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book-place · 2 years

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Family Dinner And Other Catastrophes

Warnings: mentions of killing and jail, little bit of kissing, (if your name is Carla then I apologize, you can change it to whatever :D)let me know if I missed any :)

Pairings: Batfam x batsis reader

Request: Could I request platonic batsis reader introducing her girlfriend to her family if it's alright I kinda need the confidence as that is exactly what I'll be doing in a few days at a family dinner

Request by: Anon

*not my gif*

Summary: You didn’t exactly know what to expect when you brought your girlfriend to meet your family for the first time

A/N: WOW I DID THAT FAST!! :D

Please don’t plagiarize my work, you may reblog if you like but I’m asking that you don’t steal my hard work

You rubbed your sweaty palms against your jeans, exhaling a shaky breath as you looked up at the looming door.

“Don’t look so nervous,” Clara teased, “It’s your home. I should be the one freaking out.”

You turn your head to give her a small and tentative smile.

The two of you had been going out for five months now, and Clara thought it was high time that she met your chaotic family (as you so graciously put it). She claimed it was only fair since you had already met her parents and little brother, all of whom adored you and vice versa.

Another sigh escaped you as you fully turned your body to face her, taking both her hands in yours and looking her dead in the eyes, admiring her beauty, “It’s not too late to back out, you know. Just say the word and we’re out of here. Gone. Zip. Bye-bye.” She only giggled a little in return, “Babe, my family is crazy- don’t get me wrong, I love them to death- but they’re crazy! Like a bunch of lunatics that escaped from Arkham! And did I mention the amount of them there are? I mean, if we weren’t all adopted you’d think that our parents were like rabbits for crying out loud! And don’t even get me started-“

Clara cut you off with a soft kiss on the lips, pulling away and an adoring smile, “I know, hon. You’ve told me time and time again.” Your eyes nervously glanced to the side, and she shook your hands- that were still grasped in hers- to get your attention, “But I'm sure they’re wonderful. And if not, they’re still your family. Which means if they’re important to you, then they’re important to me.”

Your jaw had dropped as you stared at her in awe, “What did I do to deserve such a divine creature like you?”

She giggled again, giving you another quick peck, “You were even more divine, that’s how.”

Then, without warning, the door opened and you both startled apart, but still keeping one hand gripped onto the other tightly.

Alfred’s loving face came into view as he stepped out from behind the door, “Good evening, Mistress Y/n. And you must be Mistress Carla Adams. My, I have heard so much about you.” His smile was so genuine and kind that it could make any person melt into a puddle.

Your cheeks tinted pink slightly at the last part as your girlfriend put a hand over her mouth to keep in the giggles.

“Thanks, Alfred.” You mumbled, and all he did was throw Carla a wink in return when you weren’t looking.

“Right this way, ma’ams.” He held out an arm as a welcoming in.

As soon as you stepped through the door, it was then your turn to chuckle. Clara was gaping at the vast room and high ceiling of the foyer that was covered from top to bottom in pictures of you and your siblings.

In some of them, you were all smiling pleasantly, but more often than not, you guys were making funny faces, goofing off, threatening to kill one another- normal family things.

Then you heard the noise.

It was like a mix between an annoying fire alarm and a stampede of elephants. The sound of your family.

Once again, you looked over at your beloved girlfriend, silently letting her know with your eyes that it was okay to back out still. But she just grinned, placing a quick peck on your cheek and following Alfred to the dining room.

As soon as you stepped into the room, you realized that your family truly lived up to what you said them to be, because it was complete and total chaos in there.

Stephanie was on top of the table doing a one armed handstand, happily chatting away with Cass who sat next to her with her legs crossed.

Duke was in a corner physically holding Damian and Jason apart, who by the looks of it were shouting profanities at each other once again.

Tim was sitting at the table, head propped up in his hand and mouth open as he drooled slightly, dead asleep. Beside him, Dick was trying to keep in his giggles as he drew a mustache and glasses on him with a sharpie.

A couple seats away, Bruce sat peacefully, taking a sip of his drink as if none of this were going on around him.

Alfred cleared his throat slightly, immediately halting all prior activities.

Tim’s head shot up and Dick scrambled to hide the marker. Damian and Jason quieted, and Duke was able to drop his hands to his side in relief. Steph dropped out of her handstand, landing with her legs crossed next to Cass.

Bruce stood up with a smile and rounded the table, immediately shaking Clara’s hand, “You must be Clara! It is so nice to finally meet you!”

She gave him a smile, “It’s nice to meet you too, Mr. Wayne!” She greeted as if what she had just witnessed was completely normal.

He let out a deep laugh, “Please, call me Bruce.”

As your father went to sit back down in his seat, there was a moment of silence before Dick and Steph got up in sync, the ladder shoving the elder of the two back into his chair by pushing on the top of his head.

He let out a cry of pain, but the blond girl paid him no mind as she gave your girlfriend that award winning smile of hers, rushing up and throwing an arm over her shoulder, “Hey there, Carls! Can I call you Carls? I’m gonna call you Carls. How are you doing today? You doing swell? I hope so! I’m doing swell-“

You quickly cut her off, placing a hand over her mouth and pulling her back before she could scare off your girlfriend, but she just continued to talk as if your hand weren’t even there, only shutting up when Bruce sent her a little glare. She put her hands up in surrender and backed away, not before throwing the girl a wink, though.

Before any of your other siblings could be weird, you ushered her into the extra seat that was placed next to yours for that night and you both sat down.

Everyone quickly followed suit, the only sound besides scraping chairs was Damian quietly snickering at the markings on Tim’s face.

The silence stretched on as the food was served to all of you, and your siblings weren’t even bothering to hide the fact that they were all openly staring at Carla, who just smiled in return.

Then, right as the last plate was being set down, they all began to speak at once.

“How old are you?”

“Where did you two meet?”

“Have you ever stabbed anyone?”

“Damian!”

“TT, it was just a question.”

“Is blue your favorite color- wait, no! It’s orange, isn’t it?”

“So, ever been to jail?”

“Jason!”

“Jeez, I’m just asking.”

“I’m tired.”

“Quiet!” Bruces’s voice boomed with authority, cutting your siblings all side glares before turning apologetically to Carla, “Sorry about them.”

But all she did was laugh, “It’s fine, seriously, it’s hilarious, actually.”

Then everyone finally dug into their own plates.

Damain was the first to speak up once again, “Have you ever stabbed anyone?” He repeated, eyes slightly narrowed as he ‘lazily’ pointed his cutting knife towards her.

All she did was burst out into laughter again before turning towards you, “You’re right! They might be the same age, but he’s nothing like Nathan.” She referred to a past conversation the two of you had about your little brothers being very different from one another.

Before Damain could figure out if that was an insult or not, Cass spoke up, “Where did you two meet?”

You shyly ducked your head, opting to stare at your plate while your partner opted to stare lovingly at you, “We met at a coffee shop one afternoon. The barista mixed up our orders and Y/n marched up to me once she figured it out and was about to demand we switch, but then I smiled at her and she forgot how to speak.”

Your cheeks burned bright red as all around you your family began laughing, even Bruce and Alfred let out a couple chuckles.

She reached under the table and subtly intertwined your fingers and squeezed, all while using her fork with her other hand.

For the moment, they all seemed satisfied and split off into their own separate conversations, allowing just enough time for your girlfriend to lean over and whisper, “From the way you were making a big deal out of tonight, I thought you hadn’t come out yet or something.”

This got a snort out of you, “Believe me,” you snickered, “There isn’t a straight person at this table.”

Before either of you could speak again, a banging sound bounced off the walls, causing all your heads to whip in the direction of the noise.

Your eyes all landed on Tim just seconds before his head bounced back off of the table and he winced, clearly having fallen asleep again.

Bruce shook his head in disappointment, “Tim, we’ve talked about this.”

Everyone around them laughed.

And that was how the rest of the night went, laughing and smiling. Slowly, as time passed, you allowed yourself to relax more and more, and actually enjoy your time with your girlfriend and family.

Before you knew it, it was time for you to drop Carla off back at home.

Everyone had said their own goodbyes to her, making her promise to come by the manor as often as she wanted, before allowing you to lead her out the front door.

Just before it closed behind you two, a shout sounded throughout the home.

“Who drew on my face?!”

You closed the door behind you with a laugh and turned once again to face Carla, who was now smiling softly.

“See?” She asked gently, “There was nothing to worry about.”

You smiled back, “You’re right. I don’t know why I was worrying, though, cause you’re so perfect that you can make any situation go well.”

She just kissed you in return and you couldn’t help but allow your smile to widen against her lips.

It really was a good night.

The Superior Robin ❤️- @ineedmorefanfics2 @sambucky8 @spidyyparker

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justgowithitplease · 11 months

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💗 MASTER LIST 💗

Batfam:

Dick Grayson:

Cats, Bats, and Everything Unseen

Pt 1, Pt 2, Pt 3, Pt 4

S/O That gets love letters often

Your hair looks pretty in curls

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Forever Families and Bacon

Jason Todd and Tim Drake pining after an oblivious reader

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Black Belt S/O

Jason Todd and Tim Drake pining after an oblivious reader

Computer scientist s/o

Cassandra Cain:

Cass x Oblivious Reader

Cass x Reader Slow Burn (Teaser)

Duke Thomas:

None yet!

Stephanie Brown:

None yet!

Damian Wayne:

'Are you still mad at me?' (Older sister)

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None yet!

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Trying Caribbean Food

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JRWI

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skyfallslayer · 2 months

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Should We Stay or Should We Go? || Prologue

-A ST Rewrite Feat. Steve Harrington x Henderson!OFC-

Main Masterlist || Series Masterlist

🎲Summary: On the night of November 6th, 1983, Stephanie Henderson decided to walk her little brother’s friend, Will, back home. However… they never arrive. Now, Dustin, Mike and Lucas, and soon the exception of the girl’s ex-best friend, Steve, must band together to find out what happened. Meanwhile, Steph and Will must fight for their survival in this nightmarish version of Hawkins, Indiana.

🎲Chapter Summary: When they interlocked their pinkies none of them ever expected the weirdness that follows the years after. None of them ever expected to start growing apart. None of them ever expected the red string to stay attached. And none of them ever expected that they would be out saving the world with a baseball bat and wings. Yeah... you can’t make this stuff up.

🎲Pairings: Will x Platonic!OFC; Dustin x Sister!OC; Slow burn! Steve x Henderson!OFC (Ex-bestfriends to Lovers); Slow burn! Byler

🎲Rating: Teen-Mature

🎲Word Count: 921 (Small Introduction)

🎲Date: 3/6/24

🎲Warnings: Angst; Swearing; Implied Broken Friendship

🎲A/N: Extremely small chapter, hence why it's just the prologue. I just wanted to show my readers what the big picture is of this story, which is the Steve x OC relationship. However, just like above, this will contained the loving sibling relationship of Dustin, and even Will, between OC. This story also contains Jopper (a personal fav), Jancy, Mileven and the slow burn of Byler (I got to give this boy some love and if you think Will has been a background character for the last few seasons like I have then don't you worry! I'm giving Will a time for him to shine throughout this fic). Anyway, don't want this paragraph to be longer than the actual chapter. Lol. Enjoy!

Pinky Promise.

It’s a bond between two people, a vow that’s taken so it shall not be broken. Childish, you know, but to a small kid it means everything. When they locked their pinkies together, muttering their promises to one another, they both had barely turned five, barely ready to take on the world head first.

But a promise was a promise— Yet a pinky promise was so much more. It holds so much more weight than crossing your heart or giving a handshake.

At least it was to these two very best friends…

“Wow.” The blue eyed girl said, genuinely surprised (She can’t even believe their conversation is so calming in a situation like this). “That explains so much. And… you never mentioned that to me before?”

“Well, can you blame me?” He asked, with a small smile and laugh. “I think it kinda does. I think, like, right out of the gate, like, I’m super confident. But I’m also, like, an idiot. Which is just…” He shrugs. “I mean, it’s a brutal combination. But, I mean, the good news is, I get a big enough thump on my head, I can change, you know? I can learn. I can crawl forward.”

She noticed his pace was slowing, and his brown eyes of his were becoming distant. “Steve?”

“Listen–” He stops them both, face looking like a lost puppy now. “I guess what I’m trying to say in a really stupid, roundabout way is, um… is thank you.”

She tilts her head, confused. “Thank you?” She watches him nod, adding fuel to her emotion. “For...?”

His face softens. “For giving my head the biggest thump of its life two years ago.” He chuckles. “Nancy, you know, she gave me the push, but you, Stephanie, gave me the thump I needed. It’s changed my life. And now I’m crawling forward in a way I never thought I could achieve. Slowly.”

And now he’s frowning, looking down at himself, engulfing himself in the glum. “I just wonder sometimes... you know, if... if I had just opened my eyes before I met Nancy, would things have been different? Like… part of me thinks we would’ve made it without our relationship falling apart.”

“Steve–” She croaks, teary eyed and shocked.

“And… you know what the craziest… most messed up part of the story is?”

“What?”

His lips curled up just a bit. “Remember the dream I told you about? About the Winnebago? Seeing the country with my six lil’ nuggets? It’s all true. Every last word. But… the mess up part?” He swallows, also getting emotional. “The mess up part is when I first thought of that dream… is that… you’re there. You’ve always been there.”

“Steve–”

“And that…” He smiles. “That’s my pinky promise to you, Miss Stephanie Henderson.”

The creature shrieked above, its claws waving around frantically –trying to get a nick out of him– as he held it back with some piping. He watched the pupils go all ‘cat-like’, fangs coming out that he swears were growing with each scream.

He was struggling, he knows this, and he knows he has to buy the kid some time to get a radio signal out to his girlfriend, but he was slipping, fuck it. However, he knows deep in his heart he can’t back down from this.

His jaw clenched and his eyes flash with determination. “I don’t care what you’ve become! I ain’t leaving you, Henderson!” He shouted, hoping his words would get through to her. “That’s a pinky promise.”

“I’m helping you and Dustin out.” He insisted, knowing damn well that she didn’t even want him near her brother, let alone near herself.

She sends him a look, skeptical, on edge. “Why?”

“Look, I know you don’t want to talk–”

“Damn, right.”

“Steph.” He says, stepping in front of her way to get her attention. “We’ll just put this on the backburner. Right now, and I mean it, I just want to help you and Dustin, keep you guys safe. Pinky Promise.”

“Steve–”

“I’m not going anywhere.” He says, while playing with his hands, nervously, worriedly. “Not until I know you’re okay.”

She frowns apologetically. “You know that might be a while.”

“I know.”

“I have Dustin and my mom, you don’t have to stay here.”

“I know.” He breaks eye contact. “But what if I want to?”

That made her chuckle. “Well… if you want to.” She says, making them both smile. “Fine sleeping in a chair?”

He nods. “If that’s what I’ll have to do.” He replies, making her hum.

She raises an eyebrow. “Is that a pinky promise?”

“Yeah.” His expression grows. “Pinky promise.”

But what if you break it? The promise? What if you don’t follow through? That is the unfortunate part of this story. The promise was to stay together forever, to make their friendship last a lifetime. For them, they were two peas in a pod, polar opposites that still attached themselves to one another… until they couldn’t.

When the boy decided to become a King, the girl became a peasant. The boy was showered with love and affection, and the girl was on a quest of loneliness that became bitter.

This was a story about Steve Harrington and Stephanie Henderson.

A story, where no matter what happens, the red string still stays attached to their pinkies despite their attempts to take it off.

This was story where the two of them decided to save the world–

Their families–

Their friends–

And their friendship.

(TBC)

A/N: I was so surprised when everyone was asking to be added in just a few short days. Makes me really happy :D

-Taglist is Open-

@ladygrey03 @poppet05 @tooearlyforthis @lovesfics @lordzzz

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morgansunflower · 1 year

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Stay With Me

Older! Damian Wayne X Grayson! Adopted! Reader

Dick Grayson X Barbara Gordon

Bruce Wayne X Talia al Ghul

Warnings:suggestive content, explicit language, blood injuries, and gunshot wounds.

Words:1318

Damian is thrust with a overwhelming amount of fear as he finds his lover has been shot and is intensive care.

Arthur's notes! Third P. O. V

Requested taglist @too-strong-to-lose

No. No. Dammit. No. His mind cried. Damian drops the phone to the ground, his sisters voice instantly became like a distant echo mixed with his mother's voice pleading for answers. He stands or at least he thinks he does. His heart heavies deeper and deeper with each breath. His breathing becomes shallow from the shock that thrusts into him. He had to be alone. He stepped to the doorframe to the exit of the family room

"Damian? My son answer me, what is wrong?"

"I-I-I need a moment, excuse me"

He quickly departed to his room shutting his door to block anyone from seeing his emotions swell up to his blue eyes that reflect his father. His legs become like jelly as he falls onto his bed. He feels hot tears fall down his skin. He broke sobbing into his hands. His heart was breaking. Damian tried to regain his control before someone heard him. When he was at the hospital everything seemed dark and cold. She was in intensive care and they had heard nothing as of yet. He breaths heavily in and then out. The doctors say she'll never walk again.. She is paralyzed from the waist down. Barbara sobbed holding onto Grayson while tears falling down his face. He pinched the bridge of his nose taking a deep breath, he began to stutter. They loved her so much. She was there child like Grayson was Bruce's child. They were having dinner when the doorbell rang. Y/N answered but was met by Joker. Damian felt deeply responsible for her, because he loved her. He wanted to protect her. This was his fault. That early morning Damian sitting on his bed alone. He'd been cold and distant to everyone around him. They have been in a secret relationship for almost 2 years. No one knows. During her dinner with her parents, she was going to tell them the night she was shot about their relationship. Though she never got the chance to. As the door had opened and the gun was fired, both Grayson and Barbara knocked Joker and his men unconscious. Barbara had to keep Grayson from strangling the monster. Grayson lifted his daughter from the broken shards of glass from the now broken coffee table. He lifts her up to his chest while on the ground on his knees. He begged her to open her eyes while he applied pressure to her wound to keep her alive. When the medics arrived his arms shaked as they took her away. Grayson quickly ran out the door to run after them. Barbara had grabbed his Batgirl themed t-shirt, because his own was now stained with blood. She ran after her husband as they both went into the ambulance. Damian hears his door knocking.

"go away" he coldy said to whomever was disturbing him.

"Damian.. It's Steph.. I just wanted to check on you" she opens the door

"I said go away Brown!!!" he yelled at her.

He could see she had been crying for a while. She sits beside him. He sighed deeply wishing she would go away. He can't break in front of her. He can't let her see he's deeply in love with Y/N.

She softly laughed "I look like a mess and you haven't insulted me.. yet..." her face fell "I've been so worried about her to. I know she's your best friend. I just wanted you to know you're not the only one.. afraid"

That's when he broke. She is. She is so much more to him. He covers his face with his hands trying so desperately to fight his pain. He loves her. She saw goodness in him. When her heart touches his own it's when he feels human. That he can feel things and not be weak because of it. Stephanie hugs him. He held onto his sister needing to feel a since of comfort.

"how long?" she asked "I'm definitely hurt you didn't tell me, but I'm so happy you found someone who can tolerate you"

".. 2 years" he confessed, two beautiful years it was their anniversary yesterday and he couldn't be with her.

"and this whole time I was wondering what, changed you"

Y/N's adopted parents brought her home as she began recovering emotionally and physically. She knew she needed them, even to that it would help them sleep through the night knowing that she was safe. Y/N could barely sleep from the nightmares and heart was broken. Damian had been completely avoiding her. He wasn't strong enough, he knew the second he saw he would fall apart. Months passed by it was Wally and Artemis's wedding anniversary. Grayson didn't want to miss his best friends anniversary party but he really didn't want to leave his daughter alone. Plus Barbara and Dick, wanted to have a romantic weekend after having been under much heartbreak from what their daughter was going through. Though.. What if she needed help? What if she went through her terrible muscle spasms again? Their marriage was on the rocks from the both being on edge. Y/N begged them to go. She knew they needed time to do what made Y/N's mind eternally throw up. So they took her to Wayne Manor.. unknown to the fact that Damian would more than likely be taking better care of her more than anyone else. Y/N sat in her wheelchair in the guest room watching the sun going down. Her heartbroken tears falling down her face. Damian's gut turned into knots. He wanted to wipe her tears away and prove his love to her. She sees his reflection. She stuttered under her breath as her heartbreak brewed into anger.

"where the hell have you been? Are you disgu--" he was quick to cut her off

"no!! That is far from the truth.. Dammit beloved.. Of course not, I love you. I knew the moment I saw you that I'd.." his throat shakes "I'd break, I could not let them see me break"

"I need you Damian.. I don't want to be alone" she cried looking into his eyes

"you won't ever be my love" he promised.

She, moved her hands to roll her wheelchair to get closer to him. He quickly walked to her. He leaned down to his knees, taking her hands into his own tenderly. He wraps his strong arms around her legs tightly. She could have died. He rest his head on her thighs. She wraps her arms around him laying her head on his back. She began to cry grateful she didn't lose him.. He felt the same feelings as his heart was heavy... That night Damian laid beside her holding her. With her heart close to his beating heart. She gave him peace, gave him joy. As she laid sound asleep he reached in his pocket taking out a ring. It was his grandmother's. He wanted Y/N to be his wife. For them to grow old together. As she began to stir in her sleep he smoothly placed the ring in his pocket. He kisses her neck she let out a relaxing humming sound. His heart was beating rapidly as his guilt ate at him. He lays his forehead on her own.

"I should have been there" Damian cried in a apology heavily letting his emotions be heard out to only her ears.

"Dami, no" she kisses him she wraps her arms around him, her throat shakes from the terrifying nightmare. That her love truly felt responsible "please.. I am begging you, don't blame yourself"

He only wanted to hold her, to love her with all his heart and never let her go. She was so beautiful to him, like treasure. He kisses her knuckles lovingly and then the palm of her hand. He moves to lay his head in her neck holding her in his arms.

#wheelchair #older! damian wayne x reader #Damian Wayne X Reader #talia is a good mom #Damian Wayne #Dick Grayson X Barbara Gordon #batfamily #gunshot wounds #Crying #Heavy angst #Nightmares #fluff #batfam

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luminouslywriting · 2 years

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Rules/Characters I Write For

1. I will not be writing any smut, so don't ask for it....spice on the other hand (totally allowed :)

2. All imagines will be directed towards the reader who is a female or gender neutral. This means I AM NOT inserting names or personalized characters that you, the reader comes up with.

Example: Y/N can be the sibling of (insert character), but she/they will not have a name that you request

Bad Example: Lyssa is the sister of (insert character), and here's her entire backstory...etc.

3. Please be respectful and don't steal from me. It takes me time to come up with these ideas.

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5.. Your request may require me to get more information from you about the idea you have or the character you want said reader to end up with.

6. Occasionally I do talk about mature subjects such as depression, self-harm, eating disorders, bullying, etc. I will have trigger warnings posted at the beginning of each chapter.

7. I am in college and this takes me a long time to write out sometimes. Please be patient and understanding.

Characters I Write For:

MCU: (Note that I will do familial/platonic female characters x reader)

Example: (Can I get a Natasha Romanoff x daughter reader?)

-Tony Stark

-Steve Rogers

-Peter Parker

-Thor

-Loki

-Bucky Barnes

-Scott Lang

-T'Challa

-Moon Knight

(Note that I will do Agents of Shield Team imagines, that means it's not relationships, but the entire team) Example: (Can I get a AOS team x anxious reader?)

(Also accepting requests for Alex Summers/Havok)

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-Bruce Wayne (Gotham and other versions)

-Dick Grayson

-Jason Todd

-Tim Drake

-Damian Wayne

YOUNG JUSTICE/Live Action Titans/Teen Titans

-Dick Grayson

-Wally West

-Conner Kent

-Roy Harper

-Tim Drake

-Bart Allen

-Team Imagines (As a group, usually platonic)

-Female YJ Characters in familial or platonic ways

-Robin (Teen Titans Version)

-Nightwing (Titans)

-Jason Todd (Titans)

-Garfield Logan (Titans)

-Superboy (Titans)

NARNIA: (NOTE THAT I WILL DO PLATONIC/FAMILIAL FEMALE IMAGINES/X READERS)

-Peter Pevensie

-Edmund Pevensie

-Caspian

-The Pevensie Siblings (platonically or familial)

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-Percy Jackson

-Luke Castellan

-Jason Grace

-Leo Valdez

-Frank Zhang

-The 7

-Any other characters will have to be specifically requested and I reserve the right to reject the request

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-Harry Potter

-Fred Weasley

-George Weasley

-Draco Malfoy

-Golden Trio Era (Group/platonic)

-Newt Scamander

-Theseus Scamander

-Scamander Era (Group/Platonic)

-James Potter

-Sirius Black

-Remus Lupin

-Regulus Black

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-Anakin Skywalker

-Kanan Jarrus/Caleb Dume

-Ezra Bridger

-Luke Skywalker

-Han Solo

-Finn

-Poe Dameron

-Kylo Ren

-Prequels Trio (Platonically): Obi-Wan, Anakin, Padme

-Original Trio (Platonically): Leia, Luke, and Han

-Sequels Trio (Platonically: Rey, Finn, and Poe

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Note that 90% of these will be friendship x readers

-Steve Harrington

-Eddie Munson

-The kids (Dustin, Mike, Lucas, Will, El, Max, and Erica) (WILL BE PLATONIC/SIBLING/FRIENDSHIP)

#starwars #youngjustice #marvel #harrypotter #percyjackson #narnia #batfam

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headcans-oneshots-and-stuff · 3 years

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Middle eastern!Batsis

Requested by the mindblowing @dreamingstarlights: so I freaking love your headcanons and batfam incorrect jokes! tbh this account took my back to my days when I fangirled over the batfam! so I was wondering that if I can request a middle eastern! reader who has abandonment and commitment issues towards parental figures cause her former parents betrayed and so bruce decided to adopt her into his family. but she kinda views that all families are like her former parents so she doesn't bother with her new family but the batfam helps her...(p.1) ...just a fluffy moment between those two because I need a lot fluff in my life. lol this was probably too long but if you want to change anything, feel free to do it, love! 💞💞tbh I haven't seen much poc readers in her so I wanted to do something like that with the batfam! anyways, have a love night or day and make sure to hydrate yourself!! ♡

A/N: This is an updated version based on constructed criticism based on Batsis backstory and so I changed it while still trying to stay true to the Request. Thanks again to @fluffykitty149 for bringing this to my attention. I am not from the middle east myself which is why I want to disclaim that things could be factually incorrect. If so, please let me know! Enjoy <3

Okay so we’re gonna start with your back story

Your parents had raised you in a small town and for the first decade of your life you lived nice and peaceful along your family

Then the town got raided by a group of foreign villains who killed most of your neighbours and kidnapped you and other children

With your family probably dead and gone and you being kept in the grasp of power-hungry evil-doers it was safe to say the rest of your childhood wasn’t the most pleasant

But your parents have raised you to stay strong and do what you believed was right - but that was easier said than done since you were kept isolated and by yourself, only let out to train with masked men and women who never said a word and yet taught you day-by-day how to kill

How exactly Bruce comes to the middle east and to this Organisation is irrelevant, but what’s important is that you were sent on your first mission to fight him and - unbeknownst to you - distract him hoping that he’d go easy on a child like you

You don’t question it, already planning on running away the first opportunity you’d get to finally get your life back

It never goes that far tho

Before you know it you’re tied up and ‘imprisoned’ by Batman and you realize that you’d probably die here - not knowing about Batmans morals and principles

Now of course, Bruce has experience with children raised to kill and just like he did with Damian (okay he didn’t really have a choice there) and Cass, he offers to let you go if you leave the organisation and go back to your family

Now you’re not stupid and you definitly don’t trust him, but you realised at that moment that with your family dead and everything you knew basically being replaced with tactics on how to kill, there’d be no way to live a normal life

so you refuse and make him a different offer, you’d join him in the hunt for the rest of the people who took everything from you

Bruce agrees, but only under the condition that you’d have to earn his trust before he lets you fight again. Better than nothing you supposed and a handshake sealed the deal

He takes you with him to Gotham and introduces you to his family, even though the language barrier is feelable

He offers to teach you english, but you just scoff and say you can teach it yourself via the internet

You made it your mission to never trust or be dependant on anyone again - that way them being taken from you couldn’t hurt like you knew it would

Now the thing is your new family doesn’t stand for that

they all had that experience in some way

Cassandra and Damian knows how it is to be taught that way

Jason and Steph knows how it feels to be betrayed

Dick knows how it is to loose everything you knew

The others also all had their own little version of your experience

and furthermore they all knew what it could do to you if you kept to yourself and if you’d never start trusting anyone again

And so - while your personal mission is to not trust anyone - their personal mission is to make you trust again

It starts with little things

typical siblings and family stuff

they don’t wanna make it too obvious

and when they notice that you warm up to it they drive it up a notch

then two

honestly you most likely don’t even notice it the way they do it

but before you know, you’re having gossip-afternoon-tea with Cassandra and Alfred, bookclub with Jason (and yet again Alfred), go out on Walks with Damian, shopping with Steph and Barbara, training with Dick and discord game nights with Tim

Also who knows maybe sooner or later you might actually slip and call Bruce dad (he’s so happy, but him knowing that you were still grieving for your actual family, so he told you that you didn’t have to call him your father)

And one day - when you really trust them and when you’ve re-learnt what it really means to be a family - they’ll make you the ultimate offer

They offer you to join them on the hunt for the people who took you

But that’s not all, because Bruce had one more surprise for you

And so, one sunny afternoon he took you to a trip to a nice family house in the safer suburbs of Gotham, slightly confused you followed him to the door were he knocked and then stood to the side

Let’s just say you couldn’t believe your own eyes when you came face to face with your mother who was very-not-dead

You flew into her arms and thanked all there was that she was still alive - turned out that after you were taken she had spent years following every lead, grasping at every straw, trying to find you and immediately contacted Bruce when she recognised you on a press release

Bruce explained that all your stuff was already moved there, but that you were still part of his family and that you still had your room and your place in the manor

And after all that had happened to you, you were happy to be able to say you had two families who you loved dearly and who you had fought hard to attain

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lazydoodlesandfanfic · 4 years

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A New Member of the Family (Damian Wayne X Sister!Reader)

Characters: Damian Wayne X Sister!Reader, Batfam X Batsis!Reader

Universe: DC, Batman

Warnings: Pregnancy, swearing, mentions of risks of pregnancy, mention of miscarriage, mention of cesarean, childbirth

Request: •Could I have one where Damian's older sister is pregnant and everyone's expecting him to be really cold cos he doesnt want a neice/nephew but he's entirely the opposite and constantly wants to be with y/n to make sure shes okay and when it gets to the point where you can feel the baby kick he's feeling, and he talks to the bump and hes also the first of his siblings to hold the baby.

You had come to the manor to get Bruce’s opinion on something important, and by the tone of your voice, Bruce knew it couldn’t wait. He took you to his office and sat with you, ready to listen and give his opinion on what was the best option of whatever you were about to ask.

You were the first born of Bruce Wayne, not adopted, but younger than both Dick and Jason, but still an adult nonetheless. Your mother left the picture when you were still a toddler and you have to give your dad credit- he did pretty good raising you, though he did need some help from Alfred every so often when certain topics came up, and also seeked help from Selina when you became a teenager and certain things started to happen… but he got the hang of it quickly. You were 18 when you were introduced to your 10 year old brother, who at first, despised you. Understandable, he had Talia as a mother.

You made the decision to stay away when he first arrived and was settling in, and after a few weeks, you came back, sat down with Damian, and asked him why he hated you. He was about to say something, until he realised he didn’t actually know. His mother had conditioned him to hate you but didn’t tell him why, and in those weeks he was starting to understand how his mother actually was. “I… don’t know.”

“That’s okay. I know it must be really confusing for you. I remember when dad brought Dick home, I threw a tantrum because I thought it meant he didn’t love me anymore. Do you think it’s a sort of jealousy thing? Fear that you’ll be second best?” You asked him softly.

“I think so… you’re nothing like how my mother said you were like.” He told you, making you smile. “Do you hate me?” He asked.

“No.” You answered quickly. “I get it. I know how you’re feeling. I might have had that jealousy when Dick arrived and even Jason, but now… it’s better to look at the positives. You’re never lonely, there’s always someone to talk to, people you can rely on… this is different because we’re actually biologically related- I’m your half sister… but that doesn’t change anything. You’re my brother, and my little one at that. Therefore it’s my job to look out for you, okay? If you need anything, or want to ask something but don’t want to tell dad, then you can talk to me, okay?” You told him. He smiled a little, and nodded. By the following week, Damian was stuck to your side and got upset whenever you had to leave for your own home, and your father jokingly begged you to stay so he didn’t have to deal with Damian’s tantrum after you’d left. You fixed this separation anxiety by giving Damian a phone to call you whenever and having sleepovers at the house on the weekends.

Knowing how close you and Damian were, the biggest sign that something was up when you arrived as that you didn’t greet Damian right away. “What’s going on?” Bruce asked you. He instantly saw the anxiety in you rise, your hands rubbing together and shuffling in your chair. “What’s wrong?” He fussed.

“Firstly… I’m pregnant.” You told him, cracking a smile as you said it, and your dad quickly grinned as well getting up and hugging you tightly.

“That’s good news, isn’t it?” He said and you nodded.

“Yeah, I’m stoked, but… I don’t know how to tell Damian.” You explained, and Bruce instantly understood. You had explained Damian’s mind set to him so he understood why he acted in certain ways and could help if you weren’t around. He didn’t like new people due to trust issues, and he was especially rough on new members of the family, due to his fear of being forgotten and neglected, and he needed assurance that he was still loved, and all this meant is that he had someone new to talk to, someone new to love, and that helped him open up more. Lastly, those he cared about, he was very attached to, and it was clear you were top of that list, even above Bruce. A baby would set off all of these issues. “I don’t want him to feel like he’ll have to compete with the baby, or that I won’t love him anymore, especially when the baby is actually born and I’ll have to take time away to actually look after the baby and I won’t see him as much… I don’t want him to feel like shit and hate his niece or nephew.” You explained your worries.

“What did you do last time something similar happened?” Bruce reminded, making you sigh but nod.

“Damian?” You called, knocking on his door. The door soon opened, and Damian grinned up at you, and you smiled before Damian hugged you, wrapping his arms around your waist, and you kissed the top of his head, hugging him back. “I got something big to tell you.” You told him. He looked up.

“Is it bad news?” He asked. You faltered a little.

“No. It’s not, but I don’t think you’ll like it when you first hear it.” You told him. Damian pouted, but let you in his room, and he sat on his bed, and you came and sat beside him.

“Is father adopting someone else?” He asked. You laughed lightly, but shook your head.

“No, but there is gonna be a new member to the family soon.” You told him.

“Father got someone pregnant?”

“Why do you always presume the worst from dad?” You asked, making him cheekily giggle. “No, he didn’t… but I am pregnant.” You told him. Damian’s expression instantly shifted.

“You’re having a baby?”

“Yeah.” You told him softly, wanting to keep his calm behaviour as much as possible. What you weren’t expecting was his confused expression.

“How?” He asked. Ah yes, you forgot, he was made through… abnormal ways, and Talia never really told him about the birds or the bees.

“Have they not got around to that at school yet? I swear I learnt about sex when I was your age.” You commented.

“You had sex? Ew!” Damian stuck his tongue out, making you laugh. So he had learnt about it, they’d just not told him yet about how the two things connected… You leant back, resting on your arms. “That’s how you make a baby?”

“Yep.”

“Where’s the baby?” He asked. Wow, you really needed to sit down with him at some point and give him a proper rundown on the whole thing. You pointed to your belly and poked it softly.

“In here.” You told him.

“A baby won’t fit in there.”

“It’s only 4 months old right now. It’s the size of an avocado, it’s still growing.” You told him. “It’s got another 5 months in the oven before it’s ready to come out, and they’ll be about the size or a watermelon when it’s ready to come out.” You explained. You laid down properly on his bed and flattened your shirt, showing a bit of swelling of your belly that wasn’t there last time Damian checked.

“Your belly’s gonna be huge.” He commented, making you hum. There was a silence for a second. “Does it hurt? Growing a human?”

“Not right now. I’m getting morning sickness but it’s not too bad. But when I get bigger it’ll be harder to walk, it’ll hurt my back and such… and then there’s the actual birth. That’s really bad.” You told him.

“It sounds dangerous.” He grumbled. You sat up, leaning on your arms again. “Is it?”

“...Yeah. I’m out of the time where I’m most likely to miscarry and lose the baby, but it’s still a possibility, but there’s other things. It changes my entire body and how it works. I might get clots which are dangerous, I might not be able to push the baby out and might need to be cut open to get it out… there’s probably hundreds of things that can go wrong, but they’re unlikely. My doctor’s always making sure everything is okay and if they’re worried that I might be of risk of something, then they’ll come up with solutions.” You explained to him.

Damian sat up properly, crossed his legs and looked onto his lap. You sat up properly as well and leant down to try and look at his face. “Damian, talk to me. Tell me what’s going through your head.” You asked softly.

“You said you’d look out for me… when I first came here…” He mumbled. You sighed, putting a hand on his back and rubbing it.

“I know it’s gonna be a lot to adjust to, and this is gonna be different from getting a new brother or sister, since this is your nephew or niece, but we’ve got a few months before the baby arrives to go through any questions you have and to prep so you know what to expect… babies are hard work and that means when it’s first born I might not be able to be around as much, but once it settles down…”

“You’re vulnerable right now, right? You’re making a baby, that means if you get hurt both you and the baby will be hurt?” He asked, looking up. You nodded. “Then I’ll look after you. Like how you always look after me. It’s my turn now.” He told you sternly, full of determination. That was new, and it made you laugh out of shock if anything, before you calmed down to a smile. “And you said babies are hard work when they’re born- what if you moved in while the baby is still little and we’ll all help- I’ll make Jason do all the dirty work.” He told you, making you laugh again.

“Okay, I’ll think about it.” You told him. “I’m surprised you’re taking it so well, I was worried that you’d feel like you were being replaced or something.” You told him.

“I’m the baby’s uncle, so it’s my job to protect her.”

“Her?” You raised an eyebrow. “You think it’s a girl?” You asked. He nodded. “Okay, tell you what, if it is a girl, I’ll let you name her.”

“It is a girl.” He said, convinced.

“We’ll see. Now come on, lets see how the others react to the news.”

Everyone was pretty surprised when they learnt of how well Damian had took the news, and even more how committed he was to both you and the baby. He was bugging you on a near daily basis since the announcement about when you were gonna move in so he could look after you, and so at 6 months you did so, mostly because of your other brothers and sisters begging you to just to shut him up, and as soon as you agreed to pack some bags, Damian became even more attached. He followed you around the house to make sure you were okay, only leaving you alone when he was at school or when he was on night duty (which he’d talked his father into reducing so you weren’t alone in case something happened). He asked any and all questions to you, your midwife, Alfred and Bruce to find out everything he should and could know, and also to know what he could do to help.

“Is she ready to come out yet?” Damian asked every morning starting when you reached 9 months. He asked it when he brought you breakfast in bed which started at 8 months. He would come and sit beside you and talk with you while you ate, and if he didn’t have school he would stay with you, help you do some exercise and stretches and helped put together the temporary nursery in the manor for when the baby arrived. However by this point the nursery was ready, and he had packed a hospital bag with you, so now it was all relaxing and waiting. However, this morning was special. Your due date was just a little less than a week away, and you’d woken up…

“I think I had a contraction earlier.” You informed him. He immediately perked up, both in excitement but also terror of ‘oh god it’s actually happening’. “Relax, okay? I’ll have breakfast and then we’ll go get Alfred, labour can take hours and I think it’s going to take a while for the little one to come out.”

Damian was shuffling every few seconds as you ate at your own pace, taking breaks when a contraction hit, though they were ages away from each other. “Want me to get the bag?”

“You can get it when I’m getting dressed okay?” You told him calmly as you finished your drink, before you swung your legs over the bed, and Damian bolted to get the bag, and poked his head out of the door.

“Y/N is having contractions!” He called into the house, making you chuckle as you heard feet thundering and knocking on the door to make sure you were okay. Damian opened the door, shoving everyone out and taking the bag with him. You got dressed, leaving the room with everyone ready.

It took quite a while for your water to break at the hospital, but when it did things definitely started to speed up, and the midwife asked who you’d like in the room during the birth. “Damian..?” You turned to your brother, who already looked scared whenever a contraction hit and could tell you were in pain. “Would you like to wait outside?”

“What-no! What if something happens?” He panicked. You shushed him, reaching out and holding his hand.

“Damian, I can see you’re getting upset, and it’s just going to upset you more when it’s time to push… it’ll be okay, I promise… dad will look after me, okay?” You told him. He looked up at Bruce who smiled reassuringly. “It’ll be okay… you picked a name if it’s a girl?”

“...Yeah it's a surprise though… and it is a girl.” He told you, making you laugh at little. He was still insistent on it being a girl. Dick led him out, followed by Jason, Steph, Cas and Tim, leaving you with Alfred and Bruce.

“Okay, lets get this show on the road.” You said, making both your dad and adoptive grandfather chuckle, taking your hands.

Damian was practically sat right outside the door waiting for the all clear that he could come back in. He heard your cries in pain and that made him shuffle and look up to his other siblings. “She’ll be alright, right?”

“Yeah, she’s fine buddy. This is normal, birth just hurts like a bitch.” Stephanie told him.

“More than a broken bone?”

“Try multiple at once.” She answered, seeing the boy gulp and looked down a little but still looking at the door. Jason came over, kneeling down and putting his arms around his little brother softly, remembering how you’d do it with him. For once Damian didn’t shrug him off.

“She’ll be okay, Damian. She’s tough, she’s your sister after all. She’ll be fine.” He assured him. He heard a very soft mumble of an okay in response. It was then that Damian perked up. “What’s up.”

“She’s stopped screaming.” He said. Everyone stood, and Damian scrambled up. Everyone waited in silence until the door opened, being greeted by Alfred. He smiled, and let them in. Damian ran at almost full speed, stopping just as quickly as he saw you. Your hair was stuck to your face from sweat, but you were smiling and holding a little bundle of blankets. He heard the little noises coming from inside the blankets.

“Wanna meet your niece?” You asked him with a tired soft voice. Damian’s eyes lit up.

“I was right?”

“Sure was.” You grinned. Damian bounced over to your side, Bruce stepping to the side so he could be closer, Damian resting his head on your shoulder to look at the baby. Bruce put his hand on his son’s shoulder. Jason came and sat on the end of the bed, Dick leaning on the bed frame at the end, Tim and Stephanie going beside Alfred and Cassandra stood beside Bruce, trying to sneak peak, and Bruce once again moved to the side so she could be closer as well, not able to see over Damian’s shoulder. “So, what name did you pick?” You asked.

“Amelia. It means trustworthy and beautiful in Arabic… I know she’s not-”

“I like that name. I really love it.” You told him. “Do you want to hold her?” You asked him.

“I can do that?”

“Yeah, come here.” You told him, shuffling over slightly and patted the bed, and Damian jumped up, and you carefully handed your daughter to him, and both you and Bruce helped him figure out how to hold her.

“She’s tiny. She feels really light.” Damian was whispering as he looked down at his niece.

“I’m holding her next.” Dick spoke up.

“Yeah good luck getting Amelia off of Damian.” Tim said, watching as Damian was too focussed on the baby, tickling her cheek.

Hope you like it! If you have any questions, please send them in!

*Not my gif

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astralis01 · 4 years

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Batsis Headcanons

-Being the oldest in the family is tiring. “Jay, please don’t strangle Rich.” “Timmy, bro, don’t cook ramen in coffee.” “Dami, please put away your katana. He did not question your honor.”

-You had made Alfred an apron that says ‘Batman is nothing without Alfred’. He still wears that apron to this day with a lot of pride.

-As the first and oldest member of the Bat clan, it is duty as official babysitting. “(Y/n), please. I need to go to the meeting.” “Dad, I have to go to work and you have two grown-ass adults in your home. Tell them.”

-When Dick came at first from the circus, it was taken up by (Y/n) to calm down Dick if he had any nightmares about his parents death.

-Slowly, as he started smiling more, he was thrown into the turmoil of being Robin. So, alongside with Batman and (H/n), there was a little bundle of happy traffic lights. Seriously, Bruce.

-As he started making friends in the hero community, you also started meeting his friends. You’re absolute favourites had to be Roy Harper and Wally West. They were allowed in the manor without any bounds so there was chances that you would walk on something. “What did I walk onto?” “(N/n), tell Wally to give my pants back,” “The hell. Give him his pants,Wall”

-Then Barbara came along to be Batgirl. You were seriously glad that she was along you. Though, you now had to deal with a lot of flirting from Dick and Barbara.

-Both of you became best friends in record amount of time.

-Dick had a fight with Bruce, that resulted in both of them falling out, you comforted him. He went on to become Nightwing, with the horrible costume. You still relentlessly tease him. “So, you grew out of your green scale panty phrase.” “Please, just go away.” “So, how much did the criminals fear you in Discowing.” “Shut up.”

-You had known Jason before he had tried to steal the tyres of the Batmobile. “Hey, I’m (Y/n). Do you want to come with me to the burger place?” “Why are you helping me?”

-He was suspicious at first but he warmed up soon enough and then one night Bruce comes in with Jason in the manor. “Jay, what are you doing here?” “He adopted me.” “Wait, you two know each other?????????”

-After training from Dick, Bruce and you, he became the next Robin. It was safe to say, you both put a new meaning to the term ‘Dynamic Duo’.

-Then, you heard the news of Barbara becoming paralyzed from waist down because of the Joker and you were tempted to hurt him again, badly.

-While you were away with Dick with the Teen Titans, Jason ran away and when you arrived, all you saw was Jason’s dead body.

-You were furious to say at least. You wanted to hunt the Joker like some kind of animal but you knew you shouldn’t. So, you left him in a full body cast and left Gotham for a while.

-During this time, you went to the League of Assassins. There, you saw your dad’s another of his biological offspring, Damian. You trained with him for a while, becoming close with him and then left the League.

-When you returned, you saw that your dad was training another kid to be Robin. You could not bear with that. You had already lost a brother you could not let another child die.

-You protested a lot but then Tim told you how much he wanted to be Robin, so you agreed. But seriously, who can say no to Timmy’s puppy eyes.

-During your time away, you had no one to remind you to take care of yourself so your habits kinda worsened a lot.

-Timmy was your coffee and computer buddy. “Go to sleep Timmy.” “Says the one who has not touched the bed in two days. Hypocrite.”

-One night, you encountered the Red Hood that your father and Tim had been chasing for a while. It did not take even ten minutes for you to figure out his identity. “Jay?” “What the absolute f**k?”

-You dragged him off to your apartment and then demanded he tell you the whole story. That night, you cried for the third time in your life.

-Jason and you were again working together like earlier you had been. Though, you mostly worked from the shadows.

-After a confrontation between Jason and Bruce, they agreed on working together again.

-Then came along Stephanie. The next Robin. She was like Dick but blonde and a girl. Dick and Stephanie had to meet according to you but then she faked her death.

-After that was Cass. A former assassin whom you had worked alongside with in the League. You loved Cass and she was officially and legally your new sister.

-Then came along Damian. Damian was in a nut of whom Jason was. You never said that allowed, fearing the circumstances. Damian came along and was stuck to you, hissing at anybody who tried to come near you.

-Jason, Tim and Dick, all of them hissed back at him while you got away and spent some time with Cass, away from angry snakes.

-One night, Joker and Scarecrow were working together and you got captured by both of them. Scarecrow dosed you with his fear toxin but it was not the effect they were looking for.

-You started beating up the Joker and he was almost close to death when you were stopped. When you were asked why did you do so you replied, “I have no fear. That was just payback to the Joker for what he has done to my family.”

-There was one rule in Gotham, nobody rapes or abuses any person, (H/n) will go after you. That has been proved numerous times.

-You never had a boyfriend that lasted long enough because of your ginormous intimidating family standing behind you.

-Overall, they are your idiots and you were not going to exchange these idiots for the world.

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mainlyabatfamandnct-geek · 3 years

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Hello everyone! My name is yumeko but you can call me yu (though some ppl prefer to call my yume dk y)! This is my first ever post on here and I thought I would introduce myself and what kind of acc this is....

I do....

batfam memes

avengers memes

imagines?

preferences?

headcanons?

I do take requests if you have any so feel free to ask away!

!!!Important!!!

This acc is a safe place for all people and I will not tolerate ppl who seek to putdown, make fun, harm, harrass, etc etc others and I WILL REPORT YOU WITHOUT MERCY

Pls dont come at me my writing kinda sucks sometimes (more like all the time) ehehehe

Also can we just appreciate that there is a place in Turkey called Batman? Idk if its actually shaped like a bat but my friend sent this to me AND I CANT

~yu

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book-place · 2 years

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Welcome Home

Warnings: guns, kidnapping, mentions of drinking and being drunk, running away, a little bit of violence, let me know if I missed any :)

Pairings: Batfamily x batsis!reader

*not my gif*

Summary: You were the one to make the decision to run away all of those years ago, so you really have no one to blame but yourself for the situation you now find yourself in

A/N: This took me a long time- please let me know if you enjoy it

Please don’t plagiarize my work, you may reblog if you like but I’m asking that you don’t steal my hard work

You slowly opened your eyes with a muffled groan, your brain seemed to be trying to pound its way out of your skull.

When your eyes were finally able to squint open, you looked around, trying to assess your location because you didn’t remember the last thing that happened to you.

Your first guess was that you ended up going to a party and got blackout drunk, which would explain the headache and amnesia you were experiencing, until you realized that you were tied to a chair in an unfamiliar room.

Your eyes finally fully snapped open and your still throbbing head whipped around in a mix of utter confusion and fear. Your hands and feet were tied behind you so tightly that you could feel your circulation being cut off, and the piece of duct tape over your mouth was making it hard to breathe in your panicked state.

The room that you were in was dark except for what seemed to be a very bright spotlight shining directly at you. The room was big enough and ceilings were high enough to where you guessed that you were in some sort of warehouse.

“Oh good, she’s awake.” An unfamiliar man walked out from the shadows and into the light right in front of you, the smirk on his face sent shivers down your spine. “I was beginning to worry that my men had killed you.”

You only stared at him, eyes wide. Even if you wanted to say something, the large piece of tape over your mouth prevented you from doing so. If it wasn’t there though, you probably still wouldn’t have been able to say anything out of fear.

Then it all came back to you.

You had been out on a walk, trying to soak in the first spring days sunshine and warmth, when all of a sudden five men were blocking your path.

You could proudly say that you were able to fight four of them off before the fifth one snuck up behind you and knocked you out with something hard and heavy.

“I will admit though,” the creepy man continued, smiling a smile that made you want to cry from the sheer horror you were feeling, “You put up a very good fight…” he paused and no matter how much you wanted to, you couldn’t look away, “But I suppose being trained by Batman will do that for you.”

Whatever color had remained in your face had now been drained of it and your eyes went even wider.

He let out an evil chuckle, “Oh, or should I say Bruce Wayne?” He seemed to have been getting joy from the look on your face, “Oh yes, Miss. Wayne, I know all about your father. It’s not that hard to figure out really… but I won’t bore you with the details.”

The tape across your mouth was the only thing keeping your jaw from dropping.

It was true, you had been able to hold off those men because you were trained by Bruce, your father.

You had been a Batgirl, like all your sisters had been, after your mother dropped you off on Bruce’s front step, claiming that you were his daughter. Except you didn’t go on to become your own hero after Batgirl, you just went on.

You had moved on with your life when you realized that running around in a Halloween costume every night wasn’t the life for you. You could be so much more, do so much more.

Not to mention how bad the city of Gotham was. It was dirty, and always full of crime, and that was not the kind of place that you wanted to live your life.

You knew how much your family would protest if they had known that you planned to leave, your father, sisters, and brothers. But it wasn’t their decision, it was yours.

One night while you knew they would all be on patrol, you stayed home claiming not to feel well, then you deactivated all of the trackers that your father had on you and your things, and you left Gotham. Never looking back.

Of course you missed your family more than anything, but you couldn’t live the life that they lead any longer. For once in your life you did something for yourself without worrying about the effects that it had on the others.

When you left you changed your name to Y/n L/n to ensure that your family of detectives never found you.

You had left five years ago, leaving behind your two big brothers and two little brothers, and your sisters who all lived separately, to desperately want to know where you were and why you left them.

While you were away, you stayed away from any and all news that had to do with the city of Gotham, knowing that your family would always find a way to be on it. Whether it be for your siblings doing something stupid, your father donating to another charity, or just because they were the Waynes.

Either way, you knew that if you started watching it, you would get even more homesick and go back. Which was something you couldn’t do to yourself.

“And of course you’ll be wondering why you’re here now. But it’s a bit boring really, just a score to settle with your father” He continued after waving his hand dismissively, “See, I know that you tried to leave Gotham behind you all those years ago. And I also know that you have not seen your family in any of that time or had any form of contact with them… As far as they know, Miss. Y/n Wayne dropped off the face of the earth five years ago.”

Your heart dropped to your toes. No matter how he knew this, he was right. Your family didn’t know whether you were alive or dead.

When you left, some part of you must have subconsciously banished all thoughts like that from your head so you wouldn’t worry so much about it.

He strided over to you and quickly tore the piece of tape off of your mouth, ignoring the small yelp that you let out, “Anything you would like to say, Miss. Wayne?”

You paused, trying to find your voice, looking up at him before you finally asked quietly, “Where am I?”

Then, he grinned a grin to rival the Jokers, “Welcome back to Gotham, Miss. Wayne.”

-•-

“Okay, you remember your lines?” The man asked in a joking manner that was actually anything but that.

You stayed silent, only looking at him as he set up the camera in front of you, the piece of tape was back on your mouth, which is what made him think that his joke was the funniest thing ever.

This made his grin drop, “Smile.” He warned before turning the camera on with a click, the top corner lighting up red to prove it, you quickly dropped your head.

He walked in front of the camera and next to you and clapped his hands together in front of him before giving a goofy wave, “Hello there, Batman-or do you prefer to go by Bruce? I never know!”

You kept your eyes trained on the floor, remembering his plan that he told you. And to tryand make up for your scared and weak behavior before, you decided to do everything in your power to go against what he told you he wanted. And that started with not allowing yourself to look up.

-•-

Tim groaned, spinning in his chair slowly and lazily, his head lolled over the back as it gently rocked back in forth while he kept spinning.

Jason was cleaning his gun for the fifth time in twenty minutes.

Steph was hanging upside down on the couch, trying to hold her breath for longer than five minutes.

Barbra sat at the computer, playing a game of snake with her head resting in her hand.

Dick was playing with a soccer ball he found, kicking it off of the walls and trying to make it come back to him.

Cass sat in the center of the floor, silently meditating with her legs crossed and arms gently resting against them.

Damain was gently trying to teach Bat Cow how to speak, by using simple words like ‘imbecile’ and ‘absurd’.

Even Bruce was there, sitting in a chair in front of one of the computers, tossing his cowl in the air and catching it again.

To say that it had been a slow night would be an understatement.

All of them had been patrolling for about five hours with absolutely nothing happening, not even any jaywalking.

It was like all of the crime in the city of Gotham packed up and moved out over the course of a day.

Don’t get them wrong, it’s not like they actually wanted there to be crimes going on, but when it didn’t they were forced to sit in the Batcave and be bored out of their minds.

“Okay,” Bruce said, finally standing up, “I think we can call it a-“

He got cut off by a loud beeping coming from the tv, causing all of the vigilantes in the room to jump at least a foot in the air.

An image popped onto the screen showing an incoming video.

Barbra furrowed her eyebrows, knowing that the only people that could do that to the bat computer also have their phone numbers so they wouldn’t need to do that.

Her and Bruce exchanged a look before he nodded, letting her know to let the video go through.

A grinning face of an unfamiliar man popped onto the screen, making everyone in the room quickly stop whatever they were doing and run over and crowd around the screen.

“Is it-“ Bruce started.

“Yes,” Babs cut him off, furiously typing away while trying to figure out where this video was coming from and how it got on their screen, “It’s live.”

“Can he-“

“No,” she cut him off again, “He can’t see us.”

“Hello there, Batman-“ The man then paused and laughed maniacally to himself, “Or do you prefer to go by Bruce? I never know!” He threw his hands up innocently.

“Wh-how?” Jason stuttered out, only to be shushed by six other people.

He rolled his eyes and crossed his arms, “Fine, a random stranger knows the old man's identity, excuse me for worrying.”

Everyone ignored him though and tried to lean impossibly closer to the screen.

“I suppose that you’ll be wondering why I’m talking to you, though.” He continued, “Well it goes like this,” his smile dropped, “I have a score to settle with you. My father is in Arkham because of you, and I want my revenge.”

Jason squinted, “He does look kind of like Bane, come to think of it.”

He was once again shushed though.

His smile once again returned, “So, I sat and started thinking to myself: hmmm, how do you get revenge on vengeance himself?” He put a hand to his chin and pretended to think, then held up a finger as if a lightbulb went off. “The answer was simple, of course. Take the person he loves most.”

Dick looked down at himself and patted his stomach, “Nope, I think I’m still here. This guy is wack, B.”

“Shh!” Jason shushed him childishly as their other siblings glared at Dick threateningly and Cassandra smacked his arm.

“And of course by now you’ll be wondering what I mean by that.” His voice now turned a pitch higher, “All of your children are with you, are they not? And your butler is upstairs cleaning the floor of mud!”

Everyone seemed to pale slightly, because it was true.

Just a couple of moments ago, Alfred had come into the batcave and scolded all of them for tracking mud through the house. He then proceeded to tell them that he would be cleaning it up for now, but next time it happened he would be making them clean it up.

The man, who the family was beginning to grow very annoyed with, fake gasped, “But how could you forget? After all this time, how could you forget who you miss more than anyone in the world, Brucie old boy?”

Bruce’s eyes widened, and his mouth opened a little bit as his children slowly started coming to the same realization as him, “No.” He whispered out in horror, his wide eyes never leaving the screen.

“In case you’re feeling a little slow today, Batsy, I’ll let you in on a little secret,” he leaned closer to the camera and started whisper yelling, “Her name is Y/n Wayne.”

Right no cue he moved out of the way and showed your tied up form.

Barbra, Dick, and Tim each let out a gasp.

Jason, Bruce, Damain, and Cass stared at the screen with wide, unbelieving eyes.

Steph, who was still holding her breath, finally released it and fell into a coughing fit. Cass was the only one who seemed to notice, and reached over to pat the blonds back, not even taking her eyes away from the screen.

The man looked back at you and a hard look came over his face, “I told you to smile for the camera.”

He quickly reached back and yanked your head up by the hair, causing you to let out a yelp of pain, which was muffled slightly by the piece of tape that was still over your mouth.

Everybody who was watching clenched their hands as their faces hardened as they watched him do that.

It was you.

After all these years it was you.

And they had no idea where you were.

Right away, Tim pushed everyone out of the way and immediately jumped into the other chair at the desk and began furiously typing away at a different computer, as Babs did the same at her own computer.

“Hurry up.” Jason said gruffly, tightly gripping his gun, and this time nobody shushed him.

The man still held a hard glare on his face as he looked down at you and sneered.

Your wide eyes finally found the camera, where you now knew, or were at least told, that your family was watching.

“Found her!” Tim and Barbra pretty much screamed at the exact same time, Tim quickly standing up and Barbra continued to type away.

Everyone looked to Bruce, who was yet to take his eyes away from you, waiting for instructions.

Jason looked like he was about to march out of the cave by himself to go find you before his adopted father finally spoke, this time as Batman, not Bruce, “Spoiler, Orphan, Red Robin, the three of you will hold off any guards that will most likely be there,” He knew that you wouldn’t have gone down without a fight, and that the one guy in front of him wasn’t enough to do that.

He continued once the three nodded, “As for Robin, Red Hood, and Nightwing, you will all come with me to where that psychopath is holding…” His authoritative voice faltered, “Where he’s holding Y/n.”

Once everyone nodded, he continue, “Oracle, you’ll hack into the cameras and let us know what’s going on.”

She nodded as well and everyone began getting ready.

Each of them secretly took a deep breath to try and prepare themselves for what was to come.

Soon enough, but what seemed like hours to them, Bruce was in the batmobile with Damain, Tim, and Dick. Jason was on his motorcycle while Steph and Cass shared one of their own.

“Not much is happening.” The redhead informed them from her wheelchair in the cave, “He’s rambling about how you put his father in the asylum, B… n/n seems fine for now.”

That seemed to make everyone feel the tiniest bit better.

“…father?” Damain hesitantly asked from the back, his voice uncharacteristically soft. Bruce hummed in acknowledgment, not taking his eyes away from the street he zoomed down, “Will L/n be joining us back at the manor?”

Bruce didn’t respond, instead pressed the gas pedal even harder, the silence deafening.

All they could do for now was hope and pray that you held out for just a little bit longer.

-•-

You had long since tuned out your kidnapper who was rambling about one thing or another.

Your mind was elsewhere, wondering about if your family was actually watching this right now.

You also knew that if they were, then they would’ve found where you were a while ago, they did have Babs and Tim after all.

But then you were struck with a horrible thought. One that made your heart squeeze in your chest until it felt like it was killing you.

What if they weren’t… there anymore?

What if after all this time away, something horrible happened to any one of them?

Something that they couldn’t walk away from?

And then it was like another sharp knife was lodged into your chest, what if they didn’t want to come?

You were, after all, the one who left. Without telling anybody or giving them any reason.

You hadn’t even tried to reach out to them for all of those years.

Those thoughts made you so sick to your stomach that you were half debating vomiting on your psychotic kidnapper if you could somehow get the tape off of your mouth

Just as you were about to explore that thought more, the sound of screaming followed closely by an explosion was heard throughout the room, causing you and the still unnamed man to snap your heads in the direction of where you thought the door was.

The man smirked, “Here they come.” He said in a singsong voice.

He began to make his way back into the shadows, and right before he did so you noticed him grab something out of his pocket.

A gun.

You paled even more as he disappeared from sight.

But of course it wasn’t you that you were worried about, it was whoever was causing all of the chaos outside.

The sliver of hope that you felt that your family would come disappeared. And now it was replaced with the selfish hope for it to be anyone but your family out there. Anyone but them.

You didn’t know if that was just because of the gun, or because you also didn’t want them to confront you about leaving.

The sound of a door being kicked open banged through the room, cutting through the silence like a knife.

You looked up and glared against the bright light that still beat down on you relentlessly.

The sound of multiple footsteps running your way were heard.

-•-

Steph, Tim, and Cass were doing their job of holding off all of the guards so that Bruce, Dick, Jason, and Damain could all slip into the room that Barbra told them you were in.

They didn’t know how the three distractions were able to cause an explosion, but they also learned a long time ago not to question what happened when those three were around.

Once they got to the door that Oracle led them to, Jason kicked the it in with more force than necessary, especially considering it was unlocked, which no one even made fun of him for this time. Their minds were all elsewhere.

They all quickly ran into the room, and it didn’t take long before their eyes landed on you for the first time in five years, that wasn’t through a camera.

You had clearly heard them, but all the bright lights surrounding you made it impossible to see into the darkness around you.

As they ran towards you they noticed things that they had been too shocked to see while watching the video.

Your hair was a tangled mess, revealing that it hadn’t been brushed in a while, so who knows how long you had been here before the video was taken.

You also had a dark bruise around one of your eyes, and the way you were leaning over, they figured you were injured on your ribs too.

Both of those things made their jaws clench even tighter.

Your eyes widened from their glaring position as soon as they came bounding into the light.

-•-

They had changed so much.

So much, yet you knew who was who right away.

Call it sisterly/ daughterly instinct.

Your father had his suit upgraded, probably by either Alfred or Babs.

Dick had also had his suit upgraded, and it was no longer that old time disco one that you would always tease and make fun of him for.

Damain had grown taller, and had more muscle than last time, which only proved how much he aged since the last time you had seen him.

And though Jason had a new suit, and probably hero name, altogether, you automatically knew that it was your big brother, even though he as well had grown and gained more muscle.

They slowed to a stop in front of you, and time seemed to freeze for a moment as you all looked at one another, taking each other in.

Dick was the first one to snap out of his daze and quickly rushed over to you, pulling you into a hug that you couldn’t recouparte due to your hands still being tied behind you.

“I missed you so much.” He whispered in your ear so only you could hear.

As much as you wanted to say something, tell him that you missed him more than he would ever know, you again couldn’t.

He saw this and quickly reached up and ripped off the duct tape, wincing and apologizing as you flinched.

You looked behind your eldest brother to see Bruce open his mouth and was about to say something, but you quickly cut him off, “He’s still in this room.”

Although it felt like you had just used your voice moments ago to ask where you were, your voice was still scratchy and hoarse as if it hadn’t been used in days.

The men quickly put their guard back up and drew their weapons. Damain with a katana, Dick with two batons, Bruce with a batarang (which you had amazingly named all those years ago), and Jason with a gun.

You had no idea how the last one got past Bruce, but at the moment you weren’t really complaining.

The sound of a gun cocking, that wasn’t Jasons, filled the vast room, bouncing off the walls, making it impossible to tell which direction it was coming from.

Damain quickly rushed to join Dick with standing next to you, sword raised and ready to fight at any given second.

The sound of the man's laughter filled the room, “You think you can protect her? Even if you could, you think she wants your protection?” He was trying to mess with their heads, “SHE was the one who left, after all. Without giving you a reason, much less a goodbye.”

Even with the cowl on, it was clear that Bruce’s eyes were ablaze in rage.

He then stepped out of the shadows, gun raised and pointed straight at Bruce. “While you spent years looking for her, she spent years trying to not be found, running away. Have you ever stopped to ask yourself why that was?”

-•-

Of course he had asked himself it it.

He’s thought about it every day for five years.

Wondering what he did wrong, what led you to run away without any explanation.

He beat himself up over it for years, completely heartbroken by your leaving, as he knew his other children were as well.

Right now though, as he stared down the barrel of the gun, all he could think about was that he just got you back. And he wasn’t going to let you go. He would protect you and the rest of his kids until his dying day, even if that day was today.

Bruce hadn’t even meant for his silence to be the answer to the man's question, but he was grinning, as if he won the lottery, “So it’s true then? I could only assume that she hadn’t told you she was leaving, but you just confirmed it for me.”

Bruce glanced back at you, but your eyes were trained on the man holding the gun, as if willing him and the gun to burst into flames with just the glare on your face.

He looked at his sons, hard looks on their faces, ready for anything that might come their way, then back to his daughter, and made a decision.

He stepped closer to the gun.

-•-

Your eyes widened as you watched your dad step closer to the psychopath holding the gun right at him.

“You have absolutely no right to talk to me about MY children.” He said, his voice never once wavering.

The man just laughed for what felt like the millionth time, “And you had no right to lock my father away. It is because of YOUR actions Bruce that led me to do this. And in front of your children nonetheless! So don’t forget, children, this is your fathers-“

He cut himself off as his eyes rolled back and he slowly fell forwards before landing in a heap on the ground.

Steph, Cass, and Tim all stood behind the man, the blonde one holding a pipe.

She rolled her eyes, discarding it to the side after hitting him on the back of the head with it, “He talks too much.”

The trio's eyes then landed on you and you all once again fell into a silence, staring at each other.

You cleared your throat, “Look, I know I have a lot of explaining to do, but-“

This time, you were the one being cut off, but not because of a pipe.

Bruce had barreled towards you and brought you into his arms in a bone crushing grip, hugging the life out of you.

You stumbled a bit, eyes wide, before hesitantly wrapping your arms around your father once you were sure that it was actually happening.

“Dad-“ You let out a sob, eyes filling with tears.

“Shh.” He shushed you, “It’s okay.”

Soon enough, Cass joined the hug, quickly followed by Dick, and then everyone else.

You stood there, embracing your family for the first time in five years, all of you with tears running down your faces for different reasons.

“Come on. I called Gordon and he’s outside ready to take this man to Arkham” Bruce said softly, pulling away after what seemed like hours of hugging, “Let’s get you back home and then we can talk.”

You smiled with still tears eyes, “Home. I like the sound of that.”

-•-

As soon as you stepped out of the batmobile and into the batcave, Barbra and Alfred were waiting for you.

The woman quickly rolled over to you and pulled you into a hug before letting Alfred bring you into a gentle one.

You pulled away, looking over at every single member of your family, who all looked back at you with smiles.

“Welcome home, Miss. Wayne.” Alfred said with a small smile.

And this time those words didn’t send shivers down your spine like they had when the man said them to you just earlier that day.

“So,” Dick piped up after a moment of comfortable silence, “What’s this I hear about Y/n being your favorite, Bruce?”

A/N: Should I write a part two following the aftermath of this one?

Next part here —> Now That You’re Home

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the-ink-of-roses · 3 years

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x reader !

the bats

dick grayson

mutual pining™ — ( she/her pronouns, second person pov, headcanon, 943 words )

jason todd

finding jason — ( platonic, headcanon, they/them pronouns, 912 words )

that bloody cold — ( she/they pronouns, second person pov )

tim drake

she's from gotham — ( she/her pronouns, second person pov, headcanon )

stephanie brown

a real scare — ( she/her pronouns, second person pov, 753 words )

batsibling ( basically batkids x sibling!reader )

graceless — ( she/her pronouns, second person pov )

im here dad — ( gender nuetral, second pov, 732 words )

damian wayne ( platonic only !! )

sister — ( she/her pronouns, headcanon, 1.4k words )

the supers

kon kent

rainy cold — (she/her pronouns, 410 words, second pov )

the speedsters

wally west

photogenic — ( they/them pronouns, 429 words, second pov )

the 100 tea party <3

told you so — stephanie brown

‘i dont mess with magic’ — zatana zatara

ice cream date — tim drake

coffee date — cassandra cain

i love you — kaldur'ahm

x oc !

young justice

goddess , post season two au-season three

non x reader !

waiting on a miracle — madrigals centric, angst, cross posted on ao3

#masterlist #dc x reader #battlenix

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xxmgdreamsxx · 7 years

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Take a hint

Reader Imagine. You round up your bat sisters to hang out and the boys obviously cause trouble so the three of you decide to teach them a lesson. Jason x Reader. Dick x Barbara. Tim x Stephanie. Enjoy!!

“ Look out!” You screamed as you watched in horror as the bag of chips almost decapitated your friend. Barbara quickly jumped out of the way, then ran to help you alongside Steph as she saw you sprawled out on the floor, surrounded by smushed bags of junk food. “Oh my god what happened Y/N?!!” It all started when you had decided to round up your fellow bat sisters at the manor for old times sake. Unfortunately Cass had to cancel as the new development in her mission led her to Croatia, so it was just you, Steph, and Babs. You guys had been having the time of your life in your old bedroom, blasting throwback songs and rapidly depleting the manor’s food supply. Being the backbone of the family, you took upon the task of sprinting downstairs to gather some more nourishment, before sprinting back upto your besties. When you turned the corner towards your room, you could hear that Hips Don’t Lie was currently playing from the speakers so you made a mad dash to get there as quickly as possible which led to you slamming the door open in an aggressive rage, tripping, all the food in your arms going up in slow motion, and a bag of doritos almost smacking your redheaded friend in the face. The two of them hauled you up and then you picked up all the food. “Ha sorry about crushing our carby dreams, just had to show y’all my hips didn’t lie.” you grinned sheepishly. “All good sis” Steph replied pulling you guys into a bear hug- “besides me and Barb know you’ve got the most truthful hips of all”. Snicker. “Your girlfriends are nutcases.” Smack “Shut up Damian, they can hear us.”

“ Um what was that.” you asked raising up your eyebrow. “Seems to me we’ve got some lurkers outside.” Barbara smirked, raising her voice so the idiots could hear. “See Damian, look what you did.” the unmistakable voice of Tim could be heard. “Oh zip it Drake” Damian snapped back. More muffled arguing. “That’s it.” you exclaimed, marching over to the door and swinging it open- Babs and Steph right behind you. “ What do you guys think your doing?” you inquired, hands on your hips, and putting on a death glare to scare them. The shook faces of Jason, Dick, Tim, and Damian looked back at you. “ Oh hey Y/N what do you mean?, we were just walking by.” Dick nervously chuckled. Oh my god. That boy is the worst liar on the face of the planet. “Dick how dumb do you think we are?” Barbara struck back. Dick immediately got all flustered-“ Oh what no, no sorry Babs, guys, I didn’- I don’t think your dumb. Sorry babe.” he said, his eyes pleading to Babs, hoping his girlfriend wouldn’t get mad at him. The boys were looking really uncomfortable right now and it took so much for the three of you to not burst out in laughter. You looked to your boyfriend, Jason, who hadn’t said anything yet. “So Jay, wanna volunteer another half-ass excuse as to why you and the other boy blunders were cutting in on our girl time?” Jason realized there was no way he was gonna get out of this one, so he tried to play it cool, putting on his signature smirk. “ Y/N sorry bout that.. it’s all Damian’s fault.” “SERIOUSLY?!?!” Dami yelled back. “Ok enough!” Stephanie broke in. “Do you people see this sign??!- your blonde haired friend gestured to the piece of paper on the door. NO BOYS ALLOWED( TRESPASSERS AND LURKERS WILL BE THROWN OFF OF WAYNE TOWER) “ So do ya see it, do ya Tim?!” she glared at the teen boy. “Yeah Steph- Tim mumbled meekly, blushing madly. “Seriously guys come on.” Babs scolded then looked at Dick “Don’t expect any fun time for the next two weeks.” “But babe..!” Dick whined. “Shut it Grayson.” “Same goes for you Red.” you told Jason. “Aw come on doll, lets not get too serious.” your boyfriend tried to win you over. You just glared at him. “Now it’s three weeks.” “Ha” Damian smirked, clearly enjoying himself, watching his older brothers suffer. Stephanie continued “And Tim- OH MY GOD I LOVE THIS SONG!!” You tuned in to the music that was still blasting and realized what song it was. “Guys OMG Guys!! It’s our song. Yaassss!!” you shrieked looking excitedly at the two girls. “Guys do we still remember our parts?” Barbara quickly asked. “Yes!!” you and Steph screamed in unison. The boys were just glancing at each other like what the hell is going on. Babs spoke” Ok guys. 1,2,3!”

“La la la la la la” the three of you sang skipping around each other. “Why I’m always hit on by the boys I never like? I can always see em coming from the left and from the right.” you sang. “ I don’t wanna be a priss I’m just tryna be polite but it always seems to bite me in the..” Babs continued. “Ask me for my number yeah you put me on the spot. You think that we should hook up but I think that we should not.” Steph sang twirling around you. You broke away from the two of them and walked a bit in front looking at Jason, and sang “You had me at hello, then you opened up your mouth.” “And that is when it started going south!” the three of you harmonized. Jason just stood there with his mouth open and Tim and Damian were laughing at him. All of you started the chorus. “ Get your hands off my hips before I punch you in the lips. Stop your staring at my HEY! Take a hint.” “Take a hint!�� you vocalized. Now it was Barbara’s turn to look at Dick while singing “No you can’t buy me a drink.” Dick stood there uncomfortable af and at this point, all of the batboys were too shook to mock him. “Let me tell you what I think” Steph got closer to Tim. “I think you could use a mint” “Take a hint! Take a hint!” Tim went beet red and breathed in his hand. Your turn again. “I guess you still don’t get it so let’s take it from the top.” “You asked me what my sign is and I told you it was stop.” Stephanie cut in. “ And if I had a dime for every name that you just dropped.” Barbara sang. “ YOU’D BE HERE AND I’D BE ON A YACHT! OH!” you guys sang jumping on the couch. “Get your hands of my hips fore I punch you in the lips” you burst out pointing at Jay. “ Stop your starin at my hey! Take a hint! Take a hint!” Babs glared at Dick. “ No you can’t buy me a drink, lemme tell you what I think!” “ I think you could use a mint take a hint. Take a hint!” all of you sang at the boys. The three of you spun around each other. “Take a hint! Take a hint! You sauntered over to Jason- “What about no don’t you get?”, bopping his nose. Babs went over to her Dick, tracing her finger around his chest. “So go and tell your friends.” Stephanie leaned in towards Tim then playfully shoved him back. “I’m not really interested.” You led the girls and marched away from you boyfriends before spinning around to face them. “It’s about time that your leaving.” you sang pointing to the door. “ I’m gonna count to three and” Stephanie sassed. “Open my eyes and you’ll be gooneee.” Babs joined in. With you in the middle, the three of you skipped over to the coffee table and you jumped on it. “One.” Stephanie warned. “Get your hands off my hips!” you sang stepping closer to the boys on the table. “Two.” Barbara followed. “Or I’ll punch you in the!” you went on. “Three!” Steph yelled. “Stop your staring at my hey! Take a hint! Take a hint!” you finished, twirling once before leaping of the table to join your friends. The three of you skipped around the room, holding hands, dancing, and twirling around the boys as you went through the last chorus together, belting out the words. “ I am not your missing link! Let me tell you what I think!I think you could use a mint, take a hint! Take a hint! WOOAAAHHHH! Get your hands off my hips, fore I punch you in the lips! Stop your staring at my HEY! Take a hint!” Y’all sauntered to the boys, pushing them towards the door while finishing. “La la la la la Take a hint! La la la la la!”- you slamming the door in their faces and locking it on the last note. “Yeah!” Steph yelled, high fiving the both of you. “Omg did you see their faces?!” Babs gushed. “ I swear Tim was about to faint and Dick and Jason are probably thinking we’re gonna break up with them.” you laughed. “Ha! Guys are so gullible. We totally owned them!” “Yeah fuck the patriarchy!” Steph exclaimed. “Guys we totally need to play Cellblock Tango now!!” you shrieked. “It was a murder but not a crime!” Barbara screamed.

All in all, the rest of the day was amazing. The three of you had a great time and you were so happy you got the chance to hang out with your sisters again. Of course establishing the fact that girls are vastly superior and showing your boyfriends’ who’s boss was yet another fun achievement to add to the day. As for the boys, the rest of the day went slightly different. After they had gotten kicked out of the room, Damian made an ill-timed joke about Jason which resulting in the vigilante throwing him over the staircase. Don’t worry, the little brat’s fine.( Jason’s words.) Dick raced up to his room, freaking out, and made a list of all the times he might’ve pissed off Barbara, making sure that she wouldn’t have a reason to break up with him. Just to be safe, he also ran to buy her flowers. Jason got a whole lecture from Bruce about how throwing your siblings over staircases is not the way to go when you need to vent. After that, Jason also started freaking out about Y/N. His way of an apology was to let you paint one of his helmets pink and that he’d have to wear it for a week of patrol. Tim probably took it the worst. That poor boy wrote Stephanie a letter telling her she was the best girlfriend ever and that he is sorry for leaving the toilet seat up that one time (The only thing Tim ever did wrong in their relationship, cuz lets be honest that boy’s a pure angel.) He even bought her a new waffle maker.

All three of them also embarrassedly went to the store to stock up on mints.

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Call Him Hers | Dean Winchester | pt 6

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pairing - Mark-of-Cain!Dean x plus-size!reader word count - 2,769 warnings - language, someone is an asshole to (Y/N)

(A/N) - find my Office reference lol

summary - (Y/N), Charlie, and the Winchesters are headed to the reunion! With a new friend and a hot outfit, (Y/N) is feeling pretty optimistic. Like Dean says, the night’s just gonna be fun. What could go wrong?

(previous) (next)

Charlie insisted on (Y/N) and Dean getting ready separately, just like she had the night they went out to the bars. (Y/N) knew now that Charlie was right and she couldn’t wear jeans and a flannel, so she reluctantly asked her what else she packed for her. “Well, your school colors are blue and white, right?” she asked. (Y/N) nodded. “Well, then I got you this.” She went in her bag and pulled out a short blue wrap dress with spaghetti straps and a deep neckline. (Y/N) clenched her jaw and raised her eyebrows.

“Seriously?” she said.

“You still don’t trust me?” Charlie said back. “Even after how Dean looked at you the other night?” (Y/N) groaned and surrendered, knowing she was right, as usual. She went to the bathroom to change, curl her hair, and add a bit of intensity to her makeup. She had only been in there for all of ten minutes when there was a knock at the door. She opened it, one hand still on her curling iron, to reveal Charlie. She immediately started wolf whistling at her, gawking and pretending to drool like she was a piece of meat.

“Get out before I suffocate you with hairspray,” (Y/N) said to her. Charlie blew her a kiss.

“Sam texted,” she said. “Dean’s gonna be ready in twenty. Me and Sam have to head out to get ready for the catering thing.”

“Okay,” she said. “Leave the door unlocked for Dean then. I’ll probably still be getting ready when he gets here.”

“Okay,” Charlie said with a nod. “Good luck tonight.” (Y/N) furrowed her eyebrows.

“Yeah,” she said slowly. “You too?”

“You know what I mean,” Charlie said.

“I really don’t,” (Y/N) said back.

Charlie groaned in annoyance. “If you don’t make a move on Dean, I’m gonna make one for you.” (Y/N) held her hands up with a short shake of her head.

“What does that even mean?”

Charlie opened her mouth to say something only to close it again.

“Right,” (Y/N) said with a slight chuckle. “Go. I’ll see you at the school.”

Once (Y/N) was alone, she grabbed her phone to play some music as she got ready. She had a playlist called Dean Approved that she would play when Dean was in the room. It wasn’t that she wasn’t a fan of the same music he was, but she’d be lying if she said she didn’t have some Demi Lovato marathons from time to time. But if Dean walked in and heard her playing Cool for the Summer, she wasn’t sure he’d ever let her live it down.

She finished adding some curls to her hair and braiding a headband across her head with a few sections just as her favorite Night Ranger song, Sister Christian started to play. She bounced on the balls of her feet as she danced around the bathroom, singing along to the song.

“Motorin! What’s your price for flight? *na na na na na na* And finding Mr Right?”

“Really?” (Y/N) jumped out of her skin and turned around to see Dean. She hadn’t been looking in the mirror, too busy going through her makeup bag, which was why she hadn’t seen him walk in.

“What?” she asked once she caught her breath.

Dean laughed. “Na na na na na na?”

“I like to sing to the instrumental,” she said, sticking her tongue out at him when he mocked the way she mimicked the guitar tune.

She leaned over the counter a bit, trying to get closer to the mirror as she applied her eyeliner. Dean had to bite his lips just so he wouldn’t moan at the way the fabric hugged her ass. He knew if she bent over anymore, he’d have a perfect view of her underwear.

Unless she wasn’t wearing underwear.

“Well,” Dean said, clearing his throat. “You are boner-ific.”

He made the joke to get his mind off the truth behind it.

“Ew,” she said, scrunching her nose up with a grin as she looked at his reflection. “Please don’t ever say that to me again.”

Dean laughed. “I’m just saying. You look good.” She capped her eyeliner and turned to look at Dean. He must’ve known her school colors too, because he was wearing royal blue slacks that perfectly matched her dress, a white button-up dress shirt, and some brown dress shoes.

“Well,” she said, composing herself a bit and reaching out to brush her hand across his shoulder. “You don’t look too bad yourself.”

She passed Dean to leave the bathroom and saw Charlie left her a pair of shoes. They were gold, strappy heels, and she sighed as soon as she saw them. “If I have to kick any ass tonight in these heels,” she said, “I will not be happy.”

“Don’t worry,” Dean said. “Tonight’s just gonna be fun. I can feel it.”

“Oh you can feel it?” she repeated sarcastically. “Well then I’m ready.” Dean rolled his eyes at her with a grin and grabbed her hand.

“C’mon,” he said. “I’m ready to show off my smokin’ wife.”

“You know,” she said, “your positivity is really ruining my cynical mood.” Dean just laughed, and the two of them headed off to school.

On the drive over, they ran through their game plan. They had talked with Charlie and Sam, and they split up the targets amongst themselves to observe throughout the night. She’d keep an eye on Jennifer and Chris, Dean would watch Ryan and Jojo, Charlie would watch Danny, and Sam would look out for anyone else who might look suspicious. The other two suspects (Jamie and Natasha) weren’t at the reunion, so they were really banking on one of these five being their vamp.

(Y/N) couldn’t lie. After her whole interaction with Jennifer, she was feeling more comfortable about going to the reunion. Nicole and Stephanie were nice to talk to, and it looked like things between her and Jennifer weren’t as horrible as they once seemed. Now that she could actually relax about the whole event, she hoped she’d be able to achieve a little bit more in terms of the job.

She and Dean walked inside the school and were immediately met with loud music. They were playing all the tunes that were the biggest hits when she graduated in 2005. After only being there for 15 minutes, they heard Beverly Hills by Weezer, Sugar, We’re Goin Down by Fall Out Boy, and My Humps by The Black Eyed Peas. There were some similarities to her prom, except she was much happier and had the best looking man on her arm.

The two of them got some drinks and made their way through the gym, looking at all the photos and paraphernalia Jennifer had managed to get together. Just like she had told her earlier in the day, Jennifer had done an awesome job organizing the event. Her senior class picture was blown up and hanging on the wall, and there were some other blown up prints that were scattered throughout the room. She recognized some of the events: the homecoming football game, her senior prom, the school’s musical, and spirit week. Some people had a great high school experience.

“(Y/N)! Dean!”

They both turned around and saw Nicole and Stephanie sitting at a table, so they smiled and headed over. “(Y/N) you’re looking hot,” Nicole said as they sat down. “Dean, you’re a lucky man.” Dean smiled -though it didn’t meet his eyes- and nodded.

Sure, he was a lucky man, but only until this job was over.

“I know,” he said. (Y/N) cocked her head to the side and looked at him, silently trying to ask him if he was okay. He just leaned forward and placed a kiss to her lips. She was a little caught off guard, but she hid it well. She knew her cheeks turned pink as he pulled away. She took a large sip of her drink and smiled at Nicole and Stephanie.

“So this looks great, right?”

The four of them chatted for a long time. Jennifer and Alec came over at one point to join them, and they all praised her on how well it was turning out. Most other people didn’t pay them any attention, and (Y/N) truthfully didn’t mind. Dean at one point stepped away to get more food (in actuality, just to chat with Sam) and Nicole and Stephanie both gave her sweet smiles. “What?” she asked with a laugh. “Why’re you looking at me like that?”

“Okay,” Stephanie laughed, holding her hands up, “I may not be attracted to men, but even I’ll say it. Dean’s smokin’.”

“And the way he looks at you,” Nicole gushed. “God. I’ve never seen anything like it.”

“You know,” (Y/N) said, gazing over at Dean, “Jennifer said the same thing. I just don’t see it.”

“Well,” Nicole said, “he only does it when you’re not looking. Sometimes he looks away like you’re two nervous teens and he doesn’t want to get caught. It’s completely endearing.”

As they were gazing over at Dean, (Y/N) caught a glimpse of Chris. He was looking around, and something about him was putting her off. When she saw him head for the exit, she excused herself from the table and casually went to follow him. She cursed her heels for clicking against the linoleum, and there was a part of her that was grateful when he left the school so her footsteps wouldn’t be as loud.

When Chris made his way down to the pool house, she felt her thigh holster just to make sure her knife was still where it needed to be. She couldn’t exactly carry a machete with her, so her knife soaked in vampire poison would have to do. She snuck into the pool house and grabbed her flashlight from her handbag, holding it up as she crept through the dark building. Rookie mistake, she thought, the minute something hard hit her over the head.

When Dean got back to the table, he was confused when (Y/N) wasn’t there. “Oh, I think she ran to the bathroom or something,” Nicole said with a wave of her hand. “She just stepped out, like, a minute ago.”

“Great,” Dean said. “Thanks.”

He left the gym, knowing the bathroom was probably the last place (Y/N) actually was. When he stepped out of the gym, he checked his phone and saw that he missed a text from her: Tailing Chris. Looks like pool house.

“Fuck,” Dean mumbled. He shot Sam and Charlie a quick text explaining what was happening and jogged down to the pool house.

He opened the door and walked in, keeping his flashlight off and his machete in hand, grateful he could hide the latter in his coat at the event. He knew she only had a knife with vampire poison, and he hoped she was able to survive with it.

Before he knew it, he was out cold.

She woke up tied to a pole in the pool house. Beside her, Dean was still unconscious. “Shit,” she mumbled to herself, fighting against the ropes she was tied with. “Dean.” She tried to speak loud enough to wake him up but quiet enough that whoever had captured her didn’t hear.

She heard someone come into the room and tensed, looking in the direction of the sound.

“How long have you been turned?” she asked as soon as Chris crept out of the shadows.

“Well,” he said sarcastically, tapping his finger against his chin, “how long has Amanda been missing?”

“Three weeks,” she answered.

“Then three weeks,” he said with a smile.

“How many are in your nest?” she asked. She was just trying to bide her time before Dean woke up and managed to get out his pocket knife and cut through his ropes. This was why she hated wearing dresses. No pockets for hiding tools!

“You really just want all my secrets, don’t you (Y/N)?” he asked with a grin.

“I guess so,” she said.

“Well, I hate to break it to you,” he said, “but I’m the only one left. A couple other hunters came by and killed off the rest of the nest.”

“Who were they?”

Chris shrugged. “Didn’t bother to learn their names before I killed them.”

Dean woke up then, and she and Chris both turned to look at him. “Well, good morning, Mr. Winchester,” Chris said, crouching in front of Dean. “I’ve heard so much about you. I’ve been dying to meet you.”

“Look man,” Dean said, shaking his head a bit to clear away the fuzziness in his brain, “I don’t swing that way.”

“Mm,” Chris said, standing up. “Just as charming as they say.”

“So what’s your play here, Chris?” (Y/N) asked as Chris fished his phone out of his pocket. “Are you turning these girls? Trying to build a new nest?”

“No, no,” Chris said casually, waving his hand as he put his phone back in his pocket after typing something out. “I’m just killing them.” He sauntered over to her and crouched in front of her. “But you’d like that, wouldn’t you? Because if I turned you, you’d have a family.” She swallowed thickly and clenched her jaw, refusing to break eye contact with Chris. If she did that, he won. “You see, you’re so desperate for love. You cling to guys like the Winchesters here-” He waved offhandedly to Dean. “-in a pathetic attempt to make up for your dad. You remember your dad, right?” She bit her tongue and breathed heavily through her nose. “You think we didn’t notice? All of us at school? Think Shawn didn’t tell us about how your daddy used to hit you? We’d have a nice laugh about it, because you might not’ve been able to see it, but we all could.”

“See what?” she asked. She couldn’t help it. He was saying all the things that would get her to cave. She knew she fell into his trap, but she wasn’t sure she cared.

Chris grinned. “How no one could ever love you. How Shawn was always pretending. How your dad couldn’t handle pretending anymore. We saw your present, (Y/N), and it sure wasn’t hard to see your future.” He looked over at Dean before turning to her again. “And we were right, because Dean here? Dean doesn’t love you either. How could he? How could anyone love a girl like you?”

She felt tears pooling in her eyes, and she hung her head so he wouldn’t see them. Her action just made him laugh and lift her chin with his fingers. “Get away from her before I break every bone in your body,” Dean suddenly growled. Chris looked over at him with an amused smirk. “I’ll fucking kill you, man, I swear to god.” Chris stood up and walked over to Dean.

“I really think this is bullshit, man,” he said, motioning between her and Dean. “I just don’t get it. You’re obviously pretending for her, but why go as far as marriage? Why pretend you love her that much? Unless-” He gasped like he cracked the whole case. “Oh! This is all fake! You’re not actually married, are you?” He started laughing, resting his hand on his stomach as he threw his head back. “That is hilarious. God, you-” He turned to her again. “You really are pathetic.”

Chris grabbed a knife from the inside of his jacket and walked back over to her. “You know, Dean,” Chris said, crouching in front of her again. “I think (Y/N) over here might really love you. I think you might be pretending, but for her, she thinks she can make it real. Because I know for a fact-” He gently ran the tip of the knife against her chest. “-she’s not wearing a bra. And her underwear?” He grinned. “Practically see-through. I think she was hoping for some action with you tonight.”

Her cheeks were bright red, and she knew there were tears falling from her eyes. She was embarrassed, and if Dean hadn’t broken out of his restraints yet, she wasn’t sure he was going to. Was she going to die after getting humiliated by some loser from high school?

“You know,” she said, sniffing to stop her tears, “you used to be an alright guy, Chris. A little creepy, but not an asshole. Not like this.”

Chris shrugged. “Well, people change.”

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Still Mine

Older! Damian Wayne X Reader

Damian fears his girlfriend is wanting to break up with him. The reason why she is upset, makes him feel like a fool. Also Damian is a adult and his hero name is Flamebird

Damian's P. O. V

I put on my Flamebird uniform preparing for patrol. I noticed Y/N no where to be seen. I touch my intercom and call her, she answered

-"Damian" she muttered tiredly her voice quavering

Somethings dreadfully wrong "Y/N, you sound ill, what's wrong, my Love?"

She cleared her throat

-"nothing, I won't be going to patrol though. I am fine though, no worries"

"if you are in anyway trying to worry me more you've succeeded greatly"

She huffed she's mad at me, dammit. Of course I angered her more.

"I did not intend to upset you"

-"you didn't upset me, Damian I'm fine we can talk soon. After you get back from work tomorrow"

"I had believed I was going to see you after patrol"

She was silent, only her breath. Is she having doubts about our relationship? My heart racing, I can't lose her. My life has never been better. I have never felt as whole as I do now. The thought of losing her, I can't think like that. Have I failed to be good to her? Did I do something prior? Is she wanting us to go our separate ways? I would ask but I should let her have her space.

"I love you" I say unknowing what else to say

-"I love you too"

As I went on patrol I try not to worry about, Y/N. Kneeling to one knee on a building. I sense my sister Stephanie Brown

"tt girl blunder neglecting patrol I see"

"oh, ow" she put her hand on her face leaning back "that hurt call the medic from my awful burn"

"tt"

I'd use to glare at her, but I realized holding that anger in made me feel lonely, and wrong inside. Though I'm in no mood to talk, so I leave my face straight. Showing no emotion

"you ok?"

I grunted in response I'm in no mood discussing anything with my cheerful sister. Unable to feel at peace as I worry about, Y/N. She stood next to me putting her knee on the edge as I have. She shoulders me gently

"what's wrong? You upset your girl"

I snap my head to Stephanie of course Y/N told Stephanie I upset her. My eye's wide, she knows what's wrong. So Stephanie can fix this, never thought I'd rely on my sister

"what did she say?! Tell me everything you know"

She grinned "Aww you do care about her"

"dammit, tell me now" I demanded bitterly

"hey, cool down you, Big Softy she's not mad at you"

"when was the last time you had spoken to her"

"last week, we were actually talking about how much of a Big Teddy Bear you actually are. Are you sure you're OK?" she says softly

Of course she does not know "I am only asking for her sake not my own" she nodded "Y/N, I fear is having doubts about our relationship"

"oh, you really don't know"

"don't know what?" I say stern

"she's on her period which is why we haven't really talked. She didn't tell you?"

I took a deep breath remembering Grayson explaining what troubles woman go through every month. I should have known, or noticed. Does she think I'll be disgusted? Or not want to deal with her being miserable. I want her to confide in me and I want to be there for her. No matter the circumstances.

"if I wasn't so desperate I would have stabbed you, what do you suggest?" I say softly trying to control myself from wanting to yell for feeling so foolish

"surprise her? Oh I know period survival kit. Tim got me one it's my chocolates, pain meds, pads, tamp-" I covered her mouth

"I am not interested in details"

I moved my hand she smiled. I rolled my eye's. Inside I am truly grateful for my sister. Stephanie, laid her head on my shoulder

"if it makes you feel any better she really loves you even if you're an ass sometimes"

"tt"

As day came nearing I changed into my civilian clothes. I went to the store buying Y/N a survival kit. I bought a basket to put it in. I put everything in the basket. I called off work and went to see, Y/N. Holding the basket with her things I knocked on the door.

"Y/N? My Love it's me, Damian"

"the door is unlocked" she says sleepy

I open the door the lights dim, her room not as clean as usual. She laid on her bed crouched up in a ball. I hate seeing her in pain, especially when there is nothing I can do. I sat on the bed and rub my neck. She opened her eye's with a soft smile.

"I brought you thing's to help you with your temporary condition"

She smiled fully and sat up she, looked in the basket. She touched my face and kissed me

"I didn't mean to worry you"

"Y/N, you are my love meaning you can confide in me. If you're in pain emotional or physical. I want to be here for you, always"

She kissed me I moved the basket onto the floor. I laid down on her bed, she laid down wrapping her arms around me.

"you really are the best, Damian"

I kiss her cheek "why didn't you just tell me?"

"I have a hard time asking people for help, and it's kinda gross to some people. I am learning to rely on you"

"I understand but now I know when to expect when you are unwell, no more hiding thing's from me"

"I won't I promise"

I inhaled and kissed her as we parted she laid her head on my chest.

"I was concerned you were having doubts about our relationship"

She slightly sat up and touched my cheeks and kissed me "don't ever think that I don't love you, Damian you're my soul mate we're stuck together, ok?"

"ok" I said smiling

She laid her head back down, I enjoy little moments we have like this. It reminds me she's still mine.

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Not Your Classic Vigilante [Pt. 9]

Pairing: Batfamily x Reader

Part: (9/?) [First] [Previous] [Next]

Genre: General Fiction

Fandom: DC Universe

P.o.V.: 3rd

Word Count: 1,151 Words

Warnings: Gore

Further Notes: It feels good to pick up this story again!

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The next morning was anything but normal in Wayne manor.

“Why am I here?” Dick wonder aloud. The entire bat family save for Cassandra, Stephanie, and Barbara sat at the large dining table. Alfred was seemingly happy to see everyone’s faces, despite their immense confusion. Bruce, tired from the night’s patrol, couldn’t care less. Tim was still trying to piece together how he ended up on the manor’s couch with a lingering warmth on his head. Jason was antsy to get back to the apartment, as was clear from his constant knee bouncing. And Dick just returned to the table with a plate of waffles.

“(Name) was here,” Damien says out loud.

The atmosphere falls silent. The older brothers shared glances whilst Bruce held a cold stare.

“Damien, what are you talking about?” Dick finally musters out.

“What do you mean ‘what am I talking about?’ she was right here!” Damien stands up from his spot. “We were talking to her, Jason even saw her first!” Jason quickly put his hands up.

“Okay, first of all, I’d know if I saw my dead sister, Damien.”

“She was here. She walked through the front door and greeted all of us! She… She even played with Titus for a bit.” Damien was on the verge of breaking the table. Finally, Dick stood up and placed his hands on Damien’s shoulders, lowering himself down to his level.

“Damien, we all know what yesterday was, it was (Name)’s death anniversary. And we’re all still—“ Damien shakes himself out of his grip and looks around the room.

“None of you… None of you remember,” he mumbles. Without saying another word, he grabs his backpack and storms out. “What the hell happened last night…?” Damien racked his brain, recalling the three figures in the garden who disappeared into thin air.

“Damien, come back!” Dick calls.

“No. If none of you are going to help me I’ll find her myself!” Damien slams the front door.

“What’s gotten into him?” Dick worries.

Damien ran around the streets of Gotham, not caring who he bumped into or who he shoved over, calling out for his sister. He still had so much to tell her. So many questions. And then it dawned on him, the two in the gardens that night, he’d try to find them first, and once he does he’d get his sister back.

“Hey, you.” Damien didn’t stop. “Aren’t you looking for your sister? I know where (Name) Wayne is.” That got his attention. He turned around and an unfamiliar figure stood behind him amidst the crowd. No one noticing him, yet still making way for him. He was dressed neatly, yet he also seemed out of his time. A pocket watch hung loosely from the pocket of his lab coat and in his gloved hand, with his round golden glasses reflected the sunlight. His graying head was the only physical defining characteristic of his.

“What’s it to you?”

“I may have some information you would want to know, all free of charge,” the man plastered a sinister smile. Damien thought for a moment, before nodding slightly, following the man into a nearby cafe.

(Name) wiped the blood from her sword, examining the beast that lay at her feet. It was eight feet in height, had to at least be two hundred pounds on muscle alone, maybe an extra fifty with its thick brown fur. It’s glowing red eyes dimmed to black as it took its last heaved breath, and it’s razor sharp teeth, stained red with blood, made one last attempt to attack. The Captain looked down in pity, but nevertheless used her heavy boot to grind its skull into the ground, coating the black material with an obvious red. She pulled out the crystal around its neck and watched it morph into a person.

“That’s the fifth one this month,” she murmurs. Alex walks up to her. “ID him then add him to the list. I’m going to go check with Louis and see what he’s found.”

“It’s going to be a bit hard to ID him without a head, darling,” Alex scoffs. (Name) glares at him and he sighs. “Alright, alright, I’ll go check on the status of what these crystals are while you do that.”

“There’s something going on, Alex, and I think I have a feeling, but I don’t have proof.”

“I agree, these attacks seem less random, and more planned. As if they were experiments of a sort.”

“I should’ve known you would’ve caught on too. Every attack has been in a certain radius, and all in small remote villages, specifically ones that are far from RG stations. And the way they’re spread out makes it difficult to locate a base of operations. But regardless, whatever this is,” (Name) nudges the poor soul and holds the crystal up to the moonlight, “it’s not of this world,” (Name) explains. She crouches down and rolls the man on his back.

“I’m going to have to call an old mentor of mine, he’s from our Earth but… he can be trusted,” Alex ponders.

“I don’t doubt it.”

“You might even know him, darling. Considering your father’s identity.”

“I swear to god if I see Superman fly in—“

“I assure you, Mr. Kent will be far from here,” Alex laughs. “Regardless, if we’re lucky he’ll be in by tomorrow.”

“If we’re lucky?”

“We’re not the only universe that requires his services,” Alex shrugs. “There were quite a few times he worked with your father if I’m correct.”

“Hm, so he’s not a regular member of the Justice League then. I doubt I’d know him then.”

“No, not quite,” Alex shakes his head. “He’s a magic user too, you’re more on the physical side.”

“Ugh, using too much magic makes me sick,” (Name) gagged slightly.

“I recall that the last time you tried to transfigure something you threw up your entire breakfast,” Alex laughs.

“Do not bring that up,” (Name) hissed. “Anyways, your mentor, who is it?”

“His name is—“

“Captain! Lieutenant!” A soldier runs up. “You’re going to want to see this,” he huffs. (Name) and Alex exchange a glance before running up to the village.

“What the hell…” (Name) watches as ten more beasts rampage through, leaving behind chaos at every step. Many houses were or were already burnt to the ground. Without removing her gaze from the mayhem, the Captain stated: “Get the rest of special operations in.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

“This is a Level Seven attack, no threat to the royal family, and with multiple casualties. Tell the others to pull back once back up gets here. Alex, take the B7 squad and focus on rescue. I’ll hold them back for as long as possible. Clear?” (Name) gripped her silver sword in her hand.

“Crystal, Captain. Good luck.”

“You too.” With the flick of her scarlet cape, the Captain charged into the flames.

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