no money.

She takes a seat on the sofa at the opposite end, “So what are you going to do now?” She asks.

You blink, “ What I had already planned, obviously?”

She groans, smashing her face into her palms. “ Don't kid with me! This is serious. You've met one of your soulmates! What is the point anymore?”

The lights of the room narrow in anticipation.

You sigh, “ Claire. I told you. It has a point.”

“ The area is already red from one contact with your soulmate. Do you have any idea what would happen if they all find you and make skin contact? The tattoo is as good as useless now!”

You stare at her. You know she has a point but you've already decided. You're done being second place in someone's life or relationships.

You wink. “ I know, now do your job so we can put this behind us and never talk about it again.”

“You're impossible.” she verging says at last.

She gets up and begins the final session.

It's done in two hours, almost an hour less than the first session. Your eyes glimmer at the beautiful flower tattoo that completely covers from your wrist to the cubital fossa.

“ What are you going to do with your wallet and bag? Didn't he have it, won't he find you then?” she says.

You're too overjoyed with the tattoo's completion to think about anything else. “ t's fine, let him have it. I only had ten pounds in that bag anyway.”

Your friend rolls her eyes and goes to wash her hands. “ How is it, then. Do you like it?”

You grin looking at it, spreading it in the air under the light's touch. “ It's perfect , thanks.”

—- — – —

You take a seat inside one of the cafes ready to order. The weather today isn't too bad. The clouds are in the sky but today they don't make the sky feel as gloomy as usual. You almost forgot last week's events.

A shiver makes its way to the back of your spine.

Right Almost.

The waiter comes with the menu and puts it over that table. “ Tell me when you're ready to order.” He says walking away. You pick it up and start to turn the pages of the menu.

Your eyes finally land on something you like, you check the price, see another few possible lunch options and then call the waiter to order. The waiter nods after taking your order and gives you a wait time of thirty minutes.

You humm, legs crossed as you stare outside the window. You're currently sitting in one of the local cafe's , watching the bystanders be on their way. It's nice you think, your worries having lessened after the tattoo's completion.

Sure you might run into your soulmate or soulmates as in plural but at least they won't be able to help out the other if one of them unfortunately finds out you are theirs.

Twenty minutes pass easily in your dillydalling. You decide with ten minutes left on the clock, a quick trip to the washroom won't hurt.

You open the door to the washroom and stop dead in your tracks as the similar buzzing feeling takes over. Your eyes make contact with three others - one, a deep shade of black , another lighter and one in the middle shade of blue.

Blessed silence - nothing but the flow of blood in your body beats in your ears for seconds.

Everything fades out around you - the water gushing out from the sink, chatter of tens of customers sitting in the cafe, the sound of food sizzling. Nothing exists but the three pairs of eyes looking at you.

And you realise with dreading trajectory, they have to.

You run out with voices chasing behind you.

Quickly getting the bag and making a run for it. You run through the streets but unfortunately for you, this time they're faster and catch you. The one with black short hair grips you tight.

Her heartbeat quickens before resuming back to normal. You look at her with a raging gaze. It's Cassandra Cain in the flash. And not far behind her are Stephanie Brown with Barbara Gordon on the wheelchair.

All three of them have you surrounded and you know you have to face the three of them or get stuck being second place in all their lives.

You place your other palm over her hand and look at her. “...Let's talk.”

.

.

.

“ That can't be made possible.” Barbara says, fixing her glasses before asking the waiter to bring the check.

You stare at her annoyed. “ I already said I've no desire to be close to you. I have no faith in love or soulmate nonsense for whatever it is to you.”

Stephanie’s glass hits the table with the loud cluster. It startles you to look in her direction. “Sorry-” She says, clearly not meaning it. But that's not what makes you tremble, no it's her eyes.

You feel like a prey in front of an apex predator.

Her chin rests over her hand as she stares at you quietly. “ The three of us have no intention to treat you like we didn't find our soulmate.” She smiles.

Cassandra uses her fork to pick a piece of cinnamon roll and pushes it to your mouth. Reluctantly you take it.

“ As for your feelings, we'll consider them, Leng Nuí.” Cassandra adds.

“ You-”

Stephanie and Barbara share a look. “ Don't you worry about anything.”

The waiter arrives bringing the check, Barbara pays. The three of them get up not letting you speak anymore. All three of them walk you to the station despite your constant rejection. And as the train comes and you enter it.

You hear your name said in a way that makes every single alarm in your head ring.

The train door closes before you get the chance to see their eyes.

– – – —-

“ It's really destined then.” Tim says out loud. His hand is over the mouse, clicking the information while he chats with Barbara over the Comm.

“ Can't say I disagree.” Barbara says at the other end. Tim presses over another hidden file and gains access to your government documents. “You sound fond of her already, Babs.”

She hums, as Cassandra pushes her wheelchair inside the elevators. “ She's a joy to be around, Tim. Scared, fidgeting and nervous. It was adorable seeing her try to refuse even if it did break my heart a little..”

Tim puts the notes at the back of his mind. Anxious. Easily overwhelmed.

That could be useful for later.

“ Whatever you say, Babs.”

“ No really!” Stephanie interrupts loudly. “ You have to meet her, Tim. I'm telling you she's gonna be your soulmate too! She is already the three of us and I have a feeling she's Terry's too!”

“ It's not a feeling. It's certain she's our youngest's soulmate as well.” Cassandra says.

Tim hums, questioning the possibilities. “ Did you check her body for any visible signs of our soul names?” He asks theoretically.

“ She is clear all over her body except around her right forearm.”

“ Forearm?”

“ She's got a big tattoo there-! Like it's really big.”

Tim narrows his eyes. “ There might be a chance our names are there. Maybe that's why we couldn't find her for so long.” You're quite smart for that even if you're stupid in the long run.

“ Precisely.” Barbara says, as she and the girls get out of the elevator and move toward their office. “ But the question is, Why would she be so desperate to do something like this? Soulmates are supposed to be sacred.”

“ She shows signs of discomfort over the soul names and desire to affiliate with us.”

“ Interesting.” Tim eyes land over your past relationships. He turns the screen off.

“..If it's you saying that, it's something worth looking into.” he says, “ Anyways, I'll see you guys tonight at dinner then?”

“ Sure.”

“ Yep!”

“ Hmm.”

— – — —

“ Oi Dickhead-” Jason yells as he walks into his oldest brother's room. He's greeted with the rotting smell of body fluid, sodas and sweet making his face tighten into a scowl.

The room is a mess with clothes thrown over the ground and over the sofas. Dim lights make it seem like a scene one would see in those adult films.

Over the bed, Dick lays asleep naked. Kori on one side while Wally on the other.

Jason wants to bleach his eyes. He really does.

He instead, throws a whole blanket over them and shouts even louder. “ Get the hell up, Circus boy!” He says, waking all three of them up. Kori and Wally greet him with a polite smile and joyful wave before getting up and leaving with their clothes.

His brother is the only fool still in bed at eight in the night.

Dick stirs lightly, arms running over at the side looking for bodily warmth but missing it by a margin. He lets out a yawn as he rubs his eyes. “What is it—it— Jason?... I'm tired.” He adds, his head hitting the pillow again.

Jason's vein pops.

The pillow hits Dick's face like a brick. “ Hey-!”

“ Get up before I put you to sleep forever.”

“ Fine, fine.” Dick says getting up, complaining, “ Where did my cute little brother go?” Jason ignores him.

Dick goes to the shower and comes out in his bathing robe. Jason, having already called the cleaning team, is standing over at the wall edge leaning against the frame.

Jason's eyes meet Dick. The earlier playfulness from them is gone, replaced with the brother he respects and fears all the same. “ Feeling better, now?”

“ Yeah.” Dick says with a smile that doesn't quite reach his eyes.

He takes the suit that Jason tosses over to him and wears it. “ Have all the preparations been completed?” he asks.

“ Wouldn't put it past the demon brat if everything wasn't in tip top shape. You know how particular he gets.”

“ True.”

— — – —

“ This isn't— what you promised us, Wayne!” The man screams before his body is shot down with a bang. It hits the already red floor with a splatter of red everywhere.

“ Ugh.” The voice dropped in disgust says, shoe pressing over the head in shudder. “ Got all the disgusting blood over me.” Shiny black skin almost as dark and pretty as the night sky with brown Hazel eyes turns back towards the other watchers.

Ten pairs of eyes with the same emotions, some amused, others bored, a few tired or uninterested look at him.

A man heighted at six feet, with tan skin and green eyes raises his hand and calls for the clean up. Few workers rush in and carry the bodies away while the rest clean the bloody mess. In mere seconds it's as if a mass murder spree has not conspired at all.

The main door opens and the head walks in. His eyes are old, wrinkles dancing near the edge but pupils so dark one would think they belong to a lifeless man.

All of them bow their heads before raising them on his command. “ Bruce / B/ Old man / Father / B-man! / Dad.”

He takes the single large seat in the room whielthe others settle over multiple in sofas.

“ The girls informed me they're met their soulmate.” He says.

“ Yes.” They say, Duke grins with a thumbs up. “ You guys beat us to it.” his white teeth shine unfer the moonlight.

“ As we always do.” Stephanie said.

Duke chuckled, “ Whatever let's you sleep at night.”

Bruce let the siblings chat out before turning to his youngest. “ Terry, Jason told me you encountered your soulmate as well.”

“ I did.” He grins. Taking out the ID card that he found of you, he places infornt of his father. All of his siblings look at the card with multiple thoughts.

“ Y/n L/n is her name.” he adds.

Cassandra steps forward and picks it up. Bruce let's her.

She stirs, “ A coincidence. She's ours too.” she lays it into her father's hand who looks over your face. You're smiling, clearly innocent or at least untouched from their world of deception and bloodshed.

“ She ran away from me.” He says, furrowing his brow.

Stephanie smiles, “ she's not really original on that one.”

Barbara looks over at the card that's in Bruce's possession. “ She's been trying to not draw our attention for so long. It's truly unfortunate for her.”

Terry halts before smiling loud. “ Poor thing.”

Tim hands pulling out a projector. “ Not just them. All of us.”

Jason raises a brow. “ You sure, Timmy?”

“ Positive.”

Dick gets from his place. All of his siblings fall his sight. His face having changed from the usual cold during business to one they're all awfully family with.

“ Let's go hunting for soulmate and spoil the lot out of her.”

The END

A/n : Came back quick didn't I? No kidding I know it took a while. For those that's waiting for cinderella - save your dad. It's gonna take a little while to write ( I have no momentum to write anything at the moment). The reason I even wrote this is because I was binging one of my favorite authors and the inspiration suddenly hit.

My writing for this one short is heavily inspired from YandereXbabyDoll works. Give their works a try if mine interested you. They write for haikyuu, Tokyo revengers and a few others :)

Haha, would never think that 😉 and you got it :-D

Resonance in a Soul

( Art is from Pinterest - with the artist's sign for anyone interested, writing is mine)

Soulmate!Reader X Yandere! Dark mafia Batfamily

It was summer time in the Dominican Republic, which was spread out in Carribean, extending far and wide.

People from different regions flocked here with the intention of experiencing the rich and flourishing beaches.

Those luxurious blue skies with turquoise waters, white picturesque sands made it the best place to relax and let go of the day to day splendor and misery.

That was what the day to day man or woman with intentions to visit would tell you.

But hidden underneath the bright and lit Republic, darkness dwelled right beside the light - Living and massacring anyone unfortunate enough to step to its side, even by mistake.

This power was in the hands of the Wayne family which had deep ties to the underground, their Patriarch Bruce Wayne and his horde of devil children.

A man known for his cruelty in the underground while his carefree yet controlled attitude in the media.

Bruce extended his glass forward and let the waiter pour the drink, indulging in the sunny weather and sounds of waves. He brought the glass near his lips and let his eyes waver to his surroundings.

Currently he and his children were here for a big deal that was to take place tonight, right under the police's watch with cameras flashing and the innocent with not even a clue to what was to come.

He raked, seeing nothing out of the ordinary, took a sip of his drink.

The laughter of civilians and children was good undercover, more so when he was residing near the resort while the rest of the family took rest elsewhere.

He heard a small vibration in his ear and turned the comm on. “Report.”

A female voice at the other end came, followed by loud screams and bullets ranging over.

“ We found the escapees that -...You bastard - the police are helping out.” she said,her voice unsteady.

On the other side, gun shots were being fired left and right. Stephanie, who was hidden behind a small cargo in the dark room, motioned at Duke and Tim to go sideways.

Bruce kept his gaze at the blue ocean, “They're not giving up are they?”

She dodged another bullet, fired at one of the officer's heads. The man moved so the bullet hit his shoulder - causing him to groan and fall to the side with blood sweeping out.

She pressed on her comms, “ These little cowards aren't making it easy Bruce-” She swore, motioning at Tim, who hit one of the officers nearing her. “ Weakling-” She hissed, kicking the escapee's head, which made a big recoil with the ground.

Tim and her made eye contact, “ But we got it handled. Be there in five, spoiler out.” she said, turning her comm off.

She coughed, letting out breaths she didn't know she was holding and grinned when Duke and Tim gave her a stern look , “What-? ” she asked, her voice echoing,the light eroding from the sewers cast upon the gory walls floors.

Tim flicked her forehead. “ Idiot.”

She grunted holding her head in disgust, “ At least wash your hands before you touch me!”

“ Says the one bathing in their blood.”

“ Am not!”

“ Are too-”

Duke looked at them back and forth, sighing, his eyes trailing down at the mess they had made.

His eyes landed on a cropped hand still moving, he bent down to see one of the escapees let out a murmur begging for mercy, “ Ple-Please forgive me-we didn't.. We-” Duke looked at him once, smiling - like the raving beast he was and cut his throat. “Disgusting…”

“ Could've gone easy on him Dukey~” Steph voiced from behind, her arms folded like she herself couldn't believe what she was saying.

Duke blinked back. “ You're definitely not saying that after you literally skinned a man alive yesterday.”

Steph gasped as if she was personally offended and swung her arm around Duke's head. “ You're never going to find your soulmate if you keep this up-!”

He gave in trying to fight her, “ At least mine would like me unlike some one-” He mumbled under his breath.

“ What was that ,Duke?”

He could already imagine the headaches and scolding Barbara was going to give him.

He looked at Tim who shook his head and raised his shoulder blades , “ You're on your own dude.”

“ Nothing…” He mumbled. Tim was a traitor and his energy drinks to stay awake for tonight's deal were going to mysteriously disappear in a few hours.

Duke thought in his mind, Tim could count on that. “ Hey Dumb Dumb, are you listening-?” Duke could only Grunt in response. His sister needed to learn how strong her hold was on his neck.

While elsewhere, Bruce was enjoying a fun time at the beach as a billionaire in public space - according to the tabloids - he was in reality keeping tabs on all three operations that were

Jason and Cassandra were helping with making sure the transportation of Tonight's merchandise was occurring without problem.

Barbara was responsive for security and dealing with any possible leads to another business taking place here.

Damian was training with his subordinates and keeping an eye out.

Dick and Terry were preparing for their customers and potential buyers' arrivals.

Bruce took another sip of the drink and couldn't help but drown in his thoughts. His left hand quietly trailing down at the words on his chest.

His final soulmate's first words to him.

It was a big coincidence how all of his children were his and each other's platonic soulmates but their final piece, even if they weren't the same person - despite Bruce dearly hoping it was - haven't been found for so long.

He knew that nature had decided when everyone met their soulmates, especially the ones with the red mark of the sun with the saying ( legend had it that if you had the red sun mark on you, then you would be deeply connected to the other mark bearer with the saying.

Like a spell cast to make one lose their thought and drown or die if left without. )

“ N-No-” the words of his soulmate said with the mark for the red sun on the side.

He couldn't help but chuckle lightly. Something so serious - so precious - Whoever you were, his soul called for you.

Bruce hoped whoever it was could appear already. His thirst could never end until he met his final piece, his soul mate who would complete him.

He looked up at the sky - the sun's intensity had lessened while the birds flew and the waves raged to the Beach's borders. He got up ready to head back, his hand already half raised to motion at the hidden guards to prepare the car and inform Alfred of his return to the resort room.

His eyes flickered between where he stood and ahead and around - when they landed on the most gorgeous eyes he's ever seen.

His movements stilled, heart quickened its pace, time felt itself to go hundred times slower and the mind that committed atrocities without a drop of humanity , felt itself unable to comprehend what was going on.

Bruce couldn't breathe.

No

It was as if he had forgotten how to breathe all together.

The laughter and sounds of civilians became background noises. The waves which crashed in total the beach felt as if they were slamming into his heart.

All he could focus on were those eyes, those oblivious, striking eyes that knocked the oxygen out of his lungs. How could someone's eyes be so gorgeous? So perfect , so ravishing that the devil would have better luck guiding humans to their doom through it.

Bruce didn't believe in God.

But right now, he wanted to thank that very God for this blessing.

But those eyes - those sinful eyes turned away and disappeared in the crowd before Bruce could murmur a word. He felt his feet lose their strength and fell to his knees.

The guards rushed to his side, as he barely held on to the seat for his dear life. Sweat clenched onto his body, rolling and falling down. Bruce could barely make out the guards standing right next to him.

He pushed one to the side who was trying to aid him, “ Move.” and lifted his shirt. The red sun was shining. His body shivered. A feeling so dark, so ugly crossed his mind. He steadied himself up, looking at the direction where he met your eyes.

His fist tightened, nature had finally decided to give his sun to him.

It was undoubtedly time.

“ Y/n, hurry up!” You heard your friend call right before she held your hand dragging you through the streets. “Slow down- I'm running,” You said, earning but an eye roll.

Your eyes glimpsed around you, pacing around at the speed which made you not lose your whole breath , stargazing at the scenery and beauty and you got to enjoy it.

Your friend and you had won a trip to the resort partially by luck, which still felt like a fever dream to you. She had to leave tomorrow morning but your were excited to spend today with her.

Her shout brought you back, “ Get going slowpoke-”

You sighed inwardly at your friend's shenanigans - she was the devil when it counted - as both of you made way to the beach.

The wind rolled up fingertips, caressing your skin gently like feathers when your eyes briefly turned back and locked in with a man's.

Time stopped at that moment.

You noticed he stilled as well with wide eyes.

The sudden push of adrenaline and pain came crashing down in your guts and you turned back shivering. The spot where the black sun resided burned on your skin.

You felt the strength leave your body, electricity inciting back and your mind pondered if that was close.

Just in time your friend gazed back and caught you before you fell down.

Your consciousness drowned - her shouts , “ Y/n , Hey- can you…are you okay- Y/n-!” faded as the darkness welcomed you. Your friend would really hate you later.

Night had come and the party had begun. The ballroom in the Casa de Campo resort was decorated luxuriously with light hanging out, flowers and feast spread far and wide.

Wealthy, elites, dancers, musicians and tourists that paid generously entered one by one with fancy dresses and masks covering their eyes or whole face.

The Masquerade had begun.

A tall figure parked in the shadows of the corner observed with keen eyes, black mask on his eyes, the white strands in his hair visibly standing out. A glass of wine in his hand as he pretended to take a sip.

“ All clear in zone one.” Jason whispered in his comm.

Barbara, who was on one of the computers, shifted her chair and prompted another, typing at the speed of light. Her eyes scanning the information displayed on screens and looking up files, pressed the comm. “ All clear around the building, guards are at their assigned position, Bruce.”

Tim and Damian at the opposite ends nodded. “All clear in Zone two.”

Stephanie and Duke were disguised among the crowd in wigs and different masks.

Cassandra who was standing next to Bruce along with Terry eyed her siblings, “ Everyone be on guard , Target is approaching with Night.”

Bruce nodded , and stood straight eyeing the buyers entering with Dick guiding them in the front. His eldest son, using his sunny smiles and chatter, easily got them near Bruce.

One of the buyers was an old customer, shaking Bruce's hand in a strong fellow grip that Bruce matched. Bruce's attention gleamed back to his eldest whose eyes were shining with the familiar glint of madness and humor.

‘ Got the fish right into the bait.’

‘ Well done, chum.’

They led the buyers to the second room, Terry motioning at his siblings through signs and feeling the guards to follow up. Inside the room, several boxes were exchanged.

It was as if gifts were being exchanged - so simple without seeming too much - millions of dollars were put on the line and transferred. As the buyers left one by one satisfied with what they had gained, Bruce stood straight with his two sons and daughter.

“ Mission was a success I'd say , Huh Bruce?” Terry grinned, his hands folded around his head and weight pressed on one of the walls.

“ Don't count the chickens before they hatch little brother.” Cassandra interrupted, taking a seat on one of the sofas, her eyes tinged with hollowness.

Dick laughed, “ Cass is right, little wing.” He paused, peering back at the silence at where Bruce stood. His brows furrowed as he spoke again. “ Bruce…you listening-?”

“ Bruce-” Cassandra stopped his, raising her hand, staring at her father who stood still with Hazey eyes probably lost in thought. She came closer to him and gently tapped on his shoulder twice, “...Dad.”

Bruce finally moved. Losing a bit of balance that caught the two brothers off guard, Cassandra was quick and helped him to his feet, taking off his mask. Her eyes narrowed at the sweat forming.

“ What is wrong with him, Cass?” Terry asked, pressing on his comm, ready to call all his other siblings.

Dick held his fathers back, motioning him to the sofa. “ He's probably pushed himself again, the guards informed me he collapsed into the evening today …” Sighing, holding his nose bridge.

“ Jason, Tim and Damian, Bruce collapsed again.” Terry says on his comm, hearing one of his siblings curse as they make way through the ballroom and sprint here.

“ Old man-” Jason pushes the door open.

“ Father-”

“ Bruce-”

Bruce shakes his head, “ I'm fine…” he turns to Dick, “ Chum, get all the others to come here. I've got important news.” his eyes show a hint of seriousness that they all pick up easily.

In half an hour, all his family had gathered, some sitting while others preferring to stand - waiting for their head to speak as he takes the main seat.

“ Spill it already Old man.” Jason implores.

“ Patience Todd. Give Father time to speak..” Damian rolls his eyes, sitting upright on his side.

“ I know brat.. Bruce you better had a good reason for not letting us know you collapsed.”

“ Father what-”

Bruce met all their eyes and everything bit of chatter stopped. He took in a breath and raised his shirt. All of his children's eyes widened before brightening.

Steph laughs, “ You found the final one, Bruce. Congrats!” hitting Terry with her elbow.

Damian snorts, “ True, congratulations father for finding your final soulmate…” Looking with menacing eyes at Tim, who returns it with an even darker stare.

“ Where did you find her Bruce?” Barbara asks.

Bruce pins down his shirt, “ This evening as I was about to return to the resort to change.” his hands tap on the table. “ We made eye contact..”

She raised her brow, looking amused. “ Seven hours and you still haven't lost control? Impressive. But that's what to be expected from you Bruce.”

Dick interrupts. “ The records for the red sun soulmates are rare. For you to ever be alive is a stretch. Why did you tell us earlier Bruce! You could've died.”

“ He's right old man.” Jason steers.

“ I'm fine.” Bruce adds.

Barbara ignores all of them, using the data she has, she opens the laptop in her lap and begins to go through the security cameras around this area. “ There we go. I can track her location in a few more minutes.

Duke scratches his forehead, “ You know there is a possibility she could also be ours with how connected we are and all.”

All of them freeze.

The moonlight shining at light in their eyes, a scene so terrifying as the realization dawns upon their mind.

Those with the red sun mark are predators that would destroy the world to have their black sun in their grasp. Unfortunately for you, you were going to experience it first hand.

“ Let me go- leave…me alone - y-you monsters!” you screamed as your body hit the floor. Tears rolled down, pain in your rear pinning you to the depths of hell but all your mind could focus on was getting away from them.

“ Relax babe, you're hyperventilating.” Terry said, bending down to your level,his blue eyes clearly amused and shining like a predator about to feast on his prey.

You flinched back, “ Get the hell off me-!” , trying to block his view of you but you were out numbered. Ten figures were in your room, in utter darkness. The moon light reflecting upon them, showing them to look even more terrifying.

“ Step back genius-” Jason scoffed, tapping on Terry's back, who only sighed and got up. Jason grasped your chin in a tight grip. He turned it left and right, leaving you with no power in yourself. “ No injuries on you bird-” , his eyes moved towards the side you were holding onto - pain was getting harder to deal with.

He ripped it up and a smirk tore up his lips. He eyed the two figures nearing him. “ Duke, you were right-” His hand touched over his mark, eyes glowing green. “ It's her no doubt.”

Cassandra and Duke watched with fascination, observing each action, each movement, each tear like it water they were thirsting over.

The man looked like he was feeling euphoria just from touching his mark, while you were trembling. Your body was pounding like you were being electrocuted.

Your history teacher's words ringing in your mind, ‘ Those with Red Sun need their Soulmates to complete them but black Suns are already whole - so they are forced to share their life energy with them-’

“ Jason step back.” As the man sided, letting way from Dick look at you along with Man you had first seen his morning. The one responsible for this tragedy.

Bruce smiled gently, “ It's great to finally have you our sun.” He took his jacket off and covered you, picking you up in his shoulder.

“-No- Why-!..just please…” You begged, he only hummed in response taking something from Tim's hand and before you knew it, a sharp pain resonated in you. Your hand fell and you faded to the world of dark again.

" Sleep my love. You'll be safe when you awake.." He whispers before turning to hie children, eyes cold and burning.

“ Dick and Damian deal give as much money needed to keep the staff quiet.”

His lips kissed your forehead in love and he walked outside. “ Terry kill her and Barbara deal with the evidence. I want it gone...”

" Roger." They both say.

He makes way out with Jason, Stephanie, Cassandra and Duke.

Your soul was going to be caged till your past was all that you owned of yourself.

THE END

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Isekaied! Male Reader X Bruce Wayne X Cinderella's step mother

Synopsis : What happened to getting isekaied into a normal role? Why were you getting married to Cinderella's step mother and the king ( Bruce) ???

They say never meet your heroes but why did no one emphasize not meeting your fictional favourite- because - you stared dumbfounded at the mess in front of you.

What the hell was this-

“ Hey, that's what I'm going to use!” the red hair screamed , pulling the dress away from her sister, who recoiled back with a push.

“ Keep your feathers to yourself, Anastasia-” The black hair hissed, the floor was a dumpster of dresses and feathers, even devils cleaned their room better than this.

You jumped back when footsteps made way behind you.

They both stopped when a loud clap sounded, followed by ‘your’ wife appearing in front of them. It still fascinated you how the wicked step mother in the movie looked so utterly fine as a youngster. ( she was hotter older too but you weren't complaining.)

“ Return to your rooms at once.” She ordered, glaring at them. “ Yes mother.”You bit a wince when her eyes shifted.

“We ought to get our girls educated-” She said with a scoff , before looking at you with her blue eyes, “Don't you agree dear?”

She stared harder at your face and from the looks of it, her patience was running thin and you knew hesitating meant she was going to be a disaster . You had one two many of those.

You nodded, “ Of course, honey .” hoping your face resembled a smile at least. You did not know how to talk to her, it's been two days since you ended in Cinderella -to-be-dead father's body.

She took her arm in yours and led you towards the table.Both of you took a seat and she began pouring you a cup of tea. “ I've been thinking dear.” She said, handing the cup to you, “ Thank you - thinking of what honey?” You took it and took a sip.

“ How's Cinderella by the way?”

“ That girl would be fine even if a book hit her on the face.” She said deep in thought. Your poor new wife really had it for our first daughter.

She was merely in her late thirties if you weren't wrong, still young as a flower yet tired. She placed her hand on your thigh and spoke.

Her eyes looked kind yet so alluring , “ Still I need to talk about this, it's important darling.” you remembered you had great taste as a kid for looks.

“ Of introducing you to someone. ”

Was she ready to plan her two daughter's marriages? Maybe even Cinderella's - no that child is studying in the academy.

“ Is it about the girl's marriages? I don't mind meeting my son-in-laws but don't you think our daughter's are young? ” You had learnt that in the two days you had isekaied here, that she was concerned with her daughter's marriage.

“ That's important but it's a topic for another time.” She added.

You smiled, “ why the concern dear? What is one of your hefty friends or more?” she sighed looking like she aged years in the past three minutes.

“ You'll know by tomorrow evening honey." She whispered, frankly taking a sip of her tea. Wasn't she going to tell you- well

You took another sip.

How bad could it be? ____________________________________

This was bad.

Terrible.

You had almost choked twice by now. Not that you were counting, there were a lot of other things that were concerning.

Like how your Disney should-be-fictional wife was introducing you to the King. “ So I hope we can start this relationship as a lovely couple.”

You coughed loudly, choking not literally for the third time. This was not happening. No no, hell no you refuse to accept this.

Your wife patted your back as you wondered who the hell was laughing so loudly at your misery.

“ Bruce- Your majesty- no offence-”Bruce smiled motioning for one of the servants to give you a handkerchief and get new trays.

“ None taken Y/n.”

“ I… thought that the king couldn't have a male husband or wife or ANY mistress for that matter at this time of age. Wasn't your son Richard looking for a wife or male consort according to the latest news? ”

Because one of these was Disney and two, you were sure you'd read this book and seen the movie hundreds of times and the king was First NOT this hot and SECOND did not like His potential son's wife's should be dead father.

What happened to the original grim book story-!? Bruce instead of even blinking, have you love dory eyes, what the Frick-“ It seems Ethna hasn't told you yet.”

You looked back at your wife, who sighed and showcased her frown in the most tired manner ever. “ I had tried but Sire you know how OUR man is an absolute child sometimes."

It felt like ‘our’ was emphasized too much. Also you were not a child, you were in your late twenties before you died and were a big adult.

Then she held your hand, not giving you time to think. “Don't worry dear. We can figure this out. Now just sign the paper.”

“ What paper-?” Before you could finish, a contract was placed in front of your eyes lacking nothing but your signature.

Bruce got up from the sofa he was sitting at and shifted to the one you and your wife were on.

“ Sign the paper Y/n and all of this shall be yours. My sons await you and Ethna.”

“ But..”

“ Darling, don't you want our daughters to have strong and kind brothers?” She added, softening her eyes, “ Cinderella has already befriended Prince Jay and Timothy, and Duke is a lovely child.”

You sweated hard inwardly. You were a man in your late twenties, you should not be dealing with this. You should be at your boring night to five jobs barely getting by, not isekaing to this madness.

Then when the door suddenly opening, you heard loud noises of a young man. In walked Richard Grayson, the eldest prince, with a smile that rivaled the son.

" Hey dad!" He said shaking your hand, " Richard be respectful to him. " Bruce stated.

Richard pouted instead.

Following not so behind was another man, his white streaks clearly visible. He eyes the paper and rolled his eyes. " Good thing you've signed it pop."

Wait

When did you.

You didn't know how your hand was on the paper sealing your date with a stamp. Both Ethna and Bruce met each other's eyes which looked a scaringly dark shade of blue.

“ Welcome to your new life.” That sounded like a threat.

END

Dont ask me how I got this idea. This was pure brainrot, alright? It's part of my series of one short inspired from fairy tales. So if you got one fairy tale you like, tell me about it.

Dark! Espers Bat family X transmigrated!male-Reader

Synopsis : You end up in a world of dungeons and monsters, the only saviours of mankind are monsters called espers that go crazy once they reach their limit. You've heard about such stuff in novels but wait.Why the hell aren't there any guides?And why are these people calling you their saviour?When the hell did you become a guide??

The day started as it normally would in Gotham, dark buildings with their shadows falling over the ground. It was peaceful even yet the creeping sensation that something wrong, something that shouldn't be there was felt over the skin of many. 

Hollow steps hit the trail of stones and cement, you were so screwed, running over the pavement and skillfully avoiding a car crash to make way towards the underground train station for a train you knew you were going to miss. 

Another person collided with you. 

Jerking back in response, you hoped that sufficed as an apology. There was no time. You looked left, right, forward and backward, there were far too many lights yet not enough at the same time. 

Your forehead drippled down with sweat. The smell of sweat, fibres of clothing and trails of metal was thick in the air. You could almost taste the metallic taste of it over your tongue. 

Staggering your steps and letting out a breath you stood near one of the train tracks. Your train wasn't anywhere in sight. 

You bit back the regret of staying up till four am last night. Your boss was going to fire the hell out of you. You were already seeing flashes of you and your baggage getting thrown out by the landlord. 

Oh God, that was going to be punched to the gut. 

From the corner of your eye, you caught the familiar shade of rusty copper over the metal. A smile stretched over your face. Thank you, the spirits of Gotham! 

There it was! Your train. It hadn't left yet. This was destiny. You knew staying up late wasn't a problem. Ha ha, you were so arriving on time and giving a middle finger to that –

You put your foot forward 

Only to get shoved to the side and before the curse even spilled from your lips, the light flashed from the back and blood splashed over the wall. 

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“ Praise the leader! May your light shine over us for eternity.” 

Dick looked over at the fanatic fools bent over their feet, with pathetic sobs leaving their mouths. They had hazy eyes, a big smile forever bearing over their faces. 

He crossed his leg and rested his chin over his palm, elbow pressing over the throne like chair - his Raven hair stirred as his blue eyes flickered over to the old clock tower outside the window. 

He hummed, trailing expression back to a gentle face and snapped his fingers. Those pigs squeaked their breaths, stopping in their steps. 

Ah, he thought. 

Their expressions turned to that of veterans getting some relief from their torment. But Dick knew he didn't have the ability to provide that. He was a mental-type esper. 

The only thing he did was trick their brains to believe that the pain they felt was elevated. And for espers who since the day of awakening five years ago, hadn't had a moment of peace that wasn't surrounded by the endless filthy voice corrupting their sense of control and pain that made them struggle to breathe - Dick Grayson was a pond of water in the desert. 

 Their leader, their angel, their savior - the one that kept them away from the hands of the government who only sought to use them to wipe out dungeons and when they reached near their rampage value after overuse of their esper abilities had them locked away and discarded. 

Dick knew that. 

He knew it very well. 

He gripped their hope like a predator luring its prey and played with them as he pleased. They were but pawns in his life of boredom.

And they welcomed it like they were chosen for something great. 

So when he finally established the cult named Night with much support from his family of fellow espers and put himself out as the Savior, promising some sort of cure for this misery. Espers of course rushed to the side and got lost in his mindless games of control.

Too much money did that to people. His family was rich, he was what people called a generational wealth with money that wouldn't run out even if he blew it with both hands. 

Life was so boring. So easy yet the only thing that he sought - a moment of rest from this fucking voice in his head and the stabbing pain - was what he couldn't get. He hissed when the pain got too much. His eyes dropped over his rampage measurement. 

∆ 65% corruption value -  Warning  ••• Need immediate medication!!!∆

Shit. 

He got up, ignoring the voices and made his way out. The crowd of followers parted like the sea on two sides. Screams of praises and endless loyalty echoed in the halls of the building. 

“ Leader, you are the only one for me!”

“ Leader, take my soul and live forever!”

“ Praise the leader—”

The car door shut. 

He motioned for the driver to start the car. 

The engine boomed. The black car stared on its way towards the streets of slums.

Dick kept his eyes out the window, the phone rang. He took it out of his pocket - on seeing the caller he couldn't help but smile small, but it was more genuine than the performance he had shown in front of a crowd of believers. 

“ Hey jaybird, couldn't wait to see me so soon—”

The sound of gagging came from the other end. “ Only one of us can hallucinate at a time, Dick…” He sounded genuinely disgusted, Dick wanted to tease him so bad. He grunted when the migraine hit. 

Jason caught it because there is no way that's leaving his ears. Jay had too much experience as a street kid, it was also a plus point that his ability to control fire made him more paranoid than anyone. 

He forward on the other end, “ Oi…Don't tell me you left without taking the medicine again. It wasn't bad enough that you started a fucking cult ! Fuck— Bruce is going to be so damn pissy—pissed---ugh-” 

Dick chuckled, one palm over his forehead massaging it. His breathing was over the normal rhythm , Dick didn't have much choice to use his ability to calm it down. “ I know, I'll take it when I get home. Besides-” His eyes changed from the smiling angel to that of a predator. “ The pain’s never gonna disappear, the medicine- we've been spending billions on them to bring the rampage level down by merely 1-2 %. So there's no point.”

The voice at the other end stopped for a moment. Dick knew he had hit a nerve, it was a reality they all knew. The second this miracle drug that they'd got their hands on after spending enough money to build a whole country ran dry, it was over for them.

And that day wasn't far from the way things were looking off right on. It was only a matter of time. 

Jason took a deep sigh, his voice down on frequency. “ Get home…quick.”

Dick hummed, “ Yeah.” He ended the call and put her phone back. 

It was just then when the smell of metallic waste and human waste had a scent of something else mixed with it. Dick froze. His eyes widened. 

The car still moved so the scent left his nostrils as it got a little far. Dick got off the seat frantically and jumped out. The driver called after him but Dick ignored it. 

He ran. 

His feet didn't stop. 

His mind was swirling. 

His heart was beating so loud, he felt it would leave his chest. His breathing had hardened, it was suffocating. He needed to find it.

 What was it? 

Where was it? 

He looked ready to murder anyone that came close. 

I kill them. Squeeze the life slowly out of them as the struggle to breathe, where is thatsmeel coming from? He ragged in his mind. 

He searched, spinning his head in every direction. The dust gritted at the side of his shoes, dirt clinged to his trousers yet all his mind could think was that smell. That feeling. 

His gut told him to move east. He did. It felt like he was running towards the reason for his existence. His eyes finally stopped at the figure covered in dust and dirt. 

Dick didn't hesitate, he bent down and removed the cloth covering the person’s face. 

He took a haggling breath. 

His trembling fingers touched that soft yet ruined skin. And the moment it did, Dick felt that every single pain he'd endured and every single moment of his feeble existence that wasn't by his family side was worth it. 

So beautiful. 

So perfect. 

This divinity.

His instincts screamed with claim. Saliva dripped down from his lips.

Bruce was right. Other dimensions did exist. 

He growled, “ What a fool I was huh, B? ”

The voices in his head shifted their mocking tones to that of desire. He could feel the heat down his pants and behind his ear. 

His. 

The man - no this Divine being was his. 

He wiped the saliva and gently brought his arm under the man's waist. 

He got up, shifting his weight to carry this bundle of purity. His sunglasses fell over to the side, the glass cracked and the reflection of the sun hit back to his face. He was grinning like a man possessed. 

The driver bowed his head, he didn't spare a glance and made way to sit inside, adjusting the body over his lap. 

The car started again yet this time he felt no desire to look outside. Not when the universe was sitting next to him. 

His watch beeped, he looked once before resuming his stare at his beloved. 

∆ 10% corruption value ∆

His family was going to love you. 

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“ What the Fuck do you mean cult leader?” 

Your throat squeezed from discomfort. It hurts to even talk. The woman, who seemed to be a maid, looked frightened and froze. You coughed - These people saved you, you couldn't be mean damn it. She brought a glass of water near your hands and guided you in drinking it. 

You thanked her. 

She smiled and bowed before taking a step back. 

Your eyes narrowed looking at the other occupants in this gigantic room. The room was fully furnished with chandeliers and everything. It even got the fancy, super expensive bedding. What the hell.

Your head stung - you remember getting squished by the incoming train. How were you alive? You pointed at the lean man sitting with his laptop over one of the sofas, keeping his focus entirely on you. You shivered. 

You frowned. “ Could you please explain what you mean by that? Cause I just heard you calling me cult leader and I don't remember ever signing up for one.”

The women and men laughed, some turning their faces away from you while others looked at you like you were the cutest thing alive. So naive. 

“ Exactly as it sounds. Cult leader.”

The man adjusted his glasses, looking you up and down. 

Your body shook. 

You felt like a specimen in front of scientists. 

You were an adult man.

Fuck this. 

This —- you took another breath, breathe Y/n don't let them push you into shit. Keep your mind together, “ Look I really appreciate you helping me but I got no interest in this stuff.” You raised your body, ready to get down only for a muscular arm to grab you by your waist and pull you into her lap. 

It was the blonde. 

You yelped, your cheeks heating up. “ What are you–” She only held you closer and tightened her arms around your abdomen, till you were caged in her chest. “ Shu, little bird.” She smiled. 

The others watched amused, some looking at you in ways that made you want to recoil. 

You continued to struggle as the woman's lips caressed over your neck. She leaned in, her warm breath spilling over the texture of your skin. Your skin tingled, a feeling of strength being drawn out of your body made you want to push back. 

You felt her take in a breath, nuzzling in your hair and skin, her grip tightened even more. She let out air, looking back at her siblings.

“ Dick wasn't wrong.”

You couldn't see it but you knew, you had ears, this was going to make it worse. 

These people were psychopaths. 

They needed medical help. 

“ This is wrong! What you're doing is called kidnapping! I have rights!” You argued, “ I'm going to call the police!”

Barbara chuckled, wiping a tear from her eye. " Rights he says." She said under her breath. You shot her a glare, still not stopping. 

You'd stop over your dead body. 

The blonde behind you giggled. Her sharp blue eyes looked amused over at the man with the laptop. “ Timmy, give him your phone!”

What-? 

You turned your head shocked. 

She grinned. Her eyes dipping down to resemble what you wished was inside a horror movie and not reality. “ What? I'm giving you a chance to call the police. Just like you wanted handsome~~”

“ You–” You couldn't speak. 

You looked at the others, two other women and six men. Their eyes glowed a shade of menacing blue. You gulped, holding back your desire to scream. 

You clenched your fist. Your shoulders shook. The blond woman blinked back, her hands trailing over your body. “ I… I- please just tell me why have you brought me here. I'm not a culture leader! It has to be a mistake.” you held back tears

 Barely

One of the men sighed, running a hand through their hair. You could see another pain of Raven hair and blue eyes. “ Look babe-” He said, looking at you, “ To cut it short, You're in a world where dungeons appeared around five years ago. Humanity was on its brink of doom when esters appeared and blah blah blah to summarize we tend to die or go on a rampage if our corruption level reaches around eighty nine.”

You swallowed the bile that was ready to spill out of your intestine. “ What… does that have to do with me being your cult leader?”

The man bent down to the level of your knees, his blue eyes glowing. “ That's the thing, you're the one that prevents us from losing it all. You're the guide, the medicine we need. Our savior. Our cult leader. We need you to help us control those unruly disgusting bastards that have too much power.” he finished, smiling. 

His hand wrapped over yours and you felt small. Like a deer caught by a wolf during its hunt. “Clears things for you?”

“...”

You hurt someone grunt in annoyance. It was another man that looked to be around eighteen with another man with a buzz cut and brown sand like skin in the dark. “ Get it over with McGinnis. Let Grayson and Todd handle the ceremony. He's going to belong to us either way. We need not need his consent.”

“ How dare you-” 

“ Damien's right.” Duke said. 

“ I agree.” Tim nodded. 

He looked over at Barbara and Cassandra. “ Should I prepare him a little then?” Terry asked, raising his brow. 

Jason stepped forward, shoving Terry yo the side.

" Jason at least warn me-"

" Not right now kid." He warned. 

He took your ankle in his hold. He held your gaze and said softly , “It's going to hurt a little.” And began his enchanting. You felt your skin burn, screams tore out. 

It hurt. 

It hurt so fucking much.

Your flesh was burning. 

Your body jerked back and forth yet he didn't stop. None for them showed an expression but that of amusement or indifference. Did your pain not matter? Fuck them. You hated them. 

You wanted to cry. 

Being killed by the train hurt less. 

By the time he stopped, you were wet all over. Sweat droplets fell down as your Adam Apple bobbed. Your chest moved up and down. 

“ Tell Dick I've bonded with him. We can begin in an hour.” Those were the last words you heard before the world went black. 

You'd never see the world without espers hovering at every step and controlling every breath you took. 

But that's what it was. 

You were meant to be a cult leader.