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DEVILHUNTER!READER. PART 2

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Author's Note: 《Anti-Magic》 here doesn't mean that the reader can't use magic, it just acts as an auto-active shield, reversing or reflecting the attack that uses magic. In a way, I got its idea from Dazai's 《No Longer Human》 in BSD

It had been two weeks since Y/n regained consciousness.

The government was pressured by the Drapètes family and further obstructed by Gordon from carrying out the death sentence. However, using the excuse that Y/n had once been implanted with a spirit sigil, Y/n was required to choose a guardian for safety. First, to eliminate any potential danger, and second, because the child was the legal heir of the Drapètes family. Having control over the child meant gaining substantial influence and benefits from the family.

But this seemingly frail and delicate child had a knack for toppling their negotiation tables in ways they couldn’t understand. Naturally, the intellect of someone carrying Wayne's blood was not to be underestimated, even if that person had no self-defence skills. In the end, the core foundation of the Drapètes remained untouched, and instead, they ended up tricked into accepting a bunch of (reader’s favourite foods).

After watching the drama unfold long enough, James Gordon personally handed the child over to their father—Bruce Wayne. Y/n was now under his guardianship.

By now, Y/n had gained a basic understanding of this world.

After Gordon left, Y/n discovered a book under the pillow. It had no title, and its pages were blank.

Y/n curiously flipped through it, trying all kinds of methods to see if it contained hidden codes, but nothing worked. Eventually, they tossed the book aside, muttering that it would be nice to have Elias’s prophecy magic right about now.

Then, the book began to glow and floated up before Y/n’s wide eyes. The title changed to 《The Prophecy》 with the name Elias McMurdock next to it.

Y/n reached out to touch it, but the book dodged. Annoyed, they pulled their hand back and turned away.

“Hmph, not like I wanted to read Elias’s book anyway! What’s so great about some meanless prophecy?!”

The book floated down to the nightstand, drooping in a way that—somehow—made Y/n feel like it was hurt.

“Well... you’re the only thing here that’s related to someone I know, so I’ll hate you a little less...” Y/n drawled. “You carry Elias’s magic imprint, so have you picked up any info about this world?”

The book floated up again, pages flipping without wind. Quickly, lines of writing filled the previously blank pages. Several pages hovered before Y/n. To avoid disrupting the book’s magic with their own, they didn’t touch it and instead rested their chin on their hand, analyzing the information.

This was a different world, not their original one. Here, the Drapètes family had been at its peak during the reign of the 18th head of the house. But thousands of years ago, they were struck by some curse, and for hundreds of generations, no child had been born with magic.

Later, magic became lost, and the family, once prominent demon hunters, quietly withdrew from that world and shifted toward politics. However, due to their hunger for power, they began collaborating with the government to research magic.

In this generation, they discovered that Y/n Drapètes had a strong magical flow and uniquely reacted to demon-sealing artefacts. The child inherited the pure bloodline and 《anti-magic》 of the family. But since no one in the main Drapètes line was involved in demon hunting anymore, they were both thrilled by Y/n’s abilities and terrified that this child could inspire a rebellion from the branch families who still revered 《anti-magic》.

So when Y/n turned 3, they hid them away. Then began conducting spirit sigil experiments on them, trying to find a way to pass the 《anti-magic》 onto members of the main bloodline. Only pronounce their fake death when they turn 5.

Eventually, the experimental spirit sigil went out of control, killing everyone. The government, noticing something was off, sent investigators. Only Y/n, thanks to their 《anti-magic》, survived—but their injuries were far from mild.

Of course, no one currently realized the extent of Y/n’s powers, because before losing consciousness, Y/n had cleverly erased all records of their magical abilities.

After all... it was Y/n who caused the spirit sigil to go out of control and destroy the lab!

When the explanation ended, the book’s title vanished and it returned to being a blank book. Y/n experimented a few more times, but it didn’t respond again, so they decided to figure it out later.

Lost in thought, Y/n heard the door open.

“Good morning, Richard. Don’t you have class today?” Y/n put on an innocent face.

“I told you to call me Dick!”

In this world, Dick Grayson had also been adopted by Bruce. So when Y/n heard Gordon bragging about having a new, older brother, they became very curious whether this Dick was the same as the one in their old world. They also learned from the commissioner that their billionaire father had gone beyond mere guardianship and caused a ruckus at the Drapètes estate to gain full custody of Y/n.

While pondering this, Y/n couldn’t help but feel a bit sorry for this world’s Dick. Just when he was happy with his family, he had to witness their deaths, and now he had a suspicious adoptive father. Y/n secretly looked at the cheerful boy beside the bed, happily peeling an apple for them, and felt their sense of responsibility grow. This boy was now their brother—so they had to protect him, to keep him from becoming the detestable jerk Dick had been in their old world!

“Papa’s not coming?” Y/n tilted their head.

“Bruce said he’ll come pick you up when you’re discharged.” Since Y/n was assumed to know nothing about their nightly activities, neither Gordon nor Dick told them much about Bruce’s work. When asked, they just brushed it off. “The doctor said you’ll be discharged soon. I have the day off, so I’ll come pick you up with Bruce! Take you to your new home!”

“New home? Not Drapètes's main manor?”

“You’ve already changed your last name and finalized the adoption, Y/n! We’re officially siblings now! What do you think?”

Watching Dick excitedly explain, Y/n inexplicably felt a chill run down their spine at the strange smile on his face. Their instincts were screaming. But upon closer look, all they saw was a boy genuinely happy about getting a little sibling.

“O-oh, is that so?” Y/n pursed their lips, quickly covering their startle with a childlike smile. “I promise to be well-behaved! Dick, you’re the best!”

As Y/n squinted their eyes into a smile, Dick silently turned his head away. The sweet smile from earlier twisted into something darker, more dangerous. Truly, fate had given him a second chance. Y/n...

“I was busy yesterday. Were you scared of being alone?”

“It’s okay~ Mr. Alfred was with me the whole day! But please, visit me whenever you can, okay?”

Y/n continued playing the innocent child, effortlessly accepting the apple slice offered to their mouth. Though Dick seemed energetic and carefree, he was extremely perceptive.

“Alright, Alfred told me to bring you some cookies.” Dick pulled out a small paper box, cutely decorated with bear stickers. “If you get bored, you can snack on these.”

“Cookies!!” Y/n cheered joyfully.

After sharing the snacks, Dick said he had class and had to leave, leaving Y/n alone in the room.

The innocent look vanished. Y/n stared blankly out the window, face expressionless.

So tired...

When they first arrived here, everything was unfamiliar. Y/n had told themself this place was interesting enough to stay for a while. Playing the role of a weak, helpless child to trick people with ill intentions had been genuinely amusing. But now, knowing where their identity in this world originated, they found this place even more repulsive than the filthy world they came from.

More importantly... they needed to test something.

Pulling a small, razor-sharp knife from under the pillow, Y/n gathered all their strength and aimed it at their wrist, intending to cut the artery.

But just as the blade came within 3 cm of their skin, an invisible force stopped it cold. Then the entire knife shattered.

"Stop wasting your energy."

Y/n frowned at the book beside the bed, which had just transformed its cover into 《Heal》 with Vivian's name written on it. After days of investigation, Y/n knew what it was. It was 《The Book》—the one everyone in this world sought. A book that could make anything written inside it become reality.

For some unknown reason, it had followed them here and now acted as a conduit, channelling the magic of everyone in SorrowLand.

Stranger still… it seemed to want to protect them.

"You know what I truly want. Let me leave this place." Y/n murmured, head bowed.

《The Book》 fluttered anxiously in the air, its cover shifting again.

"Y/n... please don't be like this."

"Lily? I didn't expect to see you again like this." Y/n lifted their head with a smile. "And what can you do? Pull everyone out from the book?"

"N-no..." 《The book》, now in Lily's form, hugged its own body, shaking her head. "Lily was a spirit close to you, so... I borrowed her appearance."

"And? What right do you have to stop me?" Y/n’s eyes didn’t flicker in the slightest, their smile cold enough to chill the air.

"B-because… your body in the Overworld was too badly injured… there was no time to save you… but everyone really cared for you… they all wanted you to live… so if you want to return..." 《The Book》 flinched at Y/n’s expression. "It just needs some time to prepare. That’s why you're here temporarily. Of course, if you'd rather stay here, that's fine too. Because your soul tore through the boundary so violently... the two worlds began merging…"

Taking a deep breath, 《The Book》 continued more slowly, as if emphasizing each word:

"It doesn't matter where... everyone just wants you to be happy and alive."

A heavy silence settled. Y/n said nothing, and 《The Book》 lowered its gaze, waiting.

"Hahaha..." Y/n burst into laughter like they'd just heard the punchline of a ridiculous joke. The earlier tension vanished as if it had never existed. Then they sidestepped the question entirely. "So... what should I call you? Lily would be furious if she found out she was being impersonated. And I can't just call you 《The Book》 all the time."

"Since I was originally a novel... you can call me 《Roman》. Besides... I don’t have a true form, so if you don’t want to see Lily’s face, I can become invisible or change into anything you prefer."

"I don’t want people thinking I’m crazy for talking to myself, so if you really need to appear, make sure you take an adult form." Y/n tilted their head. "And... don’t show up in front of others for now. I don’t have the energy to explain where ‘Roman’ came from."

Roman nodded, clearly wanting to say something more, but ultimately stayed silent. Its cover returned to blankness, and the form holding it disappeared.

Y/n watched as the obedient book floated back to the pillow’s side, then lay back down, face blank.

It seemed that because Y/n L/n in the other world didn’t survive, Roman—driven by the will of everyone—had tried to keep them alive. But due to the effects of 《Anti-magic》, resurrection had been blocked, so their soul had been moved here temporarily while a solution was sought. That act had caused the two worlds to begin merging, with them as the connection point?

If that were true... then it meant they couldn’t die. Not yet.

“Living… is so exhausting…” Y/n muttered, covering their eyes with one hand. “But if everyone is that determined… then I guess I’ll try to live a little longer.”

Y/n had been staying at the Wayne Manor for a few days now. Most of their belongings were still at the Drapètes estate, but lately, they'd been busy cleaning and settling in.

Of course, Bruce being a billionaire meant the government wasn’t exactly thrilled to let him adopt a child from the Drapètes family. Even though Y/n appeared to be an ordinary child without magic, their intelligence during negotiations—and the Drapètes' power, wealth, and spy networks—made it clear just how valuable this kid was.

Come to think of it, Bruce here was a bit different from the one in the original world. In the few times they’d crossed paths, there was something twisted, almost obsessive in his gaze. Sometimes, Y/n wondered if it was just an illusion because, in the blink of an eye, he’d disappear.

Speaking of Bruce—after getting guardianship, he had marched to the Drapètes estate and slammed a pile of paternity test results onto the elders’ table (where did he even get those?!), effectively changing Y/n’s last name to Wayne. If he hadn’t promised they could return to inherit the family when they came of age, the Drapètes would have burned the Waynes to the ground.

The government was furious but could only increase taxes on Wayne Enterprises and swallow their anger. For now, they were just waiting for Y/n to officially take over the Drapètes family so they could try to use them.

Why didn’t they just destroy the Drapètes family outright, or question placing their hopes in a 6-year-old heir?

Because like the Court of Owls, the Drapètes were an ancient bloodline, deeply entrenched in every part of the U.S. government. Even with the main family gone, there were still branch lines—and all of them were fanatics, worshipping the pureblood lineage capable of inheriting 《anti-magic》. If the rescued child hadn’t been the heir to that power, the family would’ve never accepted the death of their main bloodline so easily.

These political-financial monsters were not to be trifled with. If anyone dared touch the Drapètes or their little heir, it might trigger a civil war.

Aside from Gordon’s intervention, the family’s pressure was another reason why the government dropped Y/n’s death sentence.

Having Bruce as a guardian was Y/n’s idea. Otherwise, the family would never have let anyone near their heir. Also, just one negotiation with Y/n was enough to realize this angelic-faced child had a devil’s mind. Becoming a family head at age 6? Child’s play. More importantly, they were still young—so others still hoped they could manipulate them somehow.

Back to the moving-in. Mostly Alfred and Y/n handled it. Bruce was always off solving crimes, and Dick—well, never mind.

*Sigh.*

In both worlds, Alfred remained the most reliable.

“Y/n~ guess what I got!”

While drying dishes with Alfred, Y/n winced at the overly cheerful tone. They glared at the person dragging a chair beside them.

“Dick!! If you drag me into the rain again, I’ll punch you!”

Dick grinned and bounced onto the chair next to them, waving a piece of paper.

“Enrollment letter?” Y/n tilted their head.

“Yup! You’ve always been homeschooled, right? I talked Bruce into letting you come to school with me!”

“Master Dick, Y/n is only 6. You both won’t be in the same class,” Alfred remarked, peeking at the form. “Same school, though? That’s good…”

“Exactly! I’ll walk them to school every day!”

Y/n quietly smiled as the two chatted, but no one noticed the void-like emptiness in their eyes.

“This is amazing…”

“Eh? Y/n’s praising me? Alfred! Did you hear that?”

“Dick, you talk too much.”

“Anyway, since it's the middle of the year, the school requires a placement test. Bruce and I will take you tomorrow.”

“Thanks to you both.”

Though they weren’t excited about it, Y/n understood the need to cooperate while under surveillance. Until Roman either let them die, sent them back, or the two worlds fully merged, playing “family” with these people was fine. They still needed more information about this world and were too lazy to run a whole legacy or outwit old government schemers. Let the Drapètes branches handle it. As long as the money came into their pocket, Y/n was happy. For now, they were just a traumatized 6-year-old child.

The next day, they arrived at Dick’s elementary school. While Bruce spoke with the principal, Y/n completed the placement test in under five minutes. At 23 in spirit, how hard could an elementary test be?

“Did you forget something?”

“No. I finished.” Y/n smiled.

Bruce wasn’t surprised. He knew the experimenters had never neglected Y/n’s education. Their brilliance was expected.

The principal was momentarily stunned but quickly composed himself and called a teacher to review the results. While waiting, he sent someone to show Y/n around the school.

“This is the 5th-grade wing. Next to it are 3rd and 4th. Grades 1 and 2 are downstairs,” teacher Vanessa explained. “The art and science rooms are shared, so teachers will announce any bookings.”

“You’re a form teacher?”

“Me? I’m the 1st-grade teacher,” Vanessa smiled. “If you need help, you can find me in the teacher’s room or in my class.”

After the tour, Y/n had already become a sensation. A 6-year-old acing the test in five minutes, polite and adorable—every 1st-grade teacher wanted them. Some even suggested skipping them straight to grade 5.

“A new student?” Wally asked curiously.

“Yep! The teachers won’t stop talking about them!” Elisabeth said. “Perfect score! And so sweet!”

Wally scoffed internally—overreacting over an elementary test—but pretended to care.

“Do you know their name?” John asked.

“Hmm... I think... Y/n Wayne?” Elisabeth blinked.

There was some chatter, but kids being kids, they quickly lost interest in a stranger.

And for some reason, or to celebrate Y/n��s test results, according to Dick.

As Gotham City turned to evening, Dick swept them off to buy a cake. Honestly, Y/n didn’t care much, but seeing how excited the boy was waiting for Bruce to drive them, they decided not to protest.

Strange, though—after four weeks here, they’d only seen Bruce a handful of times. He was still the same: cold and distant.

However... could someone explain why every time they turned their back to him, it felt like lasers were burning into it?

Bored to death while waiting for Dick to raid the pastry shelves, Y/n let themself be carried around, wondering why kids these days were so strong.

What they didn’t realize was it wasn’t just that Dick was strong—it was that they were drastically underweight. Years in the lab had left them emaciated. Alfred had spent weeks fattening them up just a little, but compared to other kids, Y/n was painfully small.

“Y/n, what flavour do you like?” Dick asked, still holding them with one arm and browsing with the other.

“Black Forest,” Y/n replied, eyes closed, too lazy to care.

Honestly, being a kid wasn’t so bad. At least there was cake.

Later that night, they still had to find a way to contact the other from the original world...

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DEVILHUNTER!READER. Part 1.

-> Masterlist

"Hah...welcome to your own prison."

Y/n smiled slyly as the Devil, Madolrift, picked up the book they had intentionally hidden in their body. As soon as he steps away from them, Kellian's ability activates and traps Madolrift inside the book.

Everyone in the overworld must have reached the final steps.

It's over...Mother, I've saved the civilians!

Dying like this is not so bad, right?

Y/n closed their eyes, feeling the blood drain from their body, the embrace of death tightening around them. Then their consciousness gradually sank into darkness.

That afternoon, the sunset was red in a corner of SorrowLand.

"The patient is showing signs of waking up!"

"Call the doctor!"

In a daze, you heard a flurry of voices around you, and Y/n noticed the strong smell of disinfectant filling the air.

No way... saved again?

Their body ached all over. Y/n kept their eyes closed, feigning unconsciousness, ignoring the nurses and doctors bustling in and out. They didn’t want to face anyone—not the scolding, not the pity. Especially not Vivian. He’d give them an earful for getting injured like this. They had always been able to hide their injuries successfully, but this time they were caught red-handed. They knew they would be nagged for months.

Their mind was sluggish, drifting in and out of sleep, and before they knew it, they had fallen into a deep slumber again.

The next time they woke up, the hospital room no longer reeked of disinfectant. Except for the machines and IV tubes surrounding the bed, the place resembled a luxury hotel room.

Sitting up, they blinked at the unfamiliar surroundings.

This wasn’t one of the headquarters' rooms. Their family had its own private facility. And the government? If they’d stepped in, Y/n would be locked up in a lab by now, not lying comfortably in a VIP recovery room.

As for the other organizations, don't even mention saving them. If Y/N L/n dies, they'll pop champagne to celebrate.

What a weird thing...who saved me?

Y/n propped themselves up, then froze.

The arm that met their gaze was wrapped in white bandages—but it was tiny. A child’s arm.

They blinked, then turned toward the window, searching for a reflection.

Staring back at them in the glass was a black-haired child wrapped head to toe in gauze, with wide E/C eyes. The name on the hospital gown read: Y/n Drapètes.

Does time run backwards?

No. At this age, Y/n was still playing the role of the Drapètes family's obedient young heir. Puppeteered by the elders. But at least then, they’d eaten well, dressed well, and didn’t want to die yet.

A six-year-old shouldn’t be covered in wounds like these.

Their eyes drifted to the array of medical tools nearby.

Something was very wrong.

At six, they should’ve been safe under their mother's wing, alongside their twin, Orion—not lying half-dead in a hospital bed.

Click

The sound of the door opening drew Y/n's attention back.

"Y/n! You're awake!"

A ginger-haired man with a signature moustache hurried into the room. His face was lined with worry.

Commissioner James Gordon. His face was full of worry and concern, and Y/n’s memory stirred. Gordon had been a pretty close friend of their mother's before she was massacred along with the rest of the main family, and they had never met him until the massacre happened and they were sent to live in Gotham with their 'father', wait- don't tell me?! "You were badly injured Y/n- I thought we wouldn't be able to save you..."

Y/n said nothing; they just stared at him in silence. There wasn’t enough information yet. Acting rashly could be dangerous.

James Gordon studied the last living member of the Drapétes family. Their body was small, thin, and wrapped in bandages. Pale skin. Black hair hanging limply over wide, warily shining eyes. Like a stray that was afraid of someone entering its territory when it bristled up. The last time he saw the child was when the Drapètes family held a birthday party to celebrate the child's fifth birthday. That night, he received news that the child had been murdered by an assassin targeting the Drapètes family, and a few days later, he attended the funeral. Who would have thought that the family would fake your own death and use you as a lab subject? A witch clan playing politics always ends badly. But to implant a cursed spirit into their own bloodline? Those people deserved to die.

Many things were running through his head; Gordon still tried to smile and started talking nonsense to the child he had just met for the first time as if to comfort them.

“Don’t remember me? It’s Uncle James,” he said gently. “I used to carry you around, back when you were little. Look at you now—already six!”

Y/n remained silent, only blinking slowly.

"You don’t remember anything?" he asked, watching their expression. "Do you know why you’re here?"

Y/n shook their head, quiet and obedient. Gordon instinctively reached to ruffle their hair—

Unfortunately, Y/n avoided him. Gordon raised his eyebrows slightly, but seeing the child's fleeting look of fear, he didn't pursue the matter. When kids go through such things, even if they don't remember anything, their bodies still react conditioned, which is normal.

“The Drapètes estate burned down,” he said quietly. “You were the only survivor.”

"....Oh...."

Y/n’s reply was flat. A mere acknowledgement. The family massacre was the main reason why they were sent to Wayne Manor after all.

Gordon was not surprised to feel the rejection from the kid. But he could not understand why this child with no magical power had become a test subject for those people.

From the moment he walked in, he knew—this child was different. They wore emotions like a costume. He’d seen many traumatized children, but this one… this one was empty.

A failed experiment, maybe. The records were mostly destroyed, but even the fragments painted a grim picture. It made him sick.

Perhaps the government initially turned a blind eye to their research, and only when they felt their position was in danger did they start to take action.

Gordon looked at the poor child who probably didn't know that because of the magical experiment on their body, the government had decided to order their death sentence.

Y/n was the first person he ever saved from execution. After all, the kid didn't show any fluctuations in their magical power even when the scientist tried to stimulate them. He couldn't stand to see those bastards bully a poor child.

"Sorry," Y/n said suddenly. Their voice was soft, but steady. "But don’t call me Y/n Drapètes."

Every time that name was mentioned, they felt sick.

They looked up. Eyes deep and unreadable.

Gordon raised an eyebrow.

Lost memory but still rejects their identity? Well... they were forced to do experiments anyway. It's not strange to have psychological trauma. Besides, even he wouldn't want to accept that kind of family, a good thing that they're a Wayne now.

"Alright then," he said gently. "What should I call you?"

Y/n gave a faint smile.

"Y/n L/n."

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DEVILHUNTER!READER

So, the thing is, I've been stuck in a bunch of Yan!Batfam x Neglected!Reader fics lately, and most of them are updated too slow or even hiatus, so I thought why not write one myself.

And here we are, a little summary of the plot:

-In this AU, DH!Reader is Bruce's biological first child, 4 years older than Jason and 1 year younger than Dick.

Basically, DH!Reader's mother is Bruce's "almost wife", that's right, not a one night stand but a relationship like Selina and Bruce, then they broke up for some reason.

-Here DH!Reader's mother (dead) plays a pretty important role in the plot so I won't reveal too much about her, everyone just needs to know that her family is an ancient power that has existed for a long time and has the ability to manipulate everything like The Court of Owl, but on the other hand, they are also old money like the Wayne family, they are ancient witches that have existed for thousands of years and DH!Reader is currently the last heir of the main line.

-DH!Reader who has a twin brother (dead), and a group of bestfriends, they are the heirs of the Reader's maternal family's allied families, specializing in dealing with demons with the Reader.

English is not my mother tongue, I hope everyone understands.

Chapter 1; Chapter 2