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yhin-gg · 16 days ago

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- All They Wanted

[Invincible Variants x Subaru!reader]

Warning: obsession, dark themes, yandere themes, injury, foul language, smut(maybe), dubcon, self harm, Suicide, gore, violence, death

00, 01- “It's all he ever wanted”

[Name] slumped onto a drenched bench in the middle of an unfamiliar park, black shirt clinging to her skin, soaked through. Her hoodie lay crumpled beside her like a defeated flag, heavy with water. Raindrops slid down her face—not that she could tell if it was just rain or something else.

“Is this how it’s supposed to be?” she whispered, voice barely audible under the hum of distant traffic and falling rain.

She clutched her head, fingers tangled in wet strands of hair.

“None of this makes any damn sense! This is supposed to be an otherworldly summons, right?! Where’s my main character setup? My status bar? Where’s the whole chosen-one glow-up?”

Her voice cracked with frustration

“Whoever summoned me here… I hope you burn. Not just you—your whole family, too.”

It wasn’t just exhaustion. It was the sting of humiliation from earlier that day.

A Few Hours Ago

[Name] darted through the comic store aisles, heart pounding like a drumline in her chest. Her fingers clenched around a rolled-up magazine and a folded newspaper. She hadn't even meant to steal them… well, maybe a little. But the owner’s face twisted with fury the moment he spotted her.

“Put that down or I’m calling the cops!” he bellowed.

She didn’t wait to see if he meant it.

Charging out of the store, she nearly collided with a tall girl scrolling on her phone. Before [Name] could mutter an apology, the girl's enormous boyfriend spun toward her with a sneer.

“Yo, watch where you’re going, weirdo.”

[Name] raised her hands defensively. “Sorry! I just—look, it was an accident.”

The guy squinted. “The hell? You tryin’ to start something?”

“I literally just bumped into her—”

“Back up!” he barked, clearly mistaking her for a guy. Before she could blink, his fist came flying—crashing into her cheekbone like a wrecking ball.

Pain flared white-hot across her vision. She stumbled backward and tripped over the fountain’s edge behind her, falling headfirst into cold water with a splash.

She sat up sputtering as the couple stared down, the guy smug and unbothered, the girl uneasy.

“You’re lucky I didn’t knock you out,” he muttered.

“I’m lucky?” [Name] snapped, coughing.

The girl stepped forward. “Babe, I think you overreacted. She’s… she’s not even a guy.”

The guy frowned. “What does it matter? She tried something shady.”

“I’m trying to live!” [Name] yelled, standing up in the fountain with water pouring off her like a wet dog. “Also, maybe open your eyes next time, dumbass!”

His jaw clenched and he took a step, fists balled, but the girl held him back. “Let’s just go, okay?”

They turned to leave, but [Name] didn’t let it go.

“Yeah, walk away! Next time you wanna be a Captain save a hoe, try aiming for someone who actually deserves it!”

The girl glanced back with a mix of guilt and annoyance. “Maybe next time don’t steal stuff and crash into people like it’s a video game.”

As [Name] was walking she kicked a rock in anger- slipping and rubbed her head “fuck..” She looked up and seen a guy standing on a rooftop.

“I have to save that guy.”

[Name] stood frozen near the rooftop entrance, eyes locked on a man with tousled blond hair standing precariously close to the edge of the building. The wind tugged at his hair.

“H-Hey! Don’t jump!” she shouted, stepping out of the shadows without hesitation.

The man turned slowly, brows furrowed. “What—?”

“Don’t kill yourself!” she said, breath hitching. “I know life sucks sometimes, and yeah, I’m probably the worst person to talk to about this—but fuck it. Killing yourself? That’s just… it’s a permanent solution to temporary problems.”

Thank god I stole that line from TikTok… she thought, cheeks burning beneath the stars.

The man blinked at her, startled. “Wait—no, no. I’m not trying to kill myself—”

[Name] waved him off. “I know you are! Look, if you're really serious about dying… then I’ll do it with you.”

A beat of silence.

Okay, I’m just trying to sound cool. Please don’t jump. I don’t actually wanna die, she thought nervously, edging closer.

The man took an awkward step back—just one too many. He slipped.

“No—!”

Reflexes took over. [Name] lunged instinctively, but the sudden weight shift pulled her off balance. Her feet left the rooftop.

She plummeted beside him.

“AHHHHHHHH! NO—I DON’T WANNA DIE! I WAS LYING! FUCK YOU, MAN!” she screamed, clawing at his suit midair.

The wind howled as gravity dragged them closer to the concrete below. The man barely reacted, just clenched his jaw as shimmering energy began to pulse around his body.

They hit the ground.

The impact was brutal.

[Name] lay sprawled out, blood soaking into the pavement. Her head throbbed violently, eyes flickering as the world tilted and spun. Through blurry vision, she saw the man—untouched. His body radiated light, crackling with power.

He knelt beside her, shouting in a strange language that echoed like thunder underwater.

Damn. This is really how I go out? she thought, air escaping her lungs. I thought I was the main character..

Her chest rose one final time.

Suicide man I have to save you-…

Then—

Darkness.

[Name] then opened her eyes to see she was back at the comic store where the owner was currently yelling at her.

Her fingers clenched around a rolled-up magazine and a folded newspaper. “Put that down or I’m calling the cops!” he bellowed.

“Huh?” [Name] said with her hands behind her ears because the man sounded like he was talking under water.

“Huh, my ass I said put those down, if you don’t have money, leave!”

[Name] was now standing in the middle of the sidewalk looking around while holding her 7/11 bag “What the fuck is going on? It was nighttime a few minutes ago..right?” She puts her hand on her head.

My head isn’t busted open… Wait that’s guy that was going to kill himself- did kill himself- I have to find him! She thought while running and then bumped into the couple again.

“You guys again? You know you can go to the gym to exercise instead of walking the same way everyday?”

The tall girl looked at [Name] confused “what?” Her boyfriend then stepped in front of his girlfriend “You got a problem man?”

[Name] sighed “Look I’m sorry for bumping into you—”

“Yeah you better be” The boyfriend said and lightly pushed [Name] and she then glared at him putting her bag down “Don’t get cocky, asshole!” She then punched him in the stomach sending another blow to his balls, the man grunted in pain and fell to his knees “You—…you bitch!” [Name] twisted his wrist before he could punch her “I didn’t swing a sword around in games for no reason, so I have a good grip! Don’t fucking mess with me pussy!”

I hope, I sound cool because I’m really scared…

His girlfriend who’s watching the whole scene screamed “Someone help! This guy is beating on my boyfriend!”

“Will you shut the fuck up?! Besides your boyfriend started it first, by throwing me into the fountain!” [Name] grunted while holding her boyfriend by his collar pressing his body against the foundation.

“What?! My boyfriend and I just moved here yesterday!” The woman looked at [Name] like she’s insane and her boyfriend was able to escape [Name]’s hold, now was holding his broken wrist while tears brimmed in his eyes.

“What? What are you talking about? You guys bumped into me yesterday and your fucking boyfriend pushed me in the fountain!”

“What?! This is our first time seeing you—!”

“Huh?”

[Name] stared at the sky i’m going fucking crazy.

Her eyes soon drifted to a museum which alarm was going off indicating a robbery, two people that looked like twins who were brown skinned, medium length brown hair were fighting off the security guards that worked there while one of them held a sheet.

PERFECT! It’s my time to shine as the main character!

[Name] quickly went to stop them “Hey-“ but was cut off by a cocky voice “Heeeeeey dickheads!”

A guy in a red bald cap and yellow costume said while another guy whose costume was blue and black with a mix of yellow landed him right in front of the twins.

ARE YOU KIDDING ME?!— I’m supposed to be the fucking main character why is the knock off Superman and i forgot the other fucker’s name, here?? [Name] was about to say something until the bald cap guy kept talking “boy did you pick the wrong day to steal the piece of American’s history. Well- not that there’s a right day.” The bald cap guy said with a small laugh putting out his arms shrugged while looking back at invincible.

“You know what I mean, but—we’re gonna kick your ass now.”

“Hey—!“ [Name] was cut off again when the two twins had ran to them and started fighting.

Bro COME ON! [Name] thought annoyed and just watched as they fought with crossed arms.

“So, eve hasn’t seen you in months and that you’re avoiding her?” The bald cap guy couldn’t continue because he was then punched in the chin “I’m not avoiding her, she’s with Oliver and with my training routine I’ve been busy.” Invincible finished and threw a punch at one of the twins which dodged it, flipping back.

[Name] just stood there listening like a bystander.

Who’s Eve and Oliver? I know the hero atom Eve- WAIT I FOUND OUT ONE OF THE HEROS IDENTITY! Maybe I should follow them then I can get my main character spotlight fighting with these side characters!

[Name] thought to herself while day dreaming of all the praises and fine shyts she would get as the main character.

I MIGHT EVEN START A HAREM—

She was then brought back to reality when he heard the bald cap guy grunt and was now on the floor with a guy standing a few inches away from him that duplicated himself?!

This is my time!

[Name] ran over to him “Hey assholes- asshole? Whatever- uh fight me!” [Name] said squaring up and all them just stared at her.

….

There was a huge awkward silence and two of the duplicates just held her down “Fucking let go-!”

Invincible finished with the brown skin guy to help Rex but as he flew over other duplicates jumped on him.

“Get off him!” Invincible said while fighting some off himself “Won’t until he’s dead” they said in sync, Invincible then grabs one by their costume “Last warning, I don’t want to hurt you!”

“You can’t hurt us no matter how strong you are.” The duplicate guy said while duplicating himself even more.

[Name] was still struggling “Dude this is sexual harassment!”

Her gaze then went back to the duplicates yelling in pain as their heads and body’s flew splat on the floor, blood flying everywhere as invincible kills them.

“Oh shit… Is that dude even human?” [Name] thought as she catches the duplicates that held her down by surprise, kicking the one in front of her in the balls then head butting the one behind her “Fuck you guys! Or guy. Wait-“

She focused back when one of them punched her, she grabbed him by the hair and smashed his head into the other one she head butted “I won’t go to jail if I fuck you up right?” [Name] said to no one in particular and pushed her foot on the back of their head curb stomping one of them.

Ok that’s kinda fucked up-…

The other one she forgot about then punched the shit out of her and she fell backwards hitting her head hard “AH ASSHOLE!” “Who the fuck are you. This doesn’t concern you civilian.” The duplicate said charging at her and [Name] protects her face by covering it with her arms as the guy repeatedly kicked her in the stomach

[Name] wheezed in pain as the air gets knocked out of her.

Ok this isn’t fucking cool. I thought I would have some power up since I literally curbed stomped the one of the fucker! Now I’m tired from one fight?!

“Stop!” A girl with the similar costume said as another guy with a beard had his hand on her waist

Are they siblings or what? [Name] thought to herself in her head while taking this as a opportunity to grabbed the duplicate leg and pulled him to the ground

[Name] climbed on top of him, now sitting on him gripping his costume and fist was up to his face but she didn’t strike “Who are you, and those people!”

“What?” The guy said a little confused as he stopped trying to flip [Name] over “You heard me…what’s your name and the other people?”

“Do you live under a rock or what?”

“Can you fucking answer the question.”

He sighed “Ok, I’m Multi-Paul, the guy you saw that killed most of me is invincible and the asshole I beat up is Rex Splode.” [Name] nodded “and the other two?”

“That’s my fucking dead sister??”

“Damn that’s crazy…Who’s the old guy…?”

“Kate? They said you were dead.” Multi-Paul said as his sister landed in front of him walking towards him “You out of everyone, should know how hard we are to kill.”

“ugh uhhh” Rex grunted while standing up holding his head while his face was all bruised up “Kate! You’re alive! But..wha-..why didn’t you? You let me and Ray think you were dead!” Rex said surprised and frustrated. “What the hell man?” Rex was soon cut off by the older guy “It was her decision! She wanted to disappear for a while.”

…

“Dude what’s going on.” [Name] said leaning against a car, a shadow was then casted over her, Invincible floated in front of her “Hey, you’re ok?” He said helping her up “yeah, yeah I’m..”

She soon shut up when she was now face to face with him “uh..have I seen you before?” Invincible said as she still held onto his hand “O-oh no no…” She was about to speak until she suddenly seen a guy with a mustache with a white and red hero suit on dived his arm into her stomach “I’m sorry Ec-“

“Hello? Are you ok?” Invincible’s voice brought her back to reality “Y-yes yes um sorry.” [Name] said putting her shaking hand on her pockets

“You should go to the hospital, you can walk right?” Invincible voice very concerned “Oh no no I’m too fuc- I mean, I’m too broke to pay any hospital bill” [Name] laughed nervously

OK OK WHY IS HE KINDA HOT—

Invincible zoomed over and punched the shit out of Multi-Paul before he could punch Rex, he then walks over to him and Kat tries to stop him “Wait!”

“No kate, Paul almost killed Rex, and because of him those guys got away with the Declaration of Independence.” Invincible said annoyed holding into Paul by his costume “I don’t care if he’s your brother. He’s going to prison.”

“Oh shit, new lore dropped?!” [Name] said jokingly and they turned to her.

“Who the fuck are you?” Rex said what everyone was thinking.

A/N: Hello people. Uh I’m not rewriting or going over this bec I’m tired, I went to the water park so yay. Sorry for the typos and not how I usually write. Like I said I’m on author’s cock block or sum.

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yhin-gg · 16 days ago

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HUNTR/X 💥

#Kpop Demon Hunters #not my art #amazing art #love the colors #others art #awwww

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yhin-gg · 17 days ago

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Gordon Ramsey fursona reveal!

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yhin-gg · 17 days ago

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I'm not immune to kpop demon hotties, yoo!! 🗣💫💖

#kpop demon hunters #kpdh #rumi x jinu #rumi #jinu #otp #ship #rujinu #not my art #this is so cute

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yhin-gg · 20 days ago

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This is a crackfic idea but what would happen if their TTG or legi versions fucking ended up in their dimension?

Imagine them just seeing this tall gorgeous and breathtaking version of their y/n that usually tends to ignore or be mean to them and having this taller and more beautiful version of their y/n just coo and hold them close and treating them with so much affection and love and having her constantly call them adorable and pick them up (of u picked the Lego version of the batfamily, y/n places them on her shoulders) and carries them around while ignoring her version of the batfamily and basically forgetting about them cuz she's to busy with the TTG or Lego versions lol

(Lego or TTG version of Alfredo with her version of Alfredo teaming up to baby her hehe also imagine how annoyed dick would be seeing this small more loud and annoying version of himself when he was Robin clinging onto y/n while staring at her with hearts in his eyes and being a lovesick clingy baby or bruce and dick having beef with 2 Lego figures who are having the time of their lives staying on y/n's shoulders or in between her chest lmao)

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omg, a crackfic! That takes me back, I even wrote one for the Avengers and a little drabble or two for KHR! Being cringe can actually be so cathartic and good for mental health 🩵 I'm going with the lego version because Lego Robin was too adorable!!

Sorry to change the ask around a little, but I just imagine Lego Star loving Lego Dick because he's literal sunshine and worships her and there wasn't a haunting in the lego universe to effect anyone.

Lego Dick and our universe Dick are two different people and I can't imagine Lego Dick being manipulated by the haunting to turn on her even if there was one. It would get to the point that the malicious entities would be pissed and probably leave.

Lego Starling never suffered the injustices she faced in our time besides losing her mother and she's actually really close with Dick. She's discovered after Dick is adopted and she immediately fills in a big sister role for him because anyone can clock he's gullible and too good for this world. Dick introduces her as "The best big sister in the whole world❤️!" to everyone he meets and he's googly eyed for you. Lego dick is IMPOSSIBLE to hate besides his speedo

Lego Star accepts Bruce but doesn't really respect him. She finds him a little incompetent as a man/father and hates his over the top civilian persona, but understands why he does it. She tolerates him and he dotes on her like a dad who's wrapped around his daughter's finger. He doesn't know that she only respects and loves Alfred as her father figure but what he doesn't know won't hurt him~

"Woah, Y/n! Did you have a growth spurt!" Dick runs circles around you and pokes at your calves and grabs at your clothes. "You're like an Amazon! A beautiful, bloodthirsty Amazon!" He gushes while clutching his cheeks. He has to crane his neck so far back to see your face that he tilts over and lands flat on his back.

You look from the fallen "Dick Grayson?" to "Bruce Wayne" and "Alfred Pennyworth" with wide eyes and a slightly agape mouth.

You had simply been checking out an old generator in an abandoned factory on the outskirts of the city because you detected what felt like leyline energy from it. You had barely touched a dial when these three people (?) who bared a cartoonified resemblance to three men you knew came flying out of a portal.

"My baby..." A gravelly voice whimpered pathetically as a deep pout pulled at his lower lip. L!Bruce stared at you sadly and you could almost imagine tears forming in his beady black eyes. "She's all grown up!" His voice cracked and he turned around and threw himself into an expectant butler's arms.

Alfred patted Bruce's back and sighed in resignation, "We had always known this day would come, sir. I just didn't expect it to come so soon."

"Now. you're really my big sister!" Dick concluded and laughed at his joke. You knelt down and picked up the (creature?) Lego Dick and held him like a baby because you didn't know how else to do it. "Are you..." You started before pinching your brow, 'I'm going crazy.'

"Are you Dick Grayson?"

"Ding, ding, ding! A+ to my star pupil. Boop!" Dick reached up and booped your nose affectionately and you didn't hate it. It was actually very endearing.

You looked over at the Lego man being consoled by the older Lego man and sighed. "My honeybunch, sugar pie, pretty little princess..." The Lego man in a wine red smoking jacket and slippers wept into the older butler's arms and you were suddenly exhausted.

"And he's..."

"Our padre!" Dick chirped happily. You facecpalmed.

Naturally, you brought the three to the manor while you found a way for them to get back to their own world and they were loving it!

Can't say the same for everyone else, though.

You carried L!Dick around like a teddy bear and held him like he was a precious baby, and you even called him that! You spoiled him with affectionate nicknames and the hyperactive little nuisance soaked it all in with a bashful "teehee."

L!Dick was a combination of all Robins but was most similar to the idealized version of Dick Grayson cranked up to cartoonish proportions. He was sweet, friendly to a fault, hopeful, and wore his heart on his sleeve. To him, the whole universe revolved around his big sister and he greedily gulped down all of your attention.

Dick took that personally.

Why did he get to sit in your lap? Why did you always boop him on the nose? Why did you call him sickeningly sweet nicknames? What did the L!Dick have that he didn't? Was it because he was compact? Should Dick find a shrink machine and turn himself into a little Lego man too? Did he have to whip out his old Robin suit again?

He smiled kindly at L!Dick but visibly cringed at the little guy's antics that felt like an embarrassing reflection on him. Dick considered himself more patient than most, especially considering who adopted him, but L!Dick was pushing it.

The little bastard snuggled into your chest and twirled your hair. You dropped everything to spend time with him if he ever asked and you obliged to most of his requests. You'd let him get away with murder if he flashed his stupid googly eyes, and Dick couldn't handle this blatant favoritism. If you hated him, you should hate all versions of him!

You carried the Lego counterparts in your arms like they were precious babies and let L!Dick snuggle into your chest without a thought and Dick just knew that little turd was taking advantage because he would in his place. L!Dick sat in your lap, buried his face in your chest when a scary movie spooked him, slept in your bed, and even tried to take baths together!

Dick tosses L!Dick up to the roof thinking he'll get caught in the storm gutter just to find the gremlin snuggled up with you soon after. He locks L!Dick in pantries and closets, but the little guy appears in other places like Annabelle the haunted doll and it's lowkey scary.

L!Dick flaunts your relationship in Dick's face and even made a scrapbook for you to remember him by when he returns to his world. Dick wants to burn it as soon as possible.

L!Dick stays winning and Dick figures that toys can break and if L!Dick returns to his world in pieces then so be it.

You learn about your completely familial relationship with L!Bruce in the other world and you're noticeably softer towards him. You're definitely more patient with him than to your Bruce and anyone can see it. You actually talk to him and sometimes smile at his antics. He still takes himself too seriously but he's relatively free of the sins your Bruce has and it almost feels nice to have a father like him.

"Snuggle pumpkin!" He calls in that deep voice and you grin sarcastically as you pick L!Bruce up in a hug. You didn't mind the gooey pet names. It was kinda sweet coming from him.

If it wasn't for you, Bruce would've already dismembered L!Bruce and scattered his remains across multiple cities.

L!Bruce acted like he was this world's Batman and nearly took over the batcave and set himself up as the leader. With the tech and everything basically being the same in both worlds, L!Bruce knew the access codes and how everything worked and Bruce had to immediately shut things down and recalibrate before L!Bruce really took over. He'd never admit to Lego!Bruce being a threat, though. He'd die before he ever did.

L!Bruce criticizes every one of Bruce's orders and even. criticizes. his. parenting.

"What's up with that one?" L!Bruce points at Damian as if Damian doesn't understand he's being talked about. "Why do you have so many kids and why are they all messed up?"

Dick and Bruce have tried to fight their counterparts but they're so small and wiley that it's hard to get a hold of them and properly fight. The Lego Dick and Bruce always evade capture and land their own hits that hurt not only physically but also mentally.

"Sweetiepie, go out and get yourself something nice." L!Bruce holds out Bruce's card Bruce doesn't know how tf the thing got his card and tries to spoil you with everything he can. Afterall, Bruce's money is technically his money and he can use as much as he wants on his little princess.

You spend time with L!Bruce and he doesn't even have to blackmail you into it! You have lunch and chat with him, L!Dick, L!Alfred, and Alfred in your own little family lunches and he thinks he's in the twilight zone. Someone please wake him up.

"I don't like the way you look at my daughter." L!Bruce squints at Bruce and nearly hisses. He picked up something "off" about this world's Bruce and he didn't like it one bit.

"She's not your daughter, and you should mind your business while I'm being nice." Bruce glared back at L!Bruce, ready for a fight that would end it all.

Alfred and L!Alfred share memories of their own Starlings and exchange recipes. They've both given up on trying to rein in their respective Dick and Bruce and do just enough to keep someone from getting maimed.

L!Alfred loves you as much as his own Starling and Alfred won't tell him the extent of all you've gone through in this world. Maybe it's for the best because L!Alfred would probably try to convince you to come to his world or go to another to get away from this batfamily.

Damian wants L!Dick dead like yesterday. The moment L!Dick called you "sissy" or any other petname he knew that the Lego man had to die.

You've never been so touchy feely or affectionate with Damian and honestly he feels deep sadness more than envy or fury. What does he have to do to get some of that?

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yhin-gg · 22 days ago

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I can’t believe I come outta art block for this

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Trees, like animals, can also experience albinism, though it is extremely rare.

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I spent like 5 hours editing this gif frame by frame to make this shitty edit that I wanted to exist

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yhin-gg · 1 month ago

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✨Fic Master Post✨

If the title is colored in it means it has an ao3 link in the tumblr post it links to💜

Oneshots

A Bet To Never Forget (DP x Batman)

Astray (Danny Phantom x Batman)

Careful What You Wish For (Batman)

Chill & Chill (DP x Batman)

Jack O' Hood (Batman)

Lonely Is The Crown (DP x Batman)

Merry Batman To The Youngest Of Us (Batman)

Nap Of Death (DP x Batman)

One Way Or Another (DP x DC)

Steps To Acceptance (DP x Batman)

Steps To Drowning (Batman)

Steps To Regret (DP x Batman)

Steps To Flying (DP x DC)

The Curse Of Afterlife (Danny Phantom)

The Game Of Family (Batman)

-unnamed damian onehsot- (Batman)

-unnamed wriolette oneshot- (Genshin Impact)

Short fics (2-5 chapters)

Count Your Days (Batman)

Bittersweet Reunion (DP x DC)

Birds Of A Feather (DC-Batman x YJ)

Just Another Day (DP x Bungo Stray Dogs)

Lay Me To Rest (DP x DC)

Music Mayhem (name TBD, DP x DC)

-unnamed xiaother- (Genshin Impact)

X + 1

In Another Life (DP x Batman | 1+5+1)

Let The Wind Carry Your Call (Batman | 1+3+1)

Lost And Found (DP x Batman | 5+1)

Phantom Guardian (DP x Batman x JL x YJ | 5+1)

Phantom Guardian sequel (DP x Batman | X+1)

-Second Chances series story 2- (JJK | 5+1)

-unnamed, undeterminded JJK X+1-

Medium fics (6-15 chapters)

Broken Wings (DP x Young Justice)

Displaced Disasters (DP x Batman x Young Justice)

Frosted Tricksters (Rise Of The Guardians)

Hey Starlight (DP x Batman)

Long fics (16+ chapters)

Dying Is A Family Tradition (DP x Batman)

My Significant Bother (DP x Batman)

-Second Chances series story 1- (JJK)

-Second Chances series story 3- (JJK)

Son Of Shadows (Rise Of The Guardians)

Spectral Specialist (name TBD, DP x Winx Club 2004)

Through A Broken Lens (DP x DC)

Two Halves Of A Whole (DP x DC)

VISP: Very Important Scaritage Project (DP x Monster High)

Mega projects (guaranteed long fic of 150k+)

Avoiding Past And Future (DP x Young Justice)

Cousins By Blood -1- (DP x DC)

Brothers By Heart -2- (DP x DC)

For Those We Couldn't Save (DP x Owari No Seraph)

Radio Chatter -1- (DP x DC)

Radio Feedback -2- (DP x DC)

The One And Oni (DP x DC)

To Be Human Again (DP x DC)

What We Do For Family (DP x DC)

Undeterminded length (help)

Can You See Me (DP x Batman)

Catboy Danny (name TBD, DP x DC)

HallowScream (DP x DC)

Haunt me (DP x Batman)

Heterochromia (name TBD, DP x Batman)

Nature Of Us (DP x Batman)

Never Say I Wish -mini series or chaptered story tbd- (DP x DC)

Phantom Of The Mafia (DP x BSD)

Pit Brother (name TBD, DP x DC)

Soul Sold (name TBD, DP x DC)

-unnamed arkham- (DP x DC)

-unnamed clones- (DP x DC)

-unnamed DP x Hazbin Hotel x Helluva Boss-

-unnamed puppy wrio- (Genshin Impact)

-unnamed uncle Azhdaha- (Genshin Impact)

#danny phantom

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yhin-gg · 2 months ago

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Neglected The Mask!reader x platonic Yan!Batfam

Ch.1 Ch.2 Ch.3 Ch.4 Ch.5 Ch.6 Ch.7

I’d also like to say this Reader is Gender Neutral or at least you can pick your gender. Most of the pronouns are “you” and when they are referred to by other people, it’s “they” so… Yeah! Have fun reading and tell me if there are any spelling mistakes or things that don’t make sense.

Chapter Seven

[Name] Wayne POV - Unpossessed

6:12am - Friday

You pressed the final piece into the puzzle. After the last 10 minutes of Damian and Skillit arguing about whether or not your little brother was hiding a piece, Damian eventually slammed it on the table, crossed his arms and turned away from you both to look forward as Alfred plated some pancakes, setting them down in front of him.

Wow.

“Dramatic much?” Skillit asked the other boy, ignoring the heated glare Damian threw at him. Alfred also set a plate of pancakes in front of you as well. Though, you weren’t allowed to eat because as soon as you picked up a fork, Skillit grabbed your arm and tried to pull you away.

“Wayne still has to eat, whatever-your-name-is.” Damian bit out, munching on some pancakes.

“And that’s too bad, boy. We have places to be. School and whatever kids nowadays do.” Skillit mocked as he went back to dragging you away. You both passed Duke and Stephanie who were standing out in the hallway… suspiciously? It seemed suspicious. You don’t know why.

(“Shoot! They’re coming this way! Act natural!” Steph whisper yelled at Duke as she made a show of leaning on the wall and turning towards the other boy.)

You made sure to nab your bag from the book bag pile by the door. You almost missed it as Skillit didn’t stop for a single moment.

Is this a good time to add that you’re not exactly dressed? You’re still in your pajamas, same pink fuzzy slippers, as the ones you wore during your rule violating from a couple days ago. Skillit ditched the Peter Pan get up too. He was only wearing socks though.

Also… Ace is here?

The dog was patting beside you both, tail wagging as it followed. Skillit threw it annoyed glances every now and then. You wanted to tell him to stop because hey hey hey, that’s your baby. But alas, you kept your mouth shut.

By now, you were all somewhere along the first part of your trek to school: the long walk. You were pretty sure you three could make it in time. It took you about an hour and 40 minutes, without traffic, to get to school on your own. You guys left the manor at about 6:15 and school started at 7:45. You’d be late but maybe if you legged it…

You glanced to Skillit and Ace.

Skillit let out a yelp and Ace let out a whine of confusion. As for why?

Well, you didn’t wanna be late.

You had each of them tucked under an arm and were now running. Who knew a 12-year-old-presenting 4000 year old was heavier than a German Shepherd? You weaved through any crowds, jumping over any cracks or glass or even worse, needles.

God, slippers were freaking hard to run in!

The pink, fuzzy things kept nearly falling off your feet were causing you to trip. You looked down at them bouncing on one foot yet keeping your momentum while trying to wave your other foot around to fix the slipper.

A bark could be heard from Ace. Skillit leaned over to yell in your ear, “That meant to look out, idiot!”

You looked up just as you were about to crash into… Condiment Man?!

You literally threw your body out of the way, ignoring another yelp forced out of the boy under your arm. You were pretty sure Ace was just enjoying the ride. You glanced back at the rogue, ducking and nearly falling forward to avoid a blast of mustard aiming for the back of your head.

“Look forward!” Skillit yelled again, slapping at your stomach, probably trying to get you to let him go. You followed his demands, not letting him go but looking forward, and turned a corner. Just ahead was a bus stop. All you had to do was cross the road and you’d be there. You could either directly cut through the road or you could take the crosswalk which was further down the street.

Decisions decisions.

A set of barks came from Ace. Was that dog for “Cut through. Condiment Man’s behind you, also duck.” It probably wasn’t, but you ducked anyway. Mayonnaise spurt past your head and landed on the pants of some guy in front of you. You tried to look back again but Skillit smacked your stomach once more and told you to keep your eyes on the road again.

The understanding Ace thing a little too Masky, wasn’t it?

You were approaching the road faster now. You decided that if the dog hadn’t led you astray earlier, he might not lead you astray now. Thankfully, the cars were held up at a stoplight and not speeding down the street, anxious to flatten you. You didn’t stop running though. You instead did about the stupidest thing ever.

You jumped over a dang car.

You made the running jump and tucked your knees really close to your chest. Skillit did the same. You also heard a loud scraping sound that almost made your eardrums shrivel. When you touched down onto the other car lane, somehow managing not to embarrass yourself after jumping over a car, you threw yourself out of the way of almost slamming into the side of another car. From behind you, you heard a guy shout from the road.

“Your mutt scratched my car, jackass!” The man’s hoarse, yet loud voice carried over. That didn’t stop him from still driving away when the light turned green.

“Sorry!” You shouted over your shoulder as you finally slowed to a stop.

You’d made it to the bus stop.

That when the adrenaline decided to wear off. You put Skillit and Ace down as you slumped onto a dirty seat, chest starting to heave. You ignored Skillit’s yelling at you and Ace’s nuzzling into your hands so you could pet him.

You don’t think you’ve ever run like that before.

You pet your pup as Skillit continued to rant on and on until you interrupted him.

“So you’re actually coming to school with me?” You asking, still panting from that run.

“What?” Skillit looked at you as if you were stupid. “No! We’re skipping it.”

“What?! I can’t skip school! I’m already on thin ice due to that uniform violation!”

Skillit gave you a ‘poor you’ look before rolling his eyes. “I assure you, no one cares about whatever you’re talking about.”

“I—” You cut yourself off so you could heave a sigh. Your breathing was finally starting to slow again. “Fine. Fine, can I at least call the school and pretend that I’m sick or something?”

“Yeah sure.” He waved a hand dismissively as he sat down next to you. You pulled out your phone to check the time. 6:50. You noted you had no new no new notifications. You did swipe away Sammy though. After Red Hood pulled you out of the party, she’d called and texted a bunch of times. You’d already replied to them and listened to her ranting about never disappearing on her like that again. You went to your contacts app and found their number, pressing the call button.

It rang for a couple seconds until Mrs Sharpay finally answered. “Gotham Prep, how may I help you?”

You pulled the phone away from your ear and cleared your throat before putting on your deepest voice. “Ah… yes, uh this is Bruce Wayne?”

“Mhm…” She sounded suspicious.

“Sorry, I’ve never done this before. I normally leave this stuff to Alfred, my butler. [Name], my 12th grader I believe, won’t be coming to school today, they’re sick.” You tried to play up some ditziness and cluelessness. Weaponizing the Brucie persona was something you’d never thought you’d do. You wondered if the Gotham Gossip magazines had any nicknames for you?

[Name]-ie maybe?

“Oh. I see.” Ms Sharpay started typing something, judging by the sound of the keyboard clacking. “Poor thing. I hope she gets be…” Your brain tuned out as Skillit slapped your arm and pointed to the sky.

“Look! It’s Shai!” He whisper-yelled, looking up. Your gaze followed. Skillit’s shadow, Shai, was floating through the air, eating a hotdog. It didn’t have a mouth so you honestly had no clue how I was eating. Skillit ran after it. You stared for a moment before realizing that you were about to leave him to wander Gotham alone, and ran after him. Ace leapt up to run too.

“…yne? Mr. Wayne!” Ms Sharpay yelled into the phone startling you.

“Sorry! Sorry, it’s just that my youngest ran off! I really have to go. Bye!”

“Wai—” You hung up on the poor woman and pocketed your phone as you watched the boy run ahead.

Shoot! Shoot! Shoot! You can’t loose Skillit in Gotham. He was literally powerless right now!

“Ace! Hunt that kid down!” You shouted at the dog who barked in response, running ahead of you. Both Ace and Skillit turned a corner. You hear an ‘oof’ and a whine from Ace. You sped up and turned the corner too.

No one better hurt your baby— babies. Why in the world do think of Skillit as your baby.

Instead of running into Skillit getting mugged or something by some no good thief, you literally ran into someone. Someones actually.

You toppled over onto Ace who was on top of Skillit who was on top of a blonde man in a trench coat.

Tim Drake - Red Robin POV

7:35am - Friday

Tim walked through the school doors with the blankest expression on his face. Why? Because it was school.

He didn’t want to enter but he had to, of course. He assumed today would be a regular school day. That was disproven by a simple sentence from the front desk lady. “Oh, Mr Drake! Pass along a hello to me for [Name], would you?”

Tim snorted and kept walking. “They’re probably already here.”

“Oh? But your father called them in sick.”

That one sentence. That one sentence is what made him pause. Why? Because Bruce doesn’t do that. “Really?” He turned to her.

“Mhm, I was talking to him all about [Name] but then his youngest ran off and he had to go catch the boy.” She sighed. When would that’ve happened? Tim doesn’t remember that happening at all today.

“I see. At what time exactly?” He asked, gears turning in his mind.

“Well, I don’t know exactly—” He cut the woman off rushing to the desk.

“Then check the call logs!” He tried his best not to yell. The front desk lady obviously didn’t like this and rose a manicured brow. Though, at least she did check them.

“6:51, Mr Drake. There.” She shooed him off to class after that. While walking, he pulled out his phone.

He needed to call you now.

God, his sibling might’ve been kidnapped. His sibling that has no form of self-defense training. His sibling that is not a vigilante.

Fuck.

He sent you a text first. It didn’t go through. Fuck. He sent another which also didn’t go through. Okay, he could always call you. He swiped out of your chat, just to stare at the wall. Fuck. His staring caused his thumb to accidentally hold down on your icon. The little bubble that popped up as a result caused his eyes to be drawn back to the screen.

Right, he needed to call y— wait a damn minute you’re blocked.

He squinted at his screen. In red was the word unblock under your icon. He blocked you? When did he do that? Wait, shit, was that why you weren’t answering?

He pressed the unblock button and sent another text.

Tim: Where are you? Sent at 7:41am

No answer. No immediate one anyways. At least you responded about twenty minutes later. He went to hole up in the bathroom to avoid hall monitors during the wait. Those 20 minutes were… horrible to say the least. His mind was thinking too much. Thinking about all your interactions, the first time you both met, etcetera.

Did he ever explain that behavior to you all those years ago? That behavior from when he first met you? Did you still think he gave you the cold shoulder? He’d remembered the day you confronted him about it. A couple weeks before that day you’d both gotten along just fine. You’d both been friends. When Tim was first introduced to you, it’d been a little after he became Robin. He’d remembered ranting on and on for hours about photography and Batman and Robin. You’d ask questions about his hobbies, crack jokes, he’d always wanted an older sibling. Being an only child could get quite lonely. He’d thought it’d all been sincere too.

Then, it was one stupid comment at school that’d ruined that relationship. Tim doesn’t even remember what it was. All he knew was that it was something about his relationship with you. How you never really cared or how you were only humoring him. Something like that.

And well, when it came to certain things, Tim could be an extremely insecure boy.

So when he’d gotten home from school, he avoided you. Shied away. Hid. Not wanting to confront someone who’d actually thought he was annoying.

And he’d watched your heart break at that.

Every. Single. Time.

Until eventually, you’d gotten the hint. Left him alone. Stopped trying to mend something that required two instead of one to heal.

And oh how it’s eaten him up insi—

His phone dinged.

[Name]: School? Sent at 8:01am

Enough going down memory lane!

He swiveled a distant gaze away from a random tile on the bathroom floor and responded almost immediately.

Tim: Bullshit. The front desk lady said you were sick and that Bruce of all people called in to excuse you. Sent at 8:02am

Tim paused for a moment before adding:

Tim: Am I talking to a kidnapper? Sent at 8:02am

[Name]: No??? Sent at 8:02am

Tim: Prove it. Sent at 8:03am

[Name] or whoever it was using their phone didn’t respond for a bit.

[Name]: Can I FaceTime you? Sent at 8:05

Tim sent them a thumbs up and soon he got a call. It was of you walking, the camera giving him a view at an upwards angle.

“Hey, Tim.” You said moving the phone up so that it was now looking down at you. Was that…

“Is that Ace?” He asked exasperatedly. A bark could be heard from your end.

“Yeah, he says hi too.” You sounded so nonchalant.

Way too nonchalant for a kidnapping.

He squinted at his phone again, looking at your surroundings. From what he could see, you were somewhere on the sidewalk. Walking with Ace. Someone else was next to you. “Who’s else with you? Where are you? Why aren’t you at school?” He asked rapid fire questions.

“Uh… Well, there’s me, Ace, Ski… Sid. Sid, that’s his name. And this guy’s Mr Constantine.” You angled the phone towards Ace, this Sid kid and—

“Woah woah woah, what the hell?! Why are you with Constantine?!” Tim knew he sounded confused.

“Ah Well, we kind of dog piled on him on accident and now we’re taking him for breakfast… er lunch? Brunch. We’re going to a pizza place. Want me to bring you a slice if I make it back to school in time?”

“Uh… sure?” Tim replied hesitantly before shaking his head. “You didn’t answer my last question. Why aren’t you at school?” He asked slowly.

He doesn’t think he’s had an easy conversation like this with you in a while. Forgive him for being a little… unprepared. Though, honestly, you were acting like Dick. Super flippant about all this.

“Oh, I had to find something with Sid. Ace came along too for some reason.”

“So you skipped school…?” He asked slowly.

“Yeah. Called in and pretended to be Bruce.” You said as you stopped and pulled open a door. A bell chimed. It was probably the pizza place. The camera was back to looking at you from an upward angle. You looked down at it as you asked, “Don’t tell him please?”

“I… won’t. Promise.” Tim said numbly. He really didn’t know how to feel about this. You were a goody two shoes last he checked. You didn’t skip school. Then again, he hasn’t really known you for the past… what? Four years you’ve lived in the same house?

“Thanks!” You smiled at the camera. “Listen, I gotta go and order the pizza. The others are finding a table. What slice do you want?”

“The one with canadian bacon, onion, and artichoke hearts.” Tim said after a moment.

You paused your presumable walking to the counter to look at the camera. You wrinkled your nose, yet he could still see the smile on your face. “Ew. How about meat lovers? It has bacon.”

“That’s fine, but don’t disrespect the combo. It’s actually delicious. And I’m not a freak like Duke.” Tim said in defense. “He’s the one that likes pineapple.”

“Ew again. I’ll get him that. And Stephanie?”

“Anchovy.”

“You’re joking right?”

“Dead serious actually.”

You hung up after that with a laugh. Tim sat in that stall in silence for a little bit longer. So long that his ass grew stiff and he remembered he had class. That was when he got up.

Even then, he was stuck the rest of the day remembering how close you’d both been.

And he never even got that slice either.

Alfred Pennyworth - Agent A POV

6:42pm - Friday

Alfred was cleaning.

What? It was his job.

Though, he’d admit he was doing it slightly earlier than normal. Room cleanings were normally on Sundays, but he’d decided to spice things up a bit. He also wanted to free that day for playing some chess with Gordon in the park. No one needed to know that part though.

He was going through all the relatively easy rooms first. That meant he re-did Dick’s bed, dusted Jason’s bookshelves, and was now on his way to [Name]’s room. Now don’t get Alfred mistaken, sure he did the first two first, but yours by far, was always the tidiest and left him only to do small things. Such as a light dusting near your desk, and that was it.

At least… that was what he was expecting before he walked in.

He stared, dumbfounded at the sight. Clothes or strewn all about the room, some even over the ceiling fan. (When you change, you spin, so of course things go flying). There were so many shoe prints on your carpet, carrying the dirt and grime of Gotham with them. (You normally left your shoes on the shoe rack in your closet, the mask does not do that. It probably couldn’t even take off its shoes in the first place.) Specifically, the prints were mostly leading to your bathroom.

…what he found was worse.

There were a bunch of burn marks in the ceramic of your sink. (That was where you burnt the paper of Bruce stolen from the billboard. You didn’t know where else to burn it. The only reason the fire alarms didn’t go off was that as soon as you saw the smoke, you threw a towel over it, climbed on top of your sink, and made sure to disable the fire alarm, lest you wake everyone up.) A gun eerily similar to one of the Joker’s was hanging from one of the towel hooks. Your towel was on the other one.

When he bent down and opened the open the cabinet beneath your sink he found dozens upon dozens of bottles with Jarritos labels.

Was this the start of a new hoarding habit? Or did you simply become so questionable in the timespan of a week that this was something else entirely?

He slowly closed the cabinet and breathed a sigh. He stood and got to cleaning.

He spent nearly 30 minutes on the burn marks alone.

When he exited after about an hour, because all those things he mentioned before weren’t even the start of the strange nonsense you‘d been hiding, he decided to get to work on your bedroom.

Which… now that he saw the bathroom was suspiciously tame.

He placed the discarded clothes in a basket a basket, and got to vacuuming extensively. The shoe marks were mostly gone, but he’d likely have to bring in some more cleaning supplies. After that, he did your bed, which probably the cleanest thing there and finally stopped at your closet.

He took a breath and opened it.

Nothing.

Suspiciously nothing.

That is, until a dollar bill slowly floated down, curling in the air until rested on the ground.

Where did that come from?

He looked up. On top of a shelf was a weave basket. The bill must’ve slipped through the ga— was the basket tipping?

Alfred greeted with a face full of money as it fell directly onto his head. He felt the bills scatter down him, probably now all over the floor.

After standing perfectly still for a moment, the door opened.

“Ah… shoot.” Your voice. Perfect.

Alfred took the basket off his head the final few bills scattering away. There you were in the doorway accompanied by Ace and a little boy.

“Alfred, I can explain—”

“Please do.”

He watched you fumble for words. “…I won the lottery?”

Not only did you probably get this money through incriminating means, but you were lying to him too? “You don’t seem so sure of yourself— also, who’s that boy?” The child, pouting, stomped over to your bed and crawled under the covers. Ace hopped on the bed and curled around his form, wagging tail calming.

“Ignore him. And— uh, okay I didn’t get it from a lottery.” You mumbled, eyes trailing to the side as you probably thought up another excuse.

Before you could say another word, Alfred stepped closer. “[Name] are you safe?” He asked, placing his hands on your shoulders. You jolted and still looked away from him.

“Yes. I am.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes! I’m not in danger or anything.” You said quickly.

“Then why…?” Alfred tilted his head towards the pile of money on your carpet. “Are you gang affiliated now?”

“No?!” You sounded appalled at the thought.

“You stole this on your own then?” Alfred asked, hands tightening on your shoulders.

“I— yes.” You sighed, sounding resigned.

Alfred stared. What had happened to this child? You were a good one. One to never steal or lie… yet here you were proving him wrong. His hands started feeling your head. “Did you hit your head recently?”

“What?”

“Did you. Hit your. Head. Recently.”

“No?” You sounded concerned now.

“Then has anything else like that happened?”

“Not really.” You stepped back, now standing in the hallway. “I mean, I fell into the harbor on Sunday, but—”

“You fell into Gotham Harbor?” He stepped closer again. “How?”

“I was sitting at the docks.” You quickly said. He knew he was backing you into a wall.

He didn’t care.

“Wha— when were you at the docks?!” He didn’t remember driving you.

“I don’t remember, okay? I— It was night though.” You looked away from him again. He could tell you felt guilty. You should be. Wandering Gotham at God knows what hour, falling into Gotham Harbor, that cesspool? You should know better.

Part of your words made him pause though. “Last Sunday night there was a storm. I know that for a fact because it struck a patch of grass near the barn.”

You were very hesitant in your answer. “I know there was a storm.”

“How did you not drown?!”

“I don’t know.”

“How can you not know?! You would’ve nearly died in waters like tha—” Alfred was cut off by the sound of his batphone ringing. He was needed in the cave. This early though? He pulled it out and looked between both hit and you.“We’ll be discussing this later. With your father.”

That made your eyes widen. “What, no! He doesn’t need to know anything about this.” Your hand reached out to stop him. A stern look had that hand stopping.

“End of discussion.”

Extra Info:

1.) Duke as the Signal saw the entire run to the bus stop and the hopping over the car. He took a video and sent it to the BatChat before going to apprehend Condiment King.

Steph: Got a future Robin up in here 🙏 Sent at 6:37am

Bruce: Duke, please help them. Sent at 6:37am

Babs: Now that I think about it, B, why didn’t you make [Name] a Robin? Sent at 6:38am

Bruce: Tim came along. Sent at 6:39am

Tim: I’m the reason [Name] wasn’t ever a Robin?? Sent at 6:39am

Bruce: Yes? I’m surprised you didn’t know. Sent at 6:44am

2.) You are not in the group chat if you can’t tell by the timestamps of when these messages were sent and how you remark about not having any new messages around 6:50. They forgot to add you, they just assume you’re like Jason and only look at the chat and barely, in your case never, respond. 3.) I for some reason, cried while writing the Tim background??? 😭 it’s not even that bad 4.) Constantine bit from after you all ate pizza together:

John smoothed out his coat. Free food on another’s dime. Not a bad way to make up for losing the shadow thief. He’d been chasing it before he ran into those children.

Now, to find the bloody bastard.

5.) Alfred did not find your mask because it was inside of one of your nightstand drawers instead of on top of it.

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Chapter Seven

[Name] Wayne POV - Unpossessed

6:12am - Friday

Wow.

“Wayne still has to eat, whatever-your-name-is.” Damian bit out, munching on some pancakes.

(“Shoot! They’re coming this way! Act natural!” Steph whisper yelled at Duke as she made a show of leaning on the wall and turning towards the other boy.)

You made sure to nab your bag from the book bag pile by the door. You almost missed it as Skillit didn’t stop for a single moment.

Also… Ace is here?

You glanced to Skillit and Ace.

Skillit let out a yelp and Ace let out a whine of confusion. As for why?

Well, you didn’t wanna be late.

God, slippers were freaking hard to run in!

A bark could be heard from Ace. Skillit leaned over to yell in your ear, “That meant to look out, idiot!”

You looked up just as you were about to crash into… Condiment Man?!

Decisions decisions.

The understanding Ace thing a little too Masky, wasn’t it?

You jumped over a dang car.

“Your mutt scratched my car, jackass!” The man’s hoarse, yet loud voice carried over. That didn’t stop him from still driving away when the light turned green.

“Sorry!” You shouted over your shoulder as you finally slowed to a stop.

You’d made it to the bus stop.

You don’t think you’ve ever run like that before.

You pet your pup as Skillit continued to rant on and on until you interrupted him.

“So you’re actually coming to school with me?” You asking, still panting from that run.

“What?” Skillit looked at you as if you were stupid. “No! We’re skipping it.”

“What?! I can’t skip school! I’m already on thin ice due to that uniform violation!”

Skillit gave you a ‘poor you’ look before rolling his eyes. “I assure you, no one cares about whatever you’re talking about.”

It rang for a couple seconds until Mrs Sharpay finally answered. “Gotham Prep, how may I help you?”

You pulled the phone away from your ear and cleared your throat before putting on your deepest voice. “Ah… yes, uh this is Bruce Wayne?”

“Mhm…” She sounded suspicious.

[Name]-ie maybe?

“…yne? Mr. Wayne!” Ms Sharpay yelled into the phone startling you.

“Sorry! Sorry, it’s just that my youngest ran off! I really have to go. Bye!”

“Wai—” You hung up on the poor woman and pocketed your phone as you watched the boy run ahead.

Shoot! Shoot! Shoot! You can’t loose Skillit in Gotham. He was literally powerless right now!

No one better hurt your baby— babies. Why in the world do think of Skillit as your baby.

Instead of running into Skillit getting mugged or something by some no good thief, you literally ran into someone. Someones actually.

You toppled over onto Ace who was on top of Skillit who was on top of a blonde man in a trench coat.

Tim Drake - Red Robin POV

7:35am - Friday

Tim walked through the school doors with the blankest expression on his face. Why? Because it was school.

Tim snorted and kept walking. “They’re probably already here.”

“Oh? But your father called them in sick.”

That one sentence. That one sentence is what made him pause. Why? Because Bruce doesn’t do that. “Really?” He turned to her.

“I see. At what time exactly?” He asked, gears turning in his mind.

“Well, I don’t know exactly—” He cut the woman off rushing to the desk.

“Then check the call logs!” He tried his best not to yell. The front desk lady obviously didn’t like this and rose a manicured brow. Though, at least she did check them.

“6:51, Mr Drake. There.” She shooed him off to class after that. While walking, he pulled out his phone.

He needed to call you now.

God, his sibling might’ve been kidnapped. His sibling that has no form of self-defense training. His sibling that is not a vigilante.

Fuck.

Right, he needed to call y— wait a damn minute you’re blocked.

He squinted at his screen. In red was the word unblock under your icon. He blocked you? When did he do that? Wait, shit, was that why you weren’t answering?

He pressed the unblock button and sent another text.

Tim: Where are you? Sent at 7:41am

And well, when it came to certain things, Tim could be an extremely insecure boy.

So when he’d gotten home from school, he avoided you. Shied away. Hid. Not wanting to confront someone who’d actually thought he was annoying.

And he’d watched your heart break at that.

Every. Single. Time.

Until eventually, you’d gotten the hint. Left him alone. Stopped trying to mend something that required two instead of one to heal.

And oh how it’s eaten him up insi—

His phone dinged.

[Name]: School? Sent at 8:01am

Enough going down memory lane!

He swiveled a distant gaze away from a random tile on the bathroom floor and responded almost immediately.

Tim: Bullshit. The front desk lady said you were sick and that Bruce of all people called in to excuse you. Sent at 8:02am

Tim paused for a moment before adding:

Tim: Am I talking to a kidnapper? Sent at 8:02am

[Name]: No??? Sent at 8:02am

Tim: Prove it. Sent at 8:03am

[Name] or whoever it was using their phone didn’t respond for a bit.

[Name]: Can I FaceTime you? Sent at 8:05

Tim sent them a thumbs up and soon he got a call. It was of you walking, the camera giving him a view at an upwards angle.

“Hey, Tim.” You said moving the phone up so that it was now looking down at you. Was that…

“Is that Ace?” He asked exasperatedly. A bark could be heard from your end.

“Yeah, he says hi too.” You sounded so nonchalant.

Way too nonchalant for a kidnapping.

“Uh… Well, there’s me, Ace, Ski… Sid. Sid, that’s his name. And this guy’s Mr Constantine.” You angled the phone towards Ace, this Sid kid and—

“Woah woah woah, what the hell?! Why are you with Constantine?!” Tim knew he sounded confused.

“Uh… sure?” Tim replied hesitantly before shaking his head. “You didn’t answer my last question. Why aren’t you at school?” He asked slowly.

“Oh, I had to find something with Sid. Ace came along too for some reason.”

“So you skipped school…?” He asked slowly.

“Thanks!” You smiled at the camera. “Listen, I gotta go and order the pizza. The others are finding a table. What slice do you want?”

“The one with canadian bacon, onion, and artichoke hearts.” Tim said after a moment.

You paused your presumable walking to the counter to look at the camera. You wrinkled your nose, yet he could still see the smile on your face. “Ew. How about meat lovers? It has bacon.”

“That’s fine, but don’t disrespect the combo. It’s actually delicious. And I’m not a freak like Duke.” Tim said in defense. “He’s the one that likes pineapple.”

“Ew again. I’ll get him that. And Stephanie?”

“Anchovy.”

“You’re joking right?”

“Dead serious actually.”

You hung up after that with a laugh. Tim sat in that stall in silence for a little bit longer. So long that his ass grew stiff and he remembered he had class. That was when he got up.

Even then, he was stuck the rest of the day remembering how close you’d both been.

And he never even got that slice either.

Alfred Pennyworth - Agent A POV

6:42pm - Friday

Alfred was cleaning.

What? It was his job.

At least… that was what he was expecting before he walked in.

…what he found was worse.

When he bent down and opened the open the cabinet beneath your sink he found dozens upon dozens of bottles with Jarritos labels.

Was this the start of a new hoarding habit? Or did you simply become so questionable in the timespan of a week that this was something else entirely?

He slowly closed the cabinet and breathed a sigh. He stood and got to cleaning.

He spent nearly 30 minutes on the burn marks alone.

When he exited after about an hour, because all those things he mentioned before weren’t even the start of the strange nonsense you‘d been hiding, he decided to get to work on your bedroom.

Which… now that he saw the bathroom was suspiciously tame.

He took a breath and opened it.

Nothing.

Suspiciously nothing.

That is, until a dollar bill slowly floated down, curling in the air until rested on the ground.

Where did that come from?

He looked up. On top of a shelf was a weave basket. The bill must’ve slipped through the ga— was the basket tipping?

Alfred greeted with a face full of money as it fell directly onto his head. He felt the bills scatter down him, probably now all over the floor.

After standing perfectly still for a moment, the door opened.

“Ah… shoot.” Your voice. Perfect.

Alfred took the basket off his head the final few bills scattering away. There you were in the doorway accompanied by Ace and a little boy.

“Alfred, I can explain—”

“Please do.”

He watched you fumble for words. “…I won the lottery?”

“Ignore him. And— uh, okay I didn’t get it from a lottery.” You mumbled, eyes trailing to the side as you probably thought up another excuse.

Before you could say another word, Alfred stepped closer. “[Name] are you safe?” He asked, placing his hands on your shoulders. You jolted and still looked away from him.

“Yes. I am.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes! I’m not in danger or anything.” You said quickly.

“Then why…?” Alfred tilted his head towards the pile of money on your carpet. “Are you gang affiliated now?”

“No?!” You sounded appalled at the thought.

“You stole this on your own then?” Alfred asked, hands tightening on your shoulders.

“I— yes.” You sighed, sounding resigned.

“What?”

“Did you. Hit your. Head. Recently.”

“No?” You sounded concerned now.

“Then has anything else like that happened?”

“Not really.” You stepped back, now standing in the hallway. “I mean, I fell into the harbor on Sunday, but—”

“You fell into Gotham Harbor?” He stepped closer again. “How?”

“I was sitting at the docks.” You quickly said. He knew he was backing you into a wall.

He didn’t care.

“Wha— when were you at the docks?!” He didn’t remember driving you.

Part of your words made him pause though. “Last Sunday night there was a storm. I know that for a fact because it struck a patch of grass near the barn.”

You were very hesitant in your answer. “I know there was a storm.”

“How did you not drown?!”

“I don’t know.”

“How can you not know?! You would’ve nearly died in waters like tha��” Alfred was cut off by the sound of his batphone ringing. He was needed in the cave. This early though? He pulled it out and looked between both hit and you.“We’ll be discussing this later. With your father.”

That made your eyes widen. “What, no! He doesn’t need to know anything about this.” Your hand reached out to stop him. A stern look had that hand stopping.

“End of discussion.”

Extra Info:

1.) Duke as the Signal saw the entire run to the bus stop and the hopping over the car. He took a video and sent it to the BatChat before going to apprehend Condiment King.

Steph: Got a future Robin up in here 🙏 Sent at 6:37am

Bruce: Duke, please help them. Sent at 6:37am

Babs: Now that I think about it, B, why didn’t you make [Name] a Robin? Sent at 6:38am

Bruce: Tim came along. Sent at 6:39am

Tim: I’m the reason [Name] wasn’t ever a Robin?? Sent at 6:39am

Bruce: Yes? I’m surprised you didn’t know. Sent at 6:44am

John smoothed out his coat. Free food on another’s dime. Not a bad way to make up for losing the shadow thief. He’d been chasing it before he ran into those children.

Now, to find the bloody bastard.

5.) Alfred did not find your mask because it was inside of one of your nightstand drawers instead of on top of it.

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