#she tried to adopt cassandra so

[alienfailboy]

i literally think about battinson with a robin all the time but if we wanna be fun

give battinson cassandra cain

[spicy-apple-pie]

Swearing is weird in Wayne Manor. Especially before Jason dies.

Alfred was taught that swearing is impolite and implies that you have a small vocabulary or are dumb. So when he’s in charge of Bruce he, of course, applies those same principles. Once Bruce hits the age where he knows what swears are and how to use him, he introduces a swear jar. Which he thinks is very lenient because he used to get a wooden spoon to the butt at Bruce’s age. Bruce, being a tween, is pretty upset with this, but accepts it as he grows older.

Fast forward and Dick is adopted. Dick’s parents (and the circus in general) swore like sailors, so they didn’t really see the need to limit his use when it’s just them. But when interacting with children, they teach him not to use those words. When he asks why, they shrug and say that some times people don’t like those words, and you can’t tell who’s okay with it and who’s not. So make sure you use those words when you’re with someone who is comfortable with them.

And Dick thinks to himself how much it would suck to have to watch your language with someone 24/7.

Cut to Alfred bringing the swear jar back because Dick is swearing too much for his taste. And Dick is pissed. Because he wants to say whatever he wants, and his parents always let him swear. Alfred allows him a little grace, but for the most part, he will ask that Dick put a dollar in the jar for anything worse than crap or hell.

But Bruce remembers how frustrating it was, so he lets Dick swear as much as he wants when Alfred wasn't around. Even though the swear jar isn't for him, he still doesn't want to risk Alfred going off on him. So long as Dick isn't swearing in school or in front of Alfred, he can say whatever he wants.

But Jason is another story. Because Jason swears in almost every sentence, but the swear jar gives him massive anxiety because of his financial insecurity. Alfred tries to get creative and assigns chores for Jason to do. But Jason is like, not too upset by the idea of taking the trash out, or vacuuming. Until he realizes that it takes time away from his reading. But since Dick is an adult now, Alfred has no say in what kind of language he uses, so he's swearing more often. So eventually Alfred gives up but still doesn't approve.

After Jason dies, all sense of normal is thrown out the window. And with Tim and Cassandra, it's hard to discipline them for different reasons. Tim technically isn't Bruce's child, so it feels a little weird to impose a swear jar on him. Luckily, Tim doesn't swear too much to begin with, because when he was little is mom and a few nannies would wash his mouth out with soap when he swore. Alfred is not happy when he hears that, but again, not Bruce's kid. Cass is just learning to talk with them so she doesn't know a lot of swears. When she does learn them, Alfred really can't get made because it just shows him how much progress she's made.

So thanks to Tim and Cass, swearing in the manor is free reign. Dick and Jason are a little jealous of their sibings that didn't have to get lectures about swearing tho...

[melloollem]

Secrets in the family|| Bruce Wayne × Batmom reader × Batboys

Summary:Your children start an interrogation after noticing that you were hiding papers from them.

Warning: Comfort, silly story, Platonic relationship with the batboys.

(Dc masterlist)

"Aren't you old enough to leave home? What are you still doing here?" The shout from your youngest son caused your attention to wander for a moment from the papers in front of you, but not enough to stop you writing frantically.

"I lived here long before they knew you existed" Tim's reply was heard from an even closer distance, a sign that you would soon see them entering the kitchen, you began to collect the papers hoping that the heated discussion would be enough for them not to notice you.

"Yeah, you lived in my house as a favor, tell me something I don't know" Damian walked in front of Tim, being the first to enter the room. You tried to move slowly in retreat, deciding to head for the dining room, where you'd have a bit of silence.

"I didn't live on favor, I was adopted, they wanted me, you know what I mean?" Tim's cheeky reply came out quickly, taking Damian by surprise.

"Mom, did you hear that?" They both turned their heads in your direction, hindering your escape plan. Damian looked at you anxiously, waiting for you to scold his brother and Tim looked at you scared, like he'd been caught doing something wrong.

"Timothy, that's not something you say to your brother, say you're sorry" You said the sentence so quickly that it didn't even sound like a complaint, walking out of the room.

You heard a cynical laugh from Tim behind you followed by a "She doesn't care", drawing a tired sigh from you. "It's not that, I just don't have time for you acting like five-year-olds. Damian, my son, Tim doesn't live here as a favor, he's as much my son as you and Tim, darling, don't say those things to your brother, Damian was as wanted by me as you or any of your brothers. Boys, I'm busy" You made the whole speech without slowing down, heading towards the dining room. The sound of footsteps behind you made it certain that the boys were following you. You let out a tense sigh, anticipating the questioning session.

"What are you doing that's more important than us?" Damian asked in an authoritative tone unaccustomed to you involving yourself so little in their quarrel.

"What are those papers?" Tim asked from beside her, much quicker to catch up than Damian and his short frame. "Nothing important." "If it's nothing important, why did you say you were busy?" Timothy retorted quickly.

"Okay, go back to discussing it in another room and enough of this interrogation," you said at the end of your walk, ready to return to your previous activity, dropping the papers on the table. "Tell us what these papers are," Damian said, standing next to Tim in front of you.

"Are those the divorce papers?" Dick said with a humorous tone of voice, as he joined you in the room, leaving everyone confused by his sudden appearance.

"What are you doing here?" Damian was quick to ask. With all eyes glued to your eldest son, you saw the perfect opportunity to slip discreetly out of the dining room.

"I'm here to finalize some reports with - where are you going?" Dick said, drawing all attention back to you, a grunt of frustration escaping your lips, but you were determined to finish your notes, turning your back on your children, determined to find somewhere minimally quiet in the house.

"Are those Drake's and Todd's adoption papers? Are you going to burn them?" Damian asked, receiving a shove from Tim and a low laugh from Dick in response. The boys' pursuit hadn't stopped, only gained more momentum now that their eldest son was also part of it.

"What are you doing?" Cassandra asked, she was heading in the opposite direction to you, possibly to the training room, based on her clothes.

"We're chasing Mom to find out what she's hiding" replied Damian "Cool" said Cassandra, joining the group. "Mom?" "Yes, dear" Now you were climbing the stairs, heading towards the second floor of the house, you already knew where you could finish your notes in peace, away from the children's questions.

"Give me the papers, please" You let out a small laugh at the girl's request "No, but you were very polite to ask, congratulations" Even without success, Cassandra gave a small smile in response to the compliment.

"Bye, kids" You smiled as you found the door you were looking for. Before the door was completely closed, you could hear your children sigh in frustration that the chase was over, you thanked Bruce for making the office a forbidden place, now you understood the reason for this rule.

"What are you doing?" Bruce's sudden voice didn't scare you, you were used to your husband's sudden appearances. "Running away from the children," you said, sitting down in the chair opposite Bruce's desk.

You started distributing your papers on the table in an organized way so that they wouldn't get mixed up with your husband's documents and for the first time since you entered the room he looked up from the documents he was reviewing.

"What's this?" He asked, picking up one of the papers on the table. "They're really your children," Bruce ignored his comment. "Letters? For what reason?" "Yeah, I'm planning to run away and leave you with the kids" Your joke was met by a serious look from Bruce. "You're not as funny as you think" Bruce said. "Sorry, should I leave the jokes with-?" "Don't even finish that one".

"Why letters?" Bruce said, looking at you like he was being interrogated. "Why not? They're just letters, no big deal." You knew that your anxious rambling had given you away, this was not only one of the best detectives in the world, but also your husband.

"You don't want to tell me?" He was being understanding, but you knew he'd rather know. You took a deep breath before saying, "I'm just afraid of the future." "And does writing letters help?"

"I hope it helps them in the future" Bruce frowned at your answer. "Has something happened, dear?" He asked worriedly. Noticing your husband's fear, you grabbed his hand that was resting on the table "No, not at all" Your tone came out as sweet as possible "I just... I want them to have something to fall back on in the future, that's all, nothing bad has happened, it's just-" Your speech was cut off by a few knocks on the door, followed by the entrance of Alfred the butler.

"I'm sorry to interrupt you, the children want to see you, Mrs. Wayne" you thanked the butler for the announcement and turned towards your husband again "I have to go, I'll need a good excuse for them to stop asking questions" You got up and left the room, mentally preparing yourself for the bombardment of questions.

[dangeroustravelermultiverse]

Neglected wintersoldier! Reader x batfam

Chapter 1 : The start of everything.

I don’t remember my name.

I don’t remember the sound of my own voice.

All I know is the mission.

My hands are steady. My aim is perfect. I don’t miss.

There’s no room for fear. No space for doubt. No time for pain.

They tell me who to hunt. I eliminate.

They tell me where to go. I disappear.

I am not a person. I am a weapon — sharpened, silent, and forgotten.

But sometimes, in the moments between orders…

I see a woman in black.

She's crying.

She's screaming my name.

And I don't know why… but it makes my chest hurt.

However all of it will be erased after the commander says the trigger word.

"оставление"

22 years ago

Y/n was just born to the wife of a billionaire. The wife of Bruce Wayne. Sure her mother and her father are in an arranged marriage but that loveless marriage created a child full of love but not enough love given. Even in a loveless marriage, her mother loves her so much but her father ? The same thing couldn't be described.

Of course when she was five years old, her father suddenly adopted her brother Dick grayson. Suddenly her father who never smiles seems to smile so brightly when Dick is in the same room as him. Of course as a good sister, she tried to spend her time with her new brother but all she got was "Sorry Y/n. I'm busy and I prefer to help Bruce." Poor little Y/n doesn't understand why her brother won't spend some time with her. At least she still got her mother !

However at 7 years old, her mother died. She doesn't understand that she seems to be the only one that's grieving for her mother. Alfred seems too busy to help Bruce and Dick and have too little time to help her. She asked for some comfort from her father and brother, but they just ignored her. Telling her that she's not the only one grieving. She just nodded her head and went to her room that's just beside her father's room but neither her father or brother have stepped inside.

At 10 years old, she got a new brother. Her father adopted a new boy named Jason Todd. He seems nice at first. Of course that's before Jason says that y/n is a spoiled princess and began to bully her. She tried to report it to her father and alfred but all she gets is "He's a good child and misunderstood, give him a chance." Well she did and Jason still bullied her.

At 13 years old, Jason died. She grieves for him even though he used to bully her for 2 years of his life living in the manor. She even argued with her father for adopting the neighbour's kid, Tim Drake as if replacing her dead brother. Of course, like a good daughter she is, she tried to communicate with her new brother. But all she got was "I have no time for you".

At 14 years old, she finally found out that her father is batman and her brothers used to be or currently a robin. She wanted to be part of their life, she trained alone , she shows her skill to Bruce but she's never gonna be enough is she ? And the most frustrating, maddening thing is, he adopted another one. This time , a girl named Cassandra Cain. She's silent like a true assassin, a true warrior a true bat. Her father loves her newly adopted sister but not her. She doesn't understand why ? Why ? She tried her best! She never disobeyed! She always nods and does her best! It's breaking her heart even more after she knows that Cass actually got to play vigilante with her father and brothers.

Years have passed , Now she's finally a vigilante even though her father still doesn't really approve of it under the name of batgirl, taking after barbara, steph and cass and then her dead brother turns out to not be dead and have a platonic love-hate relationship with her father. Although she's happy that Jason's actually alive, she's not that happy to get shot by him the day that she got shot by him though. Jason shot her because she just happened to stumble upon him in the kitchen.

Although the tip of the iceberg on her 19 years of life is when , she finds out she has a half brother. Damian Al-ghul Wayne. That 8 year old boy, despite being so little is so annoying and full of ego and pride. But as a good daughter, she tried to interact with her half brother only to be met with a tip of sword slicing parts of her left eye leaving a scar across her left eye. Of course like a sane Wayne, she kicked the little brat across the hallway only to be met with a scolding despite having a bleeding face.

"Y/n ! What have you done ?! How could you kick him ? He's just a little kid!" Bruce says as he shields Damian.

"But he started it first!" Y/n retorts back still holding her bleeding left eye.

"He has a difficult childhood ! You should know better!" Dick says as he glares at her.

The rest of them just watch her under their judgemental eyes.

Then all of them just walk away leaving her in the hallway. All she can do is drag herself to Alfred to ask for stitches on her left eye. She still can see but now her left eye has a scar across it. She can't even complain about it to Alfred knowing her pleas and sympathy would be shrugged off by the old butler because of his undying loyalty to the master of the house aka Bruce. From then on, her life in the manor begins to be like hell. At first she was just neglected and ignored but now ? She got tortured by her half brother, the little demon, Damian Al-ghul Wayne. That little demon would send his dogs and his various pets just to disturb her living space. And her bedroom besides her father's? She got moved out of it to a smaller room because Damian wants it as he is the true rightful heir like he claims himself to be. Now her room is in the far west wing of the manor. It's dusty and crowded but hey it's her room now.

By her 20s , all of them are supposed to work on a mission together. Their mission is supposed to be simple and easy. They're just supposed to stop a weapon delivery but something went wrong.

All of them got split up. Nightwing and Redhood, Red robin and Orphan, Robin and Batman. But Y/n ? The batgirl ? Of course she got sent alone.

"Batgirl, check the last compartment, the middle compartment is empty." Nightwing says through the comms.

She checked the last compartment only to find a bomb with a timer.

00:14... 00:13...

"HELP IT'S A TRA-!" but before she can finish the bomb exploded. As she falls into the river she stretched out her arms for anyone , someone.

"DAD HEL-" before she can say anything else she falls into the rushing cold river in Serbia.

Two years later

They are still trying to find her body. A clue or anything but nothing can be found. They regret all the things that they have done to her. The neglect, the abandonment, the torture.

Meanwhile Y/n is actually not dead yet, two years ago, one of the recruiters a scientist, found her unconscious body. They brainwashed her into becoming the perfect winter soldier.

The mission was a failure.

But she was a success.

Note: I hope all of you love this because this is my first time writing a fic. I got inspired by some neglected reader fanfic and thought why don't I make this more traumatizing by making her life like Bucky except without the Blonde hair american best friend. 😆 Feel free to comment!

[mrmanbat]

You think you’ve had a rough day?

Sure, maybe you're bleeding out rn, but have you ever tried explaining Batwoman to a normal person?

…

“Like—okay. So Batwoman used to be Batman’s girlfriend bc people kept calling him gay. But not this Batwoman. This one’s his cousin. And gay. But not the same character as the original. She just has the same name. Kind of.

No, she’s not related to Batgirl.

Well—actually—okay, the original Batwoman was Bat-girl’s aunt, but that Bat-girl isn’t Batgirl anymore. She changed mantles.

Now Batgirl is Cassandra Cain.

No, not Kane like Batwoman. I know it sounds the same. They’re not related.

…Well, I mean—they are now. Because Bruce adopted Cass. So technically? You get it.

OH. OH NO. No no no—Batman is not fucking Batgirl. That was some weird shit from a different Batgirl. Not this one. Not the original either. The one everyone knows. Yeah. Her. She’s—uh—his daughter-in-law sometimes? Look, I swear it makes sense in context.

Please stop running away from me. I haven’t even gotten to Stephanie yet—!”

[mazamba]

"You need what?"

"I know it's a lot to ask," cut in Danny before Batman could go from confused to angry, "Just let me explain. I swear it's for a good reason."

Batman eyed his teammate skeptically. King Phantom was one of the League's newest and youngest members. Despite his unorthodox introduction to the team, he and his sister, Stray, had proven to be valuable additions to the Justice League and to the Teen Titans respectively. He was tall and imposing, despite his relatively slender frame. His visage was made the more menacing by the Crown of Fire that hovered above his head in a tiny version of the Aurora Borealis instead of his predecessor's green flames, the royal armor over his jumpsuit, and the fur-trimmed coat made of a rippling window into space.

"Ok, so you know how Bruce Wayne adopted Cassandra Cain, but she's David Cain's biological daughter, right?"

"..."

"...right! So, at some point, David sold human eggs on the black market," he continued, "you have no idea how hard it was to get the information on Vlad's supplier, but we did figure out that he bought the eggs from Cain for his experiments and then completely messed up the cloning process."

"How?"

"We have no idea! But my clone, my sister, has my ghost DNA, but part of mine and someone else's human DNA."

"What makes you think it's Cassandra's?"

He pulled out his phone, a two-year-old model with a cracked screen, and showed him the face of his sixteen-year-old sister in her human form next to a picture of Bruce's own eighteen-year-old daughter from a tabloid.

"She looks a lot like me," he admitted, "but she also looks a lot like Cassandra Cain, so we think Vlad got a sample mixed up or forgot to take out a nucleus or something and made-."

"A daughter instead of a clone."

It was a good thing Phantom wasn't particularly good at reading body language, or his tightening fist might've alerted him that something was wrong.

"I mean... sort of? It's different with clones. She's technically my daughter but I turned nineteen, like, a month ago, so I don't thi- I'm getting off track! The point is, Dani's destabilizing again and I need a clean DNA sample to help her. I tried to get into Wayne manor, but the place is warded to hell and back. You know Bruce Wayne, right? Can you help me talk with Cassandra?"

Batman sighed and turned his head to Phantom's right.

"Orphan."

"Motherfu-! How long has she been standing there!?"

She didn't respond to his yelp/question and instead turned to Batman.

"Take a tube to Gotham and ask Cassandra Wayne for a DNA sample."

Orphan nodded and walked off to the tubes.

"... Is it just me or was she a little quieter than usual?"

Bruce sighed, not looking forward to whatever his week was about to become.

[ladyrosemone]

The Other Side Of Paradise

Using Google Translate here! 🗣‼️‼️ This is an intermediate of part one, as the Batfamily's point of view just like you had yours, official part two coming soon! Also my question box is open (I think) and without further ado, enjoy the read! (Thanks for enjoying the read 😭🫶🏼)

Tw!: Profanity (use of prostitute as a derogatory insult), murder, murder scene described, negligence.

Tag List: @tsuniio, @simpingpandas, @dakotali, @softycheol.

Dick is always first.

The first child acrobat of the circus, the first son of Bruce Wayne, the first Robin, the first brother, the first everything.

And he was proud of that, from being an orphan to the pride of Gotham it was not an easy path and much less a happy one, but amidst so much pain and loss he is grateful for having a constant; his family.

Dysfunctional and somewhat shaky, where violence and beatings are the language of love, they find comfort in knowing that they have each other.

He has Alfred as his honorary grandfather, who is the wisest person he will ever meet again.

Bruce, who even with his flaws is his father, who gave him a chance and never abandoned him, making him the man he is today.

Jason, the most distant but beloved of his brothers, knows that he can always count on him and his strength at all times.

Tim, his chair boy, his best confidant, and the best detective in the world, trusts him with his life over anything he can't find.

And Damian, his little brother, his favorite boy in the whole world, the Robin to his Batman, what he wouldn't do for his sharp-tongued brother; even when he came to the mansion threatening and stabbing everything, never gave up on him and the result was completely worth it.

His sisters are also dear to him; Stephenie and Cassandra are strong and independent, but also loyal and loving. Barbara may not be a sister -she still has her father- but she has earned a place in the family and is considered sister as much as Steph and Cass.

Of course he will never leave Duke behind, the newest, the ray of sunshine among them all, he expects great things from him.

Dick is always first.

Dick is the last one to remember you.

Jason hates remembering his life before the well.

He doesn't want to forget, there are memories that still keep him sane; his mother, when Bruce adopted him, his first patrol as Robin. You.

But if it were up to him, he would never talk about them again or even acknowledge their existence. They are chains that bind him, quicksand that make him sink whenever he tries to move forward and personally he is fed up.

Because no matter how many villains he catch and how many more kill, how many people save, nothing will take away the guilt of not having saved that person. Don't save you.

Of not finding the strength in himself to look for you now, because for you, there is nothing but shame and shame for himself. The first friend he had, the first brother he had, his first great loss, his only great regret.

Jason hates remembering his life before the well.

Jason hates being the first to discover your new identity.

Tim is a genius.

Genius falls short, his brain works like a computer within a computer within another; Wires instead of neural conduits and electricity instead of energy is what happens in that brilliant brain of yours.

He was never an ordinary person, he is ambitious and resourceful, intelligent and determined to get what he wants.

That started with the mantle of Robin.

When Jason was still in the portrait, he wanted to be part of the duo; He trained and prepared, ready to help from the Batcave until the Joker thing happened. And even when it felt bad to carry the title of the bat's henchman, he felt proud that his perseverance took him to the top.

And it was the beginning of his destiny.

Robin, Red Robin, the robin's mantle is and will be a part of him that he will never let go, but he is also the one who remembers every detail of every case of every villain of every attack in Gotham, is the one they turn to when they need to confirm exact information. Nothing escapes him, ever.

Tim is a genius.

Tim passed you by and lost.

Damian is the perfect heir.

His father is the most powerful man in Gotham and Batman himself, his mother is a skilled and lethal assassin, daughter of a dynasty of the world's fiercest assassins, and he is the result of the cross between the two.

He is perfect.

That is why he will never deign to look down on the unworthy; Richard is fine, Jason is worthy because served his mother and grandfather, Tim still doubts it, women are strong allies and that new boy has potential. Alfred and his father, of course, are worthy of his obedience.

And you? You are worse than a disappointment.

A stain, a mistake, someone who should never have existed, rotting his perfect legacy, you should be thankful he didn't kill you when he had the chance.

It's not that you deserve it, you don't deserve anything from it.

You are so insignificant to him that not even in his dreams did he worry about your whereabouts, of course he knew that you were no longer there, he had to watch you in case you stole something when you left like the thieving prostitute who was probably your mother, but when you did not return, he felt triumphant for having taken care of -without killing- the family problem.

Damian is the perfect heir.

Damian feels like his throne means nothing in front of you.

Bruce is a father.

He never considered himself one, maybe he wanted it once, when his own father was alive to learn from him, but that dream died when his people did it in the alley.

Despite everything, he tried to be a father to Dick, and his efforts, although questionable, worked. Then Jason with his bright eyes and bubbly personality, taken away too soon, let go too soon.

Even now, so near and so far, it is his greatest loss as Batman, as Bruce Wayne.

Tim was...complicated; arrived when he had not overcome his grief and treated him in the most atrocious way he had ever imagined treating his children. Still, he proved to him time and time again that was more than expected.

Damian was unexpected of an unexpected union; son of Talia Al'Ghul and grandson of Ra's Al'Ghul, he awaited a bloodthirsty and indomitable child. Which started badly ended well, his youngest son is on his way to writing his destiny far from his ancestry, and in his heart knows that did the best he could.

Barbara, although not their daughter, is part of their family, Stephenie and Cassandra are their beloved daughters, and Duke is officially their new son.

Bruce is a father.

Bruce is not your father.

Do others really have a voice in this narrative? You barely remember them, you barely knew them, much less you care about them. Yes, even Alfred.

"I don't understand, there's nothing more" Tim murmurs, looking at the images on the Batcomputer, reading the documents at the same time, his eyes bloodshot and his fingers trembling from the coffee laced with an energy drink that just drank "There must be more"

"You searched enough, you should get some sleep" Barbara intervenes, in her wheelchair "I'll cover you"

"No, there's something I'm overlooking" he insists "I know, I just have to look carefully"

"Tell me it's not that thing again" Jason complains, arriving at the Batcave with his Red Hood suit on, barely removing his helmet.

Dick nods, his usual smile not drawing his face, just a grimace "We're close to finding it, just...something's missing"

The image is clear; a party room, with people dancing and laughing, as precise as a painting but recent that appeared in the newspaper. All of these people are families of dangerous underworld groups.

Lords of drugs, weapons and human trafficking, ex-convicts and people who work for villains are...enjoying the party.

It wouldn't be relevant if it weren't the photo before the tragedy.

⚠️ Description of crime scene, bodies and blood under the cut ⚠️

All of them, women and men, young and old, nothing more than a combined mass of blood and bones, guts scattered on the walls and decorations of the room.

The floor, the stairs, everything contaminated, women's bodies -which were getting smaller, then only limbs such as arms, hands and finally, fingers- arranged on the main staircase. They all point to something;

⚠️End of scene⚠️

A painting.

In the two photos, the painting of a house is what steals the attention; nothing special, nothing grand, just a painting of a gray wooden cave house, with the background of a distant city and without a signature, almost overlooked as another photo if it weren't for the canvases and the paint under his fingers when he touched it.

In both photos the painting is at the top of the stairs, in both the light was shining on them and in both it draws attention before anything else.

Why? What does it mean? What does it tell them?

"There must be something more than that, hidden among the corpses" says Damian, the most obsessed -besides Tim- in discovering the identity of the one who, for months, has left them clues after helping them anonymously, only a pseudonym in your name; The Savior.

Or that is how those who bring your messages to them have referred to you, speaking of you as a Saint, a savior among men, God himself who came down to protect them.

And they can't let that continue.

They must know if you are dangerous, if you are a potential threat or potential ally. They must discover you.

Alfred arrives with more coffee, because he knows his words won't be heard at that point; When the family becomes obsessed with something, they hardly let it go until they get their fill of it.

His eyes pursue that house; small and misaligned, painted in a very specific way, too specific.

Jason doesn't like to remember the past.

"Wasn't there a phantom surcharge on the accounts months ago?" He says in a low voice, almost lost if the echo of the cave had not returned the word to him.

"There are many like that" Tim murmurs without thinking about the matter "Hey-!"

Jason pushes him aside, typing furiously and searching through files, searching and searching remembering remembering until...A contract, simple and almost empty, with a late date and an unknown signature, the name blank but with an address and a photo; the photo of the painting.

The house.

"How did you...?" Tim was surprised, looking at that contract as if he had never looked at it before, reading carefully, sleep and fatigue fleeing his body.

Bruce looks on without speaking, but those who know him know that a war of insecurities is raging inside him; How did it happen? Who was it? When did do it? Has access to all he private accounts? Do has know their identities?

The clue has been revealed, the answer discovered, and the game is just beginning.

"I think it's time to arrange the pawns on the chess board" you say in your luxury suit, the highest in the tallest building in Gotham, looking at the flashing lights that fill the streets, looking at the outskirts of Gotham, looking at your next move, looking at the wide-screen camera that's embedded in the painting's window.

[johanna-517]

"Special and unique"

(CHAPTER 4)

A few days passed. After the awkward greeting with Barbara, you didn't see or speak to her again. But that's okay, you're better off this way. You can't expect anything from her; it's obvious she doesn't care about you, at least not enough to have been at least nicer to you.

You haven't seen Dick again either, and you haven't gotten anywhere near Tim or Bruce.

Right now, you were walking quietly through the mansion's hallways, since you were bored and didn't want to stay alone in your room all day today as well. So, you decided to explore this enormous mansion a little. Alfred told you it was okay, that you could explore the mansion to entertain yourself and get to know it better.

As you walked, you also took Toti with you, as was customary. Your only faithful companion in this mansion is your beloved teddy bear.

Oh well, at least now it seems he's not the only one... Because that monarch butterfly you met a few days ago regularly returned to your room, as if it wanted to be by your side. It always came in the afternoon and left when it was already dark.

You smile slightly; you really like that butterfly. You feel almost as if... That butterfly understands you, as if it wants to take care of you.

It's funny how a little monarch butterfly seems to care about you much more than your own father seems to care about you.

As you walked down the hallway, you finally stopped, staring at the large painting on the wall. It featured a picture of Bruce and his adopted children.

But you... You weren't there. You have no connection with your father or your brothers. It's probably because they don't even consider you part of this family.

"I wish I could go back to Mom..." you murmured to yourself, trying to hold back your tears. Why did this have to happen to you? Your life was perfect when your mom was there; you didn't need a father, you didn't even need siblings. You only loved her... You only needed her to make you happy.

Because if there's one thing you've known your whole life, it's that just as your mother was everything to you, you were everything to her too. Remember... How she told you she loved you, that you were the most beautiful little girl in the world, how she was happy to have a daughter as adorable as you, when she told you that... She would make sure to take care of you for the rest of her life.

But now she's gone. She left you, and now you're here... In a cold place, completely devoid of the warmth you used to find when you lived with Mom.

You stared at the picture of Bruce and his sons for a moment, wondering... 'Can I really ever be part of you? The Wayne family?'

You lightly squeeze Toti in your arms, and finally decide to look away and continue walking, trying to push away the feelings of sadness and insecurity in your chest.

As you were walking, you heard someone's voice in another hallway, and when you noticed who it was... It was Stephanie and Cassandra, the two of them walking together.

You knew who they were since, of course, Alfred had also mentioned them to you before.

You tried to ignore the feeling of excitement in your heart when you saw them for the first time, while you thought about whether to approach them or not.

You were nervous, but you didn't know when you would be able to see them again, so you decided to take advantage and approach them, trying to talk to them a little.

You approached behind them, and greeted them in a low voice, trying to appear as unnervous as possible.

As soon as they heard you, they both stopped and turned to look at you. But... Instead of answering you or at least smiling a little, they just looked at each other, murmuring a little.

"Oh... Is this Bruce's daughter? The one who arrived recently?" Stephanie asked quietly, looking at Cassandra.

Cassandra just nodded in response, confirming it. At that moment, Stephanie looks at you again, and as soon as she notices the color of your eyes, she raises an eyebrow in disgust.

"Did you see the color of her eyes? It's too weird and strange... Are you sure she's Bruce's daughter?" Stephanie murmured, with a small laugh as she left, walking beside Cassandra and leaving you behind.

Before leaving, Cassandra looks at you for a moment... You almost shudder at the cold, indifferent look she gave you before leaving.

When they walked away, you stood there, trying to process what had happened... You didn't know what should have hurt more, Cassandra's indifferent stare or Stephanie's mockery. At that moment, you really wished you hadn't learned more English; you only made the effort to learn so you could speak better with your family, but... Now it turns out that learning a little more English only helped you understand the mocking words and comments others made toward you.

You grit your teeth... Stephanie made fun of your eyes. Why did she do that? She's wrong. Because... Your mom said your eyes were beautiful. She said your eyes were 'special and unique,' that they were precious like a brilliantly colored gem.

Yes, your mother is always right... If she said your eyes are beautiful, it's because they are, right? So... Stephanie has no right to contradict that, no right to make fun of your eyes. It's not right.

Before, you let your family influence you and tried to hide your eyes to try to make them like you more, thinking that hiding them would make Bruce and Tim stop hating you. But... Nothing changed. It's obvious that they don't deserve you even trying to hide your beautiful eyes just for them, you've realized that, and you won't make the same mistake twice, you won't let someone from this family make you feel insecure about the color of your eyes again.

What Stephanie said was rude, and you don't plan on tolerating it; it's not fair. So, without hesitation, you run toward them, grabbing Stephanie's arm as soon as you reach her.

"Hey, you have to apologize for what you said about me!" you demanded, your tone firm. It's not fair for her to talk about you like that; she should at least apologize for what she said.

When Stephanie looks at you... You tense slightly at the obvious anger in her blue eyes. Without saying anything, Stephanie simply pushes you hard, causing you to let go instantly.

Oh... Bad time to be right near the stairs.

Being pushed by Stephanie's force, you fail to stop on your own before falling down the stairs without Stephanie or Cassandra even turning to look at you, unaware of the severity of your fall they simply walk away without giving you another glance.

You feel your small body slam against the stairs, causing you to fall. You manage to grab onto something halfway down the stairs, breaking your fall. However, even though you managed to stop yourself halfway down the stairs, you're still pretty injured. You were practically pushed onto the stairs, fell down, and only managed to catch yourself by grabbing something.

You try to get up, but you stop as soon as you feel the terrible pain that spreads throughout your body.

"Duele, duele... Duele mucho" you mumbled to yourself, your voice trembling slightly as you tried to bear the intense pain in your body.

Tears fill your eyes as you continue trying to get up. Trying to ignore the incredible pain that almost makes you want to scream, you finally manage to stand, leaning against the wall next to the stairs as your legs tremble slightly.

At that moment... You feel something dripping down your forehead, you reach out to touch it, and... Your fingers become stained with blood. You realize then that when you fell down the stairs, you had hurt your forehead a little and were now bleeding.

For now, the bleeding isn't excessive or severe; luckily, it's mild. But... It could get worse if you leave it like this, and you know it.

You need help, you need someone to help you.

With that in mind, you try to walk, hoping to find someone who will help you.

You ignore the intense ache in your body with every step you take, praying to run into someone soon.

So, finally... In one of the hallways, you see Tim walking. You smile with relief at seeing him. He'll be able to help you, right?

You try to approach him, saying his name to ask for help. But, as soon as you say his name, he interrupts you. "Stop trying to attract attention, I'm busy," he said in a cold tone, and without even looking at you once, he walked past, ignoring you and leaving you there alone.

You stand in shock for a moment as you watch him walk away... He...? He can't help you? Well, maybe it's because the strands of your hair on your forehead were covering the bleeding wound and he couldn't see it, or maybe it's because he didn't notice your clumsy steps or how your legs were shaking from the intense pain you were feeling. Or maybe... he just didn't even look at you, as if you weren't worth his time.

"Pero Tim... Me duele mucho... Porfavor" You murmured softly, knowing he wouldn't hear you because he'd already left. You looked down, your tears falling to the floor one after another, as you tried to process this.

Tim... He just ignored you. You might have accepted him better in another situation, but right now you were hurt, you wanted him to help you just a little. But he doesn't even feel sorry for you... He didn't even look at you now, when you needed him.

'Why... Are you doing this to me?' you asked yourself, wondering what terrible sin you had committed to deserve this. Even though you were hurt, even bleeding, Tim wouldn't even look at you, just ignoring you as if you didn't exist...

Now you understand. Tim doesn't care about you, no matter what. He'll never look at you, listen to you, or help you. Tim doesn't even consider you his sister, right? Okay, you understand. It's okay that he doesn't want to accept you, but... Really, why did he have to do this? Why did he have to leave you there hurt, looking like he couldn't care less about your condition? Whether he sees you as a sister or not, you're still a human being, and yet, he didn't have one iota of sympathy for you, didn't help you, and just walked away.

You stand there, not wanting to do anything but continue crying from the pain in your body and the ache in your heart, sitting alone on the cold floor, trying to hide your face with your own hands. And no matter what... It seems like no one else heard your cries of pain, no one came for you. Not even your own father... He can't save you, he can't take care of you, he can't... He can't even pretend that he actually cares for you, even a little.

You stay there, with no desire to do anything but continue crying from the pain you feel in your body and your heart right now, sitting alone on the cold floor, trying to hide your face with your hands. And no matter what happens... It seems like no one can hear you cry, no one has come looking for you. Not even your own father... He can't save you, he can't take care of you, he can't... He can't even pretend to care for you, not even a little.

After a few hours, Alfred finally returned to the mansion. He had to leave early to do some grocery shopping, and now he was back. When he entered the kitchen, Alfred remembered you and wondered if you had actually left your room to explore the mansion while he was gone.

Wanting to know, Alfred leaves the kitchen and heads to your room. When he sees you're not there, he realizes that you've indeed decided to go out and walk the mansion's halls this time. However, he couldn't help but feel a slight pang of worry in his chest. Wanting to make sure everything was okay, Alfred began looking for you, walking through the mansion and calling your name, hoping to find you soon.

However, after a while of searching, he didn't find you. He grew more worried as he continued looking for you. And finally... he found you. You were sitting in the corner of one of the hallways, your hands covering your face, crying and sobbing.

Seeing you like this, Alfred's heart leaped with concern, and he quickly approached you. He helped you, took you to your own room, and took care of bandaging and treating your wounds gently.

He asked you what happened. You were about to tell him, but you stopped... You realized what had happened was serious, and that if you told Alfred that Stephanie had pushed you, and that Cassandra had ignored that fact, and that Tim had also ignored you when you tried to ask him for help, then he might get mad at them.

Maybe they're not your family... But you know they're almost like family to Alfred. So... You decided to lie and say you fell down the stairs by mistake, and that there was no one around to help you.

You lied because, even if you don't have a good relationship with them, you don't want them to get into trouble because of you if you tell Alfred.

Also... A thought kept running through your mind.

"You just want attention"

You remembered what Tim had said when he'd ignored you. Maybe... He was right? Maybe you'd been too persistent or intense earlier, but... Could he really blame you for that? You were just a little girl desperate to fit in with her new family, a little girl longing for the warmth of this family you were supposed to belong to.

You just wanted... To feel like you belonged here, to feel like you had a family that loves you here. Is that so hard?

❦: (Just to remind you that some of the reader's phrases will be in Spanish and others in English, just to highlight the fact that her main language used to be Spanish, but that she has now also learned some English now that she lives in Gotham. //I hope you liked this chapter♡).

[parker-artio]

The Batfamily in who I think is the most flexible to least flexible (w/ my reasons)

Richard (Dick) Grayson- I feel like this one just makes sense, no extra information needed. He’s the last Flying Grayson, he’s cannonly super fucking flexible, not much information needed.

Cassandra Cain- Once again feel like it’s a given. She’s a baller dancer, and she moves so agile on her feet it’s practically obvious she’s flexible and easy to move

Damian Wayne- Oddly enough I think this boy is like a wet noodle when he wants to be, he is flexible. But you’d never know unless you see his ass play limbo or some shit.

Timothy Drake- He gives flexible. He probably tried to practice Dick’s moves in his room alone when he was a kid and stalked Batman and Robin. He would definitely be more flexible than Damian if Damian didn’t have his young age. Tim could easily surpass Damian in terms of flexibility if he wanted, but he just chooses not to stretch everyday (bad idea)

Stephanie Brown- She’s like Tim- does NOT stretch enough. But she could rival Tim in terms of flexibility if she actually wanted to, she can probably do flips and splits better than Tim, but when it comes to back flexibility he’d win by a landslide

Duke Thomas- He’s got a bigger build, like a quarterback who’s only a freshman kind of build. He’s good at flips, dodging, and jumping, but I don’t think he does any kind of stretches that would improve his flexibility, just the kind of ones that would make sure it’s still working.

Jason Todd- Bro is built like a double fridge with a top AND bottom freezer. He’s massive. He’s got muscles that can rival his siblings HEADS. Hes tall, he’s beefy, and he’s a marksman. He’s flexible enough to do flips and cartwheels, but he cannot do anything that involves twisting his body up.

Bruce Wayne- He used to be just like Tim flexibility wise, but then he stated to adopt kids.

Barbara Gordon- This is in no way a jab at her, I fucking love her. Before the wheelchair she’d be placed between Damian and Tim. But now she’s got her shoulder and upper back- that’s it. Which is as flexible as she can get them, but it’s also half of her body. I love her so much though, she’s badass and without her everyone would crumble. So it doesn’t matter if she’s flexible or not.

Alfred Pennyworth- He’s old.

If we want to add Kate, i firmly believe she’d be placed Steph and Duke. She’s flexible, but also just enough to do all of the stuff she needs.

(I know there’s so many other members I could add but ppl only seem to care for these guys- but I might make a more thorough and longer one, with more family members, like Harper, Selina, Helena [depending on what universe], Claire, Luke, David, Cullen, ect.)

[shouts-into-the-void]

Having finished my Naturals series reread, here is a comprehensive list of things that I totally forgot happened:

Sloane's brother fucking dies (never forgiving JLB for this one)

Sloane's father is a psychopath, and adopted a new daughter who he uses to try and guilt trip Sloane into not talking to her brother

At one point, Cassie and Dean describe the differences between types of killers while holding hands and gazing lovingly into each other's eyes, and Micheal is so upset by this he just fucking. Leaves.

Micheal wrecks an old car as a coping mechanism

Micheal accuses his father of sleeping with Celine but she's actually his sister

Cassie's mom has DID and her alter's name is also Cassandra

Kane had an evil twin??? Who his father the cult leader kept locked up in a secret room (I cannot believe this is an actual plot point)

Cassie's mom totally thought she killed her boyfriend

Cassie's cousin Kate dies because her mom told the cult to kill her

Nightshade's grandfather is Nine, who keeps getting rid of his potential replacements despite being in his 90s and needing a live-in nurse

TA Geoff somehow ends up joining the cult Cassie's mom is being held hostage by

Cassie and Lia both make comments that make Dean and Micheal's relationship sound suuuuuper gay. Like it's actually in the book, not just my head.

Lia lived in a bathroom at the MET

Lia's mom is an illegal immigrant

Briggs gets poisoned but only a little bit

Cassie is actually, like, super manipulative all the time. Manipulates three different serial killers and it works?

Cassie tries to quit the program and instead literally everyone moves to Colorado

Judd literally asks Cassie if her grandmother is single at her mom's funeral (get it I guess)

[artemismoorea03]

DP x DC: Original Serial Adopter

When Bruce adopted Dick Grayson the Media was in a frenzy. The billionaire and playboy adopting an orphan after some kind of freak circus accident? Nobody expected it to last more than a month. The media called this action an "Act of Charity".

Then a few years later he adopted Jason Todd. Jason was much more scrappy and after a while some media started calling him the "Wayne Stray".

When he took in Tim after Jason's "accident" they called Tim a rebound. But instead of a relationship Tim was just being used to fill the void that Jason left. The media eventually called him "Jason Todd's replacement."

The media got much more suspicious when Bruce adopted Cassandra and crossed lines with their speculations that resulted in a lot of lawsuits. Though nobody in Wayne's circles believed the rumors for a second, so rumors were wiped out pretty quickly. The least offensive of these things called Bruce a "Bleeding Heart" when the media saw the scars Cassandra had.

Stephanie was never officially adopted - at least legally - but anybody who saw her with the family knew that Bruce had adopted her as a daughter. Like Cassandra she got some negative comments but they learned after the first time. "Another Wayne Joins The Manor".

When Damian came into the picture the media exploded. Comments along the lines of "The Bastard Child" which made Bruce's blood boil but kept quiet. Damian had only known violence and aggression growing up, and while his mother loved him she had exposed him to a life he didn't need to see. Bruce wasn't about to make everything worse by loosing it on the media for being jackasses.

When he fostered Duke the media exploded again. Showing the ugly side of human ignorance but Bruce and Duke were both able to ignore it (while Tim and Oracle found ways to rip every person apart who dared make a comment against them).

Bruce didn't care what they said, because at the end of the day he had children who he loved with all of his heart and was learning to do the best for. Sure, he made plenty of mistakes but he tried to learn from his mistakes.

Though the rumor about Bruce being a "Serial Adopter" was one that would be one that would never leave him.

But he had to learn it from somewhere.

A fact that was ignored until Alfred showed up back to the manor after a shopping trip with a scrawny child walking hesitantly behind him, carrying some of the groceries'. He was prime "adoption bait". Underweight, messy black hair, blue eyes that were just a bit too blue, and bruises that were in view despite the kids best attempt to cover them with his hoodie.

A large hand print bruise around his neck, scraped knuckles, and a bruise peeking out from under his hairline might as well have been ink in the pen that Bruce was going to use to sign that kids adoption papers and sign the receipt for the shovel he would buy to bury the bastards responsible.

After the groceries were put away Alfred properly introduced the kid. His name was Danny and after a series of unfortunate events while Alfred was shopping Danny had been forced to jump in and help him. Bruce thought that maybe Alfred had been in danger and never called them but when it became clear that luck just wasn't on his side and that he was never in danger for anything despite being late it made Bruce even more concerned about the teen that currently was eating his third apple as though he had never eaten anything in his life.

He stayed small, stayed silent, looking around the room anxiously. He clearly kept tabs on every window. Every door. Every exit but hardly paid any attention to the valuables. He was scared but not a thief.

Finally they have to ask about Danny's injuries. Was he safe at home? Did he have a place to stay? Why was he so thin? Did he need them to call somebody.

Danny was quiet for a long time.

"I don't have a home to go to. The bruises are fine, I'm just clumsy. I don't need a place to stay. Thanks for the food and the hospitality but... I don't feel like being kidnapped and tortured by another millionaire so if Alfred doesn't need anything else I should go."

Danny tried to get up and move, the pain obvious but before anybody could say anything else Alfred simply said.

"Sit."

Danny hesitated, then sighed and sat down again.

"You promised you would allow me to treat you before you left. I am a man of my word so as soon as you finish your apple I will bandage your wounds and you will be free to leave if you wish."

Classic Alfred trap.

One that worked flawlessly.

Fresh bandages, a full stomach, warm clean clothes and a cup of hot chocolate on the comfortable couch in the living room was all it took to lull the injured teen to sleep.

Alfred continued this trend for three more days managing to trick Danny into helping him with minor tasks around the manor, offering him another meal because he 'made too much and didn't want to waste it' and countless other things.

It wasn't until day four when Danny seemed to accept his fate and allowed them to help him. Which prompted Cass to point at Alfred.

"Original Serial Adopter."

Making the entire table laugh while Danny just looked increasingly confused.

[kiwisandpearls]

migraines

Platonic! Batfamily (mostly Bruce Wayne) x Gn! Adopted! Reader

summary: You at a Gala with Bruce and the rest of the Wayne family when you get a migraine

warnings: reader experiences a migraine, this is based off of personal experiences with migraines, reader uses they/them pronouns, not canon complacent (like seriously I don’t exactly know how wayne galas work lol), potentially OOC batfamily, this fic is technically a batfam x reader fic but focuses mostly on bruce so

For much of your entire life you had always experienced migraines. It a certain point, you managed to learn yourself a little plan of how to deal with migraines; take some over the counter medicine, go into your room, turn off all the lights, and curl up under the covers of your bed praying that your migraine goes away sooner rather than later.

This didn’t exactly change when you moved into the Wayne Manor. In fact, you never even told Bruce or any of your new members about your migraines. Whenever you were having one you simply either beared through it or excused yourself to your bedroom, claiming you were tired and wanted to take a little nap.

Honestly, you were more surprised you managed to get away with it for so long.

But other than that, your migraines never really much of a concern for you. That was until Bruce forced heavily requested that you accompany the rest of the family in their attendance of the next Gotham Gala. Something you didn’t really want to do. You had never attended a Gala yourself, but just from hearing your siblings’ personal accounts of attending a Gala, you weren’t exactly elated to have to attend one. Bruce, however, was very insistent.

“Your siblings will be with there too, along with me. You’ll be fine,” he reassured you with a pat on the shoulder.

Unfortunately, things weren’t exactly fine.

For the first few hours at the Gala, things were going ok; you spent most of your time in a corner of the ballroom and Bruce would spent his time occasionally pulling you out of your corner to introduce you to the other guests.

You wish it had stayed this way for the rest of the night but unfortunately your body had other plans. At some point during the night you noticed something was wrong, the lights felt so unnaturally bright, the chatter from the guests got louder and louder, your head started pounding, and you started to feel ungodly nauseous.

Oh great, you thought to yourself, another migraine.

You took a deep breath and shut your eyes tight. That was fine. It was fine. You’ve managed to endure migraines before, you can endure one more again.

Except…this migraine felt different. It felt much more painfully. Your migraines were usually pretty painful but this felt so painful to a point you almost couldn’t just ignore it. It didn’t help that the Gala was already pretty loud and bright.

You opened your eyes, sighed, then looked down at your shoes. You really did want to ask Bruce if you could leave early, but you also didn’t want to potentially embarrass him in front of all of the guests. But what were you supposed to do? This migraine just felt so unbearable.

You bit your lip and tears pricked your eyes as your thoughts spiraled more and more and more—

You let out a tiny squeak and snapped out of your spiraling as someone placed a hand on your shoulder. You turned your head to see Cassandra staring at you, a concerned yet perplexed look on her face.

“…you ok?” She asked, tilting her head to the side slightly. You quickly wiped your tears before straightening up and managing to smile at Cass.

“Yeah. Yeah, I’m ok, Cass. Don’t worry about me,” you tried to reassure her, placing your hand on top of her own which was still on your shoulder. You didn’t know exactly how but you had managed to keep your speech from slurring. At your answer Cass continued to stare at you, her concerned expression morphing into an unreadable one before nodding, removing her hand from your shoulder, and wordlessly walking away.

You sighed deeply before looking back down, as if that would somehow alleviate the pain from your migraine. It didn’t.

“…(Y/n)?” A familiar voice asked. You looked up to see Bruce walking over to you with Cass at his side.

“Cass told me you didn’t look so well. Are you alright?” Bruce asked, a concerned frown plastered on his face.

You stiffened slightly. Cass saw right past your ruse, didn’t she?

You sighed, slouched your shoulders, and avoided Bruce’s gaze, “uh…no. Not really.” Bruce placed his hand on your shoulder as if silently prompting you to continue.

“I…I have a migraine right now. Everything hurts, and I generally feel pretty terrible,” you admitted, your speech slightly slurring. You couldn’t see Bruce’s face but you did feel his grip on your shoulder tightening slightly whilst also letting out a small hum.

Bruce wraps his arm around your shoulder and starts walking you somewhere with Cass following behind you two.

“Let’s take you home then,” Bruce said. You looked up just in time to catch a small soft smile on Bruce’s face as he looked down at you, before looking ahead, the smile gone.

You don’t really know what happened after that; it all just felt like a blur to you. All you remembered was Bruce talking with a few people, someone putting their red blazer over your head as to cover your eyes and ears from any lights and sounds, and you laying your head on someone’s lap on the car ride back to the Manor.

The next thing you knew, you were back in your room, changed into more comfortable clothes. All the lights were off and you were snuggled under your covers. You let out a sigh of relief. The migraine was still there, but it didn’t hurt as much. Just as you were about to drift off into sleep, you heard the door squeak open, and lazily turned your head to see Bruce coming into your room.

He blinked, noticing you were awake before wordlessly walking over to you and sitting on the edge of your bed.

“Are you feeling any better?” He asked. You let out a tiny “mhm” and nodded your head. Bruce smiled softly.

“Good,” Bruce said before raising his hand and coming his fingers through your head. God that felt heavenly.

“Just…please don’t keep anything like this from us, alright?” Bruce solemnly asked. You noted that he seemed almost…disappointed. It made your heart drop slightly. You knew why he was probably disappointed but…it still didn’t make you feel great.

He could probably tell what you were thinking, so he continued, “I just don’t want my children to be silently suffering through something. Especially if it’s something I can help alleviate,” Bruce explained.

You stared up at him for a moment before nodding once more. The soft smile returned to Bruce’s face and he leaned down, placing a small kiss on your head before standing up and walking to the door. Before opening the door and leaving the room, Bruce looked back at you one last time.

“Get some rest okay? We’ll talk more about this tomorrow.”

You nodded again. Once Bruce shut the door behind him you sighed, closing your eyes and drifting into a deep sleep.

sorry if this isn’t written I wrote this purely because I had a migraine lol

also, this was supposed to be a batfamily x reader fic but reading through it it feels much more like a bruce wayne x reader fic. But honestly, I still don’t think it really fits as just a bruce wayne x reader fic? So that’s why I’m not tagging it specifically as such

[anonymous-existences]

Prolouge : Spectral Mysteries

Summary:

Danny Fenton gets adopted by Pariah Dark and Clockwork now Renamed as Perseus Penrose Dark-Nightingale and Cassius Christopher Nightingale along with Dan Phantom, Jazz Fenton and Danielle Dani Phantom after the GIW and Fenton Parents tried to hunt and almost successfully vivisect Danny.

As they had Danny in containment and his Vivisection wound stapled for the temporary meantime, Clockwork saves Danny and meddles with the timeline to forge files of their fake existence in the mortal plane.

Moving to Gotham was their only choice for reasons that the GIW cannot willy milly go around trying to hunt them down especially in a place where they're an easy victim of crime.

Danny slowly adapts to Gotham, setting a haunt for himself to feel even more safer and accidentally becoming an Information Broker in the streets known as "Spectre" or "Specter" depends on who spells it and who says it.

Notes:

Ages For the Dark/Nightingales

Pariah Dark : ???

Clockwork : ???

Dan Phantom : 25

Jazz Fenton : 20

Danny Fenton : 17

Danielle Dani Phantom : 8

Ages for the Batfam:

Bruce Wayne: 48

Dick Grayson : 28

Jason Todd : 23

Tim Drake-Wayne : 20

Cassandra Cain : 20

Stephanie Brown : 20

Duke Thomas : 18

Damian Wayne : 16

Have fun reading!

"Gotham, huh?" Danny breathed as he looked out the window of the SUV they're using to travel, Danny stared at the jagged skyline, a stark contrast to Amity Park's gentle hills. Danny took a deep breathe and buried himself further into his hoodie, Jazz pulling him close to her chest, "I know it was hard leaving and abandoning your Haunt... I'm sorry it had to become that way..." Jazz whispered softly to Danny who relaxed his body in his chest.

Dan was sleeping with his arms crossed protectively on his chest and Elle in his lap playing Minecraft on an Ipad swaying her legs softly and rhythmically as she started humming peacefully, Dan's cap was covering his face hiding any expression he might be making under his cap. Danny glanced out the window as they neared Gotham City, it's more than just a city. It was a behemoth, gothic structures and the air itself feeling heavy and different.

Danny tightened his hoodie further feeling the change of atmosphere as they entered Gotham City. Pariah Dark now Perseus Penrose Dark-Nightingale, Furrowed his brows as he took in the change. Dan took off his cap by tilting his head down and opening his eyes, "We're here Huh?" Dan muttered, pulling Elle closer to him to keep her from feeling too uncomfortable with the new change.

The air was heavy with what they deem as Rancid Ectoplasmic Vibes, Danny didn't like it but he slowly acclimated with the other ghosts, Pariah was the quickest to recover as he's already used to it and Dan being the second to do so. Jazz helped Danny calm down by keeping him close to her chest and whispering sweet soft words of reassurement. She was the only one who wasn't as affected by the change because of her full humanity, Although liminal she was not affected.

Danny gasped softly as he calmed down, he looked over out the windows seeing the towering skyscrapers and buildings that contrasted the gentle atmosphere of Amity Park, their windows like cold and unblinking observing eyes which inhabits strangers.

Soon they arrived at what Clockwork has claimed his "Mortal Haunt", It was a building that contains a clock shop inside a Book Shop, it felt warm as Danny entered the building. Upstairs were their personal home, already ready with security alarms that works around them and personal bedrooms each of their own with one with a large bed which would be Pariah and Clockwork's room.

It was somewhere around Crime Alley or Park Row as rich people likes to call the area, in a more secluded street where Ectoplasm in the air is more ambient and easier to filtrate into clean ectoplasm in the area. Pariah made sure that their home was very secured as he didn't want to risk anyone slipping in or breaking in.

Dan helped with the unpacking and arranging the items and baggage of their new home, helping Danny with arranging as he sulked in his now fluffed up bed inside a bedroom that was specifically decorated for him. The bedroom he now inhabits being that of space themed as he always liked, NASA posters he pinned on the walls and his organized personal items by a desk. It was just like his original Room in Amity Park, just more organized and a bigger space.

As soon as he finished organizing his things he immediately buried himself in his fluffy fur like bed, burying himself under the weighted blanket. "You need the Air conditioner on Bud?" Dan leaned on Danny's doorframe, arm's crossed but holding a cup of Warm Cocoa in his hand and a plate of cookies. "Yes please..." Danny muttered near weakly as he stayed under the weighted blankets, Dan could only chuckle and turned up the cold temperature for Danny and placed his treats and cocoa in the desk.

"We'll leave you alone but you better eat dinner later, jazz will bust in your room if you skip." Dan knocked on the wall before leaving and Danny just hummed as he heard the door shut. Danny slowly pulled out his phone to text his friends.

—Amity Ghostlings—

Inviso-Bill: Hey, I'm in Gotham now :|

PharaohIncarnation: I already miss you Danny :((

EcoTerrorism: Stop being overdramatic tuck, Danny's safer now. We should celebrate he finally got out!! >:))

PharaohIncarnation: Shut up, you're crying right now >:(( don't say you're not sad!

Danny: I miss you all already too :). Dan let me rest, I'm gonna see you both later, promise.

RedHuntress: Keep safe Danny, I'll keep Amity in check for you since you're not here. Be well.

Danny: :))

—Amity Ghostlings—

Danny sighed as he stared at his screen, he opens his gallery and started scrolling through photos of him and his friends and His classmates which is a rare picture but still nostalgic nontheless.. It's only been a week since he's escape Maddie and Jack Fenton, He's sure the GIW is still looking for them willing to hunt them down without mercy.

Danny felt cold tears rolling down his cheeks slightly dampening the furry fabric of his bed, he sniffled. If only he hadn't needed to leave he wouldn't have, He didn't want to leave but he had no choice. Atleast now he can start a new life and experience normalcy again, even if his family isn't so normal now.

He clutched his hand to his chest, burying himself and curling up under the weighted blanket as the room's air conditioning continued to make the room colder. "I wish I didn't have to leave.." he mutters softly wiping the tears that broke through and rolled down his cheeks.

— — — —

3 months passed and Danny had to attend school again, Dan got a job as a mechanic and Perseus and Cassius(Pariah and Clockwork) stayed at the shop, Jazz was continuing her online classes and Elle was in her own elementary school.

Dan was driving the Motorbike Pariah got him as a gift just recently, he was driving Danny and Ellie to school quite fashionably, "Behave Alright Elle?" Dan helps Elle down from the front of the bike, she giggled and nodded before running inside the school. Danny smiled, "Anyone who bullies her will get my fist to their face." He blurted out with a smile.

"Agreed." Dan nodding along with Danny, "anyways, C'mon now, Helmet back on. Safety First in Gotham." Dan reminds Danny as he fixed his own helmet, Danny fixing his helmet straps and holding onto Dan as they drove to Danny's new Highschool. It was overwhelming, he felt alone and scared of new people.

"Danny, I know you're scared but you'll be fine. You should probably take off the earrings and wear the bracelet dampener instead tho." Danny pointed out and Danny frantically took off his earrings and only wore the small star themed ones and a bracelet. Dan drove off not before giving Danny a pat in the head.

This was it, Danny's start of a new School-life. "Let's hope it's not shitty this time..." He breathed out staring at the school before entering the gates and going in.

— — — —

Danny has concluded after a week of being in the school that it wasn't too bad, Somehow he got a friend named Damian and Jon on the first day of school as Damian immediately stood up as soon as the teacher asked if there's anyone who would like to tour him around the school.

"Daniel, May I know where you acquired this hoodie of yours?" Damian asked raising an eyebrow feeling the fabric between his fingers, "My Other Dad made it for me!" Danny smiled, Danny likes the way he said 'Daniel' it had an accent and sounded like 'Danyal' which was totally sexier than Plain old Daniel. 'Your Father sewed this himself?" Damian looked surprised.

"Yep! Clockwork's apparently good at sewing unexpectedly enough, maybe next week I can take you to meet them!" Danny exclaimed happily and Damian nodded, his brows furrowing in determination. "Very well then Daniel, I shall make a good impression on your Fathers." Damian cleared his throat. "How bout you Jon? My big brother Dan makes the best Food!" Danny nudged his shoulder to Jon.

Jon grinned, a playful glint in his eyes. "Oh yeah? Well, my dad makes the best apple pie in Smallville. You can't beat that!" He nudged Danny back, a lighthearted challenge in his tone. "Maybe you can teach Dan how to make a mean apple pie too, then we'll have a real cook-off!" Jon raises his chin high and proud.

Danny smiled, he liked his new friends, he liked this new school. Although he misses his friends in Amity Park now he had a sense of normalcy in his life unlike before.

— — — —

"Danny, I heard there's a bit of a uhm.... What do you humans call it..?" Clockwork started as Dan prepared Dinner, "Break, a School Break Clockwork." Jazz continued and Clockwork hummed. "yes yes that, a school break because of someone named Joker and Scarecrow currently on the loose. Why don't you accompany Dan to the Mechanic's place within your 2 weeks of School Break? Besides your classes with that is only online after all!" Clockwork exclaims with a smile.

"I can't tell if you're being sincere or you're planning something." Danny whispered honestly, "a bit of both~! But it's still good for you to be out and about, Besides school isn't the only thing there in life so you might meet some new friends or companions over there in his workplace!" Clockwork's smile was wider, a much more mischievous smile.

Danny thought about it for a moment, observing Clockwork's body language even if he knew he wouldn't be able to catch anything odd within the Man's Exterior expression. Danny sighed and nodded, "Fine, I'll go. I'll be bored here all day anyways." Danny states as he took a bite of Dan's cooking.

"That's good Danny, so why don't you tell us more about your new friends at school? Who was it again?" Jazz started the conversation to lighten up the mood much more than before. Danny perked up and smiled, "Damian and Jon. They're my new best friends at school, Sam and Tucker got to meet them in Minecraft when Jon convinced him to buy the game and play." Danny chuckled.

"Mhm, that's good Baby Ghost." Pariah just nodded, "I approve of your choice of friends, a Cat and a Pup they are and you are the mediator, a perfect trio." He continued whilst eating, "I suppose they ARE like a cat and a Puppy. A fierce yet cuddly Cat and a golden retriever puppy." Danny just shrugged. "Damian Is very nice tho, he helps me a lot with the subjects, especially literature and English, we hang out a lot at the burger joint called Bat-Burger." Danny continued with a smile plastered on his face.

"When can I meet them Template?" Elle tilts her head cutely, just like a kitten with it's adorable kitten eyes. "Once I get them to visit here, Dan, Damian is Vegetarian so no meat. I mean I'm also Partially Vegetarian and all but like no meat at all if you know what I mean." Danny continued eating glancing over to Dan who nodded and hummed, too tired to come up with an actual response.

"I'll make sure 'Dad' and 'Father' here doesn't freak them out once they do visit." Jazz giggled and Danny smiled, "Yes please, make sure Pariah and Clockwork actually act Human enough—" Danny sighs thinking of all the ways the visit could go wrong. Clockwork promptly stops him from his anxious overthinking by placing his hand on Danny's shoulder.

Danny looks over to Clockwork who was still just eating his food, despite not needing it they appreciate Dan's delicious cooking, "Although we can't promise anything, I will make sure that we won't mess up too much." Clockwork pats Danny's hand and Danny nodded, his gaze softening at Clockwork's sympathy.

'Danny took a deep breathe, maybe life won't be so bad in Gotham after all.' he thinks positively, nodding along his thoughts with a warm and gentle smile.

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:)) Teaser? Yes absolutely. I love it. My friends also love it! Which is good! I'm gonna start alternatively posting for the other fics soon enough to get it consistently updating, unfortunately right now I'm just VERY very busy. But hey I still write I suppose!

I took the Information Broker Danny Fenton Idea from @hello-eden from this post of theirs:

https://www.tumblr.com/hello-eden/761631700474347520/information-broker-danny?source=share

Also @bianca-hooks123 as someone who wanted to get tagged I think

Masterlist :33

[everwalldigan]

How id judge you based on your favourite FANON version of the batfamily characters

Bruce Wayne: as a self proclaimed Bruce Wayne connoisseur and lover of him in all his forms… this is the fairest one to like out of all of them. My guilty pleasure is treating myself to happy fanon fics after seeing him tortured murdered and revived again strapped to an explosive device attacked by banana man, tied up, roundhouse trip to hell, broken up with his 50th situationship that just tried to k him and lastly like a cherry on top of this shit sundae, made to give his kids a knuckle sandwich for dinner for. Whatever godforsaken reason. so yeah. I get this one. Although this good dad characterisation of him is found especially abundantly in pre crisis comics…just saying…

Dick Grayson: oh brother don’t get me started. DONT GET ME STARTED. Easily top 3 worst fanon characterisations for me. If I have to read “dick is so eldest daughter coded” I might just take my toaster out for a walk to the nearest bridge. Another case of an upbeat and quippy character being reduced to a drooling happy little sunshine baby with no thoughts behind his eyes. Either that or he’s Satan personified who threw poor little timmy in Arkham and only visits him occasionally to spit on him and then leave with his evil precious little baby Damian. (Do you see the common denominator in these yet) And the worst part is? The worst part is? The happy airhead characterisation has been made. CANON. Thank god it’s over but AT WHAT COST??? AT WHAT COST??? IM BLAMING EVERY SINGLE ONE OF YOU FOR NOTHING BUTT NIGHTWING I HOPE YOURE HAPPY WITH YOURSELVES.

Jason Todd: both spectrums of how he’s portrayed are equally as horrible. Why must we have either the brutish headless chicken needlessly violent (cough. Arguably classist) portrayal or the uwu🥺🥺 everyone hates me🥺🥺 for absolutely NO reason at all🥺🥺 I need to adopt baby Timmy🥺🥺 to make up for my crimes🥺🥺 portrayal. May I introduce something called the middle ground. You don’t need to operate in extremes pookie, people usually have more than one character trait it’s alright🩷. i need fanon Jason to be banned from titans tower. And the colour green. As a whole. No green for him. And also from the “enemy to caretaker” tag. Free him. Although with this one his canon portrayal is sometimes (a lot of times) on par with the fanon in terms of horrible characterisation… so if his fanon characterisation is your fav… well its not like canon gets a gold star from me either so. Go ahead. I guess. Just stop with the classism and we don’t have an issue🩷

Barbara Gordon: worst offence I’ve seen is making her Bruce’s daughter as is often done with Steph. First of all she has a father. An alive father. Who loves her and started a whole war for her. Second of all. If you told her she’s Batmans daughter she’s throwing herself into the Gotham harbour. Please stop. And the usual making her an accessory to a Batboy and stripping her of everything interesting just to make her Nightwings airheaded girlfriend. Then again. That’s also been canonised thanks to my FAVOURITE author (sarcasm) T*m T*ylor so. As you can see we are not doing well and haven’t been since they made her batgirl again. Burn the burnside suit. Ironically the women have mostly been able to avoid especially egregious mischaracterisations (apart from making them two dimensional flavourless paper cutouts) through the fandoms misogyny um I mean DISINTEREST in them, considering that Cass, Steph and Barbara COMBINED have less than 1/5 fics under their character centric tags than Tim Drake so. Ironically by being forgotten they could escape the fate of being so grossly mischaracterised they are virtually unrecognisable. With the price of being mentioned once and tossed aside in favour of centring The Batboys. Go figure

Cassandra Cain: …really? You actually LIKE what they’ve done to her in fanon? My beautiful ruthlessly honest hilarious without even trying babygirl princess… she’s been ending people verbally and physically the moment she could speak and they made her the quiet Asian girl stereotype… They took her wings… If you honestly like the version of Cass that’s a cardboard cutout bland boiled chicken version of herself and a lot of the time just lazily included for the sake of avoiding being labelled a misogynist… alright…😟 just know you’re missing out on peak that is canon Cass. Read batgirl 2000. Goody two shoes rule following Cass isn’t real she won’t hurt me

Tim Drake: this is undeniably the worst and most infamous one. Because his mischaracterisation in fanon doesn’t only affect him but. Every. Single. Person. Around him. If you genuinely like the way he’s characterised to make him the helpless noodle armed noodle legged victim of all the evil demons that surround him then… idk what to say other than please start reading comics. Please. One correctly selected storyline per character is enough. PLEASE. The way literally everyone I know hates his mischaracterisation in fanon, fans and haters alike. I could write entire essays on the damage that portrayal has done to the entire batfamily not just him. Idk how people managed to do it, it’s honestly an award worthy feat. Yeah if you like this one I can with full confidence say you do not like a single batfamily character but rather the caricature versions of them that evolved from satans asshole.

Damian Wayne: easily one of worst cases cause this one is sometimes so racist I feel like I’m looking at straight anti Arab propaganda post 9/11. What are we doing. I’ve seen people draw him in CAGES, say that “Jon tamed him” like he’s some kind of animal instead of a human being and the way #some of you villainised him when he whole ass traumatised 10 year old child is just. Wow. Comes on par with the previous persons characterisation because FOR SOME REASON… the worst portrayals of Damian are always paired with #him. Don’t even get me started on the portrayal of the other Al-ghuls. I think I might kill myself before we even finish

Stephanie brown: another case of mostly forgotten or just included for the sake of not being labelled a misogynist. I feel like out of everyone she’s lowkey has it the… I wouldn’t say best… but okayest in fanon. Apart from the usual making her A Batkids Keychain, two dimensionally stupid (as is the norm with any upbeat character😐 especially women😐) or… shudders in horror... Bruce’s daughter… I haven’t seen portrayals that are as blatantly offensive as some of the others on the list, though it could be that I was just spared those horrors by being lucky enough to not have encountered those dark corners of the fandom. Overall very tame though you’re very welcome to share your horror stories with her fanon portrayal because I am sure there are a lot. Her canon portrayal now is. Bad enough. Don’t even remind me of how they made her be towards Bernard and Tim cause I fear I will throw up. She should be allowed to throw stones at all of their heads as enrichment

Duke Thomas: same problem as Cass’. Being toned down to a two dimensional goody-two-shoes who follows all the rules like the innocent angel he is!! Totally not because people only include him to avoid being called racist and not make an effort to learn what he’s actually like so they default to the safest characterisation: nothing!!!! Man I love the way any character that’s not a white man is portrayed in fandoms!!! If you like this version of duke im confused on what you like exactly cause it’s so far removed from his canon characterisation it’s insane. Like the sheer bigotry in picking the most complex characters and making them two dimensional rule following goody two shoes to avoid GOD FORBID having to actually put them in your plots and portray them correctly just because they’re not white men is. Yeah. I’m tired of this. Then again the white men aren’t even portrayed correctly so nobody is having fun but AT LEAST THEYRE THERE!!!!

Alfred Pennyworth: listen. I’m not saying he doesn’t have his good moments where he’s a decent father/grandfather figure. but let’s not act like he’s this innocent faultless angel frail old man who’s never done anything wrong in his entire life and has been the best father figure in existence. He is NOT. I’m tired of all of you acting scandalised when someone dares to not like him for VERY good reasons. But I guess liking his fanon characterisation is comparatively not as bad as some of the others so. You get a pass

Kate Kane: I don’t think fanon even knows she exists so there isn’t much of a “fanon version” to like. Although Im sure she’s probably mischaracterised whenever someone shoehorns her cardboard cutout into their fics to fill their 25% women quota but it’s not as wide spread as say Cass or Steph’s mischaracterisations.

At least from what I’ve personally seen as this is a subjective opinion about the way Batman characters are often portrayed in fandom.

[kazoosandfannypacks]

Disney's always paying people to write a somewhat gritty, twisted version of their stories, and they're paying someone to write a new Tangled book that ignores the canon that the show set up. What they should be doing is paying me to write my own twisted tale, in which Rapunzel grows up in the castle with her parents, and one day she stumbles upon the black rocks. She doesn't think much of it, but as a growing unrest befalls Corona, she learns that the black rocks are approaching the kingdom and coming specifically for her.

So, she begins her quest for the moonstone, guided by her father's friend Quirin, and his son, a brilliant self-taught alchemist. Their journey to the dark kingdom, however, is not without obstacle or opponent. Along the way, they're beset by many foes: a wayward member of the brotherhood, a vengeful sorcess who watched her mother's life fade away after the sundrop was taken for the queen, and the prince of the dark kingdom, who's sworn by oath to intercept anyone who quests for the moonstone, and to stop them by any means necessary.

For those who haven't watched the series, this would just be a grittier Tangled rewrite. Fans of the show, however, would be delighted by the aforementioned cameos of Varian, Hector, Cassandra, and Eugene. Adira, of course, would aid Rapunzel on the quest to reunite the sundrop and the moonstone, and Lance is ABSOLUTELY appearing too, probably running a bed and breakfast of sorts (and Angry and Catalina are two orphan girls he offered a job to after they tried to rob him one time, and he eventually adopted them.)

And, of course, there'd be a new dream enemies to lovers arc.

[robintherobiner]

I love Tim, he's such a chaotic little gremlin, and heres why.

(it does slowly get darker and more so me listing reasons on how Tim would be a great potential villain)

Figured out Batman's identity at nine years old all because he remembered a flip he only saw when he was 3

BLACKMAILED BATMAN INTO LETTING HIM BE ROBIN

Blown up multiple LoA bases (mainly for funzies)

Made an entire batmobile by hiding it in the batarang budget (again, mainly for funzies)

Tried to clone his best friend after he died (the best friend is already a clone, so Tim wanted a clone-of-a-clone)

Practically single handily saved his mentor from being lost in the time stream bc he saw a FUCKING PORTRAIT AND THOUGHT "huh, this dude looks so similar to bruce.. too similar"

Fell asleep while on a roller-coaster (was also on a date at the time, if i remember corectly)

He was about to kill Captain Boomerang as revenge for his dads death, and had to be talked out of it

His detective skills are on par with Bruce, so much so that Ra's (one of the people who trained Bruce before he became Batman) calls him Detective which is/was his title for Bruce

Faked having an uncle after his dad died just so he didn't have to get adopted

There was a mission where Tim became Batman, and used the gun that killed Bruce's parents to kill many of the rouges in Gotham, went back in time, and then that timeline was erased by threatening to SHOOT HIMSELF. not future-Tim, the gun weilding maniac, no, just normal robin-Tim

He broke Jason out of jail, despite the fact that he tried to murder him. Tim also broke Lynx (?) out of jail, when she tried to kill him too.

Despite many people saying he's the 'worst fighter in the family' he was literally trained by Lady Shiva, Rahul Lama, Shen Chi, Legless Master, Bruce Wayne, Dick Grayson, Alfred Pennyworth, Cassandra Cain, and Barbra Gordon. All of which are amazing fighters, some of which are like, mass murderers i think (Lady Shiva, hello??)

A different future Tim came back to the past to kill Kate Kane (aka batwoman) and although she was saved, he didn't hold any regret.

Almost killed Johnny Warlock for almost killing Stephanie, and he only stopped because Batman showed up and reminded him of the no-killing rule and the fact that Robin is supposed to be Batmans light (which means that Tim didn't stop because he remembered murder is wrong, he stopped because batman says its wrong, if ya get what i mean)

Beat the Joker while Batman was out of country, on his first time patrolling the city on his own

And finally, he happily (and successfully) lies to Batman