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jasmines-library · 4 months

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Hi! I think you said that you would write for Cassandra? If you don’t it’s fine and feel free to ignore this <3

I used he/him pronouns but if you don’t do male readers you can make it gn! :)

Here we go.. So the reader is 12 and younger than the rest of the family. He is a child weapon like cass and Damian. Actually he is Cassandra’s little brother, he was made solely on defeating Cassandra after she escaped. He also has electricity powers and is as much as good of a fighter like Cassandra. So he is sent on a mission to destroy or eliminate Cassandra or another family member but the batfamily stops him. Somehow they knock him out after a hard fight and put him in a. Cell or somethin. They find out he is Cassandra’s bio little brother and are determined to help him. So they talk to him when he wakes up or something and cassandra is like really clingy and protective of him so he reluctantly stays.

If you can, can you show some snippets or short story of his interactions with others and how he is adjusting to his new life in the manor, (he also gets to be a vigilante along side them.)

BROTHER MINE

Summary: Male Reader is a child weapon with electricity powers, created with the intent to kill Cassandra after she escaped, though when he tried to take her down and he gets caught he ends up with much more than he bargained for.

Warnings: Kinda child abuse? (It's a child assassin), violence. Nothing explicit or graphic

Word count: 2.1K

⛤ BATFAM MASTERLIST ⛤

Cassandra Cain was the sole reason for your existence. Almost as soon as she left you were dragged away from your mother kicking and screaming to begin your training. Sandra feared it would happen at some point. Cain had taken her daughter, it was only in due time until he would take her son.

Although you were older than Cass when she began her training, they still made you ruthless. They pushed you until your legs were trembling and the only thing that crossed your mind was the art of assassination. You didn’t speak anymore. It was forbidden. This meant that the parts of your brain normally used for speech were trained so you could read your opponents movements to predict their next move in a fight. You remember your mother telling you once that they did that to Cassandra too. It was one of the only things you did remember from what little of your childhood you had before it was ripped away from you. Your training was not much different from your older sisters, though your father had made one thing clear. In order to beat her you had to be better than her. So he pushed you further than he had ever pushed anyone before until something in your brain began to change and you discovered a newfound ability to manipulate electricity. They had made you into the perfect tool; smart and powerful but submissive to the right people. You were a weapon with one mission. Kill Cassandra Cain.

You roamed the streets of Gotham, mask pulled over your face. Your time had finally come. After years of waiting your father finally found an opening on Cassandra and had sent you into the city to meet her. You had been warned that she was with Gotham’s infamous vigilantes and you had deemed it a welcoming challenge. As you walked, boots scuffling along the floor, you couldn’t help but feel that there was something so utterly wrong about this. You had pursued your sister before without a second thought, but now as you grew older and more wise about your actions a part of you buried deep within your teachings couldn’t help but feel as though you were doing the wrong thing. But you dismissed the thought very quickly, honing in on your surroundings as your training kicked in.

You could see them now. The five of them perched on a rooftop, just above a bright billboard advertising an expensive brand of clothing. The two eldest seemed to be keeping a watchful eye over the city, even from down on the street you could see the way their heads turned and their bodies tensed up when they thought they saw something. The other two boys seemed to be having a scuffle behind them as they jested between each other. And then there was Cassandra, donning her black and yellow suit. She surveyed silently, leaning against the brick wall of the entrance to the building’s exit staircase. She was on edge, and rightly so.

You moved silently through the building and up the stairs as though you weighed nothing more than a feather. You hugged the walls, moving swiftly to avoid being detected by any of the blinking red sensors and alarms. It was child's play really; something you could do in your sleep.

The door to the rooftop was locked when you tried to ease it open gently, so you brought up a spark of electricity to your fingers to fry the circuit so that you could then open the door and slink onto the rooftop without anyone noticing.

The youngest two vigilantes had since stopped their bickering and were now also surveying the skyline, but your dear sister still hadn’t sifted from where she was before you entered the building.Perfect.

Moving silently and agilely you ran towards Cassandra and grabbed her roughly from behind. She went down with a cry of alarm but was quickly moving again, flipping you off of her before you even had the chance to think about conjuring up electricity. Her shout had alerted the other four, who quickly came rushing to her aid, weapons readdied as they charged towards you. Nightwing swung his escrima sticks at you, they crackled but you caught them one handed and sent him staggering back so you could move for the next attack. Despite the fact that you were heavily outnumbered, you managed to hold your ground extremely well by maximising your small frame and use of training to slip around them and send them to the ground. The heroes were well trained too though, and the scuffle was tiring for all of you.

With a flick of your hand, you sent Robin flying across the roof skidding to a stop when he hit the brick wall. Finally you had managed to get rid of the obstacles in your way and could focus entirely on your sister. You turned, manoeuvring your body to land a kick to her chest but she ducked and rolled out of the way before trying to grab your ankle and pull you down to the ground. The two of you fought intensely, neither of you making much progress besides landing the odd lucky punch here and there because you were both able to predict each other's next move. Though eventually, you managed to make a false move and grip her wrists which allowed you to flip her over your body. Once you had her pinned underneath you, you began to conjure up the strength to finish your mission, but something stopped you. She looked up at you with wide eyes, one word slipping from her chapped lips.

“Y/N?”

You froze.

At some point during your fight with her, your mask had fallen from your face without you noticing, and now she could see exactly who you were. And now your name had fallen from her lips accompanied by that look of recognition, you were stuck still. And one moment of distraction was all it took for one of the other vigilantes to regain their senses and land a heavy blow to the back of your head.

Cass was quiet. More quiet than usual as she sat on the other side of the cell, peering at you from the other side of the bars. There were a million things running through her head all at once and she was struggling to process them. You were alive. You were an assassin. You had tried to kill her. It was a lot to handle. Dick seemed to notice as he glanced up at her from the computer.

“You okay, Cass?” He frowned, worried for a moment that she was injured more than she let on, but Alfred had checked the five of them over and assured that everyone had escaped with nothing more than a few scrapes and bruises.

She nodded, biting the inside of her cheek as she thought. Dick made his way over to her, sliding down on the bench and eyeing you up. You were still unconscious, Tim had hit you hard with his staff.

“He’s not gonna get you, Cass.”

“No.” She shook her head, fiddling with her hands in her lap and completely avoiding his gaze. “It’s not that.”

“Then what is it?”

“He’s my brother.”

Dick had to stop his jaw from dropping completely. “What?”

“I-I thought he was dead. They told me he was dead and now he’s…this is my fault.”

“Slow down.” He told her as the others had started to approach.

“What’s going on?” Damian asked.

“When I was still living with my father…sometimes my mother would stop by. She seemed cruel too, but she had this tenderness. She knew I was just a child. I suppose I was too young to remember everything, but I remember her telling me stories of a little boy. My brother. Y/N.” She gestured to you. “My father wasn’t supposed to know. Whenever she stopped by she would show me pictures of him and tell me how no matter what happened I must keep him a secret…but I guess my father knew because now he is just like me.”

“Oh, Cass…” Someone placed a hand on her shoulder.

“A few nights after I escaped, I stopped by my mothers house in hopes of at least seeing him. But he was gone. And instead I found my mother clutching a bloody sheet. I assumed he was dead. But this is so much worse.”

“We can fix this, Cass. We helped you, we can help him.” Dick told her. He understood that what you did wasn’t your fault and that you were just a scared little boy following orders.

She hummed, watching as you stirred before snapping upright on high alert from the moment you woke up.

You were confused for a moment when you awoke on a small cot in the corner of a cell, but then it all came flooding back to you. You almost immediately noticed the power suppressing cuffs on your wrists and secure bars on the wall. Cursing, you noticed the group of people eyeing you from the other side of the room and instead of staring daggers silently at them like you were taught to do, you began to break down.

The hot, thick tears that cascaded down your face were alien to you but you made no move to stop them from falling. Cassandra furrowed her brow at your demeanour as she had fully anticipated an aggressive reaction.

“s-sorry…” You rasped out. Your voice was so hoarse from not using it for so long you were surprised that you even remembered how to talk, even if your sentences lacked half of the words they needed. “They m-made…”

Cassandra moved closer towards you, ignoring the protests that Jason made. She crouched down near you and studied you.

“I thought you were dead.” She whispered.

You recoiled slightly, surprised that she even knew you existed. You shook your head meekly, interacting tenderly with her and going against everything you had known, but despite that it felt so right.

“Oh…Y/N. I’m so sorry this happened to you.”

“N-Not fault.” You stuttered back.

“But it is-” She protested.

“No.”

When one of the other boys approached the cell, you moved back hesitantly.

“It’s okay.” Cass told you. “You can trust them.”

“We can help you.” Tim said. “If you’ll let us?”

“ c-can’t stay. Father-”

“He won’t know you’re here.” Dick told you. “We’ve kept Cass safe, we can do the same to you too.”

“Please, brother…” Cassandra insisted “Let me make this up to you.”

After pondering a moment, you reluctantly nodded. “Okay.”

BONUS:

Inspired by this image:

Cassandra had not seen you all day and as much as she didn’t want to admit it, she was getting worried. When she returned from patrol, she had peered into the room that Bruce had given you, only to find it empty. She then checked in the cave to see if you were there, but all she found was a weary Tim and Jason who had been sparring. She asked around, but neither of them had seen you either.

She was on the verge of panicking as she made her way back to your room to double check, when she heard chatter coming from Damian’s room. It spilled underneath the door with the light into the hallway. She knocked before pushing it open to a most peculiar sight.

You were sprawled out beside Damian on his bed, with a book in hand. He guided your finger across the page as you read, helping you as you tried to decipher the words on the page.

“I-It…vuh? Vuh…Vuh-uss? It vuss? No.” You shook your head, screwing your face up as you scanned the page. Damian sat patiently beside you. “Was!” You grinned. “It was!”

“Yes! Well done.” Damian smiled slightly. “keep going.”

“What are you doing?” Cass interrupted, making the two of you jump. “I’ve been looking for you everywhere.”

“Sorry…” You muttered. “Damian teach me to read.”

Cassandra raised a brow. “The demon spawn is doing something nice for once?”

“Tt. No.”

“Sure looks like it.”

“No. No. it’s for everyone’s benefit. How is he supposed to become a vigilante if he can’t read? Hmm? He needed to learn, so I decided to teach him. No one else was going to do it.”

“Are you sure it’s not because you just wanted to do something nice for once?”

Damian’s cheeks flushed. “No. Of course not.”

Cassandra shook her head. “Keep telling yourself that, Dames.”

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detectivemarvelingcomics · 9 months

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Not Your Classic Vigilante [Ch. 11]

Alternate Dimension AU TW: Language, Light Alcohol CW: OC Use, See the OC Guide [Here] Genre: Drama, Action, Angst, Light Comedy Pairing: Batfamily & Batsis!Reader, OC x Reader YN Pronouns: Female (She/Her) Word Count: 7.4K

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Notes: This has to be the fastest I've uploaded an update AHAHA also quick heads up I updated the OC Guide

Disclaimer: This series is originally by @fandom-meanderer who is a close friend of mine, but she has since fallen out of her Tumblr days and asked me to finish a few series for her, hence why I am now in ownership of the Not Your Classic Vigilante series, I hope I can still live up to her writing as I rewrite this series! (I promise not to change too much, hehe)

2015

“I’m home,” your keys hung loosely from your hands. “Hello?” Usually, you would’ve been greeted by at least Alfred. “Timmy? Cass?” Still, no response. “Well, what the fuck,” you shrugged and trudged upstairs. The manor was unnervingly quiet today, and you knew well enough that there was something amiss. Then, finally, you heard a conversation just ahead.

“I apologize if it’s a little cramped,” Alfred remarks. You stuck your head in. “Ah, Miss (Y/N), welcome home.”

“Hey, Alfred,” you looked at the child in front of you. “Huh… they get younger every year,” you crossed your arms.

“And who the hell are you?” He snarks. “A maid?”

“Oh, and he’s feisty,” you leaned against the door frame. “What’s your story then? Orphaned? Stole tires? Figured him out?” You went down the line and counted on your hands.

“Not necessarily,” your dad walks in from behind you and you jumped in your shoes.

“Hello to you too,” you rolled your eyes.

“(Y/N), this is Damian,” your father introduces him. “He’s your brother.” Your eyes widened. You looked at Damian again and, now that you really thought of it, you could see the resemblance to older pictures of your dad.

“Half brother, I’m guessing,” you added.

“Right. This will be his home from now on, help him get adjusted,” your father places the luggage in his hands down. “But, I’m not too worried about you.”

“Huh, have you told Dick yet?”

“He got here half an hour ago.”

“Oh, well, I guess I’ll clean up whatever mess happens,” you pushed off of the door now. “It’s nice to meet you, Damian, let’s get to know each other better later once you’re finished unpacking. I know a great arcade in the city you might like,” you adjusted your backpack and crossed the hall to your room. You leaned your backpack against your desk and went straight to work. The college application deadline was fast approaching and you had to be on top of it, then exam season was also following in its heels so you had to remain vigilant of that.

“So what exactly is your role, then?” Damian’s voice came behind you. You ignored the way your heart stopped from shock and turned around after taking a deep breath. You'd never get used to being snuck up on, even after having to deal with your brothers.

“Heiress. You?”

“You? Heir to what? The Batman title?” He was seated on your bed with his arms crossed.

“Oh no, no way, heiress to Wayne Industries of course,” you corrected him. “I have no intentions of doing whatever vigilante work dad or any of you usually do,” you crossed your arms and shook your head.

“You’re pulling my leg.”

“No, sir, I am not,” you nudged your head toward the desk behind you. “Plus I have more important things to worry about.”

“So you have no formal training at all?” Damian asks with heavy skepticism.

“I mean, I have basic combat skills that I learned from Dick and Jason, but that’s about it, just enough to handle my own, but not enough to do any vigilante work,” your eyes shifted to the side in thought. “Why?”

“I find it hard to believe that anyone would pass up an opportunity to become stronger.”

“I’m stronger in my own way, thank you very much,” you rolled your eyes and turned back around to your desk. “If you need anything else, just let me know. We’re siblings so I’ll always be happy to help you out,” you opened your laptop and started typing up one of your college essays. Damian didn’t respond, and when you looked back to check on him, he was gone. “They get stranger every time too…” you mumbled right as Dick sent a text to the sibling group chat.

‘THERE’S ANOTHER ONE?!’ You chuckled and shook your head.

‘Yeah.’ Tim’s response was blunt and your heart suddenly sank. Especially when just moments later his contact name appeared across your screen. You answered without hesitation.

“Hey, Timmy, what’s up?” You asked.

“Hey, sis, are you busy right now?”

“Just working on college applications, but I have plenty of time, where are you?”

“Let’s grab a coffee together, my treat! I just want someone to talk to right now.”

“Of course, Tim, I’ll be right over, our usual spot, right?”

“Yeah, I’ll save us a table. Drive safe, (Y/N).”

“Yeah, yeah, I’m heading out now, bye!”

“See you.” He hung up first and you grabbed your things before heading out of your room. Damian, meanwhile, kicked off from the wall next to your room.

“Where are you going?” He asks. You toss him a quick glance and a shrug.

“Out, why?”

“Out to patrol, right?” He presses. You shake your head.

“Nope, I already told you, I don’t do that stuff,” you walked down the stairs and he followed.

“Not even like Gordon?”

“Uh… Mr. Gordon or Babs?” You ask.

“Barbara.”

“No, I’m not too versed in tech, not on her level at least,” you grabbed your keys. “I’d invite you to join me, but I’m meeting up with Tim so maybe next time,” you tossed them in your hand now.

“For an intel report?”

“Why are you so set on me being a vigilante? I want nothing to do with that stuff, Damian,” you turned to him now. What was so hard for him to understand that you just weren’t a fighting person?

“It’s just…” Damian stops. You realized now how small he was, he couldn’t have been older than ten. “My… our father is the Batman. My mother is Talia al Ghul and yours is Selina Kyle.” Huh, he did his research. “I just can’t wrap my head around the fact that you’re wasting your potential. Why would you choose to be ordinary when you could be extraordinary?” He asks. You hummed and crossed your arms, what a way to put your decision down and by a child no less. You didn’t know Damian well at all, you’d just met him today and here he was putting your life on blast.

“Well, I guess that’s something we’ll both find out together later, huh? I’ll see you later, Damian,” you cut the conversation off and walked down to the garage. This time, Damian didn’t follow you.

2022

“I’m sorry you had to come here while it’s in this state, Damian,” you grimaced. You start moving around the apartment to tidy it up at least a little, “as you can tell, we’re not usually home,” you start piling beer bottles in your arms and tossing them in the bin. “I’ll be back, their majesties call,” you said with an annoyed tone before disappearing into one of the rooms.

“It feels like I have a massive hangover,” Nixon whines as he collapses on the couch.

“I think all my ribs are broken,” Carter mutters next to him.

“It’s not a competition, boy scout,” Nixon groans. “Alex?” He looks over at him.

“Get in line,” Alex finishes up wrapping Eve’s hands with fresh bandages.

“The fact that you two can both self-heal is fucking bullshit,” Nixon cries.

“It’s actually reattachment, which is much more painful than regen,” Alex replies, “Damian, come over here, (Y/N) would kill me if she saw so much as a scratch,” he gestures to the chair and Damian sits down hesitantly. “I don’t think you remember me.”

“I don’t.”

“Blunt, much?” Nixon snickers.

“I was penpals with your sister,” he rolls the bandages over Damian’s arms. “Nothing more, we had a thousand miles between us and your sister had a reply period of two business weeks,” he rolls his eyes. “Oh, Evangeline, could you look around if we have something for the lad to eat? When was the last time he ate anything?”

“When he scarfed down my lunch two days ago,” Nixon answers.

“Has it been two days?” Alex taps his head. The time period he’s been here had gone by in a blur. He didn’t even realize it had been that long at all. Landing here on this Earth, nearly being eaten alive by god knows what, and waiting in the cold dirt floors of the regroup encampment, before finally landing here. He wondered how many people went into battle because there were only fourteen people who made it to the encampment.

“I’m not hungry,” Damian cuts in. Just thinking of the brief moment he’d seen the aftermath of the battle nearly turned his stomach inside out.

“It’s not that, Damian, look at your hands,” Alex starts opening drawers and cabinets. Damian looks down and feels his throat go dry. His hands seemed nearly transparent as if he could stick them through anything and they’d easily go through.

“Explain, now!”

“This Earth’s protective spell is rejecting you since you’re not from here, eating anything from here will bypass that spell and make it seem like you’re native,” Alex opened the fridge. One beer and one egg.

“How old are you again, Damian?” Alex asks.

“Sixteen.”

“That’s old enough,” he took the bottle and hit the cap on the counter. The cap bounced off with a quiet clink and he handed it to Damian.

“He’s a child!” Eve gasps.

“Would you like to eat a raw egg, Damian?” He asks. Damian shakes his head. “Bottoms up then,” he hands the beer bottle to him.

“Wow, you two really live like this,” Nixon groans.

“How do you still have the energy to be an asshole?” Carter asks him.

“My sister surrounded herself with idiots,” Damian says with a quarter-finished bottle of beer. Just in time for you to walk out in a cleaner uniform. You adjusted your gloves over your hand.

“Oh, you gave my baby brother a beer,” you observed. “You could’ve given him the egg, you know.”

“You broke both our pot and pan,” Alex reminds you.

“In self-defense,” you grabbed your keys off the counter. “How you holding up, kiddo, tired? Hungry?”

“Confused,” Damian watched the color return to his hands.

“Wow, you two really are siblings, huh?” Nixon asks.

“I know, you think they’re idiots, it’s fine, come on, I have to take you with me,” you nudged your head toward the door and waited for Damian to follow. “Someone already reported Damian to her majesty, she’s demanding an explanation and I have about half an hour to bullshit a good one.”

“Oh, man, she’s going to give you hell, (Y/N),” Nixon’s laugh turns into a groan of pain.

“Dumbass,” you rolled your eyes. “Come on, Damian, I’ll explain everything on the way,” you gestured for him to stand up and he did so. “Eve, do me a solid, can you warp us to the castle?”

“Of course,” she places her hand on her heart and bows slightly before waving her hand in a circular motion. A portal opens up next to her and inside Damian could see the faint traces of a regal room on the other side.

“You head in first, Dami,” you urged him in, and, carefully, he stepped through and landed in what looked like a waiting room. He turned around and saw a distorted version of your apartment within the vortex’s walls.

“What are you going to do about him, (Y/N)?” Alex asks.

“Get him home, obviously. But not now, the royal family is watching him because some idiot reported him as a survivor,” you shook your head. “I’ll figure it out.”

“Until then, he’d going to have to act.”

“I know, that’s what I’m worried about. I'm just trying to make sure he doesn't freak out,” you said before you finally stepped through and it swirled closed. “Okay so…” you looked Damian over, “I asked his highness for a favor, you can’t go in wearing your uniform,” you brushed the ashes off of his shoulder. Then, behind you, there is a knock at the door.

“Captain? May I come in?” Calvin’s voice was only loud enough for those in the room to hear.

“Door’s open.” The prince slid in with a bundle of clothes in his hands.

“Oh, goodness, when I heard you’d brought back a child with you I didn’t think the rumors were serious,” Calvin stares at Damian for a moment longer before turning to you. “These should fit him, I think, it’s the uniform we give to the wards when they’re still training.”

“I know what these are, I usually hand them out anyway,” you shrugged. “Damian, this is His Highness the Crown Prince, Calvin Reinhart. Your Highness, this is my younger brother, Damian Wayne.”

“I see, there is a subtle aura to you both that I now understand runs in the family,” he says vaguely. You handed the clothes to Damian.

“Get changed into those, kiddo, then we’ll talk,” you nodded.

“Comfort room is just across the hall,” Calvin points in its general direction with two fingers and Damian turns to you. You just nodded your head again and he left, just barely catching the conversation behind him. “I never took you as one to pick up a ward.”

“He’s in my care for the time being and he’s interested in Knighthood.” Your voices fell silent as soon as he closed the door behind him. He looked at himself in the mirror for a brief moment, spotting the scars and the healed-over gashes as well as the bandages, before slipping on the fresher pair of clothes. He folded his tattered uniform carefully, the encircled R staring back at him as he walked back.

“We should have him complete a field test then, you know what people would say if you just let him in.” Damian walked into the rest of the conversation and you held your hand out. He placed his uniform on it and you pushed it carefully into a backpack that you handed to him after.

“Oh, of course, I’ll do it by the books,” you reassured him. “What should I expect walking in?”

“My father wants a full report on what happened, you can just ignore whatever chide remarks my mother sends your way though,” he says.

“And you?”

“I don’t have a say in any of this,” he sighs. He looks at Damian. “Wow, a perfect fit.”

“He’s as ready for this as any of those other kids are,” you crossed your arms.

“Are you sure? That test is difficult, I barely got through it,” he says.

“Yours was a formality, your highness,” you reminded him.

“Right, right,” Calvin nods with a knowing smile. “I’ll see you in the throne room, then,” he bids goodbye and closes the door quietly behind him.

“Look at you, handsome devil,” you rubbed his hair gently and leaned against the table in the room. “Alright, Damian, ready for your first mission on this new Earth?”

“Absolutely,” he straightens up.

“Mission one on the new Earth: Be good, blend in. Look, the royal family can’t know that you dropped from another Earth, okay? As far as they know we’ve all been born and raised here, very few people know about where the Brigade members came from. So, let’s get our story straight,” you leaned down and spoke in a quiet voice. Your eyes moved side to side to ensure that no one was listening. “Like usual, you are my younger brother. Our parents are living in the mountain regions and sent both of us down when we were teenagers to find livelihoods. I’m all done, but you’re just starting, I brought you in to live with me because you were interested in joining the Knight’s Order, and from today on you will be my apprentice,” you spoke in a steady voice and he nodded.

“Anything else I should know?”

“Don’t look into the eyes of the queen directly, she’ll know that you’re lying,” you told him. “Each member of the royal family has a special ability that has kept them in power. The King can crush your bones at the snap of his fingers, the Queen can know if you’re telling the truth with a simple glance at your eyes, and the Prince can throw anything and it’d reach it’s target. The presence of these innate abilities and the power to grant them is proof of royal blood,” you explained. “But, you don’t need to worry about all of that, hell, you don’t even have to worry about the practical exam coming up to enter as a Knight’s apprentice, at your skill level I’d promote you to the highest already,” you laughed shortly. “But, let me do all the talking in there, just observe, and if you notice something’s off, find a subtle way to tell me,” you stood up and he followed you out. You knew the layout of the castle already, having been here almost as many times as your own home, and finally you stood beyond two grandiose doors that stretched higher than Damian thought normal.

“Ready to go?”

“Yeah,” he nodded his head and you opened the doors, together, you both walked into the grand throne room. Before you sat three of the most powerful people in that world and, to say the least, Damian felt the pressure in the atmosphere. It was similar to those few times when he knew his enemies out-skilled him. He found himself subconsciously moving toward you and, as if you understood, your hand pulled him closer.

“Captain,” the King spoke.

“Your Majesty,” you stopped a good distance away from the thrones, bowed your head, and put your hand to your heart. Damian followed suit.

“What is that behind you,” the Queen spat. Damian didn’t miss the annoyed look in your eyes as you looked up at the other woman.

“My younger brother, and soon to be my apprentice,” you explained.

“I see,” she relaxes into her seat. “Quite the predicament you’ve found yourself in. If he will affect your duties, dispose of him.” Damian’s fists clenched behind his back, but he said nothing.

“That won’t be a problem. You’ll soon see that he is a very capable young man.”

“Tch,” the Queen turned her nose. Damian suddenly realizes why Jason would be so pissed when he did that to him. “So he’s virtually untouchable.”

“Yes.”

“Give me news on that village,” the King cut into the conversation.

“It’s unsalvageable, Your Majesty,” You replied curtly. He shifted slightly.

“How many survivors?”

“Five…”

“Hundred?” He cut you off.

“No, your majesty. Five,” you touched your heart again. “Correction, three, not including us from the Knight’s Order.”

“My god,” the Queen shook her head. “How could your team, your special operations unit, have failed?!”

“I believe I’ve told you before, Your Majesty, there have been frequent sightings of a new and much stronger daemon in our midst. Usually, we have been able to handle these mutations, but, for reasons unknown, an entire herd of a new variant descended upon the village,” you stood your ground and continued to explain the situation, all of which Damian already knew as Eve filled him in.

“Usually?” The King’s stance straightened and the Queen’s expression grew grave.

“Father, if you’d recall, I gave you a brief report on the Brigade’s findings a few days ago,” Calvin spoke up. The King held his hand up and Calvin stopped. “Captain, you look like you’re about to say something,” he gestures toward you.

“Yes, Your Majesty, I can assure you that the Brigade has everything under control.”

“New variant?” She asks. “How long have you been dealing with these beasts before informing us?!”

“Near a year now, Your Majesty, but with much smaller variants.”

“A year?! When were you planning on reporting this?!” She shouts.

“The Brigade has had this issue under control up until now. The mutations were advancing at a slow rate until now, and thus we kept a watchful eye on them. As I said, the variant that destroyed that village is a new one. We have never seen one that advanced that far,” your voice remained firm.

It was a presence that Damian wasn’t used to. The longer he stayed here, the more he realizes how much you’ve changed. Especially now, you look just like their father. Damian’s eyes wandered to the Prince, who was silent this entire time. He was almost entirely different than when he saw him earlier, whatever warmth he thought he saw in him was replaced with a bitter coldness that matched his parents, it was almost impressive. Calvin was watching you with a strange mix of curiosity, confusion, and concern. His head rested on the palm of his hand as he tried to feign superiority, but he held a similar annoyed expression that you had, with his eyes constantly shifting to the Queen, who seemed ready to boil over with rage.

“I see,” the King tapped his foot, the sound bouncing off of the room’s walls. “Then continue doing what you’ve been doing.”

“Yes, Your Majesty.”

“Await further orders then, Captain. You are dismissed.” You bowed your head again, turned on your heel, and left, Damian following close behind with every hair at the back of his neck standing up from the stares alone.

“What do you mean, you can’t find him?” Dick shouts. Tim rubs his head angrily and gestures toward the screen.

“Do you see him on the radar? No? Well, neither can I!” He argues. Jason rolls his eyes.

“Stop arguing,” Bruce sighs.

“Why am I even here?” Jason grumbles. He takes his helmet. “I’m out, this is stupid. We’re wasting time using this tech, I’ll find him myself and drag him back, yeah? Maybe the kid found (Y/N) already too,” he says.

“Jason has a point, we’re getting nowhere configuring this system,” Bruce concedes.

“Jason, Bruce, wait, come on, we should make sure he’s alright, the fact that he’s not pinging here is a huge problem,” Dick reasons. Tim turns back to the bat computer and a notification pings. “Hold on, there’s some noise about a strange light in the third district, it might be something to look into.”

“Pull it up, then,” Bruce says.

“Yeah,” Tim answers. He pulls up the grainy CCTV footage, speeding through the footage to find something of interest, and once he saw the bright light he scrubbed back a few minutes, and the figure centered in it was unmistakable. They watched as Damian ran around the area, asking random people who happened to be passing by, and whatnot, then a stranger walked up to him and inaudibly told him something. Whatever he said, Damian listened carefully, before the stranger pulled out what looked similar to a pocket watch. Damian watched the pendulum move from side to side before falling to the ground. The stranger lifted him and disappeared into the alley, a bright light emitting from it, and the footage ended there.

“Shit… I should’ve known it was one of the three,” Steph frowns.

“Three?” Tim turns to her.

“You know… aliens, robots, or wizards? This has to be wizard, it’s written all over it,” she says.

“Damian was not kidnapped by wizards,” Tim drags a tired hand down his face.

“Holy shit, Damian was kidnapped by wizards?!” Jason looks up from his phone and then it was Bruce’s turn to sigh, but before the argument could continue, then a notification pings on the batcomputer and Tim was quick to navigate to it.

“Whoa… what’s that?” Jason looks at the picture on the screen.

“I think (Y/N) left it behind, I found it on her seat after I woke up,” Tim skims through the report. “Damn… no matches.”

“Looks like it belongs to a wizard,” Steph whispers, and Cass snickers.

“Wait, try cross-referencing it with the CCTV from earlier,” Dick cuts in.

“You sure?” Tim asks.

“Yeah, I’m pretty sure he was holding a watch.”

“It could just be a pocket watch, you know?” Jason argues.

“Who the hell carries pocket watches in the 21st century?” Steph chides.

“It’s a match!” Tim nearly jumps from his seat.

“Shit, never mind then,” Jason shrugs and Tim pulls the pocketwatch from its spot on the console. He opens it quickly.

“Take a look inside of it, I noticed that the watch face looked too peculiar,” Tim tapped it and so far, no dice. There was no reaction or movement whatsoever. Inside the watch face was a series of concentric circles that were intersected by a number of hands that extended the length of each circle’s radii.

“Yeah… uh… maybe it also reads milliseconds,” Jason hums.

“I doubt that,” Tim grimaces.

“You guys really think it’s magic?” Dick asks.

“I’m thinking more of that it could be some complicated tech that neither of us understands yet,”

And so, operation Save Damian is a go.

2015

“So… how’s the new kid doing?” Steph asks. You, her, Cass, and Babs sat at a cafe table, you just wanting to eat your sandwich while the three of them were extra intent on hearing the drama from you firsthand.

“Damian’s doing good, stellar, actually, like… he’s probably one of the best Robins from the get-go,” you shrugged.

“Best Robin? That’s a loaded statement,” Steph chuckled.

“I did say from the get-go. But, to be fair, Damian’s raising situation was a little different than the others.”

“Right, the al Ghuls,” Steph says with an exaggerated tone.

“If you want to ask about Robin stuff you should ask the guys though, I’m not involved in that stuff,” you shook your head. “Like… Jesus, the kid’s only ten! I know it’s not my place to judge but… I kinda want to give him at least a bit of a childhood but he’s so…” you trailed, trying to find the right words to say.

“Bratty?” Steph asks.

“Rude?” Babs tries.

“Conceited?” Cass says before drinking her iced coffee.

“Those are a bit harsh,” you shook your head. You sighed and played with your straw for a bit. “Lonely. He seems very lonely,” you drank some of your drink, trying to ignore the hinted tension at the table now. “I don’t know… I mean, I get it, I do. He grew up to be an assassin, and he didn’t have time or the privilege to make friends, I don’t have the full story so I can’t assume, I just want him to feel comfortable,” you rest your chin on your palm.

“Takes one to know one, huh?” Cass asks.

“Yeah,” you answered absently. Then, in the blink of an eye, you smiled and shook your head. “Not that I was lonely, you know? Obviously, I had all of you, my brothers, my mom, and Alfred so I had plenty of people, and you’re all so wonderful so… I just want Damian to see that too. I get why he doesn’t want to be close with me since I’m just ordinary, but I hope at least Dick gets through to him,” you said.

“Well, Dick has a way with people so I’m sure they’ll bond somehow,” Babs nods.

“Ordinary… you’ve never used that word before,” Cass taps a finger on the table and you shook your head.

“It’s no big deal, it’s just the truth,” you shrugged. “When I first met Damian he said something interesting to me, actually,” you adjusted yourself so you were more comfortable on the metal chairs, “he brought up how our dad is Bruce Wayne, then he brought up how my mom is Selina Kyle, and he asked me why I settled to be ordinary when I could’ve been extraordinary.”

“Yeah, sis, he’s just a brat,” Steph deadpans.

“Hey now,” you shot a pointed look at her and she shrugs. “Anyway, I got to thinking about it over with Tim—”

“Aw, hell, Tim! Shit, how’d he take the news?” Steph asks. You shook your head.

“You didn’t hear it from me, but not well. Wait for him to talk to you about it though,” you told her. “But back on topic… I discussed it with Tim and he told me that of all of us, I was the most important member,” you rolled your eyes. “I didn’t buy it at first but…” you took a deep breath. “Every super family needs a civilian, right?” You finally said. Cass reached over and held your hand in hers, squeezing it with some amount of reassurance.

“You are so much more than just an ordinary civilian, (Y/N),” Steph says. “You’re our sister, through and through. Not just anyone can shut Jason up the way you do,” she adds with a short laugh.

“Yeah, I’m sure Damian is hurting right now, he needs time to open up,” Cass says.

“He’s an interesting boy, he’s so mission-driven that it surprises me,” Babs sighs.

“Dad thinks that me taking him out is a waste,” you sighed.

“Bruce said that?” Babs masks her surprise.

“He said it in a very Bruce Wayne way, you know? I told him I’d be taking Damian with me somewhere and he would hit me with the “Again?” and ugh it just makes me angry,” you grumbled.

“Well, he was never able to control you either, so there’s probably not much he could do to stop you,” Steph says.

“Like he’d try,” you leaned back against the chair and stole a glance at your watch. “I should head back to the manor, I still have assignments,” you sighed.

“Oh, need a ride? Let’s share an Uber,” Babs says.

“Sure, yeah, how about you two?”

“I have to go on patrol,” Steph says.

“Ditto,” Cass readjusts her scarf and you nod.

“Good luck, then, stay safe,” you gave the both of them hugs before following Barbra.

“You know, (Y/N),” Barbara spoke up when you were a good distance away, “I think what you’re doing for Damian is good,” she says.

“What am I doing?”

“Giving him a chance,” she says. “You’re right, he’s still a child, even though he acts so mature, sometimes I hear a sliver of the child he is and it reminds me that normally he wouldn’t be handling these kinds of missions,” she says.

“Yeah, I always worry about him,” you shake your head.

“(Y/N), about what Tim said, he’s right, you know. You keep us in touch with our human side, I know sometimes you feel left out when you walk into our meetings, but you are an instrumental member of our family,” she continues. “Remember that, (Y/N).”

“I know, I know,” you nodded. You’d known ever since you renounced the vigilante business. The looks you got from everyone were just different, and the looks you got from people after were just as bad.

“Thirsty? You should drink something,” you pulled out two discs from your pocket while you and Damian walked along the castle halls. Holding the discs close together, you firmly grasped onto the handles and twisted them to open and, as you separated the discs, water gathered between them.

“Whoa…” he observes it and you hand it to him. “How do I drink this?”

“You can hold it with one hand,” you chuckled and reached over, pulling out a small sphere of water and popping it into your mouth. “We have actual water bottles, but it’s just easier to carry that around,” you said.

“Is this magic?” He copies you and pulls a small sphere of water from the middle before drinking it.

“Yup, Alex brought it from somewhere,” you answered while Damian handed the device back to you. You resealed it and put it away. “Now, today’s the entrance practical for new knights, I gotta admit that we lucked out there. Like I said earlier, I’m pretty sure you’ll pass with flying colors,” you turned him down a hallway.

“What should I expect?”

“It’s divided into two exams. The first is an obstacle course, you have to get through it within ten minutes. The second is a mock hunt, you’ll have to fight and capture a beginner-level beast,” you say. “Easy, for you, trust.” You both walked out into the training grounds, Damian shielded his eyes from the harsh sunlight while he looked around seeing knights of various backgrounds roam around. “See that building over there? The one with the green banner on it? That’s for you and the other examinees, go ahead and make yourself comfortable there for now while I meet with the others to prep the course, and, oh! One more thing Dami!”

“Yeah?”

“Be nice to the other kids, okay? Not everyone's as cool as you.” You urged him forward and you waited for him to reach the practice house before taking off yourself.

Damian opened the door cautiously, seeing boys and girls similar to his age all talking amongst themselves and preparing for the exam.

“So the rumors are true, they let in a homeschooler?” One of the boys snarked. Damian turns to him, unamused. “Guess what, mountain boy, this exam isn’t for bumpkins like you,” he sneers.

“Oh, leave him alone, Hugo!” One of the girls grimaces. “Here, new kid, come sit with us,” she waves Damian over to a table with a few others and, remembering your words, obliges. “I’m Retta,” she introduces herself.

“Damian,” he sits next to her.

“I’m Niers!” The platinum blond boy next to him is next.

“My name’s Luciana,” the tanned girl goes next.

“And I’m Lowen,” the last boy introduces himself.

“So, is it true? You didn’t go to any of the academies?” Niers asks. Damian nods.

“Yeah, I trained… in the mountains,” he holds back a groan. Maybe you didn’t change at all, your lies were still obvious.

“That’s so crazy, I always forget there’s a whole village up there,” Niers hums. “Shoot, so you don’t know what to expect, huh?”

“I have an idea,” Damian eyes the tarts that Retta stacks on his plate.

“Eat them, they’re good for you. They have some mild stamina enhancers in them,” she smiles.

“I mean, we’ve kinda always known what the exam has,” Luciana mutters. “Lowen and I have siblings in the Knighthood already,” she says.

“Really?” Well, that’s a coincidence.

“Yeah, my older brother’s Aldryn,” Lowen says it with a slight hint of disdain. “Luci's are the twins in lab coats.”

“My older siblings! Marion'll be at the test today too, I’m so nervous,” she chews on the inside of her lip and Retta places a cookie on her plate.

“For the nerves,” she says. “No worries though, depending on how you fail you get a retest,” Retta explains.

“Is it really that difficult?” Damian asks.

“Oh, you don’t even know,” Niers shudders. “But… all of this for one reason!” He says. The four teens put their hands in the center and a blazing determination appears in their gazes. They glance at Damian, waiting for him to join in and, with a sigh and a roll of his eyes, he does so.

“To meet the Captain Wayne in the flesh!” Luciana says. Damian is taken aback for a moment.

“To meet the Captain Wayne!” The other three announce. What are the odds he gets sucked into his sister’s fan club?

‘Good grief…’ he could feel his battery draining already.

“Examinees, to the exam field,” Nixon walks in holding a clipboard. He eyes Damian but makes no other attempts at acknowledgment before leaving.

“That’s our cue! Follow us, Damian, we help each other out in this group!” Retta smiles.

“And who said I was in this group?”

“We all did now go!” Niers pushes everyone forward.

Damian listened in on all the conversations on their way to the site, trying to get a general idea of what awaited him. He’d heard many different things, but if one detail was certain, it was that the beast at the end was what they called a ‘Hamig’ whatever that was. You had mentioned to him that it was a beginner-level beast, but he still remained on his guard.

But when he saw the test site, he had to hold back a laugh. And when he spotted you walking toward the group, the eye contact alone almost made you both laugh.

You were right. This was child’s play.

“Students of the 28th class, today is your practical exam to join the Knighthood. My name is Captain (Y/N) Wayne and I oversee all the affairs of the Knighthood and the Brigade. Today myself, Nixon Jones, and Carter Adara will be observing your exams and grading you. You will know if you passed or failed as soon as you complete the exam and you are allowed one retest and one only. If you fail both of those, you will be held back to the next class practical which will happen exactly a year from now. We will be conducting the first exam now, then we’ll have a break, and finally the second part. Don’t let your guard down, and impress us. Your rankings will be given to you today as well,” you instructed. “So, who’s first?” You looked among the crowd. Damian crossed his arms, the first rule of undercover was easy, don’t stand out. He would have to observe the general skill level of everyone first just in case. “Ah, a volunteer already! Let’s see if I’m remembering correctly, Hugo Gardner?” You asked. Damian’s gaze moved over to the boy who pushed his way forward.

“That’s me, I’m glad you remember,” his bravado’s unmatched.

“Right, hard to forget you,” you smiled.

“This is Hugo’s fourth time retaking the practical,” Lowen says quietly, and Damian fights back a snort. This was the kid who tried to demean him? He couldn’t wait to see him fail the course.

And fail he did. Landing face first into the mud below because he didn’t gauge how far the next platform was.

“Gardner, back to the group, you’ll be retesting after everyone completes their exam,” Carter says.

“Whatever,” Hugo spats. “See that, mountain boy?! If I could barely get through it you could kiss this title goodbye!” He laughs. Damian glares at him and you shook your head. Not yet, it was a reminder.

Then, students came and went, students passed, and students failed, and, finally, that left Damian. He had looked over everyone’s abilities enough that he could replicate it to avoid attention, he didn’t want to make this more difficult for you, at least. He had heard a range of different times already, he’d heard eight minutes, nine minutes, eleven minutes, and more and less. The best time right now was five minutes and forty-two seconds. He could complete this in two, but he knew he shouldn’t, don’t draw attention.

“You can still drop out, mountain hobo!” Hugo’s insults were obviously forced.

Aw, whatever, Damian couldn’t resist a chance to show off against people like that. So, he stood at the starting line, and once you had blown the whistle, he took off.

The first course was simple, climbing. One jump and a strategically planned landing point had him at the top in seconds. Then, where Gardner failed, the jump to the next platform. Easy, Damian didn’t have to think of it. The next section was a series of spinning columns with various protrusions, and this one took out a lot of the cohort already, but, again, easy. The trick was to see the pattern before running in, and he’d seen it so many times already. The final part stretched over a small body of water with various buoys set up. There were many strategies for this one, such that he’d seen, either use momentum at each buoy or use them as floaters. Damian decided to do neither of those and used them as platforms instead, moving with ease among each and landing at the finish line.

“Two minutes,” Nixon clicks the stopwatch, and surprised gasps and cheers followed.

“That was crazy, Damian! Why didn’t you tell us you were that good?” Niers compliments him. “Shoot, now I feel kinda embarrassed, you’re a pro!”

“We worried for no reason,” Luci's shoulders relaxed.

“Hey, check out Hugo,” Lowen grins. Hugo had begun his retest, standing at the top of the climbing tower and staring at the platform. Be good, Damian thought of those words again. After years of living with his father, of being good, maybe this new Earth was a chance to try anew.

“Hey, Gardner!” Damian shouts. Hugo glares at him. “Focus on the platform before you jump, trust your instincts! If you’d been training for this, then you can handle it,” Damian instructs. Hugo takes a deep breath and, assumably, follows Damian’s instructions and successfully lands on the platform.

“Shouldn’t we call that out,” Nixon nudges you.

“No, I don’t think I can handle watching Hugo come in another year, he’s been working hard for this. Teamwork and trust are also tenets we emphasize,” you say. You watched Hugo continue through the course with difficulty and, once he’d reached the finish, Nixon checked the stopwatch.

“Eight minutes and seven seconds,” he calls, “congrats, Hugo, you advance to the final test,” he says. Hugo stands for a moment, catching his breath, when tears finally slipped down and his friends rushed over to him, all congratulating him on his achievement.

“You did good, kid,” you nudged Damian with your clipboard and he shrugs it off.

“Whatever…” he says. You slipped a lunch bag in his hand.

“So, let’s take a break, then we’ll complete today’s exam. Everyone who didn’t pass, don’t take it to heart, use this as a learning experience to prepare for the next exam. And those who did pass, don’t let it get to your head, the second exam is much harder,” you announced, walking past Damian as if nothing had happened.

“Damian! Come over here!” Retta calls him over again and he follows while he opened the paper bag and spotted the salad and fruits inside, and beneath it a wrapped veggie burger. Then, as he sat down, Damian felt an overwhelming sense of nostalgia and, if memory served him right, then your note should be sandwiched under the fruits and bingo. He reads the note in the bag, keeping his privacy about himself as he does so.

‘Why did P stick with J? Because P is butter with J! - Big Sis’ There is no Earth where that would have been funny. But, call it instinct, he flipped the note over and lo and behold, the actual message.

‘Hey Dami, the lunch they’re serving is boar roast and, obviously, you can’t eat that, so I had my assistant run and grab you these. They might taste a little different than what you’re used to, though, just keep an open mind.’

Keep an open mind? Damian pulled the salad out, eyeing the purple lettuce and pink spinach.

Oh.

As soon as the elevator doors opened, you walked straight forward, stopping in front of the cage with the beast inside, still standing, and still looming, but still silent. You looked at it carefully, going over all the details with a new understanding.

“Hello, old friend,” you crossed your arms and the beast seemed to bow its head. Unable to speak, it raises it now, exposing the dog tags melted into its fur. You looked at the protective circles around it, stepping through them carefully to approach the cage and, just barely, you could just barely make out the name on it.

‘CK - 78’ was engraved on it. Whoever this was, they weren’t part of the Knighthood.

“I’m sorry, I don’t know who you are,” you backed away from the cage and the beast whimpered, lowering to the ground and lying there peacefully.

“Captain,” you look over your shoulder and watch the two twin scientists enter.

“That’s the most relaxed it’s been,” Inigo speaks up.

“All day, every day, that thing snarls at me and snaps at whoever nears it. It likes you, Cap, I don’t know why though,” Marion shakes her head.

“Your guess is as good as mine, Mary,” you lied. Again, you looked at the beast, who watched you with one eye.

“Pitiful creature, if we weren’t studying it then I would’ve put it out of his misery,” Inigo shoves his hands into his lab coat pockets. “So, what can we help you with, Cap?”

“Just looking, there’s something that’s been bothering me since the last attack,” you crossed your arms. “The report said that this beast displayed an unparalleled strength, and after dealing with similar variants I can confirm that,” you looked over the beast again.

“We’ve been trying to heal the wounds too,” Marion says, “it won’t let us get close.”

“The beast is guarded, most wild beasts are,” you nodded. “Well, keep up the good work, it’s about time I proctored the second exam,” you looked at your watch.

“Damn, that time of the year already? Cut 'em some slack, Cap.”

“Yeah, yeah,” you waved your hand and left the room, hearing the beast stand up behind you with sounds of metal hitting the cage to prove it.

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thealtoduck · 2 years

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Being the son of Superwoman and being moved to another Earth…

Batfamily x Male Reader

Warnings: none

Summary: After defeating the crime syndicate, the justice league is left with a super powered problem…

(A/n: A bit short but i’m happy with it.)

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The Crime Syndicate had fallen, all the members had been defeated. Yet Bruce Wayne couldn’t relax he was stuck on something Superwoman had told him ”You better send someone to care for my son, after all you just took his father from him”. (Spoiler: If you haven’t seen the movie here is some context Batman make Owlman go BOOMBAYAH)

So Bruce returned to the place where Superwoman lived and found a young boy that was somewhat older than Damian. ”You look like my dad” he had told the man dressed like a bat. When he told the boy what had happened to his parents he was suprised and heartbroken to see he looked somewhat relieved. ”But what happens to me?” the young boy then asked a bit scared.

Bruce then took of the Batman cowl and suggested ”You could come with me?”. ”Really?” you asked. ”Really” he confirmed with a small smile. ”What’s your name kid?” Bruce asked. ”Y/n Wayne-Batson but i usually just go by Y/n Batson” you answered.

”Nice to meet you, Y/n, I’m Bruce”.

Later…

Adjusting from one Earth to a another wasn’t as hard as it might sound or well… the person who is your mom on your earth being your age on this earth was a strange thought but… what can you do?

When you were moved into Wayne Manor the reactions were ranged from welcoming, suspicious(Jason, Stephanie, Cassandra and Tim) and full on against it(Damian). Bruce, Alfred, Dick and Barbara were all really welcoming tho.

They warmed up to you soon though cause they realised even though you were raised by two psychos you were still an little angel.

Bruce started doing some simple tests on you to see what powers you had and what limits you had. You had the same powerset as your mother which included super-strength, super-durability, flight, etc…

So after getting a costume you took up the name ”Wonder Boy” to distance yourself slightly from your mother’s name + they already had like one or two Superboy’s so you didn’t wanna create more confusion.

Diana was quite flattered that you picked ”Wonder Boy” and started helping in training you since you had the same powers as her. She’d never tell anyone but she has quite the soft-spot for you.

Once Jason and Damian warmed up to you they became the unofficial Y/n protection squad.

Jason would always pick you up from school before Alfred could get there so he could make sure people were nice to you. But also so that no guy would dare ask you out while your scary looking brother dressed in a leather jacket and smoking a cigarette was there.

Damian would follow you around the hallways in school for the same reason.

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stealingyourbones · 2 years

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Prompt: gotham is suddenly overrun by the GIW, the batfam figure out that theyre chasing some teen boy thats parkouring up and down the city with an injured girl (dani) strapped to his back trying to stay ahead of them. Danny rescued dani from the giw and absconded to gotham to try to get the batfamily's attention for help as a hail mary (idk his powers not working right?) Could be a twin au or danny just considering all the robins and hoping bats wont turn down two kids in need, even if meta.

Danny goes to the Batman not only because he thinks that the Bats won't turn down his help, but because he knows that he looks frighteningly similar to Jason Todd. His parents have done routine DNA tests on him since he was little (He still doesn't know how he managed to evade all of those tests since the portal incident), and he knows that Jack and Maddie Fenton are his parents. He simply looks extremely similar to the Billionaire's Ward.

Danny has heard stories of Batman taking kids who need help to better homes. The Bat was sympathetic to kids and if anyone could help him, it was the protector of Gotham. Adjusting Dani on his back as he leaps over another rooftop, he slowly yet surely is heading towards The Narrows. Dodging and weaving his way out of GIW gunfire as he makes his escape.

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kittycat-in-the-dark · 3 months

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Can I be a little bitch for a second and complain about something...

(Also because I haven't written a post in a while, lol)

People that hate Damian Wayne's character are weird.

Like, let me make something clear first: people are obviously allowed to dislike Damian as a character for wtv reason (although, it is better when the reasons that people dislike him for come from actual canon and not fanon, and it's not because of, ya know, stuff like racism...).

However, it's really hilarious (in a dumb way, sorry not sorry) when I see fans of Jason and Tim specifically (which is funny, considering I'm one as well) shit on Damian as if he is like a little monster that did the most horrible shit imaginable just because in the stories he first appeared in, in main canon, he did some questionable actions, such as cutting Tim's line. But most of the time these same people almost never talk about what were Damian's reasons to do this and some even say stuff like "Jason was justified in shooting Damian that one time./It was satisfying to see the brat being shot by Jason." or something else like that.

And I sit here like: excuse me but WHAT THE FUCK??

Look, I get the argument "these are fictional characters written by adults, so it doesn't matter that Damian is a kid, he still did messed up things" to a certain degree. However, it still doesn't change that they are still writting a child. And just because some of you people don't like Damian because he is a brat, that doesn't mean you can completely ignore (or outright make up/change) the context surrounding Damian's character, while at the same time giving characters like Jason Todd, that at the time Damian was introduced in Post-Crisis did way way more messed up shit, justifications such as "it's bad writing", "it's classist", "Jason has trauma".

WHEN THE SAME/SIMILAR FREAKING REASONS APPLY TO DAMIAN'S CHARACTER AND WRITING AS WELL!!! Aka, "bad writing" (that can be everywhere for any character, not just for Jason, duh), "racist writing" (unfortunately), "Damian has trauma" (yes, yes he was. And he came with some fucked up baggage of it when he first met his father, just like Jason did, why do some people ignore this just because of Damian's heritage or something).

ALSO: some people sure love to forget that there is a big ass difference between "Damian is a 9-year-old that grew up in an assasssins cult, and thus he isn't familiar/adjusted with his dad's world and rules" and "Jason is a grown ass man that keeps hurting other people because of his trauma, including people that have nothing to do with his trauma to begin with" (*cough* Mia Dearden *cough*, *cough* The Titans *cough*; also, opposite to Damian, he didn't grow up being taught to kill people, lmao). So, like, idk dude, they all have messed-up trauma and you don't see all of them going on killing sprees and torturing innnocent people because of it...

Like, I love Jason, I love Tim. But I don't hate Damian, Dick and/or Bruce, just because in certain situations they wronged my faves. Also, it's good to recognize that the faves messed up too. That they hurt other people. I mean, why the fuck do some of you people justify Jason (especially him) and Tim's wrong actions to the moon and back, but don't extend the same courtesy to other characters in similar situations... like, it doesn't seem fair or make that much sense to me...

Like,, really, I'm sorry but people saying in the same breath that "Jason deserves to be understood on his violence because of his trauma" and "Damian is evil because he tried to hurt people" (also because of trauma, btw) are kinda hypocritical, sorry (not sorry actually).

(Also, why tf do some people make "who is the most traumatized Batboy" type competitions that usually downplay the trauma of the Batboys/Batfamily members they don't care about or like?? The point of the Batfamily is that they all are messed up people that came together by chance and because they share similar trauma and desire to help others, while at the same time being a dysfuncional mess of a family. Like, that's the fun part. And ya, that also means they have to have moments where they get along and recognise when they fucked up. And all of them had situations where they fucked up and hurt others. There is no "100% innocent/justified" member in the Batfam. All of them fucked up big time at some point, okay?? And that is part of what makes them interesting characters. Like, sorry for ranting so much but I don't understand people that act as if their favourite characters can never do any wrong or did any wrong when they actually did...)

#damian wayne #batfam #dc #fandom critical #alexa talks here #like seriously i understand that for some people Damian can be unlikable but some people talk about him like he is the devil incarnate #when he is just a kid born into an ASSASSINS CULT - like did some people forget that or what?#and a kid trying his best at being a good person & at following his dad's code in order to belong to a family

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killxz · 8 months

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Night's Revenge Chapter One: Encounter

Putting down the night vision goggles, you stood up and adjusted your domino mask, getting ready for action. The building you were on top of was overlooking an abandoned building. Or so it seems. The building itself was currently hosting a large group of human traffickers currently in the middle of a bidding for a group of hostages.

Aiming your grappling hook, you fired, the hook digging itself into the cement wall.

You pulled yourself up the wall, silently making your way to the rooftop of the building where the traffickers were holding their hostages. As you approached, you could hear the sounds of muffled voices and shuffling coming from inside. Your heart raced as you prepared yourself for the inevitable confrontation.

Crouching low, you crept up to the edge of the rooftop and peered over the edge. Sure enough, you saw a group of armed men standing in the center of the room, surrounded by a dozen or so terrified hostages. You gritted your teeth, your anger boiling inside you as you watched the traffickers casually discuss their vile trade.

Without hesitation, you made your move. You leapt off the rooftop, hair rippling behind you as you soared through the air. You landed silently on the ground, your boots making no sound as they touched down.

The traffickers were caught off guard as you burst into the room, your gun doing the talking as you took them down one by one. You were a blur of motion, moving faster than they could react. In no time at all, the room was filled with dead bodies, and the hostages were freed. Breathing heavily, you turned towards the hostages. They were whimpering and flinching away from you. "Get out of here, now." You ordered. Turning away to walk towards the dead bodies and giving them a kick to make sure they were dead. You hear the freed hostages scurrying out of the door behind you and sighed.

The GCPD would be here soon, I should get going before they arrive.

As you turned to make your way to the door, a soft thump could be heard behind you before a 'shwing' was heard. You dodged the batarang expertly and did a back flip to gain distance from your attacker. Batman stood among the dead bodies in all his glory, glaring at you through the mask he wears.

"You," he growled.

"Me," you calmly stated. "I hope you don't mind me taking your job Bats. I think I did a better job than you would, to be honest." You waved a hand towards to dead bodies.

"We don't kill," Batman gestured to the bodies.

"Well, I'm sorry. I think a human trafficking group deserved to still be treated as humans. Sorry if I broke a moral code you have." You huffed.

"Even still, they still deserved to be put on trial. Just come quietly. Don't make this any harder than it has to be." Batman took a defensive stance.

Your eyes widened with disbelief and you started chuckling. "What, you think I'm gonna follow you like a good bitch? I don't think so. You and you righteous little batfamily can keep your morals to yourself. Well, maybe not your whole family, seeing the death toll that a particular Mr. Red Hood caused." You smirked.

Batman's face hardened when you mentioned Red Hood.

"He made a mistake. We all make mistakes. You're not perfect, neither is he. But all of us have a duty to protect this city and its people." Batman said, his voice low.

"Hmph, but it doesn't mean I have to follow your ways."

As Batman charged at you, you stood your ground and met his attack head-on. You were well-trained and had fought against the best, but Batman was different. He was the Dark Knight, and he fought with a ferocity and precision that was unmatched.You blocked his punches and kicks, and countered with your own strikes. The sound of flesh hitting against flesh echoed through the room as you parried his attacks. Your movements were fluid and graceful, but deadly. You dodged a batarang and lunged at Batman with your tatical knife, but he was ready for you. He blocked your strikes and countered with a roundhouse kick that sent you flying across the room. You crashed into a pile of debris and groaned in pain.

As you struggled to get up, you saw Batman charging at you, ready to strike the final blow. But you weren't going down that easily. You quickly retrieved a smoke bomb from your belt and threw it at Batman's feet. The smoke engulfed the room, obscuring your vision, but you were trained to fight blind. You listened for Batman's footsteps and struck out with your knife, slicing through the smoke. You felt the satisfying sensation of metal hitting flesh, and you knew you had hit your target. As the smoke cleared, you saw Batman lying on the ground, groaning in pain. You could have finished him off, but you didn't want to. You had respect for him, but you also had your own code. You turned and ran towards the window, leaping out into the night.

As you landed on the rooftop of a nearby building, you looked back and saw Batman slowly getting up. He glared at you, but you just grinned and waved. You had won this round, but you knew that Batman would come back for you. And when he did, you would be ready.

As you disappeared into the darkness, you couldn't help but smirk to yourself. You may have escaped Batman's clutches this time, but you knew that the game had just begun.

You couldn't wait for the next time you faced off against him.

As you made your way back to your hideout, you couldn't help but think about the Red Hood. He was a wild card, and you weren't sure if he would be an ally or an enemy. You had heard rumors about him, about how he had been brought back to life and had taken on a new identity, and how he was wreaking havoc on the criminal underworld. Shaking your head, you pushed the thoughts aside. Right now, you had more pressing matters to attend to. You needed to lay low for a while, let the heat die down. You knew that the GCPD would be looking for you, and you didn't want to get caught.

Entering your hideout, you sat down at your computer and started going through the information you had gathered on the human trafficking ring. You needed to figure out who was behind it, who was funding it, and how to shut it down for good. Hours passed as you poured over the data, your mind working at a breakneck pace. You were so engrossed in your work that you didn't hear the metal door slide open behind you.

"Hello there," a voice said, and you jumped in surprise, spinning around to face the speaker.

Standing in the doorway was the Red Hood himself, his signature helmet obscuring his face. He had his arms crossed over his chest, and he was staring at you intently.

You tensed, ready to fight or flee, but the Red Hood didn't seem interested in either. Instead, he just stood there, watching you.

"What do you want? How did you fin me?" you asked, your voice cold and guarded.

The Red Hood just chuckled. "Relax, I'm not here to fight. Not yet, anyway. I just wanted to talk. And it was simple to track you down anyways."

You eyed him warily. "What did you want to talk about?"

"About our mutual interests," the Red Hood said, taking a step closer. "I've been hearing good things about you. You took down that trafficking ring all by yourself. That's impressive."

You couldn't help but feel a sense of pride at the compliment. "Thanks. But what does that have to do with you?"

The Red Hood shrugged. "I'm looking for allies. People who share my vision. People who aren't afraid to get their hands dirty."

"And you think I'm one of those people?" you asked, raising an eyebrow.

The Red Hood nodded. "I do. You're a vigilante, just like me. We both have a common goal, to take down the scum of this city. And I think that together, we could be unstoppable."

You considered his words. You had always worked alone, never trusting anyone else to have your back. But the idea of teaming up with the Red Hood, of taking on the criminal underworld together, was intriguing.

"How do I know I can trust you? I can't even see your face." You pointed at his shiny red mask.

"I could say the same thing to you," he started.

"I'm wearing just a eye mask. You are wearing a helmet and I'm pretty sure there's another mask underneath there." You glared.

"You're smart, aren't you?" He reached up to remove his mask and a head of black hair with a part of his hair a white came into view. He mussed up his hair and stood straighter, his red domino mask covering his eyes.

"Better, princess?"

"Alright," you said finally. "Let's give it a shot. But just so we're clear, call me 'princess' again or hand me over to the authorities and you're dead."

The Red Hood smirked. "Of course. After all, I'm just here to help."

#jason todd x reader #jason todd x you #batboys #jason todd angst #red hood x reader #killxz #ao3 fanfic #fanfic #batman

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weebsinstash · 1 year

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*sighs as I add the yandere Batfam to my Blorbo list* do y'all ever have such a genuinely unsatisfying life and childhood you start for whatever reason vicariously living through age regression ideas where you're literally raised by other people

Like imagine you're a superhero/vigilante but you're fairly small time and you've actually bumped into Batman a handful of times and, he actually likes you, your heart is in the right place, and through some wacky villain shenanigans or some Lazarus Pit fuckery, you get zapped by a ray gun or hit wirh a spell or "resurrected wrong" and suddenly Bruce has to deal with a de-aged you, a teenager without their adult memories and aged back to before you developed your skills or your metagene that gave you your powers

And here's Batman already shoving adopted children into his pockets like breadsticks at olive garden "oh no, ANOTHER orphan/kid with a horrible childhood in need of a home? Whatever shall we do. Oh no my hand slipped and I already texted Alfred to prepare a room to stay and oh no my Waynazon shopping list is suddenly full of new furniture and gifts and clothes and i already emailed Dick and Barabaras university so you can get a better education and oh wow just what is going on this is so weird"

Alfred standing by with his dry wit whenever Reader gets hormonal or does typical teenager things "ah yes, yelling 'I hate you' and slamming doors, I definitely didn't have enough of this experience raising you, Master Wayne" but like he adores it really, we all know this man is a caretaker at heart and as someone who 'knew you before' st least through what Bruce has told him, he's happy to help give you a better life

Of course then complications arise whenever Reader gets her memory back (and potentially extremely pissed she was kept as a child and literally no attempts, none, zero, nada, zilch attempts were made to turn her back to normal) and she's like "ok well I'm mentally an adult again but I'm still in a kids body, let's try and turn me back and then I can be a real adult again" and the entire batfamily is just "OR, hear me out, OR. You could stay here though? And if you wanna be a crimefighter you should at least stay with us but like its jusr ao dangerous though what if you got hurt 🥺" IF they let you return to hero work at all but let's be real, if you did, I think Bruce would be so proud to put a little bat symbol or R or whatever on your uniform cause it's like, awwww bonding, everyone's gonna know you're his lil protege 🥰

And imagine Reader goes to confront Bruce about this whole thing and you just start bawling because "was I just such a pathetic loser before that you wanted to change everything about me" and like he did the whole thing with good intentions but, YEAH he did absolutely lie to you and kind of shape you a little for the few years you were "raised" by him and you're standing there with your new clothes and your new haircut and all the hobbies he's paid for and the education he's paid for and all the new things you've learned and can do because he had the resources to give them to you and you're wondering what was so unlikable about you before that he doesnt want you to be that person again, to be the person you've always known and lived your life as

Suffice to say he isn't going to turn you back at all and if you have to "return to your old self" by literally naturally aging back to your "original age" then so be it. You've got an entire mansion filled with your loving 'family' and you're happy and you're healthy and really, maybe you're just being anxious and scared and all it will take is time for you to adjust and see that all of them know what's best. Amd if you never do adjust and you're just kept around anyways, well, it doesn't make much of a difference to them. Hell, maybe they'll find a hero or villain or magic user who can, you know, maybe make you forget all about the life you had before, completely wipe your head until only the Wayne family, your family, is left

Really, Bruce would consider it just to hear you call him 'Dad' again

#dont look at me im on my cringe shit #yandere batman #yandere x reader #yandere stuff #sinprompts

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radiance1 · 2 years

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Heres someangst for you to make worse (or better lol)

DeadSerious Soulmate au where Danny came to the batfam for advise from the flock of detectives. He wanted to know how to deal with the situation with Vlad, the GIW and the Fentons without having to kill them or Vlad outing his secret identity or whatever.

Robin discovers that Phantom is his soulmate and being 10 and brought up as an assassin he does exactly what he was taught to do.

Damian returns two days later to a frantic batfamily and worried ghost and proudly declares all the problems neutralized.

Danny freaks and tells him "Say sike right now"

Danny drops his magical girl transformation and becomes human again, freaks out on Damian who looks like he sucked on a lemon because "Oh no I murdered my soulmates parents didn't I??"

Ok ok sooooooo.,

Danny rejects Damian after learning that Damian killed his parents and the people he wanted gone but not dead.

And is distrustful, hateful and a bit scared of his soulmate that killed his parents and is also a, y’know, killer.

Damian, being freshly pulled from the league, doesn’t like that Danny rejected him and says something like “you my soulmate you just reject me!” or something.

To which Danny says “Oh I the fuck will!” and shouts that Damian killed his parents for no fucking reason, and Damian says that it was the most efficient way, which has Danny straight dumbfounded for a few good seconds.

Then he explodes. Shouting that “You killed my parents because it's the most ‘efficient’ way!?”. Damian obviously says yes, and then Danny goes and says that the reason he even came to ask Batman for help is because he never wanted to kill them.

So no, the method Damian used wasn’t efficient at all. Which makes Damian mad, because this would mean he failed a mission(even though it wasn’t one in the first place).

Now this is the part where the rest of the Batfam step in, seeing how the situation obviously wouldn’t de-escalate on its own and instead just get worse. So now after they separate the two, one of the batfam(I dunno you choose) explains what Damian’s situation is and how he’s learning. To which, yea Danny can be sympathetic to that but Damian still murdered his parents.

To which batfam member is like, give him some time to adjust or something. But Danny is not having it, yea he can get why Damian did what he did, but that doesn’t excuse that he did it when he specifically came to the bats for a solution where no one dies.

So then they promise Damian would get punished(How it happens is up to you). So now Danny lives with the Batfam until he can find somewhere else to live(Even though the rest of the Batfam try to make him apart of the family) while doing his best to avoid Damian and when he can’t, he just ignores him -much to Damian’s chagrin-.

So after a few weeks of living with the Waynes (and ignoring Damian). There is one day when Damian was nowhere to be found (not that Danny was complaining). So Danny is just going about his business and enjoying not seeing Damian anywhere really and is trying to find Tim.(because he and Tim are coffee besties and there’s nothing you can say to change my mind)

So then he just realises that. If you want to find Tim, most of the time he’s probably in the Batcave. So he goes down since he knows it’s there and all, and sees the one person he really didn’t want to see that day. Damian is there talking to Tim while Tim works on…something. Even with Danny’s better than human eyesight, he can’t see much past a silhouette of what Tim is working on.

So Danny walks closer, catching the attention of both vigilantes (although one he is actively ignoring). While getting closer Danny can slowly see what Tim is working on taking apart, and what he sees causes him to freeze.

Because what Tim is taking apart.

Is one of his parent’s ghost inventions.

Before either vigilantes can greet him. Danny bolts over to where Tim is sitting and overlooking the machine, hastily takes it from Tim to check over if it really is one of his parent’s inventions, slowly places it down, turns to look at Tim while trying to contain the anger inside him and asks “Where did you get this?”

Tim, an empath: I feel like Danny is angry, and it would be a real not so brotherly move to throw Damian under the bus.

Also Tim: Damian gave it to me to look over.

Danny turns to look at Damian, and Damian, not understanding emotions and finally seeing that his Soulmate is acknowledging his presence. Say’s something like, “they weren’t using it” or “It would be put to better use in our hands”. (Or something else you can pick I guess)

And that. That caused Danny to almost drop his human form right then and there, but Danny catches himself before it can drop. Danny looks at Damian while giving him the most deadpan look he can, but his voice betrays the cold anger that he feels.

“I wish someone like you was never my soulmate”

Both Damian and Tim are shocked, and before either can do or say anything. Danny turns ghost and leaves Wayne manor.

#Dc x dp #Finally answered this prompt #sorry that it came really late #anyWO #Damian really fucked up here #or maybe not #depending on how you look at it #all of them might be slightly ooc or not #I dunno #but #here #enjoy I guess

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A.U where after Jason Todd ends up coming back from the dead, he wanders abit around Gotham. Debating seeing Bruce. Jason's full of emotion, mostly anger but also fear. He sees Alfred and Bruce through the window with some new new Youngsters. Debating if there is a place for them there. Decides against ruining things. They want to scream at him, they want to run in and hug him. They want to blame him. They want to confide in him. But they just can't do it. They wander Gotham for abit. Wind up hanging out around a Queer Bar, not sure why. But the vibes felt right. Gets a new job as a bouncer at the club keeping shitty people out. Eventually starts making friends with the regulars, including a redhead who he could have sworn he seen somewhere before. Or at least someone simillar, a face in one of the many paintings and photos at Wayne manor. Starts talking to her, eventually discovers shes Bruce's cousin.. but they don't talk much. Bruce barely mentioned the rest of his family. So maybe it will be ok becoming friends... but then they start noticing famililar signs, bruises and aches and makeup hiding wounds, and Jason starts to piece together that maybe his ties to the bat family were closer then he liked. Meanwhile Kates been listening to this kid(well not quite a kid any longer, but to her, they seem like a kid) clearly lost, has a past they don't talk about, clearly been damaged, hurt, claims to be cis straight guy but finds community with a bunch of queers, especially queer women and she starts wondering. She tries to bring it up, but when talk about identity starts up, Jason freezes and assumes shes figured out who they were and runs and stops contact. Eventually worried for this kid. Worried they might do something stupid, Kate reluctantly checks in on them and they confront her, about how they knows shes knows and how Bruce must have sent her. That it's better left leaving him alone. And it clicks In her head, this reaction, the questions about her injuries, this wasnt just some kid Bruce knew.. this was a robin or someone involved in Bruce's stuff. But that's not whats important right now. Shes reassures them that's not what this is about but does admit to being Batwoman. In Hope's it will build some trust. And Jay starts talking, talks about how scared returning to life was, talks about how she felt all alone, about how she felt conflicted about who she was now, but wanted to just bury it.

And Kate takes her in, helps her establish a new identity and helps her transition. And starts becoming a mentor, Batwoman starts appearing with a new ally but she doesn't bring them along to meetings with the batfamily.

Jay starts adjusting, and everything starts to go smoothly. Untill one day shes walking out of trans support group meeting with her new friend Alysia... when she runs Into Barbara Gordon... and she can tell The commissioners daughter... well kore then that.. Oracle could tell who she was. But she was supportive and didn't say anything, acted like this was their first time meeting. It's not untill later that night, that Jay gets a phone call from an undisclosed number. And reluctantly picks up knowing whose on the other end.

"Hey.. I don't know how you came back...or why you haven't said anything. But.. that's your buisness.. and I'm just happy you are here... We all miss you.. you'd be welcome back. But that's your choice..."

And it was in fact her choice to make..

#idk. might turn this into an actual fic #im just like musing

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randow-bitz · 1 year

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Hi! Can I request a reader insert where there the newest addition to the batfam and they don't feel like they belong? You can choose if it's happy or sad or both but could it please be a gn! Reader

Hi! I tried not to include pronouns or the use of y/n. Sorry, it took a while I was kinda busy this month

Summary: you get adopted by Bruce Wayne opening up to being a better vigilante but you get the sense you don't quite fit in.

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You breathe in the air of your new home and walk through the door with your suitcase in hand. Your parents had tragically died in an explosion at star labs amd you gate to think about all the details because you'd rather not be runny nose and have puffy eyes when you meet your new adoptive family. alfred's greets you at the door and shows you to your room."It's so empty in this place," think to yourself. You forgot you were in Wayne manner.

You get ready for you daily training. It would be a stretch to call your self a hero but your something like it. You go by the name of (s/h/n) you have an ok suite. It consists of a hood that covers you face black hoodie a belt and long boots thay you absolutely love. This role is mostly for observing the night and helping buy dealing with smaller crime. You hate when attention is on you. When people point you out you get out of there asap.

The only reason bruce adopted you was because you where an orphan and vigilante in training and Bruce saw that as an opportunity. He had already knew it was you since you aren't the best at covering your tracks which put you at horrible risk.

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It has ben months since you've arrived in Wayne manner. Your training had gone decently. Bruce tells you that you can't go on patrol with the others because you're not at that skill level yet. Sometimes, you wish you weren't adopted, so you can go back to being rule and carefree. Whem there oit you usually just train. you try to avoid training with any of your "house mates." You don't really talk to them, nor do they try to talk to you. The only one you have conversations with is dick. He's the friendliest one out of them all. When you do see them train something tears inside of you, like you'll never be as skilled as them.

"I think you are ready for your first night on patrol, but since this is your first time, you will be assisting Dick," Bruce tells you. Dick gives you a smile, and you smile back as you head to your room to get ready. You're all suited up and ready to be the newest addition to the batfamily. Your eyes widen as you see all your favorite heroes. Sure, you knew it was them it just still shocks you to see the irl. No one can see, but your smile is so wide it feels like your head is gonna pop. Even though you didn't expect them to be so... awkward. there are 6 people in the room Robin,Nighwing,red robin, batgirl, and batman "Great there's done, we can go now," robin says with a lot of sass behind his tone.

You guys head out. Most of them have motorcycles, but you got to ride in the batmobile. You make a noise of excitement as you see it up close in real life. It's hard to see, but you know damian is side eyeing you, judging you hard, and you haven't even said a word to him it made you very uneasy. It was about a 5 minute drive to get to wherever the alert was coming from. It took you a while to open the door, so you were the last one out of the car. You see all them working together on their plan. You run over there with them. You walk closer to nightwing, trying to see what they're doing. You didn't hear your name. "And you go when I give the signal, ok?" nightwing ordered, making eye contact with you "wait wha-" they start heading towards the building, you follow towards dick. You enter the dark building it's hard to see anything at first, but your eyes adjust. You aren't as fast as the others, but that isn't going to stop you. You run a little more and more. And more. Ok, yeah , it is going to stop you. Finally you reach the room most of them are in already taking out henchmen. You diside to join the fun. Kick one in the face, then straight to a punch that quickly puts them out by the time you guys were done, you had only gotten 2. A feeling of embarrassment kicks in "God , why am i so slow" you think to yourself, hoping it doesn't interfere with their plan. The rest of the time, you just watch the others do the job you wish you could be help, but there's really nothing you can do that they didn't already finish.

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after your so-called "mission," you washed up and got ready for bed. While you lay in your bed looking up at the ceiling, thoughts skater threw you head like ice being thrown to the ground. But one section sticks out the most and leaves you with an anxious feeling. "Why aren't you good enough?"You're too slow."You don't fit in." "Why are you even here?" Leaving you with a bitter taste.

#batfam #batman #batfam x reader #batfam x batsis #batman and robin #damian wayne #dick grasyon #tim drake #stephanie brown #barbra gordon #bruce wayne #batgirl #nightwing #red robin

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miizzllaneous7 · 2 years

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I realized I need more of this in my life. I know occasionally it’s done, even in canon, and I find it adorable. I was thinking about like the introspection and all that jazz. Because brain likes thinking about the specifics oof, so..

You know how people are sometimes in sync? Like they’ll laugh and lean back at the same time, or adjust on their chair in the same direction at the same time. As if they’re NPCs, it’s so utterly surreal when you catch it and they aren’t even looking at each other.

Now this sorta stuff comes from a lot of different things, it’s signs you like or enjoy being around the other person or they’re just sorta rubbing off on you after some time you spend with or around each-other.

Now consider this, the Batfamily spend a lot of time together...- Not only that! Their training requires them to be rather intimate with one another’s body languages, both a result of understanding body languages needed in detective work, and when fighting. I can imagine they’re taught to work well with others, but since they’re trained by Batman and trained together regularly, they’re probably seem less when it comes to the familiarity.

Now I assume a result of this training also means they’re very aware of their body, how it moves and what it can do, it’s limits, etc. This also extends to their special awareness, and a underlining detective work that is probably always running depending on the Bat. Some of them can relax better then others, but there’s always a sort of alertness there. So you could argue the bats being in sync at any time or place wouldn’t happen often out side of maybe fighting or something.

But that’s however you look at it, and there’s also a logic to the sync thing okay? So arguments sake make it make sense, I’m sure all your pretty little heads can fill in the blanks. I sure can’t, I’m too bothered by the sudden realization of the existence of Gotham Knights (the show, not the game, I preordered the game, I know people are hating on it but as a very very very causal, I die off from playing games and then return an couple months or years later, I have no issues. Plus, Jason? Cmon, I can’t miss out on that. Plus the Court of Owls seem cool in the World Premiere Trailer.)

I got distracted, back on track. So imagine this, both as their alter egos and as civilians, they have moments of being in “sync”. Mirroring of body language, however subtle or outright they are. So no matter how they treat or act around eachother, or tell eachother in front of others, sometimes, if you’re paying attention or are fairly close to one of them, you can see an undercurrent of eachothers body language and behaviour. Something reminiscent of the Bat you’re close to. You can just tell they’re close.

Now take that up a couple notches.

As the Bats, the eerie ness of mirroring is something not too surprising, but none the less terrifying. Easily strikes fear in those who witness it, even in the most mundane of ways. But it’s usually used for intimation, and can even be intentionally utilized rather then spontaneous. Either way, it sort of fits? Doesn’t take away the displacement one may feel when they see it in real time. But it can also be adorable. No one comments on it though, so no one knows if it’s intentional or when it’s intentional, let alone if the Bats are aware they’re doing it when they do.

But oh hoh ho, as the Wayne’s? Gothams Darlings? It’s completely out of character when or if used for intimidation! Generally it’s adorable and there’s always compilations circling around of when it’s caught in camera. A running joke. Even the unspoken words they have sometimes, while a lot subtler is there. Something often shrugged off as people being close, like old married couples, or people with their kids sometimes who have a conversation without actually saying anything except nonsense and incomplete sentences that can barely be called sentences. Or close friends from across a classroom who still manage to have the sort of conversations but so much worse as they were separated for that exact reason in the first place.

It’s amazing, adorable, and gives substance to conspiracy theorists who wonder if it’s something that runs deeper. There’s always something about the Wayne’s, no one can put their finger on it, and it’s probably what made them so famous rather then just another billionaire family you don’t keep up with. Practically celebrity status that backs up their more important weight in society and Gotham. It helps on all fronts.

So when they turn their heads at the same time in the same way, spin their pen in a way reminiscent of their Bo training from their time as Robin on a smaller scale at the same time as they’re being interviewed or brainstorming (or smth). When they smile at the same time in sync, or tilt their heads, adjust their eating, sit in similar or the same way, lean in at the same time in a reaccuring pattern?

It’s sensational to people and the media have a field day.

I feel like, by the time the Bats realize it, which I don’t doubt wouldn’t happen sooner rather then later, they lean into it as well. Some see it as creepy, others see it as adorable, sometimes both, but it sparks different ideas, theories and feelings across the board to their and everyone’s never ending amusement.

It’s a small thing, but I feel like it’d show how close they are at the end of the day, and how much they love one another, in a subtle way. I can see Cass being elated and having a very unique feeling to it, because body language and movement has always been something intimate to her. A quiet or unmaintainable happiness crosses through her as she watched it happen.

Bruce? I think he’d find it adorable. As Batman, he’d 100% use it for fear factors when he realizes the effects it has with their alter egos. As Brucie Wayne? Even Brucie has an agenda, he’s the god damn Batman, and public favour can only work in their favour. But also, he’s much more open about how adorable he finds it. He, in a way none of the others, would start to pick up and recognize patterns that they picked up from Robin training, or more personal ones from himself. Noticing the profound impact it has on any of the Bats, even beyond the Robins like the Batgirls from training? Having raised them and with his own training seeing the patterns they picked up from one another? He’d notice them in the most intimate manners that would touch him in a unique way not most would recognize or understand.

I’d mention the other bats, how it effects and the more intricate things but, this is getting long and I have no idea why paragraph spacing is being weird. I just thought this was a neat headcanon that I know I’ve seen in much more subtler manners, or completely unintentional. It’s not just for comedic affect, but could definitely go that route, but rather it’s farther then that.

This isn’t just a result of closeness, it’s a result of closeness AND a training. They look at the world differently then your average Joe, always analyzing to varying degrees because it’s ingrained in them, and they rarely relax completely, even when they do they’ve conditioned themselves to sit or relax in a way that lets them easily maneuver their bodies. It’s second nature to them, like breathing. It’s like how if you meet someone with etiquette training, like the really complicated one, they’ll sit a certain way, and reach for the correct utensils easily. It doesn’t hinder them because A) they’re very aware of their bodies, it’s what separates them from CIAs and most spies or the like. They’re the best of the best after all, it’s easy to mask or shrug off as something else. B) Bat training is unique, there’s elements of a lot of things, not just Al Ghul related, they’ve shaped them to their own strengths and weaknesses, and what they need. They’ve picked up and expanded, used skills beyond what they’ve learned from others. Bruce tailored his training, to prevent killing but be enough necessary force.

Hell, I’m certain he’s even taught them all the skills to flat out kill people with ease, the best of best assassins, to recognize the ways you can kill a person, disarm them and cripple them etc, since it’s an incredibly important to recognize different ways you can take someone down when fighting. A skill that takes time and effort if, training to acquire. They’ve also, over time, have those things on their belts. None of them are stupid yknow, even Jason who’s generally depicted as not the smartest of them is most likely absolutely b r i l l i a n t.

I’m sure even some of you wouldn’t think Dick is as smart as he is, hell I didn’t for the longest time despite most form of fiction growing up OBVIOUSLY telling me otherwise. (Something easy to accept but always left me baffled, because I just forget that it’s apart of his character. It’s not as important as it is for Bruce, Tim or Barbara’s character, being a bigger part of their characters canonically and in fanon.)

I started rambling again aren’t I, what was I saying? Words I guess. End of headcanon, ima nap, powers back.

I know these are headcanons people may already have or express, even if it’s not explicit. Just thought I’d give my 2 cents. Also I had a power outage and now you shall all suffer my wrath. Muhahahahah

I have no idea where these gifs are from but iI feel like I need to use more gifs or smth. Tumblr is just so lacking in them sometimes tho. P a i n

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