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THE NEWS

[BATFAMILY IMAGINE SERIES]

Summary: Bruce and his wife Y/N have something to share with the boys but how would they take it?...

Word count: 1420

Warnings: none?

Bruce Wayne, eccentric billionaire of Gotham city had four sons, three of which were adopted. Y/N Wayne has been his beloved wife for six years now, she had been as good as a mother could be for the boys though they were not her own kin, she did everything for them and didnt hesitate to protect them when needed. Her life revolved around them and all four of them knew that, they adored her just as much as she adored them.

Dick moved out a couple of years ago, Y/N at first was sad since he was the one she had known the longest and he was her first 'son', she understood that he was a grown man now and he needed his own space. Jason switched between the manor and an apartment he owned, sometimes he got homesick which made him feel distressed but he always had the comfort of his 'mother' waiting for him whenever he needed.

Tim had only really just turned seventeen, he was still a child and therefore still in Bruce and Y/N's custody, he has been working hard lately due to him being in college and he's pushing through the darkness of reality to have a successful life. Then there was Damian, he was the baby of the family at the age of fourteen, though he liked to act way older than he really is, being quite mature for his age, he can also be a little broody at times but you know what some say, like father like son, right? 

At this point they had all become a big family, perfect but dysfunctional.

"How are we supposed to tell them Bruce? What if they dont take it very well?" Y/N rushed, looking up at her husband who chuckled at her anxious ness.

"Your over thinking it again darling, everything will be perfectly fine. I promise." Bruce slathered an arm around her waist and pulled into his bigger form, rubbing up and down the length of her arm with his other hand.

"Are you sure. Oh what about Damian, I'm sure he wont like this-" Her tone became more distressed as she went on, her hand coming up to rest on her heavy eyes as she let out a shaky breath.

"Dont worry about it Y/N, I'm sure the boys will be delighted. In their own ways." He stated, whispering the last part of the sentence which didnt go unheard by his wife who whined out and hit his chest several times, sending him a glare. "Hey. Everything will be fine."

The woman took a seat on the couch, groaning when she heard the loud thudding sequence of steps that were emitting for the hall. Her elbows came to rest on her knees, body slouching over while her hands held her head up, Bruce sighed lightly and sat beside her, placing and arm around her shoulder in a form of comfort.

"So what'dya wanna talk about Ma'." Jason's voice called out as he entered the room, being followed by the other three boys behind him.

"I-i just..." She wiped her hands down her jeans, looking up at the boys that were watching her nervous movements, Bruce took both of her hands in his and sent her reassuring smile when she glanced his way and nodded slightly. "Well- y-your going to be big brothers."

"W-what?" Dick and Tim squeaked, eyes widening in shock as there mouths fell a gape. They looked at each other and then to the others before facing the adults again, Y/N smiled sheepishly and Bruce arched a brow at them motioning towards the woman who shook in anxious ness.

"Y-your pregnant?" Jason heaved out, a small smile coming to his lips when he looked towards his mother figure.

"Yeah..." Y/N stood up from her place on the couch, along with Bruce who was still trying to comfort her as she was still a little shaky from the nervousness. Her eyes trailed over the boys and fell on Damian who had a neutral look on his face, no emotion present. "D-dami?"

The boy looked at her for split second with squinted eyes before spinning on his heel and rushing out of the room. A hard clutter of footsteps could behead thumping up the stairs, a few seconds later the sound of a door slamming shout could be heard.

"Mum are you-" Tim stepped forwards, looking at the woman with worry in his eyes as he saw the tears start to gather in her own. She shook her head, smiling at him with a sniffle.

She whispered a 'yes' looking back at Bruce momentarily the proceeded to walk away from him, passing the boys to exit the lounge area. Her eyes peered up to the landing, a heavy breath passing her lips when she started to make her way up the stairs.

She hopped up them quickly, strolling down the landing to the end where Damians room was. Her hand rose to the dark oak, hesitation hitting her but she pushed aside the sad feeling that she had felt and knocked on the door three times, hearing shuffling before the door swung open to reveal the small ravenette. Damian held eye contact with the woman intensely, tilting his head to the side. He sighed, rolling his eyes and walked backwards into his room, leaving the door open which was a silent way fo telling her she could enter if she wanted to.

"Dami, i-i never meant to upset you-"

"I'm not upset." He cut her off, turning around to look at her. His blue orbs widened when he saw tears returning to her eyes, a feeling of guilt seeping through the barrier he held. "Al'umu?"

"I'm sorry Damian, really I am." She muttered, wiping her eyes and attempted to send a smile his way but failed immensely when her bottom lip began to tremble, a burn setting in the back of her throat as she tried to hold back the tears.

"Theres nothing to be sorry for Al'umu, I just appear to- to feel jealous." Y/N furrowed her brows in confusion, Damian looked down in shame, falling back to sit on the edge of his bed as he grumbled a few curses under his breath.

"I dont understand." She walked over to his bed and crouched down infront of him, raising a hand to push the pieces of hair away so they disnt block his face. She brushed a finger of his cheek, lifting up his chin so he looked at her. "I need you to know, you can never be replaced Dami. I wont allow that to happen, you'll still always be important just as much as the others and this baby."

"But-"

"No Damian, sure at first the baby will need alot of attention but I wont allow any of you boys to feel left out. Besides, you'll always my baby Wayne, Dame." Y/N stood up, pulling the boy with her, bringing him into het embrace which he accepted right away. She placed a kiss at the top of his head and brought him in closer, chuckling when he snuggled closer.

"Aw- who'da thought Demon was soft." Jason's voice echoed through the room making the two look towards the archway, spotting Jason along with Bruce and the other two boys whi smiled at the sight before them.

"Shut it Todd. Fuck you, I'm not soft." Damian went to pull away from Y/N but was pulled back into the hug, much to his dismay as he didnt want anyone to see him in this 'state'.

"You want a hug too Jay?" She tilted her head with a smirk, letting Damian free from her grasp. Her eyes squinted at the second oldest who frowned and looked at her but ended up nodding walking towards her and encasing her in his arms.

"Group hug!" Dick called out, grabbing Tim's arm and rushed to join the hug. Y/N chuckled reaching an arm out to the side, pulling the two boys in. Damian was now stuck at her side since Dick and Tim were blocking his exit.

"C'mon Bruce." The man scoffed, rolling his eyes playfully before making his way towards the crowding hug. He walked around to the back so his chest was against Y/N's back and he wrapped his arms around the boys, smiling at the moment they are having together at this time.

#batfamily x reader #batfamily #batmom #batboys #gotham #dick grayson #jason todd #damian wayne #x reader #tim drake #bruce wayne #wholesome

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SANITY ANCHOR

Eyeless jack x Bestfriend!Reader

Summary: After being kidnapped by an old bestfriend who was pronounced dead, Y/N is forced to live a life away from society where only Jack can presumably keep her safe.

Word count: 978

Warnings: mentions of violence, blood, small sharp object usage (scalpel).

It was silent. Eerily silent.

The sound of creaking echoed up above, specs of dust crumbled from the wooden ceiling of what seemed to be a basement. A girl sat in the middle of the room, head hanging as she sobbed quietly to herself, not being able to move as she was strapped to the chair.

The girl tiredly lifted her head as the sound of footsteps started to thud against the boards just outside the door she was locked behind. Her eyes glazed over, watching as the door was pushed open slowly, revealing a tall figure clad in a dark navy hoody, black slacks and jhett matted combat boots- a blue mask adorned his face, a black stiff liquid-like substance strolled down the adjacent of the hard material, trailing from the dark abyss of eye holes.

"Please. Jack dont do this." She pleaded as she caught sight of the male her captor harshly shoved inside the room, making him fall to the floor with a thud and a groan.

"Oh Y/N..." The masked man mused, pushing the door shut with his boot as his hands reached out for her face. The smooth material of his leather gloves connected with her cheeks gently, thumbs stroking at the flesh to rid what was left of the tears she had cried before. "I'm just doing my duties."

"Why..." Y/N looked up to the mask, blinking rapidly as more tears started to surface. She furrowed her brows as she looked into the holes of the mask, not being able to find any detail behind them.

She didnt get a clear response, a part from a small hum as he pulled his hands away and turned his back towards her. His tall figure lunged over to the quivering male who lay on the floor, blood pouring from the gash that was prominent through the ripped trouser leg.

The girls eyes trailed over them, following Jack's hand that slipped into his pocket, pulling out a scalpel seconds later. The masked male kneeled down, free hand clutching onto the others ankle when he tried to squirm away pulling harshly so he was layed directly infront of him. Jack's hand hovered over the leg, ascending up to the bottom of the shirt where he tugged it up and ran a hand along the skin, pushing down in some of the areas, muttering to himself.

"Now stay still...this will only hurt alot." Jack chuckled menacingly, twisting his head to take a quick glance at the girl through his mask. He brought down the scalpel, watching the male who lay beneath cautiously waiting for him to squirm, kick, hit- to try and get away but nothing seemed to happen. This could be for one of two reasons- one hes too scared to move or three he's lost too much blood and hasn't got the energy.

And just as the sharp utensil made contact with the skin of the boys stomach he wrenched forwards into a sitting position, making Jack stagger on his knees and huff in annoyance. He lurched forwards grabbing onto the boys shirt, shoving him back down to the floor before he could make any sudden movements. Jack climbed onto his victim, stabbing into his torso three times straight ignoring the screams and cried of the girl behind them.

The erratic screams echoed through the dense basement area.

"Jack. Jack stop it please!" Y/N cried out pleadingly, her eyes switched between the cannibalistic killer and his victim who writhed around from beneath him, screen hung out in pain, as his stomach was quite literally being torn apart.

The girl gasped and gagged at the sight before her eyes, Jack's hand reached inside the now limp boys open stomach, sifting through until he grasped onto what he wanted, tugging it out harshly. He raised his bloody hand to his face breathing in content as he 'eyed' the kidney that he had in his grasp, the sight being so undeniably gruesome to the girl.

"See Y/N/N that wasnt too bad, I'm done for the time being." The masked man came to a stand, his free hand lifted the mask and shifted it to rest on the side of his head revealing half of his ashy toned features. His mouth opened revealing a row of razor canines and a tongue longer than a humans, pointed at the tip.

"Why do you do this Jack, th-this isn't the Jack I used to know- you took me away from home and brought me here." She looked towards the killer, tears falling one after another as she breathed ragged breaths. Her hair fell before her eyes, hands balled into fists not being able to move much due to them being tied down to the wooden arms of the chair she was strapped to. "I watch you rip open people, male and female on the daily. It hurts Jack. Your making me go insane. I dont want this..." 

"You mean everything to me. I've known you for as long as I can remember Y/N, you were my bestfriend, so sweet and innocent." He bit down into the kidney in frustration, throwing it to the floor as he stepped directly infront of the girl, taking a hold of her face within his bloody hands. "They tried to ruin you, turn you against me when I became the sacrifce but you cried and begged for it to stop. You were made to watch as I was ripped away from society and changed into this-" His thumbs stroked away the tears as they released from her waterline, his black abyss of holes he now has for eyes bored into her own. "You're the last bit of sanity I hold and I'll be damned if you are no longer by my side."

#creepypasta #creepypasta x reader #eyeless jack #eyeless jack x reader #x reader #horror #demon boy

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IMAGINARY

Laughing jack x reader

Summary: When Y/N's little brother has an imaginary friend. It is really just a part of the imagination, right?

Word count: 1694

Warnings: hint at death, scary monochrome clown?

Screams echoed through the air, the sound of slashing contrasting with the sweet cries for help. The neutral tones of light flashed from behind the tv screen making the girl jump on the spot from where she sat, legs criss-crossed on the sofa. A screech emerged from the doorway making her spin to see a young brunette haired boy, eyes teary as his hands clutched onto the soft plush teddy bear in his hands.

"Bobby?" The girl whispered, standing from the sofa so she could walk over to the small boy who shook as the tears broke the water barrier of his deep brown orbs. "What happend? Are you okay?"

"No, I had a nightmare..." he sped towards his older sister, arms moving to wrap around her lower waist, digging his head into her stomach. "Make the monsters go away Y/N."

She looked down at him, bottom lip slipping between her teeth before she peered back at the tv screen to see yet another victim get slashed open by a murderous predator in the movie she had been watching previously. Y/N crouched down gently taking Bobby up into her arms and moved him around so his head rested in the crook of her neck while her arms rest under his legs to hold him up in place.

"Shh, it's okay Bobby." She whispered into his hair, placing a kiss on his head to offer him comfort while she started off into the hallway where she walked towards the stairs and made her way up to the dark landing.

At the end of the hall was the open door of the young boys room, a small white streak of light emitting through the crack. The girl squinted lightly, in an attempt to help her eyes adjust to the change in lighting upstairs where it was alot darker. Upon entering her brothers room she looked around noticing the window on the far left hand side of the room was open a-jar, the tall trees outside had been casting shadows within the room.

Y/N hummed to herself lightly, shaking her head.

"Are they gone Y/N/N?" A tiny murmur slipped through the boys lips, his head lifting from her shoulder to reveal a red and puffy eyed face which made her brows furrow in sadness at the sight of her scared little brother.

"Yes, I think we scared them away."

"That's good. Jack tried to help me, but I ran away." As Y/N placed the boy onto his bed and started to tuck him in she leaned back slowly, raising an eyebrow at him in question.

"Jack? Who's Jack?" Her voice dragged out the name cautiously, eyes glancing over Bobby's face, coming to notice a small but content smile tugging at his lips.

"Laughing Jack, he's my bestfriend." The boy chuckled and clapped his hands as his brown orbs drifted to the 'empty' space from over his sisters shoulder. "He's behind you Y/N/N." She spun around on her heel, only to find that there was actually nobody behind her. She sighed, hand reaching up to scratch at her head, turning back to face her brother.

"Is he?" She questioned in confusion, smiling softly when Bobby started to nod his head vigorously. 'This jack must be imaginary.' Y/N thought to herself, she decided to humor her little brothers imagination by taking notice of this so called 'friend's that was standing behind her. "Well then- urm Hello there Laughing Jack."

"Your silly Y/N, he's standing right beside you now." Bobby giggled pointing to the right hand side of her to which she tutted to herself, playing along by rolling her eyes and slapping her forehead gently, maneuvering her body to now face where jack would be standing according to the young boy.

"Pleasure to meet you Jack." With that she smiled into the empty space of the room, placing her attention back to her brother who was grinning widely at his sister. "Anyway, isn't it past you bedtime mister?"

"B-but what if the monsters come back Y/N?!" Bobby suddenly was at full attention again, eyes wide in alarm. Y/N let out a puff of air, leaning down to the boy as she tucked him into the bed placing a kiss on his forehead.

"I promise that there are no monsters." Her eyes wavered over his face watching as his bottom lip started to tremble. "Or I could stay here with you."

"Yes. Y-yes please."

A few hours later Bobby was fast asleep In his bed, Y/N sat on the floor beside the beds frame with her hand resting beside the boy as he clutched on tightly. She huffed out a yawn, using her free hand to rub at her eyes that drifted towards the digital alarm clock that shone illuminous red numbers showing that it was exactly 12:00am.

A creak caught the girls attention making her head snap to the side to see the rocking chair in the corner, swaying back and forth. She furrowed her brows, moving her hand from her brothers grasp, coming to stand up from her place on the floor, staggering as she tried to gain her balance because of the feeling of pins and needles scattering through her legs from being in the same seated position for so long.

"Stupid creepy chair." She yawned out, stretching her hands above her head groaning, trying to be quiet as not to awake the sleeping child. Y/N crept towards the door, hand reaching out to open it only to stop when she heard a distant sound of hysterical laughter. Shaking her head she reached out again, pulling the door so she could slide through the gap and pull it closed behind her.

Once she turned to head over towards her room she came to a stop again, scrunching her face when she saw a glimpse of fluorescent colours surfing from the gap under her bedroom door. Y/N wasnt typically the type of person to get scared easily, sure she would jump and cringe at things but not get fully scared.

Her eyes scanned the dark landing area, stepping towards her bedroom hesitantly.

She pushed open the door slowly only to find it in its usual state. Her eyes flickered over the many band posters and pieces of art that were displayed on the plain walls making it more colourful, she shook her head in dismissal, running at her tired eyes that she could barely keep open with every second that passes. 

As she stepped fully into the room, she hadn't even had chance push the door to a close as it slammed right behind her, making her jump and squeak a sound of surprise. Her body spun to face the door, but it seemed the door was now missing and was replaced with a black wall or atleast that's what it seemed to be at first glance. Her head tilted up slowly, eyes coming to see a pale face; bright icy blue eyed that pierced her own, a black and white pointed cone nose upon a set of matted black lips thsy curved into a wicked grin- seemingly being the face of an unnerving monochrome clown.

"Aren't you precious." The clown giggled, reaching out a clawed black hand towards the girls face, who didnt make any attempt to move as she was in a state of shock and scarce, though she had flinched when the hand had made contact with the soft skin of her cheek.

"W-what- How. Who are you?" Y/N whispered coarsely.

"Why im Laughing Jack of course!" The clown exclaimed, the girl jumped back slightly at the change of pitch.

"I-I dont understand. How-?" Her much smaller form staggered back, falling onto the bed as the backs of her knees made contact with the mattress.

The clown strode towards her though it only really took him two steps before he started to crawl ontop of her trapping her quivering form beneath his bigger structure. A wide eerie smile etched it's way onto his face, allowing the girl to catch a glimpse of his sharp canines that pointed at the ends.

"I am only an entity, I travel as I please. Now you see me, now you dont." He vanished into air within seconds, Y/N sat up slowly looking around the room vastly. Her eyes wandered, adjusting to the darkness as the small streaks of light passed through her curtains helping her vision become slightly clearer. "You see what I allow and if not you miss me..."

Y/N rushed to stand, screeching when Laughing Jack appeared beside her on the bed, head tilted as his eyes glimmered with a look to be unknown. She squinted at him, watching as he chuckled as a child would, rolling on the bed while clutching his stomach.

"What do you want?" She murmered, taking one step towards the bed but still keeping some form of distance.

"Lil' ole' Jack only wanted a play mate but I'm getting bored now, guess I'll have to get rid of the twirp and find a new one." He grinned up at the girl who stared in confusion, a sense of realisation flooding her as his words echoed in the back of her head.

"B-Bobby... No y-you dont touch him, dont you dare."

"Oh? And what are you going to do about it suga'." The clown came to a stand, towering over the girl as he continuously stepped in her direction making her back away only for her to be cornered between him and the wall. "He'll be in very good hands."

"Please. He's all I have." She croaked, tears falling from the water barrier of her Y/E/C eyes.

"Aww hes all you have, shame." He stroked one singular claw down the side of her face, from temple to chin, placing the point beneath to lift her face so she was fully staring at him.

"Please..." Her voice came strained, Laughing Jack only seemed to smile widely before he vanished once again.

#creepypasta #creepypasta x reader #laughing jack #laughing jack x reader #clown #monochrome #imaginary friend #horror #x reader

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Damian: Why must you always defy me.

Y/N: Because your the literal spawn of satan, I dont wanna hear it...

Damian: We share the same father.

Y/N: That doesnt mean shit- right? I'm not an over egotistical brat!

Damian: I am not an egotistical brat!

Y/N: Oh so you defend yourself against being called egotistical and a brat but not a demon spawn, how does that work?!

Damian: I have no time for this. You're very irritable.

Y/N: I'm pretty sure your bullshit has a body count by now.

Damian: I'm really, really trying not to hurt you right now.

...

#damian wayne #damian wayne x reader #gotham #x reader #batboys #batfamily x reader #mature language #robin

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Jason: call me that again, see what happens.

Y/N: And if I do?

Jason: Is that really something your wanting to test right now?

Y/N: [smirks] I dont know, I mean the name is pretty self explanatory.

Jason: How-

Y/N: Be quiet Toddsy.

Jason: Run! [Starts chasing Y/N]

Y/N: Ahhh! It's just a name.

Jason: [shouting] When I catch you everyone will know your name cos' it'll be all over the fucking news!

Y/N: [shouts back] Is that a death threat?

Jason: You're about to find out.

...

#jason todd #red hood #jason todd x reader #batfamily #gotham #batboys #jason todd scenarios #x reader #mature language

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BULLET WOUND

[BATFAMILY IMAGINE SERIES]

Batfamily x Batmom!Reader

Summary: When the Joker strikes at Gotham bank and the family of vigilantes come to take care of the clown and his henchmen- someone ends up getting hurt...

Word count: 1282

Warnings: mention of being shot, fighting the jokers henchmen.

The nightly breeze swirled around the hooded figure who stood on one of the roof tops in Gotham, the person looked down over the streets. A soft sigh fell from their lips as they shook their head lightly, a car sped down one of the main roads, whizzing unrhymatically as it nearly crashed into the other vehicles surrounding it.

"Here we go again." A feminine voice fell from the hooded figures lips, she peered over the ledge of the building before stepping forwards and jumping from the tall facility. She reached down quickly and pulled out a grappler, aiming at the building opposite the one she had just jumped from and aimed, releasing the long piece of rope which connected, piercing through a part of the bricks.

She pulled on the grapple, lifting her legs lightly as leverage when she started steering in the right direction. Her feet made contact with the stone wall, her hands grasping a tighter hold on he object she held, allowing her to climb the building vastly. Her hands set on the ground floor at the top, hauling herself up, one standing she pulled down her hood down revealing a soft face, a domino mask covering her bright Y/E/C orbs behind the dim ashy tone.

The woman walked over to the over side of the building where she was met with four other figures, a smile falling upon her lips when she saw them look her way.

"Bout time." Red Hood chuckled, looking down at his wrist in a jokingly gesture as if he had a watch on.

"I'm here now aren't I?" She shrugged, waltzing over to stand between Batman and Robin. She looked down at the kid and smirked, then looked back up to Bats with the same feature only raising her eyebrow aswell. "So what are we dealing with here B."

"The Joker. Robbery at Gotham banking centre." Batman stated side eyeing the woman as she scoffed, placing her hands on her hips while looking over the buildings ledge and into the streets where she saw a familiar black van which a few masked goons were stepping out from.

The 'Corbeau' stepped forth and slipped from the roof again, grabbing onto the ledge before she fully fell. Her free hand went to her belt where she pulled out a anchored rope which she attached to the roof before starting to descend down the side of the banking facility. Her eyes squinted when she noticed the Joker stepping from one of the other vans that had just pulled up behind the other, a curse leaving her lips when she jumped the rest of the way down and rushed around to the front of the building.

The woman crashed through the double doors, purposley catching the attention of the Joker and his goons. She walked forwards slowly, holding eye contact with the clown prince of Gotham himself who was looking at her smugly, his hands rising with a pistol pointing out to his left as he cackled lowly.

"Nawh if it isn't Mrs. Bats..." Corbeau's lip raised in a sneer, a growl emitting from her lips while the Joker mocked her. "Where is Batsy anyway, doll?"

"Around." She murmered, looking behind her when she heard several thuds sound from the outside. A small smile graced her lips when she saw Batman and the boys making their way inside to stand at her side. "Told ya' Jokes, he's always around."

"Busted." Red Hood called out, walking forwards while pulling out his two pistols from the holsters on eiether side of his chest. Just as the boy was about to pull the safety trigger a goon stepped forward and brought the butt of his own gun down upon Red's head. "Hard way it is I see. Nice."

A few other goons started to come towards the vigilantes. Nightwing elbowed the one to his right, ducking just in time for the other to throw a punch which made contact with the goon opposite him. Red Robin was hauled back by another to which he reeled his head back and made the man loosen his grip. Robin had his fists at the ready, in a fighting stance when he saw several henchmen running his way.

Corbeau went to lunge at the Joker but was stopped by one of the bigger henchmen, she smiled up at him. Her arm swung back and then swiftly forged forwards making contact with the mans masked face, a sickening crunch emitted from beneath. Batman was already busy fighting off a few of the others that had joined in on the fight.

The woman had jumped up at the man, swinging her legs around his neck and was successfully able to bring him to the ground as she released the majority of her body weight on his which was lucky enough to send him to the floor. Her eyes scanned the room, catching sight of the Joker who had his gun cocked at the ready aimed at the youngest Vigilante.

"Dam-Robin?!" Her words mixed as she jumped up and started running in his direction. It was as if it all went in slow motion, the echo of a gun shot rang through the room making everybody turn to the source of sound. A grunt passed through the corbeau's lips as the small metal object ripped through the skin of her abdomen, passing through the barriers of skin and flesh.

"Al'umu!" Robin called out, running towards the older woman who had dropped to her knees from the impact of the bullet rippling through her body. He slid to his knees beside her, catching her by her arms to hold her in place.

"Hey Dami, it's okay. M'fine." She whispered to him sending a smile his way though he tutted and shook his head. "Been through worse..."

"Why did you do that Al'umu? It was meant for me." Damian looked into his 'mothers' eyes in despair then his ocean blues trailed down to the red patch that had stared to seep through her suit.

"I'd never let my boys get hurt Dame, not as long as I can help it." She let out a hoarse chuckle, pushing on the boys shoulders so she could stand up. Her hand reached out and grasped his own, pulling him up from his spot on the ground.

"You cant fight, you're hurt."

"Seems your father and brothers have dealt with it." The ravenette turned to see that the others had indeed done much while the two were in their own little world. The henchmen were down, unconscious while the Joker was stood there with his pale hands in cuffs as Bats handed him over to Jim Gordon, chief police officer at GPD.

"Ma' are you okay?" Jason rushed forwards with worry swirling within his iris's.

"I'm fine Jaybird, I just need to get home and rest up I guess. Oh and get this bullet out of my body." She pointed down towards the open wound, wincing as she moved around making it sting and ache. Her left hand came down to it and applied the pressure needed.

"C'mon mum." Dick pulled her arm up and hooked it around his neck, leading her out of the building and onto the streets where she spotted Tim and Bruce standing by the Batmobile.

"Mum-"

"I'm fine Timmy, I swear." She chuckled at the distressed look upon his face and waved him off.

"Let's get you home my love." Bruce took her away from Dick and helped her into the passenger side of the vehicle, he placed a kiss on her temple before shutting the door and heading to the drivers side.

#batman #batfamily #batmom #nightwing #red hood #red robin #robin #jason todd #dick grayson #tim drake #damian wayne #bruce wayne #x reader #gotham

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RESTLESS NIGHTS

[BATFAMILY IMAGINE SERIES]

Dick grayson x Vigilante!Reader

Summary: Ever since the reader had a run in with the scarecrow one evening, she couldnt let go of the image she got under the influence of the fear gas- her worst fear - losing her beloved.

Word count: 955

Warnings: mentions of blood/slight death.

The rain spattered against the window pane, creating a low and soft thumping sound that was almost calming. Y/N lay in bed, eyes barely open but struggling to close while her boyfriend was asleep peacefully beside her- how she envied him in this moment. She wanted to sleep, even more so needed to sleep, she was tired but restless at the same time, she didnt want to fall into the same nightmare she did everytime she closed her eyes because everything seemed too real. It was like a warning really.

A sigh escaped her throat, emitting into the silence of the room. Her head turned to the right, catching a glimpse of the digital clock beside her that lit up in an voluminous red colour. 1:30am was what shone on the small screen, she had been laying in the same position for hours. She should be thankful Dick was next to her and asleep because neither of them got to spend this kind of moment together or even remotely fall into a slumber with their daily rounds of the night patrols that were set for them.

Y/N placed her hands on eiether side of her thighs and pushed up so she was now sat against the headboard. Her Y/E/C orbs trailed around the messy room, switching between every object in her eyeline. Her mind went elsewhere, flicking back to the time where everything was supposedly easier, not normal but easier.

Then her thoughts drifted to something that wasnt so nice. The nightmares that haunted her daily and nightly. It had all started when she was on night watch with Dick one night, they ran into Scarecrow and she was put under his fear gas. Everything seemed too real in that moment, the blood that stained her hands, Dicks blood to be exact. She watched him die and she couldnt do anything about it, all she did was hold his deceased body in her arms as she sobbed and begged for him to come back.

Though it was only an image that was engraved into her mind by some mere chemicals mixed together, she couldnt shake off the thought of something like that actually happening because it was more than possible. When she finally came back to reality that night she didnt speak a word to Dick who was trying to console her broken aura, she ignored him and ran straight to the bathroom locking herself inside.

Her eyes deceived her as she continued to see the blood that covered her body in the mirror, her mind was playing games with her but at the time she had no clue. She was inconsolable. She spent what felt like hours inside the shower, scrubbing harshly at her sensitive skin making it peel and burn- that was until Dick grew worried and came to her rescue before she caused any harm to herself.

"Babe..." A hoarse voice spoke from her right, bringing her back to reality. Her head tilted down to see her boyfriend hugging her waist, his head burried in her stomach as he looked up at her with his deep blue hues.

"Hey bub." Y/N whispered tiredly, letting out a small yawn as she brought her hands up to rub at her eyes.

"Why are you still awake?" His raven locks stuck in every direction making the girl chuckle slightly and smooth it out as he started to sit up beside her against the headboard.

"Couldnt sleep." She leant over, head falling into Dicks chest. He raised a hand and ran it through her hair, humming while he yawned in response to her statement. His fingers stroked lighty on her scalp in a calm manner, running through the length of her unruly Y/H/C hair.

"Y'look tired baby." Dicks half lidded eyes peered down, taking in her sleepy for though he tell she was forcing herself to stay awake and it wasnt the first time she did, he remembers how she had done this on many occasions after the incident when everything became to much for her to handle. "Why dont you try sleep, m'here."

"I-I cant Dick, I close my eyes and all I see is the same scene infront of me only this time I cant interact I have to watch it happen over and over again." Her voice cracked slightly, head pushing further into the warmth of his chest. Her hands came to rest where his heart would be, running over he clothed skin.

"I'm not going anywhere Y/N/N-"

"You dont know that Dick. What about when were on patrol and something goes wrong, just like my nightmares? Or maybe I wont be there and you disappear, I dont want to be alone. I-I love you and you can call me selfish but I'd rather die protecting you then allow you to die at the hands of someone when I'm not there." She breathed out heavily, a single tear strolled down the perimeter of her cheek as she continued to run a hand over his chest as if she was making sure he was still there.

"I'm never going to leave you behind baby and I most certainly wont let any harm come to you. Ever." He pulled her quivering form into his bigger one, cradling her like a child as she let out another sob, sniffling. "Try and sleep. S'only a few hours before we need to be up anyway."

Y/N hummed, nodding into his shoulder. She moved so her body was practically ontop of his, her arms tucked into her chest just above his stomach where she curled up as much as she possibly could, seeking comfort.

#dick grayson x reader #dick grayson #x reader #vigilante #batboys #nightwing #gotham

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CUTS AND BRUISES

[BATFAMILY IMAGINE SERIES]

Batfam x Batmom!Reader

Summary: when Bruce arrives home from patrol and his wife immediately notices that he's injured, suddenly coming to worry about the boys who also happen to have gotten injured...

Word count: 1756

Warnings: mentions of injury. (Not proof read)

There was never a day- well night that any of the boys came back without injury, they're vigilantes. When the boys say 'it doesnt even hurt' or 'it'll be gone by morning', whether those words are genuinely true or not Y/N Wayne never takes them lightly. Her babies are hurt and she couldnt stand to see them like that, sure, Dick and Jason may be adults but it still doesn't mean she cant look after them and worry for them- that especially goes for Tim and Damian.

Y/N was currently stood at the kitchen counter along with Alfred, speaking about the most random things that came to mind when Bruce walked in, still in his bat suit with his mask off. His right eye forming a bruise and a pretty noticable cut running from under his jaw to just below his cheek bone.

"Oh my- what on earth happened to you. Where are the boys, a-are they okay?!" The Y/H/C haired woman rounded the counter and stalked her way towards her husband, taking a hold of his chin gently as if not to hurt him before tilting his head every which way checking for more injuries.

"I'm fine Y/N, the boys are okay."

"Define 'okay' Bruce." Her eyebrow arched in question, stern eyes setting on his deep ocean blues. Her hands came to set on her hips, body leaning slightly to the right.

"Hm..." his eyes averted from his wife's harsh gaze for a second, he may be batman but even he is afraid of somethings, more specifically his angered wife that had a mean attitude and grudges she always manages to hold for however long she sees fit. "Dick busted his nose and lip. Jason might have broken a rib. Tim fell and hit his head and Damian sprained his wrist, he also cut his cheek."

"You come with me." Y/N spoke, pointing a finger to Bruce who finally set his eyes back on her form. She then turned to Alfred smiling sadly, sighing out. "Please can you bring one of the medic boxes to the lounge. I'll gather the boys."

Her bright Y/E/C orbs went back to Bruce, her hand reaching out to take a hold of his as she walked out the archway and into the front hall where she lead her husband within the darkness- ironic really. When they first met he always said 'she was the light in his darkness.' She came to a quick stop at the bottom of the stairs staring up into the dark abyss, spotting a small tint of light coming from behind one of the doors.

"BOYS. LIVING ROOM, NOW!"

Bruce flinched at the sudden pitch her voice turned to, following behind as she set in a vast walk into the lounge which was the next room along in the large hall. There stood Alfred, placing the medical box onto the coffee table, opening it fully as he started to take out some of the supplies that would possibly be needed as of now.

Y/N pulled at her husbands hand, pushing him back so he slouched on one of the couches. His head tilted back, a low groan escaping his lips at the relief it gave him to be sitting in a comfortable position after a hard night of watching over Gotham city and fighting crime.

"You know the drill darling." The Y/H/C said softly, taking a seat next to him. She leaned over his body, hovering a hand over his cheek to turn it in the direction she needed him to be for her to clean the cut. A hiss passed his lips as she brought down the cotton pad that was covered in rubbing alcohol, comforting words echoed through his ears as Y/N tried to soothe the stinging sensation. Her free hand, rest on his chest gently running up and down in a calming motion. "M'done, jus' need some ice for that eye of yours."

She stood from the couch, footstep sounded through the silence while she shifted around, looking through the box infront of her. She tilted her head, looking to the source of pitter patters to see the boys, each of them bashed up in their own way, her heart clenched at the sight of them- saddened at the thought of her babies being hurt.

"Who's going first?" Dick was the first to step forth, sitting in the spot Bruce was sitting in prior when he moved to get an ice pack from the kitchen. The eldest 'son' plopped down, turning his head to face his mother figure who sent a smallsmile to him, one hand coming to rest on his right cheek while the other raised a cotton pad to swipe at the now nearly dried blood on his cupid's bow, just above his upper lip.

"Thanks, cleaning my wounds never gets old, huh?" The eldest ravenette smiled sheepishly, rubbing at the back of his neck when the woman scoffed.

"Wish you boys would be more careful." She tapped Graysons cheek lightly, pressing a quick kiss to his forehead as he moved to the other couch so Jason could take his place next. A audiable whine left the boys lips, hands going to grip at the left side of his torso, face scrunching in pain. "Oh jaybird, why is it alway you who breaks a bone?"

"Because he's the most insignificant. He's completely useless, Tt." Damian snapped, crossing his arms over his chest with a smirk tugging at his lips when Jason shot him a glare.

"Can it Demon." The second eldest snarled back, eyes looking back up at the woman looking to treat his injury. "I dont know why Ma', I'll be more careful next time."

"You say that everytime Jay." She smiled at him, shaking her head. Her hands skimmed over his suit on the injured side of his torso, in which he immediately winced at when her hand made contact with it. "Gonna need that setting back into place. Dick give me a hand."

Dick jumped up from where he sat, coming to stand on the opposite side to where she was standing next to Jason. She motioned for him to hold his shoulders back, her own hands coming down to put pression on the upper and underside of his ribcage on the left. She looked down at Jason who nodded, screwing his eyes closed. As soon as she made the quick movement, pushing down hardly hearing a crunching sound the male yelled aloud, trying to move out of the way in pain and discomfort.

"Fucking shit, hurts like a goddamn bitch. Fuck!" He swore, rolling to his uninjured side to take away the pressure of his broken rib. She had in unzip his suit to uncover is torso before turning to the coffee table to take a hold of a bandage wrap, pulling around the boys torso to keep it in a stable position for the time being.

"S'okay Jaybird, should heal nicer than it would have done now. No patrol for a couple weeks okay?" Y/N brushed a hand through the white streak of hair on his head, hearing him groan out and nod, laying down to rest as peacefully as he could.

Y/N looked over to Tim, his eyes half lidded seemingly trying to stay awake. She strolled over to him, tugging on his arm while sitting him on the love seat next to the couch Dick and Jason were resting on.

"Oh, hey mum. How are you?"

"I'm okay Timmy, now let's have a look at your head, yeah?" She chuckled as the boy nodded, leaning forward so his head rested on her shoulder. Her eyes rolled in fake annoyance, a tut passing her lips, she brought up a hand to brush Tim's dark locks away from the back of his head where she found a gash which had luckily stopped bleeding at this point. "Dami, pass me a bandage please."

The youngest Wayne appeared at her side in seconds handing her the item. She unravelled the end and held it at the base of his neck where the cut stared proceeding to wrap the appendage around the perimeter of his head, tying it back at the starting point when she was sure that she had wrapped it enough. Y/N then layed Tim back in the double seated couch, assuring that her second to youngest was in a comfortable position.

"Al'umu." Her attention was caught by her youngest 'son'.

"Dami, now what am I working with here." She looked down at the boy seeing as she was a few inches taller than him.

"I can assure you, I'm fine al'umu..." his words went unnoticed by the woman as she turned and picked out another cotton pad, applying some of the rubbing alcohol onto the material. She spun back around to face Damian who scowled and went to turn away from her but was stopped when she held his cheek, preventing him from turning away.

She dabbled at the cut on his cheek, the boy didnt wince nor did he show any kind of pain at all. Once she had cleaned the minor wound on his face, she pulled another bandage from the box remembering that Bruce had said that Damin had sprained his wrist.

"Give me your injured hand Dami." She heard him huff but he gave her his injured hand, his eyes following as she wrapped his wrist in the white appendage and tied it off at the end, tight enough to stat in place but not so tight to cut the circulation.

"Thank you al'umu."

"I always take care of you boys, no matter how old you get." She looked around seeing the other asleep on the couches, Dick was layed the arm rest as Jason's head layed on Dicks shoulder, arms slumped over his waist. Tim was layed in a separate seat, legs dangling over the edge as his upper body slouched down and Dami stood beside his 'mother' arms wrapped around her torso as he hugged her with her returning the loving gesture.

"All been seen too." Bruce's deep voice sounded from behind the two making them turn to look at him.

"Yeah..." Y/N smiled at her husband, laying a kiss on his lips when he walked over and leant down to her. A loud sigh came from Damian at his parents affection which made them chuckle in amusement.

#bruce wayne x reader #batboys #batfamily x reader #batfamily #jason todd #dick grayson #damian wayne #tim drake #gotham #batman #batmom

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DEADLY SILENT

[BATFAMILY IMAGINE SERIES]

Platonic¡Jason Todd x Batsis!Reader, slight platonic¡Dick Grayson x Batsis!Reader

Summary: Over a year ago to this day Jason died, his younger sister found him at the scene but was too late to be able to stop his death- she ended up blaming herself and vowed to visit his grave...

Word count: roughly 1805

Warning: mature language, mentions weapons/some violence.

The youngest Wayne, strolled through the graveyard that was set a light by the neutral tones that seeped out of the lampposts nearby. Y/N made this a weekly occurrence, she couldnt seem to push away the thought of her older brother not being here anymore, she couldnt come to terms with the fact that he was indeed gone.

She came to a stop at the grave she visited everytime she had a chance to. Jason Todd, a loving brother and son forever in our hearts and never to be forgotten, 1990-2012. Y/N had always admired her older brothers but more so Jason as they were the closest and had a similar persona, when she found out he died a year ago to this day she completely broke and nobody knew for sure if she could be fixed.

"Its been a year Jay, a whole goddamn fucking year." The girl dropped to her knees, reaching towards the ga stone to set a hand upon it. "I'm hurting Jaybird, everything hurts so much and I dont know how to stop the pain. I dont even think its curable, I'm broken, I've become a unrecognizable person." Her head dropped, tears seeped out of her eyes and dripped down the curve of her cheek, trailing down her neck. "Dick said I needed to speak to someone, maybe a therapist but I refused. Bruce- he's given up. Alfred's trying to keep us together but it's not working. We need you- I need you."

A buzzing echoed through the air as her phone started to vibrate in her pocket, she let out a heavy breath while reaching down to grasp it and see that Dick was calling. Her thumb swiped across the screen to accept the call before pulling it up to her ear.

"Y/N/N where are you?" His voice rumbled through the other end of the device, he sounded panicked yet calm at the same time.

"Dont worry Dick I'm not gonna do anything stupid okay I'm just doing a usual weekly round, I need space, I need you all to stop treating like I'm still a child and let me mourn in my own damn way. I can handle myself, maybe it doesnt seem like it but I'm still here arent I?" She let out a sob at the end, her hands shaking as she let out a laboured breath this time, closing her eyes in an attempt to calm herself.

"Y/N can you come back home, theres something really important we need to discuss..."

"What part of 'I need to be alone' dont you understand Richard?" She heard her brother sigh on before the sound of a few things being knocked over and then Bruce scolding someone in a hushed tone. "I'm going now."

"No, wait. Y/N!" She ended the call, placing her phone back in her pocket. Her head tilted back up to look at the grave infront of her, her thoughts ran wild in her head as she tried to figure what she could possibly say next. In reality she was speaking to nobody, there was nothing but silence but she felt a huge amount of relief lift from her when she 'spoke' to Jason.

Her eyes then narrowed in frustration, hands coming up to tug at her hair while more tears blurred her vision and suffocated the soft surface of her face. Small, audiable cries passed her lips in distress and sadness, her body shaking from her crying and the slight chill of the cool midnight air that flew within the atmosphere.

Y/N hated the feeling of loneliness. With Jason being gone that's exactly how she felt, sure she had her other brother but Jason was the one she confided in, he was her protector. He reassured her, he was her shoulder to cry on, he was her rock and without her rock she had nothing to go back to, to lean on when she needed comfort-

She pushed herself up to stand on her feet, looking down at the gravestone before spinning on her heel and speeding down the narrow paths. Her hands came up to pull the hood of her jacket over her head, trailing down to slip into her pockets that were the only source of heat to radiate through her hands to stop them from becoming numb on this cold night.

The cars whizzed passed on the Gotham roads, horns blaring and tires screeching as they sped by.

Y/N only ever came out at night, it was a time where she could set free from her mind- not fully but it was relieving while it lasted. She hated the silence that surrounded her daily, though she all but loved it at the same time. When it was silent she would drown in her own thoughts however if someone broke the silence they would ask the same questions and suggest what could help her.

A hand shout out from her left, hauling her into an alleyway. She yelped at the sudden force, her back cracked slightly when she was slammed into the brick wall behind her making a groan slip from her lips. Her deep blue orbs, that now seemed to be duller than ever peered up at the attacker- dressed in fully back and had a light grey mask covering their face.

"Y/N Wayne." Came a male voice, sounding quite sinister.

"Who's asking." She replied dryly, leaning back into the wall as the male tightens his grip on her shoulders.

"My boss. Your father seems to have upset him and he doesnt take things like that lightly sweetheart." The man pulled a gun from his back pocket, bringing it up to hover over her face, the cool metal sliding it up to the bridge of her nose to rest against her forehead.

"Do it. Kill me." Her words never faltered which surprised the man, her hand raised to grasp the gun and pull it further towards her head, eyes crossing as she peered up at the gun.

"Oh, who would have thought. The Y/N Wayne begging for death." The man teased, tilting his head to the side as dark eyes pierced her own through the holes in the mask.

"I've got nothing left to loose. I'm miserable. Do it, just pull the trigger. Do it!" She pushed forwards as the mans finger went to pull at the trigger, eyes screwing shut as a rush of anticipation ran through her veins as she waited for the quick way out of life. It never came.

Her eyes peeled open to see another person, a metallic looking red helmet hid his whole head, a brown leather jacket along with a black shirt and dark, tight fitted jeans and a pair of matted jet black combat boots. The new comer held the attacker up by his throat as he rithed under his grip, hands clutching onto the gloved hands that wrapped around his neck.

"You're so dead." The red masked vigilante grumbled out in anger, his hands tightened around the other males neck making breathing a hard task to do before the attacker slowly grew limp in his arms and was dropped to the ground.

"Who the hell are you?!" The girl whispered shouted, looking him up and down. Her eyes trailed to the man on the floor who lay unconscious- maybe, possibly dead. She fell back against the wall, hands by her side as she threw her head back and sighed.

"What do you think you were doing Y/N?!"

"How the fuck do you know my name?" She stood back to her full height eyeing the vigilante with a puffy red eyes from when she had been crying not so long ago. She watched as a gloved hand moved up and hooked under the metal helmet, tugging at it so it revealed a face. A very familiar one at that. "No. Please. Oh- no."

"Y/N/N I know this seems weird right now okay, let me explain." Jason spoke, holding his hands out to her as she shook her head repeatedly and whispered a bunch of 'No's' and 'this isn't real'.

"Your dead, yo-your supposed to be dead. I-I saw your body, I didnt make it in time." She sobbed out loudly, looking directly at the 'replica' of her older brother. Her brows furrowed and her lip wobbled as she continued to cry uncontrollably. "A year ago today, we found you dead!"

"I-I was resurrected months ago Y/N, I'm here. I'm real. I promise." Jason stepped forwards slowly, pulling the broken girl into his embrace. The sound of a motorcycle revving sounded in the background making the no longer dead Jason look over his shoulder to see Dick in his nightwing costume.

"Did you find her, please tell me you found her." Dicks voice echoed within the alley, breathing out a breath of relief when jason moved his form to reveal the crying girl. "Oh thank god."

A slap suddenly came to fill the secondary of silence along with a Yelp. One of Jason's hands flung up to cup his burning cheek while his eyes met with Y/N's fiery gaze, her hands set on her hips as she continued to sniffle, tears still venturing down her cheeks.

"Y-your telling me you've been alive for months?!"

"W-well yeah, I-" he tried to respond but was near to immediately cut off by his younger sister raising her hand and waving it around.

"I-I'm miserable. Broken even, for a whole fucking year I was and your telling me you have been alive for a few months. I saw your body Jason, I was the first to find you and I completely broke when I knew I could have done something to prevent your 'death'." Her voice became softer as she relived the memory, images flashed through her mind as she recalled what she had seen when she found him dead.

"Y/N I've told you millions of times it wasnt your fault. Nobody could have stopped it from happening." Dick stepped to stand beside Jason so both of them were infront of her, a small smile etched onto his lips when she rammed into him, wrapping her arms around his waist and buried her head in his chest.

"But what if I could have prevented it Dick?"

"Theres no way you could have sweetheart." Jason stated, running a hand through her messy locks that splayed upon her head wildly.

"I love you Jaybird, so much. I missed you." She turned around and attatched herself to Jason, jumped in his arms which made him laugh as he caught her and she wrapped around him like a koala bear.

"I missed you too, little bird."

#batfamily #dick grayson #jason todd #batfamily x batsis #gotham #mature language #red hood #nightwing #batfamily x reader #x reader