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YANDERE BATFAM × NEGLECTED READER!

Please don't remember me

TW: suicide attempt, suicidal thoughts, neglect, emotional abuse, low self-esteem, family neglect, platonic yandere themes, angst.

Synopsis:

Forgotten. Invisible. Neglected. For years, Y/N Lorenz—the sibling between Damian and the rest—was nothing more than a shadow in Wayne Manor. Their seventeenth birthday ended in blood and silence, with a note left behind as their only voice. But death wasn’t the end.When Y/N opens their eyes again, they are fourteen once more—back at the very beginning of the years that broke them. Yet something is different this time. The Batfamily remembers. Not in words, not in confessions, but in the way they hover, the way they linger, the way their smiles falter when looking at them. They don’t say it, but they remember the blood. And now, their neglect has twisted into something darker, something suffocating: a desperate obsession to protect the sibling they once lost. What they don’t know is that Y/N remembers too.

Chapter One – The Invisible Child

The Wayne Manor had never felt like home.

When Bruce signed the adoption papers, Y/N thought it meant something. A chance. A promise of belonging. For months, they convinced themself that life was about to change, that family wasn’t just a word whispered like a wish but something solid, something they could hold on to.

But from the beginning, the cracks showed.

Bruce was absent. Too busy, too cold, too distracted. The only memory Y/N had of his direct attention was the handshake at the adoption office. His eyes had lingered on them for no more than a heartbeat before shifting back to the legal documents. And since then, he hadn’t looked again. Not really. Not long enough for his face to soften with recognition.

The rest of the family wasn’t much better.

Dick—smiling, golden Dick—had seemed like salvation. When they first arrived, he crouched down, grinned, ruffled their hair, and said something sweet, a nickname spoken with such warmth it felt like sunlight. That was the moment Y/N decided he was their role model, the big brother they’d always wanted.

But the glow faded quickly.

Dick’s attention was spread thin, always pulled somewhere else. Every time Y/N worked up the courage to ask him to hang out, to spend time together, he’d agree with a smile so bright it almost masked the emptiness in his eyes. Almost. Then, inevitably, the plans would “fall through.” Missions, friends, excuses. Until the day Y/N asked too many times. They had begged to go to the zoo with him—please, just once—and Dick’s patience snapped.

"Stop calling me ‘Dick’", he’d barked. "It’s Richard."

The words cut deeper than he realized. Or maybe he realized and didn’t care.

Jason was different. He never pretended. His disdain was sharp, unapologetic. Sometimes it was muttered insults dropped in passing—spoiled brat, dead weight, charity case—sometimes it was a shoulder check that made Y/N stumble, followed by a smirk. A few times, his attacks were more than verbal, fists landing under the guise of “sparring accidents.” But Jason never said sorry. Never even pretended he would.

Tim was a ghost in the manor. He rarely slept, rarely ate, rarely acknowledged them at all. On the rare occasions he did, it was usually snapping after too much caffeine or too little. “Don’t touch that,” “Leave me alone,” “Not now.” If he was in a decent mood, Y/N might get a distracted glance. A crumb of attention.

Damian made sure Y/N never forgot their place. He called them weak, clumsy, pathetic. Every stumble during training was another chance for him to sneer, to whisper venom with the confidence only a child raised in cruelty could wield. He was younger, but he towered over them with his words, his superiority carved into every syllable.

Cass’s silence spoke louder than insults. She avoided them deliberately, slipping away whenever they entered the room. To her, Y/N wasn’t even worth acknowledgment.

Barbara, too, treated them as invisible. She answered others, engaged in conversations around them, but her gaze slid over Y/N as though they weren’t even present.

Stephanie’s cruelty was more subtle—sarcastic comments tossed like knives, backhanded critiques whispered when she thought they weren’t listening. They always were.

Alfred was polite, but there was no warmth for them. His kindness was rationed for the others—the ones he considered his children. His eyes softened for them, not for Y/N.

And Duke… Duke tried, sometimes. He smiled, he asked how they were, but the hesitation was always there. The unease. Like every word he offered was weighed against the awkwardness of their presence.

Piece by piece, the cracks became fractures. Fractures became chasms. And Y/N slipped between them, unnoticed.

Five years blurred into routine: ignored greetings, fake smiles, canceled plans. Their voice grew quieter, their laughter faded, their hopes dwindled until only the silence remained.

On their seventeenth birthday, no one remembered. No cake, no card, not even a passing “happy birthday.” The day was as empty as every other.

That night, they sat in their room, staring at a blank piece of paper for hours before finally writing. The words came haltingly at first, then faster, spilling out like everything they had bottled for years.

”I’m sorry. I know this is selfish. I know you’ll all say you didn’t see it coming, but I think you did. You just chose to look away.I tried so hard. I tried to be enough—for Bruce, for Dick, for Jason, for Tim, for Damian, for Cass, for Barbara, for Steph, for Alfred, for Duke. I tried to smile when I was invisible. I tried to laugh when I wanted to cry. I tried to be quiet when I wanted to scream. I kept trying until there was nothing left of me but silence.

Maybe you never noticed, but I memorized the little scraps you gave me. A nickname used once and never again. A glance in my direction when you weren’t too tired. A word that wasn’t sharp, or cruel, or dismissive. Those tiny crumbs kept me alive longer than they should have. And I hate myself for holding onto them like they were proof of love.

But they weren’t. They were accidents. Just like me.I don’t hate you. I just… I can’t carry this anymore. I’m sorry for being a burden, for being in the way, for existing when you never asked me to. Maybe now you can breathe easier without me around.

Please don’t be angry. Please don’t pretend to miss me. Just… forget me, the way you always have. That’s what you’re best at.

— Y/N”

They left the letter on the desk, beside the small stack of belongings that proved they had been there at all.

The manor was quiet. Everyone was busy elsewhere. No one knocked on their door.No one except Dick.

It wasn’t guilt, not exactly. More like a flicker of memory, a faint tug in his chest when he noticed every other sibling was busy. He thought of the forgotten one, the one whose name always slipped his mind. He told himself he’d just stop by, just check in, maybe make a plan he’d probably cancel later.

Walking down the hall, he slowed when the air shifted. At first, it was nothing—just a faint, metallic tang. Then stronger. Thicker. It crawled into his lungs, suffocating.His chest tightened. His heart stuttered.

No.

Not here. Not them.

He quickened his pace until he stood before a door he rarely bothered with. Their door.

For a moment, he froze. His hand hovered over the knob, his pulse pounding loud in his ears. The smell was stronger now, undeniable, wrapping around him like a vice.

With a shaky breath, he turned the handle and pushed the door open.And everything inside him collapsed.

The room was silent, heavy with the aftermath of a choice too late to stop. His eyes locked on the figure crumpled within, the letter waiting on the desk, the air thick with what had been done.

Dick’s throat closed, words catching before they broke free.

“...No,” he whispered, the sound cracking into a cry.For the first time in years, he remembered them. And for the first time, it was too late.

Hi! This is the first fanfic I write on this platform and also my first time exploring this kind of theme. You can call me Coconut, and thank you so much for reading. Any ideas or suggestions are welcome—I’ll try to implement them if I can find a way to make them fit the story without breaking the flow. Hope you enjoy it!

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𝐍𝐨 𝐁𝐢𝐠 𝐃𝐞𝐚𝐥!

Characters: Ino Takuma, Nanami Kento, Sukuna Ryomen, Gojo Satoru, Suguru Geto, Choso Kamo, Toji Fushiguro

Based on this req!

Part Two!

Taglist:

@undedin @naialace @fantasycantasy @loverboulder @user-iitadori @nanamineedstherapy @inotaku-talkz @etheraltears

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ipad baby

You and your partner bought your child an iPad… and now you’re filled with equal parts regret and amusement. Family groupchats ensue.

Satoru Gojo, Suguru Geto, Kento Nanami, Shoko Ieiri, Choso Kamo, Takuma Ino, Toji Fushiguro, Yuki Tsukumo, Ryomen Sukuna

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CONTAINS: fluff, crack, you & jjk characters as parents

My blog is 18+. Minors please DNI!

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Aaaaaa I love the cosmic joke series so much 💖💕 the cora and buggy entries are two of my faves!!!

Corazon x reader fic where the reader is a doctor who would've tried to treat law BUT it was their day off when the pair of them came to the hospital. Maybe we were trained by kureha (the actual hottest character in this concept sorry team) and so even if they believed that white lead syndrome was horribly infectious they'd just be like "oh shit okay" and slap on some sorta hazmat suit before doing their job.

Anyway the plot is that after cora burns down their place of employment and people get hurt YN decides they're gonna track these freaks down (YN definitely doesn't have the whole story, doesn't know their coworkers screamed that a sick child should just go die and refused to even try to help them) so that they can beat this arsonist clown up.

They catch up, emotional confrontation, they get the whole story and laws information about white lead from his parents studying it, and while trying to at least slow the progression and treat his symptoms while trying to find a hospital that'll let them use more intense equipment cora and YN fall in love and kiss and bang while using his devil fruit to not wake law up.

And of course because I love her we get some Dr. Kureha snail calls while YN is trying to treat law and they both just get to watch YN get cackled at by some random woman (from their perspective)

Also cora gets to live because I said so. I think he'd probably try to like knock YN out or tie them down so they can't follow them onto minion island but just like their mentor YN always has more sharp objects than you'd think so they manage to get onto the island before the bird cage forms, and then while calling him an idiot and bastard does some crazy emergency surgery on his dumb ass.

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Could you do a romantic concept for yandere Kakashi Hatake (Naruto), please?

I can try, sure. Just hope it's accurate ^^

Yandere! Kakashi Hatake HCs

Pairing: Romantic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Obsession, Overprotective behavior, Fear of loss, PTSD, Stalking, Manipulation, Violence, Blood, Murder, Kidnapping, Forced relationship.

Kakashi, based on what I've seen, would struggle to get close with his obsession.

It's all due to his past being the reason he doesn't want to be attached.

Since a young age, Kakashi has lost his parents, seen war and murder, and witnessed losing his comrades.

Instead of forming close attachments he's buried himself in fighting, to the point of not caring for his own life at times.

Kakashi is used to knowing his nation doesn't care much for its warriors.

You're doomed if you prioritize comrades... you're doomed if you leave them to complete the mission....

As a result I feel Kakashi naturally defaults to being an overprotective yandere rather than possessive, a common yandere type to characters considered "good".

He can handle jealousy... At least, much more than he could handle you getting hurt or killed.

He's slow to obsess yet protective from the start due to learning teamwork through his experiences.

I can see you being a ninja similar to his rank.

Maybe you're also a teacher yourself, striving to look out for those you work with and care about.

I feel like Kakashi would be a yandere who hides how he actually feels towards you.

He fears it will mess with missions if he allows himself to get attached.

So he ends up acting aloof and laid back, hiding his true feelings.

Yet under all that... Kakashi is smart and loyal.

While he tries not to outright admit anything, you can tell he cares in some way.

You just wouldn't assume romantic attraction.

Which makes sense since you just see him as a teammate.

So obviously he's just protecting you because it feels like the right thing to do... right?

You probably know about his past somewhat.

He's haunted by the horrors of losing those he loves so you just don't see him as being anyone interested in romance.

Plus you've seen what he reads....

So while you might not think Kakashi had any romantic tendencies towards you... He just might.

It's just that whenever he seems to show love or have close connections, they get brutally torn away from him.

As a result... his obsession becomes a secret.

It only shows itself in small actions of care.

Things like pairing with you on missions or always seeming to be around to protect you.

It's... actually a bit strange how often he seems to show up, looking all carefree with you.

You're not entirely blind to the idea of him following you around.

He's a ninja, of course he could just be keeping an eye on you out of sight.

You just don't really see it as stalking due to how the Shinobi world works....

When he says he's just "checking in", you believe it.

In fact, it feels nice to have someone look after you.

Doesn't mean you're going to let yourself slip up or rely too much on him... but you probably always know he's around somewhere.

I feel like he's another yandere that acts... casual.

He's hard to read so it's hard to even tell if he's a yandere or not.

He just acts playful or carefree, yet also stern with discipline.

He just seems like he's looking out for you.

I feel like he's a perv at times but he wants to be respectful towards the one he loves.

So while he does sneak a few items from you... It's not often.

No, he's more dedicated to following your every move than stealing trinkets.

Trinkets and items that come from you aren't anything compared to the real thing...

Which means you need to be safe.

I feel over time Kakashi's obsession makes him dread the idea of you doing missions.

I mean, he knows you're capable.

He knows you can handle missions and he knows you have good students.

But mistakes can happen at any time.

What if on a mission someone just lets you die.

Kakashi has seen it happen... It's the reason he learned the importance of teamwork.

So what if someone on your team leaves you behind? What if they deem the mission more important?

Then what? Kakashi just has to be happy the mission was completed while knowing someone else let you die?

He knows better than anyone that all Shinobi are slaves to a flawed system.

Your Nation cares about as much for you as it does him.

Which means the only people you have to rely on are your teammates... your comrades, your friends in some cases.

This belief, the fact this is just how the world goes... It's what drives Kakashi's obsession with protecting you.

He'd probably do the same thing if you were a younger ninja in his care... Like Team 7.

Yet in this case, it's not platonic.

No, Kakashi actually loves someone in this case.

He's loved before, sure.

But with you? It feels stronger.

He really tries to deny it, to pretend he doesn't love you so he doesn't get attached.

Unfortunately... He keeps watching and working with you.

He finds himself trying to keep you safe.

He even finds himself killing those who threaten you.

Killing... It's a Shinobi job.

Yet every kill he does that involves you feels more personal than a job.

A necessary evil just to see you smile... even if the blood stains his hands like so many others.

I feel his obsession is casual for the most part, sticking close to you and pushing others who are romantically interested in you in a casual manner.

Things like light hearted warnings to focus on the mission and not think with their privates towards other Shinobi when he sees someone interested in you.

He... doesn't think of himself as jealous, just...

Well, he is, but he also thinks if he's protecting you all the time he might as well be your partner eventually... even if he can't bring himself to confess....

So best to just push away the competition, right?

I feel like Kakashi wouldn't jump into any extremes unless you were really in huge danger.

I'm thinking of something similar that happened to Rin... You were kidnapped and Kakashi feels he should be the one to bring you back.

He remembers what happened to Rin... to Obito....

He'll be damned if he lets that happen AGAIN.

So imagine being kidnapped... Only to hear screams or the sounds of something splattering across the ground.

Within minutes after the commotion you see a familiar face approach you.

You look up and see Kakashi, clothes bloody with a kunai in hand.

His gaze is manic... You can see the eye Obito gave him shifting.

"There you are... I'm not going to let anyone touch you from now on...."

You're... actually a bit unnerved as he cuts your bounds and...

The hug he gives is bone crushing... Memories of his past teammates tearing through his mental state.

You reluctantly hug back, grimacing as warm blood soaks your skin...

It's then he vows to never let this happen again...

No matter what it takes.

So imagine being rescued by someone you thought you could call a friend, a comrade....

Only for him to lock you away himself.

You feel betrayed, you yell at him, you ask him why...?

What does he respond with?

"I can't lose you... Not like them... I love you too much for that."

It... stuns you.

Part of you could understand those words if it didn't mean being imprisoned.

You tell him he can't do this, yet he coldly ignores your pleas.

He can't help but feel euphoric when he holds you in his arms... When he confesses to you.

He tells you no one else cares for you as much as him.

He made sure of that.

You can't run, he's good at tracking and will just drag you back eventually.

He's gentle with you... promising to be loyal, to do whatever he can to show his love for you.

You're all he has left besides Team 7... and he's so tired of losing those he cares about.

So here... you'll be safe with him... Even if it means keeping you locked away in some secret base of operations....

Sure... He shouldn't do this... It's wrong.

But as war begins to break out... Yet another damn Shinobi war...

He feels he has no choice... If he's going to protect the one he loves...

He'll stoop low just to make sure you're alive... happy or not.

"You're all mine now, aren't you? Don't be scared... You know I won't hurt you."

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BATBOY icks... ── because it's not true love if you can't cringe at him a little!!

I LOVE SLANDERING MY FAVORITE CHARACTERS!!!!!!!! i honestly don't know if people even do these anymore but idc. Also this is all just for fun and are meant to be as petty as possible. Take them with a grain of salt :P Some of these aren't even that cringe, nor do I believe each and every single one is completely in character. imo i love stuff like this bc it humanizes them...THEY COULD NEVER MAKE ME HATE YOU JASON

Characters: Jason Todd, Tim Drake, Dick Grayson... a/n: May or may not do a part 2 with the rest of them depending on how this turns out. also i don't know how to use all the technical stuff on tumblr help. also it's ok guys i promise i won't slander them all the time, i have cute ideas in mind too. When will i post them? stay tuned...hue hue hue...

──JASON TODD ୨ৎ

-refuses to admit when he's lost -sometimes leaves his dirty boots by the door -STANK ASS morning breath (cigarettes, late night food, he may or may not skip flossing...) -his teeth are a little yellow tbh 💔 -3 in 1 shampoo

-calls all soda “coke” no matter what it actually is. -”shower free” days after missions -Can be a messy eater and get crumbs and/or sauce on corners of his mouth depending on what he’s eating (he also gets little stains on his shirt). Based off of that burger panel. -there's also a lot of trash in that panel so when he's especially locked in he might just leave it there -will put junk food in the fridge and eat it three days later. Cold. makes dad sounds when sitting down or getting up. I see this happening when he's older but it could also just be all the time, why not? -dry texter "k" "ok"

-when he takes off his helmet he has sweaty helmet hair and you find little stray strands everywhere -will scratch himself. where he pleases. He doesn't do it in public but he does not mind if he does so in front of you. -terrible taste in fashion when it comes to civilian clothes. If he's not wearing the same black t shirt every day ("it doesn't stink babe it smells fine") then he's wearing some horrible mismatched abomination -never uses profile pictures and can't be bothered to get creative with usernames -after getting an s/o he works on self-care a little more ofc dw (mostly) ── ── ── ── ── ── ── ── ── ──

──DICK GRAYSON ୨ৎ -unironically says "oopsie" -calls his biceps and/or his abs "the twins" -winks a lot, almost every time he flirts with you. He thinks it's charming. And it was!...Until it got excessive... -uses too many pet names -has responded to nudes with the monkey covering eyes emoji and uses too many emojis in general -one he has a particular affinity towards (besides the monkey one) is the winking emoji -laughs too loud at his own jokes -gym selfies (sometimes sends them to you even when you didn't even ask) -millennial smirk (he will ALWAYS be one in my eyes) -adding the "adulting" thing too because why not -leaves wet footprints on the bathroom floor after showering because he never uses the mat properly -brings up exes -corny dancing -"im gonna shower" "Without me? haha" (if he wouldn't say it now it's definitely when the two of you were younger) -leaves damp workout clothes on the floor sometimes

-he talks to himself in the mirror (don’t we all 💔) and you’ve caught him doing it -if the two of you started dating in his robin days I can see him overusing the hell out of cologne 

-uses the voice feature when searching up things instead of typing like a normal person -Makes weird faces when brushing his tongue -gargles the mouthwash -always loses the chapstick caps. Just say no when he asks to borrow some, please. bonus!! (added this in an edit because I couldn't get it out of my head): He's in the car with you, telling you the best part of a song is coming, and he misses the drop. Like he was way too early. ── ── ── ── ── ── ── ── ── ──

──TIM DRAKE ୨ৎ -mansplaining (like father like son...) -wears track suits and/or fanny packs -middle part/j -you can sometimes catch him with ashy elbows (he does do skincare but he's too focused on the face part) -walks too close, unaware of personal space -nitpicky (ik its ironic for me to say rn) -Too formal in text messages -uses facebook -calls women “females” (NOT REALLY IN AN INCEL WAY, he would say “males” too but it still feels icky) -HUMBLEBRAGGING

-his gym playlist…(imagine dragons) -does that thing where he licks his finger before turning a page -breathes way too loud when he’s concentrated -Corrects you for minor details and says “actually…” almost every time. -sometimes when you ask to borrow a pen and he passes you one, it’s chewed on

-he always peels the little label thing off of the water bottles (before he’s finished with it) and it leaves those little bits behind -his phone is always on full brightness -still talking about how he was robin well into his 40’s like tom felton and his role as draco malfoy /HALF joking... -picks the cheese off of pizza sometimes

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Ace from One Piece with prompts 30, 31 and 34 by lonleydweller please :3

Plot I came up with was Ace abducted his obsession from their island and is trying to rationalize why he kidnapped them. This could be a loose continuation of either Ace prompts I did before now that I think about it, but it's mostly its own thing.

Prompts Here

Yandere! Portgas D. Ace 🥀 Prompts 30, 31, 34

"I don't think you quite understand just how far I'd go to have you."

"For the last time I'm not going to hurt you. I don't know where you got that ridiculous idea from."

"This is for your own good."

Pairing: Romantic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Obsession, Manipulation, Possessive behavior, Post-kidnapping/Coercion, Overprotective behavior, Paranoia, Implied you two were together at one point, Dubious turned Forced relationship.

You remember when you first met Ace... When this was meant to be fun...

You remember when he met you on your island, charming yet goofy as you two spoke. You saw him as a carefree spirit. He was quick to try and impress you, acting like some young teen despite his age as he showed you flame tricks.

You saw him as an adventurer more than a pirate. He didn't seem like your typical pirate, after all. He just seemed like a man who craved freedom on the seas.

How could you not fall for him? He's handsome, charming, and so... interested in you. He was the excitement in your life your town never gave you.

You eagerly looked forward to his visits. You greeted him happily when he gave you attention. You loved the attention...

Originally... escaping out onto the open ocean with him sounded exhilarating....

Yet here you are now... realizing maybe it's not....

It was fun at first. Ace had suggested he take you out for a few days to see something other than your island. Yet... your trip never seemed to end...

You don't think you're ever going to go home, actually.

Ace, on the other hand, only seemed to keep his excitement. While yours had dwindled days ago, he seemed the same. To him... having you by his side on the seas is the best thing that's happened to him.

It wasn't long, maybe a week, before you asked Ace when you were going home. Were you just lost or was there something else to see? It was an innocent question... but when you asked it, Ace's expression faltered...

"Don't you enjoy it here with me? We're both free here... we can do whatever we want... aren't you happy? Wasn't this what you wanted... to be with me?"

He always brought up freedom. Always brought up the idea of you two being together. Those thoughts had originally made your heart flutter... even to the point you accepted such an offer...

Now you realize he's the free one... while you gave up your own freedom.

He acts overwhelming when you go to islands together. He acts as though you're still together... as though he's meant to protect you. He discredits your feelings... then when you protest... he acts like you've done something wrong.

Leading to more arguments.

The rose tinted glasses have long since burned up by now.

"I don't think you quite understand just how far I'd go to have you."

The waves crash against the beach as you lay against a tree. The sun beats down on your face, the entire situation would normally be relaxing. You could even pretend it is... until Ace leans against you, gaze full of a certain... deranged adoration.

"I'm dedicated to you, baby... wanna give you the world...." Ace hums, clinging onto your side. You instead push him back, making the pirate puzzled.

"Would you bring me home?" You mention quickly, not missing how Ace shrunk away for a moment. "Would you hurt me just to make me stay for you?"

It's... a question that's been circling your mind. Maybe he is a dangerous pirate. Maybe you shouldn't have come with him.

Ace, however, pulls back like he tasted something awful.

"For the last time I'm not going to hurt you." Ace grumbles, looking hurt that you'd say such a thing. "I don't know where you got that ridiculous idea from... If anything, I've been protecting you! I've been showing you a happier life with me!"

"I was happier, Ace... but—" You barely get to finish your sentence before Ace pushes you against the tree, nearly in your lap with a darkened gaze.

"If I'm making you happier... Then why go home? Why not be with me? It can just be us...." Ace's tone is rather... interrogative. It's like you're being accused of wanting to leave him.

Why can't you just go home...?

"Ace... I still want to see you... but I miss home. Can't we just go back...? Can't you visit...?" You ask, but Ace shakily sighs.

"No... No, if you go home, I can't be with you. I... I just feel better if you're by my side, okay?" Ace shakes as he speaks, having trouble keeping himself together. "No one's going to hurt you... if you stay by me...."

"No one will hurt me at my home!" You reason, but Ace merely presses closer. You feel heat lick at your clothes.

"You don't know that!" Ace barks, eyes seeming to flare a bit. "Look... I've never felt happier by your side. I can't... give that up now. I'm sorry for tricking you... but..."

"Ace...?" You try to pry him off, his heat only seeming to increase in temperature. You struggle, flinching as you see flames threaten to flicker.

Ace seems to notice just enough to try and soothe himself. He tries to shove down his anxiety, leaning back as he keeps his hands to himself. He seems to be... upset he nearly hurt you.

"... This is for your own good." Ace murmurs, seeming to fidget with his hands as though unsure if he should touch you during this argument. "We'll just... We'll see your home again at some point... okay?"

"Are we running from something...?" You ask, confused about his hesitancy. Ace sighs, shaking his head.

"Not right now... but, I'm a wanted man, baby...." Ace smirks a bit, even if you sense he may not be entirely truthful. "I'm just looking out for you, you know what my enemies would do to you if they found out we're together, right...?"

"... Right...." You go along with it, trying not to pull away as Ace cups your cheek and pecks your lips.

"Right... We'll get you home eventually... But for now, spend time with me, okay?" Ace smiles, making you nod in response.

"Okay...." You murmur, Ace soon crawling off your lap to pull you up. You take his hand, just as you have countless times before, and allow him to drag you.

"Great...! Hey, let's take a walk around here, alright? Maybe I can show you some more moves I've been working on." Ace smiles, that familiar sweet smile you always knew.

"Of course." You answer, forcing a smile of your own as you follow him.

As you walk, you do wonder if he was being truthful, if he was just concerned about you being safe and you'll go home soon...

Yet part of you highly doubts that... nothing good has come out of trusting him and his excuses....

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BURNT OUT - CHAPTER 2

batfam x neglected burnt out overachiever! reader

dividers: @saradika-graphics and @uzmacchiato (lmk if I forgot to do anything for your dividers!

a/n: im honestly a bit disappointed with this chapter, i think it doesn't show what i wanted it to show properly, and it wasnt proofread but whateverrr... ALSO advice appreciated!!

alfred's plan is coming into place.... dun dun dunn

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Dick always thought he was a good older brother.

He attended parent-teacher meetings for Damian when Bruce was fighting Joker, he let Tim rant about the frustrating dead ends on a new case - hell, he even could get Jason to lighten up, through jokes and comforting pats.

So why couldn’t he recognise his little sister? Why didn’t he remember you performing on a stage, like these awards said?

He had been standing in his baby bird’s room since lunchtime. Dick fell asleep on your bed, wanting to remember your face - all his dreams were of you, of how young and innocent you used to be.

Were you still like that? Would you still look at Dick like he was the kindest soul you knew? 

It was terrible, he knew, how he couldn’t tell a stranger from his sister. Dick tried to recount all of the interactions he’d had with you, but all he could remember was when you first came - with that smile. That familiar bright smile that could light all of Gotham. 

But he couldn’t see that same smile in the photos. 

Dick really wanted to know which one you were, he really did! No matter how hard he squinted or sighed, no one was standing out to him. In every picture, there were at least 5 common faces. It was impossible to deduce who his baby bird was.

Maybe he’d keep waiting for you to come home. Where were you? You’d been gone all day! 

You didn’t leave him, did you?

No. You wouldn’t do that to him. Dick sighed. Maybe Jason knew. 

Dick remembered how close you and Jason used to be. He had to know. 

If he didn’t know, he’d bring up the matter at dinner. Someone had to be checking in on his baby bird! Dick pulled out his phone, scrolling until he found Jason. 

Jason zoomed through the city, his motorcycle roaring through the now-quiet streets of Gotham. He had just finished a mission, taking down a big drug operation that was on the down-low. As he rode through the streets, his phone started to ring. 

Dick. Dick was calling his phone. Jason ignored it the first time, planning to call him back when he was back at his apartment - but Dick just continued to blow up his phone, sending some texts that he couldn’t read since he was still riding. Jason pulled over, groaning as he answered the next call from him.

“Dick, I’m in the middle of something-” Jason complained into the phone. He was tired and just wanted to relax.

“Jason.” Dick cut him off, his tone worried. “Have you talked to Y/N recently?” 

Jason raised an eyebrow, concerned but still closed off. “No. Why would I? I haven’t been over much anyway. What’d she do?” 

Jason leaned back against a nearby wall, watching his surroundings carefully. 

“She didn’t do anything, it’s just-” Dick sighed, taking a breath. “I went to find her, and she’s not in the manor. I haven’t seen her around in a while, and I don’t think she’s been here in a while.”

Dick’s voice was a bit quieter now, almost regretful.

“Grayson, she’s around; you probably missed her. She might have gone out.” Jason suggested, softer now but still firm. “Have you checked her room?”

“Yep. She’s not here, but-” Dick answered, his brows furrowing. “Can you believe she sang? She even performed musicals and plays - I don’t remember any of it.” 

That caught Jason off guard, though he didn’t comment on it. After a moment of silence between the two, he spoke again. “I’ll come over. Tell Alfred to set another plate out for me, I’ll stay for dinner as well.

They both said their goodbyes before Jason hung up, sitting back on his motorcycle. Had you really not been seen? Jason knew you both hadn’t been close since he came back. It was better that way - so why did he feel like he missed out? 

Maybe more happened to you than he thought.

You lie in the hot sand, your swimsuit contrasting against it beautifully. The sun was bright, glowing like it could feel your emotions. You’d been sunbathing with your best friends for hours, talking about where you planned to go next. 

Last week, you and your friends had decided that a nice, warm vacation would be great, especially since your birthday was coming up. Yesterday, you celebrated with them. You didn’t have a cake, but being with your friends was enough. They had been close to you since you were in Gotham Academy, immediately clicking with you through personality and interests.

They knew how hard it was for you in the Batfamily, and how isolated you were to them. So, they became your family. They were like your sisters, even if not blood-related. 

Of course, you couldn’t just leave the manor without telling anyone; you’d feel terrible if Alfred had no idea where you were. So, you told him the day you and your friends decided to go on a birthday vacation. He agreed, of course, cheering you on. You were positive that the Batfamily wouldn’t notice you were gone - after all, they never had before.

So, you left for the vacation 2 days ago, one day before your birthday. It was amazing so far, and you knew Alfred would tell them if they truly needed to know where you were. 

You and your friends got changed into some comfortable but cute clothes to go out to dance at a nearby club. As you walked into the club, you smiled. Maybe you could start becoming more than just ‘the one who wasn’t trouble.’ You could be more than just Y/N Wayne.

Little did you know, back in Gotham, things weren’t going to be as smooth as you thought.

The Wayne Manor buzzed with chaos, everyone talking over each other. 

Dick had told the whole family about you and how he hadn’t seen you in a long time, and others started to realize the same. How they hadn’t had any interactions with you, weird or not. They hadn’t even seen you! 

After a few minutes of loud conversation about it, which was more like an argument, Bruce spoke up. 

“She couldn’t be far. Tim, when you’re done, check the cameras.” Bruce said, his voice firm and commanding. When Tim hurriedly went to stand, Bruce shook his head. “When you’re done. We need to think first; this may be a misunderstanding.”

Begrudgingly, everyone quieted down, seemingly in thought. When everyone finished eating, they headed to the living room, all back to talking about you. It wasn’t often they talked about you.

Alfred watched nearby, the gleam in his eyes hard to read.

Tim had gone somewhere else, seemingly to his office, to find some information. After about 5 minutes, he called everyone in. 

Bruce stood tall, though it looked like there were loads on his mind. He wasn’t this inattentive with his own daughter, was he? He was Batman! His entire life was to pay attention and strike back. 

Somewhere in the back, Steph and Cass stood, preparing themselves for the information to come. Tim’s tone had been hard to read, so there was no way of telling if it was good or bad news.

Damian huffed. This had to be a ploy for attention. A stupid one, at that. If it really wasn’t, he would be surprised. He didn’t think you were this pathetic. 

Despite his actions and face saying one thing, the worry in his stomach said another. His fist tightened by his side.

Dick was closest, Jason behind him with crossed arms.

On Tim’s monitor was a post from your social media. Seemingly a more secret one, considering none of them had seen it before.

The photo on the post had bright colored lights on the ceiling, with you and your friends toasting some alcoholic drinks. 

You couldn’t drink yet, you were too young! What were you doing at such a dangerous place?

The caption on the post made Bruce clench his fists. 

‘To my found family, the ones who listened during my dark times!’ 

The rest of the caption was tags to other people in the photo.

What did you mean, family? They were your family! Not those… replacements.

They’d make sure you realized that.

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BURNT OUT - batfam x neglected reader

batfam x neglected burnt out overachiever reader

a/n: this is my first post! i'm sorry my writing's crappy, it's my first time making a fic soooo im sorry if the paragraphs are long.

not proofread! sorry for mistakes

advice appreciated!

dividers: dollphoriax and saradika-graphics

Bruce never had to worry about his daughter, Y/N Wayne.

You were mature and quiet, and you knew how busy they were. You had to! You were still young, and you had your siblings and Alfred around. All of Bruce’s kids were pretty close, so you’d never have a problem fitting in! 

The city was dangerous. With the Joker at large, arsonists and killers lurking in the alleyways, it wasn’t time for Bruce to focus on anything other than saving the city!

Once he was able to make it a better place, he’d play all day with you! Bruce would make sure Gotham was a safe and peaceful place before focusing on you. You’d understand. You always did. 

That was how Bruce Wayne felt, for years after you moved in, always rescheduling his bonding time to another day. 

Alfred watched. Silently at first, and then started to suggest ideas to Bruce and you. Trying to make him interact. Unfortunately for you, Bruce kept pushing it away. More paperwork, more villains, more danger. 

You slowly withered away. Pulled back. You stopped going to Bruce for advice and instead went to Alfred to rant about boy trouble. You didn’t try to catch Bruce in the hallway to ask him to come with you to the mall. It was a risk, after all.

He was quite popular; he couldn’t be spotted by the paparazzi with another child. Even if you knew him longer than other children in the Batfamily. 

Slowly, you stopped interacting with Bruce. Bruce was okay with that. He didn’t need a distraction, he had too many papers to sign. Too much trouble with Damian. Bruce pushed away any other feelings he had about it, after all, you still had your other siblings!

Despite Bruce believing that was true, you couldn’t believe the same. 

First was Dick, the eldest, who would be around really often, despite not living at the manor. He was the bright smile of the family. The golden boy. Dick was the one who kept the family together, kept relationships between the family strong. He was nice to everyone!

It’s too bad that his real smiles were reserved for the others, especially Damian. When you first came to the manor, he was the one who greeted you. He smiled brightly, walking you up the stairs to your room. After you found your room, he left shortly after. 

All other interactions with him were mostly one-sided, with him giving a polite smile and a “Later, baby bird. I gotta take Damian out to training. Next time, yeah?”. You never really got a chance to talk to him after that.

The second oldest was Jason. You first met him when he was a happy person, with a cheerful aura. He was tolerable, and you could talk to him freely about school and your hobbies. When he died, you were heartbroken. Your only friend died, only shortly after you met him! You cried for him months afterwards. Once he came back, you tried to reconnect, explain how much you missed him, and show him how you’ve changed too - but he shot down those attempts, putting a wall between you both. 

After many more tries at climbing and breaking down his fear and anger, you gave up. He wasn’t the well-mannered, happy person as before. All of his happiness was replaced with anger and coldness.

Following Jason, we have Tim. He was intelligent, using his detective skills to quickly solve cases with Bruce. When he first came, you tried to learn more about him, though he wasn’t really interested in you. He always had another case, like Bruce. More leads, more information - it was never-ending. He ran on coffee and cereal. You quickly realized he wouldn’t pay attention after you tried to talk to him about a movie you watched with Alfred.

Steph and Cass mostly ignored you. They had no real reason to interact with you. Steph was constantly caught up with her relationships with the other members of the Batfam, so she never had the time or thought to check in on you. Cass would only give a simple shake of the head, or, on bad days, she’d just walk past. You didn’t really know how Cass felt about you.

Finally, there was Damian, the youngest and the other blood child. When you went to greet him after learning he was another biological child, you were excited. You had something to connect with him! You quickly learned he wasn’t so happy about it when he pulled his sword out, aiming it toward you. 

Damian considered you a rival, another opponent to being the strongest.

After he decided you were no real threat and really just a nuisance, he resorted to using Titus or his sword to scare you away, and if he couldn’t do that? He’d instead make comments under his breath, just loud enough for you to hear. You didn’t want to interact with him after that, instead avoiding him like the plague.

You tried to be cool, perfecting skills that you’d later give up on - you first tried singing and theatre, performing in plays and musicals in front of large audiences, and then there was painting! You learned to paint, joining competitions and contests before burning out. The final thing you tried was sports. You figured they would catch more attention, because it was something physical - but that belief was crushed after no one but Alfred came to your games.

Alfred was always there. You appreciated him. He saw you for who you were, not only your achievements and accomplishments. He was like a grandfather to you. He baked with you, asked you about school, and even sat and read with you when he finished cleaning. Alfred was always there. He always understood. 

So when Alfred got sick of seeing how everyone ignored such a treasure, he decided he’d take it into his own hands to get you the love you need - even if you didn't know you deserved it.

Dick was having a pretty good day. He had a good patrol last night, with little to no problems at all! Some drunks were walking the streets last night, which was causing a bit of a nuisance, but they were easy to sort out.

And to make it better, after he finished patrol, he was able to grab a quick bite to eat from a fast food restaurant before going home and getting a good night's rest.

Despite all of this, and his wonderful day, he still felt... weirdly hollow. Like he was waiting for something. Dick wasn't quite sure what he was missing.

Today, he decided to swing by the Wayne Manor - which he did a lot - to see his family!

But, when he got inside, he felt... disappointed? Dick was confused. He had no reason to be - after all, he had dropped in on Tim and Bruce, said hi to Steph in the hallway, and even gave Cass a wave! It couldn't be Jason; he was still out on a mission for Tim. Dick sat at the long table in the dining room.

"Master Dick?" Alfred's voice snapped him out of his thoughts.

"Is something wrong?" He continued.

Dick gave a dismissive grin, waving his hand in a playful shooing manner. "No, not at all. It was just... I feel like I'm forgetting something."

Alfred let out a humm, continuing to wash some dishes. "Well, Master Dick, I do have something that may connect to that."

Oh?

Dick leaned in, interested. "And that is?"

"It was the young master's birthday yesterday!" Alfred replied, gesturing to a nearby calendar.

"Who, Damian? Damian's birthday passed a while back-" Dick furrowed his brows, leaning back again.

Alfred shook his head, sighing. Alfred then spoke, simply saying your name.

Oh! Dick smiled in delight. A face had popped into his head, of his baby bird, you! He could still picture your cute young face and how, when you'd smile, you'd been missing teeth. (So what, if the picture in his head was blurry and dated?)

Dick gasped, a smile spreading across his once puzzled face.

"Oh, right! I knew that." He sprang up, going to search for you.

Dick most definitely did not know that. He hadn't even brought a present! But, luckily for him, he would just bring you out somewhere. You had once asked him to go with you to some Chinese restaurant, but he didn't have time - he was helping Damian! That's okay, he could repay you now.

After a while of wandering through the long halls, he decided to check upstairs, passing Damian.

Though Damian does say something to him, Dick is far too focused on his current task to listen. He runs up the stairs and continues to look in the rooms.

When you guys finally start talking again, he'll remember your room every single time, he promises! You are his baby bird after all.

Finally, he comes across a room that he doesn't recognise. This must be it!

Your room was big, but not as big as the others' rooms. You had every inch of it decorated, like you were trying to make it seem more lively. Most walls were covered in posters and drawings, or there were awards and trophies on the shelves. Each award had different things engraved on it. Singing, dancing, performing, you even did some art!

Oh, baby bird, you're so talented! Dick's eyes get wider each time he reads another trophy.

But you weren't inside! That's too bad. Maybe you went out since you weren't in any other room.

Dick looked closer at the walls, noticing photos taped messily above your bed.

And even though he scanned them, searching for all his might -

He couldn't tell which one was you.

[hyenacackling]

Have this. I don't want to look at it anymore.

[hyenacackling]

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JASON TODD wasn’t supposed to be in this situation.

By this, he meant he was, in no way, supposed to be helping you—his strangely empathetic neighbor—house at least ten kitties you found in an alleyway.

He stood in your living room like a man staring down a firing squad. Only instead of guns, it was wide, unblinking kitten eyes, tiny mews, and the sound of claws scratching against the cardboard box you’d stuffed them into.

“This is a nightmare,” Jason muttered, arms crossed over his chest.

“You’re being dramatic,” you said, kneeling down to scoop up a particularly bold calico that had already escaped. It curled against your chest, purring like a tiny motor. “Look at them. They needed help. What was I supposed to do, just leave them?”

“Yeah,” Jason said flatly. “That’s exactly what normal people do.”

You gave him a sharp look, and he sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. He cursed internally. He was never good at saying no to you. Not when you had that look in your eyes—soft, stubborn, and just a little desperate. The same look that had probably convinced him to help you haul the box of kittens up three flights of stairs in the first place.

“They’re gonna destroy your place,” Jason warned. “Scratch up the couch, knock over your crap, keep you up all night—”

“I’ll manage,” you said quickly, as though determination alone would make it true. “Besides, they’ll only be here until I can find them homes.”

Jason snorted. “Yeah, sure. That’s what you said about the fern on your balcony, and now it’s a goddamn jungle out there.”

You tried to hide your smile. “That fern is thriving, thank you very much.”

He rolled his eyes but crouched down anyway, holding out a scarred hand. One of the kittens—black with white paws—batted at his fingers and mewed. Jason froze, then, against all odds, scooped it up. The kitten immediately climbed onto his shoulder, tiny claws catching his jacket.

Jason let out a low groan. “Great. Perfect. Guess I’m a cat tree now.”

You laughed, covering your mouth with your hand. “They like you.”

Jason shot you a withering look, but it didn’t last long. The kitten rubbed its head against his jaw, and he went still—like he’d forgotten how to breathe for a second. Something softened in his expression, too quick for you to fully catch.

“Don’t,” Jason said, voice low.

“Don’t what?” you asked, feigning innocence.

“Don’t make this a thing,” he muttered, gently stroking the kitten’s back with one finger. “I’m not the ‘cat guy.’ I’m not the—whatever this is.”

You tilted your head, smirking. “You mean kind? Caring? Secretly a softie?”

Jason shot you another glare, but there was no real bite behind it this time. He sighed, shoulders dropping in defeat.

“Fine,” he said. “But I’m not keeping any of ‘em.”

“Of course not,” you agreed too quickly, already pulling out your phone. “But, hypothetically, if one just… ended up following you home—”

“Don’t push your luck.”

Still, Jason didn’t put the kitten down.

And he smiled for the camera, with the feline giving a meek purr in the comfort of his arms.

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[hyenacackling]

when he calls you honey [condescending]

[hyenacackling]

Workout Buddy (Part 1)

Yandere!batfam x neglected!male!reader x yandere!Bane

TW: bullying and violence.

Everything hurt. Bennett had some real strong fists. He hadn't gone after your phone this time, which was good because you needed to call Alfred for a ride. You dragged yourself out of that ditch and started walking. Once you were in a safe area of town, you could call Alfred.

Every step sent jolts of pain radiating out of you, but you kept walking. The sooner you got to a safe place, the better. Somewhere that was well-lit, so you could be seen.

You arrived at a 24-hour gym calling itself Savage Fitness, with a peeling poster advertising its services. There had to be a shower in there, so you could clean up somewhat before facing your family.

You dragged yourself to wherever the showers were so you could clean up. You had to be covered in mud and blood. Maybe you'd get a chance to wash your hair while you were at it.

"Hello, child," a voice rumbled. You turned around to see a huge man in a Mexican wrestler mask behind you. "You have to be a member to use the facilities here."

Oh, shit. You'd been caught. "I'm so sorry, mister! I just need somewhere to get cleaned up! I got jumped and my dad doesn't like it when I come home dirty. I'll leave now."

You turned to leave, and the man stopped you. "You look hurt," he said. He didn't sound mad, just sympathetic. Like he cared. You didn't hear that often. You didn't hear that at all. "Let me take care of you, mijo. That looks painful. I can take care of these things. Come on."

Before you could say anything, the man picked you up and took you to a bench. Your shoes were removed, and he started checking on your ankle. "You need some ice for that ankle," he said. "And lots of band-aids. Do you get beaten up a lot?"

"Pretty much every week," you admitted.

"Does the school know?"

"They don't care. They think it's a student disagreement and that we should solve it ourselves."

"But they are stronger than you and solve it with violence?" the man asked. You nodded in confirmation.

"I will bring you something to eat now. You must be hungry."

Your stomach rumbled like it was a paid actor. "Yes, I am hungry," you admitted, embarrassed. "Sorry to bother you, sir. The bullies took my lunch earlier that day."

By the time an hour had passed, you'd been patched up, fed, and cared for by someone you had never seen before in your life. But time could not stay still. Alfred, if anyone, would worry about you, so you had to go. You had to know who your Good Samaritan was before you left, in case you never saw him again. "What's your name, sir?"

"Bane." He pressed a card into your hand. "Come back here when you can, little one."

"Really? You're not mad?" you spluttered.

"No, little one. I'm pleased. If you could come back here, I would train you myself. Someone needs to make sure you don't get hurt again."

Someone needs to make sure you don't get hurt again. There it was again, that tone that reminded you of a caring, concerned dad. Not that you knew how that felt. "But what if I arrive and you're not here?"

"I'm here almost every day, child. It's difficult not to run into me here." He ruffled your hair. "Do you want me to take you home? In case they come back?"

"Thank you, but there's no need. My bullies will have gone home by now."

"If you say so." Bane didn't sound like he believed you. "See you, little one. Come back soon."

"I'll try," you said, gripping onto the business card as hard as you could in case you lost it.

*_*_*_*_*_

Nobody looked your way when you came home. Alfred was doing stuff, and your siblings . . . weren't exactly the caring type. Not to you, anyway; they cared about each other. Maybe. You bumped into Tim as you came in. "Sorry," you groaned. Although you were trying to be low-key, you hoped that Tim would look at you. Really look at you. You'd been trying to tell someone in your family about the school situation for ages, but none of them noticed.

Tim walked past you like you were a mannequin in uninteresting clothes. It was like you weren't even in the home.

Your mom could have done you a huge favour by dumping you in front of an orphanage instead of the Wayne house. You wouldn't wish this on anyone.

Even Bennett, the dude that got you beat up for the fifth time that week.

Taglist: @bunniotomia, @tinybrie, @venomsvl, @600bears.

[hyenacackling]

I. Need. More. Yandere. Jason. Todd. Please? If that's okay with you?

AAAAAA ENJOY MY LOVELIES!! I love Jason so much he’s defo my favourite 😭 He has so much yandere potential 🙏

[hyenacackling]

Wayne Manor Chronicles: Chaos and Laughter

1 episode - 2 episode

It started with you in the kitchen at 7 AM, hair a mess, oversized hoodie, and your ultimate enemy in front of you: the pancake mix box.

“Okay… how hard can this be?” you muttered, pouring what you thought was flour into the bowl.

Enter Damian.

“You’re contaminating the kitchen,” he said flatly, standing in the doorway like he was about to arrest you.

“It’s called cooking, Demon Spawn. Ever heard of it?” you shot back.

He narrowed his eyes. “I’ll have Alfred prepare something edible before you poison us all.”

Before you could argue, Jason walked in, shirtless, half-asleep, holding a mug. He looked into the bowl.

“…That’s not flour. That’s—”

BOOM.

The blender you had hooked up exploded flour-substitute-everything across the entire kitchen.

Jason stood there, covered head to toe in white powder, blinking slowly. “I take it back. This is the best morning I’ve ever had.”

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By the time Dick showed up, you were on the counter, brandishing a spatula like a weapon against Damian, who had a broom and was threatening to “put you down like a rabid animal.” Jason was still laughing and filming everything.

“Good morning, Sunshine Squad!” Dick beamed. Then he slipped on the spilled pancake batter and went straight down like a Looney Tunes character.

Tim appeared next, with dark circles and a laptop. He didn’t even react—just grabbed a bottle of maple syrup off the counter and poured it directly into his coffee before walking back out.

“Did he just—” you began.

“Don’t question it,” Jason said.

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The chaos reached peak level when Bruce walked in.

He froze at the doorway. The kitchen was destroyed: flour in the air like a snowstorm, Damian yelling, Dick on the floor, Jason filming, Tim chugging syrup-coffee somewhere in the distance.

And you… proudly holding up a single, burnt pancake.

“Look, Dad!” Jason yelled. “She made the Bat-Signal—”

“THAT’S A PANCAKE,” you protested.

Bruce sighed so heavily you were sure Gotham’s crime rate went up by 2% just from the sound.

“Alfred will handle breakfast from now on.”

“Does this mean I’m banned from the kitchen?” you asked, pouting.

“Yes,” Bruce and Damian said in perfect unison.

Jason high-fived you anyway. “Worth it.”

[hyenacackling]

Wayne Manor Chronicles: Chaos and Laughter

1 episode -2episode

The Batcave smelled like metal, engine oil, and disappointment.

It had only been three weeks since Bruce Wayne — the actual, terrifying, Bat-Growl Bruce Wayne — had taken her in after an incident involving a failed kidnapping, a taser, and an impressive use of acrobatics involving a broomstick. That last part was what caught his attention. He said, “You moved like Grayson,” whatever that meant. All she remembered was screaming a lot and kicking someone in the throat while half-asleep.

Now here she was — sixteen, chronically late, in a Robin suit that still itched a little at the collar, twirling a batarang in her fingers while balancing upside-down from the steel training bars.

"You're not even trying anymore," came a deadpan voice from behind her.

She didn't have to look to know it was Damian. The demon brat. Short, dangerous, and with all the charm of a cactus in a tuxedo.

She grinned lazily. “You’re right. I’m not. That’s the whole point.”

“You’re a disgrace to the legacy of Robin,” he snapped.

“I’m a delight,” she responded sweetly, flipping off the bars and landing with a dramatic spin. “Also, I had Pop-Tarts for breakfast and I think I’m still vibrating from the sugar. Wanna spar?”

“You can’t beat me.”

“I can annoy you into submission.”

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She wasn’t like the others. Not like Tim, who was a genius; or Jason, who was all anger and leather jackets; or Dick, who sparkled like a Broadway performer with a punch. And definitely not like Damian, who was raised by assassins and acted like he ate swords for breakfast.

She was... different. Soft. Slouchy. Cute in a messy bun, pajama-pants-under-the-cape kind of way. She liked video games more than training and preferred napping on the couch in the Wayne Manor library to surveillance duty.

But Bruce saw something in her.

“You’re quick,” he’d said once, watching her dodge every punch during sparring without throwing a single one back. “You think with your feet.”

That was a compliment. Right?

ᴥᴥᴥᴥᴥ

Night patrols were the worst.

Not because of the danger — no, that part was kinda cool. It was the cold. Gotham nights could freeze your bones if you weren’t moving, and she… well, she often wasn’t. Perched on rooftops, huddled in her cape like a human burrito, sipping hot chocolate from a thermos she snuck under the utility belt.

“Why did Bruce even recruit you?” Jason asked one night, landing next to her with that usual swagger of someone who’d died once and made it look cool.

“Because I’m adorable and he’s secretly soft,” she said, offering him the thermos.

He blinked. Took it. Sipped. “This has marshmallows.”

“I know.”

He didn’t say anything for a moment. Then: “You’re alright, kid.”

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Alfred loved her.

He said it was because she brought a certain “chaotic tenderness” to the manor. She thought it was because she helped him bake cookies at midnight, wore fuzzy socks around the house, and left sticky notes everywhere.

Reminder: Don’t let Bruce brood too hard — give him tea.

Tim needs a nap. Forcefully. With cookies.

Jason took my Pop-Tarts. Lock up the armory.

Dick said she reminded him of himself at her age — if he’d been allergic to effort and highly attached to beanbags. They played Mario Kart together. She always won.

“I let her win,” he’d lie. Everyone knew he didn’t.

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But not everything was fun and warmth.

Some nights, the crime scenes got too bloody. The screams too loud. The masks too heavy.

She'd come home shaking, trying not to cry, trying not to feel too much — but Bruce would silently sit beside her on the manor’s steps, big and unmoving and reliable. Sometimes he'd place a gloved hand on her shoulder. Sometimes he wouldn't say a thing.

But she knew. She wasn’t alone.

Once, after a particularly bad mission, she broke down in the kitchen at 3 a.m., sobbing into Alfred’s apron. Jason carried her back to bed like she was made of glass. Tim sat with her until dawn, reading comics aloud in a quiet, calm voice. Even Damian — grumpy, cold, irritated Damian — left a sketchpad on her nightstand with a drawing of her in the Robin suit, smiling.

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They became her family.

Not because they had to.

But because they chose to.

Because they saw her — the messy, giggly, lazy, game-addicted, sugar-fueled girl who couldn’t stop talking during briefings and once duct-taped Batcow’s horns with glitter tape — and still said:

“You belong here.”

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Somewhere in the cave...

“(Y/N), why is there a glitter explosion in my grappling gear?”

“…Maybe it’s justice sparkles?”

“Out.”

“But I’m cute.”

“…Damn it.”

And just like that, she stayed.

Robin — chaos in red and green.

The heart of the Batfamily.