#shifter!reader

BATFAMILY X SHIFTER!READER

✧summary!: a simple child like God of the age of 6-9 with the powers to shift reality goes through shenanigans and the care of the batfamily

✧info!: reader is someone who has the ability to shift through realities/worlds/universes, shift to things into their own liking. Basically like atom eve but a chaotic user of shifting the person’s or something’s anatomy or aleast make things appear.

✧genre!: fluff// story// just randomness

✧wc!: 1,559

Hair flowed with magic with sparkles of cotton blue and pink. The tiny child smiled at the beauty of the sunset in Gotham. Liking how the wind was blowing in their hair.

Y/n was a simple child. A young child who has the powers of a god. Shifting realities or the principle of reality.

They could even change anything into candy or change their appearance.

So simple but so deadly if given to the wrong person.

Luckily y/n found Bruce before anyone could get them.

And boy, they are something…

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Bruce was in the Batcave, logging anything they could find about the child who calls themselves “y/n”.

“Whatcha doin' mister?” Y/n asked, popping up with a bunch of sparkles behind them. They held cotton candy whilst they munched on it softly. Looking at the amazing big screen of a computer.

“I’m monitoring you,” Bruce says bluntly, he doesn’t have to try and hide the truth from a simple child that can teleport anywhere, shift things to how they desire, and basically just do anything a god could do.

“Why?”

“Because you’re dangerous.”

“How?”

“You’re a child like god in the form of a six-year-old and you’re out pottering around when you could randomly heave destruction across Gotham and the whole world.”

Y/n munched on their cotton candy slowly as they listened to the older man.

“So you’re basically saying I’m awesome?” Y/n says with a smile, showing off their gap tooth. “I mean I knew I was awesome when I had cool hair and could do this!” Y/n’s cotton candy magically shifted to their favorite soda.

“Man, I was thirsty.” Y/n drank their soda as they started to walk away. “Thanks for the talk B!”

‘That one needs to stop hanging around Dick.' Bruce thought to himself as he put all his focus back on the bat computer only to not see the saved file of y/n.

It was a cat going into a cardboard box repeatedly on the screen.

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“Dick!” Y/n exclaimed, seeing the acrobat across the hall. Immediately the hyper child poofed into glitter only to poof in front of the adult. “What’s up d-man!”

Dick raised his hand, letting y/n high-five them. The simple handshake turned into a secret handshake, turning around and doing a mix of random handshakes to known men.

Y/n and dick have such a strange dynamic, but it’s filled with surprises. Y/n would love to hear dick’s jokes and just smile about them, not really knowing what they mean.

But oh well, it’s dick we’re talking about. In the end of the day, y/n and dick are quite a lovely duo.

Dick would have y/n around patrol, their sparkly cotton candy hair that is clearly not inspired by Princess Celestia.

Hey, their hair isn’t naturally this color either. It was [natural hair color]. Which is boring, why be that hair color when you can be more colorful with your hair choices?

Like how Dick had seaweed green hair for not getting y/n a juicy batburger during patrol.

How dare the acrobat not give the child what they want?

They’re amazing.

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Jason stood in an alleyway with y/n just staring at the bad guys staring back at the duo.

“It’s redhood!! And … some kid??”

Y/n waved as their sparkly cotton candy hair flowed in the air. “Hi! I’m the sparkler!”

Before one of them could ask why the child was named that, y/n held their hand out as sparkles blinded one of the guys' eyes.

“AHHH MY EYES!!! THAT LIL SHIT BLEW SPARKLES IN MY EYES!!” The guy yells as he tries to get whatever the child released into his eyes.

Pouting, y/n put their hand down. “Actually it’s glitter…” y/n said as if it was a fact indeed. Another of the goons raised their gun at Jason and y/n.

Jason pulled his gun out quickly, “You could try to shoot, but I’ll shoot more quickly than you.” The tall man said beside the child, Jason wasn’t lying either to what you sometimes saw.

The man seemed to be a little sweaty as he turned his head to still see his partner trying to rub glitter out of his eyes.

“Shoot what,” Jason said as he pointed with his gun at the man’s hand. The man looked back to see that the gun wasn’t there anymore but a chewy gummy version of his gun.

Just hanging droppy.

The man dropped the candy gun, eyes wide as he looked at the child who just smiled as Jason was clearly smirking under his mask.

“Surprise.”

“YAY SURPRISES!” Y/n screamed, the word ‘surprise’ being some kind of code name as y/n whipped their hands up and immediately the area seemed to change.

Jason looked at his watch, “We got 5 til dinner kiddo.”

“Okie dokie!!”

The area changed to the Gotham department as the two goons are locked up behind a holding cell.

“Surprise!!!” Y/n said with a smile as their hair flowed with beaming happiness. “Now bye-bye!”

Jason and y/n left confetti behind where they stood. The two men were still shocked, mostly the one who could still see anyway.

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Y/n is floating as their hair has grown longer, watching Tim put together something.

“Whatcha doin…” y/n says curiously, the seeming to get older child looked over Tim’s shoulder. Smelling like straight vanilla and cotton candy.

Too sugary for the smell of a child.

But the smell they held was filled with childhood.

Something that made everyone relax and only think of good things.

Maybe that's why Jason and Dick hang around them.

Because they remind them of the old times before things got rough.

“I'm making you a watch,” Tim answered as he saw how the child liked to keep up with the time.

The child’s eyes widened in excitement. “Oh cool!!” y/n exclaimed. But soon the excitement washed away with a pout.

“Hey… you know I couldn't make my own watch don't you?” as y/n said this, they slapped their wrist. Lifting it, there was a unicorn watch that sat perfectly on the kid’s wrist.

“See, cool right?”

Tim smiled softly at how the child was, pulling the now-finished watch. “Very cool dude, but I think this one would be even cooler. I used most of the stuff from the Wayne enterprise.”

“Just for you,” Tim said lastly.

Staring at the watch, y/n grabbed it. Narrowing their eyes as they inspected it closely. “Hmm not bad. But why so emo?”

Y/n pointed out how it was just black with no certain designs on it.

Just plain and simple.

Tim deadpanned, “Well, shift it to make it, I don't know. More you?”

Gasping, y/n immediately clasped the watch between their hands.

“Amazing idea Timmy!!”

“Don't call me that--”

“shhh!!”

The watch started to sparkle, the simple and black design turned into another design you like.

It was a cotton candy unicorn.

Both things the child likes.

“This isn't some mind tracking device for you to trick me into wearing cause I'm like some kinda god right?” y/n spoke out in a whole breath as they took off the watch and put on the one-time made.

“..no?” Tim said as if it was stupid.

But it wasn't. Cause he knew it was true Bruce put him up to make a tracking device that looks like a watch.

“Okay!” y/n answered back mindlessly, proofing away in glitter.

Tim was covered in the said glitter, coughing as he swore some went into his mouth.

“I hate glitter.”

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“My room is covered in glitter you absolute anomaly of a being!!” Damian screamed as he pointed an accusing finger at the simple child who was just a few years younger.

“Okay… I get you’re mad. But low-key that couldn't be me.” y/n said whilst they crossed their arms with sass.

Damian had the face that said, “You're clearly the imposter” which the young child was as they have been known in this house to leave glitter around.

Even Jon thought there was a missing glitter edition leprechaun around. Which was funny when y/n thinks about it before showing up with their flowing hair.

“Okay, so what? That’s basically me saying I cut hair once and that makes me a barber.” Y/n threw their hands out as if they made a point which made the Arabic boy more angry.

The boy seemed to scream something at the ragebait as he grabbed his throwing knives at y/n. Y/n rolled their eyes, putting a hand out as the knives were immediately turned into bubbles.

Floating into the air while Damian just huffs. Realizing it was useless to fight against someone who can easily turn his prized possessions into candy or even worse….

Glitter.

“Just get out!” Damian screams, pointing out of his room. Y/n had a smirk, but not like a cunning smirk.

No, even worse.

It was like the Roblox man smirked as they left the room.

“Alright, Captain D.”

“GET OUT.”

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At the end of the day, y/n is a simple elementary kid.

Not knowing the deep consequences of having such powers that could destroy the world and the factors of reality.

But maybe it’s better that way. A simple-minded child should see only the fun things of living with it rather than the straight destruction and terror.

Their passion, is glitter.

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THIS IS TASTYYYYYY (I actually wrote a lot for this omg so I'll post in parts. check this og post for link updates)

Part 1. Part 2. Part 3. Part 4.

cw: panic attack. ghost x dog shifter!reader.

Simon meets you on a Tuesday.

The case worker is all clipped heels and half smiles, trying to fill the silence in his flat with optimism. The room eats her words before they hit the walls.

“This is your new partner,” she says, kneeling to unsnap the leash from your collar. “Specialized for you, just like we talked about."

Simon says nothing. He stands in the middle of his kitchen, arms crossed tight across his chest. He hasn’t shaved. The bruises under his eyes are old.

He studies you. “You serious?”

The case worker just nods. “Shifter-class.”

His mouth twitches. A sneer, maybe. “What, you think I need a running partner?”

She blinks. “No—I mean, shifter. It’s the classification tag. You’ll notice better adaptability. You read the profile I sent didn't you?"

He doesn’t press. He’s not listening anymore.

You sit. You wait. You’ve done this before, different people, different homes. They’re all the same in the beginning. Angry, tired, half-alive. All you can do is be there.

The first week is quiet. As quiet as you'd expected.

You sleep on the floor by his bed, curled against the frame. You don’t bark. You don’t whine. You don’t make yourself big. You only move when he does, and even then, only enough to stay in reach.

When he jerks awake in the middle of the night, sweat-soaked and gasping, you rise slowly and press against his legs. You feel his hands shake when they reach for you. He clings, fingers twisted in your ruff, body rigid with whatever terrors had gripped him.

He never calls your name, he never asks if you’re staying, but he doesn’t push you away, he keeps you fed with half-decent food, makes sure you have clean water in your bowl.

A month in, you know the routine.

He doesn’t talk much. He doesn’t leave often. He paces sometimes. You follow, but not too close. He needs space, you note, more than some others.

Other nights, he’s quieter... more broken open. He’ll sit on the edge of the bed with his head in his hands for an hour before he can lie down. You keep your body pressed to his shins until he decides to go to sleep.

When he dreams, loud, violent, and trembling, you move up, lay your body across his legs and stomach, head at his sternum. Let him hold your weight.

Sometimes, in the blue light of early morning, he’ll whisper things to you. People, old stories, small things long passed. Just breath-thin confessions that hang in the air for no one but you.

You are the only thing in his world that never changes.

One night the weather turns heavy, thunder pressing across the city. Simon’s jaw is tight all evening. You know the signs. Something in his mind's already spinning.

You curl close on the bed before he's asleep. You tuck yourself against his ribs, feel the shallow rise and fall of his breath.

He thrashes hard, arm slamming into the wall he sleeps against, and you’re up in a second, trying to get close again, but he’s spiraling.

This isn't like before. His whole body’s locked. His chest is heaving. You can hear the panic clawing through his throat.

You gently rest over him, press your weight to his legs. He kicks free. You bark once, sharp, hoping to snap him back, but he doesn’t hear it. His hands are clutching at the sheets like he’s going to drown.

It’s not working.

It’s not working.

The next moments are a blur of desperation.

Your body unfolds upward in a rush of muscle and heat and bone reshaping. Skin over fur. Legs over paws. You land half-crouched beside him, panting just a bit as your senses readjust, hoping that maybe, maybe, you can fix this.

You reach out, slow and open-palmed. “Simon,” you say, softly. “You’re safe. You’re here. I promise.”

His eyes snap wide open.

You see the panic harden into fear and fury and then he swings.

Just pure, ugly instinct. His hand connects with your shoulder and sends you back hard, off the edge of the bed.

You hit the floor with a thud.

The wind’s knocked from you for a moment. You stay down, waiting for him to see you clearly.

“What the fuck,” Simon breathes. “What the fuck—”

He’s pressed back against the headboard, staring at you like you crawled out of his worst nightmare. His hands are up, palms curled into fists.

You try to speak—you shouldn’t, you should wait.

“I didn’t mean to—I had to—You weren’t breathing—”

“Get out.” The words are low.

Your heart stutters. You shake your head. “I can’t. I mean—not yet. But I’ll give you space. I swear. I’ll stay right here.”

His eyes dart to the corner. The door. The window. You watch his brain run circles, looking for the next threat.

You move to the far end of the room, slow and careful. You sit down cross-legged against the wall, tail curled tight around your waist.

And you stay.

Simon stays on the bed like a man held hostage. He watches you closely. His hands fall to his sides, clenching and unclenching in the sheets.

You don’t dare move.

Morning comes dreadfully slow..

And it's all normal cat behavior. When he comments about it to other soldiers, they start sharing their own cats' antics, nothing to worry about.

The cat sometimes follows König to the bathroom when he's taking a shower and just stands there; yeah, that's normal. The cat steals König's dirty underwear and his sweaty work clothes; yeah, that's more of a dog thing, but cats are also known to steal things. The cat reacts badly to strangers and is only sweet to König; classic cat behavior. Cat trying to scent König and making weird noises? That one's in heat, you should spay the cat and they'll come back to normal.

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Pass The Child

𝑷𝑳𝑨𝑻𝑶𝑵𝑰𝑪 𝒀𝑨𝑵𝑫𝑬𝑹𝑬!𝑰𝑵𝑽𝑰𝑵𝑪𝑰𝑩𝑳𝑬 𝑿 𝑺𝑯𝑰𝑭𝑻𝑬𝑹!𝑪𝑯𝑰𝑳𝑫!𝑹𝑬𝑨𝑫𝑬𝑹

Synopsis: pass the ball? More like pass the child when it’s between variants

Genre: Drabble

Note: it’s short as fuck. I’m not joking. It’s 100 words actually like a Drabble

Being tossed around by multiple marks is… something. All you wanted to do was help mark with Oliver, but you were currently held by mark with a… [blank].

He held you tight with a gentle smile, “Don’t worry sweetheart. After I’m done destroying this world and killing this mark of yours. We can get ice cream.” You raised a brow before this mark was tackled down by your mark.

“Get your hands off them!” So now you’re falling, without hesitation, you used your shifting powers and shifted a part of concretefloor of the broken city below into a bouncy house.

Bouncing to safety, you bounced into the air and into another variants arms. What’s the point of just fighting this now.

☆imagine shifting from marvel to dc (Yandere)

★platonic dick & mark grayson x shifter!child!reader [pt.1 || pt.2]

★Drabble of mark & dick w/shifter!child!reader

☆dick & mark grayson meme x shifter!child!reader w/ eve

☆attention effort (mark & dick grayson x shifter!child!reader)

☆platonic Yandere!Invincible blurb

★pass the child (mark & variants)

☆training tatics

★platonic Yandere!invincible (when gotten hurt in battle fic)

★trapped

☆glitter is my passion

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⋆˚𝜗𝜚˚⋆𝑷𝑳𝑨𝑻𝑶𝑵𝑰𝑪 𝒀𝑨𝑵𝑫𝑬𝑹𝑬! 𝑫𝑰𝑪𝑲 𝑮𝑹𝑨𝒀𝑺𝑶𝑵 + 𝑴𝑨𝑹𝑲 𝑮𝑹𝑨𝒀𝑺𝑶𝑵 𝑿 𝑺𝑯𝑰𝑭𝑻𝑬𝑹!𝑪𝑯𝑰𝑳𝑫!𝑹𝑬𝑨𝑫𝑬𝑹⋆˚𝜗𝜚˚⋆

Genre: drabble

Summary: when a shifter between universes who is so young, they get the attention of two superheroes who fight to be their main family. But the youngster just wants to show their powers!

☆★ info！reader is a child at the age of 8-9 who has the ability to shift through realities/worlds/universes, shift to things into their own liking. Basically like atom eve but a chaotic user of shifting the person’s or something’s anatomy or aleast make things appear. After meeting Dick, he began a father figure more than a brother. Taking care of you and even having a room for you. Then you were forced to leave the world, making you join Mark and his family before the same thing happened.

☆〜 “Mr. Grayson!”

“Yes kid?” They both turn at you, before glaring at each other. Always having a rivalry towards each other. You didn’t care for who pays attention, you just gotta show them what you made up.

“Look what I can do!” You jumped excitedly as you clapped into the air. Two bouncing balloons appeared. Both having the stripe colors of black and blue, expect one of them had goggles and the other a bird on it.

“Balloons! For you two!” Your giddy attitude made the two Graysons heart warmed up as they take it.

“Thanks songbird….” Dick says softly looking at the balloon while just mark ruffles your hair.

“This is amazing bud, hey why don’t you come visit me? Oliver’s been dying to show you his new powers.” Eyes widening with excitement, you jump up.

“Yes! Yes! I wanna go!” Before you could grab his hand, Dick grabbed it. With a clench jaw despite his smile, he pulled you gently towards his way. “Are you sure he has any new powers? Thought you told them that Oliver already finished getting his powers?”

Mark stayed quiet, before dick knew, you were gone as Mark had flew off with you in his arms. You were just giggling as mark had a smug look onto his face. “Good thing he doesn’t have powers.”

But that didn’t mean he can’t find you as he pulled out his phone to look at his “baby tracker”. This man was ready as he had put a lot of clothes he bought you with trackers. But luckily Tim had made them turn on when it’s your body heat so it’ll be easier to find you quicker than just ripping and running around.

“DONT worry songbird, papa’s coming!” He gets to moving as soon as possible.

Mark ends up finding himself tied up with some rope that he can’t even get out in. He’s [title card] INVINCIBLE for crying out loud, but he forgot his little sibling figure is practically a god anywhere as you were tricked into thinking that Mark wanted to be a piñata.

If you weren’t there, Mark would’ve turned into Crackable instead as he takes you out the house of this world’s graysons.

Meanwhile Dick and Mark glaring at each other as they want to prove to who may be the best grayson in the kid’s life:

Genre: headcannons / Drabble

The og work: shifter!child reader

☆〜 shifting between their worlds to spend time with them. You made your own tiny schedule that had edible glitter on it! ..you sorta ate some.. but either way you spend time with different graysons. With dick being such a father/brother figure that has a room for you in his apartment. Haley loves to spend Time with you. And then there’s mark and Oliver! Oliver loves hanging out with you. And jeez does it get chaotic when you and Oliver use your powers for make up games. Mark tries to teach you to not use your powers for anything else than saving. But you already got this from Dick. Oh boy, if you ever yelled out “Mr. Grayson!” when they are both there… there may be some problems.