#spidey and bruce are the same

[foxyreacts]

Above all else, Batman is kind. He doesn't kill people because he wants them to have a chance to be better. He was given a chance to be better.

Everyone is capable of change. He's the hero Gotham needs because he wants to make it better. Purging the evil from the street would have fixed Gotham, but it would not have saved anyone. Kindness is what Gotham needs. Not vengeance, not prison. Kindness. If you are kind, people might listen. People might change.

If no one was kind to Bruce Wayne he would have been the worst of them all. Kindness makes change for the better. Please. Be kind.

82 YEARS AGO - BATMAN DEBUTED FOR THE FIRST TIME Eighty-two years ago on March 30, 1939, Detective Comics #27 hit newsstands, introducing the Caped Crusader for the very first time in a featured story called “The Case of the Chemical Syndicate.”

“And for all that fierce exterior, I’ve never met anyone who cared as deeply about his fellow man as Bruce Wayne.”  - Amanda Waller, Justice League Unlimited, Season 2 Episode 13 (2005)

[cosmosluckycharms]

Bug like angel

You're here, that's the thing

You woke up the next day.

You were on the fancy velvet family couch you were never allowed on.

The couch was where every movie night, every game night, and every family hangout would happen.

The same ones you'd never be invited to.

You looked up to see Bruce and Miguel sitting in the pristine, white dining room arguing over something.

They lowkey looked like a divorced couple fighting over the ustody of their child.

You let out a giggle at that thought.

You got up and tried to stabilize yourself, still healing from the stab wound from yesterday.

You had a runny nose and a slight sore throat from the rain yesterday.

You hated your spidey luck sometimes.

As you got closer to Miguel and Bruce, you could make out some of their argument.

"She's staying with us, it's for the best," Bruce said, crossing his arms.

"Since when do you decide what's good for her?" Miguel argued, standing up from the seat he was sitting on.

"I am her father. I decide what's best for her," Bruce said, still keeping a straight face.

"you haven't been a father to her at all." Bruce flinched slightly at Miguel's words.

Miguel continued, "You were never her father. You were nothing but a sperm donor." Miguel put his hand on his hips, his bold red eyes piercing into Bruce's blue ones.

"When were you when she needed you? Where were you on her birthday? Where were you at her performances and concerts? You don't know anything about her." Miguel slammed the table in front of him, and Bruce's neutral facade faltered.

"I am still her father. we are blood." Bruce raised his voice.

"The blood of the covenant is thicker than the water of the womb."

Miguel and Bruce were now full-on arguing.

A full-on screaming match.

You decided to intervene, you just wanted to go home.

"What's going on?" They both couldn't hear you, and you saw Miguel about to flip the expensive dining room table.

You weren't against him breaking anything Bruce owned, but that table cost way more than Miguel could afford.

You ran up to him "Hold on a minute, please won't you listen?"

They both stopped to look at you.

Bruce spoke up "Are you doing better now, sweetie?" You cringed at the nickname he gave you.

"I'm fine. What's going on?"

There was a tense silence for a moment.

"C'mon, spit it out. I wanna go home." You put your hands on your hips, copying Miguel's stance

"You're going to stay with us," Bruce said, his piercing blue eyes glaring at Miguel.

"What?! You can't do that! Dad, tell him he can't do that!" you pulled on Miguel's sleeve like a tall child

Miguel looked and you and looked away guiltily.

"Dad? What's going on? Tell him he can't force me to stay!" You were tearing up.

You didn't want to stay.

You didn't want to be back where everything went wrong.

You didn't want to see everyone play happy family while you sat in a corner sobbing.

"I'm sorry, but you're 16 and can't legally stay with me. I'm so sorry, arañanita." you tried to suppress your tears, only for them to all spill out when he hugged you.

You felt like a child.

"This isn't fair." your lip slightly trembled.

Bruce put a hand on your shoulder which made you flinch and push his hand away.

"Don't touch me." you shrunk into Miguel's arm more.

You hated being here. You just wanted to go home.

"Can't we agree on something else? Like maybe one week each person, or something?" you tried to reason

Bruce raised an eyebrow "What do you mean?"

"I mean like, one week with with Miggy and another with you. Wouldn't that be easier?"

Miguel was about to agree with you when Bruce interrupted "No."

"Why not? Everyone would be happy!" You tried to reason

"Because I'm your father and that's final."

You rolled your eyes at that.

"What?! That's so not fair!"

"life isn't fair." Bruce started practically pushing Miguel out the door.

You started clinging onto Miguel by his leg, you didn't want him to leave.

It took your father and your brothers to separate you and Miguel.As soon as Miguel left, you

ignored your family's offerings to hang out with them.

You were in your room, still sulking about what happened.

You were texting your friends everything.

You heard a knock at the door and tried to ignore it.

You weren't in the mood to talk to any of them.

After a couple of minutes of knocking, Bruce got impatient and let himself in."Why didn't you open the door?"

"I didn't feel like getting up." You kept texting your friends, not even looking at him.

He took a seat on the edge of your bed. "Look, since you're already here, why not go out? We could go to that one, uh, museum you wanted to go to a while ago." You glared at him.

"I asked to go there years ago. My friends already took me there."

"Oh, is there any other place you'd like to go? or anything you'd like to do?"

"I want you to go away. I'm sick and you just pulled me away from my friends." You kept scrolling on your phone

Bruce sighed and left your room.

Next to annoy you was Dick.

You were in the kitchen trying to get a snack when you heard his agitating, grating voice.

"Hey, baby bird!" He was going to ruffle your hair, but you swiftly avoided it due to your spidey senses.

"Don't call me that." You continued to look for your favorite snack.

"Why not?" he playfully pouted

You started giving up hope on finding the snack, it wasn't anywhere! "Because I said so."

He saw you were struggling to find something. "What are you looking for?"

"Nunya." you crossed your arms and started looking in the fridge.

"look, if you're hungry, we can go to that one restaurant you wanted to go to! How does that sound?" he smiled.

"I asked for that years ago. I already went there with Miguel anyway." You walked away into your room not caring how dick was slightly frowning.

You were in your room fixing your belongings.

If you're going to be forced to live here up till you're 18, you might as well make everything look nice.

While you were organizing your closet, your spidey senses went off.

You turned around to see it was warning you about the door, and suddenly Jason barged in.

"Get ready, I'm gonna teach you how to ride a motorcycle."

"No thanks, Jess already taught me." You continued to fold the clothes

"Who's Jess?" Jason raised an eyebrow

"A friend. Look, can you just leave me alone? I want some alone time."

"I'm your older brother, you can't kick me out of your room." He crossed his arms.

"Except I can. Get out." You started pushing him out of your room, your strength surprising him.

Tim was in his room when he remembered about that one time you asked him if he could fix your computer.

You accidentally gave it a virus downloading Sims mods, and it was tweaking.

Tim was the most tech-savvy person you knew, so you asked him.

Unfortunately for you, he was working on a tiring case.

He was in a bad mood and half-asleep, so it wasn't a surprise when he yelled at you to go away.

Sure, it had been 2 years since then, but he still felt bad.

He made his way to your room, noticing how separated it was from the others.

When he got to your room and opened your door (you seriously need to get a lock) he saw you were face timing one of your friends and laughing.

He cleared his throat and your smile fell.

"I'll call you back later, bye Pavi!" you hung up and looked at Tim "What do you want?"

He smirked "Wow, so hostile. Do you still need me to fix your computer? I have time now.

"You rolled your eyes. "it's fine now, peni fixed it for me."

"Are you sure? I could probably add an upgrade or two, or maybe get you a new one?" He put his hand on his neck

"Yes I'm sure, you can leave now." You shooed him away with your hands and started calling Pavitr again.

Tim scoffed and walked away.

Last but not least, Damian.

He was always a headache.

Ever since you were younger, it's like he was out to get you.

He wouldn't ignore you or push you away like the others, instead, he would threaten and berate you.

No matter how much you tried, he'd always go out of his way to push you around.

You learned to stay out of his way.

You assumed he would still hate you, so you continued to avoid him.

It was surprising when he walked up to your room and demanded you to watch him train.

Not wanting to get stabbed by him, you begrudgingly agreed.

You were being escorted into the training room and saw a chance to practice your moves.

While he wasn't looking, you snuck away to practice your tricks.

It was the perfect place to do it as well, huge gymnastics area, rock climbing walls, and hurdles.

You were having the time of your life!

After around 10 minutes you noticed Damian looking for you, with Dick helping him.

You sighed and continued practicing.

Your way of swinging and moving was Heavily inspired by Gwen and Pavitr's, all the spider kids trained together so it wasn't much of a surprise.

After training for a couple more minutes, you noticed Dick and Damian had found you.

Dick was surprised you knew how to be that flexible and have a lot of movement and personality in your tricks.

As soon as you sat down to take a water break, Dick and Damian ran up to you.

"Where did you learn how to move like that? did you do gymnastics?" Dick sat down next to you, only for you to scoot away.

"No. I learned from Pavi." You took another sip of your water

"Was he the one who came to the manor last year? The punk?" He took a sip of his water

"No, that's Hobie." you got up and walked away, ignoring Dicks other questions.

Dick just sighed in defeat and watched as Damian ran after you.

Damian would not leave you alone.

The whole way to your room, he was complaining and berating you.You tried slamming your door in his face, but he fought back.

Suddenly you were trying to push him out of your room like the others and he pushed a bag of yours onto the floor.

After a couple of minutes of you both tumbling around, he finally left.

You let out a sigh of relief and went to pick up the bag.

Once you picked it up you noticed it felt a slight bit heavier, less empty.

You grabbed what was making it so heavy and noticed it was a watch.

The watch you needed to move universes.

Miguel must've snuck it in there while dropping you off.

You put it on, and right as you were about to go back to Miguel's universe, your spidey senses went off yet again.

You quickly turned off the watch and pretended you were playing on your phone again.

This time it was Alfred.

You assumed he was going to scold you for fighting Damian yet again.

You prepared yourself only to be met with something you didn't expect.

"The others are expecting your presence in the theater room."

Movie nights.

The same movie nights you longed to be a part of years ago.

This time, you didn't want to be part of it.

"No thanks, I'm busy." You continued to scroll on your phone.

"You must've misheard me. They're requiring your presence." Alfred walked away before you could argue.

You sighed and put on some slippers.

This was gonna be a long two years.

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[kenyummy]

✰ 03. the ballad of a bygone blight.

✰ ꒰ ⍣'ˎ˗ platonic yandere batfam / spider! reader ꒱

✰ 03. each coin can be flipped twice.

SYNOPSIS : being spidey isn't easy. being transported into an alternate universe where you're nothing but a shadow in your house, makes sneaking around a little easier... until you find yourself the apple of their eye... kind of.

note: you guys don't know true pain until you have to copy and paste each individual paragraph into a new draft because you forgot how tumblr drafts work </3

n e ways getting into the batfams characterisation yipiieeeee . i tried to incorporate overthinking into tims part realistically bc that's lowkey how i overthink things but hey. im open to respectful criticism. ive also been consuming a lot of batfam media and i tried to my take on their guilt and how it plays into the crazy thing hagaashhaha im going insane fml

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You'd always been far too normal. That's what had driven you, all these years, to such a bitter nature. It wasn't like you'd done anything wrong—you'd done everything a regular person would do, and that was the problem.

This kind—your kind—of normality was impossible for a family like yours.

Impossible for them to understand. Relate to. See. Always falling behind, watching as their costumes and capes flutter in the wind, blowing their vision of you. Too wrapped up in the latest villain to spot the regularity in their life.

You'd wake up at 8am, eat a slice of toast with yoghurt and mixed berries—do pilates, and go on with your day.

(Your family would stay up till 8, fighting the crime that riddled the Gotham streets with an iron fist—sneaking out of the house to play dress up with a bunch of mentally insane criminals.)

You'd spend your nights at home, having done everything you'd needed to that day—lazing around with a comic book in hand.

(Your family were far too busy most nights at Arkham—preventing their hundredth breakout and the spread of fear toxin.)

You'd watch, pupils dilated as your siblings, your father came home bruised, beat, and bloodied (with whose blood—you could only guess).

You'd watch in agonising silence as they'd shoo you off after you'd peek from behind their doorframe—saying this kind of work wasn't suitable for eyes like yours.

Those same eyes dimmed that day—staring blankly into nothing as the sight of that sickening crimson red became more common to you, with each passing day.

Dripping down onto the ground—you'd never be able to get rid of that blood. No matter how hard you scrubbed the floorboards, there would always be that stain of red.

You'd grip the sheets—nails digging into mesh fabric—with a steel-knuckled hold. You'd draw what it would be like to be one of them. That same blood-red suit—yet with a different kind of venom to a bat.

Crawling up a water spout—you, the spider—were washed out by the bitterness enrapturing your heart that was once full and blooming like the most beautiful of gardens.

Venom drips from your fangs and yet left unbitten. Never poisoning anything but your own tongue.

To be overlooked and unseen with the most brilliant mind a god could conjure; the world, your family—may never love a spider, but you will find somebody, someday, who will.

Tim Drake was not used to that expression on your face.

... Actually—he wasn't really used to any expression on your face. For a moment, it felt more like a blur to him than anything. Memories of you—they were few and far between.

Except that look of pity you'd always seem to give them. The image appeared in his mind suddenly, for whatever odd reason. That sad, almost puppy-ish, expression that he'd never really given a second thought.

(Though—it made you appear more of a baby to him.)

Perhaps he'd just gotten used to it. After all this time, what could've possibly changed?

He was wrapped up with something strange given to him by Bruce when he'd seen you. A strange, web-like substance—he was just getting ready to study it when it dissolved like nothing were ever there.

Like silk, it was soft. Like glue, it was sticky. Like fibers, it was stringey. Yet—after just a few hours, it was as if it never existed. Like it were nothing but a bad dream.

Bruce and Damian talked about it like it were a spiderweb—fitting, considering the hero that wielded it, they described as looking more arachnid than human.

Regardless—his mind was already frazzled and buzzing with all kinds of thoughts. Spider. Spider Web? Spider.

Where is that fucking web?

The stress crawls under his skin like bugs and he itches. The red left over is so familiar to him—but perhaps never the same at all.

(That same red you'd seen with those big, glassy eyes—unlike that motionless gaze you'd give him sparingly. If he bled again, would you look at him kindly like that once more?)

Then, a shoulder crashes into his. Hard. Enough to almost knock the vial out of his hands. The frustration is just about to bubble over—the words crawling up his throat like bile and his chest tightens with that familiar burst of rage.

(Tim, crash-out, Drake—Steph called him once.)

But he stops.

It's only you.

Why are you here? Aren't you supposed to be at school? He hadn't been to school in a while—being a vigilante leaves a guy's schedule pretty packed—but he's sure...

"[name]? What are you doing here? Isn't it school hours...?" He asks, curiously.

You blink, face blank. He can't get a read on that face. He simply can't decipher it. It bothers him more than it probably should've. "I felt sick, so I decided to come home. Still a bit frazzled from... you know."

His heart beats faster. What? You went to school? You really went to school?

(Even if he realised it beforehand, it's like the shock runs through him again. What's wrong with him?)

You went to school even though you were shot a few days ago? Did that really happen? Did he... not realise? He's supposed to know this stuff, isn't he? Isn't he the smart one? Doesn't he keep tabs on everybody? Doesn't he look at you?

A cold chill fills his body, and he bites down hard on the inside of his cheek. Before he can stop himself, the words spill.

"...Bruce is going to be worried. You know how he feels when you and Damian skip."

You glance to the side, considering something. He wants to know. Will you tell him? He feels like he knows nothing about you anymore. It's dehibilitating.

Since when have you brushed them off so easily? You were never like this before. You used to preen at a simple headpat (not from him—but you seemed to especially love your two oldest brothers) and practically glow when somebody talked with you.

"I think I'll live. Bye." You shrug.

His heart nearly beats out of his chest. What? Why are you acting like this? Don't you care?

Why are you acting like you hate it? You hate them? You don't care? What's wrong with you?

Did you get a concussion when you were shot? Did you hit your head and forget everything? Did you lose your mind after getting lead poisoning? Is this even you? What happened when you were shot?

Every possible question excluding—what has he done?

The bullet he saw in your shoulder flashes in his mind. When Jason practically kicked the door down, carrying your heavily breathing body bridal style and yelling for Bruce to get his ass over here.

Why were you out in the first place? Why weren't you at home? What happened to you? Why were you shot? What could you have done?

He had no time to think about it before. Not when he was so busy, and Riddler was causing up a stir.

Now, he is crumbling.

You're walking away, but his vision shakes. He feels like he's going to crumble. He hates it. This feeling. The feeling of knowing he simply just can't figure this out. He's mad. At you, or himself—he isn't quite sure. Perhaps a mix of both.

Why have you changed? Why did he not realise? Had you even changed? Did he ever know you?

He nearly crushes the vial in his grip. His hand reaches out, to grasp you. Your shoulder. The bullet lodged deep within you. Maybe if he got rid of it, you'd go back. To normal. You'd be your normal self again.

He feels it so deeply.

That crippling, nihilating urge to—

He stops. Watching you walk away. Fast. So fast. He can't catch up. No amount of training could've allowed him to walk alongside his little sibling.

Perhaps he found himself caught in that spider's silky trap—bound and unmoving as he just couldn't seem to tear his eyes away.

The empty vial doesn't concern him much anymore. He stares at it with eyes as hollow as the glass is.

Tim wonders when everything changed.

Dick Grayson watched your convulsing body with shaking eyes. A bullet lodged in your shoulder and crimson dripping onto the ground in a sickening rhythm. He couldn't reach out. He couldn't have touched your face. Not when Jason held you like that. Like a guard dog. His bloody helmet slamming to the ground just for Dick to see the absolute fury on his little brother's face.

Pupils blown—Dick knows what's going on. Better than any of the rest of them, he'd even go as far as to say. He's manic. Absolutely manic. Shouting and yelling for anyone—asking what Bruce was doing, letting you out alone this late. What he was fucking expecting.

Nobody speaks. Nobody can. What could they possibly say? That they didn't notice? That nobody did?

Jason might have taken them all on in your honour if he had truly said those words out loud. He always would've, even if he never stayed for long.

Dick almost wants to sock Jason in the face for keeping you away, so close to his own heart.

(He would've done the same, if only he had you. If only you would let him.)

The only thing he can see in his brothers' arms is that child who used to hide in the most obvious of spots. Crouching behind that large TV with the tips of their hair peeking out. Who used to laugh so gleefully when everyone pretended they couldn't find them.

He sees you, and nearly falls over.

Dick Grayson isn't a stranger to blood. Blood had followed his footsteps wherever he goes. He is made of the blood of everyone he lost and fears to lose.

He didn't think you'd fit into the former so quickly.

(You never thought you were either—did you?)

He can't do anything when he sees Jason carry you out. Slipping into a car with Bruce and Alfred and driving off, far past the speed limit.

He is powerless to move. He is useless. As he was when he watched his parents fall. When he was held back by Bruce when he found that vile man.

He hadn't felt like this for a long, long time.

He was the perfect one. He was the best of them. The first. Everything Batman was supposed to be. Nightwing. Robin. Doing everything he could to be what Bruce wanted.

He was the perfect one.

What use was that when your blood stains the hardwood floors?

What use was him not remembering what you looked like until this moment? The only time he'd ever seen you was when a bullet was lodged in your shoulder, and your body was practically convulsing.

... This should never have happened.

You were always the normal one. The most regular. Never tainted by the horrors of Gotham. Bright. Kind. Your eyes were always so kind. Pitiful. You'd always pity them. Wanting to help, but how could he possibly let you?

How could he possibly let you see the shattered expression on his face each time he'd seen you hurting? (Even if it was you hurting for them.)

You never should've...

He stops his own train of thought.

Why were you out, anyway? Hadn't you known how awfully terrible Gotham is at night?

Hadn't he... warned you...?

Dick walks off, eyes following his retreating figure—he can't find it within himself to care. He storms upstairs—almost frantically.

Everything is so quiet. Nobody here. Nobody waiting here like there usually is.

Where you usually are. The end of the hallway. It's brighter over here. The windows more open. The floorboards more bleached by the sun than back where his childhood room used to be.

He almost kicks the door open when his sweaty hands can't get a good grip on the doorknob.

(He can't. He can't destroy the barrier between you both, no matter how hard he tries.)

It slips open, eventually. Dick takes in the sight, silently, eyes darting around.

There's dust littering the air, highlighted by glittering light. The glow of the sun pours into your room like molten honey. Shining down onto your carpet.

There is nothing else.

Your room is so empty. If he didn't know better, he'd thought this were a guest room. Scuffed—but suitable for a short visit nonetheless.

How long have you stayed here?

Dick tries to ignore the bleakness that fills his head when he tries to answer his own question.

He can't bring himself to step inside. Not without you there. He stands in the doorway, as lost as he felt when he world came crashing down with that tightrope.

He feels like a little kid all over again. As helpless as a little kid is in this world.

As helpless as you were.

As helpless as you are.

Your face looked like a blur for all these years. Lingering in the background, but never for long. His nails dig into the calloused flesh of his palm. Hardened from years of fighting, protecting all he cared about. All those he failed to protect before.

He didn't do anything, did he? Not for so long. For as long as Jason died, was it?

... How long was that?

He wasn't sure when you slipped from his mind. So caught up with those beside him—he hadn't seen you slip behind, silently.

That little kid, staring up with tearful eyes. Asking where Jason was. Asking when they could all play together again.

Behind the capes, the masks—behind him, there was you.

Dick would've fallen over if he hadn't caught himself on the doorframe.

How could he have possibly, ever let you out of his sight? How can he stand to look at you when he let this happen? The most regular thing in his life. Something he had never given a second glance.

His chest hurts with a white-hot pain that stings his entire nervous system.

The best of them all—it was never him. It was always you, wasn't it?

The one keeping him grounded was you—he feels like his heart can't beat properly. Clutching it hard, nothing works. The ache stings, but nothing feels worse than his mind spiralling with thoughts of you laying in a hospital gown with red seeping out your side.

He will never, ever let something like this happen to you again.

Dick will let you know you'll never need to worry about anything again as long as your favourite big brother is here.

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[invincibledc]

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ִ ࣪✮🕷✮⋆˙𝐁𝐀𝐓𝐅𝐀𝐌𝚰𝐋𝐘 𝐗 𝐒𝐏𝚰𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐌𝐀𝐍!𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑ִ ࣪✮🕷✮⋆˙

Summary!: when patrolling, you can’t help but meet another from your dimension.

Genre!: crack fic(?) this is for my own amusement.

Note!: reader is a male. An oc of mine for spider!reader appears. Every Spider-Man has to have their Deadpool. Also this is not proof read

Word count!: 806

Info!: Protege of Peter Parker, in their dimension/universe, Peter Parker use to babysit them. But due to the curious mind of a fourteen year old, they followed Peter when he left them. Thinking that they were asleep but really was following him. Looking over a cornered they didn’t notice a spider crawling its way to them in weird colors. It bites them, making them yelp. Short story, they finished tying a mugger up and running into a dimension of dc. And now they live with the batfamily.

Relaxing, in your spider suit, being a Spiderman in this dimension, universe, or whatever it is, fuckin` blows!

I mean, you can't even go outside and get a simple piece of air of freshness! You can't even try and take a shower before Damian as he hates your guts despite the other men here telling you he doesn't.

But does throwing a ninja star at you tell you otherwise??

No, it doesn't!!?

It almost reminds you of Lori. He’s always thrown sharp objects at you, it almost makes your skin crawl. Despite you crawling on a building as of now.

Patrolling the beautiful streets of Gotham City. If you can hear the sarcasm.

Neither less, you finally reached the top of the building. Pressing the comms, you alerted Bruce that you made it to your position. And then there's the little twelve-year-old brat yapping off in your ear. “Spiderman, make sure to focus thoroughly through this patrol this time. I will not save you and watch how you owe me your life.” you can hear that smug smirk on his face. Gritting your teeth, you hung up on him.

“Little brat, always on my damn case. Can't he just give a guy a break?!” you don't know what's up with the little shrimp, but either less. You have to stick with it. You started to web up goons, but that was only the beginning.

You were dealing with a huge thug, a grown-ass man versus a fourteen-year-old who is agile like a spider. You shoot your webs at the big man’s hands before swinging under his legs, turning your body with your webs, you pull your arms. Forcing the male to get slammed hard and knocked out.

“Phew… that wasn't bad at all. Wasn't it guys?” you said looking at the reader reading this story. with a grin, your expressive mask showing a happy expression. But soon that moment was ruined by you trying to break the fourth wall.

Hearing a girlish scream, you turn around to see the same-looking portal that had sucked you up into this world. You felt excitement, hope, and happiness. As much as you loved the whole family here, you had your own back to your universe.

But, of course, you had forgotten about the girlish scream as a kid with strawberry blonde short hair, tied into a small ponytail, a freckled face, and hazel eyes, hit you hard. At your body.

“Lori?!” you exclaimed, looking at the slightly tanned boy who straddled against you. Meet Lori, aka, the deadpool of your spiderverse. He had a katana holder strapped across his body. But never mind that, Lori’s eyes widened as he saw that he was on top of you.

“Spidey!!!” he squealed, pulling you into a hug despite the awkward position. He then lifted your mask, peppering your face with kisses.

“L-lori! Lori! Stop man!” Lori finally stopped and hopped off you so cartoonishly. Magically he pulled out his Deadpool mask and put it on.

“Bro! It took so long for me to force a wizard to open some wacky portal so I could find you! When Peter told me you were missing, I had the biggest hunch that you went to another comic world!”

You raised a brow as Lori hopped in front of your face, wagging his finger in front of you. “Like bro, how could your best friend be behind like that man!” Lori couldn't help but comically sob into your chest. The thirteen-year-old boy then perks up, his also expressive mask showing him narrowing his eyes.

“Someone's coming.” Lori pulled out a Glock 19, aiming it above as the mask’s eyes went into silts.

“When did you get a Glock?!” You exclaimed, pulling the gun from him. Lori looks at you before shrugging.

“Why not? Always carry something heavy yo!” Lori could be visibly seen pouting behind his mask, reaching to go grab the gun from you, you threw it up, webbing it to a wall.

“OH CMON!” Lori said In disbelief at how you could do this to him.

“Are you done with this reunion Spiderman.” a voice called out, Lori and you turned to face the voice. You pulled your mask down, Lori got into position, pulling his katana out. There stood Damian with his katana in hand. His eyes narrowed.

“What the—” Lori interrupted by the said Robin, “I don't know who you are, but I'm guessing you’re from Parker’s world.”

“I mean, no shit pipsqueak.” you could’ve sworn you saw Damian clench his jaw before he released it.

“Then I’ll have to take you to where you will stay.” Damian didn't know why, but having another person who showed the same interest made him a little irritated. This is a comrade of yours, so he must treat him with respect.

Even though he ‘hates’ you.

[sramoonlight]

Frozen chocolate

What if the Batfam got another version of their spidey?

Content you’ll see here: neglected!reader, yandere!Batfam, spidey!reader, female!reader, mentions of death, ATSV x DC

English it’s not my first language, so please be patient

A sunny day where you would walk home, but this time is a Thursday so you have a job to do

Your backpack jumped on your shoulder as you approached the old apartment, fixing your clothes you knocked the door in a weird rhythm making the person behind it run to open it for you

— My dear student! You are here — The man, white hair and big glasses welcomed you to the room, this person was Jacob Hearth or how you call him

— I’ll never miss a Thursday with you, Mr. Snow — the man chuckled at your words enjoying the little nickname you gave him

This man, you chemistry teacher and also your boss, not like it was a real job because you only go on Thursdays but he does give you some money when you help him with his experiments

Mr. Snow wasn’t a scientist from Alchemax or a big company, he only works from himself and no one, actually, he does because no one cared about his experiments about snow

That’s why he’s Mr. Snow.

You admired this man, he was a genius trapped in a boring full time job and he saw the light on you, you never wanted to be a scientist but you enjoyed the experiments

And with the money he pays you, it’s enough to pay the utilities from the theatre you act for

— Take a look of this, my dear student, this is the multiverse — he activated an hologram

Everything went dark, red webs with shinny stars all over them adorned the walls

It was… amazing.

— I think they look like snowflakes, what do you think, dear? — these eyes behind the glasses, always looking at you not with pity but with admiration because this man never saw you as an inferior but as an equal

Maybe that’s why the final thing you saw were his eyes.

You opened your eyes in a rush, your body sweating in the dark of your room like you just ran one hundred miles

There wasn’t something around you, yeah, it’s the room from your self on this universe but it means nothing.

It was quite often, the way you’ll dream about your dimension and not wanting to wake up because that means it isn’t there anymore, you had a life, a future if you are brave enough to say it

And it was all gone, because your first father figure and you decided to get brave and touch what you shouldn’t

It is your fault, no one tells you that but it is, you grew impatient when Miguel approached you with this idea of the multiverse being real

You wanted more, and you passed this idea for Mr.Snow

He never wanted more, he wanted to appreciate the small things on the world and just know why they’re like it

You twisted his ideas, just because you wanted to see how much you can take.

You curled hugging your knees, for a huge house it is quiet

The you from this dimension was this lonely? Did she wake up from nightmares and no one was there to tell her it was just a nightmare? It is weird, weird to think about a you who didn’t have person that loved her

No one to wipe her tears when she was scared of just living, she didn’t have any hobbies, not because she didn’t wanted to but because she was afraid her sibling would want her less

They never did, actually.

She would love your dimension, she wouldn’t do anything else just enjoy what she had

— Did you know… what love really meant? — a small whisper hides on the room corners, no one heard you but at the same time everyone did.

Wiping the stray tears on your tears you got up, 4 am, you’re sure she never woke up this early

You can’t sleep anymore.

Moving through the halls with small steps, no one is awake for you to talk and forget about your dream or your thoughts

Your eyes catch the sight of a family portrait, a girl with your face looks at the camera with her eyes out of life

She looks like she doesn’t belong there, everyone is smiling even Bruce, and she’s there looking like she was dead in life

Maybe, when she died, just maybe, maybe she felt free for the first time

There is no point to think about what happened, you can’t bring her back to ask her why she looked that sad

— We should take another one — You jumped, the person at your side, Bruce Wayne or your father

He was in his sleeping clothes, his eyes locked on her face like analyzing whatever she felt in that moment

— You look different, dear — a rush of emotion ran through your spine, this man, the one who ignored her all her life like she didn’t mean something

Like she wasn’t worthy of his attention

He acts like he knows how she was, like he could tell she’s not the same anymore

— I’m just tired, Bruce — his fist clenched, you took a glance of it

Is Bruce a bad thing to call him? You don’t know why, you can pretend to be the sweetest girl to have everyone’s attention but not with him

He never came when you were little, he never cared enough to look for you and when destiny brought him his only blood daughter he chose to ignore her

He doesn’t care about you in any universe

— Let me take you back to bed, you need to have at least eight hours of sleep — you need to take care of your feelings, you know she’ll love to have her father attention

But your mind is spinning, spinning with rage because he wouldn’t care about both of us if you-

Something in your head clicked, you didn’t do anything to catch his attention

Not like you did to Dick, not like you did to Alfred

Is he doing it because he feels like it? He cares about the you from this universe? Did you judge him wrong?

Caring about her but not having the opportunity to show it, your mind quickly looked through the pages of diary you read two nights ago

“He looked at me like he pity my own existence”

No, it can’t be

“He never has time, never looked at me when I tried to talk to him”

He can’t care about her, he never showed it to her, she ignored her every day she lived in this lonely manor with no one to hold her when she felt the rejection of every person

“He tried to talk to me, or at least that’s why I thought but I was so mad to look at him”

He cared about her.

Your body moved by its own, you didn’t notice when your arms wrapped around his frame

He care about her, even if he was busy to not spend time together he cared about her

Why he didn’t care about you?

— Can we.. get chocolate milk first? — You whispered, the rage was still making you shiver but no anymore about how he ignored both of you

How he ignored you and chose her

Legacy is all you left behind when you die, every father of America left a legacy behind and now they are on history books.

You never cared about them before this, you always thought a legacy was something for egocentric people and their chest filled with pride

But now, sitting on the big couch of your father’s office while drinking a cup of chocolate milk and a blanket on your lap

You think about it, you’re Spiderwoman, you thought it was enough to make you unforgettable when you die

She didn’t have that, she had a whole future in front of her but she lost everything when she died

There is no point of thinking what could have been, you thought she didn’t have anyone to relay on but now you realized she was drowning in rage and pain to see her father.

His pen wrote something on his papers looking at you, his plan was to take you back to bed but you couldn’t sleep so he just brought you to his office to keep him company until the sun rises and you have to leave for school

She never had this chance, you’re not blaming her because you felt the same she felt all her life

The rage, the pain, and the feeling of not being worthy of his attention

You’re jealous, jealous of what she could have only if she stayed enough for the canon to change the story for her.

— If I knew you loved chocolate milk this much I would buy you everyone on the market — he joked, even his laugh is too elegant

You believe him, your younger brother had a zoo only because he wanted one, buying chocolate milk is nothing at its side

He is a lovely parent, you still don’t know what made him be so far away from you, whatever it was it wasn’t a problem for him to bond with his children beside you

You want to ask, you need to ask, you can’t

Your throat is dry, dry even if you take a big sip of your milk, suddenly it feels too sweet like it could get on your throat and make you cough

— Bruce do you- — you heard him groan making you stop

— What happened with calling me dad? — ah, sure, she did call him dad

For you it’s weird, you don’t see him as a father figure even if you have the ability to see every man who gives you attention as one

Mr.Snow never let you call him dad, he told you to respect your real dad

Miguel won’t handle it, you never called him dad because you know how it would break him

So, the word has a big meaning you saved for someone who gave something for you birth, for someone who loved you the first second you touched this word

— I’m sorry, dad — everything felt heavier, he is smiling, for him his whole world changed back to being heaven

But for you? You feel like you failed to someone.

Beep! Beep!

Shit, you covered the screen of you watch making sure Bruce couldn’t see it

Someone, probably the anomaly, triggered the spider you left on that alley and god it was a bad time to do it

— Is that your alarm? — You checked the clock on the wall, 5 am, yeah it is a good time to wake up even if you don’t

You take a deep breath, fixing your acting

— Yeah, sorry, it’s connected to my phone and I forgot to turn it off — you smiled trying to push it aside

He raised an eyebrow, not very sure of what you are saying but he had to believe you

— Before you go, I wanted to talk about something — damn, did the you from this dimension had a big conversation before leaving this world?

Was she mad? Was she sad? There was nothing on her diary for you to read and take it as a note to act

— Alfred told me you planned to leave this manor once you turn eighteen — that little snitch

— It’s just… I need to go to a good college so I- — He stood up

Suddenly, his hole body seemed darker and huge like it was a wall

Your hand moved to check if your web shooter was on your wrist, you don’t know why

His hand touched your shoulder, kneeling in front of you as he looked at your eyes like you just said you wanted to die

— If the problem is the location we can get you a good apartment but it has to be one of Wayne enterprises’ —

Damn your whole body felt cold

You can take it, being away and having the opportunity disappear

— I thought about going to Brooklyn —

Everything stopped, you could only hear the clock on the wall marking the seconds

He wasn’t breathing, no, you could hear it if he was

In a moment, his hole expression changed making you shiver, a dark look on his eyes as he grabbed your shoulders with more strength

Does he was this strong? You never looked at his arms, you thought he only did exercise to look good

— I think you need to think more about it, get ready to school, pumpkin —

You don’t know why, but you heard his words.

5:30 am

You’re heading to the alley with your mask on, a big hoodie covering it in case your path get blocked by a vigilante.

When you arrived, you had to hug your body to deal with the cold

Cold?

Everything was trapped in ice, the spider device was completely frozen beating in a drown sound

Poor thing, must done everything it could to make you know about it

Was it.. uh, what was his name? That doctor who has a name similar to ice

But your spider decide wouldn’t activate with someone from that world, it has to be a different thing

A villain with similar powers, but this is an anomaly

God how you hate it! You can’t take the device to look for the recording, god it is so bad

— Lyla, look for anomalies — You mumbled, the small hologram appeared next to you using a light to analyze the alley

— This is definitely an anomaly problem — She said showing you her results

95% matches with universe 45-1

— Wait, that’s my universe code — Lyla looked at you with wide eyes, your hands moved to see all the data

There wasn’t a villain with ice powers, you would remember it because Mr. Snow will always talk about it and how amazing it was

Was it a new one? A new one you had to fight before that happened?

How would it come to this universe? Your mind started to spin thinking of something

A villain from your universe

She died because of it

A villain with ice powers

There is always a Spider-Man for every universe

There is always a Spider-Man for every universe? Your head clicked looking at Lyla

— I have to contact Miguel— You immediately said tapping your watch to call him

She looked scared trying to do something for you, this thing is too much for you to handle and even if she tries to help you

She can’t.

— You must have been bleeding your guts out to- oh, it’s you — Miguel smiled, a soft one you wouldn’t waste to make fun of but now you don’t have the time for it

— This is my fault! — You quickly screamed taking off your mask, it didn’t matter if someone looked at you

Nothing else mattered when this was happening

— There is a villain from my universe here! I don’t know how but- but he’s here! — you don’t know the details, you don’t need to know it because you had everything you needed

A person who knew your real identity, and someone who was close to ice things

Mr. Snow, the last person you saw before everything turned black and Miguel came to take you out of there

— Joder.. I’ll check that, but meanwhile try to stop it with everything you can — he sighed pinching the skin between his eyes

The transmission was shut down, and you had to look at your hands like they were covered in blood

They were, god they were but this time it feels way worse

Wait, why did you dreamed with him and suddenly he is the anomaly?

Are you.. connected?

After everything you’ve done, you don’t only caused the death of millions of people but also the life of a you who had nothing but pure pain

Not only she died alone, she died because of your own stupidity

You caused the death of someone who could have everything but didn’t because of you

The worst of all, Mr. Snow, the person you most admired lost his own mind because of you

What could be another reason? He wasn’t a bad guy, he condemns every crime no matter what and he is a criminal now?

That man, the one who helped you when you wandered through the streets to find a job to make your dreams come true

You broke his mind, a big trauma you caused by destroying your universe

— I’m a killer — you whispered, hands on your head as you took the mask off, your legs didn’t have the enough strength to keep you standing so you fell to your knees

It felt horrible for you to have it on, like you couldn’t breath anymore

Maybe all the sins came to you when everything come to your heart, you always knew you killed a lot of people but never thought about what it makes you

Millions, no, more if you are talking about your whole planet

You killed more people than you’ll ever met, and you still dared to call yourself a hero

Suddenly your hands feel dirty, suddenly your body felt like you were drinking blood

Suddenly you started throwing up every drop of chocolate milk you drank on the morning, and even if it was brown you could swear it looked red

Almost maroon like dry blood

— I’m a killer, oh dear god I am a killer — you choked on your own vomit

Damn how bad it feels, your shoulders feel heavier at the thought of how many lifes you took

The tears are too much for you to see but there is someone looking at you from the enter of the alley

You hear Lyla go away, you hear their footsteps and how they knelt

— Are you okay, love? — his hand wrapped on a black glove held your chin making you look up

A white streak on his hair making you remember all the pages you read about him

Jason Todd, your father worst mistake and also the only person who cared enough to not send you hate messages

Also, the man who left you to rot when he got back to life

— What are you doing here? — His questions made your head spin, so many thoughts you don’t dare to say out loud

But you fell into his arms, he hugged you tightly in surprise

He didn’t need any more words, not when he was seeing an alley covered in ice and..

The bult on the back where you couldn’t see it, the friend you first talked when you got to this dimension

You didn’t notice, but if you did you would look worse than that

Jason doesn’t know it, but he cares enough to asume it

Tbh, not my best work buuut this is a slow story so you gotta see all the parts :)

I know it looks like a lot of concepts sticking together with glue and shinny stuff but I know what I’m doing

Comments and repost are appreciated!

[alittlewhelmed]

Imagine how Spider!Reader joins the Team

Notes: gn!reader, not proofread, kind of like an origin story. Enjoy!

You met the team through Artemis and Zatanna.

You were in Manhattan for a field trip when your spidey-senses led you to the two heroes running away from harm.

You had swung in and webbed Harm to a wall, nodding at the girls like you practiced in the mirror, "Sup?"

Then Harm got free and was all like: "The its called for backup, the its should know mere webs cannot stop Harm."

"My pronouns are actually they/them, thanks."

While following the Secret Girl across rooftops, you introduced yourself as the friendly neighbourhood Spider, at least in Queens that is.

After hearing their brief explanation of who they were and why they were in Manhattan fighting crime on Halloween night, you looked at Artemis and was like: "Boy trouble, huh?"

She almost fell off the roof at that.

Luckily for Artemis, you were interrupted by Harm taking you guys hostage.

You escape with the help of the Secret Girl, who turns out to be the ghost of Harm's sister, Greta.

"An actual ghost." Artemis breathed, staring wide-eyed at Greta.

"Ok, even for New York that's weird." You added, the lens of your mask wide.

With the help of Greta you guys defeat Harm and turned him into the police.

You said goodbye to Artemis and Zatanna, making them promise to come hang out if they were ever in Queens.

You never really expected anything more to come from that mission.

Until you return home and find Bruce Wayne in your living room having tea with your Aunt May.

He offered you an internship at the Wayne Enterprises in Queens, and charmed your Aunt with compliments about her cooking.

The internship was going to be in Wayne Enterprise’s R&D department, where he said your chemistry skills would be needed.

Huh, so apparently Bruce Wayne has seen your report card.

Aunt May was thrilled for you, and couldn’t stop smiling.

When Aunt May said she was going to get more cookies from the kitchen, Bruce Wayne turns serious and says that he has a friend who wants to meet you on your roof later that night.

Weirded out by the billionaire playboy, your curiosity still won out, and later that night you went to the roof.

After a few minutes of nothing you decided that Bruce Wayne was crazy and you should probably not accept his internship, no matter how well it pays.

Just as you turned around, a dark shadow dropped in front of you.

You weren't shocked, cause again, spidey-sense, but Batman is tall and doesn't smile, so you were nervous.

Cue the nervous explaining because you thought he was here for you for that one time you didn’t actually read the book assigned for your book report.

"I swear Mr. Batman, I was going to read the actual book, but Lord of the Flies is really boring and SparkNotes was really helpful - "

“This is about Spider.”

Turns out when Artemis and Zatanna reported about that maniac Harm, they also mentioned you to Batman, who sent his friend Bruce Wayne to come scope you out.

“So do vigilantes just have billionaires on speed-dial? Or are you guys roommates?”

Batman actually paused at that, and his features shifted to a dark glare, “What are you suggesting?”

Now you were really glad you said roommates instead of boyfriends.

Anyways, Batman offered you a position on his covert team of young heroes, and said that his “friend” Bruce Wayne was willing to let you use the internship as a cover story, and pay you for your time on the team.

It was a good deal, so you accepted.

“You might need this.” Batman hands you a sleek briefcase before grappling away.

You don’t watch him go, instead choosing to open the briefcase (definitely Batman’s intentions).

And inside is a suit, with the same colour and design as your homemade suit.

You look in the direction Batman swung off in, “Thanks, Batman.”

“I’ll be sure to relay your thanks.” Robin pipes up.

It’s a good thing Robin had his grapple on hand when you judo-flipped him off the roof.

[m3vl0vesu]

Honestly I love fics where it's a Spidey in Gotham. I love thinking about, but you know what else I love? Angst and found family. I mean go ahead and read what I write, I physically cannot seem to write happine-anyways!

Do you know how much Batman (Bruce) wants to find out Spidey's identity. Are they a meta-an alien, another Clark situation perhaps? What and who exactly are they? Why do they seem so playful? He is itching to find out, what if they need to make a contingency plan for them? I mean, they shoot webs for gods sake! And lift way heavier than they should. Their healing also seems abnormally fast... So just imagine with me. Spidey, stabbed or shot. Just a really gnarly wound. Their healing isn't working as fast as it should and they've already lost a lot of blood. Their senses are higher than ever and they're too far from home or any safe house. Fucking shit situation. And guess what? The big old' Bat had to be in the same alleyway. The playful façade is slowly slipping as well as there consciousness, in a spur of emotions they take the knife out. A loud scream (and maybe sob) escaping their lips. Bruce is just like 'WTF?? Are they really just an idiot?' But it was the object stopping the healing, of course! They had just been to overwhelmed to think properly. And...now they've fainted. Great. Just great.

Even after their wound had managed to heal, mostly at least, you still wouldn't wake up. He carried them into the Batmobile, his hand itched to take of that mask. Literally twitching, he needs to know. But he doesn't. He doesn't take it off, and that is something. The mask stays on, it's not like he could prove it to them when they wake up but 🤷‍♀️

It's trust

After they wake up, confused, they still check if your mask stayed on. Being concerned about your identity after losing that much blood spoke volumes. And now you both just sat there, this man had told them that they were a nuisance almost every chance he got and now he was taking you to the Batcave-wait the Batcave??

found this in my drafts

[awhoreintheory]

Just picture it. The batfam returning to the cave after patrol to find Tim practically vibrating in the batchair in front of the batcomputer, five cans of zesty crushed at his feet. A looping snippet of cowl footage playing on the main monitor. The quad somersault, as performed by spider-man (current unknown, meta, they are trying so hard to track him tf down but he's slippery as all hell). He has acquired a new hyperfixation.

Why can't I drawwwww?? Do you see what I see???

I'll stop spamming you bc I have to actually do all the stuff I've been procrastinating all day, but yes. You and me, me and you. Same brainrot. I love you. Please feed us your fanfics.

Anon I'm in love with you.

Our brains are touching rn. I see the vision and it's gorgeous. It's everything I've ever needed in life.

Tim and Bruce obsessing the most, followed closely by Dick. Because hello? Unknown meta, going around in bat territory, trying to be a vigilante? (Well, they're kind of succeeding, but don't say that in front of Bruce or he'll tweak.) He's clearly trained, and his suit is high tech, but all of that is secondary to the fact he's out here doing Dick's signature move. The only reason batman doesn't immediately hunt him down is because

1. He failed the first time because Spider-man was obviously trained in evasion (wrong, it's his spidey sense)

2. It's very clearly a teen under the mask, and Bruce has already mentally resigned to the fact that he's likely coming out of this game of bat and spider with a new kid (also wrong, he's coming out as a grandparent)

Its one big, jumbled chaotic mess and Peter thinks it's the funniest thing in the world (minus the stalking)

Also no way you're bothering! I adored the asks <3 have fun completing your side quests!

[deniable-masterpiece]

words can never describe how much I need Pervengers or something, heroes who save the day but without restraint in their horniness. like Spider-Man who wears only the mask and maybe just his spidey symbol on his chest like a harness, letting his cock and ass and feet out for everyone to see and use. Tony building a suit around everything but his crotch (impractical, i know, but maybe he has a covering for it in case of emergencies). Steve doing the same and having a revealing suit that gives anyone access to his hole or dick, letting it flop around while he saves people. Same for Bucky. Bruce not even bothering to stay dressed when he hulks out. just all of them need to be absolute public sex fiends and freaks

[xan-izme]

Dubble Life (ACTSV x Reader x Batfam) 3

A/n: I forgot to mention that the universe reader is in is earth-42. So, the Prowler is Miles, but he switches with Aaron here and there. and reader has the same last name as Miles.

Part 2, Part 4

Summary: Life with the Waynes so far was pretty good. Damian is still being a brat, so reader decides to be a good big sister. Someone from the past shows their face. In the need of readers help, for Spider-woman.

"I win!" Tim couldn't help but smirk in triumph. You stare at the 'Game over' on your screen. "Nah, nah. You gotta be cheating! Bro what is this!" This was the third time you have lost street fight with Tim.

"You two are acting like children." Damian spoke, watching two play video games for almost 2 hours. You rolled your eyes and gave Damian a look. "Cuz we are. You're like what, 9?" Tim chuckled as he packed his things.

"I am 12!" Damian argued. "Boy, like that makes any difference." Damian began to argue with you, you just stared down at him an announced you were getting a drink from the kitchen. You poured yourself a drink. Suddenly, your Spidey senses were warning you. You quickly turn around, just to see Damian. You scoffed.

It was funny how your Spidey senses always acted up when it came to Damian. You wondered if he wanted to hurt you so you couldn't take the Wayne throne. You turned back and continued to take a gulp from your cup. you paused for a moment before glancing to Damian you was eating a snack that Alfred made.

You thought that maybe the reason that you two haven't fully gotten along was due to both of you not even trying. So why not be the bigger person and try to be nice.

You slide yourself to the table Damian was at and set yourself in front of him. The boy frowns as he sees the smirk you had.

"What do you want, you bug."

You couldn't help but chuckle at that. If only he really knew.

"Look, demon. I think we haven't really gotten the chance to bond as siblings." You leaned in with a smile. Damian looked at you with distaste. "Did father put you up to this? What are you planning Davies?"

"No, I ain't planning nothing. What's wrong with wanning to hang out with you?" You arched your brow and leaned back into your chair. Damian sighed "I don't have time for you. I have work to do. So, if you'll excuse me." Damian stood from his chair and walked away.

"Alright, if you change your mind my door is open!" Literally, you leave your door open sometimes. You just forget to close it. A habit to try and get rid of.

After a few days. Damian did come to your room.

"Oh, look who's here. Is there something my little demon needs? hugs, kisses? whatever sisterly love can provide?" You smirked as you watched him give you a look of disgust.

"I don't want your useless affection. Father wants us to go with him to a meeting. Please wear something that doesn't look like a Hippe made it." With that, Damian walked out. He paused and took a glance of a picture you had hung on the wall; it was of a woman. Your mother no doubt.

You sighed and got yourself ready. Wondering why the hell Bruce wanted you to come along.

"Hey Alfred. Do you know why Bruce needs me at the meeting today?" you asked. Alfred handed you a drink you requested for

"It is a meeting at the Wayne enterprise. You will mistily be there to observe the working environment and understand what the Wayne family is about." Alfred escorted you down and helped you fix your dress up, so it was perfect.

Bruce couldn't help but smile as he watched you come down those stairs in one of the dresses Dick picked for you.

Once you reached the bottom, Bruce took your hand into his "You look beautiful."

Your smiled. Your smile faltered.

Remembering the time, your mother had a date with some man you didn't approve of.

It was cold out. Your mother was going to be with a man named Jim Bolton. You were happy she was happy. But you didn't trust this Jim guy. You asked, practically begged your uncle Jeff to do a background run on the man.

Jim was married at the age of 22, awfully young. He got divorced and has two daughters 3-4 years younger than you. he also had 3 DUI's. Your mother has told you he doesn't drink anymore. But you still didn't like him.

You watched your mother walk down the stairs, with a red dress on, her hair fixed up. Shinny jewels on. She looked amazing. You already saw her as a goddess, this just added onto the beauty you already saw in her. You couldn't help but look at her fondly.

"Okay, remember to lock all the doors. Your uncle Aarons going to be here in an hour to watch you and- . . . what?" Your mother noticed that small smile on your face. You were being silent. Just staring at her.

You chuckled and held her hands to yours "Nothing. . . you just look beautiful."

You missed her. You've been trying to not think too much of her. Not think of the time you two spent. Not think of her hugs. Her smile, her voice.

You have night terrors of what happened that day. At times you stay awake, too scared to close your eyes. Afraid to see every wrong thing you've done as a daughter. You make it worse for yourself by calling her number, only to hear no answer.

The Wayne building was big. Many people in uniforms rushing too somewhere. Rushing to get work done, rushing to get home.

You walked beside Damian. He has been quite this whole time. You wonder what was making your dear little weirdo so silent.

You sat in one meeting with Bruce and Damian. It was rather boring. But you did think Bruce was cool with the way he took over. Bruce had two other meetings that suddenly came up. He was going to take the two of you downtown to look around, get something to eat. Go to the movies even.

"It's alright. Me and De- Damian can go and hang around with Alfred. Can get a little Sibling bonding out of it." You held yourself back from calling the boy, demon. Almost let it slip for a second there.

Bruce liked the sound of that. When he agreed, you gave him a hug and a kiss on the cheek. Bruce isn't the best with affection, but you have been doing these little gestures, hugging, the kisses on the cheek. You would even do the occasional 'I love you's Bruce is starting to think that you might just be getting closer to him. So, he buys you more things.

Sometimes you decline so he just gives you money.

Damian rolled his eyes as you dragged him to the car. Alfred Started the car and you two were now going to be closer than ever. Well, you hope.

"So, little brother, you have anyone that has cached your interest?"

Damian frowns "That is none of your business."

"I see, you must really her then. Or him, I don't discriminate on who you love." You felt a smirk creep up when you catch a glimpse of the look on the young boy's face. It just felt so fun toying with him like this.

"I don't have time for something like dating. Stop talking, you're giving me a migraine." Damian did visibly look tired of you, which made it even more enjoyable for you.

The first few weeks that you came to the manor. This boy has been activating the need for violence. You can't just cuss him out and flip him off like you did with Miguel.

You can tell Damian ain't stupid. He's sharp and very aware of his surroundings. One slip up and your done for. So, you decide to do what you did best.

Be annoying.

Damian ignores you more when you act like that. On top of that, you loved the reactions you got out of him.

You and Damian went to a music shop where they had those old timey records that you liked.

"Why do you need these things. You know you can listen to music like this on your phone, right?" Damian watched as you picked up a record and held it like it was precious. The most fragile thing in the world.

". . .The neighborhood I used to live in. Was loud. I could hear screaming, gun shots. And other things I wasn't supposed to hear." You gently put the record down and continued to walk down the aisle. Damian and Alfred followed behind.

"One night, there was a gang fight right outside. I got so scared. I ran into her room crying. She played a song. . ." You found a song you haven't seen in a while and grabbed it.

"She held me. . . and said, 'son solo sondios, mi amor.' and told me to listen to the music. Let that be the only thing you hear." You let yourself laugh, remembering at how much you cried.

"So, that's what I do. Instead of listening to sounds that give me fear. I listen to these."

Damian watched you happily go through the records.

Damian scoffed to himself. It was the first time he saw a real smile from you. Of course, you smile a lot. But everything was fake. You were putting on a facade. He didn't like fake people.

Lying all the time. People who lie, can't be trusted. And you lie a lot. he knows. You just haven't been caught yet.

But that, what you just did. You were actually being real. You don't seem too bad. For a bug.

"What's this?" Damian spoke up when he picked up a record that had big words on it with a blue background.

"Oh, Boney M. I love these guys." You know Uncle Aaron had full blown collocations of the band.

You looked down to see the look of confusion on Damians face. "Oh, my Go- Come on man. You really don't know these guys?"

"No, should I? . . . My mother wasn't like yours." Damian mumbled. He sets down the record. You stared at him, then glanced to Alfred. You don't know much about Damian's mother. Just that she left him with Bruce.

Due to the boy's uptight attitude, you assume his mother was strict. And based on Alfreds expression, she probably wasn't the best.

You put your hand on his shoulder. "Let's go watch a movie. Yeah?"

The movie was a comedy, it was funny to you. Even more funny that Damian couldn't understand the jokes in the movie. Just watching you laugh so much just because he wasn't understanding the jokes, Damian couldn't help but laugh himself.

"I liked the ending." Damian spoke as you two exited out the theater. "What? for real? . . . why? The ending was kind of butt." You say, Wanting to know why Damian actually liked the ending.

"Well, the main character, Lisa. She found out she was being played by that Moses guy. Even if he caught feelings for her at one point, he didn't have those feelings when he went with that dare. When he kissed her at the prom as some stupid form of an apology, she just slapped him. She knew her worth."

You just stared in utter disbelief. You couldn't help but giggle, then burst out laughing.

"What? Why are you always laughing!'' Damian was scolding you as you continued to laugh and try to explain why you were laughing.

Suddenly you felt your Spidey senses go crazy. Thats when an explosion was heard.

"Oh shi-"

people started running in panic. "It's joker. . ." You heard Damian mumble. You quickly grab Damians hand and try to get to the car where Alfred was parked. Damian let you drag him. So many people were crowding up in a panic.

Damian looked up at you, then to the multiple explosions Joker was dropping. Hearing his damn laugh echo. He was putting his Job as Robin first. And let your hand go. You felt him let go. You quickly turn around. Panic sets in you. You called out his name as you tried to shove people away so you could get through.

"DAMIAN!" You tried to help a few people who got hurt by the falling rubble around them. But all you could think of was Damian. You kept calling the boy's phone. But it would go straight to voicemail. You cussed multiple times.

You went back into the theaters, calling out for Damian, asking anyone if they had seen a little boy come back in.

You didn't know he had left to fulfill his role as Robin.

You were currently in an alleyway. Trying to get to Damian on the phone, no answer. You try to contact Bruce, you lost service. You got frustrated and decided to just run around like an idiot to try and look for the boy.

But you accidentally ran into someone and knock them down.

"Oh no. I'm so sorry Ma'am. Are you alright?" You were quick to help the girl up.

"Thanks. . . you look good, Y/n."

You paused. Who was this? how did she know your name. Your look of confusion started to fade as you recognized the voice. You began to step back.

The girl fully showed her face. Starring you right in the eyes.

"Gwen?"

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[fryingpan1234567]

so what if the Bats were Spiders instead?

in a different universe, Bruce Wayne grew up with arachnophobia instead of chiroptophobia. he found secret experiments in a lab beneath their family estate, and it didn’t take him long to pick up the family business.

neurotoxin experiments. spiders.

in a different universe, Bruce Wayne became Spider-Man.

in a different universe, Dick Grayson didn’t need to be bitten by a spider to pick up the Spider-Man mantle. he grew up knowing how to do all the acrobatics and combat anyways— all B had to do was give him web shooters and a suit. but there couldn’t be two Spider-Man’s. so he became Nightwing. but with a blue spider on his chest instead of a bird!

Nightwing’s webs come from his escrima sticks. they’re packing some serious voltage, so sometimes in a pinch he’ll use them instead of his police-issued taser. his favorite part about the whole spider thing is that he can fully just… throw himself off of buildings. and not die. he’s an adrenaline junkie, what can he say?

in a different universe, Jason Todd did everything the same. tried to steal the wheels off the vehicle of the most famous vigilante in Gotham. B picked him up and let him choose the spider and gave him the power to do good.

Robin “giving him magic” didn’t stop the Green Goblin from caving in his skull. although spiders you thought you’d killed do have a way of disappearing.

and returning. in a different universe, the Red Hood took the black widow as his mascot and nobody could do anything in Gotham City without him knowing about it. he single-handedly put down all the arms dealers in the city.

in a different universe, Tim Drake made his own spider. he’d been a fan of Thomas and Bruce Wayne’s work for his whole life, or at least since he learned how to read— and he figured he could get Spider-Man’s attention if he was able to replicate the project as young as he did.

oh, he got Spidey’s attention all right. befriending and adopting an alien symbiote will do that. player 4 has joined the game.

in a different universe, Venom is co-piloted by Tim, who really does like aliens. B thinks it’s a tiny bit weird, but while Tim is tiny his alien companion is very much not. it’s extra armor.

Tim works at the Daily Bugle. nobody knows how exactly he gets the quality kind of photos he does of Gotham’s Spider-family situation, but who’s complaining? he’s just really good at his job.

in a different universe, Cassandra Cain was bitten by a spider before she even met Bruce Wayne. her mother had trained her for combat for her whole life. she couldn’t prepare her for superpowers.

B was happy to help. in a different universe, rather than Cass becoming Blackbat, she took on the alias Black Widow. watch your back for her, though. she’s got the same deadly instinct in every universe.

in a different universe, Stephanie Brown became the first Spider-Woman. of course, she wasn’t the only one, but there’s something about being the original, isn’t there?

she knows she’s funny. she thinks it’s part of the job; it feels right. she’s the closest to the average canon Spider-Man. she could’ve been recruited to the Society at any point in time. and there’s something about that too.

in a different universe, Damian Wayne was born with superpowers. he’d inherited Bruce’s from birth. Talia was quick to hand him off once she realized her baby could crawl on walls and ceilings. the Spider Cave was getting a bit crowded, but what’s one more dangerous, unpredictable, biologically enhanced child? bring it on.

aside from Hood, Tarantula is the only Spider willing to kill a man on the field. yeah, as in. bird-eating tarantula. Robin. get it?

of course, in a different universe, he still had his katana. wouldn’t be Damian Wayne without it. his favorite thing is to swing down from a skyscraper with his webs and run through bad guys like kebabs. B says it’s immoral, but who can be mad about stabbing Doc Ock’s goons?

in another universe, Duke Thomas is the most famous member of the family. he’s the other closest to canon Spider-Man. he takes the day jobs, he talks to the press, he’s the least-hated at the Daily Bugle.

his webs glow. that makes night ops harder. so he sticks to the sunlight. people started calling him the Spider-Signal. which doesn’t make a lot of sense? but Duke is the kinda guy to just kinda shrug it off, because he’s not gonna take on the entire city’s press on his own.

Miguel O’Hara stayed the bleeding hell away from this universe. this group of bats spiders were too unpredictable to have in the Spider Society at all. there were no missions there, but constant surveillance. (until. you know. Miles Morales rocked up with a proposition to take down a tyrannical system with horrible judgement and a corrupted leader. and then Miguel couldn’t ignore the Wayne family anymore.)

how I love the multiverse. endless possibilities, amirite?

(please ask me to write more for this au. drabbles. more characters. PLEASE)

[omgfangirlland]

LISTEN! A robin or batsis reader in the marvel Universe?!? Who do you think she's meet first? I imagine the scenario where the reader was actually on a mission and because of a mission gone wrong.. She gets sent to the marvel Universe. What if she meets venom and Eddie first? What if she ended up meeting Loki first? 🤯

-🔱

Spider-Man and Batman met in canon and fought Carnage and the Joker :) (I'm also mixing MCU Eddie with MComics Eddie)

I should start watching the Iron-Man related movies, I really want to do a Tony Stark!Batsis!Reader. Does anyone have like a list of chronological Tony related movies, or is it better to just start rewatching everything?... Kinda want to watch everything. Hmmm...

So we have option 1:

Reader, being thrown out of a portal and almost crashing into a wall: ... Hello Spidey.

Peter, who has been arguing with Venom(and Eddie) in an alley: Oh- hey, Robin... Are you ok?

You: Yeah, yeah- The family angered Dr. Fate- and I also left the nest so- no longer Robin, but not Batgirl either, searching my own identity and all of that. And you are...?

Peter: Father of Carnage.

Venom: That's no way of introducing us! We.Are.Venom!

OR option 2:

Starting about the same, but this time, you do crash into a table, ruining the meeting the Avengers were trying to have, so normally, they think you're an intruder, but you recognize Tony Stark-

You: Yeah! Spider-Man told me a lot about you- (cue cocky Tony activating)

Either way, Peter is getting involved, and a meeting with Eddie and Venom is in the cards- it's just a matter of time cuz Carnage was quite the problem for Spider-Man.

I imagine this version of Reader as very trouble inclined, a magnet, unlucky- whatever you want to call it- so it ends with her arguing with the fam a lot, not in a "the family is neglectful" way, they're just worried and don't have the emotional range to portray that without an argument and reader just gets sick of it one day and is like " 'ight, bye!" which only starts more arguments.

So you pull a Brucie and go out to see the world and learn new cultures/fighting styles/mindsets until the batfam sends out a call for help, which ends with you for sure in another universe, and maybe the others too- it's just the universes they are sent to are DC related.

Thought I would like for Bruce to be thrown in the universe you were as well, just for shits and giggles-

ANYWAY- Meeting either Eddie or Loki will result in chaos- A man with a track record of bad luck and a trickster god? Mixed in with "No Luck" Wayne? Buildings are burning and ancient dead gods are rising- kidding- unless...? 👀

The imagine of being stuck in the middle between those three as they argue- Loki calling Venom a nasty parasite, Venom threatening to eat his head, and Eddie just being like "...You are a parasite." will create tension and unimaginable headaches, though it reminds you of Damian arguing with Jason or Tim.

Whether you fixed whatever problem- well you tried and honestly- The Avengers took too damn long, if they didn't want the god threatening to erase earth dead, they should have been faster.

Reader: ... Did we actually kill a god or just his earthly vessel?

Loki: Earthly vessel. He'll be back, but he won't be our problem by then.

Venom, forming out of a very tired and slightly traumatized Eddie: His intestines tasted like pure salt. He wasn't good even for a snack!

Eddie, who just found out what being swallowed whole felt like: I need a shower...

Coming back to Batsy for a bit- He notices all the chaos, sighs deeply, and starts following it, knowing he'll find you that way. He's not happy about the trickster god or the slightly cannibalistic man you've decided to hang around while Peter was busy- but you are alive and surprisingly without broken bones, so he can't ask for much more.

You find Tony funny? Batman hates him. You like Natasha? Bruce is more than suspicious of her. Thor? He can't even look at him without frowning. He's okay with Banner and Clint, but he does think Captain America is still a character for propaganda.

I do think Tony would be extra flirty and touchy with you after Bruce shows up, just to press his buttons, but honestly, Bruce was pissed at the man once he found out he wasn't hiding his identity.

Other thoughts:

If it's Robin/Young Reader, I think Natasha would subtly get attached and would have a bit of a hard time letting you go.

Venom definitely tried to nibble on you(stopped only because you ended up biting him instead) and maybe even ate a bit of your hair.

Loki 100% smelled the pure chaos magnet you are and decided to stick around for the show.

If Bucky is present, he may crack a smile at a really stupid military joke you dusted off from the back of your head. "What do you call a shipment full of military-issued T. Rexes? Small arms." definitely gets an inhale of breath and a smile, followed by a soul-crushing sigh.

Tony may create an interdimensional device- something similar to a phone- just because he thinks Peter will like to talk to you whenever. (If it works he may make one for everyone just out of boredom)

Bruce is stressed and only sleeps because he fell asleep while watching TV with you.

It'd be extra funny if the way y'all went back home was by Dr. Fate opening a portal under you both while mid-step.

While Venom is enjoying his new friend- Eddie is tired- man just wants to sleep, but Venom just wants to yapp about you.

Peter enjoys the compliments from Batman more than Tony's- he thinks it's harder to get them from the Bat, but Bruce is actually really easy to get a compliment out of, he just prefers nods of affirmation and shoulder pats.

[cosmosluckycharms]

Bug Like Angel

The adults are talking

Damian couldn't understand why Bruce and Dick were so obsessed all of a sudden.

They were obsessed.

with you.

If it wasn't for your little tantrum making you storm out of the house, no one would've noticed you leaving.

And he knew Jason and Tim thought the same.

The day you were forced here Dick had insisted that they'd talk to you.

The first day you came, Dick interrupted him taking care of Batcow to tell him to invite you to hang out.

During movie night, it was obvious your mind was somewhere else.

He just didn't understand why they had to interact with you, you were okay with just living with Miguel, why were you forced to be with them?

He decided to investigate further.

He made his way to the kitchen, passing by the hallway.

He noticed the newly placed pictures of you.

They were very clearly from your and your friend's social media, he recognized them from when he stalked stumbled upon you and your friend's socials.

In one photo in which Miguel was next to you, he was edited out, leaving an awkward space next to you.

As he got closer to the kitchen, he could hear you and Dick arguing.

He looked over the corner of the doorway in order to not get caught by either of you.

Your spidey senses went slightly off at that, but you ignored it, assuming it was coming from Dick.

Dick held the guitar, which was coated in stickers "Who's is this?"

You glared at him and put your hands on your hips "It's my friend's."

Dick raised an eyebrow at that "why did he even come here yesterday?"

"nunya." you tried reaching for the guitar, only for him to put it in the air, making it impossible for you to grab it

"c'mon birdie, I know you can do better than that!" Dick teased, swaying the guitar back and forth

"Don't call me that." you jumped to try and reach it and accidentally hit the counter, which made a stack of books hit the vase, domino-style.

Which in turn made a vase start to fall.

Stupid spidey-luck.

Before Damian could process it, the vase hit him on the head and shattered.

"watch it!" Damian exclaimed.

You and dick turned your heads to look at him.

You watched as Dick opened his mouth to speak, and quickly took your chance.

You kicked the back of his knees, which made him fall, and grabbed the guitar swiftly.

"bitch." you walked away, holding the guitar triumphantly

Dick sat down in shock for a moment before checking up on Damian.

"Are you alright?" Dick helped Damian up from the floor.

Damian dusted himself off "I'm fine."

Dick kept talking to him, but his voice faded out as Damian got an idea.

if he couldn't tell why Dick and Bruce were obsessed with you, he'll go straight to the source.

Damian burst into your room.

You were blasting music while journaling.

It was then he took a look at your clothes.

You were wearing an outfit he distinctly remembers you not owning.

You were wearing a red sweater, one that showed up in one of your friend's social media posts.

After a minute or two of awkward silence, you finally spoke up. "do you need anything?"

"you hurt me. Apologize." he crossed his arms in a sort of way that reminded you of Bruce

"alright. I'm sorry. Happy?" you stared at him blankly

"I'll forgive you if we socialize together." he had a poker face on, but you could tell he was slightly nervous.

You closed your journal "All alright, I'll hang out with you."

Damian looked confused like he didn't expect you to agree so fast

"I'm bored anyways, might as well. Where do you wanna go?" you got up from your bed and leaned against the wall, staring at Damian.

"Well, if you insist on this, we could go out to shop," Damian smirked

You stretched and started making your way towards your closet "All alright, just give me like 30 minutes to get ready.

"He made his way out your door.

You took a good 10 minutes choosing an outfit before deciding on one you wore once when you went to Peni's birthday, along with a friendship bracelet she made you.

You got started on your hair and makeup, not caring about the time you were taking.

You knew Damian was very punctual about time, but you didn't care.

As you were mid-way through, the door banged open and Damian barged in.

"hurry up." he glared at you

"hold on, I'm almost done." you lied

He grew impatient and started looking around your room. You couldn't fully blame him; it's a household full of detectives, obviously, they were all nosey.

He looked at one of your walls, which had a lot of pictures of you and your friends.

In one of them, you were carrying a sleeping girl. She looked around his age and was wearing a sweater of yours. Her black short hair was braided, like how yours was in the picture.

In another frame, you and all your friends were at a birthday party. He assumed it was yours, the way you had a party hat on and everyone was around you.

In some pictures you weren't even in them.

There was a couple where they were centered around a blonde-haired girl and a boy with the biggest doe eyes.

In one picture, you were all playing in a band someplace where Bruce would never let you step foot in.

"Those are my friends," you spoke, still doing your hair "I feel like you'd get along with them."

"TT as if." he scoffed, moving onto a jewelry box on the side of your vanity.

He opened it and saw a lot of themed jewelry, mostly based on spider people.

Some weren't themed, like a pair of earrings he was now holding in his hands.

You spoke up, still sitting at the vanity "Oh Can you pass me those? I feel like it's gonna complete my outfit."

He walked up to you and handed you the earrings and watched as you put them on.

Something in the corner of his eye caught his attention.

A bunch of crochet plushes on your bed.

They were themed, yet again.

You saw him staring at them"They were based on some people I know. If you want I can ask Gwen to make you one?"

Damian looked at you, slightly confused "Why would I need a plush? That is highly immature. especially since-"

You cut him off. "if this is about them being spider people I could ask her to make a robin plush."

Damian nodded at you, in a way that was so serious it made you chuckle.

Damian was growing impatient. You were taking a long time to get ready.

He walked up to you "Are you done?" he was cartoonishly thumping the floor with his foot like a certain cartoon rabbit.

"Almost, I swear!" you grabbed the perfume on your vanity and sprayed yourself.

Damian was standing next to where you were sitting, and you took that as a sign to put some of your perfume on him.

As soon as you did, he started having a coughing fit.

"what was that?!" he kept coughing and trying to wave the smell away.

You tilted your head in confusion "I thought you wanted some?"

"why would I want some of your perfume?!" his coughing fit slowed down, he was obviously dramatizing it

"oh c'mon, it wasn't that serious!" you got up and grabbed your keys.

You started making your way out your door before remembering you didn't have your purse, which had your phone and wallet.

"Dami," you said in a sing-songy voice "could you grab my purse? It's on my nightstand."

He made sure you didn't see his smile at the nickname as he made his way to your nightstand and took note of the picture frame next to your bed.

It was of all your friends + you huddled up together. You all had a birthday hat on and you had a sash that said "birthday girl".

He knew it was probably from the same birthday he saw in another picture frame earlier.

He grabbed your bag and handed it to you, relieved he was finally gonna make his way to the mall with you.

You guys made your way to the parking garage with all the cars anyone could ask for.

You picked a car, one of which you bought yourself and picked out with Miguel.

It was your favorite color.

"All alright Damian, I'll grab the car seat for you." you joked and tried to look as serious as possible

"wait what?" he watched as you went into the trunk and grabbed a princess car seat fit for a toddler.

You bought it a while ago for car rides with Mayday.

"Alright, get on." you pat the car seat, indicating for Damian to get on.

Damian pouted "I'm much too old for that"

"Are you sure? The car seat says it works until the kid is 8, you're 7 so it's fine." you tried to hide your smirk

Damian glared at you, obviously annoyed. "I am not 7! I'm 14!"

"right....." it was getting harder for you to not laugh

"I'm serious!" his voice cracked midway through the sentence, making you burst out laughing.

His face turned a little red "It's not funny!"

"You're right, I'm sorry." you were trying to calm yourself down, only to laugh out loud really loud again.

Damian tried to suppress his laughter as well, only to let out a chuckle.

"get in loser, we're going shopping." you sat down in the driver's seat and he sat down in the passenger seat.

It was silent for a moment...until you looked at Damian and started laughing for no reason.

Damian looked around confused "What's so funny?"

You tried to calm yourself down and failed "I don't know!"

You only stopped when Alfred heard what sounded to him like a hyena laughing, and went to check out the garage.

As soon as he heard the laughter coming from the car, he made his way to your windows.

As soon as you noticed him, you stopped laughing.

"master damian and mistress Y/N, where are you going?"

You glared at him, annoyed. "out to do errands."

"May I tag along? I too have errands to run. I have to-" You cut him off by pulling up the window and turning on your music.

You could see Alfred trying to talk to you, but you just put on your sunglasses and drove out.

Damian was shocked, he couldn't believe you would do that.

You blasted your music and sang and danced along, to him it felt like a scene straight out of a girly 2000s movie.

He noticed how your keys had an Araña-themed keychain.

The fuzzy dice on the driver's mirror.

The bedazzled steering wheel.

There was some trash on the floor of the passenger seat.

He could see that in the backseats there was a coloring book and random stray crayons.

The car door next to him had a bunch of stickers everywhere.

In the back seat, there was half a broken drumstick.

There was a broken guitar string somehow tied up in a bow and left on the other seat.

There were random traces of paint everywhere.

"why is it so dirty in here?" he looked at you, slightly concerned about how you were driving so well despite putting on lipgloss at the same time.

"I wouldn't call it dirty, it's just chaos. Controlled chaos." you put away your lipgloss and kept driving "Put in a new CD, I'm bored of this album."

He reached into the glove compartment and immediately noticed a ton of snacks falling out of the compartment.

"oh yeah, just ignore that. I keep those just in case," you said

"In case of what?" Damian asked, still somewhat shocked at the amount of snacks and drinks that somehow fit in there

"in case anyone wants some. If you want you can have some. There are some vegan options in there, I think." you pulled out a mascara tube and started doing your lashes.

Damian then pulled out a bag of veggie chips and started eating them.

"well? are you going to get the CD or not?" you questioned, nudging him playfully.

"I can't see them." he pointed out

You waved your hand at him "You have to dig in deep, you'll find it somewhere."

He hesitated before digging and trying to look for it.

Inside he found:

A portable DVD player, a bunch of DVDs, at least 16 business cards from random small businesses, 7 types of nail polish, 2 iPods, an iPad, 4 random band shirts, a deflated soccer ball, an empty wallet, 6 different chargers (4 of which were broken beyond repair), 5 lipglosses, 2 friendship bracelets, and finally some CDs.

"how does all of this fit in this tiny compartment?" he looked at you, concerned yet again.

"hammerspace." you said, casually

Damian looked at you blankly "What?"

"don't even worry about it." you went back to driving.

He pulled out a random one and handed it to you.

"oh, awesome! I love this album!" you placed it in the CD player.

"Why do you even use CDs? I'm sure Father could get you a new car with a working music player." Damian said, putting everything back in the glove compartment.

"I like it better like this. This car has memories and I've owned some of those cd's since I was in elementary. I just think they're neat!" you took a sip of a random drink you found in your car.

Damian raised an eyebrow at that. He didn't remember you bringing that into the car.

"I found this random water bottle here. It's either me or Margos, and it's probably 4 weeks old," you said, as if you read his mind.

you took another sip. "on second thought, this is probably Gwens."

Everything was a mess.

Yet he felt so at home.

When you guys finally got to the mall, you got to work on your errands.

You grabbed your crumpled-up paper shopping list "Alright, first we need to go to a craft store."

"Why do we need to go to a craft store?" he asked, still eating the veggie chips from earlier

"Because," you grabbed a shopping cart "I need to grab a couple of things."

As you guys made it to the crafts store, you got an idea.

"Damian," you pointed to the cart "get in the cart."

"What?" he raised an eyebrow

"get in." you smiled

"Are you serious? I can't do that!" he argued

You put your hands on your hips "I don't care. Get in the cart."

"I will not! This is foolish behavior!" he stomped

You ignored him and picked him up like a cat and placed him in the cart.

You ignored his protests and kept shopping.

After a minute or two he calmed down.

You went to the art aisle and didn't know what supplies to get Miles.

"it was a good thing I brought you, I know basically nothing about what types of markers there are." You handed Damian two options.

"well don't know, I don't use those types of materials." he handed them back

"shit. Well, I'll just get all of them." you put one of each type of marker and strolled away, cart in hand.

You made your way to the sticker aisle and immediately put a ton of stickers in the cart as well.

"Why do you need so many?" Damian asked, picking up one of the sticker packs which was Vocaloid-themed.

"Because you can never have too many stickers!" you put more in the cart and strolled away again.

By the time you got to the checkout aisle, all the things you bought made you look like one of the people from the math problems.

The cashier looked at you a bit crazy but stopped when he saw you pull out a black card.

As soon as you both made your way out the door, you dragged Damian towards a music store.

You picked out some more CDs for you and some albums for your friends.

a Babymetal album for Peni, a Frank Ocean one for Miles, the Ramones one for Hobie, Daisy and the Scouts for Gwen, and a Sza album for Margo.

You dragged Damian to other stores, most of which he hated.

To cheer him up, you decided to take him to a store you knew most 14-year-old boys liked.

A comic book store.

"Damian look at these!" you handed him an invincible comic

"TT. they're just books." he put it back in its place.

You scoffed and kept looking at the comics

"Oh my gosh! They have a limited edition Gwenpool comic! I've been looking for this everywhere!" you held it up in the air dramatically

You could tell he was pretending to be unamused. He kept looking around.You placed your Gwenpool comic in the cart

"Is this an X-Men comic? I've seen Miles read them, he says they're good."

You saw Damian perk up immediately and grab it out of your hands.

Usually, you'd be upset at his bad manners, but he looked at the comic with such childlike wonder he looked 7 years old again.

Sure, back when both of you were younger he'd threaten you and go out of his way to ignore you, but who didn't?You felt a weird sort of nostalgia.

You shook that thought away and kept looking at the comics.

By the time you guys left the bookstore, you guys had a lifetime supply of manga and comics.

"Okay, we should head back to the manor."

"it's still early? It's not even lunchtime?"

"you need your naptime, you keep yawning"

"I am not," he said, suppressing a yawn

You held his hand while making your way to the car, a force of habit from holding Peni's.

He stared at your hands" Why are you holding my hand?"

You chuckled, letting go "Sorry, force of habit."

He ignored how he missed that small sign of affection.

You both put your things in the trunk. You guys ran out of space and had to put some things in the backseat.

You guys sat down and you played your music.

After a couple of moments, Damian fell asleep.

When you guys finally got to the manor, Damian was half asleep, pretending to be fully asleep.

You smiled and started grabbing all the bags.

You picked him up and carried him out of the passenger seat princess-style and made your way to his room, ignoring Alfred trying to ask about your day.

You ran into Alfred the cat, remembering how you completely forgot he existed.

The last time you saw him, you were around 14 and Damian taught him to avoid you.

Despite how many times you'd try to pet the cat, it'd run away.

You continued to place Damian in his bed and tuck him in.

You kissed him on the forehead, accidentally leaving a lipgloss stain.

You started placing down the bags full of the things he bought, not realizing you accidentally left one of your bags in his room.

You walked out of his room, not noticing his small smile.

Now he understood why dick and Bruce liked you.

You were in your room putting your things away.

You were also putting the things you bought for your friends into gift bags.

It took a while for you to notice you were missing your Gwenpool comics and the manga you bought for Peni.

By the time you noticed, Damian barged into your room yet again.

"you forgot something." he handed you the bag, it had the things you were looking for.

"oh thank you!" you skimmed through the comic, taking in the new book smell.

He hopped onto your bed and looked at one of the plushes on your bed.

It was different from the other ones, which were all different variations of spider people, this one was a red robot.

It sort of reminded him of the robots from Evangelion.

He rolled around in your bed for a bit before sitting up.

He was bored.

You spoke up, finishing up folding your laundry "We should do something."

"Like what?"

"I don't know. Oh my gosh! We should go picnicking!"

"what."

"we can cook and bake! I'm kinda hungry anyways."

"..fine."

You guys made your way to the kitchen, you grabbed your cookbook.

It was badly covered in glitter and decorated like a burn book.

As soon as you placed it down on the counter, Damian looked at you confused.

"what is it?" you asked, opening the book.

"why is it covered in glitter?"

"can a girl not be filled with joy and whimsy?"

"fair enough."

"I have an idea! We both make dishes and share them at the park."

"okay?"

Damian then started making his meal, and you made one of your own.

After an hour or two, you both had everything prepared.

You made a few drinks and meals for you and Damian. You also packed some chips just incase he didn't want the food you made.

You both got in your car and left for the park

You lay on the blanket, admiring the bright blue sky.

You pointed to a random cloud "that cloud kind of looks like a butt."

"You're childish." he laid down next to you.

"what do you think it looks like then?" you asked

"...I think it looks like a cat." he pointed out

You laughed "There's no way you see that."

A moment of silence passed through and Damian thought back to the moment with you and Alfred.

Lately, you have been acting strangely rude to him.

"Why don't you like Pennyworth?"

"what do you mean?" you asked, sitting up

"what has he done for you to treat him like that?" he sat up as well

You wanted to tell him.

You wanted to tell him about all those nights you spent sobbing to him asking why no one loved you.

You wanted to tell him about how he'd always defend the people that hurt you.

You wanted to tell him about how you could tell that he only pitied you, and didn't care.

You wanted to tell him about how you knew since the beginning he never cared about you.

You wanted to tell him about Julia, Alfred's daughter, and how he abandoned her.

You decided to stay quiet about those things.

You guys had just now started to get along, it'd be strange of you to randomly dump all your problems onto him.

"I just have a bad feeling about him," you replied

"That's all? No support to that claim or anything?"

"I mean, I am a spider-person, most of us have great intuition."

"you do?"

"yeah!"

It went silent and you decided to change the topic. You didn't wanna keep talking about Alfred

"Well, we should start eating now, right?" you asked, pulling out some Dal you had prepared earlier.

Damian pulled out some dolma he had also made.

You took a bite out of the food you prepared "This Dal is so bomb. Look, try it!"

"no. I have no idea what you could done to that food," he said, backing away from the food as if it was going to bite him

"oh, c'mon! its not that bad. look, I'll eat some so you know it's good." you took another bite of it, basically melting at the taste.

"here comes the choo choo train. Choo choo" You brought a piece to his mouth

"stop this madness at once!" he snatched the piece out of your hand and looked at it.

He hesitated before taking a bite.

"TT. This is acceptable, I suppose."

You smiled and picked him up, "he's alive! he's alive! The food didn't kill him!" Everyone around you started staring at you.

Damian tried to shut up your yelling by putting a hand over your mouth and failed.

You let him down and started laughing.

"You're embarrassing me!" he said, trying to cover up his reddened face.

After a moment of comfortable silence, he spoke up "I'm shocked you can cook."

You gasped dramatically and flopped onto the ground, holding your heart as if you were dying "You're so mean."

Damian took another bite of his dolma "Where did you learn to cook that?"

"Pav and his auntie showed me, it took a lot of trial and error but now I basically know it like the back of my hand." you sat up and took a bite of his food.

He glared at you, but you knew it had a playful undertone.

"I think I burned down his kitchen at least twice. I love his auntie." you took a sip of your drink, which was a horchata.

He looked at your drink "What's that?"

"This is horchata, I learned it from Miguel. He taught me, it's pretty good, have a sip." you handed him your drink

He hesitated a little less than last time

".. I suppose it's fine."

"Prince Damian liking my cooking? It's a miracle!" you clapped and he hit you on the shoulder, making you fall dramatically yet again.

While you both were talking, a brunette little boy came up to you both.

He looked no older than 5, and he had tears in his big black eyes.

He came up to you "Hi, I am Elijah, and I can't find my mommy. She said not to talk to strangers but I don't know what to do!"

He started bawling his eyes out, and in an attempt to calm him down, you handed him a juice box.

"Look, we'll help you find your mom, okay?" you stood up and picked up Ellijah on your hip.

Elijah was starting to calm down.

That was until Damian glared at Elijah, making him cry even harder.

You glared back at Damian, knowing that this was gonna make it harder to find his mom.

You had to make him stop crying, stat.

So, you did the only thing you knew worked for you. The things your friends did when you cried.

"..do you want a piggyback ride?"

That shut up Ellijah really quickly.

After the piggyback ride, you put him down and decided to keep chatting with Elijah.

Damian spaced out both of you talking in order to not get too mad that your time together was being interrupted.

That was until Elijah insulted Damian.

"he's a butthead!" he pointed at Damian

"if you don’t shut it, I’m going to give you a new set of holes to breathe out of." Damian said glaring at Elijah again.

"Damian," you said sternly, bringing Elijah closer to you just in case.

After half an hour his mom finally came."oh I'm so glad I found him!" his mom said, hugging Ellijah close

"Mommy!" Elijah hugged her back, making you smile.

"oh I have to pay you back!" the woman spoke, pulling out a wad of cash from her wallet

"no thank you, ma'am, I'm fine I swear," you said, refusing

"no, I insist!" she tried handing it to you, only for you to push it away.

You backed off a little "It's completely free! he's a sweet guy!"

The woman finally gave up "Do you babysit?"

"Sometimes, yeah! Do you need my business card?" you started pulling one out of your purse

You guys fell into conversation, and Damian was growing impatient.

After another 30 minutes, you both packed up everything and went home.

The car ride was silent, unlike the other times when it was filled with laughter, chatting, and music.

Once you both got to the manor, you spoke up "What was that about?!"

Damian flinched at your sudden anger "What was what about?"

"Why did you threaten a 5-year-old?" you looked him in the eyes

He crossed his arms "he insulted me."

"he called you a buttface." You pointed out

"I stand by my point," Damian said

You put your hands on your hips "Why did you get so mad over a kid? he doesn't even know his numbers!"

"I don't see your point," Damian argued

"youre insuffuerable! I get why everyone calls you a demon." you grew angrier by the second.

"You an annoyance!" Damian stomped"why are you so stubborn, Peni?!" you yelled.

You both froze at the mention of her name.

You awkwardly made your way to your room, avoiding Damian's eyes.

You didn't notice how despite his angry face, there was a tint of sadness in his eyes.

you were in your room, processing what happened after a nice everything shower.

you were doing your skincare when you got a call from Noir.

"hey doll, do you mind taking care of peni for a bit?"

"of course! did anything happen?" you said, putting the call on speaker

"no, its just that peni's been asking to hang out with you for quite a while. plus, it'd be less worrying to go out on patrol and not be scared for her." in the backround, you could make out the sound of peni getting her things ready

"No problem, peni's an angel! what time will you be getting here?"

"is 15 minutes fine?"

"of course! is it a sleepover or just like a hangout?"

"sleepover."

"alright, ill see you both later."

you spent the next 15 minutes putting on your pjs and getting everything ready.

you prepared snacks and a movie night.

you were so ready for her to come over!

15 minutes had gone by when you heard the doorbell ring.

you ran through the dark, haunted looking walls.you pushed back Dick, who was also trying to get to the door.

"I'll get it!" you basically slammed yourself against the door.

you quickly recovered and opened the door.

"Noir!" you noticed how peni wasnt next to him like she usually was "wheres peni?"

"shes getting her stuff from the car."

"thats fine, come in!" you invited him in

"thanks."

alfred and noir made conversation, and you didnt notice damian basically stalking you all

you saw through the window that peni was on her way in. you jumped from your seat on the floor you will never be worthy enough for the family couch and opened the door for her.you spun peni into a hug

"Hi angel!"

Peni laughed, smiling at how tightly ypu were hugging her.

you didnt notice damian sneaking into your room.

As soon as he got there, he ran to your plushies.

Uour stupid plushies.

He pulled out his katana and started ripping them.

He had no idea why he'd done it, he just wanted to.

He made sure to focus on the Miguel plush, he was so mad that man took you away from them.

by the time you got back to your room with Peni not that far behind, you froze looking at the plusihies.

Damian didnt look guilty.

You dragged him away from the plushies, and dodging his kicks and punches as much as you could you scolded Damian "Why would you do that?"

he stayed silent, avoiding your eyes.

you slammed the door on his face and made your way to the plushies.

you held the now mangled miguel plush in your hands, and tried to not let out any tears.

Peni picked up your Miles plushie, which was now missing an eye and got an idea:

"I can probably fix this up, if youd like?"

"Actually?"

"Yeah! noir taught me how to sew a while ago."

She started fixing them and you finished setting up everything, still angry at Damian.

Why would he do this? He was the one who started all of this.everything started off great with him, what happened?

the more you thought of it, the more angry you got.

Meanwhile, Damian was in his room processing what he had done.

He didnt know why he did it exactly.

Could it be the jealousy?

Seeing you treat others that arent related to you like family?

Seeing you treat the little boy like the baby brother you never had?

Seeing you hold Peni and Peni not resisting?seeing how happy you were with her?

He's never felt so humiliated being kicked out of your room while companies over!

He had to apologize before peni could replace him before you hated him like you hated Alfred.

He made his way to your room and heard you and peni talking.

"She said i walk like a bitch, what does that even mean?!" a high pitched voice spoke, damian assumed came from the younger girl.

"Shes so annoying. i dont even know her and she sounds stupid." you said

"She is!" the high pitched voice spoke

Damian barged in.

He saw you painting peni's nails, and a movie playing in the background.

It was legally blonde, a movie he once caught Jason watching in his apartment.

an awkward silence passed by

You looked up at him "do you need something?"

"yes." he spoke up

"..well what is it?"

"i insist she leaves." Damian pointed to Peni

you quickly hid her behind you "She is not leaving."

"Y/n-" peni tried to interject, only to be cut off by you.

"Listen, damian, she isnt leaving. whatever you have to say, you can say it to my face."

"..Fine."he took a deep breath "i apologize." he muttered, ever so quietly.

"what was that?" you said, squatting down a bit to get to his level

"I apologize!" he put his head down in embarrassment

"Was that so hard?" You put you hands on your hipsyou took a deep breath "Okay, its whatever."

you continued "Im also sorry for getting so mad at you. and for calling you by Peni's name."

"You did what now?" Peni said, suprised.

"It's a long story." you started kicking damian out of your room.

The last thing he saw in your room was the now stitched up plushies.

As soon as he got out, you started talking to peni.

"Peni, please be careful around him."

Peni looked at you, confused "What do you mean?"

You opened a nail polish "He threatened a literal 5 year old."

Peni looked at you, bewildered "what?"

it was 3 in the morning when Peni got thirsty.

She knew that most likely, every one of your family members would be on patrol.

She started making her way out your room, making sure you didnt wake up.

Even though you were a heavy sleeper, she didnt wanna wake you up.

She knew her way around the manor, you've prevously hosted small get togethers with the spider-gang without anyone noticing.

As soon as she got to the kitchen, she noticed how damian was there.

She knew you had told her to be careful around him.

She tried sneaking around him, only for him to sneak up on her.

"Boo." Peni jumped at Damian scaring her.

"You scared me."

As she was about to yell at him, she felt something brush past her leg.

a little black and white cat.

"Awww, what a cutie!" She picked him up.

Damian was about to protest, knowing that alfred the cat usually would attack when picked up.

It caught him off guard how calm the cat was.

She put her hand out to him "I'm Peni."

He shook her hand "I know. Im Damian."

"He usually doesnt tolerate newcomers." He spoke

"Well, he can probably sense how i have a cat." Peni pet Alfred.

Damian's eyes lit up at her words "You do?"

"Yep! noir has a cat named Ding Ding, she's so sweet." Peni's eyes also lit up at being able to talk about it.

They both started talking about little cat facts, sitting on the kitchen floor.

They only stopped when they heard a certan voice.

"Can you guys shut up? It's literally 3 am." you rubbed your eyes, half asleep.

"Y-yeah, we'll be quiet, sorry." Peni prayed youd forget the warning you gave her to be careful around Damian.

You turned around to go back to bed, only to walk back when you remembered.

You started lightly scolding Peni about not hearing your warning, with Damian trying not to laugh.

Peni glared at Damian and spoke up "listen, im fully unharmed, see?"

You realised you were overreacting and took a deep breath. "youre right, im sorry. i just got all worried."

you quickly bear hugged her "Im so sorry angel, I wont do this again!"

"Y/n!" Peni laughed as quietly as she could.

"C'mon guys, lets head to bed." You picked them both up by the scruff of the neck, suprising Damian

"Put me down at once! Stop this nonsense!" He tried thrashing around.

He looked at Peni to see if she was doing the same thing, only to see her acting like this was normal between them.

You dropped Damian off at his room and brought peni to yours.

Damian ended up sneaking into your room an hour later

oh my god this is ass lmfao

if it feels rushed thats cause it was i was loosing motavation to finish this

im sososo sorry for the mistakes its like 3 am rn

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[kenyummy]

Heyyo!!! I'm loving the series of the Ballad of the Bygone. I do want to ask where is the original MC (DC! MC) in the DC universe? Did they die? Gotten isekaid to the Marvel universe?

Also, will the family, specifically Jason, have some guilt for using MC as a replacement for DC! MC. Like, their original little sibling disappeared.

MY FIRST ASK AARFGGG IM SO EXCITED ok guys ❤️❤️❤️

i kind of briefly brushed over it in the first chapter (or the second if u the count the prolouge i guess) but the reader originally from the dc universe was kind of switched with the reader from marvel.

(ill use spidey and dc!reader respectively to represent the two)

dc!reader is with aunt may right now, and is obviously pretty freaked out but is actually enjoying themselves with how loving Aunt May really is. shes nothing like bruce and since dc!reader isnt spidey, she can spend a lot more time with them.

their bond with harry and mj is still the same and all in all their life just seems to be a lot better over there! though they wonder who spidey is exactly (and why that suit looks so darn familiar), and why the world seems to be mourning their loss...

on the second topic of your ask—yes! guilt is a huge driving factor for what makes the fam go a lil cuckoo !!!

they messed up baddddd with dc!reader, they made them feel unwanted and bitter... so they need to fix it! they don't know you two aren't technically the same people at first, but when they find out, they're both relieved and upset.

you're not them, sure—but it's like they can start over with a new blank slate. even if they can't fix what they did to dc!reader, they can make it up by loving you as much as they possibly can!!! you don't have all those bad memories—but you don't have any of the good ones, either.

(those "good memories" were the reason why the dc!reader kept trying in the first place—in one of the chaps i wrote they were hinted at being "desperate" and that's solely bc they missed those good times they spent w dick jason alfred and bruce!!! but spidey couldn't care less—bc they have none of those memories).

their memories w dc!reader are so little and few that they can hardly remember what their personality was like, which is why it's so easy for them to "replace" dc!reader with spidey. it's a mix of that and their soul consuming guilt to make it all up to them—that drives them to get that bad

jason would feel one of the guiltiest—i purposely didn't write him as unknowingly neglectful, but more like a mix of the fact he's barely ever there, and that he doesn't want to ruin the old memories you have of him.

he's so different now—he's changed into somebody he doesn't even know, and whenever he looks at you, all he sees is that little kid he used to play hide and seek with. he can't bear to ruin your image of him into a cold blooded killer.

but when he finds you there—bleeding out after becoming a victim to the horrors of gotham—he just can't leave you alone like that anymore. he feels just so awful, that he has to make things right. he'll spend time with you again; he'll take you for a ride on his bike after midnight, even if Bruce hates it, hell—he'll even play hide and seek with you again, just to make it right.

but when you're revealed to not be dc!reader... well, like dick and bruce—he's too far gone to even care at that point, as much as he hates to admit it. it's hard for him to see you two as two different people—because he still sees you as that little kid.

he starts believing you are the dc!reader at some point—he keeps asking if you remember this, remember that, remember that burger place you all went to whenever joker was recaptured—and whenever you tell him you don't, he only shrugs it off as you being forgetful.

just because he simply cannot handle the fact that he messed up, you got hurt, and now he doesn't have a chance to make it up to dc!reader. you two are practically one and the same to him—because he didn't get to see you grow up, he didn't get to know you—this is his chance now.

(but deep down, the guilt eats him up inside. deep down he knows this isn't his [name]. deep down he knows he's just using you as a way to channel the feelings that consume him).

deep down—sometimes, he can't find it within himself to even care. as long as he has you.

thank you for asking even if I yapped ahahasggaaga

[artbyblastweave]

Finished up Batman Beyond today. As much as I liked it, one thing that did jump out at me over the course of the show was that Dana Tan was basically an unreconstructed instance of "The Superhero's Girlfriend-" a love interest who's present in the narrative mainly to create tension between the demands of the superhero lifestyle and the loved one who's in the dark, but who has very little agency or role in the story beyond that, indeed, very little else you can have them do if you want to preserve that. The episode in which I believe she got the most focus, she spent most of it running for her life from a Rat Guy through the sewers.

There's a post about Spider-Man doing the rounds, which posits that part of why Mary Jane won out over Spidey's other long-term love interests was that because she wasn't originally intended to win, she had room to develop traits and dynamics beyond "superhero's put-upon girlfriend-"in fact, she had to, in order to present a plausible temptation away from whoever Spidey was quote-unquote "supposed" to be dating. I'm not a comprehensive Spidey reader, so I'm not going to go to the mattress for that read until I've read some more- but I do think there's some meat to that dynamic in general because of this show. Melanie Walker only shows up in three episodes and already she's got a ridiculously tangled family dynamic thrown into the mix, torn loyalties, the need to keep her head above water financially no matter what other goals she has, a cool hoverboard. Max Gibson's got an actual give-and-take back-and-forth with Terry and Bruce, the added interesting complication that she's trying to prybar her way even further into the game than either of them want her to but it's not like they have a way to make her leave. Dana is.... pissed that Terry is spending so much time with Mr. Wayne. Again. I mean, she's got a job to do, she clocks in at the start of each episode and does it.

This sort of harkens back to Invincible, where a major tenet of the first quarter of the book was that for logistical and ethical reasons, a superhero's dating pool is realistically limited to other players of the game- other people deep enough in the cape lifestyle that they can keep up and relate. Otherwise, your partner is going to spend most of the relationship stuck on the outside looking in, and even if they're nominally okay with the situation it's going to suck. Arguably, Amber in the comic fell into the pit of visibly existing mainly to demonstrate this, reproducing the dynamic they were critiquing. The show did a lot of legwork trying to make her more of an actively agentic character, but when the entire point is that a character in her position would have extremely limited agency there's only so much you can do to patch that. Then Eve rolls in, and it turns out you can do the exact same relationship beats about chronic unavailability, lack of communication and the like, but with a partner who's equally capable of showing up to all the big set piece fights and gorily eviscerating people in her own unique ways- a character who's consistently around in the story for reasons other than that she's dating the hero. You don't have to pick!

This got longer than I thought it was going to be. I do want to round out by saying that this sort of aligns neatly with something else that I've noticed- namely that a lot of post-10s cartoons also appear to have noticed this, and either hang back from biting off more than they can chew by committing to a romance subplot for their leads, or if there is a romance subplot they really aggressively commit to making sure the love interest approaches deuteragonist status in terms of airtime and agency. Hell, Steven Universe left the exact status of Steven and Connie's relationship ambiguous, and it still had a lot to say about the civilian girlfriend freezeout trope. Again- date other players!

[sramoonlight]

My reason

What if the batfam had their own spidey?

Content you’ll see here: Batfam, neutral!reader, subtle crossover, weird romcom.

English it’s not my first language so please be patient.

Your eyes feel heavy as you look around, you’re in the living room of the Wayne manor but weirdly it looks too old

Like it was trapped in time, mumbling something you get up walking to the stairs

One, two, three

Is that..? A piano? You follow the music finding two silhouettes sitting on the piano, you remember it but you never saw someone playing it so it makes you wonder who are this people who can play it

You hear the older one laugh, and finally you recognize her.. that’s your mom? You’re out of breath looking at a younger you dressed with expensive fabrics, finally the woman turns to see you whispering something to her child, they go upstairs not without taking a glimpse of you.

— I’ve studied many times about time, but I never thought of seeing my future child — The woman says, her finger caress the keys like she doesn’t mind having you there.

You walk to her, don’t caring about the sharp pain in your abdomen

— How? Why are you here? — You ask, she hummed analyzing your words.

She looks at you, the same kind eyes you wanted to see again

— By the way you say it, you’re not from the future you’re from another universe — her words makes you shiver, she giggles happy to know she’s right.

She pats the seat beside her, you sat there looking at her like she is going to disappear if you blink

— In this world, your father accepted us I must say, I was right — She looks so proud of herself playing a slow song

Clair de lune? It is too slow to even guess, but you recall it because of how many times your mother used to listen to it.

She’s not your mother, but she’s too similar

— Right about what? —

— About a child melting his heart, you and Jason are what makes him stronger — she starts playing the song like it should be

You never thought of hearing your mom playing the piano, she has differences and she feels the same as it felt the last time you spoke to her.

The thought of “who’s Jason?” Leaves your head quick as you lay your head on her shoulder

— Mom, are you happy? Does dad love you? — You ask, her hands stop playing

Like you just told her you see death people, before you could ask she starts playing again like nothing happened

— Yes, my child, I must ask the same question, Are you happy? — now you understand how it feels

You don’t know what to say, there’s so much in your head, the bad moments and the good ones

You think of Tim, your dad, Dick, even Damian

And that feels..

— Yes, but I miss you every time I close my eyes — she hummed, her hands never stopping playing the song

Until it’s over, she looks at you before cupping your face on her hands

A happy face, one that says how happy she’s knowing you’re happy

— I never thought of seeing my child with a Spider costume — She chuckles

— You actually understand it — you smiled, it was the same thing she said when you told her about being Spidey

Your heart is filled with joy, moments like this makes you so happy

— I think it’s your time to go, look at you, you need time to rest properly — She pointed at the state of your suit

Yeah, it had holes everywhere and you’re sure you won’t be able to use it again

Still, you don’t want to go, you’re too happy to let this moment go, because once you get back to your home you’ll be again at a world without your mother.

— Mom! Dad is back! — You hear your younger self, now you truly have to go back

— Mom, I love you — You said standing up, you don’t know how to go back to your universe but you feel like you’re about to

She smiles, kissing her fingers and blowing the kiss to you

— I love you too —

The image of her quickly becomes blurry and you can only hear how she stands up closing the piano.

— Dad, where’s Jason? —

…

Your eyes open slowly and you look beside you, there’s Bruce, using his arms as a pillow and kneeling beside your bed

— Dad? — You jumped as you see how he lifts his head in an instant, like that word woke his whole body

You don’t have time to think when he’s pulling you into his arms, you hiss at the pain in your abdomen

Are you… covered in bandages? God, Dr. Octavia really fucked you up

— You’re awake, oh god, I’m not a believer but thank god — He mumbled more for himself than for you

But you feel how happy he is.

You sigh, your body feels heavier and you just let it rest on your dad’s arms feeling how the world disappears

— We need to talk — it didn’t disappear that much, he lets your body go and finally you can see how you’re not wearing your suit anymore

Who changed you? Well, that doesn’t matter, your father knows you’re Spidey and the worse is.. he has a rule of not meta-human

Oh god, you’re not a believer but you’re starting to pray

— This thing.. about being a hero, or whatever you want to call yourself — his hands covered his face, looks like he doesn’t know how to start

You feel bad, nothing prepares you to know that your child is a vigilante

Vigilante?

— You’re Batman! — You point at him, he freeze for a second recalling all that happened

Of course, you saw him on his batsuit, now both of you know each other identities

— It’s different, I’m an adult — you’re tired of always hearing that excuse

Your mother used to say it too, but she did in a silly way, it stills pisses you off but not much

— What’s the difference? — your eyes looked at him mad, he sighs

He really doesn’t want to have this conversation, and you don’t want to have it either

— The difference is you’re a kid! This job is too dangerous, you can die — He says in a tired voice

The anger grows in your body, I mean he’s right, you almost die there but it was because your powers weren’t working like they’re supposed to! But him? He doesn’t have any power, he’s just a human

— And what?! You’re just a person! You can die too! — You shout, not knowing why, you just shout

— But I chose to! You didn’t! Having the power doesn’t mean you’re meant to! You’re just a kid who doesn’t know better! — a loud scream that makes your body shiver

For him it was a way to scold you, but for you?

You grow with the thought of something happening because it’s meant to, your mother gave you the idea that you were meant to be this

And him telling you you’re not, it does hurt

— You choose to be Batman when you were a kid too! — You shouted back, like your body couldn’t do more but shout

— You’re out of your mind! You’re risking your life because of a whim! — he reaches your shoulders shaking you, all of your wounds hurt but no one like your heart right now

— What is the difference?! You did too! — your voice doesn’t sound like a scream no more, more like a desperate attempt to do it

— You’re just a kid, Jason! —

Jason?

His eyes opened wide once he realized, he tries to touch your hands but you pulled away

— Wait, (Reader) I- —

— You told me everything, Bruce —

Finding the strength for getting up you walk to the window, the web is stuck but after a seconds it was shot getting you out of there

Bruce is left there, his heart on his throat as he sees you leave.

Why does his name sound too painful?

Back at you, you’re sitting in a roof

Nothing but comfy clothes, you still wonder where did Conner’s jacket go, not like you care right now

You can still hear Bruce’s words on your ears like he’s saying them over and over again, you’re so mad but at the same time confused

Why does scare him like that? And who the hell is Jason? Your mother and him tell you his name and it feels like you’re missing something

And your mind can’t remember it.

You sighed, hugging your knees as you try to shoot a web to play

Nothing goes out, you feel useless

— Geez, she really fucked you up — You hear a voice, Conner moves to place his jacket on your shoulders

It’s the same you’ve been wearing for the last days, probably your father or Tim took the opportunity to take it off of you like it was burning your skin or something, well that doesn’t more like a thing Tim would do.

— Why are you here? — You ask, hiding your face from him, he sighed softly

Sitting beside you as he pulled your body close to his, you hummed resting your head on his shoulder

It feels too intimate, but he’s not here to make a move, he’s just there to help you out with this

— I heard your fight with your dad, he’s an ass — He chuckles making you do it too, and intimate way to show you he’s here.

Looking at the streets you can feel his warm, you never realized how cold it was and you’re happy to be on his arms

— He called me Jason, who’s Jason? And why is he so scared? — You sound too mad

But he doesn’t make you see like you’re wrong, he thinks about it hesitating if it’s appropriate for you to know, finally he accepts.

— He was one of Bruce’s kids, I don’t know the details but I know he died a long ago — he explains and now you feel like an ass, your father was worried about you facing the same fate

Fucked up, yeah, you won’t justify his actions but he’s scare, just like you are.

You groaned, pulling yourself more into Conner’s arms, this feels so wrong but at the same time you can’t find yourself mad again

— there’s something else in your mind, right? — the arm that was on your shoulder moved to your waist

You can already hear Tim yelling, but he’s not here now so you let him do whatever he wants.

— It’s… just a silly thought —

— It can’t be silly if it makes you feel bad — he moved to hold your hand with his free one, that’s his way of telling you he won’t comment anything

You take a few moments to think about, finding the words

— I’ve been thinking, what does give me the right do be Spidey? — You hear him hiss mumbling “a tough one”

And you didn’t cared, you just sighed

— There’s a lot of reason why you’ll feel this way, but what is your reason? — is hard to see it

Maybe you can start with your conversation with your father, or maybe with how all this started

That doesn’t feel right

— What if I do this because someone told me to do it? Then I’m not being a hero — you spoke, squeezing Conner’s hand like it was your own

He doesn’t mind, instead he lets you do it

— Y’know? I thought that too when I was created, about if I wanted to be good or not —

He lets you see his face, you’re confused, you don’t see Conner as a villain or someone who would laugh like one

The thought sends a weird shiver through your back

— But meeting Superman made me realized, if you don’t want to you wouldn’t do it, I have the power to just say no and escape, but I don’t —

His words taste different, you think about it, his words are something else, they do have a place in your heart but that wasn’t what you were looking for

Superboy is Superboy because he wants and he finds it funny, but he’s not the only want

— And if it wasn’t a Superman? What if Metropolis only had you? —

That keeps him quiet, now he seems to understand why is going on in you heart, a thing he can’t understand

He’s not a bad guy, he just doesn’t get the pressure that is in your shoulders or maybe he just doesn’t think about it

— I’ll know they’ll be fine, I mean, I would be scared of course, but I know my city —

That sounds better, you think about it mumbling his words trying to see if it taste good in your tongue, it’s enough to calm your mind

But not your heart.

Conner notices this and in an instant his hands moved to cup your cheeks making you look at him

— you’re are not his only hero, they can save themself and having the power to do it doesn’t make it your responsibility — he leans closer

You can feel his breath on your face, and you didn’t pull back, you just look at him with a flustered face

— Everyone can wear your mask, just they don’t have the heart you have —

His words send a electric shock to your heart, pink cheeks made just because of how good he’s talking about you

Can this man be more romantic? You don’t know but you still feel like your whole body is responding to his words

— Whatever is going to happen, if they can’t save themself then it’s not your fault, you’re the best someone can be —

You look away, facing him now feels like a pain you don’t want to admit, but he takes your attention back to him, now his thumb almost touching your keeps

— Do you get it? — He asks, your mind that was wondering now comes back at his words

You bite your tongue, it was not only because he’s him, it is because no one else told you cute things like that

— I- I guess — He chuckled at your reaction, cheeks that were pink now are red

Oh god, you wished you had your mask on

— That’s not an answer, bug — Your heartbeat is rising

This man has you wrapped around his finger

— Yes! Yes I do —

He leans closer, you didn’t pull back instead you close your eyes accepting your fate, not like it is bad, more like you just want it to happen.

Is weird, how you can feel his heartbeat from his hands going wild as yours do, probably because of how his hands are covered in veins

Oh god, you need to stop thinking about it or you’ll loose your mind.

His lips crushed into yours, one of his hands moved to hold yours, you let him intertwining your fingers and he doesn’t stop there

The small peck ends, and as he pulled away he moved away to trap your lips again

Bite

Your body melts on his arms, at this point your face can’t be more red, is this man trying to swallow you alive? Not like you care, you allow him to do whatever he wants when-

Ring ring

Your phone is ringing, you put your hands in Conner’s shoulders to pull away but he doesn’t care, instead he holds you hands making you wrap your arms around his neck

— W-Wait, Conner — you tried to speak, like a hungry animal he groans when you pulled out

— My phone is ringing — it was hard to catch your breath.

— So what? Let it be — he pulled you by the waist trying to catch your lips

— It’s Tim ringtone — he freezes, he doesn’t try to kiss you again, he just lays his head on your shoulder.

You reach your phone answering the call

“Oh! Hi, (Reader) are you okay?”

His voice sounds too nice, it’s weird, you look how Conner keeps burying his face on your shoulder like it can hide him

— Uhm, yes, I am sorry for running away I- — even if you tried to explain, he cuts you off

“Oh don’t worry! Everyone does that, can you please put me on speaker?”

Even more weird, you tried to move Conner away from your body and he groans not moving a bit

With a sigh, you put it in speaker holding the phone between you and Conner

“Conner Kent or Kon-El I don’t give a fuck about how you want me to call you, but get. Away. From. My. Sibling. “

Like somewhat of magic Conner lets you go, his arms up like he is being threatened, how did Tim knew?

“Good, please take them home before midnight”

You hear a keyboard sound, was he watching you from the security cameras? That’s kinda scary, and so embarrassing Did he see you making out with Conner?

You cover your face with your hands hearing how Tim hanged up

— So… how was it? — Finally Conner speaks and you can’t be more embarrassed punching his arm

— You can’t hear me talk about my insecurities and then make out with me! — but you’re not complaining

He takes that as a good answer hugging you from the shoulders bringing you to his arms

— My little bug is so cute, you need to see what I can do without Tim watching us —

Your first reaction is to push him away, he laughs not letting you pull him away.

The silence between you and your father wasn’t something you’ll appreciate, but you have a reason this time.

The suit Tim and Conner gave you is missing, you would think you lost it on the battle but you know

You know

You just can’t provide it, Tim is not mad because he’ve known Bruce for longer than you, he knows this is going to be over once he gets your point

Now, you don’t care at all, because this man doesn’t look like he cares.

Anyways, you were scrolling through your phone on the couch, there’s bandage on your abdomen and some on your face, something that makes you feel weird.

— (Last Name) — You see how Damian approaches, his usual militar pose like he’s awaiting for an order — I’ve heard your fight with father and I come with the idea of getting someone you mentioned on it —

You raise an eyebrow, Damian moves to the left allowing a big figure enter the room, this man comes with a motor helmet on his hip

The white streak is something you can’t ignore, putting your phone away you stood up placing your arms behind your back

— Our little demon told me about this fight, care to explain? —

This man, he doesn’t look like someone who can agree with whatever is in your mind

But neither does with Bruce’s.

You take a deep breath before speaking

(…)

You didn’t notice when Damian disappeared, not when you���re both sitting at the couch, you with your head in your hands trying to take your point to him, he does listen to you humming whenever you feel he’s not listening anymore

— B keeps doing that kind of stuff? — It’s more like a question for himself, you can’t but feel like he understands everything.

His first reaction is to raise his head looking at you with a blank expression

— Are you going to let him? — that question makes you jump, isn’t he going to tell you Bruce didn’t mean it?

You see how a card flips on his covered hands with gloves, you can guess it’s a key for the batcave, the place where your suit is.

It doesn’t feel right, you have the choice to take it and steal it from wherever your father put it

But even if you did, would it change something? Your powers aren’t working, not like they should so you wouldn’t be able to do your usual patrols

— I may ask this, bug — Bug? What a familiar name — Why did you become a vigilante? —

His questions gets in your head for a couple of seconds

— Because my mother told me- — He shush you

A playful smirk on him, it only lasted a few seconds before he flips the card again

— Why did you become a hero? — the way he said it for the second time, it makes your heart raise

You taste the answer before thinking even more about it, you don’t tolerate the idea of not being able to say what you please

What you please?

That phrase spins in your head, your thoughts filling your head

— Because I love to be this, I love to help people and I love beating the shit out of villains — your heart beat rise like the corners of your lips do

Your hands aren’t shaking anymore, if they were doing it before

— It’s not about putting myself in danger, I just now I’m made for this, my whole body knows it, I don’t think anyone else can do this — explaining like you’re running out of time

Jason crossed his arms on his chest, humming at your words and not interrupting you

— It’s my destiny, my future, and I keep doing it because I want to keep the happiness it brings to me and my family —

Family, before this whole Gotham thing you thought your mother was your only family, but the way Tim smiles when some clue is fitting into his theory, or the way him and Conner fight each other all the time

Even seeing your father smile at you, everything is a memory you want to keep

— That’s what you fight for? — he asks, the same question Conner asked before

And it came with a different meaning with someone who has seen it so many times, he does not try to stop your mind from running

He accepts it

— Yes, that’s my reason —

He chuckled one last time, standing up as he walked to the door

His hands reached for something outside pushing Bruce into the room, was he listening to your whole conversation?

— C’mon old man! Gave this child a rest — he palms his shoulders before leaving the room.

You’re left with Bruce, he takes a deep breath walking to you, not knowing if it’s okay you pulled away

— I’ve not been a good father, I don’t think I’ve known you more than a month but.. — He extends a hand to you, hesitant you look at his eyes — You’re my own blood, I was just too scared to lost you, you’re nothing like my other children —

Your eyes feel softer, not sure and still needing it you take his hand feeling it wrapping yours in a comfortable embrace

— You’re you, they do fight every night but I can control them, I can’t control you — his thumbs caress your fingers

Raising your head to see his face, you see a man, a father who is scared just like you’re

— I lost my mind when I saw you there, I just got you back and I was going to loose you again? — he sighs, all the pain he’s been suffering leaving his body with that action

Now his eyes are looking at you, there’s not guilt, only regret about doing something wrong, his eyes accept his error

— I didn’t act like I should, I won’t ask you to understand it.. just please, if you’re going to keep being Spidey —

He moves your hands to his lips, kissing your knuckles in a way it feels so intimate, so soft you can’t pull away

— Please be safe, I can’t loose you, you’re a piece of my heart, sweetheart —

Without a second thought you hug him, you hear how he lets out a moan maybe because it took him by surprise or maybe because you hugged him tightly

Now you don’t care, he hugs you back allowing you to rest your head on his chest, keeping you away from all the cruelties from the world

— I’m sorry dad, for everything — he shushes you with a gentle kiss on your forehead

You haven’t met each other for years, still he can make you feel loved like he’s been on your side since you were born.

He pulled away only to hold your face on his hands, a single tear rolling through your cheek and he wipes it away

A sigh, covered not with pain but happiness

— You don’t need to be, you’re one of the best things that happened in my life — he pulls you into his arms again

You’re crying, it doesn’t feel like a bad thing anymore

Your emotions took over, his did too

It’s not stupid, it’s just you and your father accepting your bad.

This episode is one of my favorites tbh

I listened to it’s quiet uptown to write the Bruce’s part so I do think is one of the best I’ve done, aaand you finally did make out with Kon! Don’t let Bruce know or he’ll be mad.