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Not gonna lie, when Kara stopped Ruthye from killing that guy, I was a little confused, mostly because Kara had definitely just killed a ton of guys literally seconds ago and now she draws the line at the guy in charge? Of course then it became clear as the scene continued on that Kara never cared about whether this guy lived or died. It was Ruthye she was trying to save. But that was true the whole movie, wasn't it? And when she stopped Ruthye from becoming a killer, only to take on the burden herself because that was the kindest thing Kara could have done in that moment? Oof. That hit hard. It was such an emotionally satisfying scene on so many levels. I loved it.
Also The Middle cover in the fight scene was awesome people are just mean or they don't see the vision. But I DO. I SEE THE VISION.
Me when Supergirl convinces the 13 year old not to kill the irredeemable villain because it would retraumatize her: yeah ok fair enough :/
Me when Supergirl kills the irredeemable villain herself the second Ruthye’s back is turned, thus ending the cycle of abuse without involving the terrified grieving child: YEAH OK FAIR ENOUGH :D
I’m gonna need you all to get more obsessed with Supergirl 2026. It’s literally every single sarcastic, messy, depressed, grieving, male lead from recent media that accidentally adopts an angry, young girl (also grieving) which forces him to confront his self destructive behavior and realize the impact he can still make. But she’s a girl. This is the character you all love in every piece of media. I’m begging you all to adore her the same way.
Damian hissed after Jason grabbed his wrist and lifted him off his feet. Everybody froze when Jason shoved Damian’s sleeve up for the entire family to see the stunning drawing of a dragon in fantasy knight armour. Bruce’s breathing slowed as he eyed the glittering scales and the knight armour drawn with metallic markers. The Bat straightened his posture and demanded,
“Who drew that, Damian?”
He knew for a fact that it would be impossible for Damian to draw it on himself based on the forearm and the complexity of the drawing. Damian narrowed his eyes at his father and remained quiet.
That quiet did not last as Dick pickpocketed Damian’s phone off of him and started his investigation while Jason kept Damian air jailed. Tim and Cass watched with an unblinking stillness that would terrify most people.
Damian flailed more and more the closer Dick’s fingers got to the truth. Damian hissed when Dick finally found your contact,
“Richard, I will cut out your tongue!”
Dick looked at Damian like he made a calculation and decided this would be worth it. His thumb pressed the call button and Damian thrashed harder in Jason's iron grasp. The phone rang for what felt like an eternity before someone picked up on the other side.
“Dames? Do you have any idea what time it is?”
Your voice croaked when you answered the call. You heard Damian scream in fury and bolted upright, entirely alert now. You had been half asleep in front of your textbook in one of the hoodies he left at your home. You glanced at your phone clock and answered for him,
“It’s four in the morning, darling. Why are you still awake?”
Damian resorted to biting Jason's wrist until he gnawed through a tendon and pounced to grab his phone back once Jason dropped him. Jason hissed a pained curse and shook his arm a few times to test the severity of the damage until Alfred approached and took his hand with an experienced eye.
Damian managed to wrestle his phone out of Dick's hand after what felt like forever and stormed out of the room as soon as possible, murmuring in a voice too quiet for anyone except you to hear. “...روحي."
He whispered his nickname for you like it was sacred and life changing. His love for you had always been quiet, but unwavering and unyielding. It was a steady presence that you felt engulfed you perfectly. Your relationship was never actually announced. You had just decided that Damian was your boyfriend and acted accordingly with Damian silently accepting the relationship.
Damian felt himself soften when the nickname escaped his mouth. You yawned on your end of the phone which made Damian smile fondly. He turned away quickly to hide his facial expressions. He said warmly,
“You should rest, روحي.”
You nodded even though he couldn't see it. You laid back on your bed after shutting and putting away your textbooks. Damian’s voice held concern, but an undeniable fondness. You felt a warm, tired smile cross your face. You could already imagine his green eyes, softened by his quiet love and shining in the moonlight like an emerald. With another yawn, you said,
“I sleep so much better with you in my arms.”
You sounded like you were pouting now, but the exhaustion was evident on your voice. Damian closed his eyes after hearing Jason’s snickering and Dick’s small noise of disbelief. None of that mattered anymore now that he could imagine you smiling at the sound of his voice. He looked over his shoulder at his gathered family and said,
“Understood. I’m on my way.”
Damian meant it. He was going to come to your home just to cuddle with you until you fell asleep. Damian could already feel the ghost of your warmth soaking into his body as he left the BatCave, suddenly feeling cold without it. Bruce watched his every step. Damian ended the phone call with an embarrassed, but muttered declaration of love while the others came to terms with this turn of event.
You made grabby hands and opened your arms while he finally climbed through your bedroom window. Damian smiled fondly and crawled right into your arms. He shifted until he found a comfortable position for you both and you sighed like you could finally rest.
You cuddled close to him the second he was under the covers and by your side. You gave him a kiss that left him feeling warm and breathless despite the kiss lasting mere seconds. He kissed your forehead lovingly and lightly squeezed his callused hands, which were wrapped around your waist.
Damian kissed the top of your head when it fell onto his shoulder. Your fingers swirled smooth circles on his chest. Your eyes felt heavy as his warmth soaked into your body and he looked like he wasn’t doing much better as he yawned. His eyes fluttered shut as his breathing evened out with you quickly following him into a deep slumber.
Meanwhile, his entire family was watching as Damian subconsciously cuddled closer towards you until there was no space between you left. Jason and Tim were taking photos for Barbara to run a background check while Dick and Bruce watched with a mixed expression. They seemed to have no idea how to feel about this new information. Cass smiled like she approved of you and the relationship. None of them had seen Damian so happy and at peace until your arms were wrapped around him.
“They make a cute couple.”
Cass said quietly to no one in particular and everybody agreed. They watched as Damian smiled in his sleep. A safe, and content smile that they had never seen on his face before. The siblings all shared a look among each other before looking towards Bruce for guidance on how to navigate the situation.
If Bruce noticed their staring, he did not let it show. He simply turned away from his sleeping son and left silently. The others followed after him equally quietly. Everybody was lost in their own thoughts after witnessing this new side of their younger brother. There would be nothing short of the end of the world that would stop them from meeting you anymore. A plan was already forming and someone started a group chat with everybody excluding Damian and Bruce. Operation Meet-up was in full swing before anybody could discuss it.
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witch! neglected! Reader x platonic yandere! batfam
part one part two(here) part three
Synopsis: The reader hopes that the excessive attention
paid to her is just a dream or imagination, but the reality turns
out to be much worse.
The day at school turned out to be as strange as the morning.
The reader had a headache all day and seemed to have a high fever. All the teachers' words seemed like noise, and she miraculously managed to avoid Duke during recess.
During lunch, instead of going to the dining room with everyone, she finds herself on a bench in the courtyard.
The quiet rumbling, accompanied by a slight headache, did not surprise the girl at all.
It was common for her to forget to eat and for Alfred to accidentally forget to invite her to eat.
Yes, she might starve a little, but it was better than facing Duke's oppressive attentions again.
When she thought that she would finally relax and unwind, she was very wrong.
Before she could exhale, Damian appeared next to her.
There was an awkward and tense silence.
The boy either stared intently at the girl, examining her from head to toe, or looked away, thinking about something.
The reader, tired of the awkward silence from which cold sweat was already running down her temples, began the conversation by awkwardly clearing her throat.
"Um... how.. How are you?"
Silence.
"It's the same as always. Why are you here? You usually have lunch in the cafeteria."
How did this boy know how and where she was having lunch?
It's true that she usually had lunch in the cafeteria. She didn't eat much at home, except for the occasional snack, and free school meals were her main meals.
But how did Damian know that?
He spent the whole day in another building and couldn't have known what she was doing during lunch.
Or is she just winding herself up?
Distracted from her thoughts, the reader felt a headache again, only this time it turned out to be stronger.
"I... uh.. I just..."
Before she could finish, everything blurred in front of the girl's eyes and she felt her head hit something hard.
The last thing she saw was Damian's worried face and his cries for help.
★
Damian's heart sank when he saw his sister faint.
He quickly lifted her onto the bench, noticing that she was too small and thin for her age.
Why hadn't he noticed it before?
Has she always been this pale?
He often watched her, but for some reason everything about her seems so new and unfamiliar?
Sitting next to her in the medical bay, waiting for his father, he fell into deep thought.
Why didn't she ever drive to school with them?
Why did she seem so surprised that Alfred had invited her to sit down?
Why was she sitting alone?
Why was Duke Thomas so interested in her?
Why is he so interested in her?
When the boy's thoughts were completely absorbed, there was a knock on the door and without waiting for permission, none other than flew into the room..
Richard Grayson?!
What was he doing here?
And before the question could be asked, he answered.
"Bruce was too busy to come and asked me. So... What happened? Are you hurt?"
Damian was surprised by his blindness.
How can you not notice the painfully pale girl on the bed?
"Not me. She."
"Oh.." the older guy had just managed to say when the paramedic came in.
"So you're already here. Don't worry. The girl will be fine. She has severe malnutrition and vitamin deficiencies, but this is fixable. I prescribed her some medications. And keep an eye on her nutrition ahead. A little more and things could get a lot worse. You can wait until she wakes up."
After listening to the woman in silence and receiving the recipe from her, waiting until she came out, Dick spoke first, breaking the silence.
"So... What happened to her?"
"Were sitting on a bench and she suddenly lost consciousness, after which I brought her here."
Dick wanted to answer, but the girl on the cot stood up abruptly, breathing heavily and covered in sweat.
(Remember! English is not my native language. I translate all my texts through a translator. If you find any mistakes, don't be afraid to write to me about them. And don't criticize too much, please)
witch! neglected! Reader x platonic yandere! batfam
part one(here) part two part three
Synopsis: An neglect reader finds a book on magic and
just wants to be loved.
Okay, the reader has been rejected and forgotten by her family all her adult life. Despite the fact that her father is a billionaire, she is still bullied and ridiculed at school.
Her siblings don't seem to notice her, her father doesn't even look in her direction, and even the kind Alfred sees her as just another extra mouth.
She leads a closed lifestyle, does not make friends or communicate with anyone.
Everything changes when she wanders into a strange store on her way home from school, running away from a strange man.
In the store, she is greeted by a strange but pleasant woman. In the store, the reader buys a book on magic, considering it all to be fun.
That evening she sits in her room and out of boredom and Desperation decides to perform a ritual from his new book.
She finds an old expensive wine and mixes It with Her blood.
When the lights go out in the room and the only warmth comes from the many candles found in the pantry, the reader drinks the liquid.
And all she asks is for her family to love her.
He asks to be loved.
When the candles are extinguished by the sharp wind from the puny window, the reader sighs heavily and puts away all the prepared materials and drinks the rest of the wine, hoping to wake up tomorrow without a hangover.
The next morning, the reader, having already forgotten about yesterday's ritual, leaves the house later, as usual, to catch the bus.
But what she didn't expect was Alfred waiting for Her along with Tim, Duke and Damian.
Getting into the car, the reader feels the tense atmosphere despite Duke's slight smile and the detachment of the other two boys.
A dark-skinned boy suggests that the reader go to classes together, because their schedules coincide, and then they should have lunch together, and after lessons they could take a walk around...
The Boy's chatter is stopped by Damian's rude remark.
"She should spend more time with me. She's my older sister. "
When the car stops at the school, the reader literally flies out of it quietly thanking the butler. And still feeling the creepy gaze on my back.
I know i post a lot of neglected reader and batfamily
But i just realize in a lot of fanfics Damian attacks Reader
And i just thought
Imagine one where reader goes paranoid and afraid of the whole family
Like
Bruce doesnt give a damn about them as well as the rest lf their siblings
Maybe when reader was little, they had the misfortune of crossing pats Jason and he hurts them
And seeing how no one give a fuck, that would make her even more scared of what else would they willing to pass
And when damian appears, they just confirm it all, because he was going to kill you, he was ready to do so
And the family reaction? Excuse him and dont caring about you at all
That would be the last string for their demise
It would be even more sick if Damian had lefts a mark in your body, a scar which will always be a reminder of what THAT family is capable of
Reader would be paranoid of all the family, even those who had just ignore them
They would even start being paranoid of the food alfred would give them, strating to eat little of everything to go to non of it
And with Jason and Damian? It would be worse, they would try to scape every room they saw them, just a fraction a hair, a small ring of their voice? Reader be RUNNING out, away from them
And if they had no option but to be in the same room as they, they would be alert all the time, justvin case they would try to attack them
And the cherry on top
What if reader was a meta? And what if they knew bruce was batman?
Even if duke lives with them all, he had something reader doesnt have, he has the love of the family
Bruce or batman, didn't wanted metas on his city, and he hated them, it was obvious he did no? Why else would he not care if his sons hurt them?
Plus their paranoia and fear would had them think "He will end me for sure"
With that, Reader would just straight up scape far away from the manor or just doing the job themselve
...
In short, reader be like:
Maybe alfred would do something before anything takes to an extreme but like, the damage would be already done
Reader would be too scared of at least Damian and Jason to be able to act normal around them, even when the family tries to fix it all
I can imagine Bruce in full guilt for making one of his children get to that extreme
And dont get me started with Jason and Damian dude
this post was created with NO HELP from Artificial Intelligence.
dividers credits: @/saradika-graphics
I wasn’t planning to do another SMAU anytime soon, but because of all the love and support on the first WFGC SMAU, i decided to do another SMAU so i hope you enjoy it!
I'm sorry but if I see one more middle aged man complain about how Milly's supergirl is unlikable and obnoxious, I'm going to combust. Shes REAL. She is messy and kind of a bitch and she's hurting but she's also badass and she's TRYING. That's what being a woman is!! I loved her!! I am her!! Guys please.
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Of course they don’t like Milly Alcock’s Supergirl. She’s a grown ass woman with zero love interests who spends the movie saving her dog, casually dismantling a sex trafficking ring while she’s at it, and preaching the importance of being good, not nice or smiley or cheerful but good. I for one adored the movie and I really hope I’ll get to see more of Alcock’s Supergirl she’s now my favorite iteration of her and I love her so dearly.
"You're not always nice but you're kind. And you're not perfect but you're good,"
Supergirl 2026 CHANGED me, please don't listen to assholes online who tell you not to see it. Especially if you're a girl or a young woman- this movie is for you.
scenarios Alfred Pennyworth has to be a witness to as a resident of Wayne Manor that the batkids have absolutely no shame in front of whatsoever part 24 (masterpost here)
*Alfred setting dinner down for the kids*
Damian: thank you, Pennyworth. so will Father not be joining us?
Alfred: you father is working late at Wayne Enterprises tonight i’m afraid, he’s asked that Master Dick step in for him as Batman in the likely case that he not make it home in time for patrol.
Dick: if he’s not here then can we play Bat-Quotes?
Duke, instantly: YES. yes, yes, a thousand times yes,
Tim: also agreed, if B isn’t here then we have to.
*all the kids look to Jason expectantly*
Jason: …i shouldn’t have come up with that game.
Alfred, mild: oh dear, this isn’t a dangerous game, i hope? my dishware won’t be in danger?
Dick, snickering: no no, don’t worry Alfie. the game’s only dangerous to Jason.
Damian, smug: yes, meanwhile for us it is, in fact, a completely consequenceless endeavour.
Jason: …i really should not have come up with that game.
the batkids, chanting at Jason: Bat-Quotes, Bat-Quotes, Bat-Quotes, Bat-Quotes-
Jason: i- *wheeze* OK- ALRIGHT, we can play a round or two, oh my god, i hope you’re happy,
*cheering and clapping*
Alfred: *warily raises an eyebrow*
Jason, bringing out his phone and sighing theatrically: alright, alright, everybody welcome back to Bat-Quotes; a horrible game that puts my social life in danger on a regular basis. i hate that i came up with it, and i hate that you all like it, but here we are.
Alfred: and what is the nature of this game, if i may ask?
Dick, gleefully: Jason keeps a list of quotes that people associated with our bat-lives have said. he reads them out, we have to guess who it was that said it, and if we- *wheeze* if we get one right—*laughing* Jason tell him what happens if we get one right,
Jason, looking very begrudging: well, as you know, the Red Hood has become a big enough and regular enough ally of the Justice League that i’ve been added to the main JL group chat. so if- *wheeze* *regretfully* if somebody correctly labels the person who says a quote, then i have to say that quote as myself in the official Justice League group chat, with no explanation, and no matter the reaction i can never explain it.
Steph, grinning maniacally: to further explain to you the genius consequences of this game, Alfie, let me tell you the last time we played Bat-Quotes; where Duke got the best slam-dunk i have ever seen on the quote of- *laughs* what was it, Jason?
Jason, looking at his phone: uh- so last time we had the quote ‘i think i would fuck a plant if i had the free time, it’s just that i’ve always had an unnatural fear of stinging nettles stinging the inside of my ass somehow, so i think that i’d be a little bit paranoid about it at first.’
Dick: *wheezes, smacking the table-top*
Tim, also crying: GOD i forgot,
Jason: yeah—Duke came in with the guess of Harley Quinn, which was correct, so i had to- *wheeze* with no context,
Cass, shark-like: and you had a reaction, right?
Jason: yeah, so because of that i had Uncle Clark call me, because he thought that i was speaking in some kind of code to let them know i was in danger. and i had to fucking be like. ‘no i was just sharing my thoughts on the matter’ and he didn’t speak to me directly for like a week.
Duke: *cackles* BEST ACHIEVEMENT OF MY LIFE,
Jason: yeah- you’ll also all be happy to know that Bruce DM’ed me after that to say the simple sentence of ‘do you fucking know how hard i advocated for you to be on this team?’
Dick: *almost falls off his chair* *struggling to breathe* i love this game so much.
Jason, dryly: yeah i’m sure it’s real fuckin’ fun for you guys.
Alfred:
Alfred: dear lord.
Jason: yeah exactly Alfie, Dear Fucking Lord.
Steph: hush up and play the game with us, coward.
Jason: *sighs* alright, let me- let me pick one.
*waiting*
Jason: alright- fuck. alright. here we go. and- AND LET ME BE CLEAR. you cannot each give your own separate answer, that’s fucking unfair, you can’t have six whole chances of getting it right. you have to choose one.
Damian: just say the quote.
Jason: *sigh* ok, number one. ‘if i tell you that i don’t currently remember which colours you mix to make purple, are you gonna make fun of me?’
Alfred: *squints*
the rest of the batkids: *intense focus*
Steph: oh, see that’s a hard one.
Duke: my instinctual reaction is one of the rogues. they spout a lot of shit when they’re beaten half into the ground, you know? all delirious n’ shit?
Dick: Riddler…? maybe…?
Cass: sounds like somebody drugged.
Damian: Cain is right, if it’s a rogue then it’s more likely to be Scarecrow high on his own gas.
Tim: no, no, i don’t think it’s a rogue. i wanna say… Steph?
Steph: excuse me?!?! i did not-
Tim, defensive: YOU SAY A LOT OF WEIRD SHIT WHILE DRUNK! we have to be logical about this; Jason objectively spends more time laughing at things we say while hammered than he does sticking around after fights to listen to rogues rambling. and your favourite colour is purple!
*consideration*
Dick: ‘s got a point. this is about being right, Steph. we have to put pride aside.
Cass: agreed.
Steph: i would not say that shit!
Duke: i dunno, one time i watched you google how to boil an egg.
Steph:
Steph, begrudging: fine, whatever.
Jason: final answer?
Tim: Steph.
Jason: ok, well in that case that’s one of the biggest flops i’ve ever seen, because Tim that was you,
Steph: HA.
Tim: ?! WHAT?
Jason, smugly: you, about seven months back, high on cold medicine, when you were bed bound. and- and you actually said it to Steph, so that’s a double failure really.
Tim: FUCK.
Dick: please tell me you have more, that can’t be it.
Jason: i’ll give- ok, i’ll give you two more chances, and then i’m banning this game for the next month at LEAST for my own safety.
Cass: deal, give.
Jason: ok, ready? this one’s one of my favourites, actually.
Jason: ‘is it just me, or are Nightwing and Batman kinda gay for each other’.
Duke: *instant wheeze*
Steph and Tim: *loud cackles*
Dick, offended: HELLO?!?!
Jason, proudly: come on, what do you think?
Dick: WHAT THE FUCK, THAT’S MY DAD.
Damian, snickering: no, no, this is good. it narrows it down, it proves that the answer is somebody who doesn’t know our identities. it has to be a rogue.
Duke: i dunno if he’d repeat answers so soon but it does sound like something Harley would say, not gonna lie.
Steph, still laughing: you guys are talking like all of us wouldn’t yell this shit from the rooftops just to piss Dick off. i’d pin this on Babs taking the mick over comms.
Tim: no, Damian- *wheeze* Damian has a point. if it were Barbara over comms then she would have said Dick and Bruce, not Nightwing and Batman. i feel like this was said out in public, around other people.
Dick: surely i would remember if one of you had said it.
Tim: i dunno. i’m kinda worried it’s me again.
Damian: *wheeze* it’s all- it’s all just Drake.
Steph: is there a chance it could have been- like, the titans or something? this sounds like a joke Gar would make.
Tim: oh, maybe, that’s genius,
Duke: i don’t know the titans well enough to make that kind of call, so i’ll go with whatever you guys say.
Dick: …*intense squinting at the table*
Cass: what do you think?
Dick: …i’m just trying to remember- Selina’s made a few jokes about her third-wheeling us before, and i’m trying to remember if this could have been her.
Tim: i feel like Steph is right, i think it’s more likely to be a titan.
Damian: honestly, the most likely scenario is that it was Jason. is that an option?
*the kids all turn to stare at Jason*
Jason, shrugging: you can use your one guess for me if you want.
Steph, instantly: oh- fuck off, you can’t do that. you have to at least tell us if it’s possible that you’re the original quoter.
Jason, laughing: alright, alright—none of them are me.
Dick: then- ok yeah, i’m with Duke, you guys take this one. i don’t know.
Tim: ok, we’ll say Beast Boy then.
*a beat*
Jason: *incorrect buzzer sound*
Tim: DAMMIT.
Jason: that one was actually Antonio, one of my main subordinates in the alley.
Duke: FUCK OFF-
Steph: THAT’S SO CHEATING!
Jason: *cackles evily*
Dick: -SO unfair, how the fuck are we supposed to know the names of your men?!!
Jason: no no, this is fair, and for the record i would have accepted ‘a Red Hood goon’ as a correct answer, i’m not a monster. y’all are thinkin’ about people you know; gotta think about people i know.
Tim: -shut up and give us the final one.
Jason: ok touchy! well this one—this one i think is the worst one for me to put in the chat, so. i’m not really happy about this.
Cass: give it to us.
Jason: …’i saw a bird fly into the wing-mirror of the Batmobile, and ever since i’ve just been feeling kind of depressed. is anyone available for a hug?’
Dick: *noise of awe*
Tim: …shit i really want him to say this to the Justice League.
Duke: guys we need to lock in. we need to get this one. who would say this that spends time around the Batmobile?
Steph: and who would actively ask for physical comfort?
Cass: Dick likes hugs.
Dick, intensely thinking: ….it does kinda sound like me…
Tim: do you remember ever watching a bird fly into the window?!
Dick: no that’s what- i’m trying to think, i can’t remember!
Duke: Dami, do we think it could have been you?
Damian, flat: is that a genuine question.
Duke: no- i know, i know it doesn’t sound like you, but the bird thing tracks. and like- we’ve all been high on pain meds during various points in our lives. we get clingy, it happens!
Damian, shaking his head: if it was me i don’t remember it.
Tim: i don’t think Damian would ask for anybody to hug him. when he gets high he beelines for B, Dick and Jay. he’s specific about it. this is somebody who just likes physical comfort point blank.
Dick, considering: can i suggest… Bruce?
Steph: there is no fucking way we wouldn’t remember that. we’d have the recording. i keep going back to Dick, i feel like it’s him,
Dick: same but i also think i’d remember watching a bird hit the window-!
Damian, leaning back in his seat, tonguing his cheek: hmm.
Cass: Damian, you have an idea?
Damian, hesitant: hm.
Jason: i want a final answer.
*silence*
Damian: can i…?
*a beat*
Damian: Jon Kent…?
Tim: ooo,
*silence, all attention on Jason*
*waiting*
Alfred: *takes a sip of wine*
Jason, with feeling: ffffuck.
Damian: SERIOUSLY?
Jason, again: FUCK.
*instant uproar, batkids celebrating*
Jason: WHY THE FUCK WOULD YOU DO THIS TO ME-
Damian: THERE’S NO WAY,
Steph: I’M SO HAPPY,
Jason: I DON’T WANNA- YOU GUYS DON’T UNDERSTAND-
Dick: DUDE- JASON- WONDER WOMAN IS IN THAT CHAT,
Duke: *falls off his chair*
Jason: I DON’T WANNA DO IT-!
Damian, deadly serious: you have to- i won fair and square, you have to.
Jason: *glances at his phone, pensive*
Tim: *wheezes* that’s such a bad one-!
Jason, dramatically throwing himself down in his seat: I DON’T WANNA DO IT.
Steph: *evil cackling*
Cass: i’ll do it for you if you want-
Jason, snatching his phone away from her: don’t you dare- THIS IS THE WORST FUCKING GAME WE HAVE EVER COME UP WITH!
Damian: you have to do it.
Jason, wailing: i KNOW,
Dick: *wheezes* this is the best day of my life,
Duke, incredibly happy: dude- you know Bruce is gonna see that in the chat, right? he’s gonna be so worried.
Dick, wheezing: and you can never explain-!
Jason, grumpy: god fucking- *angrily typing at phone*
Steph: Dick you’re in the chat too, right? check he actually does it.
Dick, pulling out his phone: he has- *wheeze* word for word, it’s there.
Jason: i’m so mad- Damian you weren’t even there when he said it.
Tim, wiping tears from his eyes: when the fuck did he say it?!
Jason, annoyed: he said it on the Watchtower while Clark was working really late and he was over-tired, and me, him, Kon, and Roy somehow ended up in the rec room with him watching fucking Marley and Me at three in the morning, and i guess he got sad!
Dick: oh my- aw, oh my god, he got a hug, right?
Jason: yeah actually- Kon opened up his arms and Jon walked right past him and into mine, and Roy laughed so hard he had to leave the room.
Steph: god that was- Damian that was SUCH a god-tier move.
Damian, dryly: my best friend, ladies and gentlemen.
Dick: *wheezes again*
Jason: i’m putting my phone on mute, fuck you guys. worst game ever.
Steph, wetly: best game ever.
~forty minutes later, as the kids clean up the kitchen from dinner~
Jason, walking back in from the bathroom: i hope you’re all happy, because i just got a text from Uncle Clark that says ‘i want you to know i’m always here for you if you need a shoulder to lean on’.
Dick: *wheezes, falls into Cass, who has to hold him up* oh my god, Uncle Clark is my favourite person on this fuckin’ planet,
Jason, holding up a finger, reading from his phone: wait for it, because the Flash has responded to me in the actual chat, and he has said, ‘i’m so sorry you’re feeling like that Hood, i know what it’s like.’ to which Diana put, ‘depression is a battle that we all struggle with at some point, it’s brave of you both to speak up.’ and then Barry put, ‘i mean yeah, but i meant i knew what it felt like to run into the Batmobile wing-mirror at full speed’.
the batkids: *burst out laughing*
Jason, bowing begrudgingly: you’re welcome, you all better be fucking satisfied.
Damian, hanging onto Tim for balance: victory tastes so sweet-!
Alfred, from the other end of the kitchen, face flat: i hope you all know that i will be the one that Master Bruce comes to for advice when he thinks his son is depressed.
A/N; i took my time with this fic LOL i hope you guys like it!!
You step into the teen team base nobody’s there.. thank god
You don’t bother changing your clothes you walked straight into your room and collapsed onto your bed.
Sleep comes almost instantly, talking to Bruce drains your energy.
By the time you woke up, the morning sunlight was shining through the window.
You yawned, you still have to go to school. great just great.
you change into your uniform and walked to school you already late but that’s better then everyone seeing Bruce Wayne’s daughter flying to school.
By the time you arrived, It was second period.
You spotted mark by his locker and walked over.
“Hey y/n!” He looked you up and down “you look like hell!”
“Wow thanks mark.. you really know how to make a girl feel special..” you rolled your eyes
He winced.
“..sorry?”
“I got into a fight with Bruce.”
You shrugged.
“I’m staying at the teen team base for now.”
Mark frowned.
“Hey.. you can always stay with me.”
“Thanks mark, But if I stay with you, Bruce’s gonna figure it out.”
You sighed
“right now I just need to avoid Tim or Damian. I can’t stand seeing either of them… or Bruce.”
Before you could say anything else mark suddenly grabbed your arm and shoved you inside his locker.
“HEY—“
“Shh!” He quickly shut the door
“lockers don’t talk! Tim’s coming.”
You could hear Tim’s footsteps.
“Mark, right?”
That was Tim.
As mark nodded “yeah… yeah, uh y/n brother right?”
As Tim nodded. for a second, neither of them said anything they looked at each other awkwardly.
With that Tim coughed
“Uh… y/n ran away from home last night…”
Your heart dropped, their already trying to find you?
“we couldn’t find her anywhere.” He hesitated. “Has she called you?”
“What?” Mark did a surprisingly good job of looking confused.
“No..no, why’d she run away?”
As Tim looked around awkwardly “not really my place to say”
He pulled a small piece of paper out of his pocket.
“if she texts you call me please.” He handed mark the note.
As mark nodded. “I will.”
Tim gave one last glance down the hallway before walking away.
The moment he disappeared around the corner, mark opened the door.
And you practically fell out as you coughed “it smells like axel body spray In here!” You fanned the air
“Not important! Tim might be onto us.”
You bust yourself
“They don’t call him the world greatest detective for nothing.” mark added
“That’s Bruce.” You say rolling your eyes
“..right..”
You sighed “but still. I can’t stay here they’re bound to find me. Wanna skip school with me?”
“Hell yes!”
____
The two of you ducked behind an alley.
Pink energy surrounded you.
Mark slipped into his suit.
Within seconds, Atom Eve and Invincible shot into the Gotham skyline.
“Anything on Cecil’s radar?” you asked.
Mark checked his phone. “Just one.”
“What is it?”
“Mister Twister.”
You blinked. “…That’s his villain name?”
“I know.”
“That’s awful.”
“I know.”
“I could’ve come up with something cooler.”
“You absolutely could’ve.”
The two of you arrived just as a massive tornado ripped through the middle of downtown.
Cars flipped.
Windows shattered.
People screamed.
“Well…” you cracked your knuckles. “Let’s get to work.”
You created giant pink platforms, catching falling civilians before they hit the ground.
Mark punched through the swirling winds, aiming straight for Mister Twister.
“You think you can stop the storm?” Mister Twister laughed, the wind around him growing stronger.
Mark didn’t answer.
He just flew straight at him.
Yeah… talking wasn’t really his thing.
As Mark’s fist connected with Mister Twister’s chest, sending both of them crashing through the side of a building.
“Invincible!”
He pushed himself out of the rubble with a groan. “I’m okay!” Mark wiped the blood from his lips
You formed dozens of pink chains, wrapping around the tornado and slowly pulling it apart.
Before you could finish
CRACK.
Lightning exploded overhead.
Five more heroes landed nearby.
Kid Flash.
Wonder Girl.
Red Robin.
Superboy and Arrowette.
Kid Flash looked around.
“Whoa.”
He pointed at you.
“I’ve never seen you guys before.”
“I’m invincible, she’s atom eve.” Mark answered.
Bart snorted
“Invincible?”
Mark signed “.. yeah.”
“Bit confident, don’t ya think?”
Superboy floated beside you, folding his arms.
“Nice constructs.”He glanced at your pink constructs before looking back at you.
“Thanks” you glanced at him “.. you trying to compliment me?”
Superboy rubbed the back of his neck, “maybe?”
Wonder Girl rolled her eyes.
“Connor.”
“What?”
“We’re fighting.”
“Oh.”
“Right.”
Red Robin didn’t say a word.
Instead… He just stared at you.
Again.
God.
Could this guy stop looking at you?
“What?” you asked.
“…Nothing.”
You decided to let it go, you knew Tim wasn’t dumb. He was the opposite.. but because he never really talked to you or really hanged out with you he never knew you were atom eve. You weren’t planning on telling him anyways.
Kid Flash suddenly zipped between the two of you.
“Can we save the introductions? The tornado guy is still very much a tornado guy.”
Red Robin blinked “..right”
“Stop talking! “ Arrowette interrupted, already drawing another arrow.
The seven heroes charged together.
Wonder Girl smashed through chunks of flying debris.
Arrowette fired cable arrows around collapsing buildings to keep them standing.
Kid Flash evacuated civilians before they even realized they were in danger. Perks of being fast.
Superboy punched straight through the eye of the tornado.
Mister Twister crashed into the pavement, then he smiled, with one violent twist of his arms, the cyclone exploded outward.
Your heart stopped, you could hear kids scream in a school bus but, mark was caught in the tornado.
He slammed through the side of a building before disappearing beneath a cloud of concrete and glass.
“SHIT— INVINCIBLE!”
No answer, your eyes darted between the bus and..
mark.
The bus..
Mark..
The bus…
Your hands clenched.
Damnit.
You flew towards the bus.
A giant pink platform caught it before it could hit the ground.
The children cried as the bus slowly floated back onto the street.
“You’re okay.” You whispered to the kids
“Thank you, atom eve.” One kid said between crys.
You smile as you turn, shit it might be to late.
“INVINCIBLE!” Before you could fly over, a fist burst through the rubble. Mark came out stumbling, coughing.
Relief hit you so hard your knees almost gave out.
“Thank god..” you let out the breath you’d been holding.
Mark wiped the dust off his suit.
Before mister twister could recover, you thrust both hands forward. Massive pink constructs shot from the ground wrapped around his arms, legs, and torso.
He struggled. The restraints only tightened.
“invincible!”
“I’m on it!”
Invincible flew like a missile.
BOOM.
His punch landed square in mister twisters chest.
You looked down at the unconscious villain for a moment.
“..well.”
You rubbed the back of your neck.
“That was way harder than it needed to be.”
Superboy landed beside you, dusting the dirt off his gloves. “You fight pretty well.”
“I know.”
A small smile tugged the corner of his mouth.
“And humble too.”
“The humblest.”
before you could say anything else Kid flash zipped past.
“Can we finish talking after we deal with the clean up?”
As wonder girl nodded toward the unconscious mister twister
“We should probably help with that.”
As Superboy glanced back at you.
“..Right, yeah” he rubbed the back of his neck. “I’II see you around… I guess.”
“Maybe.”
As mark landed beside you just as superboy walked off
“You know him?”
“He’s Tim best friend, Connor. he’s a Kent”
“He seemed nice.”
You look over as Connor helped move debris with wonder girl.
mark bumped your shoulder.
“C’mon. Cecils probably wondering where we are.”
You nodded “let’s go” you both flew up, it’s getting pretty dark.
—-
Red Robin hadn’t stopped watching you once.
Something wasn’t adding up.
And he intended to find out what it was.
As you and invincible flew off, Tim pulled out his phone and he opened Bruce’s contact.
Tim:
“B, do you have a file on atom eve the superhero?”
A few seconds later, Bruce replied.
Bruce:
“I can check, why?”
Tim:
“No reason”
He slipped his phone back into his pocket as he helped his team with the clean up, There was something about you.. he couldn’t put his finger on it.
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You're sick, but your family seems to think you're faking it. Things take a turn for the worse- or maybe for the better, you'll never have to be alone again.
(Neglected Bat-family member GN!Reader & Venom Symbiote [marvel]) / crossover
Word count: 11.7 pages / 4162 words
CW: child neglect, mentions of blood and vomiting, minor gore
You haven't been feeling well.
Every waking minute felt like a gargantuan effort to keep breathing, to keep blinking, to keep putting one foot in front of the other. You had a perpetual fever and a cold sweat forming rings of perspiration on your night clothes- you couldn't find the strength to change, much less shower or eat. Concerning eating, your stomach felt like a black hole consuming you from the inside out. No matter how much food you stuffed down your face (entire loaves of bread, boxes of cereal, frozen fish and shrimps, raw eggs, uncooked cuts of meat), it never quelled the ache.
Alfred had been the only one to note your deteriorating health, and when he had the time in between taking care of the rest of the family and patching them up after patrols, he tried his best to soothe your pain. The painkillers would give you five blissful hours of relief, dreamless sleep, before you find yourself startling back awake, the pain in your stomach worse than before. Maybe it was appendicitis?
Alfred tried to do a preliminary check, but found nothing indicating illness or organ failure; you can actively see his patience for your pain decreasing. You're not making it up; you feel like you're dying. Alfred doesn't seem to think so, he's stopped giving you those little white tabs of heaven- codeine, then cocodomal, then just paracetamol, before just soothing lemon tea. You're not making up this pain.
You haven't been feeling well.
You've been hearing a voice in your head- auditory hallucinations from mental exhaustion, you had tried to reason-. The guttural foreign tone of the voice, the way it'd whisper to you in the dark of night as you tossed and turned, clutching your stomach, the way it promised relief from all your pain if you simply gave into it- you were starting to believe you were on the verge of psychosis. You avoided mirrors; the first time seeing those black pools of all-seeing nothingness had been enough to send your heart into overdrive and freak you out enough to start crying.
Tim had found you shortly after, holding your knees to yourself as you wracked out tired sobs. He'd been concerned at first, trying to find out what was wrong, when he discovered no physical injury and your almost nonsensical ramblings about seeing something else's eyes in the mirror, he remembered Alfred's words about your 'illness'.
It made sense, Tim reasoned to himself, that you were acting out to get attention; the rest of the family was very busy with vigilante life and couldn't spend much time with you, but you were eighteen now, too old for childish shenanigans like faking illnesses. He'd helped you back to your room like a parent humouring a child about checking for monsters under the bed, and tucked you in, closing the door after him- leaving you to the dark, to the pain, and to the voice that cooed at your loneliness and despair.
You haven't been feeling well.
It was apparent now as you stumbled slowly to breakfast. Alfred had summoned you from your room, at his wit's end with your Munchausen's act. He declared that you'd feel better after getting out of your bed and having breakfast with the rest of the family while forcing your curtains open and opening the window- the light stung, and the shrill chirping of the birds rang in your ears. He'd left your door open for you to follow.
Maybe you were just making all this up? You thought to yourself as you held the porcelain basin with shaking, sweaty hands. Eyes downturned from the mirror, you refused to look into it even now, a nauseating feeling in your stomach forming as you thought about the monster that was waiting for you inside it. What the fuck were you thinking? There was no monster, no pain, no illness; you were fine. Alfred said so; you weren't sick. The piercing pain in your stomach was probably just hunger pangs. You could smell breakfast; your disgust with the smell of grease and cooked meat was probably hormones or something.
You shove your feet into your slippers and stumble slowly to breakfast. You were dizzy, so dizzy. Your breathing was short. The pain in your stomach was spreading to your lungs. The sounds of your family laughing and chattering made you want to cry at how much it was grating on your sensitive ears. You pushed open the door to the dining room, and no one looked your way besides Alfred, who was nodding in approval at your effort to rejoin normal activities before resuming his usual tasks.
You wanted to cry for him to come back from the kitchen, your head was feeling fuzzy and warm, and you could barely breathe. Something is wrong! Something is wrong, and your family isn't even looking at you.
Dick is teasing Jason about the new romance book trilogy he's obsessed with. 'They're ignoring you.'
Tim is debating with Damian about some details of a case. 'You don't even exist to them.'
Stephanie is laughing as she fills Cass in on the details of her patrol last night. 'You exist to me, you're all that is.'
Bruce is reading documents on his tablet while also listening to Duke's words about his latest basketball game. 'You can be so much more, we can be so much more.'
You clutch your hands to your head. This voice- why won't it shut up! You're not crazy, you're not hearing voices, you're not in pain, you're not dying. Why won't your stupid body get the memo? You're not trying to be an attention seeker- how can you be if your family doesn't even look at you when you're standing right here? You're a good kid, the best one could ask for, the kind that doesn't even get upset that their family doesn't actually know them, the kind that understands that the needs of the many, the needs of Gotham, take precedence over their need for love, to be noticed, to be held or comforted. One kid doesn't matter in the face of an entire city.
"-Will you sit down?" You missed the first part of Alfred's words, his impassive, perhaps slightly annoyed expression stings, he must think you're on your Munchausen's act again. You find the family looking at you, really looking at you now. Your shaking figure, the dark eye bags, the sweating and pale face.
Bruce looks back down at his screen, "Do as Alfred says, kiddo." That's it. The first acknowledgement in months, followed by complete dismissal. The rest of the family does the same. Why won't they look at you? Resuming their previous conversations as if you're not falling apart right in front of them. Why can't they see you dying in front of them? Like one more step isn't going to make you spew onto the white marble floor.
There's bubbling rage in your stomach. You exist, don't you? Why won't they look at you? Can't they see you? WHY CAN'T THEY SEE YOU? "WHY WON'T YOU LOOK AT ME?!" The words spill from your lips before you can even think about stopping them, like something else is forcing them from your throat. It's all but snarled out, your voice cracking with anger and pain and everything you've been suffering over the last weeks.
The table stills in utter shock. Never once had you dared to raise your voice like that at authority figures or family members.
Bruce places his tablet down, ready to presumably lecture you or something- he doesn't know how to approach this. You'd never been a rebellious kid- well behaved to the point he'd wished you'd do something stupid like a normal kid, he just wanted you to be a normal kid like he never got to be, like your siblings never got to be. This was the first time he'd ever seen you act out, a little late for a rebellious phase, but he'd take it.
He doesn't get to even speak because you're suddenly hunching over and vomiting onto the floor. Dark red spewing from your mouth as you cough and gag on the blood.
Jason, who's closest to you currently, leaps from his seat to avoid being hurled on. "Jesus fucking christ!"
Alfred's immediately by your side, pushing your hair back and shoving a bucket in front of you for you to empty into. Your chest is hurting more from the heaving, and you can't help the tired, pathetic sobs. Alfred's petting your hair, tone heavy with guilt, "Oh dear, oh dear, you're okay."
You think it's Bruce beside you also, big hands pulling your shirt up enough to scan over your stomach, looking for bruising- any indication of trauma which could result in internal bleeding- people don't just start throwing up blood for no reason. He finds nothing, and that worries him more. The rest of your family is whispering, watching in concern when Bruce picks you up in his arms like a little kid. "Ready the medbay, Alfred. Timothy, I want to know when this started and how."
"On it," Tim follows after them, opening his laptop to the manor security footage. If you'd injured yourself here, he'd find out.
"Where does it hurt?" Alfred is asking as Bruce lays you down on a bed. You gesture to your chest and up, sobbing as you choke out, "All of it, it hurts- I told you it hurt, I told you- I told you!-"
He shushes you, pushing you some morphine for the pain, "-I know, I know, I'm sorry, dear, I'm sorry." He exchanges words with Bruce over you, but the immediate absence of pain finally gives you enough relief to sleep- you've been awake for three days at the point. Your eyes flutter shut, and the dreamless void is a welcome embrace.
"Nothing?" Bruce sighs.
Tim rubs his forehead, the gesture he does when something is particularly confusing him; it doesn't happen often. "I've checked all the manor's footage from when the symptoms started, the week beforehand, the school's footage too- nothing happened which would cause this. We're gonna need Dr Thompkins, an MRI and a tox screen, most likely, because I can't tell you what happened or what to do to fix it."
He's tucking your still form into the bed properly, like he had done weeks ago, thinking you were just pretending to be ill. God, he was supposed to be smarter than this; he, of all people, should have caught this. Now his ignorance has resulted in his baby sibling on the verge of being hospitalised or... he can't even consider that you could be dying. He won't let it happen.
"I must personally apologise, Master Bruce." Tim glances over at Alfred. The usually stoic butler is bearing an expression he's never seen before: remorse, guilt, and anger. His hands are shaking as he clasps them together, looking over your bedridden form. "I had dismissed this as some juvenile attempt to gain attention. The progression of this ailment is a direct result of my indolence, if I hadn't failed to act, perhaps we may have sooner-"
Bruce raises his hand to stop the butler, "What is done is done. We're all guilty in part for letting someone under our roof deteriorate to such a state without notice. How quickly can Leslie have the clinic ready for us?"
"She says in five minutes, she was already working late," Tim looks up from where he's in correspondence with the doctor, "I'll come with-"
"No." Bruce picks up your sleeping figure. He remembers holding you like this when you were so much smaller, when all of you could fit on his chest entirely, little feet cupped in his hand, precious head tucked under his chin- when had he stopped holding you? "I need you to find whatever you can- if this was an attack meant for us, we'll need to know the source to find an antidote or cure. Contact Oracle if you have to."
Tim nods in understanding, even if his tensed shoulders betray his hesitation. The other members of the Bat-family who have gathered in the other atrium of the Batcave are ready to volunteer to go in his stead. Damian is particularly impassioned, arguing something about 'blood siblings' and how you're 'the heir' (everything he's refused to acknowledge you as until this very moment- if anyone realises, they don't call him out), and that means he must obviously be the one who accompanies his father to the hospital.
Dick is the one who ends up going as the oldest; he's driving as Bruce holds you in the back seat of the Batmobile, cleaning the dried blood from the corner of your mouth. You feel too thin, malnourished, the fat of your cheeks sunken in- the more he gazes at your face, the more he realises how obvious it was that something was wrong. Why hadn't he just looked at your face and seen this? How can he hold the title of the world's greatest detective if he can't even clock a life-threatening illness in his own child?
"Bruce. We're here." Dick's voice is pulling from his thoughts, and it's a blur as they get you inside the clinic. Leslie's waiting, and her usually steely resolve falters when she sees you. She's never met you before, which is a good thing; she's never had to stitch you back together, pump poison from your system, snap bones back into place like your other family members- you were the one kid Bruce had told her was a civilian. So why were you here now?
She's filled in on the details as you're wheeled to the MRI machine, she almost curses them out right then and there- you'd been like this for weeks, and they hadn't brought you here sooner? She manages to maintain her professionalism by a hair's thread, instructing Dick and Bruce to wait in the adjacent room as she situates you inside the MRI machine.
She enters the observation room to Dick pacing and Bruce muttering, "How long until we can know the results?" His dark eyes watch you through the glass as Leslie begins to activate the machine, the high-pitched whirring audible as the lights flash on.
"Usually it'd-" Her words are cut off by the sound of your screams. Bruce's blood runs cold, and Dick freezes.
It's a sound of abject torture; it's a sound he never thought he'd hear from you, never wants to hear it again- your legs, the only thing visible of you to them right now, are seizing violently- "Turn it off!" Bruce shouts, already rushing from the room towards where you are, Dick close behind. Leslie quickly powers down the machine, and the bed extends out.
You're awake now, gasping desperately as you sit up quickly. Bruce is holding you by your arms, "Hey, hey- breathe, breathe, in and out, sweetheart." You clutch onto him as you take in shuddering gasps. Dick is rubbing your back, and Leslie is the last to come in, stethoscope on and flashlight prepared to take lucidity tests.
You follow her directions, following the light and letting her hear your heart, "Are you doing okay? Any pain, on a scale of one to ten, one being not much and ten being excruciating, describe your pain levels, please."
"S-seven," You're slumped over in Bruce's arms, stomach still aching, the pervading hunger is all that's on your mind. 'No more machine.' Oh, and the voice is back.
'We hunger. We will eat or die.' Sure, disembodied freaky voice in your head, let's eat. You don't care anymore; you just want the hurt to go away.
You're barely there as Doctor Thompkins explains that she wants to keep you for observation as they wait for the results of the MRI, the little they managed to get, that Bruce and Dick can come back in the morning and that you'd have the very best care as you stayed here. When had you been changed into a hospital gown? You're led to a bed that's not your own, and the door closes behind the nurse after she gets you ready for bed. It's silent for a beat.
'You wish for the pain to stop, little human?' Yes, creepy voice, just make it end.
'Permit me control of the vessel.' Fine.
It's been three days since you went missing.
Leslie had been the one to break the news, apparently, the day nurses went to check on patients during the shift changes and found you absent from your room. The nurse questioned Leslie whether you scheduled to be discharged during the night as soon as the senior entered the clinic for her shift. The answer was an immediate denial and panic. One phone call later, and the Bat-family were made aware.
CCTV footage was provided to them and showed you slipping from your bed, clad only in a hospital gown, and through the window, an unlucky blind spot of the clinic security footage, as they were unsure which direction you headed after. It completely confused your family as to why the hell you'd run away. Were you delirious from your ailment- were you being threatened- feeling neglected, did you hate them?
The first night was spent in bat costumes, searching the streets, interrogating the usual suspects for any hint of involvement, asking for favours from contacts. It all led to nowhere; it's as if you vanished off the face of the earth. The second day and night were spent the same way. Bruce tried to distract himself from all the possibilities of what could have happened to you by focusing on the investigation- trying not to imagine finally finding you in some dingy warehouse, face beaten beyond recognition, cold and still, the Joker's laugh echoing-
Jason's warm hand brings him back from the present. Bruce has been staring at the hospital footage of you for three hours at this point. He wipes the sweat from his brow, the tension is shoulders hunching them painfully. "We'll find 'em, but we ain't gonna do shit if you're exhausted; we need you at full capacity."
He knows Jason's right, the lack of sleep was going to do nobody any favours. Before he can argue, the rest of the family is also forcing him out of the batcave and to bed. Alfred's there to make sure he actually enters his bedroom and not his study to continue the investigation.
Bruce permits himself to rest a while, lying in bed. The silence settles with the silk sheets, and for the first time in years, Bruce cries. He just wants his kid back home; he'd never let you out of his sight again when he found you. He can't sleep, not like this. So he finds himself walking to your room.
It's a mess from your weeks of hell, in pain and being dismissed about it. The bed is unmade, the floor a mess, and the place smells of you and sweat and something that might be mango-scented oils. The room is undoubtedly a reflection of you. Unlike the rest of the house, which is decorated in sleek black-and-white gothic style, your room is bright. Your bed frame is yellow, and your sheets are burnt orange.
Your decor is a burst of sunset colours, and the walls are littered with pictures, drawings and posters. Your favourite TV shows and bands, there are pictures of you smiling beside people your own age that he doesn't recognise, your friends? You have a bookcase full of books- some he'd read, some he didn't recognise. There are awards on your shelves, a little Oscar statue for drama, a metal star award for reading, a medal for first place in long jump- he'd never seen any of them before.
There's a whole thick folder of atleast forty certificates, your very first from grade school about creative writing, progressing through to 'for asking good questions all week,' effort, learning, determination, 'football skills', working well, good behaviour, 'advanced reading', 'coming up with scientific theories and how to test them', 'ambition', scripts and picure pamphlets of the school plays and musicals (you'd been in eight- he'd never been to any of them), an acceptance letter for being student principal in middle school, choir letters- a concert tour to Italy that he'd signed off on and paid for but never fully read or realised.
There's a picture of you from kindergarten, and he stares at it. Your little cheeks, big round eyes, chubby hands holding up your mess of a painting proudly, your smile wide on your little face, and god damn it- he just wants his sweet baby back. He'll show up, he promises; it's not too late. You could still need him.
He falls asleep in your bed, your picture clutched to his chest.
It's on the fourth day that you show up.
You casually stroll downstairs to where the family is having a sullen breakfast. They pause at the sight of you- fresh, no longer gaunt, alive, sitting at the table like you haven't been gone for the better part of a whole week. Alfred freezes in the kitchen doorway.
You spread some jam on your toast. "Morning."
Dick drops his fork. Jason and Tim are looking at you, mouths agape; Damian's brows are furrowed in confusion, and Duke beside you is staring wide-eyed. Stephanie and Cass exchange worried glances.
You're taking a bite of your toast when Bruce stands and rushes to you, enveloping you in a massive hug, "Oh- hey, wow- watch the toast-"
"Watch the toast?!" Dick sputters at your blase words. "Where the hell have you been?" Damian demands. "I thought- we thought-" Stephanie blinks.
"We've been looking everywhere for you. You- you're not ill anymore?" Bruce cups your face, analysing and evaluating; he finds a healthy flush, a lack of those bruise-like eyebags from before, no fever. You seem perfectly fine, better than ever even.
"I've- uh. I've been around. Hah." Your voice sounds strained. "I'm fine, seriously."
"Around? Where? Answer me, clearly-" Bruce's expression becomes more suspicious and concerned.
"I said I'm fine. Would you lay off?" You extract yourself from his grip, getting up to return to your room.
Feeling you slip from his fingers again, a wave of panic washes over him, and Bruce moves to grab your arm. Your body suddenly moves by itself, turning your back to him to judo flip him over your shoulder. Your family gasps, jaws hanging open even further. It's a movement you have no control over, and you know who's responsible.
Venom! What the hell!? We're trying to be lowkey! 'He is what you would call an asshole who has neglected his spawn. I have no sympathy.' You're gonna get me caught!
Suffice it to say, being the teenage civilian you are, being able to judo flip your two-hundred-pound father is an impossible feat, which no doubt raises even more suspicion about where the hell you've been and what has happened to you. Bruce stares up at you from where he's on his back, winded, completely dumbfounded.
Alfred startles forward, "Master Bruce!-"
You run past your family, who are jumping to their feet and raising their voices in alarm, and out the closest window. What the hell else can you do when you're hiding a cannibalistic alien parasite in your head?
'Parasite?!' Sorry, symbiote.
Said symbiote is also responsible for the string of decapitated bodies that your vigilante family would soon find all over Gotham. You won't force them to make the decision to send you to jail if you never get caught by them. It's not like they'd be missing much in your absence anyway. They never did before.
'I'd miss you.' You're just saying that cuz you'd die without your 'perfect' host.
so for this one we got a few warnings: mention of blood, mention of guns, weapons, needles, mention of alcohol.
OML thank you so much to everyone who is liking, commenting and reposting, when I saw the amount of likes, I thought I was on someone else's post!!!, and reading all of you comments just brings me so much joy!!!!! Soooo here's part 4, ENJOY!!!!!
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Did Bruce Wayne find you drunk, singing karaoke in perfect Japanese at a night club in a Osaka?
Yes. Yes he did.
But in your defense, you were really only sort of pretending to be drunk.
You had tried something called the "Osaka Special" which did infact end up being alcoholic which you probably should've expected since you were in a bar.
Then again the speakers were blaring right next to your head when the bartender was telling you what was in it.
I mean it was pink! You couldn't NOT drink it.
Back to the present situation, you were singing karaoke on a stage, pretty well if you do say so yourself, when Taylor's voice took over the hidden earpiece.
"Uhhh "Reader"? We got a problem. Checkout who just walked in."
Shit, this was practically a family reunion with how many people were here. Bruce, Steph, Cass, Dick, Tim, Duke and somehow Damian entered through the doors. You snapped your head back to the crowd as Cass pointed you out on the stage.
Unfortunately you couldn't just stop singing so you kept going.
Suddenly Luke's laughing voice took over the earpiece, "DUDE LOOK AT DICK'S FACE, HELP ME OH MY GOD HE LOOKS LIKE HE JUST SAW A JAR OF SENTIENT PEANUT BUTTER MAKE A POLITICAL STATEMENT AT A CONFERENCE" his loud laugh took over the comms again.
Taylor cut him off " Weird analogy but, yeah."
Taylor was currently sitting in the club's security room, all the guards were knocked out, and bound in a corner.
Luke was leaning against the bar, coca cola in hand, in a half buttoned dress shirt, trousers and flip flops.
You and Taylor both questioned his outfit choice but he insisted that "it would help him blend in".
Taylor gave him the cue to go get changed into his gear and he exited the room.
You yelled thank you at the crowd and rushed off stage following him.
Unfortunately, your family made it through the crowd faster than you hoped they would.
Taylors voice crackles through the comms again "No time to change -Reader-! Get back to the van, NOW!"
You exhaled with frustration, the short black party dress you were wearing wasn't exactly ideal for agility.
You managed to cut through the crowd to the back alley exit where the van was waiting.
You felt someone brush up against you and slip what felt like a note into your hand. You managed to get a glimpse of a bald man with a large dragon tattoo on the side of his neck, door half open, Bruce laid eyes on you and yelled something, most likely a signal to the others.
They grouped together and approached. Dick reached out to grab your wrist but someone grabbed you from behind.
Luke's gloved hands wrap around your waist as you yell in resistance, you had to get to that man. You recognized him from a mission in Vienna, he had left a set of coordinates, addresses, and names in your hotel room that helped you take down a large drug ring.
Luke slapped a hand over your mouth and dragged you back as Bruce yelled
"NO!!! WAIT!!!"
Tim lounged for you but Luke twisted, kicking him in the chest before picking you up and throwing you into the back of the van, jumping in after you.
"TAYLOR, GO!!!" Luke cried.
Taylor looked back before slamming on the gas, navigating her way through the streets.
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"I don't understand. The man from Vienna was here and he gave you this paper?" Luke asked, leaning back on the plush hotel room chair.
You nodded, eyebrows pushed together. "I mean last time the address helped us. Should we go to this one too? It says tomorrow night."
Taylor looks up from her computer, pushing up the blue light glasses resting on her nose. "It seems to be an abandoned warehouse."
Luke sighed, rubbing a hand across his face,
"I mean it couldn't hurt to try?"
--- 12:35 pm, Kyoto, Abandoned Warehouse---
Your eyes ran across the scene multiple times.
Fourteen gunmen inside, not including the two guarding a large black leather case.
There were storage boxes, stacked and littered across the site.
Luke leaned on the railing surrounding the highest floor of the warehouse.
A grin spread across your face under your mask and hood, adrenaline coursing through you.
You were armed to the teeth and had run this exact scenario hundreds of times in training.
You looked over at Luke, his fingers tapping against his arms in a rapid pace.
You knew he was thinking the exact same thing you were.
Tonight, your usual armoured body suit was a bit changed, now the armoured upper part of your cape, the piece that connected to your back had two large daggers inside a hidden compartment.
You had three guns on you, two on the sides of your thighs, one on your ankle, under your boot.
You couldn't even count the amount of hidden throwing knives and daggers you had on you.
Your back currently had two swords strapped to it. Old-style. They were about the length from your wrist to your shoulder, and in your opinion, absolutely gorgeous. They were light weight and sharp enough to cut steel like paper.
You looked at Luke and he shifted his choice in weapon. A bo staff. It reminded you a bit of Red Robin but their differences in build and uniform made it better.
As well as the fact that Luke would absolutely kick Tim's ass in a fight.
After crossing the hanging pathway to the other side of the warehouse, you stop at your mark.
You lower the mask covering your mouth and nose, and raise your fingers to your mouth, letting out a sharp whistle.
You waited for the other two whistles to sound.
The distinct whistles echoed back to you.
Taylor's voice finally came over the comms
"Its go time." (10/10 experience when listening to dramatic music).
You vault over the railing, grabbing a chain hanging from the ceiling, using it to swing forward and kick a gunman in the back of the head.
He tripped forward and you landed on his back.
You turned around to see two men running forward. No guns? Weird.
You kept it fair, using hand to hand combat to match their lack of weapons. That was a mistake. He pulled a knife from his belt and slashed across your stomach, not deep enough to kill you, but you needed to wrap it and stitch it within the next hour or two.
You swiftly punch the first one in the jaw, following it with a kick to the head.
His friend catches up to the fight, throwing a messy punch at your head, its almost boring. You let out a small "tsk" and grab his forearm, flipping him over your head, then grabbing his ankle and using the chain you swung down in, wrap his leg up and look for a nearby button, but someone gets to it before you do, yanking him 20 feet in the air.
Red Robin, sits in a crouch on a shipping container, Spoiler, and Nightwing, arms crossed behind him.
Bollocks. You tap your earpiece, moving before they sprung on you
"Looks like dear old dad and the birds are here."
You say as you duck behind a large crate and lift your shirt to access the knife slash, you had traded armour for less weight and more weapons. And were paying for it. You crudely placed gauze on the wound and pulled your shirt back down. You could treat it soon.
You took a deep breath and stood back up, moving through the maze of crates.
Taylor's voice answered your earlier warning. " Trust me, we know. Bats is real mad. It didn't get any better after Luke chucked Robin into a shipping container."
Luke apologized nearby.
"Sorry bout that -Reader-, but he kind of deserved it."
You cut your way through a few more men, eventually finding Luke and Taylor. Blood was now splattered across the knuckles of your gloves. Shame. You liked them.
Taylor draws another arrow, shooting it at the leg of a gunman.
To your surprise, something slams his head into the side of a container, light enough to keep him alive but strong enough to knock him out.
Batman steps out of the shadows. Luke inhales sharply
"Chill out" you order.
His gloved fingers tighten his grip around his staff.
Taylor knocks another arrow, but keeps the bow lowered.
"Masks." the three of you tap the small button on the sides of your heads. A dark electronic mask folds out of the collarbone of your suit attaching from behind your hand and connecting to the top of your hood . Further concealing your faces. The mask wouldn't lift until you told it too.
It also had a built in AI Taylor named Chris.
The screen glowed a mellow green around the edges, activating infrared vision.
Six blobs of red appear. Great, so everyone REALLY meant everyone. Duke must have stayed back to manage comms with Babs.
Luke stepped forward. "How can we help, Batman?"
Your eyebrows raised, you were expecting, hostility, condescension, definitely a bit of sarcasm too. Certainly not a successful attempt at civility.
Nightwing cleared his throat. "You kidnapped ou-.......we got reports of a kidnapping at a night club in Osaka. All sources described, well. You."
Damian stepped forward. "Where are you keeping her?" The question was aimed at you.
Batman pulled out a batarang in threat, Spoiler and Tim copied the action. It was almost comedic. They really thought you had kidnapped yourself.
Your friends simultaneously burst into laughter. A snicker escaped you but you quickly recovered. Taylor bent over, hands on her knees as loud raging laughs shook her body.
Luke was full on, on the floor, wheezing.
You shifted your weight and cocked your head, rolling your eyes.
"It's really not that funny."
"US? KIDNAPPING HER? HELP ME OH LORD" Luke was on his knees coughing, small giggles still escaping.
Taylor cleared her throat and dusted off her suit. "No, -snort- we in fact, did NOT kidnap -Reader- -Last Name-"
Bruce seemed to stiffen at the lack of use of "Wayne" in that sentence.
You sighed. "Apex, Rogue, please head back to the base. Ill meet you there soon."
Taylor started to protest. "Bu-" you cut her off. You didn't like using your power over them as the team leader, but right now, you had too.
"Rogue, that was an order." you say coldly. She saluted you before melting into the shadows. Luke hugged you, then mimicked her motion and followed suite.
Robin stepped forward, unsheathing his katana, you however left your arms crossed and swords sheathed.
Cass grabbed his hood yanking him back.
Suddenly every muscle in your body stiffens, the hairs on your back rise. Without looking you draw a knife from your waist and throw it at the sniper hidden on a stack of containers.
It makes contact with a loud thump and he cries out, accidentally rolling off his hiding spot and dropping to the ground with a groan, before going limp.
Ouch. Not dead but that's gonna hurt. You were praying that your bodycam got that. That was like the fourth coolest thing you've done.
You turn your attention back to your family and suddenly twp loud puffs sound. The first tranquilizer misses but the second one hits in an unarmoured spot on your inner thigh. You grunt, falling to your knees. Body going slowly limp.
"Missed one." You manage to get out.
That earns you a small chuckle from somewhere in the shadows.
Nightwing steps out from behind a container and pulls out a needle.
Your eyes widen. He grabs your head. Your arms were already too sluggish to resist. He tilts it to the side and injects the sedative into your neck. Your vision starts clouding. Right before your eyes close you mutter,
"Chris, engage lights out protocol."
The fuzzy darkness sucks you in and you drift off. Your head lolls and you feel your brother harshly grab your hood and drag you off.
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