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This is a part two for this post.

Bruce Wayne:

When Bruce first met you, you were a toddler clinging onto his pants. He was dressed as Batman, and you, including other homeless people, were being taken into sex trafficking. He remembers how you came up, smiling and thanking the man for saving you. He caught himself picking you up, no matter how dirty you were. 

 He finds you again as Bruce Wayne and takes you in as his own. The media promoted it as ‘Bruce Wayne’s Kindness and Charity.’ He would like to believe that, but Bruce knows he’s selfish. He took you in because you reminded him of himself when he was young. He selfishly gave you his love, then ripped it away as you grew. 

He loved you, yet from a distance. You sometimes wished you didn’t love him as much as you do. You hated how much you loved your father’s love. It made his distance all the more unbearable and it made you hate yourself even more. You began to chase expectations he never meant to set, and eventually, you crashed. 

Dick Grayson:

Dick often contemplates what led the two of you to become strangers. He grieves over the fact that he let you both become so distant with one another. He tried to bring himself to hate you when Bruce first brought you in. He saw you as a replacement, and that hurt him the most, but then, he watched you grow. You were just a kid caught up in a situation you couldn’t control. 

You were a sweet child, always clinging onto him and following him around the manor like a mini him. You adored your big brother, and he you. Eventually, he moved to Bludhaven, leaving you behind. You were happy for him, of course, but he changed and so did you. You were sick of giving all of your love yet never receiving it back. 

He misses you, but he’s too late. 

Jason Todd:

Even after death, Jason loved and protected you. Though, it was always from a distance, just like Bruce. As children, Jason connected with you because of your similar backgrounds. You both knew struggle and that made your bond even stronger. While he was a teen and you were just a kid, you two were peas in a pod. He was your big brother, and he protected you from anything and everything.

Yet, he changed when he came back. He loved you, yes, but he hated Bruce more. Your big brother Jay became what he promised to protect you from. But he was proud of you. He just wished he said it before it was too late. 

Tim Drake:

You were the first person who loved Tim. He was the same age as you, and the two of you grew closer because of that. He had no true friends and his parents weren’t a constant in his life, but you were. You stayed with him through thick and thin, and when people would compare him to Jason as a replacement, you were vicious. 

Tim stayed close with you even when the others grew away. He was the only one you could truly go to, and yet, he still left you behind. You knew he deserved love just as much as you did, but you just wished he didn’t forget you. It didn’t sting as much, not when it had already happened three times. 

Tim didn’t forget you; he reasoned, he just became clouded in being enough. You suppose you did too. 

Damian Wayne:

Damian saw you beneath him. You were nothing but a rat desperate for crumbs, yet you never stopped trying to love him, even when the others disregarded you for him. He heard you at night sometimes, crying in your room. He wonders if your love overpowered your jealousy. It must have been because you kept trying. 

He thought you foolish, and yet, he thought of you as strong. You withheld the pain, even if the weight eventually crushed you.

Jason’s love was subtle. 

He liked to leave you things in the dead of night, weird trinkets that caught your eyes days or months before. He liked to pretend he wasn’t paying attention, but every time a gift showed up at your door or on your counter, you would always make sure to give Jay a big kiss afterwards. 

“I don’t even know how it ended up there, sweetheart.” His face was blistering red from your sweet kiss.

“Oh, is that right, handsome?” You look up at him as he wraps his arms around you. He looks down at you, a tiny smirk forming on his face. 

“Well, if ya’ call me that…” He swoops in, pressing a sloppy kiss onto your mouth. 

 “Ugh! Jason!” You yelp, giggling once the kiss breaks. 

Jason’s love was subtle, and sometimes, it wasn’t. 

From a young age you’ve always been a hopeless romantic. You truly believed in love at first sight or star-crossed lovers.

And because of this you were naive, but kind. You were willing to give everyone a chance because you believed in love. Your heart was warm and big, and you accepted and gave out love to the point where you almost came off as desperate for it. 

In a sense, you were. 

You wished for love outside of those in your family because their love was empty. They were kind and they cared, but they were absent. They didn’t stay for long because there was always something more important that was happening or going to happen.

You were normal. You didn’t go and fight terrible evils in the night, you stayed at home. You read over the love you wished you could have. The love you wished to consume deep inside of you. 

You wanted that, but you knew you would never have it. You began to believe you weren’t worth it. So, while you would wish and wait, the family surrounding you hurt. 

They hurt knowing that their sister (or daughter in Bruce’s case) could not feel the love they had for you.

They cherished you deeply, so when would you see it?

After some time, you began to question what was your worth? If you could not be loved nor truly love, then what were you for?

I always see Damian and twin reader, but what about Jason Todd and twin reader? 

Like imagine the angst

You and Jason were always together as kids, protecting each other, keeping one another safe. You loved your brother more than anything, and he you. Jason protected you, he took care of you, but he also taught you how to take care of yourself. 

Then, one day you decide to go and hijack this rich guy’s car. Only to be taken in hours later by said rich guy because he felt bad for you.

You liked it, and so did your brother. Of course, you were both suspicious, but you and Jay were fed and taken care of, and that was good enough for you!

Eventually, Jason became Robin, and you wanted to be one too! So, you began training together, fighting, investigating, etc. You were the Twin Robin’s. It didn't matter if you were at home, in the city fighting, at school.

Then, your brother goes missing. You can’t find him. You, Dick, and Bruce search for days and days. And then, you find out the Joker has him. The worst villain in Gotham has your twin brother, and you can’t even do anything. 

He’s dead. Your brother is dead. Your twin is dead, and you can't bring him back.

You almost kill the laughing man. You use the same crowbar he used on Jason. Batman has to pull you back, and for the first time in your life, you give the man you see as your father a look of hate. 

Batman still lets the Joker go free. He still lets him live. How could he? How could he deceive his own son like that?

"You know you're better than this." - Headlock by Imogen Heap

summary: You woke up when you were sure that you died. Now you meet strange people in a strange world when all you were trying to do was get better.

tw: the reader suffers from a panic attack; however, she is quickly able to prevent it.

A/N: This story is far more upsetting than my other ones, I think. The reader is mentally unwell and their family before did not care to give them the proper treatment they really needed. There will be references that the reader was forced into non-consensual acts. Of course, they have happened in the past, and things will look up, but I wanted this warning to be here. On top of that, there will be scenes and metaphors representing what the reader went through. Please, do not read this if you know this will trigger you. I will write tw's in the beginning and summarize the chapter at the end.

Chapter 1, Chapter 2

You died. You know you died. You felt the knife sink into you, the blood gushing out of you. You felt all of it, so why are you alive? How are you able to breathe in the stale air or hear the noises of the busy city outside? You sit up on the bed, and you assess where you are. A hospital is the only logical choice. There’s a heart monitor around you and you can see the city lights twinkling in the distance from the large window and nothing near your door. 

     You feel woozy. You think you were dosed on medicine. 

     You see nurses and doctors pass by your room and you wrap your arms around yourself. A nurse walks in, and she smiles kindly at you. 

     “Hi. My name is Nurse Shelly and I’m glad to see you awake! How are you feeling?” She has a clipboard in hand, and for a moment you’re reminded of your therapy sessions with Dr.Kelly. You never liked her much, but you suppose you didn’t have to like her to get better. You try to smile at her, but it comes out as more of a grimace. 

     “Uhm, hi.” You advert your eyes. “Where-” you swallow, “Where am I?” She raises an eyebrow, and you see her write something down on the clipboard. You hold yourself tighter. 

     “You’re in Arkham Hospital. You suffered a nasty head injury when Mr.Nightwing found you.” Nightwing? Who the fuck was that? “We were just about to discharge you, but if something’s wrong, like memory loss or…?” She ends it off in a question, and for a moment, you think of confessing to her, but you don’t. You think if you do, she’ll think of you as crazy or something. 

     You twitch your fingers and look back at the woman, “No, nothing is uhm, “Nothing’s wrong. Just ready to get home!” You try to sound cheery at the end and she grins. 

     “Wonderful! I’ll check you out in the front.” You feel as if you’re at the mental hospital again. You remember riding in an ambulance as they constrained you.

      “You were a danger to yourself,” your grandma would say. She would yell at you right after, calling you crazy and deranged, and that no granddaughter of her’s would be depressed. She said it was a phase. You wish that was the case, but the thoughts never went away, and they always got worse. You suppose that was just life though, and as the kind nurse took you to the front desk to sign your name, your gaze wandered. 

     “This is a nice hospital.” You say aloud, and you weren’t wrong. There were extended hallways for the first floors with elevators on both sides. The waiting area had comfortable chairs lying about, and you felt like it was more situated for a book club than a hospital. Though, it was kinda bleak and gray, just like every hospital. 

     “It was funded by Bruce Wayne, so I would hope the hospital is nice.” You turn around and you see a man in a black spandex. His mask is blue, and you think a blue bird is designed on his chest. 

     “Oh, uhm-” You go to speak, but Nurse Shelly interrupts you. You’re unsure if she meant too, but you wrap your arms around yourself again. Your school therapist, Mrs.B, said that it might help you feel grounded when you’re uncomfortable or upset. 

     “Oh! Mr.Nightwing! I didn’t expect you to stay!” She practically swoons and you think it’s weird. He wore a mask for crying out loud! Dude had to be weird. 

     “Well, I just wanted to check up on the kid. They seemed pretty out of it earlier.” He pats your back softly and you flinch away. You don’t like touch, especially from men. They both look at you and you feel yourself heat up. You should say thank you, that’s what your grandma said was the right thing to do when someone was checking on you. 

     “Th-thank you. For, uh, for staying.” You look down at the ground and your self-hug doesn’t seem to help. You just wish you could go home, but you don’t know where you are and you don’t know why a weird guy in spandex is trying to pat you, but you don’t like it. You wanna go home. 

     The weird man seems to notice the tension and clears his throat. “Anytime, kid. Glad to see you’re alright.” You wish you knew what the hell he was talking about. You don’t understand. 

     “Uhm, can I go now?” You feel so embarrassed. You just wanna leave this strange place. 

     Your words seem to clear the air as the nurse remembers the reason you both came down here. “Of course! Just sign right here and you’re free to go!” You pick up a pen she supplies, and you scribble your name. “Alright! You are free to go!” She smiles, placing the board onto the front desk. 

     “Uhm, thank you, both of you.” You nod your head in respect because that’s what your grandma said was good to do in situations like these. You leave before anyone else can say anything and you wonder about what happened with your clothes because you’re still wearing the hospital dress when you walk out. The world is dark, and you realize your only light sources are the after-night lamps and cars from backed up traffic. You have nothing on you that could help and when you try to look around to find a house of someone you know, there’s only apartments and convenience stores. 

     Some honk at you as you walk, and you think you hear men calling out to you. They call you nasty things, and for a moment you’re taken back to then. You don’t like it. You wished these men would stop. Your breathing comes out uneven and you feel yourself shake and you try to remember what Mrs.B would say about this. She would tell you to breathe in and out and you try, you do, but when someone grabs your arm, you can’t help but startle. 

     “Hey kid, it’s alright. You’re okay, no one’s here to hurt you.” It’s the weird guy from before. You don’t know him, but his familiar face calms you. You wish it was the nurse who chased after you, maybe then you wouldn’t be so afraid. 

     He sits you down on a bench facing the road. You notice the cars from before aren’t there anymore and you wonder if you made it all up in your head. Your grandma says you do that a lot, but you think she just doesn’t like to face the truth. “You alright? Can you breathe now?” His voice is kind, and you nod. 

     “I’m--I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to bother you Mr.Nightwing.” The name is dumb you think, but you shouldn’t say something out loud if it’s not kind. 

     “No, no! I came to see if you were alright. You seemed startled from before. Are you doing okay?” You don’t know whether you can trust him or not. You can’t with most men, and you don’t see why this would be any different, but you don’t know what else you can do. It was either that or wander out here alone. 

     “Uhm, I don’t really have a place to go. This is my first time in the city.” You move your arms to shield yourself. You feel vulnerable and you don’t like it, not at all. He seems to ponder on your words, and you see him smile at you. 

     “No place at all?” You nod no and you’re sure he sees you shiver from the cold. You wish he would stop looking at you. 

     “Hm. I can give you a place to stay for the night, but it’s around a thirty-minute drive or so. Are you okay with that?” You don’t like the idea of being alone with a man you’ve never met, but you don’t have any other choice. 

     A car you didn’t notice before lights up right across from the two of you. You’re not sure if this is the right decision to make, but your therapist said to always choose the safest and most logical one, and right now, this checked off both boxes. 

“Something's not right with that girl.” Your grandma would whisper it under her breath, but you always heard her. So much for whispering, right?

Bookworm Reader - Platonic Batfam

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Bruce took you in when you were thirteen. Other than Damian, you were his only biological child. Your mother had passed, and Bruce had taken you in. At first, you kept to yourself, not because you disliked any of them, but because you were simply shy. In your eyes, you just thought it was better for you to keep to yourself and your books. At least, that’s what you intended. 

Dick

Dick made you quake in your introvert boots. 

He was extremely outgoing, and while you enjoyed his company, he definitely unnerved you. 

He knew you were shy, and so he tried to tone it down some, but he struggled with it, so it took a while for you guys to truly get close.

He wanted to get to know you better, as a sister and a friend, and so when he found out you liked books, he would try his best to relate to you with them.

While he preferred comics to novels, he would let you read to him if it meant the two of you could hang out.

While he could sometimes overwhelm you, he tried his best, and you were glad the two of you became siblings. 

Jason

Jason was the first person in the Wayne household to truly crack you out of your shell.

Originally, neither of you had strong feelings for each other. He viewed you as another victim of Bruce’s nefarious past choices (when he was getting freaky) and you were simply just too shy to interact with him.

That was, until you both bumped into each other at the manor’s library. 

You were on the same isle, romance. At first, it was awkward, and you two would ignore each other.

But the two of you would meet up by accident so often that you would give book recommendations to each other.

You enjoyed hanging out with him because you didn't have to worry about being social.

You both would plan hangouts and would just silently read with one another. 

Tim

You and Tim got along surprisingly well.

It was hard at first to truly get to know him because he was so reclusive and was often shut in his room. 

But the two of you were similar in the sense where you enjoyed being on your own, but you still wished to have a connection with your older brother.

You found out he read online novels after you went on a nightly incursion through the house and the two of you hit it off as he was waiting for more coffee.

He would often read online novels because it was just easier, and sometimes he would read fanfictions.

So, in your few interactions the two of you would rant about what you read, and you both would analyze the fanfiction together.

As time went on, a way both of you would hang out was by reading in his room while he worked, or y’all would yap about books in the middle of the night together. 

Damian

Since you and Damian were very close in age, you thought you would get alone far better than with the others.

But he was extremely standoffish and rude, so you shied away from him more than you usually would.

However, he himself was a reader, and he would reluctantly offer you recommendations. 

You began to do the same, and even though he made it seem like it was a bother, he would come back to you and give you a review of the book.

He would often mock what you read, but you learned soon enough that his bark had no bite. 

summary: You woke up when you were sure that you died. Now you meet strange people in a strange world when all you were trying to do was get better.

tw:  insinuation of being taken advantage of, mentions of perverted gym teachers, religious questioning? If there is more that I missed, please let me know.

Act 1, Chapter 2

Is God good? Grandma always said he was, but if he was good why would you be here and not home? This house, a manor more than anything, was nerve wracking. You could tell the person who owned it was insanely rich from the chandelier to the extremely antique furnished hallways. There was a black gate when you first arrived, and you almost thought you were going to be kidnapped. Mr.Nightwing said you wouldn’t be, but you can hardly trust anyone these days, especially a guy who parades around in a costume. 

     There was an elderly man who greeted you at the door beside Mr.Nightwing. He seemed shocked at first, but Mr.Nightwing explained that the owner of this house, Bruce Wayne, was known for taking children in. You’re not sure if that’s good or not, but you’re already here. If something worse happens, you’ll find a way out. You always do. 

     “Uhm, Mr.Alfred, I can make my own tea.” You were now in their dining room. The table was long, with at least ten chairs surrounding it. The butler, you couldn’t imagine calling Mr.Alfred that, sat you down and asked if you would like anything. You didn’t want to be impolite, so quietly declined, but Mr.Nightwing said you hadn’t eaten since you were checked out from the hospital. Snitch. The old man went into a fit about it and started cooking you some food, but you felt bad letting him do all the work, you were raised with manners after all. 

     “If you must, my dear.” He huffed at that and for a moment you’re reminded of your grandmother. She always said to help the old and the really young, and you’re trying your best, but he’s really stubborn. Mr.Nightwing already left, and you’re glad. If Mr.Alfred tried anything, you could fight him off, but a grown man? You don’t know if you’d be able to. You set up a pot on the stove and start to heat the water. 

     “Mr.Alfred?” 

     “Yes?” You wonder how old he was. He seemed at least in his seventies. 

     “Why was Mr.Nightwing dressed weirdly, and why is he named that?” He raises an eyebrow at your question. You suppose it must be normal for people to dress in weird costumes if he’s confused by such an inquiry. Maybe this city was a weird cult place, your grandma said to watch out for those. 

     “They ain’t doin’ the lord’s work, that’s for sure.” 

     She always said that, but you don’t think she was either. You’ve never told her that. 

     “Are you from here, my girl?” You can tell he’s old from what he calls you. Every elder at church called you that, and then they would nip at your face and say you’ve gotten so tall, even though you just saw them last Sunday. That was years ago though, you can’t even remember the last time you went to church. 

     “No, sir. I lived in the country, working in the fields.” You think you said too much, but you’re unsure. Your grandma always said you spread your business around to anyone, especially your therapist. You think that’s dumb though. What’s the point of having one if you don’t talk about your problems? She popped you right after, saying you had a smart mouth. You stopped telling your therapist what happened at home after that. 

     “Ah, I see. It is not uncommon for you to be ignorant of those in the city, then. As you know, vigilantes and heroes alike roam the Earth. In Gotham, there are many of them who protect the city at night, Nightwing is one of them, though he is often in Bludhaven.” You think because he’s so old he has dementia. Heroes with powers don’t exist. Certainly not where you’re from.

     “Oh.” You think this city is a weird cult. Maybe you would have been better off denying Mr.Nightwing’s offer. 

     “You surely must have heard of Batman? He is in the Justice League, of course.” Batman, like in the comics? Batman isn’t real. You think Mr.Alfred has nuts loose in his head. You wrap your arms around yourself. You wish your therapist was here. Mrs.B always knew what to do. You think you miss her the most from being dead. Well, are you dead? You don’t feel dead. Maybe you're in the afterlife, but shouldn’t you be in Heaven? You followed all of God’s rules, well most of them.

     What if you reincarnated? Your grandma said that wasn’t real though, but what if it is? But if you reincarnated, wouldn’t you be reborn again? You don’t know, and you squeeze yourself tighter. You don’t answer Mr.Alfred’s question, you just pour the hot water into your coffee cup. You chose a green tea, and it seeps in the steaming water. 

     “Master Bruce.” You turn around and there’s a very tall man in a black suit. This must be Mr.Wayne. You can tell because he embodies powerful and rich. Mr.Alfred also mentioned his first name, but you think you would have known without the name reveal.

     “You must be who Nightwing mentioned. It’s a pleasure.” He offers a charming smile and a handshake. You tense; rich men took what they wanted without care of who they hurt. That smile was one of lies and deceit. You wouldn't be unkind; however, you weren’t raised in a barn. Though, you would have preferred barn animals over people. 

     You take his handshake, and you make sure to keep your grip firm. Your grandpa used to say that’s how someone knows your worth, from a good handshake. Maybe if he knew your worth, he wouldn’t bother you, or maybe he would. You never knew with men, especially rich ones. “Mr. Wayne.” Your voice is soft when you speak. 

     “Please, sit.” So, you do, only after he does. Men are often like animals, and you feel as if at this moment, Mr.Wayne is showing his belly to show he’s no threat. 

     “I apologize for imposing, sir. I had nowhere to stay for the night and Mr.Nightwing took me here.” Mr.Wayne observes you. You feel as if all of your secrets are being revealed, even if you hadn’t said anything. You wish he’d look away. You squeeze your fingers. Mrs.B said that was another good thing to do when you were tense or uneasy. 

     “I was told as much. I assure you that you are no bother, but do you have no home to return to?” You’re unsure of how honest you should be. 

     “No, sir. I have no one to return to, it’s just been me for a very long time.” It wasn’t fully untrue. Your grandfather passed away years ago, and your grandmother was admitted to the hospital for elderly care only a year ago. It’s just you, it has been for a while now. 

     He’s watching you again, to tell if you’re lying. You wish you were, but you aren’t. “I see. You may stay the night, and we’ll go from there. Alfred, please prepare a room.” You think you passed the test. You hope there’s a lock in your room. 

     “Of course, Master Wayne.” He bows perfectly. You think it’s a talent. 

     “I really appreciate this, Mr.Wayne.” He smiles, you can’t tell if it’s fake or not. Most smiles usually are. 

     “Please, just call me Bruce. Most of my children already do.” He has children, hopefully he has daughters. You’d feel safer if he did, maybe he won’t be heartless like most men if he has a daughter. Though, you know many that do and still are awful, like your gym teachers or your preacher. Every gym coach you’ve ever met is either a terrible teacher or a pervert. Most of the time it’s both. 

     You drink your tea. The cup is pretty. It’s red with green vines spread across the base. The colors clash, but the design is a lovely one. “Well, I think I’ll retire for the night. See you in the morning.” That’s a very “dad” thing to say. Well, you think it is, you wouldn't really know. Your dad was another mistake your mom made. That’s certainly one of the few things you and your grandmother agreed about. You watch him walk out and soon after Mr.Alfred gracefully presents himself once more. 

     You’re not sure if he’s a good man, but he’s very proper, and you know your grandma would approve of him. Well, now you’re not so sure if he’s good. Many of the men she liked weren’t known for their over-the-top qualities. You’re taken upstairs and there’s many, many doors. You don’t understand why a house needs these many rooms. You try to plan out an escape route if things go to shit, but there’s so many turns and hallways that you just give up halfway. You hope there’s a window in your room so you can jump out, just in case. 

     You’re finally taken to a door. “This is where you’ll be staying for the night, miss. There should be clothes placed on your bed. Have a good night.” 

     “You too, and thank you, Mr.Alfred.” He smiles, as you close the door. Granny pajamas lay on the bed and the clothes fit perfectly. It freaks you out, but Mr.Wayne could have easily done something if he really wanted too. The man is built like a truck. Thankfully, there is a lock on the door, and you finally feel yourself relax in this strange place. There’s no window, but you suppose you can make do with what you have. 

     You sleep, and unfortunately, you remember. 

His hand slides across the side of your face, and then it grips your jaw. You want to puke.

Barry Allen loves you. He loves you so much. To others, he was the Flash. The speedster superhero and member of the Justice League who always saved the day. But to you, he was just Barry. Barry who always shows up with your favorite flowers. Barry who takes you on silly dates, and who holds you close, never leaving your side. 

You were his everything. 

You loved Barry Allen. You loved him so much that it killed you. 

He held you close when you died. You clawed at his chest, blood pouring from your lips. He couldn’t help but cry. He wiped the blood away, pressing kisses to your forehead. Barry Allen was the last thing you saw, before your light went dim. Then, he closed them shut for the final time. 

Barry Allen loved you until the very end.