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[lazycats-stuff]

Hello!! Would you be able to make immortal m! reader X mortal Bruce that reincarnated every time he dies...? Reader and Bruce are already a lover before they find out about the whole mortal and immortal thingy,the one that finds out are reader because he saw Bruce died because of old age when he himself doesn't age at all.

I was thinking that maybe they meet when Bruce was on patrol with all the batboys and saw a familiar face amongst the crowds (it was readers), Bruce was all confused because he doesn't know the man but he feels like he know him in his whole life.

A few weeks after their weird encounter a new vigilante come into Gotham and "accidentally" encounters batman every time batman was on patrol,the new vigilante is being all flirty flirt to batman every time they meet and before he go to continue patroling he always kiss Batman's cheek and then go. (The new vigilante is reader and the reason he became one is so he could meet with Bruce because he's to shy to meet him as Bruce Wayne)

The rest of the story and how they fall in love again is up to you but if you could can you make the batboys involved in the story(ex. Damian sees his dad acting very weird after comic back from patrol and decided to find out what's up with that) and if you could can you make it a happy ending please, thank you!!

Oh my. I have a feeling that this will push my writing abilities. Which is good. In order to be good at something, you have to push yourself. Also, this gif is like (Y/N) and Bruce and lets all pretend that it has something to do with immortality. A heads up, this is 4.1k words... I don't know how it happened. But it did. And this is going to Bruce's masterlist

Summary: (Y/N) is an immortal. Bruce gets reincarnated every time he dies.

Warnings: cursing, immortal things, person dying on his deathbed, (Y/N) just loves Bruce in every reincarnated form

(Y/N) has lived many lives as an immortal. Shed the identities like a snake that shed its skin. It was the one thing he could do to keep himself safe. Otherwise he would probably be treated as some sort of experiment. There were nights when he couldn't sleep due to the things he has seen through history. Violence, carnage, slaughter... It kept him up at night.

(Y/N) was smoking on the balcony of his and Bruce's shared bedroom in the Manor. He couldn't go through this again... (Y/N) exhaled the smoke, letting the smoke curl in the night air. It was a quiet night, but (Y/N)'s mind has been plagued with nightmares of his past. He rubbed his temple with his free hand.

He broke his promise long ago. He broke the promise to himself that he would never love. He would never get hurt like that again... But Bruce is a damn exception. Someone that he can't escape...

He finished the smoking and came back inside, closing the balcony doors behind him before sitting on the edge of his side of the bed, watching as Bruce slept on his stomach, arm resting over the space where (Y/N) would lay.

(Y/N) gently grabbed Bruce's wrist and lifted the hand up before taking the spot back, also pulling the covers up to his shoulders. Bruce shifted in his sleep before turning to his side and then wrapping his arms tightly around (Y/N), pulling him back to his chest, nose burying into the the crook of (Y/N)'s neck.

(Y/N) closed his eyes as he thought of the last time when he meet Bruce, in the 1800s as Elliot Wayne.

It was after the American revolution that the Wayne family has started to build their fortune and then, once the fortune was accumulated, the famous Wayne Manor was bought after a suicide of the former tenant. Thankfully, they were abolitionists too, which (Y/N) could get behind. Right now, (Y/N) was at the Wayne Manor to celebrate the opening of a new railroad that the Waynes have built. And not to mention, the many companies opened by them were also being celebrated tonight.

(Y/N) stood with a glass of scotch in his hand, enjoying himself. He talked to the men, enjoyed his time with free food and alcohol. It was nice to enjoy himself for once and not wallow in the grief of being alone and immortal.

"Ah, (Y/N), this is Elliot Wayne, one of the people responsible for the railing that was built recently."

(Y/N) turned around, a glass of scotch in his hand as he turned to look at the two people, smiling as he greeted Elliot Wayne with a firm handshake but (Y/N) wanted to disappear. His lover in a reincarnated state. Just like they promised to each other over a hundred years ago. (Y/N) promised to love him in another life and for the rest of his immortal life. (Y/N) watched Elliot's reaction and it was obvious that there was a pull.

But who the hell was going to act on it? (Y/N) saw the ring on Elliot's finger and he has recently heard of him having a child. Who on good God's green earth would act on their gay feelings? Not (Y/N). No matter how much he wanted to be reunited with his lover again, he doubts it could happen this time. He's been gay for a long time now, evading being killed by the Catholic church due to them condemning homosexuality as sinful. And he is not going to be burned at the stake, hanged or anything of the sort. Absolutely not. Not that it would kill him, but he won't go through the pain of all of that.

Hell no.

"Nice to meet you mister Wayne. I've actually taken a few rides on that railroad and it has been really a joy. The time of traveling up north is really more easier now," (Y/N) said with a smile on his face, being honest about the railroad.

"Why thank you. We always try to improve the living conditions here in Gotham. And may I ask where you are from? Your accent sounds French, but I could be wrong." Elliot brought the glass up to his lips to sip at the whiskey or scotch in his hand.

"I was born in France, near Paris, but I've travelled around a lot around Europe, so maybe that's why. I picked up a lot of languages over the time so that's probably why. Can we move to the bar? I need more scotch." (Y/N) asked, showing the empty glass.

Elliot chuckled and the two moved to the bar to talk more and get some more drinks.

The two talked a lot through the night and have actually enjoyed the company of one another.

It's been a few months after the party and Elliot and (Y/N) have become best friends, but also something more... Something tangible. Something they hid from the world. Stolen kisses, touches... Hunting trips that ended in activities that would put the local church into an early grave. And years went on just like that. No one questioned it. Elliot had more children with his wife and yet, their 'friendship' stayed the staple.

Even when Elliot got older and older and (Y/N) stayed the same, they remained friends in secrets since (Y/N) had to move again, but he went to see Elliot one last time, to see him before he passes. Otherwise, he wouldn't be able to forgive himself. He snuck in during the night, quiet as a mouse, next to old and weak, frail, Elliot.

He sat down on the edge of the bed, taking Elliot's hand in his, squeezing tightly. Elliot smiled and squeezed back as much as he could muster.

"You came..." Elliot rasped out and (Y/N) nodded, fighting back tears. He's going to go through this all over again.

"I have Elliot. I couldn't live with myself if I didn't say goodbye to you, my love..." (Y/N) smiled, swallowing back tears.

"You gave me the best years of my life... With you, I've never had to pretend... And if due to our love I go to hell, so be it," Bruce declared and (Y/N) chuckled, shaking his head.

"You won't go to hell. Our love is real. Genuine. And I hope that there will be a time where we could show love openly. And not be forced to hide..." (Y/N) paused as he looked out the window, the moon high up in the sky and illuminating the inside of the room.

"Maybe in another life." Elliot whispered and (Y/N) smiled even more, despite the tears now falling down his cheeks, free hand gently caressing his wrinkled cheek.

"Yes, maybe in another life... Maybe in this new life, we can get married. And not live in secrecy and fear. To love each other in public." (Y/N) wiped his tears by pulling back a hand from Elliot's cheek.

"I will love you for the rest of my life Elliot." (Y/N) leaned down and kissed Elliot's lips before pulling back, watching Elliot's last breath. (Y/N) finally broke down, sobbing quietly into his hand, muffling the sounds into his hand.

This is fucking it. (Y/N) is denouncing love. Right here, right now. No more. No more hurt like this, no more heartbreak like this. No more. Absolutely no more.

The 21st century brought a lot of changes. A lot. Everything was better. Life was easier. Healthcare is better. Electricity was essentially a Godsend. But... One thing that (Y/N) loved the most was the legalization of gay marriage in America, where he returned after 200 years. It felt vindicating, finally being able to marry your lover of the same gender, with no fear. Well, in the past, gay marriage wasn't legal, that doesn't mean that there weren't doing ceremonies.

(Y/N) did one, all the way back during Baroque era.

Now, (Y/N) was settled in Gotham city, trying to enjoy life as a librarian. It was a relaxing job. And since (Y/N) has lived a long time without technology, he has always had to rely on whatever books he could find. And while he has a phone and all the technology one needs in the 21st century, he has always preferred books. And now he loved to read more than ever. Authors aren't really held back by society, of course, there are certain boundaries and all, but fantasy genre was unheard of essentially. Sci fi, too. Crime novels...

(Y/N) has definitely enjoyed this era. He can remember the impatience of waiting for Sir Arthur Conan Doyle to release Sherlock Holmes novels and same goes with Agatha Christy. Jesus, he loves her books. But the favorite genre would fantasy. There's something so amazing about the dragons, magic...

(Y/N) chuckled to himself as he looked at the time on the computer. 2AM and 16 minutes. He is leaving early tonight, so his other 2 coworkers will stay alone. And it's not like it's a busy time of exams, students milling around. But they do keep it open for the people who might need a warm place to stay for the night.

"Alright my dear ladies, I'm going," He stood up from his chair, making the two women laugh.

"You are insane, but oh well. I would not be caught dead going home in the middle of the night in Gotham city," His coworker Alicia announced, making (Y/N) laugh.

"I'm not that afraid," He patted the shoulder of his second coworker, Maya, the Gen Z librarian who was amazing.

"And there goes our sad boy Alicia," Maya sighed dramatically, making (Y/N) snort. Despite living through the era of Gen Z, matching the knowledge of technology, he couldn't get over their slang. Sad boy?

Perhaps, yes. After all, leaving for a millennium and losing friends, family, lovers... You do get sad a little bit. Maybe his eyes are showing that sadness. Eyes are the window to the soul, that is the saying after all. He went to the wardrobe and put his coat on, taking his bag and then leaving the building, but not before clocking out.

The night was cold, but (Y/N) wasn't that bothered by the cold. Can't die from it anyhow. And oddly enough, it was quiet. No criminals so far, nothing besides the soft wind and the cold that didn't really bother him anymore. He walked, hands in his warm coat pockets. He actually enjoyed the silence, the walk home... He rarely even used his car at this point.

He paused when he heard something up on the roof up on the building he was walking past. He paused and looked up, noticing Batman holding up a criminal by his ankle. For a split second, Batman's eyes and his met. (Y/N)'s eyes widened as he felt... Oh God...

His lover...

Reincarnated.

Now he had to wonder what his name is, since Batman's identity is unknown.

Batman shook out of the daze and focused on the criminal and (Y/N) started moving.

Bruce was beyond confused as he held the criminal by the ankle on the roof. There was something about the man he noticed, almost like he knew him... But he has never met him before. What the hell is going on? He shook out of that haze and finished the interrogation quickly.

"Are you alright father?" Robin asked and Bruce nodded.

"I'm alright Damian. We got the intel we need, so lets go." Bruce moved to the edge again, taking his grappling hook out.

All 4 boys exchanged looks. Something is going on with their dad. Their guardian. Something about that man in the street, has rattled him. Batman is never rattled. His is like a rock almost. Unflappable, but can show emotion when he needs to. But this? To be rattled by a normal person walking at Gotham at 2am? Sure...

Jason and Dick shared glances, relaying a message to look better into this later. They had to. Tim gave them a look that said they were going to look into this no matter what. Damian just nodded at them, confirming their plans.

They have to figure out what's going on.

It seems that Bruce Wayne is Batman. Don't ask (Y/N) how he figured it out, but he did. Now, how do you encounter one of the richest people alive? You don't. Do you become a vigilante instead and meet Batman, like any sane person? Of course you do. (Y/N) has accumulated a shit ton of wealth in his immortal years, so he could afford to make one.

So, now it was time to find Batman and flirt the ever living hell out of him.

And over the next few weeks, (Y/N) had been flirting with Batman. And while he wanted to stick to his promise of denouncing love, he couldn't stay away from... Bruce. The first lover he had was in Scotland, looking exactly like Bruce Wayne. Although, his name was Kent and it was in the medieval times. And all the different reincarnations, he couldn't stay away. Not for the life of him.

Fate was cruel anyhow. First giving him immortality and then a lover who reincarnates and (Y/N) suffers. Welcome to his life.

But the flirting was going along quite well. He was a bit rusty, but he was getting the hang of it. It was fun and he could feel the connection growing between them. And patrol with Bruce was fun. If you ignore his grumpy behavior. The boys have noticed the change in Bruce and have started watching from afar.

They have noticed the flirting and the farewell cheek kisses, but for the life of them, they couldn't figure it out. But one Robin has decided to check it out and finally figure out what's going on. Damian was determined to figure out what's going on. His father has been distracted and well, Damian wouldn't stand for it. He had to know what is going on.

So, during patrol, once the two damn lovebirds went their separate ways, Damian followed (Y/N) and once they were far away from Batman, Damian stopped in front of him, blocking his path.

"We need to talk. Now." Damian crossed his arms, scowling at (Y/N).

"About what Robin?"

"About yours and father's relationship. Because whatever is going on, it's affecting my father. So start talking."

(Y/N)'s eyes widened under the mask, but he kept his face neutral.

"If I tell you, you wouldn't believe me anyway," (Y/N) said.

"Try me."

(Y/N) chuckled. Oh, the kid was sassy. Or, as Maya would say, rather spicy. (Y/N) saw that Damian was sizing him up, seeing if he would attack.

"I'm an immortal. I've been immortal for the last 1000 years... And your father, Bruce," He paused, watching as Damian's shoulders tensed up, scowl deepening. "He is my lover reincarnated. I've met him time and time again... Always telling myself that I would never love, but then... He would walk in... I was essentially following the Wayne family heir, from Scotland in medieval times to now in the 21st century," (Y/N) chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck.

"And... They always looked like father?" Damian asked, now beyond curious.

"Yes. That's how I know. And I have a feeling he felt a connection with me. It always happens. So that's what's affecting him," (Y/N) explained and Damian nodded.

"Can I tell him all this? He can't go on patrol affected. And you both dancing around the damn... Tension and flirting is getting annoying." Damian muttered and (Y/N) nodded.

"I could give you my number. In case he wants to call," (Y/N) said and Damian nodded.

"That wouldn't be a bad idea. I'll tell him to call as soon as possible."

It's been a few days and (Y/N) was expecting a call or even a text. And he's been on pins and needles. Work was not really relaxing anymore and he was ready to lose his damn mind. Maybe Bruce is too afraid. Maybe (Y/N) is just getting his hopes too high up. Maybe he was just insane. Wow. And it only took 1000 years to go insane. Holy shit. Just that long?

(Y/N) was smoking on his balcony, adjacent to his small apartment when his phone rang.

(Y/N) has never picked up the phone so damn fast before accepting the call.

"Hello?" (Y/N) asked, voice full of hope, hoping that it's Bruce.

"Hello. Damian gave me your name and number. I'm assuming that this is (Y/N)?" Bruce asked, (Y/N) recognizing his voice from the TV appearances.

"Yeah, this is me..." (Y/N) said softly, forgetting his cigarette for a moment, leaving it in the ashtray.

"I heard you are an immortal. And that I'm a reincarnated lover of yours."

"Well, you are essentially reincarnation of one man from your family, but all the way back in Scotland. Medieval times, just so you know." (Y/N) leaned back into his balcony chair.

"Same face?"

"Same face, different names. But the same personality..." (Y/N) trailed off. All the... Well, now Bruce, but all of his lovers had the same personality. A bit emotionally constipated, but gentle, kind and once the emotional constipation goes, amazing lovers. Both in bed and out of it.

"So that's why I feel like I knew you in... A past life." Bruce chuckled on the other line and (Y/N) smiled at the sound. Just like he remembered.

"Yeah..."

There was a silence before Bruce spoke up again. "I want to meet with you. I want to know more."

"Of course... When and where?" (Y/N) bit his lip as he waited.

"Tomorrow? It's Saturday and we'll have a lot of time."

"You've got a deal Bruce."

(Y/N) drove to the Manor, being let into the grounds by Tim who opened up the gates via the remote, curios to see who the man was. He wanted to know who the man was, just like Jason and Dick. Damian didn't really mind at this point. He met (Y/N), talked to him, got his story and got his name. He was settled for now. But he did give Bruce a threat to get this resolved before the next patrol.

Otherwise, the majority vote of his children would bench his ass.

Jason and Dick watched from the windows upstairs, holed up in Jason's room. (Y/N) parked, pressed his forehead against the steering wheel, breathing deeply.

"Positive affirmation. Positive fucking affirmation. I got this. I've survived the Bubonic plague, hungers, two fucking world wars... This shouldn't terrify me. If it does, well, I'm weak for a fucking immortal." (Y/N) stepped out of his car, taking another deep breath before going to the front door, where Alfred was waiting patiently.

"You must be (Y/N), come on in." Alfred stepped aside and (Y/N) nodded, smiling a bit. Well, the manor looked similar from its American Revolution days. Of course, some renovations had to be done, but overall... The Manor was the same.

"May I take your coat?" Alfred asked and (Y/N) nodded, taking his coat off, handing it to Alfred who put it into the wardrobe, still keeping a friendly smile. "Please, follow me."

(Y/N) followed Alfred through the halls. (Y/N) glanced around, trying to remember the Manor as much as possible. It's been a long time since he was here. A long time since he was in Gotham in general. But still.

"Here we are. Master Bruce is just behind this door." Alfred nodded before leaving and (Y/N) took a breathe before pushing the knob down and entering. A library. A beautiful one at that. But what caught his attention were two couches and a coffee table in between, filled with essentially snacks and different drinks.

And one person who was sitting there. Bruce. His... Well, the same person had different names due to the all reincarnation and whatnot. But the face was the same. His blue eyes... The exactly the same face...

(Y/N) nearly fell down to his knees, but somehow kept himself upright. Bruce looked him up and down, wonder and... Yearning in his eyes?

"Please, sit," Bruce said softly, pointing at the couch across from him.

(Y/N) did, leaning back into the soft couch, crossing his right leg over his left.

This felt absolutely surreal. Not even real at this point.

"So we were lovers in many of my past lives?"

"Yes... Starting all the way back in Scotland in medieval times, when your family name was Weyne, not Wayne... You were named Kent back then," (Y/N) smiled at the memories of Kent Weyne... The man who started it all.

"So family roots have started in Scotland?" Bruce asked, curious. I mean, of course their roots from Europe, but he didn't know how long back did they go. Or where back they went.

(Y/N) nodded and started talking about their history. Every version of Bruce he has encountered, in what time period, country, well, then back kingdoms or empires, later on republics.

"The last one was named Elliot and I met him after the American revolution. Built the railway, bought the Manor actually. The last tenant before the Waynes has... Well, took his own life." (Y/N) reached for the glass of water on the coffee table, taking a sip before holding it in his lap, eyes trained back on Bruce," Elliot and I stayed together for the rest of his life and I watched him take his last breath. Before he passed, I promised him that I would love him for the rest of my life... And also promised myself to never love again," (Y/N) laughed to himself, but it sounded hollow to his ears.

"I can imagine why you would never love again. Being immortal and all and the rest being just mortal, dying... I can see why," Bruce said quietly, watching (Y/N)'s body language.

"And try being gay during the last 1000 years," (Y/N) muttered and Bruce chuckled in sympathy.

"I can only imagine. But now, you don't need to hide. Welcome to the 21st century."

(Y/N) smiled at that. "The best century."

"Agreed... I've never met an immortal. Met many different people who have magic and all, but never an immortal," Bruce crossed his arms, leaning back.

"I've never met an another immortal either. Either we are rare or I'm the one and lonely specimen." (Y/N) glanced at the snacks, before popping a chocolate into his mouth.

"Also, before you ask, I did become a vigilante to meet you as Batman... Because I was... Far too shy to meet you as Bruce Wayne. Hence why I was confident as my alter ego... And not as... Me, right now, when meeting the man under the mask..." (Y/N) said, glancing back at the chocolate. "Also, this is some good chocolate."

Bruce chuckled, now understanding the contrast of the two personalities. (Y/N) as a vigilante being flirty, confident. Now the man under the mask, (Y/N) is nervous, tad shy. A complete opposite.

"I would like this to go somewhere... I know you said you would never love again, but you couldn't stay away from me, meaning that you feel something too..." Bruce said, knowing that he hit a nerve once (Y/N) took a shaky breath, before he laughed.

"Yeah... You are right. I would like this to go somewhere too."

(Y/N) woke up in Bruce's arms, feeling soft and gentle kisses across his shoulder blades. A gentle drag of lips across his skin. (Y/N) smiled as he hummed, turning around to look at Bruce, who was smiling at him. Bruce wrapped his arms around (Y/N), bringing him closer to him.

"I think I felt you leave during the night. You were gone for a while..." Bruce murmured, still sleepy.

"Had a nightmare. Went out to smoke on the balcony... You know, I had a dream of our story. I remembered the Elliot version of you, then us meeting and our... Story," (Y/N) mumbled, moving to put his head on Bruce's chest. Bruce adjust himself and allowed (Y/N) to put his head on his chest.

"Really?" Bruce asked as he pulled the covers over them both.

"Mhm. It was a nice dream. I got to our first meeting, in the library, before your kisses woke me up. Rude, by the way."

Bruce chuckled, leaning down to kiss his head.

"My apologizes, your majesty. Unfortunately, I can't read minds yet," Bruce said smoothly, making (Y/N) huff.

"Sure, sure... That is unfortunate."

"Yes, it is... Come on, lets get ready for breakfast. Jason will steal you a few hours to talk about history, just so you know," Bruce warned him and (Y/N) laughed. He never minded it, in fact, he loved it. Finally someone to share it with, someone who knows is immortal and won't be wondering how the fuck he knows all of that.

"You know I never mind that," (Y/N) patted Bruce's cheek above him.

"Mhm. Want to shower together?" Bruce leaned down to kiss (Y/N)'s neck, gently nibling at the skin.

"As long as you don't maul me in the shower."

Bruce snorted as he picked up (Y/N) into his arms, carrying him to the bathroom.

(Y/N) just rolled his eyes, knowing that Bruce would indeed maul him in the shower. But is that a really bad way to start a morning?

[lazycats-stuff]

Hi! I've always been fascinated with people who can speak a lot of languages. How about Batfam x Brother Reader (not a vigilante) who somehow has the gift of omnilingualism (can speak all languages ever created)? Whenever they or the Justice League or any of the hero teams need help with an ancient language that nobody speaks or has even heard of, they call him. And every time he identifies the language and translates it perfectly, everyone is impressed by his ability, and jealous of Bruce for having a son like that. Superman loves talking to him in Kryptonese, Wonder Woman speaks to him in ancient Greek, Damian in Arabic, Dick in Romani, Cass in sign language.

Thanks for writing!

That sounds like a cool power, but I know my brain would explode from it. I only know my native language and English and I'm glad to be European for once. Also, lets pretend that this GIF represents all languages. I had an exam the day I started writing this and couldn't find anything better. Also, yes, I emerged from the exam hell.

And yes, this is short, but honestly, this is sitting way too long in my drafts. Also, a quick edit in, it's not my best work, but I just needed to get it out.

Summary: (Y/N) has one hell of a power.

Warnings: swearing

Clark Kent and Bruce Wayne glanced at one another as they tried to decipher what this unearthly language might be. It is something alien, but not even Clark could figure out what it might be. So they were in a shit position. J'onn J'onzz tried as well, but the trio of men were just at a loss for words and comprehension. But, they did have a trick up their sleeve.

Bruce's youngest son, who is not a vigilante, but has an immensely cool power. Being able to speak every language ever created. Human, alien, animal... If it's a language, (Y/N) will speak it, understand and translate it for you. For a fee of his choice of course. And as much as he loves his family, including the Justice League, there is a certain inconvenience in dropping everything in order to help translate and/or speak something.

"Bruce, you should call (Y/N). Now. Because the 3 of us are getting nowhere with... These hieroglyphics. Because this makes no sense, " Clark muttered, rubbing his chin.

Bruce stepped to the side and called his son, having to turn away as he noticed a sleepy voice over the line. And Bruce had to throw in a few bribes, such as a new book, newer sneakers and fast food for a whole week. Yes, (Y/N) can throw wagers like that.

"He will be in within 10 minutes," Bruce came back to the Martian and Superman.

And just on the dot, (Y/N) came in 10 minutes later, a mug of coffee in his hand, clothes messy and hair that looked liked he just rolled out of bed.

"Before I start, you 3 realize that it's 2am back in Gotham?" (Y/N) asks before raising the mug to his lips.

"No (Y/N), sorry." Clark put his hand on (Y/N)'s shoulder and gently led him to the desk where the document was.

(Y/N) took a look at it and started translating it for the trio. He wrote it down on a pad of paper and then handing it to Bruce.

"Don't worry about, they didn't write about anything dangerous. Just some trades and what not. Now, excuse me, I'm going back home. And I expect my payment in the next, 5 business days. Have fun dad. And of course, bye uncle Clark and J'onzz," (Y/N) waved before he went back to the Zeta Tubes and being taken back to the Batcave.

"Bruce, I am beyond jealous," Clark commented as he turned to Bruce, who simply let out a the infamous Bat smirk.

(Y/N) was called in, yet again. But this time, Wonder Woman, Aquaman and Flash needed him. And it was, yet again, the middle of the night. What about now? An ancient language, a human one, that no one has ever even heard of. And it is a human one. (Y/N) came in through the Zeta tubes again, in his PJs, hair sticking out in every way and his he would yawn every few minutes.

"What is it now?" (Y/N) asked as he walked up to the table. "Now it's 4am in Gotham. And I have to get up at 7am. And you 3 couldn't wait to, oh I don't know, call?" (Y/N) grumbled as he rubbed his eyes, approaching the table to look at the document.

"Jesus Christ, this is like..." He leaned forward, squinting since he forgot his glasses in a hurry. "This seems to be from South America, my guess would be Brazil... And it's very harmless. May I know why you were so insistent I get here?"

"We found it with the League of Light. We did a raid and found this. We were worried," Wonder Woman explained and (Y/N) sighed.

"Jesus Christ, you all panic over nothing. It has not... Allusions to the League of Light or their shit. But I'll translate it for you, so you can panic even more... Also, my payment is going through B. But now, I'm going to bed. And I swear to God, I'm going to charge actual fucking money, cause this is getting out of hand." He turned on his heel and walked back to the Zeta tubes, ready to go back to bed and sleep. He might start charging money. 10k per minute.

(Y/N) was sitting in the Batcave, reading over an old ass language that he was asked to translate.

"How's the translation going along?" Superman asks in Kryptonese as he walks over, somehow managing to get into the Batcave.

"Just started. Should have it done in about 2 hours. Also, for the record, I'm charging now. With money. 10k per hour."

Clark laughed at that, enjoying the banter they have as an uncle and nephew.

"Oh don't be so dramatic. We may call on you often because you are the only one who can help us. Omnilingualism is a rare power."

"It may be a rare power, but you people call on me all the time. It's starting to get annoying. Maybe I'll force dad to put me on a payroll or something like that." (Y/N) put the papers off to the side and turned to look at his uncle.

"So, what brings you here?" (Y/N) pushed his glasses up on the bridge of his nose.

"I was looking for Bruce. There is some new information about a case we've been working on. But I can't tell if he's here or not," Clark glanced around the cave, trying to figure out if Bruce was here or not.

"He's not here. He's at Wayne Enterprises. It's the daylight after all and all the major criminals are sleeping and he has to do stuff as the CEO after all," (Y/N) explained to Clark who nodded. "Are you having a day off?" (Y/N) added and Clark nodded.

"I have taken a day off and have decided to look into our case," Clark said as he moved around the cave, glancing around.

"Where's the car?"

"The Batmobile is getting a check. Got to make sure that it works," (Y/N) answered and Clark hummed and then nodded.

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Can we get batfam x male brother Reader who is a professional pianist and travels the world performing solo or with an orchestra (your choice) and nobody in the family notices that he is gone except Titus and Alfred (the cat) who sit by the grand piano in the manor and whine because there is no music. Your choice on how the story ends.

Big fan of your writing.

Sure, lets do it. Fair warning, I'm not a pianist or a musician, so just a heads up. And yes, this is short, but, exams, exams and praying to pass the year.

Summary: (Y/N) is a world know pianist. The only problem is that his family doesn't seem to notice him leaving for performances.

Warnings: everyone forgot about (Y/N), besides the furry residents, (Y/N) is a musician.

(Y/N)'s life was always connected to music. Ever since he was a little boy, he would be sitting at the piano, pressing at the keys, enjoying the sound of the notes and melodies he made and he enjoyed the rhythm very much. He had a highly trained ear for anything related to music and Bruce noticed that early on.

No one could deny that (Y/N) had a special connection to music and so Bruce hired a tutor for (Y/N), a renowned teacher who was well known for her tough love, but still loving methods. (Y/N) was genuinely enjoying the lessons and the nurturing of his talent clearly did him well.

He would play whenever he had the time, whenever he could sneak off, (Y/N) would be playing. Bruce would have to force him to study for school, which wasn't a problem for (Y/N) since he was studious enough, but he just wanted to play. Of course, Bruce would make sure that (Y/N) had his breaks, because it's good for your mental health to have breaks.

And to prevent burnout. Just because you love something, doesn't mean you don't need breaks, that was something that Bruce would say rather often.

But as the time went on and the night job as Batman started taking over and over, Bruce was slowly, but surely slowly losing interest in (Y/N)'s passion. He didn't want to lose it, but between his night job, Justice League, his other sons on patrol and then in the Justice Leagues and soon, (Y/N) was forgotten.

The only normal son was forgotten.

That hurt (Y/N) at first, but it is all good to (Y/N). He's a solo performer know the world over, packing concert halls. It took a while to get there, but with finishing a prestigious music academy, pure passion and competitiveness that he inherited from the Wayne family, he made it in the world of classical music.

He would often practice on the grand piano in the Manor, Alfred the cat curling on his lap, not minding the moving of (Y/N)'s legs as he pressed the pedals of the piano to tune the sound. It was oddly comforting to Alfred. And Titus, the big bastard would curl up next to the chair since he couldn't curl up at his feet.

Right now, (Y/N) was travelling all over Europe, performing all over sold out concert halls, to people who shared the same passion for classical music and for piano performances. And Europe was really amazing. Food, history, culture...

It's been a few weeks now and the Manor has been... Quiet. No piano... Nothing. Bruce and the others were just going on with their lives, not really bothered by the silence of the manor. But to the two furry residents, the silence was bothering them. A lot. Alfred the cat would climb around the closed piano, whining at the no sounds coming from it, also missing the owner of the piano as well. He would rub all over the piano, lounge on the chair of the piano, meowing and whining for the music.

Titus, the gentle giant of the two, also lounged around the piano, sniffing, nudging it with his snout, trying to get it playing, whining at it just like Alfred when it didn't start making noise. Moving to the chair, putting his head on it, just like he did when (Y/N) was back home.

But the two furry residents, the silence was torture. And they were patiently waiting for their favorite human residents to come back home. But until then... They would have to suffice with Damian, Dick, Jason and Tim, plus Bruce and actual Alfred who are taking care of them now.

But once (Y/N) is back, they are going to be the first ones to greet him.

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I could see BatCatbro! Being a bit of kleptomaniac, like he can’t help it; he takes things from the Batfamily until they notices and he’s like the best actor so he doesn’t confess he has them until Alfred while cleaning his closet in the manor a box with trinkets and stuff he took from them

Sure, the look on everyone's faces would be priceless. And this gif make me laugh at how (Y/N) would steal. Also, I feel like my spirit animal is a racoon. Also, maybe a little bit short, but college and assignments... I have a topic of Great Schism that I need to present in a few days...

Summary: (Y/N) inherits some kleptomaniac traits from his mother. Alfred finds out.

Warnings: cursing, (Y/N) stealing, all planned out...

(Y/N) Kyle was another of Bruce's biological children, half brother to Damian. His mother? Selina Kyle, the infamous Catwoman and the woman that Bruce has on and off romance with. Is anyone really shocked that a child was the thing that came out that relationship? No. Bruce decided to adopt him a better future. Maybe even send him to college.

(Y/N) was fine living in the manor, it was comfortable, the only problem was the distance from the city, but that's why they had Alfred to help out. And older boys who had licenses, so that was somewhat manageable. The manor had a lot of amenities and it was better than his mother's apartment in that manner.

But there was something that (Y/N) couldn't resist doing. It was just something from his mother. He may or may not be a kleptomaniac. What can he say, he just loves to take things. Not money and nothing really expensive.

Or anything sentimental.

Just things that (Y/N) knew wouldn't raise alarms right away. His mother taught him that. Just something that wouldn't raise any alarms right away. That means sentimental things because if he even touched one of those from his brothers, the manor would be flipped over upside down for them.

And not to mention the most obvious hidden place for any teenage boy to hide their shit.

Their closet.

Men just shove everything in the closet. It's a normal thought process that men have. Shove everything in the closet and just... Forget about it until becomes a problem.

Isn't that how it usually goes?

Shove it and forget until it exists until it becomes a problem.

Isn't that just life in general?

Alfred walked to (Y/N)'s room, closing the door behind him. He glanced around, trying to figure out how much mess there is and how long would it take to clean it up. While (Y/N) wasn't a messy person, he wasn't tidy either. There was some clothes thrown around the room and Alfred didn't mind it. It was not much work, but the closet was a whole another ball game.

Alfred got to work with the clothes before moving to closet.

Of course, a lot of things were shoved in there and Alfred wasn't shocked. Men do have that habit of just shoving everything in their closets. Alfred slowly started with folding the clothes, rolling up the socks...

Alfred raised a brow as he looked at a hidden box. It was a normal looking box, but something piqued Alfred's interest. Something called him to the box, a gut instinct it seems. He knelt down and took the box and opened it.

His eyes widened as he noticed all of the little things the other boys complained or mentioned that went missing. It was a blade from Damian, but not important enough so he would notice right away. Alfred remembered that this particular blade wasn't in Damian's most important arsenal, but still.

Damian was serious about his knives.

Then it was Jason's gun, thankfully, the mag was out and there were no bullets. And there was not that one bullet in the chamber. Again, Jason owned many guns, but this pistol, just like Damian's blade, wasn't primary...

There were some of Dick's and Tim's things as well...

Not important enough to cause suspicion right away...

Alfred connected the dots right away.

(Y/N) is a kleptomaniac.

Oh shit.

" What the fuck? " Jason muttered as he took his gun back, not loading it.

Alfred smacked the back of his head for cursing, making Jason let out an ow as he rubbed the back of his head.

" Language, " Alfred simply said as he watched others get their trinkets back.

" This was a smart strategy. Take something you know they wouldn't really know went missing, since it's not sentimental, " Damian said from his spot at the table, making everyone nod.

" Yeah... I don't want to insult Catwoman, but it's clearly that he inherited it from from Selina, " Dick said and Tim chuckled.

" Clearly Dick. But you have to give it to our brother, he was smart about it. Almost looks like something Damian would have done, " Tim said, glancing over at his brother Damian, who scoffed.

" Does B knows about this? " Jason asked Alfred, who shook his head.

" No, he's on a mission with the League. We won't bother him with it now. But we need confront (Y/N) about this," Alfred stated and everyone nodded.

Yeah, they needed to talk to (Y/N) about this.

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Hi. First off, big fan of your writing. Second, how about batfam x brother Reader who is a world chess champion? I'm talking Magnus Carlsen and Garry Kasparov style. I really love chess as a game and I've seen that the batfam plays chess in the comics. They all watch livestreams of Reader playing in big tournaments and cheer him on, and when he comes back home with another trophy - it calls for a celebration (and a lot of fluff). Maybe a few challenges to a game from the batfam as well?

If not, that's ok. Keep writing though, it makes me happy when you post.

Okay, I think I've said it before, but I have no clue about playing chess so, if there are any mistakes, my apologies. Also, glad to hear you're happy when I post.

Summary:

Warnings:

(Y/N) was always an interesting child to Bruce. (Y/N) was always different and Bruce noticed that from (Y/N)'s early age. And he wanted to nurture whatever that is. And so he did via chess. (Y/N) was an amazing strategist. Bruce noticed it quickly and immediately put him into a chess club. It was safe to say that (Y/N) thrived. He played chess 24/7 and Bruce knew that it was a better alternative than technology.

So (Y/N) spent a lot of time on chess.

And we mean a lot of time.

And he has played against everyone in the house. And yes, he has beaten them all. Including Alfred, who loves a good challenge in chess. Damian may or may have not just rage quitted from chess for a few weeks before he cooled down enough to actually admit defeat. Now, he was (Y/N)'s biggest challenger and wouldn't really change it.

Even Ra's played with (Y/N) once when he broke into the manor, only to find (Y/N), playing chess with himself. Ra's decided to join and honestly couldn't believe that he was beaten in chess. A game he played for the last 600 hundred years of his life. And while he didn't rage quit like Damian, he was a bit... Perplexed. But he could admit defeat and he could admit when someone was far better than him.

And when Bruce came home, safe to say, he nearly had a heart attack at the sight of one of his biggest enemies and his son chatting about chess.

He nearly passed out there and then. But, he is Batman after all and he managed to keep his cool. Somewhat. After that, he simply upgraded security, making sure that Damian could not get out, since Damian was his rule for the matter of security. If Damian could come in just like Ra's, that would mean that the security was not good enough.

Bruce smiled as he listened to (Y/N) rambling about a new strategy he was looking at. (Y/N) recently became a world champion in chess and (Y/N) was on cloud nine ever since. Bruce didn't blame him. He played against great opponents, against people who shared his passion for the game and the people who were just as good as (Y/N), if not better.

That is something that everyone needs. People who share the same passion for the game or sport and people who genuinely push you to be better, to be the best there is in their respective game or sport. And that's what Bruce wanted to see. He wanted to see his son being pushed, being bettered, that magic and strategic brain working.

" And when is your next tournament? " Bruce sipped his coffee and (Y/N) tilted his head.

" I think in a few months. It's a pretty big one actually. It's the players with whom I played before, but also, I've heard some good female chess players are going to play too. It's nice to play against females actually. Chess is nice in that way, gender doesn't matter, only brains and tactics. " (Y/N) rummaged through the sweet drawer of the kitchen, looking for something sweet.

" I see. I would ask are the players any good, but I already know my answer, " Bruce smiled as (Y/N) stood up, taking a bar of chocolate from the drawer.

" Yup. I don't think that anyone can buy their way in due to the fact that, to me, at the very least, it's obvious that you don't know how to play. " (Y/N) took the wrapper off and offered Bruce some chocolate.

" Well, nepotism is absolutely everywhere son, so I wouldn't be shocked if there was nepotism in chess. "

(Y/N) nodded as he broke up a row of chocolate cubes before he popped one into his mouth.

" Mhm. I know that. Nepotism is everywhere today, which is a sad sight. "

" Okay, everyone, the tournament is about to start! " Bruce called to his boys, who ran down the stairs, nearly falling over one another to get to the couch. Bruce has already set up a YouTube stream that was waiting to get started. Everything was set up, snacks and drinks included.

Boys and Bruce got settled on the couch, waiting patiently for the broadcast to start. Everyone was talking about the strategies that (Y/N) might use, whom he will go against, how well will (Y/N) play, well, that is not even a question, but still. Sometimes, even the best of the best have bad and off days.

" Okay, it is starting, " Damian announced and everyone's focus shifted to the TV where the tournament started.

Everyone lasered focused on the TV, watching the players play. They would comment on each players strategy, murmuring their own suggestions. Sure, they didn't play as good as them, but they were decent enough in chess to play against themselves and then against a... Good chess opponent.

But for the love of them, they couldn't win against (Y/N), no matter how hard they tried. And it didn't bother them. They were going to win one way or another, some time in the future. Sometime... Perhaps. Maybe.

One day.

No, they were not thinking about it, it's not living in their heads rent free. Not moving around like a mouse running up a wheel. No. Pfft.

" Look, (Y/N)'s playing. " Bruce pointed as he munched on some crackers and all the talking ceased immediately, eyes focusing on their brother.

Time to get locked in.

Damian wanted to throw the damn chessboard out of the damn window. And (Y/N) with the damn board. It was not even funny how Damian kept losing in chess. He tried absolutely everything that he could. Every single strategy. He tried to think of it as playing with his grandfather, but Jesus Christ, was (Y/N) just that good.

" Okay, you have to be cheating. "

(Y/N) laughed as he unscrewed the plastic lid off of his water bottle.

" I did not cheat, I never cheated and I never will cheat. " (Y/N) raised his water bottle and Damian just scoffed.

" You have to be. I've never lost this many times in chess. " Damian crossed his arms, making (Y/N) smile as he sipped his water.

" There's no shame in losing. " (Y/N) screwed the lid back on the bottle before putting the water bottle back on the desk, near the chessboard.

" No shame in losing? I am a Wayne and an Al Ghoul. We do not lose. Losing is not an option brother. " Damian moved his pawn.

(Y/N) took a moment to look before taking his king, since he took Damian's queen a few turns ago.

" Checkmate. "

Damian slammed his hands on the desk before standing up and pacing up the old library floor.

" How the hell do you keep doing this?! "

(Y/N) tried not to laugh, because if Damian just decides to rage quit, it will the funniest thing ever and that will piss Damian off even more.

More so than he already is now.

" Damian, just breathe, " (Y/N) said gently before Damian actually listened and stopped to breathe.

" My apologizes. I just... No one ever beat me in chess. " Damian sat back down, huffing and crossing his arms.

" I guess you are better than me, " Damian mumbled, refusing to look at his older brother.

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could i request a batfam x male!reader where reader is partially blind/visually impaired

so one day reader loses his glasses or something and bruce walks up wearing black and reader, having seen batman before being adopted, recognizing his figure, is like ‘omg batman!’ cuz they can only see bruce’s physique and the colour he’s wearing and bruce is like 🧍🏻. sorry if this is confusing 😓

pwetty pwease,

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Oh my God, that's like... Bruce is just, what the hell. No problem dear 🐏anon, I got it. And yes, this is rather short, but I like the length of it.

Summary: (Y/N) needs his glasses to see.

Warnigns: cursing, (Y/N) is blind as a bat when he is not wearing his glasses(yes, pun intended)

(Y/N) was essentially a blind bat without his glasses. Think of Velma from Scooby doo cartoons. The moment that those glasses are off, (Y/N) can't see anything and he has to orient himself by other senses that a human possesses. Yes.

It's that bad.

(Y/N) didn't like it, he wished he didn't have to depend on them that much. Well, not much, more like fully.

It wasn't easy when you are in Gotham, at risk of being mugged or beaten. But... He got lucky. After years of being in foster care system, Bruce Wayne adopted him. He gained 4 brothers and a grandfather. It was a family that he has never had... And since Bruce is one loaded man, he paid for (Y/N)'s glasses and everything else that came with it.

(Y/N) was so thankful for it. He didn't know how he would have even survived without his glasses. It would be a lot of squinting and praying to God that he doesn't piss off the wrong people. And that's not the way he wanted to live. Especially not squinting while in this beautiful manor.

And one cool experience was seeing Batman. He saw him in an alley and (Y/N) thought it was so cool. And that's when he had glasses on. So, thankfully, he didn't miss him. But the suit was so cool. And the energy that Batman had was so scary and yet... You couldn't help but feel safe, knowing that he would save you.

Same went for the sidekicks.

Scary... But you know you'll be lead to safety, no matter what.

And that's what is so cool about Gotham and its resident vigilantes.

Unfortunately, (Y/N) couldn't find his glasses for some reason. He was sure that one of his now brothers misplaced his glasses. (Y/N) was trying to navigate himself in his room, trying not to bump into something. If he tripped, the house is going to explode with sheer anger and frustration from not being able to see shit. It wasn't nice. It sucked. He hated it.

He moved around by staying near the wall, using his hands as his guide to navigate around this place. It was not easy, but the memory of the layout really helps out.

But the fact that everything is blurry, not really.

(Y/N) stopped as he saw someone in black.

" Batman? "

He couldn't really control his train of thought at this point. And in (Y/N)'s defense, it does look like Batman.

" No (Y/N), it's Bruce. " Bruce stood there awkwardly, wondering how the fuck (Y/N) knew. How? They were all careful about hiding it. But for now he would deny it.

" Ah... Without glasses, you look like him. "

Bruce nodded. " Where are your glasses? "

" That's a good question. I do not know. I cannot find them, " (Y/N) answered as Bruce approached slowly.

" Hold onto my arm. " Bruce gently lead (Y/N)'s hand and (Y/N) held on tightly. " Do you think your brothers took it? "

" I hope not. "

Bruce chuckled as he started walking slowly, ready to help (Y/N) find his glasses. Crisis seemed to have been averted and Bruce was relieved.

That was a close one.

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You know how the entire batfam is always at war with each other? So I was thinking, batfam x Brother Reader (not a vigilante) who is really good at cooking, like Food Wars anime good, and the only time they are not angry or annoyed with each other is when they eat his food. And Alfred really likes being the first to try Reader's food. Reader wants to leave and become a world-class famous chef, but nobody lets him.

Love your writing, btw.

Aw, thanks anon. Honestly, I'm a foodie, but I suck at cooking. Not bad enough to be inedible, but... Nowhere near good.

Summary: (Y/N) is a very good cook.

Warnings: cooking, (Author has no clue how to cook), no one wants (Y/N) to leave, (Y/N) and Alfred are keeping the family fed.

(Y/N) always liked to eat, ever since he was a baby. Alfred found that a great trait. A foodie baby? Thank God. Feeding times were always easy and (Y/N) was always drawn to food in general. It should have been a sign, to everyone in the household. Truly.

When he was a toddler, he was always curious about what Alfred would cook in the kitchen. Always sitting on the counter, watching the pot, pans or even what was in the oven. And perhaps would search through the groceries when Alfred would come back from shopping.

Alfred would explain every ingredient and offer it to (Y/N) so that he could taste it. And thankfully, (Y/N) wasn't a picky eater. He would try everything he was curios about. (Y/N) would prepare it, no questions asked. When are toddlers open to tasting things out of their comfort zone?

Never.

So, Alfred embraced it and made sure that (Y/N) was well rounded when it came to food when he entered his teen years. And, as it happened, (Y/N) was learning how to cook. He would be found reading in his room, reading cookbooks, about ingredients, everything he could even get his hands on.

And Alfred started teaching him everything he knew. Of course, it began with the basics. How to cut, how to butcher, dice, slice... Every little basic that Alfred knew, he transferred it to (Y/N). And it was their bonding time. Cutting up the meat, cutting up the whole salmon that Alfred bought to teach (Y/N) how to cut and then later cook... (Y/N) was always fond of that time.

It was obvious to (Y/N) that cooking is his passion. Not just a hobby, not something to use a destressing... This was genuine, pure, unfiltered love towards food. And it was a beautiful thing to see. Bruce was happy to see his son happy and more than happy to be a tasting person for him, because Bruce loved (Y/N)'s cooking. And you could taste the love, the care and the sheer passion that (Y/N) puts in every dish he cooks.

And that's why his brothers have volunteered to taste the food. No matter what it is. When (Y/N) made pasta from scratch? Jason was there, already sitting patiently, with a smile on his face. (Y/N) didn't even had to ask Jason to taste it. And Jason may have or may have not fought with his brothers to get here.

Or when (Y/N) was trying to dip his toes in the Middle Eastern cuisines? Or when he was trying Chinese? Well, Damian was sitting in the kitchen before he even got to cooking. (Y/N) wasn't that shocked that Damian knew. We are talking about Damian, after all. And thankfully, if (Y/N) got lost, Damian would offer him advice. What spices to use, would taste the food through the process, help him adjust the food accordingly...

Damian loved it. And may have also, just like Jason, fought his brothers to be here.

Dick was not the one to fight, but (Y/N)'s food was just that good that... Jesus, he loved it. He started to rival Alfred's cooking. Which was no small feat. It was a big thing. Alfred's cooking was great. Out of this world. Without him, everyone would have starved.

Tim would also come down after actually sleeping, because (Y/N) threatened Tim that he would never taste his food if he didn't improve his sleeping schedule. Tim would never compromise getting to taste (Y/N)'s food. So, he started improving his sleep schedule.

And, when (Y/N) cooked, there was a truce. Jason, Dick, Tim and Damian were constantly at war. So, to keep (Y/N)'s cooking safe, they have decided to keep the kitchen off limits. No traps or anything of that sort in the kitchen or near the kitchen. That is a neutral zone and (Y/N)'s zone, so any type of conflict of any kind would not be tolerated near the kitchen.

(Y/N) was in the kitchen at the moment, doing some desserts for the first time, trying to make a nice creme brûlée for the first time, alongside some cheesecake. He focused on the desserts and once he had some breathing room to think, he sat down and sipped his coffee. He gave this a lot of thought and he wanted to go to France to study cooking. He wanted to see France anyway and he wanted to broaden up his horizons.

He wanted to go to Le Cordon Blue. And he would get a lot more there than just culinary education that's already amazing. Of course, it was expensive, but (Y/N) knew that Bruce had money set aside for him, for all of his sons to have a college fund. And besides, Bruce is a billionaire.

Money is not a problem for him. Like, at all...

But then again, being so far from his family scares him... You know, being alone in a country where they have no one, no support... All the support is across the Atlantic ocean. Not to mention a flight that's probably over 10 hours long... And perhaps the fact that it's in French, which also presents a language barrier...

(Y/N) sighed as he took the apron off, folding it and putting it away in the drawer. Bruce would support it. His brothers would support it. (Y/N) knows that. They always supported him when it came to his culinary journey. And he wouldn't just get culinary education, he would get hospitality management too.

So... He just needs to bring the topic up.

Somehow...

(Y/N) finally saw his chance when everyone was sitting down, eating NY strip steak that (Y/N) has made, practicing his temperatures for meats. Everyone was raving about the steak, eating with gusto. (Y/N) knew that this is his chance now.

(Y/N) stood up and took a deep breath. " I would like everyone's attention please, " (Y/N) started, trying not to feel nervous. Everyone looked at him, wondering what was going to happen. What he was even going to say?

(Y/N) sat back down, not trusting himself to stand.

" I've been doing a lot of thinking about my future. About what I would do with my life after I graduate high school. And I am most definitely going to go into culinary field. And I want to get best education in culinary arts, " He paused as he looked everyone over.

Curiosity and wonder. Okay. So far so good.

" I want to go to France to study. To Le Cordon Bleu. I would be taught a lot and I just want to broaden my horizons and scope, " (Y/N) said and everyone froze.

(Y/N), going halfway across the world? To France?

" No, " Jason blurted out in an instant, not even thinking about it.

Everyone looked at Jason, (Y/N) with hurt with in his eyes and everyone else in shock. They may have shared a same sentiment, but they wouldn't have said no outright.

" What the fuck is the matter with you!? " (Y/N) screamed at Jason and Bruce stood up.

" (Y/N) calm down, Jason, from now, keep quiet, " He then turned to (Y/N). " Son, I know you want to be a top chef, known in the field, but you don't need to go to France to achieve that. Le Cordon Bleu may be a prestigious school, but doesn't mean that you'll be able to achieve your dream. Why not go somewhere closer, like New York? " Bruce proposed and (Y/N) teared up.

" My dream has been to go to France! Why is everyone against me?! I want to learn more! "

Bruce sighed as he sat down. " I know (Y/N). And I support that. I truly do. But we don't want you that far from home, " Bruce stated softly.

" I thought you said you wanted me to broaden my horizons! You always say that to all of us! This is pure and utter bullshit! " (Y/N) stormed away from the table.

Dick, Tim and Damian watched silently.

" Jason, you could have kept your mouth shut. " Tim shook his head, " All of this could have been avoided had you been been smarter. "

Jason rolled his eyes. " Well, we all share the same sentiment. We don't want him to go. We don't want him to leave Gotham. " Jason took a piece of bread and Bruce sighed.

That was right. They didn't want him to leave. They wanted (Y/N) to stay here, in Gotham. With them. But, they can't keep him locked up. Bruce would settle that (Y/N) goes to New York. As far as he knows, there's a good culinary school there... Acronym is CIA something as Bruce remembers it.

" He's not going to be happy. " Tim sipped his water, raising his brows.

" Well, he can't leave us. He is not safe. Due to his last name and the enemies we have, " Damian noted and Bruce sighed.

" But we can't keep him locked up. " Bruce stood up and walked to (Y/N)'s room while the boys talked about (Y/N) staying here.

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I know the requests are closed, and I apologize, but this has been stuck in my head. Batfam x male brother reader where everyone thinks Reader is an actual angel, because of his soothing aura and voice. Everyone constantly wants hugs and love from Reader, and are always lookinh for him and fighting for his attention (even Alfred sometimes needs a hug when Bruce pisses him off). Bruce brings Reader to the meeting with the Justice League and everyone who comes into contact with Reader doesn't want to let him go, and they all want him to meet their loved ones and keep him as a new family member. Even the villains can't help Reader's voice and aura, as Reader gets kidnapped by the League of Assassins, and the villains of all the heroes, while Reader just comforts everyone like the angel they think he is.

Sorry if it's a bit long, love your writing.

Aw, (Y/N) being a comfort person. That's great person to have. But check on them as well. Sometimes they might need comfort too.

Summary: (Y/N) could be an angel in the disguise.

Warnings: swearing, kidnapping, everyone likes (Y/N).

(Y/N) was one of a kind. Everyone in the family could agree on that. There was something calming and nurturing about him. And Bruce and the family loved that about him. They all thought that he was an angel in disguise. But in every single way of the word angel. He was their comfort person. Their light in their world of darkness.

Everyone was seeking his hugs, the physical contact and his soothing words. Bruce was now certain that angels do exist. And it was in the shape of (Y/N) Wayne. Bruce knew that they are lucky to have (Y/N) in their life, a person who is more than willing to give them that comfort they all clearly crave. And Bruce made sure to keep his youngest son happy.

But, also made sure that (Y/N) was okay. God forbid if (Y/N) gets sad. Jason would declare World War 3, Damian would begin psychological warfare and Tim would make sure to hack into every electronic owned by the person who hurt their brother. Dick would remain calm and would comfort their brother. And Bruce? Well, he would either turn the blind eye to the things that his sons are doing.

And if the person was someone that important... Well, he could pull a few connections. Not just as Bruce Wayne, but as Batman.

If it's a thing? Something that is not a person?

Well, the only thing they could do is comfort him, because they can't wage war against an object.

They found that out the hard way, anyway.

Now, while (Y/N) was on the couch, reading a history book he bought in a bookstore. He covered his lap with a blanket, simply enjoying the nice feeling of the comfy couch Bruce bought.

" Ah, master (Y/N). " Alfred came into the room, making (Y/N) look up from the book.

" Hey Alfred. " (Y/N) closed the book to give Alfred his full attention. Alfred leaned down and hugged his grandson, letting out a sigh of whatever was bothering him.

" Was it dad again? " (Y/N) asked as he patted Alfred's back.

" I swear, master Bruce grates on my nerves sometimes, " Alfred mumbled into (Y/N)'s shoulder.

" Dad can be like that, " (Y/N) stated, making Alfred chuckle.

" Yes, master Bruce can be like that. But not sometimes. I feel like it's all the time... " Alfred sighed before straightening up, smoothing out his uniform.

" Thank you master (Y/N). If you are in the mood for something sweet, I made you a cheesecake, your favorite. It's in the refrigerator, just to let you know. " Alfred patted his head before he left to do some of the duties that he had left.

(Y/N) chuckled as he picked up the book back up, picking up right where he left of. He got comfortable again, getting lost in the book yet again.

Bruce really wanted to keep (Y/N) at the manor. He wished so. But a maniac was on the loose that wanted to target (Y/N) and until he was caught, Bruce was going to keep an eye out on (Y/N). And if that meant brining him here, well then, so be it.

" Alright, you can stay here, in the lounge area. The fridge is full drinks and the cupboards should have snack, should you get hungry. It shouldn't be too long anyway. " Bruce ruffled (Y/N)'s hair, ready to go to the meeting room, but the heroes of the League beat him to it.

" Oh my, is that (Y/N)? We've heard so much about you. " Superman approached, shaking hands with him.

(Y/N) smiled as he shook hands with everyone, still smiling. And Bruce smirked as everyone was just drawn in to (Y/N)'s energy. Everyone hugged him at the very least once and they couldn't help but to go back for seconds. Bruce watched intently, making sure (Y/N) was comfortable.

Despite knowing he had no problem with setting boundaries, Bruce always taught (Y/N) that if he is not comfortable, he is allowed to say no. His boundaries and comfort are just as important, if not even more.

You should not be uncomfortable just to please other people. Bruce would not allow that.

Now Bruce wondered if the meeting was even going to happen now, since everyone, Wonder Woman, Superman, Aquaman, Flash, Cyborg... If anyone else came in, they would be side tracked too. Beyond belief. No one would even get anything done if (Y/N) was here.

Bruce rubbed the space in between his eyebrows as he heard the talk of meeting the families of the coworkers. Bruce was going to just take (Y/N) and go home and perhaps lock him in the manor for the time being. Perhaps.

Maybe.

But then (Y/N) would get mad and that's not good.

Bruce couldn't allow that to happen.

" You know, my sons would really love to meet you. " Bruce rolled his eyes as he heard that.

Of course.

(Y/N) woke up with a big headache. He couldn't remember what exactly happened, because this was not his bed. He didn't have silk anything in his room. (Y/N) groaned as he buried his face into his hands, trying to stop the pain. What the hell? Did he hit his head? Did he slip and fall?

Flew down the stairs?

Kissed the floor?

His head snapped up as he heard the door opening and now he saw the room. Most definitely not his room. His room is not the size of a fucking modest apartment. His room is not this big.

He looked at the person who entered and it was Ra's. Oh hell no.

" Ra's, do what do I owe being kidnapped? " (Y/N) mumbled out as he put his head back onto a pillow, closing his eyes. " Did Damian or anyone else from the family piss you off? Or was it some other hero, but you want to spite dad? "

Ra's let out a chuckle as he approached and sat down on the edge of the bed, on the side where (Y/N) was lying down.

" No, no one made me mad. I simply wanted to see you. The word has spread that you are an angel of sorts. And while you may not be a deity, we've all heard. Sometimes, heroes are not that careful and they let it slip. I just had to see for myself. Besides, not the first time you've been kidnapped. " Ra's intertwined his fingers and (Y/N) wanted to swat at him, but he couldn't bear to even open his eyes.

" Do not remind me. Please and thank you. "

" How bad is your headache? I have some painkillers that will help you, " Ra's stated and (Y/N) just wanted to be knocked out and sleep without pain.

" Will it make me sleep like a log? " (Y/N) mumbled out.

" Yes, it will. "

" Then I want it. What did you do to make my head hurt? "

" Just some stronger sedatives. Don't worry, it will wear off. " Ra's stood up as he went to get the pills for (Y/N), just knew that Bruce was on his way to here already.

He knew that very well.

Ra's quickly offered (Y/N) water and pills. (Y/N) took them because Ra's doesn't lie and well, had Ra's wanted him dead, he would have been dead from the get go.

(Y/N) yawned as he settled back into the bed.

" Next time, give me a heads up. "

Ra's chuckled.

" But where's the element of surprise in that? "

" I still can't believe Ra's kidnapped you, " Bruce murmured as he hugged (Y/N).

" Mhm. Can you let me go? I want to go to sleep, " (Y/N) stated and Bruce stepped back, allowing (Y/N) to go to his room.

The boys were watching from the living room, watching as (Y/N) left to go to his room.

Jason stood up and went to accompany his brother to his room. Yes, they are that protective of his brother. Especially after all the kidnappings with the villains, it's nothing new per se, but it is still a scary time when your brother is missing and you have a nice group of suspects, but not when they can just disappear out of thin air.

" Are we sure we can't keep in the manor 24/7? " Damian wondered, crossing his arms.

" I'm sure Damian. (Y/N) has a life outside of the manor. " Bruce rubbed his temples, done with the night. And yet, he still had to go out on the patrol. Great.

" Well, lets get ready and lets go on patrol everyone. "

Hopefully, that will clear Bruce's head to a certain degree.

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Is it OK if I use one of your batfamily fics as a reference for a fic of my own? I really like the ideas for some of them, but I wanted to ask to be sure first!

Of course it is, so sorry for a late reply, I don't get notifications from Tumblr, despite enabling them. Please, by all means, use them as reference.

[lazycats-stuff]

I missed your fanfics so much😭😭

😭😭 I missed writing too, but college is demanding and education will take priority you know...

[lazycats-stuff]

Hey, first I just wanna say, big fan of your writing. Second, I just watched Kengan Ashura, and I was wondering about a batfam x male brother reader who is not a vigilante, but is terrifyingly good at fighting. Of course the batfam doesn't know that, but they find out accidentally on patrol one night. Any of the family members accidentally sees Reader going into an abandoned building and wonders why he is out this late. They follow him and find a crowd of people in suits and one of Bruce's managers standing there, and it turns out that Reader is an underground fighter for Wayne Enterprises with an undefeated record and makes billions of dollars because of fighting. They watch him fight out of curiosity and are shocked at his skill and at the fact that he is better than any of them, and that he uses a style none of them know (please make it Niko style with Kure style combined - Reader developed it for himself in secret). After the short fight, where they see Reader being bored because his opponents are weak, the batfam listens to the conversation between Reader and Bruce's manager (Reader's employer for Wayne Enterprises - and underground fighting), they find out that Reader's nickname is Baba Yaga (or The Boogeyman, or Ogre - whichever you prefer) and that he is the reason why Wayne Enterprises has been able to get so much real estate and why the profit has been so high the last 2 years. They run home and wait for the Reader to get back. They confront him together with Alfred and Reader just pretends not to know anything until they attack him to prove he is lying and he just mops the floor with them without getting a single scratch. Cue shocked faces and Damian begging Reader to teach him his style.

You can finish how you want. Sorry if it's long, and thank you for writing.

Okay, I've never heard of Kengan Ashura, since I'm not really a manga person, but since there is no plot related to the actual series I need to abide by, I'm comfortable doing it, I just need to do some research, so no worries. I'll do it.

And yes, I'm alive everyone.

Also, could not find a better GIF, my apologies.

Summary: (Y/N) fights underground. Bruce and the fam find out.

Warnings: mentions of fights, nothing explicit though. Again, no explicit fights. It's said he fights, but no explicit description.

In a house full of vigilantes who are brilliant at investigating and discovering things, hiding secrets of your own is not an easy task. They were all observant, even when not in their suits and when they were not on patrol. It is not easy to shut off the part of the brain that keeps you alive, after all.

But, if you live with those people long enough, you learn enough how to keep your secrets underneath the radar and you learn how to move past those people. (Y/N) has learnt that the hard way, but he learnt it regardless. He had to if he wanted to keep it all a secret. And now, what would that secret might be?

(Y/N) was good at fighting. But not just good.

He was terrifyingly good.

Better than his brothers and better than his father combined.

Why was that a secret? It should be a good thing to be good at fighting, since he is the son of Batman, after all. The problem lied in the fact that he had a style that was never heard of. And he fought underground for Wayne Enterprises. That made him billions and it was on a secret account, one that Bruce didn't know about, otherwise he would blow a gasket.

And besides, the money was just an added bonus. (Y/N) liked fighting, so money wasn't needed. But Jesus, was it a nice touch to keep fighting. He had a scheduled fight anyway. And it was tonight, so he had to make sure to wait that everyone else went on patrol. And that's what he has heard at the moment.

Shuffling around the rooms, chatter about the criminals and soon enough, all of those footsteps and chatter moving to Bruce's study. And then nothing. (Y/N) has waited for an hour longer before he snuck out of the manor, ready to go fight tonight. It's been a while and he needs to get this restless energy out of his system. He got to his car and started driving.

This time he was hoping that the opponents would be somewhat able to withstand him and give him a challenge. But those opponents are rare unfortunately and it made (Y/N) a bit bored. But hopefully, tonight would be fine.

It was a few hours into patrol now and oddly enough, it was all fine. Usual Gotham villains were quiet and just wanted a peaceful night in, it seems. The only crimes they stopped were some muggings, break in and maybe some crimes they had heard over the Gotham Police radio. It was easier to follow rather than to wait for something to wait.

At the moment, they were taking a small break on a random roof top, just resting their feet and talking about stupid things and the most random things they could think of. They were bored beyond belief, but they knew that they couldn't end patrol early because of two words, what if?

What if one of the Gotham villains tries something and they are already back at the Batcave? What if they can't reach the place in time?

There were far too many what ifs for their comfort.

Damian was glancing around, always on alert, when he paused and had to do a double take. He stood up, now sure that (Y/N) entered an abandoned building.

" Why did (Y/N) just enter that old building? " Damian questions and everyone looked at him confused. What is that supposed to mean?

" What do you mean? " Dick inquired, wondering what the hell he was talking about. " (Y/N) can't be here. He's at home. "

" No, he just entered the building. " Damian pointed at the said building, which made Bruce stand up to get a closer look.

" So... We are going to go inside? To check it out? " Tim wondered, clearly not sure on what to do in this situation.

" Well, that depends on how sure Damian is that he saw (Y/N) enter, " Bruce said, glancing at Damian.

" I am absolutely sure father. I would recognize my older brother. " Damian crossed his arms and scoffed. " Now I'm insulted, " He muttered, making Dick chuckle.

" Alright. I say we get in there. " Bruce jumped off the ledge and glided down, landing silently onto the ground in front of the old house. He looked around as he waited for his sons to come down. Once they did, they silently made their way inside. They could hear lot of noise and they moved onto the big beams.

It gave them a nice view of the floor and it wasn't really a shock as to what it was.

A fighting ring.

The only odd thing?

There were men in suits. And Bruce did a double take when he noticed one of his managers. What the hell passed through his mind, wondering why his manager would be here?! What the hell was he doing here?!

But once he saw (Y/N) enter the round circle made by men, shirtless, hands wrapped.

Why the hell is his son even here!? Why is he fighting?!

Bruce was perhaps speechless for the first time in his life.

" What the fuck? " He muttered to himself, wondering what the hell was going on.

He watched as an opponent stepped into the circle, ready to face (Y/N).

Bruce wondered how much would (Y/N) survive, since he wasn't the one who was trained by him. Bruce or anyone else didn't train him, they simply trained him to have at the very least some sort of self defense.

Bruce nearly fell of the beam once he saw (Y/N) fighting. It was... Bruce has never seen anything like this before. He doubted that Ra's even had knowledge of this fighting style. This was... Incredible. Bruce had to be honest, this was just... How and when did he learn this? Who the hell taught him?!

Damian had the exact same train of fought.

Bruce kept observing, making sure to remember as much as possible. But there was something that was noticeable to him. Two different style, clearly something that he tailored to himself. Bruce noticed the tense up muscles, both in defense and offense. Then the sheer agility... Quick movement...

And redirection of the opponent's moves... What the hell was this? And with minimal effort too... Bruce tilted his head as he watched. This was incredible.

And since when is he so flexible? What the fuck was going on in his manor, Bruce thought as he kept watching his boy fight.

Then there was clear clawing at the opponents eyes, going for the neck...

Bruce couldn't believe it.

He had to figure out where he learned this. He needed to know.

But he couldn't do it here. He signaled to the boys to get moving back home. Bruce would deal with it later, but paused when he heard (Y/N) speaking to one of the managers, well, (Y/N)'s manager.

" You couldn't have brought in more skilled opponents? " (Y/N) leaned on the wall, arms crossed and Bruce was sure that he could see that frown on (Y/N)'s face, even though he couldn't see the face of his son.

" It's not my problem that you are leaps and bounds above them. " The executive said, adjusting his tie.

" You need to get me better opponents. "

" Is that the way you speak to your manager? " The man chuckled and Bruce could only sense the eye roll from (Y/N).

" Well, when your Boogeyman is getting a lot of money rolling into Wayne Enterprises, I would like to think that I can speak to you the way I damn please. "

Bruce's eyes widened as he listened in, adjusting his position on the beam.

Big profits that created a spike were 2 years ago and they kept growing... Underground fighting was the reason why there were even more money rolling in? What the fuck?

" Well, I do pay you well from what we earn, don't I? "

" Well, you have to if you want to keep the Boogeyman.. Besides, why did you give me that name? "

" I didn't name you that, everyone else did. And besides, it's a scary nickname that fits you. " The manager said as he stood up straighter.

" Anyway, I'm going home now. I have to make sure that dad doesn't see this, " (Y/N) murmured, making the manager nod.

" If Bruce finds out about this, we are all doomed kid. Have a good night. "

" You too. "

Bruce and everyone else were waiting for (Y/N) back at the manor, making sure to get there before him. They informed Alfred and have decided to confront him once he gets home. They dressed out of their suits and were waiting in the living room, all pretending to do something to seem natural in their behavior. Not like they are trying to confront him.

And oddly enough, the night is young anyway, so they didn't need pretend to be asleep.

(Y/N) came in, saying hi to everyone before going to the kitchen to get a snack. He already showered at the old house, curtesy of his manager.

" Evening (Y/N), how was your night? " Bruce looked up from a magazine, something he just picked up randomly.

" Eh, peaceful. "

Bruce and everyone else glanced at each other. Liar, liar, pants on fire.

" Ah. So we didn't see you in that abandoned house? " Damian started and (Y/N) tensed up for a bit before relaxing.

" No, must have been someone else, " (Y/N) said nonchalantly, keeping his composure.

Everyone slowly migrated to the kitchen, ready to slowly confront (Y/N).

" Are you sure? " Bruce asked and (Y/N) nodded.

" Of course I'm sure. "

And so they all attacked him at the same time.

And (Y/N) reacted, of course.

By wiping the floor with them. Completely and utterly.

Bruce was shocked and Damian was starstruck. Tim, Dick and Tim slowly moved away.

" What the fuck? " Jason muttered.

" Language, " Alfred stated, trying not to show his shock.

" (Y/N), you need to teach me! " Damian now followed (Y/N) around, clearly trying to get into his good graces to teach him. (Y/N) just wanted some peace in this insane household.

" Who taught you all of this? "

(Y/N) simply ducked into his room, avoiding everyone. Not tonight. Nope. Nope. Not gonna happen.

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Don't know if or when your asks will be open, but how about Batfam x male reader, where Reader is sarcastic and somehow pisses off Jason. Then Jason and the rest of the brothers decide to get Reader stoned to see what would happen and how he would behave. Fast forward 5 hours and the entire Batfam and the Justice League are trying to save the Reader from the Legion of Doom, only to find the abandoned warehouse and every villain unconscious from exhaustion or whatever because of the Reader and the Reader (stoned out of his mind) just dancing with one of the major villains to the song Rasputin. Later, when they bring Reader back to the manor, Alfred just tears the brothers a new one while Reader is still doing the most random things like Sheldon Cooper on coffee.

Thought it would be funny, thank you

Okay, comedy is not my forte, but I'll do my best to make it funny. Also, yes it's been a while, but no one said college was easy.

Warnings: smoking weed, author knows nothing about weed and smoking, swearing, author sucks at comedy, Alfred is mad.

Summary: (Y/N) pisses Jason off, who decides to get revenge.

(Y/N) and Jason were always at odds. (Y/N) has always been a sarcastic person and sometimes it would grate Jason's nerves to no end. Everyone else were used to (Y/N) being sarcastic and sometimes that sarcasm was necessary, so it was nice to have a sarcastic person who was simply natural about it.

But Jason was in a bad mood that day and (Y/N)'s sarcasm was not welcome anywhere in his vicinity. But, since they live in the same house, they are bound to see each other. And soon enough they got into an argument. What was it about? None of them can even remember, but Jason can only remember the feeling of getting back at (Y/N).

So... With his other four brothers, they have devised a plan to get back at (Y/N).

And that is to get him stoned out of his mind and see what he does. Record anything embarrassing and use the for blackmail. Of course, Bruce and Alfred can't know anything about this. Otherwise there would be hell to pay.

Especially from Alfred.

But they weren't really worried about (Y/N). They have all been exposed to a lot of different things, so weed was the least of their worries. The only thing they needed to do was to make sure to stone him and make sure no one finds out. Now, the problem is how to get him stone, because (Y/N) won't take weed willingly and knowingly. So the sneakiness is the way to go.

And the four of them devised a plan.

It has been 5 hours. 5 fucking hours since (Y/N) was kidnapped by the Legion of Doom. Bruce was close to just losing his mind and/or ripping his hair out from the worry. He wasn't sure what he was going to do first. The four boys were slightly worried. (Y/N) was stoned and... Well, it was a lot. His cognitive abilities are dampened. Which is not good when you are kidnapped.

Especially if you are kidnapped by your enemies. No. Just no.

And then they got the lead and went to abandoned warehouse. Bruce called in the big guns. The entire Justice League was there to help him. And his four sons too. It was going to be all out. They do need their brother back. Especially since they stoned him and they could only hope that he would be fine.

" He's going to be fine, " Jason said as they were making their way to the warehouse.

Bruce thought he was talking in general. He had no clue that they stoned him. The other 3 brothers just glanced at each other, wondering if he was really going to be fine. If he is even alive. That would be a better point to start with. Is he even alive? Is he being tortured? Are they cutting up his body to send it back into pieces?

Who even knows what they are doing to (Y/N)?

Jason was slowly, but surely, starting to question himself and trying to push the guilt down.

If he hadn't stoned (Y/N)...

They surrounded the warehouse, ready for the worst. But the sight that greeted them was something that could be in a movie.

Villains strewn on the floor, not dead. Superman has said that they are all alive. Just unconscious. Their heartbeats were all slow. But this wasn't even the best part. (Y/N), clearly stoned, if not from the smell, then from the sight of him, dancing with Lex Luthor, the leader of the Legion, dancing to Rasputin. Lex was clearly stoned out of his mind too.

Now, Bruce was expecting the worst. But this is... This is something that you see in fiction, not reality. What the hell has happened here? Bruce had to many questions swirling in his mind, but the first one being how the fuck did (Y/N) get stoned. How the hell did (Y/N) get stoned?

There is no weed in the manor. He has a rule that no drugs are allowed in the house. None.

Bruce slowly approached (Y/N), just as Lex passed out from exhaustion. Oh, Bruce could smell the weed. He wrinkled his nose a bit, but slowly, with some coaxing, managed to get (Y/N) in the car. Superman, Wonder Woman, Cyborg and Flash, Aquaman had problems back home, loaded up the criminals for transport.

The villains weren't Bruce's problem at the moment. It was the fact that (Y/N) was high as a fucking kite. Maybe even higher. God only knows how high. But for now, they had to wait it out.

" What the hell were you 4 thinking?! Alfred will kill you 4! "

And turns out that Bruce was right. Alfred heard what happened to (Y/N) and to say he was livid would be a big understatement. A big one. At the moment, in the cave, Alfred was ripping them a new one.

" How could you all be so stupid to get him high?! He was never stoned in his life! "

" Alfr- " Jason started, but Alfred gave him a sharp look.

" DO NOT INTERUPT ME MASTER JASON! How could you think that it was a good revenge to get him high! What on earth went through your mind?! "

While Alfred was yelling, (Y/N)... (Y/N) was like Sheldon Copper on coffee. Jittery, couldn't stay still and was just a bundle of energy. Bruce was scared out of his mind. Sure, the man who weeds out terrorists, murderers and the rest, is afraid for his youngest son who was high as a fucking kite. Or even higher.

Again, God only knows how high they actually got him.

(Y/N) was mumbling, walking around the cave, restless and just unable to sit still. It was not a possibility. Bruce was trying not to get worried, but looking away for a split second and bam. (Y/N) was gone.

Now the panic has set in. Where is his son? Where the fuck is he?!

" Safe to say is that you 4 are grounded! How long, I am not sure, but lets make it clear, you'll be living in a prison! What you did was irresponsible and stupid! " Alfred continued, voice loud and clear, showing no signs of stopping down.

Bruce searched the entire cave and actually managed to find him. By this point, the effect seemed to have calmed down. (Y/N) was now calmer, munching on Oreos underneath a table. It seems that (Y/N) was calming down. Which was good. Soon enough, Bruce would put him to bed once he calms down a bit more.

" Alfred, the effect is wearing off, " Bruce declared to Alfred who calmed down a bit.

" Now, " Alfred's attention was back at the 4 boys, who were looking remorseful. His voice was now calm and collected. " You 4 are going to change, go upstairs, have dinner and go to your rooms. We'll talk more about your punishments in the morning, when we are all rested, I'm not mad and when (Y/N) is back from the heavens from how high he is. Up you all go. " He gestured with his hand and the 4 boys obeyed.

Morning came and (Y/N) came down. He was feeling dizzy, sleepy and clearly felt off in every sense of the word. Alfred gave him a light breakfast, trying to get some food in him. He didn't want (Y/N) to be hungry, especially not after being higher than a kite.

The others watched him, worried. They didn't mean it to go this far. Truly.

" Are you okay? " Jason asked quietly, making (Y/N) sigh.

" I swear, I will wrangle your fucking neck Jason. I swear to God. " (Y/N) rubbed his temples and Jason simply shut up after that.

Alfred didn't scold (Y/N) for the threat or for the language he has used. It was justified. (Y/N) wanting to snap his neck is a normal reaction after getting him high as a kite. Well, higher than a kite.

" Don't worry master (Y/N). You'll be back to your old self in a day or two. Don't stress yourself out, alright? "

(Y/N) nodded as he finished his plate and slowly moved to stand up, feeling off in every single sense of the word.

" Good, good. Slowly. " Alfred gently led him upstairs, where he tucked him into the bed to sleep. He also gave him a trashcan where he could throw up if he needed to.

" I would give you something to sleep, but I don't think that it is a good idea. Now, close your eyes and try to sleep.

Downstairs, Bruce was sitting with his other boys, a stern look on his face.

" I don't think I need to tell you that all 4 of you are grounded. For how long, that remains to be seen. This was stupid, reckless and for what? For revenge? Unfortunately, I won't know how he took down the Legion of Doom, because he has gaps in his memory. And I still can't believe he danced to Rasputin with Lex Luthor. You can all consider yourselves lucky that he's even alive. "

Oh, they were counting themselves lucky.

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What's keeping me through college right now is coffee, anxiety of not doing what I love in life as a job and existential crisis.