#batfam x deaf reader

[klemen-tine]

White Whale

Platonic!Yandere Batfam x Male!Deaf Reader

First Batfam post... this obsession for DC and specifically the Batfam has come out of nowhere and has me by the throat.

But here you guys go.

Thoughts

Sign/Morse Code

Speaking

TW: Hints at past attempted rape, disability discrimination

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Things have been quiet, but at the same time hectic, in the Wayne manor as of lately. Almost everyone was there, sharing the same space and eating the same meals. Almost. The third oldest brother, Y/N, was missing. It stung to say, but the truth of the matter was that he had run away. Leaving behind the external processor of his cochlear implants, and only taking a backpack of clothes. He had left behind the credit card Bruce gave to everyone, only taking out a large sum of cash the day before and booking it. 

Only one note, ‘I’ll be fine.’ All the trackers left in a straight line on his bedside table, some still covered in blood from when he must have dug them out of his body. It made some of the family members wonder if Y/N had always been aware or if he had found them by chance. 

It’s been three months, and everyone was about to go crazy. How could they not? Y/N, for how independent he was and capable, was deaf and has only known the Manor. Jason, the closest to Y/N, has been more vicious on the patrols and was constantly pacing back and forth in the library. Reading and rereading all of Y/N’s favorites (even though he hated them), and sometimes even just sitting in Y/N’s room. Taking in what he had left behind, barely taking any clothes, none of his electronics (his phone was still here), and one of his favorite books that he always kept in his room. 

Jason’s going to put a tracker in that book once they get Y/N back. 

Nevertheless, sometimes he just sits there. On Y/N’s bed, and takes in the room, sometimes he’s alone and sometimes he’s with a sibling. Every now and then he’ll see Bruce in here, thumbing through Y/N’s journals. 

When Jason closes his eyes, could feel the ghost of Y/N’s touches, the feeling of Y/N’s smaller and thinner body resting against his as he read. Thin fingers gently pressed against Jason’s throat to feel the vibrations, picking up when Jason spoke in a higher or lower tone, laughing when he made an obnoxious voice for a character he absolutely loathed. Cold hands gently cupping his face under the sweaty red helmet, grounding Jason to the present. 

Dick, as the eldest child, prided himself in being in-tune with his siblings. He would bend and twist himself to keep himself available and aware of his siblings' emotions. He was the guy everyone went to when things were wrong or they needed advice. So, he wonders what he did wrong for Y/N to leave without saying anything. Their third older brother never hinted at anything being wrong, or even any sign of him wanting to leave. There was no change in his moods, no change in interests, no major cash withdrawals besides the night he left. 

His older brother instincts were stressed and have been stressed since his little brother had disappeared. In his hands, he fingered a silver stud that Y/N had left behind. Smart of him, because a small tracker was placed underneath the tourmaline gem. The blue hiding it wonderfully while also looking beautiful on Y/N’s skin. Decorating his ears that he had pierced himself (he can still hear Alfred’s outrage whenever he is reminded of that), and being the only piece of jewelry that they wanted him to wear. 

Still, Dick had wished he had taken them. He wonders if Y/N knew about the trackers in these earrings, or the trackers in the pairs of shoes he left. If he did, the other did a great job in not letting anyone know. However, if he didn’t, then it made this all the more frustrating. How could their deaf, non-combatant, and to be frank average intelligence, brother get out of this heavily monitored manor? Tim had spent years upgrading the systems, making it stronger and stronger each time. 

So, how? More importantly, why?

Dick couldn’t wrap his head around the reason why Y/N would want to leave. He’s fed great food, he has a nice bed, he can read great books, and he’s always surrounded by family. It’s not like they limited his time outside, he can basically come and go when he wants. 

As long as he was back in the manor by nightfall, Y/N could go anywhere. 

What sucked even more was that none of them had the slightest clue where he could be. Y/N could be dead for all they know. 

Dick subdued that thought, having faith that the self-defense they had drilled into Y/N would keep him safe until they found him. However they all intimately know how unfair and unkind the world can be. Y/N, sweet and defenseless Y/N, was all alone somewhere in the world. The worst outcomes kept reappearing in his mind and playing on Y/N’s past traumas. 

Why couldn’t his brother see that he was safest here? Everyone praised the Lord that Y/N expressed no interest in being a vigilante, and that his career of choice was instead choosing to be an editor. He took a gap year this year, which everyone rejoiced over. Y/N was a hard worker, and was someone who fully dived into things without taking a break. Like Tim. 

Still, Dick wished Y/N would see what they saw. Y/N needs them, just like how they need Y/N. Dick flopped into the couch, thumbing through his photos and finding one of him and Y/N. When they do find him, they’re going to have to remind him where he belongs. 

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Y/N took in the sun rays with a content smile. His once pale skin now has a slight tint to it, and his hair now lighter due to the sea water and sun. The white beaches reflect the warm rays and the blue waters look like familiar eyes. It took him a while to get used to being on his own, which was proof that he needed to do this. Never in his life has he felt so free. 

The wind tossing his hair and the view of waves crashing on the shore had him smiling. The Moby Dick in his hands as he reread the pages, noting the post-it notes he had in it, jotting down his thoughts and musings. The Dominican Republic beaches were already something to die for, but here on the hidden beaches, where only a handful of people knew of its location, were worth killing for. Y/N looked back at the small bungalow he was renting, paying in cash to keep his name off the lease and only staying until March before he will leave for Europe, and smiled. A cute little thing that looked like it could topple at the slightest storm. The electricity was powered by a generator and there was no hot water. Maybe warm, but never hot. Which Y/N was shockingly fine with. It wasn’t like it was cold here like how it was in Gotham. 

His biggest stressor was cooking. Which furthermore proved how he needed to do this. Out of all his brothers, he is the only one who doesn’t know how to cook. He can make the basics, like mac-n-cheese, ramen, rice, and basic pasta dishes. However, when his landlord had given him a fish to eat, Y/N stared at it with great embarrassment. 

It’s not like he had a phone, or even the internet, to google it. 

He had almost set the kitchen on fire but that’s something he’s not going to tell his landlord about. 

Thankfully, despite how well-hidden this bungalow was, the community around was strong and well-receptive to him. When he first told them that he was deaf, which was completely by accident, he started getting free food and notepads to write on. However, no one treated him differently. He wasn’t coddled, besides once again the free meal every now and then but he’s positive that also has to deal with how frightened he looked when he was asked to help out with cooking one time, nor was he pestered. 

As much as he loves his family, the Wayne family could be… a lot. Always around him, constantly monitoring him, coddling him like he was going to break at the slightest hint of him facing a struggle. Some of them unknowingly, or unintentionally, use his deafness against him as a reason why he couldn’t do certain things. He is grateful to Bruce for giving him his hearing somewhat back, the cochlear implants truly made life easier, but Y/N was curious about the part of him. 

He lost his hearing at the age of 10, a gradual process that started when he was 8. The nerves in his ears deteriorated to the point not even the sound of a building explosion could be heard by him. Being deaf in East Gotham as a 10-year-old was basically a death sentence. It didn’t help that Y/N was naturally curious, meaning there were a lot of things he stuck his nose in that he shouldn’t have. It is only because of Jason that he is alive, which the other will always deny but Y/N stands by. 

Jason and him had met when they were both 6, being neighbors with similar living conditions had made them close. Jason was with him when his hearing started to disappear, and he was with Jason when Catherine had died from an overdose. The two of them took to the streets and set up a small base in an abandoned building. 

He was with him when they decided to steal the Batmobile's wheels, clinging onto Jason’s red hoodie when the local vigilante had lifted him up by the collar of said hoodie. Those eyes that peaked through the mask drifted from defiant blue eyes to terrified E/C eyes. 

They had become twins, brothers with different last names and different birthdays, but twins nevertheless. Inseparable and always joined at the hips, only leaving each other when Jason went on patrol as Robin and Y/N chose to stay behind with Alfred. While Jason learned how to kick someone’s ass, Y/N learned how to treat them when their own asses got kicked. 

He cried when Jason died. Sobbed and deteriorated as he slept in Jason’s room, and sobbed some more when he tried to read some of Jason’s books. He let Dick comfort him, taking him on daily excursions to the beach and riding on the back of his motorcycle. Bruce had read to him, just how Jason used to, and while it wasn’t the same he appreciated the man trying. Alfred continued to be the emotional support they all relied on him to be, and constantly patted his shoulders and baked him his favorite treats. 

Y/N screamed at Bruce when he brought Tim back, stating that he was the new Robin. He made it clear he wasn’t mad at Tim, but Bruce. He gave the man the cold shoulder for weeks while making sure Tim was accommodated for. He cried again when Jason came back, hugging the other and cupping Jason’s older face between his hands. He rested a hand on Bruce’s shoulder when Damian showed up, feeling for him and showing emotions that Bruce could not. 

Y/N loves his family with everything in him, and he knows that he is loved back. However, the love from one person was different from the love of multiple people. Y/N knows, is intimately aware, that their love is the type disguised as golden necklaces and stained glass windows. When in reality, they are chains and the gold bars of a cage. He knows they kept him dependent on them for life necessities, such as food, money, and a place to sleep. 

He was never allowed to get a job. When he tried he was rejected or never called back. He was allowed to cook, but only the basics, as Alfred didn’t want him hurting himself. His curfew was before nightfall, meaning in winter 4:30 was when he had to be back inside the manor. 

They gave him his hearing so the silence would continue to be deafening. It is why he left the external processors. Whether Y/N liked it or not, he was deaf. He is a part of that community, and it is about time he got used to that part of himself. 

The young adult knows his family loves him, and wants to care for him, but as an adult he knows that he needs to learn some things about life on his own. 

Bruce taught them all well. Alfred taught them all well. His older brothers and younger brothers taught him well. Y/N is ready for this. He has been for a while. 

Closing his book, marking the page with the bookmark, he watched a sperm whale breach for only a moment before disappearing under the waves. Unable to hear the sound it made, but the sight of it was enough. He set the book down on the towel and made his way to the waters. 

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It was an accident. It truly was. However, it was a happy accident that had everyone packing and getting ready for the trip. 

One of Tim’s classmates had just returned from vacation, and she was showing photos of the sperm whales that gathered. Tim looked because it was shoved in his face, and he nearly snatched her phone out of her hand. In the back, dressed like a local, he was there. His eyes focused on the breach sperm whales, but Tim would recognize him from any angle in any get up. 

He asked what beach she was at, and she said Playa Rincon, Dominican Republic. Y/N was in the Dominican Republic. But for what? Y/N has never shown any interest in the tropics or even the ocean in general. Sure he loves the beach, but that was it. Never has he expressed his desire to go to another country to experience it. 

So, what could have been there that would draw Y/N in? With the amount of money he withdrew, he could have bought a plane ticket anywhere in the world, and he chose the Dominican Republic. Without a doubt using a fake idea, a fake name, and he was probably using a different name to either rent a place or buy a house. 

Sure, they can all just go over, but if they do they would have to tear apart the country to find him. They work fast, but words can travel faster. 

There has to be a reason why Y/N went. Something there that would at least narrow the search. 

Tim looked around Y/N’s room, searching for anything that would give him a hint. Anything. 

He glanced at the bookshelf where the only book missing was the Moby Dick. A book about how a group of whalers get bested by a giant sperm whale that is believed to be a god. It is a book about a Captain that has a self-destructive obsession with the white whale called the Moby Dick. Based on a true story of a crew on a ship called the Essex. 

“I’ve always felt bad for the whale.” Tim raised an eyebrow, staring at his brother who was stroking their youngest brother’s head as Damian slept on. The book In the Heart of the Sea in between his thin fingers as he met Tim’s inquiring gaze. 

“There is no proof as to why the whale rammed into the Essex, but many believe it was due to a mistake. The hammering in the hull of the ship sounded like another whale.” Tim signed, ‘But why do you feel bad?’ Y/N smiled, “Because, not only were they being hunted but now a book written about how this one whale is the reason a reputable Captain goes mad really does paint them in a bad light.” 

‘Whaling has been outlawed.’ 

“Still, I bet this book only increased it for a while.” Tim watched Y/N bookmark his page, closing the book before returning his hands to Damian’s head. 

‘Do you like sperm whales?’ Y/N beamed, “I do. They really are such an amazing animal, I hope I get to see one in person.” 

Tim stood straighter, pulling out his phone and doing a quick Google search. The Dominican Republic is the only place where sperm whales stay all year. 

“There’s no way.” 

“What.” Tim brushed past Damian, rushing down to the Batcave and ignoring the glare the youngest sent him. It didn’t take long to find whale sighting information. It took even less time to find the pattern. Series of reds, blue, yellows, and green decorating the waters around Dominican Republic. The red dots were where the most recent sights were, and he stared at the location his classmate was at when they saw the whale. Where Y/N’s photo was accidentally taken. 

There is only one spot that the red dots haven’t reached yet, and if the pattern stayed true, they had about two to three days. 

Tim fished out his phone, calling Bruce, “I know where Y/N is.” 

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Bruce loves his sons. He would risk himself for them and would do everything in his power to ensure they are safe. Yes, they had been Robins, yes Jason had died, yes his and Dick’s relationship was still rocky, but damn did he love them. 

He stared at a photo of when Y/N and Jason were 13, 6 months freshly moved into the manor, and it was him and Dick standing on opposite sides of them. Jason grinning brightly, holding a more timid Y/N’s hand who was holding onto Bruce’s jacket. Dick was crouching next to Jason, laughing at something the other had said before the picture was taken. Y/N, when they first moved in, had been terribly shy. He always hid behind or stayed next to Jason, and watched Bruce and Alfred with hesitant eyes. Jason on the other hand was outspoken with his mistrust, but willing to comply with their rules for some things. 

Bruce remembers when Y/N first helped Alfred dress their bruises and scratches. Alfred taking on a more unruly Jason, while Y/N helped with the minor stuff on Bruce. He had rubbed Y/N’s head with his ungloved hand afterwards, and he watched as those E/Cochromic eyes widened before a large smile took over his young face. Bright and happy with little care in the world. 

He had wanted to keep that on Y/N’s face forever. 

Bruce will be the first to admit that he didn’t do a great job in that. All his failures hung in front of him, and Y/N and Alfred were reminders that those failures didn’t affect just him. Yet, Bruce watched Y/N power on. Continuing to keep his chin up and shoulders back, taking on the new day with more determination. 

Y/N had learned to be strong on his own, and while yes, Bruce is extremely and undeniably proud of him, he is also worried. Terrified. Something he shared with everyone else. The world is unkind to people who are different. It’s unkind to people in general, but to add in something about yourself that you cannot control and that is different from everyone else, it is terrible. Y/N, for how normal he pretends to be, is far from it. 

It stresses Bruce out. He is constantly worried for him, constantly double-checking and ensuring that Y/N is okay. Bruce doesn’t want to admit that he is softer to Y/N because he is deaf, because that is not the complete truth. If anything, Bruce knows he is more controlling of Y/N because of that. Always having to know where he is, who he’s with, what he’s doing and whether it is safe enough for him or not. 

A helicopter parent that the child cannot hear. 

So when Tim had told him of how Y/N had somehow managed to get to the Dominican Republic, and was most likely living there, Bruce wanted to flip a table. All for some whales. He was more stressed than impressed over the fact that his son, who had no experience with Robin or anything illegal, managed to not only get a fake passport, a fake ID, and then live in another country for three months. 

“Oh that kid?” One of the locals recognized who Bruce was asking about, a smile on their face as they recalled what an excellent free diver he was. The man grinned, pulling out a camera that had Bruce raising an eyebrow, “I’m an underwater photographer. That kid is a natural in the ocean.” Bruce stared at the photos, and even he could admire just how in place Y/N looked amongst the coral reefs and deep blue. Long legs looked fluid, and his body lithe like the fish he swam amongst. 

Y/N looked free. 

“Pleasant to talk to as well. It's a shame he’s deaf, he’d be a great teacher for other free-divers.” Bruce wanted to deck this man across the face for stating that Y/N couldn’t do something because of his lack of hearing, but that would be hypocritical. How many times has he used Y/N’s disability against him? 

According to Tim, this area is the next stop for whale sightings, meaning Y/N has to be somewhere around here. The family has split up, asking the locals and looking around the tourist areas. 

“Did he say where he was staying?” The local shook his head, “No, didn’t ask either.” Bruce wants to break the man's fingers just to make sure the other doesn’t know. The local, as if sensing the dangers he was in, gulped, “But if I had to guess, he most likely lives near coral reefs.

“Somewhere he could free dive constantly without having to go out on a boat. Afterall, for how short of a time he’s been doing it, he’s extremely impressive. A lot of this sport takes practice.” 

Bruce nodded in thanks. It is the  Brucie Wayne smile now on his face, “Thanks, and how much for the photo?” 

Y/N stumbled back to his place, his cheeks flushed and a giggle on his lips. In his hands was a bottle of homemade tequila from one of the locals he had just gotten done partying with, and the taste was thick on his tongue but he couldn’t deny that the heat in his belly was addicting. Stumbling into the tiny bungalow, he set the bottle down on the kitchen table and resisted the urge to take another sip. 

Doing a quick stretch, he watched the waves crash against the beach, the full moon illuminating the waters and the white sand. 

Only one more day and the sperm whales should be at this side of the island. Maybe they’ll be here tonight. Scratching the nape of his neck, Y/N released a pleased sound before making his way to his room to grab stuff for the shower. He moved in the dark, knowing where everything was and not needing to add to the electricity bill. 

The room itself was nice, probably the most grand room in the entire space. Above the bed was a large window that allowed for natural light, constantly illuminating the room. In the soft light of the moon, Y/N navigated his room with practiced movements. The fire in his gut making him stumble sometimes, but nothing serious or even alarming. When he lifted his gaze, his eyes landed on the book on his bedside tables and something else. 

Furrowing his brows, Y/N walked to that part of his room, and his eyes turned hazy momentarily as his fingers brushed over the external processor of the cochlear implants, thumbing them and feeling the cool metal under the pad of his thumb. Fond memories of when he first got his hearing back, if only somewhat, and the way the world burst into noise. 

He chuckled when a memory popped up of him and Jason arguing, and Y/N had taken off the processors and closed his eyes so he couldn’t see or hear Jason’s argument. The fight dissolved into laughter, Jason hugging Y/N and the both of them landing on the carpeted floor. 

They were the external processors he left behind when he left the Wayne manor. Decorated in small stickers that Tim and Dick jokingly put on them, and the small scratches from when Damian had accidentally dropped them. 

The processors he left behind to start this new life figuring out how to cope with silence. 

The processors… he left… behind… 

His E/C eyes widened and he made a quick sprint for the door, dropping his clothes on the floor. He has to go outside where there is open space and where he can hopefully be seen by a local. His family of vigilants excelled in close-combat and combat the needed tight spaces. It wasn't like Gotham had a lot of room to begin with. 

He had to get out of here. Y/N has to leave, or at least give himself a chance. 

When he threw open the door, he almost collided into the broad chest of one of his brothers. His eyes glanced up and he met the crazed and desperate eyes of his twin. The red helmet off of his head and exposing the bags under his eyes. Guilt crushed Y/N’s chest, and he wanted to cup Jason’s cheeks within his hands. He wanted to assure others he was safe, that he was fine, and that he was ready to do this. 

But they would never get it. 

He took a step back instead. Jason followed, and Y/N nearly screamed when he felt the floor creak beneath his feet. 4 other pairs of feet moved, making the wood creak and vibrate under his feet and alerting him that they were all in his home. 

‘Ready to come home?’ Jason signed, and Y/N felt the wood creak. Y/N shook his head, never taking his eyes off of the man in front of him. Jason's facial expression changed.

‘Too bad.’ Y/N dodged a pair of hands that were behind him and barely side-stepped another pair. Jason stood in front of the door, ensuring that Y/N could not leave through it. He remembers just how slippery the other could be, and he was not risking it. 

Y/N raced to the kitchen, grabbing the handle of the tequila bottle, and holding it like a bat. In front of him was his family, Damian, Tim, Dick, Jason, and Bruce. None of them were dressed in their vigilante outfits, and that is because Y/N is not a criminal that needs a suit to fear. He is their brother who needs guidance from his family.

“C’mon Y/N, vacation is over.” Dick said, and Y/N had difficulty reading his lips but he understood it. 

“No.” Dick’s jaw clenched and he could see Tim grab something from his pocket. 

“Y/N. If you wanted to see the whales you could have asked.” Y/N scrunched his nose, and tightened his grip on the bottle, “Put that down, and let's go.” Y/N shook his head, “No. I want to stay here.” Dick’s lips pursed and Damian scowled, “Why? You have no hot water, you can’t cook, there is literally nothing here other than those whales.” Y/N’s face must have made a terribly pained expression because Damian looked like he had been the one to be chastised. 

“I want to learn how to do things on my own.”

“That's so stupid Y/N. Come on.” Y/N shook his head, “No! No, I-I want to stay. I am the only one who get tre-treated like glass. Not even Babs gets treated like me!” Jason glared, “That is different Y/N, and you know it.” 

“How?! She is in a wheelchair, and I am deaf. We are both handicapped, but when she wants to do something you have little complaint but when I want to do something you have an entire novel!” It's not fair. Y/N shouldn’t be mad at Barbara, because it is not her fault. But even he couldn’t stop the feeling of resentment building in his chest when he sees how free Barbara is compared to him. 

Y/N doesn’t hate Barbara. He couldn’t hate her, because she’s his sister just like everyone else were his siblings. But he is frustrated. So undeniably frustrated. He spent an ungodly amount of nights laying awake and staring at his ceiling as he thought about it. Trying to find the reason why he is treated like the slightest gust would send him stumbling. He wanted a valid reason. 

“I am deaf. I am not stupid or-or incapable of taking care of myself!” 

“That is not why we are doing this!” There’s no point in yelling because he couldn’t hear it, but Y/N could see the way their throats flexed and mouths opened wider. Y/N shook his head, “I am not glass! I want to learn how to be inde-independent.” He had to slowly say that last word, but he got it.

“I. Am. Staying.” 

This is exactly why Y/N left. This is why he left the way he did. Why he had too. They don’t get it. They’ll never get it. How could they understand? They have always been able to make their own decisions. They have always been able to do things that Y/N only wishes he could do. They had such a stangle-hold on his life that the slightest hint of wiggle-room, they only tightened their hold even more. It was suffocating and painful.

It was even more painful because Y/N still loves them, and he knows they love him. That this was just a version of their love that was unfortunately, or fortunately for everyone else, reserved for only him. A chain and leash meant for only him. A cage for him. With intricate gold bars that looked beautiful, but still kept him trapped.

He missed Bruce’s signal, but he watched how Damian was the first to move. Y/N isn’t too sure how he dodged Damian, the little gremlin he was, but he also knows that they weren’t going hard on him. He knows they are not treating him like a criminal, but as a brother. Which means, Y/N was somewhat at an advantage. Bruce and Jason had made sure Y/N knew the fundamentals to self-defense and how to use his surroundings. 

His biggest downfall however, was him focusing on Dick and Damian, and forgetting that one of them technically could still intervene. Tim, with whatever he was holding didn’t join the fray and Jason was too busy guarding the door as a just in case. Which is why when a large hand gripped the wrist that was holding the still intact tequila bottle, twisting the joint in a way that had Y/N dropping it, had him crying out in shock. His short fingernails digging into the callused skin of his adopted father, Bruce Wayne. 

The man stared at him with a heated glare and Y/N fought off the urge to shrink under the heavy gaze. However, he threw his weight back, trying to dislodge the grip around his wrist. Bruce used his other arm to immobilize Y/N’s upper body, stopping him from throwing an elbow or scratching his hand. Trapping Y/N’s body and making his already racing heart nearly burst in panic. 

“No! Let go!” Y/N wanted to stay. He has to stay. His foot stomped and he released a cry, and when he looked down he wanted to cry. The tequila bottle had shattered, and Y/N was the only one who was barefoot. He could feel the glass cutting into the skin and the sting of alcohol entering the wound. 

‘Shit!’ He grit his teeth, trying to push aside the pain and get Bruce’s grip off of him. Only, someone was touching his feet now and he didn’t mean to panic but he kicked up. Memories from Crime Alley filled his mind as large hands gripped his ankles, and Bruce’s grip changed to better accommodate someone who was no longer standing. 

His throat closed up and he began gasping as he tried desperately to ground himself. His eyes blown wide and tears now streamed down his face as those hands were replaced with others. The darkness of the bungalow now shifted to the darkness of Crime Alley, and the way the counter and island now looked like the buildings of the Alley way had Y/N screeching. Thrown back into the past with painful shove and memories that clouded his vision. 

“Jason! Jason! Help, help they’re touching me.” Another pair of arms replaced the ones around his arms, and the hands around his ankles let go, but it did nothing. Y/N was effectively back to the past where it was only him and Jason. Those strong arms encircled around him, keeping his own arms pinned and secured, and they began to rock. 

Tapping on his skin and Y/N’s mind began translating it. There was no ASL or Morse Code in Crime Alley, but when Jason and him realized he was going deaf they made their own. One that is unique to them. 

One Y/N still remembers, and so does Jason. 

‘It’s okay. It’s okay, no one is doing anything. It’s just me and the family.’ Y/N shook, and he struggled to catch a breath. There is a hand on his chest, trying to ground him, and he wonders if that hand is the one that is gripping his lungs and making it so hard to breathe. 

‘It’s okay, it’s okay. You are here. You are safe. We’re safe, and we’re going home.’ Before Y/N could process that, there was a sharp prick in his neck, and before he could shout once more a hand covered his mouth, and his body tried to escape the grip. His thrashing only got weaker and weaker as whatever drug was given to him. 

His eyes grew blurry and the last thing he saw was Jason’s face. 

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Waking up was hard. His head felt heavy and his limbs couldn’t move. Opening his eyelids seemed impossible, but when he did he groaned. The light was too bright and his limbs too heavy to do anything other than to continue groaning. 

A hand rested on his forehead, and Y/N was too exhausted to try and shake it off. He could hear some shuffling and he furrowed his brows. He took off his external processors a few months ago… 

That night returned to his memory full force and Y/N groaned from the headache. The hand on his forehead moving to massage his temples. 

“Shh, I know. You had a crazy time.” It's been a long time since he heard Bruce’s voice, but it was still deep and gravelly just how he remembers. Y/N turned his head with difficulty, and met those blue eyes that have been staring at him intently. 

Y/N opened his mouth, but closed it. The argument he had with everyone was still fresh in his mind, and he couldn’t help but to continue feeling bitter. Bruce, sensing his son’s thoughts sighed exasperatedly, “Y/N, I admire your drive for wanting to be independent, I really do. But pulling a stunt like that is exactly why we worry.” Y/N scrunched his nose, “You don’t trust me.” 

“That’s not-” 

“It is. If you did trust me you would let me stay out later than nightfall and would be okay with me traveling without a babysitter.” Bruce removed his hand, and stared down at Y/N. His expression is painfully neutral, “Y/N.” 

“You, and no one else in this household, trust me. Then you sit here, listing out everything I do that makes you lose your trust in me, but it’s hard to lose what I never had,” He was voicing his opinion, an opinion that he has had for a while but has never said anything about because he didn’t want to interrupt the balance. 

More importantly, he didn’t want to admit it to himself. They always called him trustworthy, but they never did trust him. He trusted them though. He trusted them with his life, with his secrets, and his insecurities. Then they throw all of that back in his face and expect him to continue making the same mistakes. 

Bruce sighed, as if he was talking to a child that has needed to be told multiple times why they can’t put a fork in a toaster. He met Y/N’s E/C eyes, staring into the irises and seeing the truth behind his words. One of his fingers gently touched one of the external processors, “It’s not that I don’t trust you, I don’t trust other people. This world is awful to people who are different.” Y/N scrunched his nose, and Bruce continued, “You still panic when your ankles are touched.” 

“That’s not fair! That was a stressful situation and you all just made it worse and then-” 

“I know. I know. Dick knows and he is sorry about that, but you stepped on glass.” 

“You made me drop the bottle.” 

“You shouldn’t have been dri-” 

“I’m 23. I’m legal to drink in every country.” 

“Y/N-” 

“I was fine.” Y/N wanted to cry. He had a taste of freedom and then it was taken from him. Forcefully so. 

Bruce stood up, almost knocking the chair back as he did so, and Y/N flinched. He was unable to move still, because whatever drug Tim had given me must have been a muscle relaxant as well. He watched as Bruce schooled his emotions, quickly swallowing them down and then sighed. 

The man leaned down and pressed a kiss into Y/N’s H/C locks. His hand now cupping Y/N’s ear and external processor, “You are grounded until I say otherwise, Y/N. You will stay within these Manor walls until I believe you have learned your lesson.” He ignored Y/N’s face of exhaustion and disappointment. Not at himself, but at Bruce. The man made his way to leave, but before he closed the door, he looked back at his son. His son who had turned away from him and was taking note of the bars over the windows. 

Bruce closed his eyes, feeling his disappointment in the situation and shut the door behind him, making sure to lock it.

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THIS WAS SO LONG!!!

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[toastedkiwi]

Deaf Child!Reader meeting Superman the first time while being held by Bruce. Everyone is watching the interaction intently. (I also feel like she was having a rough day prior).

Y/n: *reaches her hand out*

Clark: *moves closer*

Y/n: *her hand touches the infamous S on his chest*

Clark: *looks down at her hand*

Y/n: *moves her hand up letting fingers hit his nose in the process*

Y/n: *giggles*

Batfam: *cackles*

Bruce: *proud Bruce noises*

Clark: *hands on his hips* I’ll excuse this just this once.

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[lazydoodlesandfanfic]

BATMAN/ BATFAMILY MASTERLIST

*DISCLAIMER: SOME STORIES MAY BE TAGGED FOR WRONG DEMOGRAPHIC (ie, Not GN, male or fem) IF SO, PLEASE POLITELTY INFORM ME SO I CAN FIX IT

BRUCE WAYNE/ BATMAN

I Can't Protect You Anymore (Batman X Daughter!Reader)

Turning Into Jason (Bruce Wayne X Daughter!Reader)

Teleportation Help (Bruce Wayne X Daughter!Reader)

Forgotten Birthday (Bruce Wayne X Daughter!Reader)

Finding Identities (Bruce Wayne X Teen!Reader)

Independence (Bruce Wayne X Male!Teen!Reader)

Dick And Jason's Friend (Bruce Wayne X Male!Reader

Addicton To Fear (Bruce Wayne X Male!Reader)

Happy Anniversary (Bruce Wayne X Male!Reader)

DICK GRAYSON/ NIGHTWING

Plan PDA (Dick Grayson X Male!Reader) Pt 1/ Pt 2/ Pt 3

Movies And Plans (Dick Grayson X Male!Reader)

Telling Truths (Dick Grason X Male!Reader)

Loathing To Love (Dick Grayson X Male!Reader)

Seeing An Unwanted Face (Dick Grayson X Male!Reader)

Escaping Joker (Dick Grayson X Fem!Reader) *TW

Hating Your Presence (Dick Grayson X Fem!Reader)

Betrayed (Dick Grayson X Reader)

JASON TODD/ RED HOOD

MIA (Jason Todd X Male!Reader) Pt 1/ Pt 2

Just An Accident (Jason Todd X Male!Reader)

Sleeping Over (Jason Todd X Male!Reaer)

Never Forgotten (Jason Todd X Male!Reader)

Serving Revenge (Jason Todd X Male!Reader)

Practically Together (Jason Todd X Male!Reader) Pt 1/ Pt 2

Help Through Change (Jason Todd X Reader)

Selina's Kitten (Jason Todd X Fem!Reader)

Meeting The Family (Jason Todd X Fem!Reader)

Quoting Shakespeare (Jason Todd X Fem!Reader)

Nightmares (Jason Todd X Fem!Reader)

Jason's Partner's Sacrifice (Jason Todd X Fem!Reader)

Opposing Ego (Jason Todd X Fem!Reader)

Shut Up! (Jason Todd X Fem!Reader)

Protecting Children (Jason Todd X Fem!Reader)

Wrong Apartment (Jason Todd X Fem!Reader)

Staying Home (Jason Todd X Fem!Reader)

Under The Mask (Jason Todd X Fem!Reader)

Normalcy In Chaos (Jason Todd X Brother!Reader)

Anxieties (Jason Todd X Sister!Reader)

TIM DRAKE/ RED ROBIN

You're More Important (Tim Drake X Reader)

Childhood Promises (Tim Drake X Male!Reader)

DAMIAN WAYNE/ ROBIN

Trust Takes Time (Damian Wayne X Batmom!Reader)

A New Member Of The Family (Damian Wayne X Sister!Reader)

Secret Friendship (Damian Wayne X Fem!Reader)

Meeting On Rooftops (Damian Wayne X Fem!Reader)

Similar Suffering (Damian Wayne X Fem!Reader)

Needing To Move (Damian Wayne X Reader)

Longing At Galas (Adult!Damian Wayne X Male!Reader)

ALFRED PENNYWORTH

Needing A Cheer Up (Alfred Pennyworth X Fem!Reader)

BATFAM

Lost Control (Batfam X Fem!Reader)

A Part Of The Family (Batfam X Fem!Reader)

Nothing Said (Batfam X Fem!Reader) Pt 1/ Pt2

Hanging Criminals (Batfam X Brother!Reader) Pt 1/ Pt 2

New Sister (Batfam X Fem!Reader) Pt 1/ Pt 2

Much Loved Sister In Law (Batfam X Fem!Reader)

Walking Home (Batfam X Deaf!Batson!Reader)

Little Daredevil (Batfam X Blind!Batsis!Reader)

Being Bruce' First Bio Son And You're Developing Relationship With Damian Would Include...

Date With A Girl (Batfam X Batsis!Reader)

Birthday Blues (Batfam X Male!Reader)

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[sunny-mercya]

Masterlist

-> Masterlist 2 / 3 / 4 / 5

Other Accounts -> AO3 | Wattpad | Quotev

-> @mercya-reblogs Blog for FanFic's & Co.

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Series;

Hey, Brother do you still believe in one another?

Heiji Hattori x Male Reader | Platonic! Shinichi Kudo x Brother!Reader

Fandom -> Detective Conan/Case Closed

Status; Ongoing

Summary; After Shinichi's disappearance you had lost the ground beneath you. Still you pulled through and stood as tall as you could. Though how much could you take till you break?

Based Songs -> Hey Brother | Saudade | Last Impression | I can't stop my love |

01. Saudade

02. Exhausted

03. Of Jealousy and Blessing

04. Awkward

04.2. Keeping Secrets

05. Nightlife

06. Love Sick

07. Love Letter

08. Therapy

09. (Self)hatred

10. Osaka Trip - Stalking

11. Osaka Trip - Abducted

12. Osaka Trip - Dubious love making

13. Osaka Trip - Fever Migraines

14. Osaka Trip - Rising Hope

15. Osaka Trip - Survival

16. Osaka Trip - Saving Knights

17. Osaka Trip - Recovery and Dates

18.

19.

Given

Heiji Hattori x Male Reader

Fandom -> Detective Conan/Case Closed

Mini Story to Hey, Brother

Status; Complete

Summary; 365 Days and you remain in all of them — through the good and bad times, Heiji and You would never break the bond of love you both had for one another as this love is for eternity.

01. Arguments

02. Cold Crash

03. Sensitivity

Gone.

Batfamily x Male Child Reader

Fandom -> Batman/DCU

Status; On Hold

Summary; All you wanted was a good night story from your family, not being kidnapped.

01. Not now

02. Mommy's Love

03. Hope

04. Rescue

Christmas Special

05. Chana

06. Sleepless

07. Disasters

One Shots;

Tokyo Revengers

Swimming | Platonic! Mikey Sano x Brother!Reader, ft. Draken

Bread baking gone wrong | Shinichiro Sano x Male Reader – Established relationship

First Date Magic | Nahoya (Smiley) Kawata x Male Reader – Established Relationship

Sickly Summer | Bonten x Male Baby Reader

Detective Conan/Case Closed

Heiji Hattori

I can't stop my love for you! | Male Reader

Waiting | Male Reader

False Brother | Male Reader

MAGI - The Labyrinth of Magic

Kouen Ren

Caring in Secret | Male Reader

Sleep | Male Reader

Puns | Male Reader

Koumei Ren

World of Silence | Deaf Male Reader

Castlevania

Trevor Belmont

Small steps to forgiveness | Male Reader

Fucked up again | Male Reader

Turned | Male Reader

Attack on Titan

Levi Ackermann

Sweet family of mine | Male Reader – Single Dad & Modern Era AU

DC

Bruce Wayne

No second chance | Male Reader

Clark Kent

Memento Mori | Male Reader

Marvel

Coming Home | Peter Quill x Son! Reader

Headcanons;

BatFam #1

Batman #1

Fem!Reader

Hearts Thievery | Kaito Kid – Soulmate AU

Denial and Acceptance | Shinichi Kudo – Soulmate AU

Tranquility | Shinichi Kudo

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[mona1704]

[morgansunflower]

The Things I Miss

Jason Todd X al Ghul/Wayne! Reader

Bruce Wayne X Talia al Ghul.

Words:1261

Warnings:heavy angst, suggestive content, deaf character.

Jason can't hear....

Arthur's notes! Jason is deaf, so I wrote the characters doing sign language.. I hope I did good! Let me know your thoughts! I enjoyed it enough I may do more deaf! Characters of you all think so. BTW Reader is pregnant with Damian.

Jason's P. O. V

My other senses have intensified as I only rely on my sight. I learned sign language and am able to read lips. I'd wear a hearing aid but I can't afford that shit and I don't even want to think about asking Bruce and Talia. I really miss music.. Being able to just hear the small things like birds chirping, being able to hear if everything is OK. I'm not going to miss the sound of gunshots. Though most of all I miss hearing Y/N's voice more than anything else. She's the only one who knows I can't hear a thing. She has surprised me learning sigh language so we could better communicate... I didn't cry..

Y/N's P. O. V

Jason and I lock arm's walking up the steps to the Manor. He stops by the door. I kiss his cheek and walk to open the door. I stop in the middle of my tracks as I noticed Jason's hands moving. I turn to look at him.

He signed 'don't tell anyone'

I sadly smiled. 'our family loves you they need to know'

He scoffed and signed 'bullshit'

I step back to him and hug him. I feel by his pause he did not expect it. He wraps his strong arms around me. We both went inside. After being greeted by the family I noticed Jason no where to be seen.

Jason's P. O. V

I walk into my old bedroom and see my guitar. I pick it up, I am so close to breaking it. I feel a soft touch on my shoulder.

I focus on how my throat moves and say "Talia"

She turns me around and takes the guitar out of my hand. She places it on the bed. She looks at me with a genuinely hurt expression. She moves her arms and begins to use sign language.

'I am your mother you should have informed me'

I take a deep breath, I should have known she would have figured it out 'I know don't tell B'

'why? You know he loves you'

I shrug my shoulders. I take a deep breath. The last few months have been.. Hard. I can't imagine how much worse I'd be without Y/N.

Y/N's P. O. V

... I feel a gentle touch on my shoulder. I open my eyes and see my father with a glass of water with some f/f.

"oh thanks, I must've fell asleep" I said delighted and take the glass.

"you are ill, what are your symptoms?" he asked sitting beside me.

I swallow hard. Shit. "oh nothing dad I'm ok, honest"

"you lie just like your mother" he said with a soft chuckle.

"ok so I'm not exactly feeling my best, but I am OK.."

"Y/N" he said with a genuine worried tone. "you've been absent from patrol, and have not been home for weeks.. Why?"

I take a deep breath "I'm 14 weeks pregnant" I mumbled. "I know you're probably not--" I stammer as he takes my hand.

"I'm grateful nothing is wrong. Does Jason know?" he asked

"no, he's been going through a lot right now" I softly sighed.

"nightmares?" he asked

"yeah, but.." I stammer as I hear Alfred announcing that dinner is ready.

I sit on my chair next to my husband. I see my food with a glass of wine... Dammit. I hear my phone ring. I look a text from my dad.

-I poured your wine out and replaced it with grape juice. As well as, I ask you to please tell your mother soon-

-thanks dad. Why she smell your fear?-

He did not reply to me. I softly smile to myself. That night I desperately need some sleep. I lay on the couch and allow myself some sleep.

Jason's P. O. V

I lean down and kiss my sleeping wife's lips. I then cup her very small bump. A baby, a little baby was right there. It was our baby. I noticed weeks ago when her body started to change, in the best ways. I could smell her vomit from a mile away. I can see how drained she is, but still beautifully glows. The way her boobs were definitely larger and her abdomen was getting a little bigger by each week as our baby grew. I want to give her time to decide when she wants to talk or use sign language I guess. The only thing that hurt me more was knowing I'd never hear the baby's Heartbeat, never hear the baby laugh or cry. I feel a gentle rub on my back. I look seeing her with her face full of adoration. She cups my cheeks and kisses me. She's the only reason I don't feel broken. I changed for her, only her. We part for a moment. I can't believe I'm going to be a dad.

She moved her arms 'you are going to be a amazing dad'

'I love you both' I signed my emotions threatening to get the better of me.

'we love you' Y/N signed as, her tears started to fall.

'I miss your voice' I kissed her lips and then part.

Talia's P. O. V

Bruce and I laid in bed without a single word between us. Should I tell him? Jason asked me not to but I hate secrets.

"I did not see much of our daughter, how did she seem to you?" I asked

He cleared his throat "she was.. Good.. Jason?"

"he's had better days" I sighed "Bruce has Jason.. Acted different on patrol?"

"only that he is ignoring me immensely" he replied. "why? Is something wrong? Is he OK?" he asked with a genuine tone.

"he asked me not to tell you, but.. When the explosion happened 6 months ago.. He.. He can't hear Bruce" I said my voice breaking, I can't imagine how scared he is.

"what?!!" Bruce asked completely appalled. He placed his palm on his forehead in a defeated manner.

"Beloved there is no way you could have possibly known"

"I should have seen it, I should have--" Bruce sighed heavily

I gently rub his back "enough, I won't have you doubting yourself Beloved" I demanded.

He rest his head on my own "they need to come home, they're going through too much to be alone"

Jason's P. O. V

3 weeks later. Bruce and Talia called in a family emergency, for what I have no fucking idea. Y/N and I step inside, I see my whole family.

Tim moved his arms 'I already have known about your struggles for a long time brother'

Stephanie smiled widely 'I may make sense or probably not but try hard'

Cass gently smiled 'you don't have to worry about me making sense'

I look at Duke as he signed 'we love you man'

Dick grinned 'hey Little-Wing, don't forget that you are still able to lean on your big brother'

Barbara softly smiled 'we care about you don't ever need to keep secret from us'

Alfred smiled at me 'do not forget where, your family is my boy'

Bruce had a genuine smile on his face, I'm not going to fucking cry! 'son don't neglect to remember that I care'

Bruce, and Talia walk to me with my gift in there hands. I knew exactly what it was. I take a shaky breath. I give it to Y/N.

I can't believe in doing this, I feel my eyes shake 'family'

#Deaf #Deaf! Jason #Jason Todd X Reader #Jason X Reader #Batsis! Reader #Talia is your mother #Bruce is your father #Unplanned pregnancy #Pregnancy #Pregnant! Reader #Angst #Hurt #Comfort #Love #Loving Talia al Ghul #Loving Bruce Wayne #Brutalia #Fluff #Batfamily #Batfam #Sign language #Morning sickness #Pregnant #Damian Todd

[writing-blog-iguess]

Hi, can I request a fluff and angst fanfic about Damian x female reader? In which they're into an engagement mainly for business, but Y/N was insecure about it because she's a chubby cinnamon roll (which she didn't realise at all), and she felt left out by the entire Bat family. And so, during a true or dare between entire Batfam and their friends, Jon asked for Damian's type and he reply almost like a hint about Y/N, leaving his teammates wanting to see Y/N. They did later saw her, but somehow one of them said they didn't know Damian would fall into love with this kind of girl, which hurt Y/N unconsciouy and she ended up wanting to end the engagement. Damian chased after her and calm her down with Harley and Ivy Poison stop by and scolding the entire Batfam and League of how much they made their little angel felt leftout and threaten dear Robin that they would hunt him down if he's not gonna say anything clearly!!! AHHHHHH!!!!!!!! I really like Harley Quinn and Ivy Poison!!!!

I'm so sorry for how long this took me, but I couldn't stop thinking about it when I read this request! Anyways, I hope this is what you were looking for and I hope you enjoy it!

Life wasn’t fair, she knew this. Had known this as she grew up. But there was a small part of her that hoped that life would go her way once she was old enough to make her own choices.

But that hope was stomped down when she started high school and her parents planned out her future. The only good thing she got out of it, was that she was allowed to pick her minor when it was time to start university.

Throughout the years, she avoided the questions from the press and her friends when she suddenly became friends with Damian Wayne. The only ones to know about the arranged marriage between the two, were her family and the Wayne’s.

It was in an agreement that when they finished school, they would announce their engagement.

There was nothing wrong with it, but as she started to get to know the Wayne’s, she felt a little out of place. Like there was an inside joke or something that she wasn’t allowed to know. She knew people had secrets, she even had secrets. But sometimes it hurts.

Laugher broke through her thoughts, blinking at her phone. She dialed a friend’s number and brought the phone to her ear. As she waited for them to pick up, she couldn’t help but overhear the group of boys’ conversation.

“I didn’t think he’d actually answer,” someone said, after his laughter died down.

“Well, the rules say he had to answer so,” another said with a shrug.

“I’m more surprised by the type of girls Damian’s into.” She frowned, and watched them from the corner of eye. They must be some of Damian’s friends, she thought.

“You mean like that?” someone asked, gesturing to her. She frowned and furrowed her eyebrows as she listened to them talk.

She hung her head as her mood soured as they continued talking. Okay, so maybe she wasn’t the prettiest looking, but she never thought Damian would be so swallow to go for someone that wasn’t her.

“Pumpkin,” a voice said, shaking her out of her thoughts. “You there?”

“Uh, yeah, yeah I am,” she answered, shaking her head and shifting her eyes forward. “I uh, I’m going to have to do a rain check tonight. Something came up.”

“Sure, I’ll tell Red. Let us know when you can, okay?”

“I will, thanks Harls.”

Later that day, she stood in front of the mirror, turned to look at her body. Okay, so maybe she wasn’t the skinniest or the prettiest person. But she liked to think her personality more then made up her looks.

And well, she never really talked to Damian about it. Why he had agreed to marry her, or at the least, broke it off if she wasn’t someone he wasn’t into.

She tugged her shirt down and sighed. Maybe it was time to end it. It’s been nine years since the start of the engagement, and it wasn’t fair to Damian for being sucked into her parents' deals.

Making up her mind, she brought out some paper and pen and began writing. Once she finished, she stuffed it in an envelope, along with the ring and sealed it. Making a quick decision, she grabbed her keys and left for Wayne Manor.

When she arrived, she spent a few minutes just sitting in the car, wondering if she’d have to talk to Damian. That was the last thing she needed, for him to talk her out of it.

Taking a deep breath, she climbed out of the car and made her way towards the door. She reached out and knocked on the door. She rocked on her feet as she waited, hoping Alfred would be the one to answer.

And her hopes were answered when she saw the family butler standing in the doorway. “Miss L/N, I wasn’t aware that you were dropping by. Shall I go announce that you’re here?”

“That’s okay Allred, I only came to drop something for Damian,” she answered with a small smile.

“I’m afraid he isn’t here at the moment,” he said, and she sighed in relief.

“That’s fine,” she said, and held up the envelope for him to take. “Can you, uh, can you give this to him when he gets back?”

Alfred frowned at the envelope she held, and she looked down. She was getting a little uncomfortable under his stare, and wondered if he'd say something that would change her mind.

“Of course,” he said, taking the envelope from her grasp. “Is there something you’d wish for me to tell him?”

“That’s okay,” she said, looking up to him. He gave her a sad smile and wondered if he knew what was inside. “I’ll, uh, I’ll see you around Alfred. And thank you for everything.”

“My pleasure, Miss L/N. I hope to see you soon,” he replied. She hesitated and stepped forward to give him a hug. He tensed at first and returned it, squeezing her a little tightly. “I’m sure you’ll be missed.”

“Thanks.”

~~

Two weeks.

It’s been two weeks since she wrote the letter, two weeks of ignoring Damian’s attempts to talk. Two weeks of listening to her mother whine about the broken engagement, and her father’s belittling her about how she ruined everything. Two weeks of Harley and Ivy pestering her until she finally told them why.

“But you love him!” Harley exclaimed, moving to sit beside Y/N on the couch. “I don’t understand why you ended it, Pumpkin.”

Y/N rubbed her face and sighed, wishing they would just drop it. But they didn’t and kept going. “Because look at me!” she finally snapped. Moving off the couch, she faced the two and gestured to herself.

“I don’t look like someone Damian would marry! I’m not pretty or…or…I’m not a supermodel. And besides, I feel like I don’t even fit in with the Wayne family. I mean, look at the family. They all have looks and great personalities, they’re fun and adventurous, and their lives are amazing. And then...and then there’s me who’s just boring and average who could care less about adventure. I’m just...meh.”

She paused, wrapping her arms around her waist, trying to make herself small. It’s the first time she said her thoughts out loud. It felt a little freeing, but it still hurt.

“The only reason why we were even engaged was for a stupid business deal my dad struck with Bruce Wayne. I would like to add that Mr. Wayne didn’t even look that interested in the arrangement, and neither did Damian,” she finished, deflating a little. Finally telling someone about the arrangement.

“Oh flower,” Ivy said, standing up and pulling her into a hug. “If he can’t love you for who you are or only cares about looks, then he doesn’t deserve you. You should marry for love, so you made the right choice.”

She rested her head on Ivy and sighed. “But it wouldn’t have been a loveless marriage,” she whispered, “I love him, it would make it a one-sided loveless marriage.”

She felt Harley join the hug and she closed her eyes as tears started to form.

“You never cared about your looks before,” Harley mused, playing with Y/N’s hair. “What brought this on?”

Y/N opted to stay quiet and shook her head. Ivy called her name and she sighed. She knew they wouldn’t stop until she answered, and she was afraid of what they would do. This time, Harley called her name, but firmer. “Okay fine, but you can’t do anything stupid.”

Harley scoffed and pulled away to poke Y/N’s nose. “When have I ever?” She gave Harley a look and she just giggled. “Okay, so maybe there were a few times but I’m not letting you off the hook. So, spill.”

She rubbed her face and groaned. “I overheard Damian’s friends talk about how they couldn’t see him falling in love with someone like me. And they're right, I’m fat, and plain looking.”

“You are not fat,” Ivy said, narrowing her eyes. “You’re a little chuddy yes, but you're healthy and that’s all anyone can ask for.”

“What she said,” Harley agreed as she walked out of the room. She came back a moment later with her mallet. “Come on Red, we’ve got work to do.”

“What? No!” she called as the two made their way to the door. “You promised!” But it fell on deaf ears as she watched her two parental figures leave the apartment. Mumbling a string of curses, she took out her phone and sent out a message.

Damian ignored everyone in the room, and frowned at his phone. He stared at the two words like it was mocking him. It’d been two weeks of silence from her and the first words she sends him is I’m sorry?

Scoffing, he typed out a reply and just before he could press send, the door slammed open.

There was a collective gasp around the room as they watched two of Gotham’s sirens walk into the living room.

“Man, and here I thought we were going to have a quiet night,” Garth complained, leaning back against the couch.

“That’s what you get when you say ‘sure is a quiet night,’” Jon mocked, Garth made a face at him but chose not to say anything.

“What do you want, Harley?” Bruce asked tiredly. Damian had a faint feeling that this isn’t the first time Harley barged into the manor.

Harley pointed her mallet at the boys and smirked as they squirmed a little. Damian narrowed his eyes, wondering if there’s going to be a fight or not.

“A little birdie told me that you are making fun of girls like Y/N,” she said. Damian’s eyes widened in surprise. They knew Y/N? But she’s never mentioned that. But then again, there are things he hasn’t told her yet.

“Y/N?” Wally asked, confused. He wasn’t the only one, one look around the room told Damian that no one knew who she was talking about. “Don’t know who that is.”

“Mhm, that’s okay. She knows who you are though. And she’s told us what you’ve said,” Harley continued, “about how you don’t see Damian marrying someone who’s chubby, who is a bit self-conscious about who they are. Which leads me…” she trailed off and pointed her mallet at the Wayne boys.

They narrowed their eyes and watched closely to see what she might do next. Their eyes were especially on Ivy. She hasn’t said much during Harley’s speech. But her glare spoke volumes.

“Why is it whenever Y/N comes home from hanging out with Damian and everyone here, she’s sad?” Harley asked, and the boys widened as they realized who they were talking about.

“You’re talking about Y/N? Damian’s fiancé?” Jason asked. Wally, Gath and Jon’s head whipped around to look at Damian.

“You’re engaged?!”

Damian chose to ignore them and narrowed his eyes at the two. “What do you mean she’s sad? And how do you know?”

“Exactly that,” Ivy said with a shrug. “She didn’t tell us until today, but we knew there was something wrong. Said that she felt like she didn’t fit in, like you just didn’t care that she was there.”

Okay, so she didn’t say it in so many words, but that’s what Ivy got out of it.

She watched and listened as the Wayne boys tried to defend themselves. She raised her hand and they stopped talking.

“Is that why she ended the engagement?” Damian asked.

“She did what?” Damian’s brothers asked in unison. He didn’t answer and Ivy nodded.

“Better go fix it, baby bird,” Harley said, pointing at Damian.

Not needed to be told twice, Damian stood and left, ignoring the protest of his friends and family. He chuckled when he heard the groans of everyone as Harley and Ivy started their lecture on why you shouldn’t talk bad about people you don’t know.

It’s been twenty minutes since Ivy and Harley left, and she can’t help but wonder what they’re doing. She had almost followed them, but decided against it. She’ll wait until they get back for the answers.

A knock on the door pulled her out of her thoughts, and she looked up from her book in confusion. Harley and Ivy would have just walked in, and she wasn’t expecting anyone to come over.

Setting the book on the couch, she got up and made her way to the door. Her eyes narrowed as she saw who it was through the peephole. She bit her lip and debated on whether or not she should open the door.

“I know you’re in there, Y/N,” Damian said. He sounded tired, like he hasn’t been sleeping lately. “Can I come in, please? We need to talk.”

Sighing, she unlocked the door. He looked as tired as he sounded. She stepped aside and waited until he was inside before closing the door.

“You didn’t tell me you knew Harley and Ivy,” he said after a few minutes of silence. She shrugged, keeping her attention on the door as she answered him.

“I met them when I was in grade 10,” she mumbled, “was running from someone and I asked for their help. Since then, they’ve kind of adopted me.”

“Do your parents know?”

She shook her head. “I don’t think they would care.”

Damian snorted, turning around to look at her. She was still refusing to look at him. “I think they would care if their only daughter was hanging around with Gotham’s most wanted.”

“No, I’m pretty sure they wouldn’t,” she argued. “They were the ones who signed my life away. I mean, the whole engagement was because of a business deal.” She hadn’t meant to, but she let the bitterness seep into her voice. “Whatever, it doesn’t matter anyways.”

Damian flinched as she dismissed it, and reached out to grab her arm. She tensed but didn’t pull away, Damian took that as a good sign, and turned her around. She let him, but kept her gaze on his chest.

“My friends are stupid,” Damian stated, surprising her. “We were playing truth or dare and I was asked what my type of a girl was. I didn’t think your first meeting with them would end our engagement. I wished you would have talked to me about it though, instead of that.”

She hung her in shame. “I’m sorry,” she whispered. “I just, I don’t know. On top of what your friends said, and the whole arranged marriage thing, I didn’t want to marry someone who doesn’t love me back.”

She froze when she realized what she said. She shut her eyes, and covered her face with her hands, willing the flush on her cheeks to go away. But it didn’t.

“You love me?” Damian asked, and she could hear the smirk. She didn’t say anything, she just nodded. “Why didn’t you say anything?” She shrugged. Damian huffed out a laugh, and gently pried her hands off her face. When she still didn’t look up, he grabbed her chin and tilted her head up. “I love you too.”

Her eyes snapped open, and she stared at him dumbfounded. He gave her a soft smile and leaned forward a little, resting his forehead on hers. “I love the way you are now, and I wouldn’t change anything about you.”

“Do you really mean that?” she asked quietly. So quietly, he almost didn’t catch it. He nodded.

“With all my heart.”

She looked at him, looking to see if he was lying. When all she found was the truth, she closed the distance and kissed him. She bundled up his shirt as he cupped her cheeks gently. She put all her love into that kiss, and he eagerly matched her pace.

When they needed air, she pulled back and smiled when he followed after her.

“So, does that mean we can get married now?” Damian asked. She pretended to think about it, and he poked her sides a little.

“I guess so,” she answered with a laugh. He pulled her into a hug, which she returned, nuzzling her face in his shirt. “Are we still waiting until we’re done with school?”

“Would give us time to get to know each other. Really get to know each other,” he added when she was about to say something. “And maybe this time around, you’ll feel like you fit in with my family.”

“Wow, they left nothing out, did they?” she questioned. Damian chuckled and kissed the top of her head. “I love you, Damian.”

“I love you too.”

#damian wayne x reader #damian wayne x fem!reader #damian wayne #bruce wayne #harley quinn #poison ivy #jason todd #tim drake #dick grayson #wally west #jon kent #garth logan #beastboy #batman imagine #dc imagine #requested by anon #my writing

[addicted-to-dc]

Scarecrow- Batfam x Reader

Just to let you guys know this one is a bit gory. This also has a slight Jason X Reader, but I don’t think I am going to make another part for this. Well, anyway, enjoy!

Warning: Violence, gore, murder, etc. 

Scarecrows were meant to protect a farmer’s crops from unwanted birds and critters. Why a villain in Gotham decided to take on the persona of a protector of crops and twist it into a symbol of fear was a mystery to you. You wouldn’t lie to yourself that he wasn’t terrifying, but it just felt weird to see him use something that was good to do evil. 

“What are you thinking about?” 

“Nothing,” you replied as the elevator dinged once again, “just distracted today is all.”

“I know that feeling,” he sighed, moving to allow more people into the elevator. 

You didn’t say anything after that, waiting impatiently for the elevator to reach the first floor. Your employer had ordered you to come back to the base, and you knew nothing good would come from it. This is only the second time this had happened, the first when your cover was blown by Batman and his never ending family of vigilantes. It was a close call that nearly cost you your life, especially when your boss didn’t allow second chances. Hearing the final ding, you quickly walked out of the lobby and waited, searching for the car sent for you. You could feel the man’s eyes on you, but you pushed that worry aside as you thought about the reason why you were pulled from your mission on such short notice. You sucked in a breath when the car pulled up, the door opening for you before you entered. Grasping the door, you slammed it shut and let your mask fall, glaring at the men around you.

“What the hell is going on?” you asked, frustrated beyond belief.

“The boss got a better job for you,” one answered, making you feel worse. “Our new business partner personally requested you, and for that he paid triple our normal fee.”

You paled, your heart rate rising as they drove off, leaving Wayne Enterprises in the distance. Looking out the window, you watched as the man stared at the car, at you, before answering a call on his phone. Now you’re just being paranoid. You bit your nail, wondering who the new business partner was. It had to be someone high up if they could afford to pay triple. Only a few had ever offered to pay double, but triple was unheard of. You remained silent after that, watching buildings quickly fall behind you as you were driven to your fate. 

You gulped as soon as you saw the building, trying to calm yourself as you pushed the door open. The three men from the car instantly surrounded you, leading you to the building with barely an inch to breathe. Once again you slipped your mask on, putting on a stoic face before entering the main office. Your boss sat in her usual chair, but who was standing next to her completely surprised you. Scarecrow was right there, staring directly at you as you take a seat in front of them. 

“(Y/N), glad you could come back on such short notice,” your boss smiled, making you more uneasy. 

“It was not a problem,” you replied, forcing yourself to keep your eyes off of him. “What’s the new job?”

A rope was tied around you, quickly answering your question. Struggling, you headbutt the one who was tying you, hissing when the rope tightened.

“I am so disappointed in you,” she tutted, calmly aiming a gun at you. 

“I followed every order you gave me!” you shouted, your words quickly muffled by a gag. “You motherfucker!”

Smack! Your head was forced to the left, your skin stinging from a punch. Letting out a grunt, you breathed heavily as Scarecrow walked to you. He was holding something in his hand, and whatever it was you didn’t like it. You fought against the restraints, unprepared for the oxygen mask he shoved onto your face. As soon as you smelled chemicals you knew you were done for, your vision growing dark as the toxin entered your lungs. You felt yourself move as they quickly dragged you into another room, leaving you alone to face whatever hell he had prepared for you. Your lungs felt like they were on fire, every single breath making you cringe. Looking around, the entire room was full of crumbling brick and the stench of death. Gulping, you quickly reached for your knife in your pocket, letting out a sigh of relief as the blade cut through the rope. Grabbing the gag out of your mouth, you spat the taste out of your mouth.

That was the last time you had a sane thought. Minutes, hours, days had passed since that day. You saw everything you feared come to life, but you couldn’t stop laughing at the horrible images around you. Your face hurt from the never-ending laughter, your eyes red from the tears and sleepless nights. The constant physical and mental torment drove you wild, attacking anything you saw. Every hallucination felt real, but so did the cuts and broken bones you had from killing each and every one of them. Your blood had decorated the room, some spots on accident and others on purpose. You were particularly fond of the self portrait you made, but you never got a chance to finish it. When the door opened for the first time in days, you flinched at the amount of light that filled the room. 

“Well you look like shit.”

Rubbing your eyes, you were able to finally focus on the man who brought you here. His words echoed in your mind as you tackled him to the floor, tackling him to the ground before biting his throat. His screams fell upon deaf ears as you tore the flesh away, spitting it away before leaving him to bleed on the floor. Laughing, you sat down at your spot and watched the blood spread on the floor, the light in the man’s eyes quickly fading away just as yours did when you cursed to remain in this hell. Your laughter died down, your smile fading away as your head began to pulse. Clutching your head, you curled into yourself as the pain grew. The sound of gunshots made you look up, screaming and men running past the open door followed suit. Pushing yourself up with your good arm, you slowly made your way to the door.

“It’s the Bat!”

You froze, watching through the door as Batman took down every single thug quickly and efficiently. Knowing you had to get out of there, you pressed forward, your determination to leave this place fueling your starved body. Your bare feet slid on the concrete floor, probably leaving a blood trail as you slowly realized what had happened. You remembered Scarecrow, the drug, and, oh Gods, you tore a man’s throat out. A laugh escaped from your lips, shocking you to your core. No, you couldn’t be like this. You were just having a nightmare, you probably fell asleep at your apartment while going over your files. Your body’s screams of pain shot your hopes to bits, shouting at you that this was real. You turned a corner, walking right into your boss. She collided right into you, knocking you to the ground as she landed on top of you. Anger instantly entered your mind, your hands gripping onto her throat as you rolled on top of her. She tried to reach for her gun, but you grabbed it and beat her with it, not stopping until there was nothing recognizable about her. You fell to your side, screaming as you threw the gun as far as you could. 

You couldn’t move, you couldn’t do anything. Your hands shook as you just sat there, staring at the fresh corpse of your previous employer. Nothing but relief filled your mind, and that was the thing that frightened you. There was no hint of fear, remorse, or hesitation from you, not even a bit. What did Scarecrow do to you? 

“Hey.”

Your eyes snapped to the man in front of you, his arms shooting up signalling that he was no threat. You didn’t believe it, but you recognized him. He was the one who nearly blew your cover on your first failed mission. 

“I’m gonna get you out of here,” he explained, quickly lifting you up.

The urge to fight flooded your thoughts, but you knew you couldn’t win against him, not when you had more broken bones than you could count. What you needed right now was a bottle of whiskey, a whole case of cigarettes and a pill to knock you the fuck out. Before you knew it, you were placed on a gurney and out of his arms. He swiftly secured you to it, taking a seat next to you as you felt the plane lift off. 

“What did I do, Jay?” you asked, everything crashing down on you.

“Nothing you could have helped,” he replied, grasping your hand tightly. “We’ll get you fixed up soon… Just rest.”

#batfamily x reader #batfam x reader #dc comics imagine #dc comics x reader #batfam imagine #batfamily imagine

[megasoma-elephas]

DC - Werksliste 1/2 - Batfam

These are all stories about DC I reblogged so far. They’re all in alphabetical order and not in some kind of ranking.

And although it might sound a bit cliche, it’s true: I love every single one of those stories and every single one of them is a masterpiece in it’s own way. I’m more than happy to be able to read those works. So thank you, dear author, for publishing those stories. For bringing up the courage to share them with the world.

Edit (Feb. 2018): Well... Tumblr has some kind of rule that you can only add a certain amount of links in one post. And seemingly this list has reached that amount. So I decided to divide my lists in two categories: Batfam and Others. That might change again sometime soon (probably as soon as my exams are over) but for now it’ll stay that way.

Batfamily x Reader

#myparentsarelosers by @ellana-ravenwood

A belated Halloween by @ellana-ravenwood

And when I’m gone by @ellana-ravenwood

Are we not gonna talk about the elephant in the room? by @ellana-ravenwood

The Bat(mom) glare by @ellana-ravenwood

Batmom Senses by @cait-writes-stuff

Burrito Blanket Mom by @ellana-ravenwood

Death, amnesia and 4 coffees please by @ellana-ravenwood

Don’t leave us by @ellana-ravenwood

Don’t wanna go by @ellana-ravenwood

Happy holidays by @ellana-ravenwood

Ice cream and a movie [platonic] by @gurlluvswriting

In which the Batboys fight to know which Hogwarts’s house is the best by @ellana-ravenwood

“Jigsaw is coming for me” by @ellana-ravenwood

The last pit by  @ellana-ravenwood      Part 1, Part 2

My mothers apple orchard by @ellana-ravenwood

Pierced by @ellana-ravenwood

Talk to my son like that again and I’ll end you by @ellana-ravenwood

Time for everything by @tgwltw

Unnamed / Another elephant in the room by @avengerdragoness

Vacations are rare for the Waynes by @ellana-ravenwood      Part 1, Part 2

Where did the coffee table go? by @ellana-ravenwood

Batfamily [no reader insert]

Big brother Jason by @marudny-robot

Shenanigans with the Batkids by @fanficsandfeelings [story deleted]

Unnamed / Damsel in Distress by @swanqueenfeathers

Unnamed / Just like thatTM by @jokin-around

Bruce Wayne / Batman x Reader

A strange flying mouse [cat!reader, no relationship] by @charaxes-violetta

Attempts and Guilt by @posiey

Bedtime Stories [daughter!reader] by @thegoddamnfangirl

Behave by @ellana-ravenwood

Fate is a Bitch by @ellana-ravenwood      Part 1, Part 2

Goodbye Bruce by @yestoomuchfandomfiction

Headcanon: Being Bruce’s S/O and getting kidnapped by @regrettablewritings

“I’m lost without you...” by @ellana-ravenwood

I’m not drunk, you are by @ellana-ravenwood

“Is... father drunk?” by @ellana-ravenwood

Old lovers by @posiey

Perfect family [daughter!reader] by @maruthor

Pointe by @uncpanda

Silly bat by @ellana-ravenwood

Too attached by @cas-backwards-tie

Unnamed / Kicking Bruce out of the bedroom by @ellana-ravenwood

Wedding and Pop-Corn by @ellana-ravenwood

The wrath of a short woman by @ellana-ravenwood

You slept with Superman? by @ellana-ravenwood

Damian Wayne / Robin x Reader

Mistakes and Forgivness by @ellana-ravenwood

Damian Wayne / Robin x Tim Drake / Red Robin

Unnamed / Fear Toxin [platonic] by @tantalum-cobalt

Dick Grayson / Nightwing x Reader

Ain’t no rest for the wicked by @writethatbat [blog deleted]

Among lonely dunes by @writingtheworks

Back off by @blxkestnight [story deleted]

Bad day? by @gurlluvswriting [blog deleted]

Breathe by @blxkestnight [blog deleted]

Demonstration by @addicted-to-dc

Flying Graysons [sister!reader] by @batarangtotheheart

Headcanon: Dick and superhero S/O by @arrowguyxx

Home again by @addicted-to-dc

Love notes by @nightwingdiva

Not in the living room by @controloffandoms

Old days by @maruthor

One more chance by @maruthor

Play pretend by @sheismental

Rejection by @vanity-grayson [blog deleted] and @maruthor      Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6

Terror and darkness by @blxkestnight [blog deleted]

The Text by @uncpanda

They never told you by @maruthor      Part 1, Part 2

Undercover Halloween by @dccomicsimagines

Unnamed / Fear gas - reactions by @imagineyoungjustice

Unnamed / “Why haven’t you kissed me yet?” by @emmcfrxst

Weakness by @maruthor

When the teleport fails by @dccomicsimagines

Worthy by @writing-yj

Dick Grayson / Nightwing x Tim Drake / Red Robin

Unnamed / Don’t close your eyes [platonic] by @camsthisky

Jason Todd / Red Hood x Reader

Acrobats sister by @avengerdragoness      Part 1, Part 2

Bad night, rainy night by @guslover74 [sory deleted]

Best birthday ever! by @dc-imagine-central

Blow your mind by @youngjusticewritings [story deleted]

Bluejay by @addicted-to-dc

Capable by @avengerdragoness

Confessions by @alittlewing

Costume party by @ellana-ravenwood

Disbelief [deaf!reader] by @maruthor

Dropping the Drama by @avengerdragoness

I’m going to take care of you by @tim-help

It’ll get better kid by @arrowguyxx [blog deleted]

Just a chance by @guslover74 [story deleted]

Let it snow by @imaginexmeintheuniverse

Panic by @damimagines (deactivated)

Perfect remedies by @writingtheworks [story deleted]

Resting murder face by @cait-writes-stuff

Stalker by @marvel-flower [blog deleted]

A starless sky by @budhaven [blog deleted]

This is the Gospel by @addicted-to-dc

Uncontrollable by @batmagines

Jason Todd / Red Hood x Tim Drake / Red Robin

The Tower [platonic] by @komadoriwonder

Tim Drake / Red Robin x Reader

Burrito by @addicted-to-dc

Chess Battle by @maruthor

Cuddling on the couch by @shadow-wolf-fics [blog deleted]

Dance with me? by @maruthor

Shadows in the Dark by @dc-hoe

Unnamed / Soulmate AU by @batfamily-imagines

Worse than Death by @abbie-writes-things [story deleted]

You taste like coffee by @ellana-ravenwood

If you don’t want your story to be mentioned on this list, feel free to message me. I will delete it as soon as possible :)

Here you can find my other list about every other story within the DC Universe (excluding Batfam)

Here you can find my other lists about Marvel, Star Trek, etc.

#dc #dc masterlist #masterlist #reader insert #x reader #batman x reader #bruce wayne x reader #nightwing x reader #dick grayson x reader #jason todd x reader #jason todd #red hood x reader #robin x reader #red robin x reader #tim drake x reader #damian wayne x reader #dc x reader #dick grayson x tim drake #jason todd x tim drake #dc reader insert

[batfam-imagines]

Reader’s Choice

So I have a pretty long request list!! If you want to help me choose, just send the number of the request to my Inbox! Just let me know that the number is a “Reader’s Choice”

If you have more than one you’d like to see, put the numbers in the order you’d prefer!!!

If anyone wants to use one of these prompts, please ask first!! Thank you!

Rules: Please only choose a MAX of 3. I will be updating this monthly, and will only accept your choices for 2 day each month. Please only send in your choice numbers during those 2 days! Thank you!!

Send your three votes to my inbox! If you post them as a comment they will not be counted!!!

If I forget to update this, don’t hesitate to remind me on the 1st of every month, but only on the 1st.

Currently Accepting Requests From This List!!

1.    Hi, A! Can you make a Conner x Abused!witch reader please? Where reader is abused by her whole family, because while she is a good person her family aren't? Can you also make the reader fall in love with Conner and the feeling is mutual? By the way, love your imagines.

2.    Can you write something where batsis has a stalker and it starts off cute but gets more dangerous?

3.    Can you write something where Tim gets really hurt while patrolling with Jason and he has to save him. Can you write it with some angst please.

4.    could you please write about Atlantean Batmom, who's maybe Arthur’s sister, and meets Bruce through him? Batmom prefers to not interfere with the league or Atlantis and the kids don't know about her heritage out of fear for their safety until she uses her abilities to prevent a catastrophe or something like that.

5.    Could you do and imagine of Catwoman's accomplish/niece being best friends with Damian and Damian leaves with the teen titans making her sad and jealous. I really love your writing and this would make my week

6.    batsis possessed by the Enchantress

7.    would you do a batsis imagine where she assaulted by one of her close guy friends and couldn't stop it, so she starts withdrawing from her family and friends. she feels weak and doesn't want them to judge her until jason finally gets her to tell him what happened after she tries to kill herself?

8.       Red Hood get thrown through the window of your local Book store and list three good reads for you before he’s up on his feet again guns blazing.

9.   Love your oldest batsis character! Could you do maybe one where is a good singer/musician and she sings them lullaby’s when they are hurt and around the house and in the shower?

10.   May I request a oneshot please, where Jon and Dami befriend a shapeshifter/reader, who's either their age or a year younger, and none of the Justice League (including Bats and Super) know about them. So it's either the Justice League finding out about them or stupid pranks (like identical Damian’s) that they pull on the Justice League?

11.   Hello! I was wondering if you could maybe do a second post to the bat mom killing the joker fic? I would love to see Bruce's and the rest of the family's reaction to that. That would be awesome!

12.   Can I request where Batsis/reader has terrible insomnia, so she only gets probably an hour a sleep every day or something, and she is always up walking around the manor at odd hours of the night. She hides it from the Batfam with makeup and such. And it's basically the Batfam finding out about Batsis's terrible insomnia. Thank you!

13.   hello! i still hope your requests are still open as i wanted to send in something! could you do a Jason Todd imagine where he and the reader have a meet-cute in the library and he develops a huge crush? he talks about her constantly to Roy to the point he gets frustrated and drags him to her, only to find out it's his younger sister (or if you prefer close friend)

14.   Could you do a little sister au where bat!sis wants to join her brothers and father on patrol and follows them around all day in attempt to get them to agree to let her go and eventually Bruce agrees to take her for a few minutes in her own adorable little suit and it's just super fluffy? Sorry this is long and if that's confusing. I love you're writing and thank you so much

15.   Lil Sis Au. w/ reader watches and imitates older sibling when they spar/fight??

16.   I saw requests were open and I was wondering if you could write being a single mom and falling in love with single dad Roy please and thank you

17.   I wish you would write a fic where sick jay is cared for by his loving fam and reader

18.   Hello! Could you possibly do a Batmom! Reader who's like really short. Like shorter than Damian and she has trouble having some of the batboys take her seriously?

19.   So I had a shitty day, maybe a thing where batsis had an anxiety attack, then her biological dad (who is an asshole to her) make her depressed and the batfamily helps her through it

20.   Could you write a wing au with the wings mimicking emotions with Tim Drake please?

21.   For the fantasy au thing with winged people, could I please request Older Damian's SO's feathers falling out from stress and him trying to help her?

22.   I'm sorry if this is a bad request, you can change the aspects of it if you want to: I am a dragon AU (with any fandom or even not fandom related) but reader is a dragon and a knight has to slay the dragon but the knight can't do it... Thus the knight sneaks out every night because become really good friends in the end of it. Anyway before I end this request I would like to say your writing is amazing and I can't wait to read more from you!! Thanks for reading and keep up the fantastic writing!!

23.   Could you please do something with Bruce helping a batdaughter deal with a bad hit of fear toxin? It could be as sweet or angsty as you like, whatever you feel like doing!

24.   Hi!! Can I request an imagine Dick and batsis (reader) are in the same school event/gym class and it's a sparring section and they laugh it all off, and have to deal with elementary level self defense class, maybe fording themselves to lose to dummies and then when they can finally spar each other they go all out? And the class goes crazy loving it? Also:: can you tag @batty4dc

25.   Hiiii I would like to request a fiction with jason, something like the reader can control the four elements and those are represented by the bat-boys (dick-water/ jason-fire / Tim-air / Damian- earth). The reader is obviously more interested in the fire element so jason. I really like something with some fluff but also passionate (like light smut if you do that). U don't know if the request is clear but thank you.

26.   Older Batsis coming home from a rough night on patrol to find one of her brothers sitting on her couch? Whichever brother you prefer!

27.   Can I request Terry McGinnis w/ a telepathic/telekinetic s/o and they flirt a lot during patrol so Bruce always scolds them

28.   Is there any way you can do a part 2 to the Damian Wayne x reader My Mate?

29.   Can request jason flirting with a telepathic/telekinetic reader

30.   Hi! I was wondering if you could do this request for me? I want a Damian x Reader, Please! I was thinking that the plot could be that Damian used the bully the reader because maybe she was deaf or something like that. The bullying gets so bad that the reader switches school, and Damian feels so guilty. Years later, Damian sees the reader once more, and he tries to make amends. Angst at first then maybe something sweet? Thank you! Love your writing!

31.   Batboy of your choice dating a single mom

32.   Can you write an hc were Batmom has a daughter that's in her teens that clings to Batmom and the boys think she's an attention hog they wind up in a fit and she starts crying and Batmom comes in and stops them and they find out she has awake terrors and that's why she's clingy to mom because she's scares so they start helping with her and now she's clingy with all of them. Thank you for your time, bye.

33.   oh hi how about when reader died or get hurt really bad maybe after she get married to jason/Dami *boi you can chose* and she was pregnant if you chose to her to stay alive the baby died if you chose to her to die than both of them is dead :'c sorry but I really need to read something sad #rosegurl🌹

34.   Can you do an imagine on being 16 and being the youngest member of the suicide squad and there all really protective of you and you start to date or something

35.   Ok, how about this. Damian with a neko reader. He would definitely go crazy and want to pet her ears. Please and thank you

36.   How would the JL and Batfam react if they found out that Batmom outsmarted the Joker on her own. Like he kidnaps her because hey Bruce, you're rich af, and instead of crying and praying for rescue she scolds Joker and he's like, wow ok, I see your point. He doesn't immediately become a grade A citizen or something but, you get the gist. Thx love!

37.   "i didn't mean to hurt your feelings" with Tim and jason please?

38.   hey can i get an older! Damián x reader imagine based on fools by lauren aquilina??

39.   Can I request a Tim X Reader? Where Tim meets the reader at a bookshop and they hit it off. Fluffyness please. Bonus if the rest of the Batfam teases Tim about her.

40.   Yes yes do a fix with Ariel and Damian I'm begging you ❤ and I love the prince of the sea, it's so cute to think of Jay as innocent merman

41.   So I was going through your work and found this thing about batsis, and how villains loved her. And now all I can think is batsis having some recital or fucking graduation or something, and half the fucking crowd is there for her. There's villains, anti-hero's, super-heroes. Their all there for her omg.

42.   Oh oh oh can you write Jason being in love with reader who's close friends with all the batboys and she's especially close to dick and Jason gets jealous and upset and super insecure because he thinks she likes dick when in reality she's in love with Jason (you can do the ending anyway you want)

43.  For face the music, how about some cute Connor x reader moments. Like he hears her laugh for the first time(really hard at that) then she's about to walk out her her pajamas (I sleep with an over-sized shirt and my underwear cuz it's hella comfy) And then some bonding time with Conner, Reader, and Talia?

44.  Hey! Can you please do another Nsfw to dick speaking Romanian? I just read the first one and I really really liked it

45.  Hey, could you pleaassee do something with a sick reader?? I've been trying to find one everywhere and can't.

46. Part 2 for New Sons!

#prompts #my requests #my request list

[klemen-tine]

So in white whale part 2 reader revealed they were always going to come back right? So in the scenario that reader successfully escaped how would the batfam(Jason and Bruce in particular) react to reader willingly returning after like a year or 2?

You know that phrase, "If you love something, set it free. If it comes back, it's yours. If not, it was never meant to be?" It would be like that.

Bruce would be happy that a kid returned, willingly, and he would spoil the shit out of reader. Buying them everything and all of that, and really doubling down and making sure that they never. leave. again. He would smile and tell reader how happy he is that he is standing on his own two feet and being comfortable with himself being deaf. He would listen as reader recalled everything they went through and everything they saw, and while he would be happy reader is smiling, he absolutely HATES that the reader is proving that he doesn't need them.

Jason would be so pissed, but would be ecstatic to know he is back. Jason would hug him, and not let go for anything. It would be memory lane almost, going to local cafes, Jason reading to the reader again, and just an overall happy time. While reader is assuring Jason that they are safe and having a great time, Jason would be plotting how to keep reader there at the manor. How do you lock up a bird without them being depressed?

Easy! Make it so they don't want to leave. Make the world seem terrible and that the first year on their own was great because of luck.

I see them being fucked up and tricking reader into thinking they were all for them going out and exploring, and reader is so cute, and surely Jason and Bruce would never do anything that would hurt them, right? They would convince reader to take something with a tracker (obviously reader don't know that part) and just fuck with everything in reader's life to make them come back.

Reader got an apartment? Damn, the apartment is now raising rent and reader can't afford it anymore. That ASL-friendly cafe that needed a barista? Sucks, they never called back even though they said reader was perfect. Everything in reader's life would go to shit so fast, that he would be calling texting Bruce to please come pick him up. He doesn't want to be alone anymore.

Everyone is in on it. It's just Jason and Bruce are the ones leading it.

But hey! Reader came back, right? So that means that he always meant to be with them... right?

#yandere batfam #yandere dc #batfam x reader #platonic yandere #batfam x deaf reader #platonic batfam #batfam x male reader #bruce wayne #platonic batman #batfam #platonic jason todd

[toastedkiwi]

Since Bruce peels her oranges, Jason cuts her apples. Dick pulls off the leafs and stems off her strawberries. Damian pulls her grapes off the vine. Tim has to take the first bite of her pear before she eats it. Cassandra has to take the pit of her peaches out. Duke needs to get the fuzz off of her kiwis. Stephanie has to pick the best cherries for her. And Alfred, he has to turn her fruits into baked goods or smoothies.

#dick grayson x deaf child!reader #batfam x deaf child!reader #bruce wayne x deaf child!reader #batfam x nonvigilante batsis!reader

[lazydoodlesandfanfic]

Walking Home (Batfam X Deaf!Son!Reader)

Characters: Batfam X Deaf!Son!Reader

Universe: DC, Batman

Warnings: Hint at kidnapping

Request: How about a BatFam x deaf male reader child, where the family kinda forgets to pick him up from kindergarten and MR has a Odyssey, because he is trying to find his way back home and then some angst and fluff?

You were bored out of your brain, kicking your legs back and forth in the chair you were made to sit in as you waited for someone to come pick you up. Maybe your father, maybe one of your brothers, or grandpa Alfred. However, it had been a long time. A lot longer than ever, and your teacher had tried calling your family several times before she left to go see if she could get you a snack as you waited, leaving you alone and bored in the classroom. 

You were 4 years old, nearly 5, and you had a plan in your head. In the time you had to wait, you remembered looking out the window of the car as you were driven home so many times, and in your mind tried to put together a map of how to get home, and you were confident in yourself that you could get yourself home just fine. You never really never understood why your brothers and sisters could walk themselves home if they wanted, even Damian who was only about 6 years older than you, especially since they wanted you to be as independent as possible because of your deafness. In your mind, you thought of it that they were trying to shelter you and baby you because you couldn’t hear things, not the fact that you were literally a 4 year old boy in Gotham. 

Now alone, and bored of waiting, you decided to just go and do it. You put on your coat, grabbed your school bag, put it on and simply walked out of your classroom and to the exit and walked out, heading out of your school gates and turning the way that the car usually went when you were picked up. 

Only 2 minutes after your departure did your teacher come back and realise you were missing, and so the police were called, and when they realised that Bruce Wayne’s young deaf son was missing, your case was put on high alert, and your family were finally reached, though it was not in the way that was traditional. Batman had been asked to help with the case. 

Bruce didn’t know how he didn’t falter when he heard you were missing, nodding and quickly saying he’d get to it as soon as possible, before he took off. He stopped in an alleyway, a few blocks away and felt lost for breath. He felt at his chest, trying to tear the panic out. He tried to get control back again, enough for him to get on the comms. “Drop what you’re doing. Now. Y/N is missing.” 

Things were going pretty well for you. You remembered a good amount of landmarks and remembered some as you saw them, like the icecream parlour on the corner where you knew you needed to turn. You were a bit hungry so you decided to pop in, knowing they gave free samples to kids under 10 (Damian would sometimes lie about his age to also get ice cream). You wandered up to the register, going on your tiptoes and peering over to look up at the man on the other side, who smiled down at you. You pointed at the sign that pointed out kids under 10 could have samples. He asked you something, but you pointed to your ear and shook your head, a signal that you had learnt was the quickest way to get people to understand. The man realised, and simply pointed to the display for you to choose a flavour, that you did. The man was especially nice and gave you another scoop. You smiled, taking it and waving at him as you left to continue on your way home. 5 minutes later, it was announced on the television in the parlour that you were missing, and the horrified seller quickly called the police to say he’d just served you. 

Dick investigated the man, being the closest, and he quickly closed it and left, finding Jason on top of the building. “What did he say?” 

“Y/N came in and got two scoops of ice cream. He was polite and waved as he left. He was alone.” 

“So we can cross off kidnapping.” Jason noted, and Dick nodded. “Better find him quick before that becomes a possibility again… what the hell is the kid thinking, wandering off?” 

“...Who was meant to pick him up today?” Dick realised, looking at his younger brother. Both thought for a moment… then realised it was never organised. “He got bored waiting for us. That’s why he wandered off…” 

“That means he’s probably trying to walk himself home.” 

You’d quickly finished your ice cream and dumped it in the next bin you found, still not stopping as you continued to walk home. You’d managed to get yourself out of the main part of the city and now you were in the suburb area, and you knew you were near home. However, it was at this point where you couldn’t find any identifying things to tell you which way to go. All the houses looked the same, and the tall walls hiding most of the houses didn’t help. You finally stopped on the sidewalk corner, looking around for any sign of where to go now, when you saw someone walking fast down the street in the way you were planning to go on the opposite side of the road. You squinted, looking at the jacket, and soon identified it as Tim’s jacket. You smiled, not thinking as you waved at him and then went to cross the road.

Tim took off into a sprint when he saw you, running into the road and meeting you in the middle of the road and picked you up immediately, crossing back to his side of the road and walking quickly back to the manor. He hugged you tightly, trying to catch his breath still, until you forced him to relax it by pushing on his chest to look at him, and you started to sign to him, saying you nearly got home all by yourself. Tim thought about telling you off but he was just so relieved to have found you he just signed a yes. 

He got back to the manor, and called out to Alfred, who held his chest with relief when he saw Tim carrying his youngest brother in his arms, who was still clueless as to the heart attack he had caused. “I’ll go inform everyone to call off the search- don’t let go of him.” Alfred instructed as he went to the nearest phone, and Tim didn’t complain, even when you tried to squirm away, signing to say you want to watch your favourite show and turned on the subtitles. Tim walked with you and sat you in his lap and turned on your show for you. Alfred said not to let go of you, so he isn’t going to. 

It took a total of 10 minutes for the entire family to arrive back at the manor, and they all rushed to the living room and stopped when they saw you on Tim’s lap, happily watching your favourite show, not a singular scratch on you. Bruce let out a deep sigh, gently pushing past his other kids to get to you, carefully lifting you from Tim’s lap and just hugging you. You, still oblivious, thought that your dad was just giving you a hug and you hugged him back, until he pulled back for a moment, signing at you to never scare him like that again. You signed back asking what you did wrong. Your entire family chuckled at your innocence.

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[klemen-tine]

For the white whale fic, what if reader actually succeeded in outrunning them until sunrise? Would they actually let him go, or would they take him back anyway?

If the reader actually succeeded, they would let him go... for a bit. It was never specified how long reader would be given to have that freedom. Bruce purposefully left that in case reader did succeed. I lowkey see them being fucked up about it. Give him maybe a year, a year and a half, just to let reader feel like they finally accepted that he is capable, only to snatch him back up again.

#batfam x reader #yandere dc #yandere batfam #batfam x deaf reader #platonic yandere #batfam x male reader #batfam #dc universe #platonic batfam #platonic batman

[klemen-tine]

Hihihihihihiiiiii i loved your white whale series(is it a series??) But like what if hypothetically speaking what if reader somehow now listen he somehow gets ahold of a like mysterious dark magic book thing and like summoned something (demon, ghost whatever creature) and sold his soul?? What would the batfam do??

Good thing Bruce is scary because he'd drag over Zatanna or Constantine and make them undo that. Reader would need to prepare for the worst scolding of his life, followed by a restriction of books he can read.

Every book would need to be read aloud to him.

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