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02. Kid of theater and music

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Your eyes slowly open, you are back in the same void, there was no one and nothing in that place, how many times will you have to dream that?

This time you only felt your fingers move slightly, the feeling of immobility was going away little by little but very slowly, how much longer are you going to endure this? Aren't dreams supposed to be about forgetting the bad things in the world? So why?

You could barely stay awake, the dreams you started having would take away your sleep immediately and it was hard to get back to sleep. Even more so with the noises you heard at dawn, as if they were all nocturnal, and that was what you hated the most.

The teacher's voice was more boring, your eyes felt heavier and your body felt weak but fate was on your side and the bell rang, the last word you had heard was about teamwork, another thing you hated. Each of your classmates were leaving the room while you stretched, hoping that sleep would go away for a moment, but unfortunately, it seems that today everyone hates you, even your own body.

You knew your day was going to be the same when you saw the grumpy dwarf, damn everyone in that family!

You looked around, searching for your class team and another class genius, Samantha. You never spoke without it being something about school, only doubts, questions and mostly team work or exams. Everyone in that class was either very distracted or didn't care about academics.

You saw her with her group of friends and you bit your lip. She had her group, you didn't. You weren't that sociable and you didn't know how to balance your time between friends and school.

But that was stupid, friendships were stupid and you hated it.

You sighed and checked your watch on your wrist, it was time to go, finally. You packed your things and left the classroom, your backpack and your suitcase with your work, sometimes it was tiring to carry that, you felt like you couldn't hold on much longer, you were weak.

Your footsteps didn't echo this time, there was plenty of noise to hear yourself and that was good, you didn't want to hear your thoughts, it was hateful to remind yourself how terrible you were.

You felt your mind suddenly dissociate, everything felt slower, you should have paid attention but you really didn't.

The evening chill hit you hard and you were able to breathe properly for the first time all day. This was a huge relief and you loved it. You stood near the door, waiting for Alfred to pick you up but he didn't, the sky was already turning darker and you had no choice but to walk home, your suitcase was very heavy and your feet were sore, when you arrived you wanted to seriously ask him why he didn't come looking for you. You opened the door and put aside your backpack, your briefcase, walked to the living room door and listened, did he really say it? How, how is that possible.

Your heart began to beat fiercely, you retracted your steps and left the mansion, running and fleeing from something you didn't want to face.

That's the way they thought? You couldn't do anything to change it, so perhaps the best way was to just escape far away, claim the fortune that Bruce kept you away from and run away with that big money.

But you couldn't, you can't and surely you never can, so the best option was to take refuge somewhere, somewhere where you know how to be yourself. So your eyes were fixed on the posters outside the cinema, that same night there would be some kind of performance about a play, you didn't know the synopsis, you didn't know anything about it but that poster was enough to convince you and buy a ticket.

The huge room was full of people, high-class people, the odd elderly and families, what pure envy, at least they had someone who could accompany them.

You quickly chose a seat and looked around minutes before the show started, you didn't know the time and you hadn't turned on your phone either, you were oblivious to the calls and messages from Alfred and Dick, anyway, it was none of your business anymore!

The lights went out and the curtain began to open, there was an impressive silence and you could feel your heart beating with emotion, soon your mind focused on the songs, the voices and how fluid the performances were, it was magnificent.

The hours passed and the end of the musical approached, the audience stood up and applauded, you quickly imitated them but yours was genuine, you didn't know what kind of expression you had but did that matter? It was all amazing, and for once in your life you really knew what you wanted, what you longed for after years of being a decoration doll.

Being on stage, being applauded by an audience, and feeling the excitement of performing in front of everyone was like an art, a beautiful art.

That night was perfect, the best of all and you hoped for more like that.

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01. Robot

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In an ocean, a deep ocean filled with memories so distant that you simply can't try to fully remember. You sigh, again in the same nightmare, again in the same place.

Your eyes search for something or someone but you don't find it, you resign yourself and you wait for the signal to wake up.

Your gaze is fixed on the ceiling, the ceiling decorated with drawings, phrases, or childish things you decided to keep, another day, another year. How strange.

You turned your head to look at your watch, on time, you should have gotten up, but could you? Surely not, it was the same routine every day, every year, it seems like you were simply a robot, a robot resigned to simply existing.

You sighed again, your body moving automatically, getting out of bed, walking, changing, brushing your teeth, combing your hair and going down to the living room. The mansion felt empty, maybe it always was but this time it was quieter than usual, surely today you would have breakfast alone again.

Anyway, it's really not your fault, no, it wasn't.

You went down the stairs automatically, your eyes looked around the whole place before heading to the dining room, you caught an unexpected sight, everyone at the table, although in silence they seemed too focused in their own environment and somehow too tired to talk.

What the fuck.

You felt your insides twist in discomfort, you mentally prepared yourself and walked to the last available seat, at the other end of the table, it was always your place. You sat down and Alfred placed the plate of food in front of you, the same breakfast, arranged too perfectly.

‘Good morning, young mistress.’ a gentle and overly calculated tone, you nodded and he left without saying much more but before doing so he gave a glance to the other members of the family.

At times like this, it was best to finish quickly. Your trembling hands cut each piece of meat and quickly brought it to your mouth, desperate to fill that emptiness you felt in your stomach, the urge to vomit came immediately, you hated seeing yourself in that state when you were with them.

Your hands brought each meal to your mouth, one piece of bread, then another, and you ate nonstop, anxiety invading you even more.

And soon the anxiety collapsed, you focused on the empty plate, with the destroyed food and you saw your surroundings again, the empty table, without a soul.

You let out a shaky sigh and stood up suddenly, wiping away the remains of food near your mouth and quickly retreated, it was a normal morning, very normal, you tried to tell yourself that but you couldn't get that feeling out of your chest and stomach, a pressure that made you want to tremble but didn't.

‘ugh!’ the sound echoed dryly in the hallway, a reminder that you would be alone for the rest of your life, you spent so much time trying to free yourself from that feeling only for it to always come back, haunting you.

‘I have to... calm down, there's school today, I shouldn't get like this.' You murmured softly, making an effort to stabilize your breathing and calm the pressure that was making you spin.

You felt a gaze, an agonizing gaze that felt like a bullet through your head, you turned on the defensive, those green eyes as deep as a lagoon, yes, a dark lagoon.

Damian, that boy but not so small looked at you as if you were a weirdo (you were), repulsion soon reached your senses, again the urge to vomit came, the feeling of disgust always returned when they looked at you, they talked to you or tried to be nice when they really weren't.

‘Who are you talking to?’ He said with a funny and slightly annoyed tone, annoyed by the simple fact that you exist in this house and how you do nothing to contribute to humanity, surely if you knew about the life of vigilantes they had, he would boast, he would boast that he fought crime and you didn't, you just stayed at home, without contributing anything. (Which calmed him down a little.)

Maybe he didn't understand yet, or he didn't understand you, but that didn't matter to him, you weren't totally family.

‘Nobody, just forget you saw that.’ You hurried to the entrance to get ready and go to school, and thus avoid any more questions from him. You felt like his eyes were following you, every little movement, it was suffocating and the atmosphere became more so when Alfred went towards you to accompany you or rather take you to school.

‘Young mistress, are you ready?’ he asks, his gaze focused on you until he noticed the presence of the youngest son, whom he had greeted cordially and again focused on your departure to school.

‘yes, i am.’

‘Okay, let's go then.—

Goodbye, young master.’

You felt the cold sweat run down your back and you turned to look at him for a moment and you left, not a goodbye, not a good morning, you didn't want to put too much effort into creating relationships with them when they are so focused on themselves and their family.

He let out a snap and rolled his eyes as he watched her walk away, like a bird.

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You were an art child, a lover of painting, best friend of dance and everything related. Perhaps to compensate you for the trauma you just experienced, they gave you what you never asked for or never had.

You were the creation of an infinite love, the love of your parents was something you admired that despite the years, no matter if your mother had wrinkles and her makeup looked strange, your father still loved her so much. You wished that a love like this would find you when you were a teenager, an adult, or old enough.

But it didn't happen, it really didn't happen and your parents weren't there to see you grow up, you ended up in the orphanage for many years, without the love of your them and without properly experiencing all the effects of your childhood.

Suddenly a strange man, with a dark and strange aura, found you among all the lovely children. You, you were the only thing he had left of his old friends, the little matriarch of the family, the last descendant of (surname).

And so you ended up in the mansion, growing up what remained of your almost childhood with some children, you vaguely remember having arrived at a critical moment in the Wayne family, they had lost a loved one. You would have liked to have gotten to know him properly to feel more for his loss, but all that was left was to grieve and wish for a good rest. You didn't have many details but it was understandable, you were a stranger who had just arrived, you seemed like an easy replacement but you knew that no one can replace anyone else.

That was some bullshit to make the person feel more guilty.

You feel like your memories are lost, some you remember very well and others are as if your mind has blocked them. It frustrated you because you currently didn't remember much about your past, your origin or your own parents, that billionaire man who was kind enough to adopt you made sure that you have some things of the (surname) family, enough for you to be aware that you were someone and not just nobody, that your name and surname had weight in the present.

Anyway, that didn't matter in your current plans.

More children were coming into the family, some old enough and others still perhaps pre-teens. This wasn't your family completely and you didn't really make an effort to remember some names, you knew that somehow, you were never welcome enough at their events.

You were just someone someone else left and that was it. Bruce never took the time to get to know you properly and you realized he only wanted you to keep the memory of his deceased friends alive. You were the last thing they left behind apart from their legacy and fortune.

This family was broken, so broken.

And a broken person can't fix this family, they can only make it worse.

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This journey hasn’t been easy. The war has taken 25 family members from us—25 beautiful souls we loved deeply. Their laughter, their presence, their love… all of it is gone, leaving behind memories that are both precious and painful. Every day, I carry the weight of their loss, but I also carry their spirit, which gives me the strength to keep going.

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i hc all the neglected!readers from this batfam series, they have the voice of Aerith Gaingborough, bcs her voice is SOO soft and angelical:((((

Aside from the lines she says throughout the game, they are very thoughtful. I feel like they would say it in angst-filled moments with one of their many siblings or family.

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homura!reader — batfamily

You, (name) Wayne, were dead or so it was, you were saved by your best friend, your beloved best friend... How? How did Gotham end up in that mess involving you and her and your whole group of friends?

But it was enough, in the last moments of your friend's life, you decided to become what she didn't want you to be, a magical girl. Your wish was ‘Be strong enough to protect her’ and so it was, it was fulfilled and consequently you were able to go back or better, be a time traveler.

You didn't measure the consequences of each timeline, you came back again and again in search of saving her and soon your negligent family noticed you.

How you were never home, how your grades changed drastically, and how you, in general, had completely changed.

Your personality that was once shy and kind began to be the opposite, impulsive in certain aspects, cold, serious and too mature for your age or not.

Damian was the first to notice how you were late and almost never participated in dinners or lunches, how you barely spoke to anyone or how sometimes you came home too tired or with a face of pure horror, as if you had seen the worst of humanity. He was a trained child after all, He could notice everyone around him but you, you were a special case, you are a case where he doesn't know how to act, he doesn't know how to save you from the darkness you are sinking into.

The second was Alfred, a bit obvious because he could interact with the whole family but with you it was weird, like you weren't completely you, like you changed overnight, You used to hate coffee, but now you drink it every morning before school. You hated silence and now you are the quietest in the family, you never say, you never tell how it went, you just follow your monotonous routine— he misses you, he misses your voice.

Dick only noticed it when Damian told him and Jason also noticed it when Dick told him, both older brothers didn't know what to do or say as soon as they heard the explanation and for a moment, They spent their free time watching you and unfortunately— He was right. You changed, they remembered that you wore glasses, that your hair used to be combed, now it's not, you are no longer the girl you used to be, it's as if years have passed and they hadn't even noticed.

And it's true, the years passed and despite your teenage appearance, you were already 26 years old mentally. You weren't the little girl you were before, you grew up, you had bad and good times and as a result, you became that.

Tim noticed it too and that led him to tell the part of the family, Stephanie and Cassandra, they noticed it, they saw that you are no longer the little sister who chased them, now you were someone different, different from the rest of them.

And last but not least important, your father, Bruce. maybe he realized it at the moment his children started telling him about you, how you had disappeared for weeks and had returned as if nothing had happened, how Alfred also notified him that the young master, you, would go days without eating properly, how you locked yourself in and never came out no matter how much he knocked on the door and he made a note to talk to you soon but he forgot and because of that, you disappeared again, this time you didn't come back, You didn't leave a note, you didn't leave anything of yourself, your room was empty with nothing, not a trace, what pain for him, for the father who was never present.

Currently you remember that in that timeline, you hadn't managed to save her, so you went back again and abandoned that family.

But now, you were not interested in communicating with they again, you only wanted your best friend, a point where your obsession was to save her no matter what the cost and the others were not far behind, they also developed something, an obsession to find out what happened to you, what thoughts you had, what your life was like at school, everything.

No matter how many times you go back, the same story will happen, now they are after you and want you back together with the family.

They'll never know who you really are now, what you've become, and what role you play in that world you had gotten your best friend to live in, whatever, that's no longer your interest.

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die your daughter.

act one.

sipnosis: Your own desires were alien to your family, to the point where you are determined to commit an atrocious act but suddenly everything is 7 years ago when you were only 13 years old. Something has changed and you're not sure what it is.

w ; suicide, self-harm.

Your whole life was in her hands, in the hands of that woman and now in the hands of this family who didn't give a shit about you! So how should you react when you returned to your fresh 13 years? Should you have just been happy and cried? No, never.

Your room had become a mess, a mess worse than that family, the furniture thrown over next to the books, the posters you once loved torn and ripped, the trophies you earned with great effort lying near some wall due to the blows you gave them.

How? HOW THE FUCK?!

Soon you felt tears of pure helplessness fall on your cheeks, you looked at the plushies on your bed, they were all obligatory gifts, nothing was genuine, nothing at all! So what? Now what? What should you do? It was probably a horrible, terrible nightmare. No, it shouldn't have happened. You brought your hands to your neck hoping to finish again, hoping to choke on your saliva, you pushed harder and harder until the sudden click of the door sounded.

Alfred entered, worried or not really due to the commotion that sounded in your walls, his gaze fixed on your suicide attempt and quickly sprang into action, approaching you and holding your hands, while you caught your breath and tears wet everything.

‘young master...!!’ The adult's worried voice brought you to your senses for a moment. This was really real. It wasn't a lie, it wasn't a cruel nightmare. You had returned to that prison.

You sobbed, moans of pain leaving your mouth as you still struggled to catch your breath, Alfred stayed by your side, holding your hands to prevent you from trying again, He'd never seen you like this before, never thought you were capable of doing something like that, and the more he thought about it, the more terrified he became. What if you had a gun? A knife? Oh, He would never forgive himself for that.

Your eyes were too watery to see clearly, your gaze fixed on the now open door, the whole mansion was silent, but to you, they were like whispers, whispers that never left.

‘ugh—!... i feel sick.’ You murmured softly, abruptly removing your hands and seeking comfort within yourself, hugging yourself and hoping nothing more would happen but it didn't last, really nothing. You felt a gaze, a gaze that you could recognize from a distance, it was him, you looked up to find him watching the scene you created.

Alfred looked at him and simply looked away for a moment before greeting him properly. ‘master Damian.’ He said with a calm voice, the situation was serious but he... He was he.

You felt your body tremble and you could feel the anger that you had held in for 7 years, you didn't know what you were doing and you couldn't think clearly either, you only knew one thing, you hit Damian.

Alfred stood still like a statue, he knew you were in a vulnerable state but he didn't recognize that you could easily break at the sight of your family or at least, your brother.

‘wha— what's wrong with you?!’ He screamed but that scream you hated to hear because you knew he was ready to despise you, you grabbed another trophy to throw it at him but Alfred intervened, this time he took your side, he never did.

‘master damian! Please, stop. She's in serious condition.’ Alfred quickly justified it, Damian remained silent and looked at you again, this time realizing how you were and how the room was a mess. ‘So what? She thinks can throw a tantrum? Definitely not.’

‘shut up—!’

‘what?’

‘SHUT UP! I HATE YOU, I HATE YOU!!’

‘You—? oh.’

He remained completely silent as you writhed in the shadows that embraced you, shadows that never left you alone and perhaps you should have been grateful to them for not going completely crazy.

Alfred sighed, his eyebrows furrowed and he gave Damian a little push to leave the room, he left, still looking at you with an expression of confusion and deep pain that tried to disguise. Your words echoed completely in his vivid memory, his hands buried themselves in his hair as he gripped it with great force while his back slid against the wall next to your door. ‘UGH!—’

How can you hate him? How?— Aren't you that little girl who entered the mansion and tried everything to get close to him? Your older brother? What changed? What happened? What, what?! He couldn't allow himself to fall apart just because of that, he shouldn't let your words get to him, maybe you only said it because you were angry, yes, surely. He shouldn't have broken just because of that, he's... a well-trained boy, Talia al Ghul's son, he can't, no... So why does frustration fill every part of his being?

You felt like your eyes were exploding, they hurt, and so was your head, or rather, your whole body hurt, even your arms with scratches and cuts, your cheek with a scar that you got without thinking. All of this was real, it was real that Alfred took your side for the first time, it was real how Damian reacted quickly to your pitch, It was real like your room was the same, the pain was real, everything was real, so so real that you still couldn't believe it.

Alfred carefully pressed the wounds, slowly wrapping your arms with bandages. You weren't someone sensitive, not after what you went through in what is now your old life. You had had an insensitivity to pain, with all the wounds you got through your life, all your skin couldn't feel it properly and maybe it was an advantage, you never felt each wound again.

Still, you felt less human. If you couldn't feel pain, what were you then? A punching bag for those kids at your school? For your family? Maybe.

The older man's voice brought you out of your thoughts and you looked at him momentarily before looking down and losing yourself in the ocean of feelings you felt. He sighs again and leaves the room without being able to say anything, how could he anyway? They had neglected you so much that you were about to end your own life, he should tell the lord of the mansion but he can't, he doesn't know why but no, he can't.

Night had finally arrived, you knew everyone would leave, where to? You couldn't say, it was always a mystery but it was an opportunity not to escape, but to study the mansion and everyone, although in your old life you had allowed yourself to remember everything about each other, now they were just distant memories that were no longer in your head.

You didn't know where Alfred had gone but you didn't care, that didn't matter anymore so you barely heard the last one of them leave, You opened the door to your room and walked out silently. You were already dressed in your pajamas, ready to sleep, but today wasn't the time to sleep when everyone was awake too.

You looked around and walked carefully, going down to the main room and looking around again until you noticed something strange, maybe the mansion wasn't completely empty. Your gaze focused on the feet dangling from the armrests, large feet. ‘damn...’ You murmured as you noticed who it surely was, you approached trying not to be so noticeable but perhaps you knew that wouldn't work at all.

The figure was larger, of an adult, Jason.

The oldest brother, The resurrected one, the Robin, or whatever, you also temporarily sought his attention and affection but like everyone else, he was too busy to think about you. He was clearer with you, he made it clear that he didn't want you around even when you were determined to read all the books someone recommended just to keep you quiet.

Sigh... You looked closer and he was just sleeping with a book on his damn face, maybe it was a trick, you couldn't tell, you must have walked past and not paid attention but the air was cold or at least for you. You noticed that he was in his usual clothes,, you looked at him a little longer and simply placed a blanket over him and left, following your mission.

...

Silence, that was all, you had passed through a corridor so long that you felt it would never end. You had realized why, it was a corridor or hallway with all the family portraits, from the first Robin to the last, except you were the last and you had given up on the idea of being Robin. That's why yours was different, not with the idea of being special, it was the idea of seeing yourself as cool as all your siblings, so intimidating but at the same time with an aura of calm.

You loved your portrait, even as the years passed, you always admired yourself as a child, for your love of weapons even though one almost killed you. You, being the little 8-year-old with one of those long guns posing and holding it at the same time, loved your past self, brave, strong, and capable of doing anything. You are now a shadow of what you once were, and you didn't dislike it at all now.

And now, in that moment, it was just you and the shadows hiding in the darkness of this mansion.

new chapter yayy, excuse my inactivity !

I tried to focus a lot on the reader's reaction to having returned to that life again, it's like, I feel like she has to have some kind of anger because she ended her life because she didn't want to LIVE in that house and now shes back.

I have also seen in many fanfics that the reader first wanted the attention of the oldest brother, Dick, and wanted to change that because this reader is the youngest in the family and she wanted the attention and affection of Damian, her older brother.

and thats all... btw I'll be making the taglist soon, if you want to be added, please comment and make sure your settings allow it!

have a good day (⁠*⁠´⁠ω⁠｀⁠*⁠).

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die your daughter.

yandere! batfamily x neglected!reader

sipnosis: Your own desires were alien to your family, to the point where you are determined to commit an atrocious act but suddenly everything is 7 years ago when you were only 13 years old. Something has changed and you're not sure what it is.

She danced, danced and danced until she was exhausted until she finally managed to have his full attention, in her eyes he was the most beautiful man she had ever seen, she didn't want money, she didn't want fame, she just wanted to spend at least one night with him, talking perhaps, everything she desired in her broken mind.

And in her mind, she wanted to at least tell him that secret she kept for a year, the secret she was so afraid to tell him because she thought he would let her go and never want to know about it. So at least she wanted to get a good life for you, a life where you eat without worrying about her eating, a life where you could sleep warm, yes... That was all she wanted.

But the tragedy happened and at least she wanted her last words to be you, her beloved daughter.

So she finally spoke to him, whispered in his ear afraid the world would hear her, in a voice that was quiet and soon faded until finally it did, she vanished into his arms. He sighed, a lump in his throat prevented him from saying a few last words to his beloved and with all the regret in his body, he got up, heading to the changing rooms in the back, in search of his little treasure.

Everyone had left due to the commotion except him, he had to find you and he did, you were hidden in the clothes of the one who was now your deceased and beloved mother, Your body was shaking even with all the layers of clothing you had on you, it seemed like it wasn't enough.

Then he held you in his arms, his expression one of pain and exhaustion as he buried his face in your hair and whispered.

‘im sorry... please forgive me...!’ he says.

You were too young to understand so you just accepted the warm embrace of the man, a man you had never seen again in your life.

After that you had been adopted, it turns out that you were his daughter all this time but it seems that he forgot it and suddenly you were left in the shadows along with the memories of your mother.

You really didn't understand how he, your father, couldn't love you? Was that even possible? And to add to your loneliness, your siblings soon ignored you, so focused on their own lives that for a moment in your life, you wanted to be selfish.

After a few years, another child came, he who was truly your almost flesh and blood brother, You thought you could at least get along with him but you found out the hard way that you could never bond with him. The wound on your back still hurts, as a reminder of your entire family's ignorance, you hated that.

More and more scars stuck to your body, one more painful than the other, and the only way to avoid feeling it was to sleep in a strange dream, so strange that when you woke up, you forgot about it.

That was your salvation.

But they say good things don't last forever, and so it was. The dreams were even crueler, you woke up with even deeper wounds, and you felt like it was no longer helping you at all. The desperation was so great that you simply decided on a last attempt of faith to get closer to your siblings, you failed miserably.

The years passed and you became so dependent on your family that you hated it, you hated it so much that you wished you were dead, and yes, it was the best.

You did it and now you're back to relive the same nightmares.

NEW SERIES LOL i feel so evil (⁠+⁠_⁠+⁠).....

fated to pretend It will only have 4 chapters, I don't have many ideas except for a few things... But nothing more than that.

And this, well, I don't have a plan for when it ends.

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brutus.

fated to pretend.

(Discontinued)

platonic yan!batfam x blind!reader

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01.

02. the end

Ballad of Songbirds.

platonic yan!batfam x neglect!reader

sipnosis in process.

00. Legacy.

01. Robot

02. Kid of theater and music

oneshots, drabbles, etc !

homura!reader — batfamily.

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fated to pretend.

chapter two

platonic yan!batfam x blind!reader

tw: suicide attempts

It was such a cold night, a woman was violently grabbing her little daughter, forcing her to walk faster when she clearly knew that her daughter was blind and knew little about the streets.

‘mommy! you hurt me...’ The little girl sobbed, still trying to keep up with her mother, whose patience was clearly running out.

‘You, dumb kid, you don't even know how to do that!’ the lady shouted, some people looked at the situation with sadness but still did nothing, they complain so much and do nothing.

‘but mommy— i'm a good kid! I swear!’ She screamed back, still not understanding where to walk. What a big mistake (name).

The woman suddenly stopped her hurried steps, causing the little girl to crash into her and fall onto the cold, hard cement.

‘mommy?’ She called her mother but received no answer, her nerves and anxiety intensified even more and soon her breath was cut off, still desperately calling her mother but she just watched from a distance as she got into a black car, looked back at her little daughter and sighed tiredly, regretting having brought into the world such an innocent creature like her.

‘Let's go.’

The car started and drove off, leaving you to the dangers of the streets, with no defense for yourself. From that day on, you understood that it wasn't worth chasing people who only kept you away, that memory it's like a nightmare that repeats itself over and over again.

You understood that your current family wasn't worth it if they just left you aside, you could go out on your own or at least try, however, you knew that at least once you were old enough you would leave and be much more independent.

That was all you wanted but fate has other plans.

‘Your mother has told us wonderful things about you!’ The lady exclaimed so excitedly as she snuggled up to her husband, looking at the beauty of her niece's creation.

You had dissociated so much that you forgot half of the conversation, you didn't even know if Bruce and his children were still in the room, anyway, this was only your business and no one else's in that family.

‘my mother? oh.’ You murmured softly, lowering your head as you played with your hands that at some point, you started to hurt too much.

‘She's very sorry for what she did! She wants to see you.’ The man said, smiling so much that even if you didn't see them, you would know that they make up for that pure joy of seeing you, how cheesy.

You felt the anger of seeing that woman again. You tried to smile, but it was probably no use. This was all stressful, and it was your birthday! How hateful.

‘Your mother misses you, really... Maybe we could—’

‘NO!’ you screamed, silencing your uncles or whoever, your breathing quickened, you hate seeing that woman, you hate her, you hate this family, you hate everyone, they probably see you as a weirdo, a stranger in this family but it's okay, you always were, no one could really change that.

You didn't shout much and when you did, it bothered you, right? But none of your brothers could know it.

Half the family was here, chatting quietly in another part of the mansion, forgetting you in the process of everything, but your scream disconcerted them a lot. Damian heard you and quickly ran into the living room only to be stopped by Alfred who was proudly aware and waiting for him to be called.

‘You—!’

‘Me.’

While you, you... You were so upset that you didn't want to talk to anyone anymore, you knew that if you left right now they would stop you and God knows what they could say or do to you and your last hopes were that butler, the only one.

‘A— Alfred!’ This time you didn't scream, fearing something worse so you just said it in a slightly lower tone since you knew he was close, waiting for your cry for help and so it was.

The man walked in with such a serene face even if the previous discussion had made him feel uncomfortable.

‘sir and... miss, I need you to leave.’ — ‘BUT! why?!’

The argument escalated, you hated hearing the voices of that family and you hated seeing how Alfred dealt alone, yeah... You hate this family.

You sighed and started walking trying to get out of there, still stumbling in some places.

You had let your guard down for the first time, the subject with your mother was something you hated to talk about, you hated feeling how you trembled just by hearing words about her, why were you born? Why why why why why.

You were so caught up in your own thoughts of pain that you simply didn't pay attention to Damian, or anyone from this stupid family, they only cared when they showed up and then they left, they left you alone, if you were the same as before that would have devastated you but now you just didn't care, just like they don't care about you either.

Should you die? Yes, you could definitely try... lock you up and and....Yes, you will.

You walked and walked, with only one idea, to get rid of this unhappy life you got, this life that hates you that even had to put obstacles in your way to finally bring you down.

The noises had become muffled around you and as you felt yourself getting further and further away, you felt how the cold darkness of the mansion had subjected you to those thoughts and bom. A blow brought you to your senses.

You had collided with something or someone, it was hard as a wall but soft enough to try to tell it's a human or a dead.

You knew who he was, who was the one who always looked in the dark, who simply ignored you and acted as if you never existed, yes, the biggest failure of this family apart from you, Jason.

His presence was never pleasant and you always ignored him because he did the same thing, and you did it again, you pretended he wasn't there, you pretended to be the useless blind girl. You touched your sore forehead and sighed, you started walking again, this time trying to reach the stair railing to guide yourself better and get to your room as quickly as possible and you did.

You quickly locked yourself in and sighed. What would you do? You couldn't think properly in that state, you really couldn't then... Why?

You ran your hands through your hair, desperate, you didn't know whether to pull it out or not, you didn't know whether to scream or just cry, you hated feeling weak under their gaze.

Not even the girls in the family were here although they wouldn't be of help either, horrible, horrible!

‘ugh....’ Your throat hurt and you felt a sour taste, you wanted to catch the food that was going to come out in your mouth, but could you? You felt terrible and soon you felt the taste leave your mouth, a choking sound echoed in the room and you sobbed. ‘ugh— I feel sick....’

Now you were in the solitude of your room and your intrusive thoughts, becoming clearer and clearer, you didn't want to give in quickly.

HAII, SORRY FOR THE WAIT, I WAS SO BUSY WITH SCHOOL!!!! =⁠_⁠=

I'll soon make a taglist with the people who asked me the other time and if you want to be added, just ask without hesitation! :3

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i read a lot of fanfics with platonic yan batfamily x neglect!reader butt, i just got a idea, a reader who loves GUNS, every type of guns, even the smallest ones, even shotguns and etc.

inspo Nancy wheeler and Caitlyn Kiramman bc i love women ><

You, the forgotten and least loved daughter, or so you suppose.

You never received love or affection, maybe from Alfred but that man was too busy with family movie nights to think about you and your feelings but you didn't mind, your mother had told you about this, They all only cared about their own world, their own family, and clearly you don't belong there.

That was fine, you learned to vent your sadness, your anger in the pistol practices you had, every day you improved more and more, obviously you didn't say anything to anyone because really you no longer cared about the approval of your father, or your brothers, or anyone else. Your mother taught you to be strong and always stand up for yourself, and that's what you did.

Years passed and you dedicated yourself to training to be an officer, but an officer in the armed forces, the FBI or simply some organization. Your knowledge of weapons helped you reach higher levels, and perhaps clearly your last name, both last names, from your mother and Bruce.

From one day to the next you were the child prodigy, a prodigy in weapons and basic boxing.

You finally turned 18 and without hesitation you left to return to the old mansion where you lived with your mother. Once you moved from that place, you continued with your classes and training until you finally arrived, received your commission as an officer and soon joined an organization, And curiously, they supported every move made by Batman and the vigilantes, how absurd they were.

You didn't pay attention to either of them, no one had noticed their absence and it was better you wouldn't have to deal with them in your life but obviously fate doesn't seem to be on our side.

One of the many days that Batman was fighting crime, he had put himself in a very difficult situation and unexpectedly you appeared, with your aim and eagle eye you simply shot until finally the criminal fell. You knew who Batman was, you knew who the former and current Robins were, you knew everything about that family because once upon a time, you belonged to that mansion far from everything.

How cliché.

At the end of it all, Batman or Bruce had been impressed to see you in an officer's uniform and how big you looked, you were no longer the little girl who had arrived and was too shy even to speak to him, who was your father. You knew everything, but he thought you didn't, that you were still an innocent woman unaware of the secret identities.

‘u okay?’ You broke the silence as you looked around carefully. ‘You should be more careful, Batman.’

‘—ugh... yeah, thanks.’

You nodded and focused on putting the safety on the gun to help get the old man up.

Bruce really didn't know how to act, what tone of voice to use or how to treat her, after all she was his daughter, the little girl who ignored her entire childhood to find her again in her adulthood and— wait.

You left the mansion? When?

The sudden reality check had left him stunned, you just looked at him trying to decipher what was on his mind, you sighed tiredly and started to walk away, leaving the alley. ‘Well, have a good night. I have to keep working.’

Did the others know? Did they know you'd left the nest so long ago? And— since when did you know how to use guns?

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fated to pretend.

chapter one.

platonic yan!batfamily x blind!reader

It had been 5 years, of what? of your arrival at the mansion and Gotham, You had been introduced as the daughter of a thief and yes, you were, but you hated the way they said it in the newspapers, on the news.

Because of this, you simply ceased to exist, you dedicated yourself to focusing on your world and your world was fashion, shopping and simply audiobooks.

You had met the rest of the family, the oldest brother; Dick, then who was the biggest failure of the family, Jason, Tim and last but not least important, Damian. You didn't talk to them at all, that were small introductions but nothing more than that and well you were happy, you didn't socialize too much inside and the only person you would have the longest conversation, it was Alfred.

You thought too much and maybe it was because the others were important people and talented in the art of crime, they were vigilantes and you knew this because you had happened to overhear a meeting between them when you were younger (You didn't feel guilty about that btw).

They had a life full of dangers but at the same time fame, you were not interested at all and because of that, you suffered a little harassment from Damian, the younger brother. It wasn't serious, just small painful words about your origin, about the woman who gave birth to you and maybe something else about your disability.

After that everything stopped and you continued living like a ghost in the hallways.

You didn't have a bad life there, Alfred made sure you had a big bedroom, just like the others. That you have the education that is needed for a daughter of the Wayne family and after that, you were able to dedicate yourself to your music classes. Which weren't that difficult, you had learned to memorize every melody you played on the big stage, as if your own memory was the best resource you had to play, apart from the recordings.

You continued like this for a long time, soon it would be your 16th birthday and you were already used to receiving an expensive gift from Bruce, Judging looks from your brothers for the simple fact of being showered with pure money, You didn't care too much about the economic, you just wanted good clothes, good education and all your hobbies, you were happy that way.

You think you are humble and you really are, you had difficult times in your childhood but others don't believe it, they just see a spoiled girl who is lucky that a woman adopted her and later claimed by Bruce, or maybe it's Jason and Damian's thoughts. That bothered you a lot, but it was better not to take it seriously and let them continue with their jealousy like little children.

Today was the day you would be freed from your greatest sorrows, your birthday, you didn't expect it so soon but here it was, a la vuelta de la esquina.

You woke up, not in the best way, The beginning of your day was ruined by shouts, screams of complaint, you couldn't quite tell what they were saying. You could have continued in your beautifying sleep, but there was a knock at the door, you would have guessed it was Alfred but it wasn't.

‘(name)? are you awake?’ A familiar voice, all too familiar, it was the older brother, perhaps the definition of a perfect vigilante, Dick Grayson.

You could have not answered, but you know how it is, you know how all the children in this family are, so you better stood up carefully and with the help of your cane, you walked to the door, opening it.

‘Dick??... why, why are you here?’ As you became more awake, you noticed the shouting. You still didn't quite understand the sentences, but you knew it was downstairs, in the living room. ‘What is all that sound?

And with just those words, you heard Dick swallow hard and sigh tiredly, was it so serious? Was it another fight with Jason? But that voice sounded more like a man and a woman, so... Who were they?

‘They are.... uhh, special guests.’ He murmured softly, still trying to have that cheerful and confident tone, but they were vague attempts. He truly believed that you, the blind daughter, did not know how to read the atmosphere and listen carefully.

You didn't say anything, you were so lost in your thoughts that you didn't notice the footsteps coming up the stairs, and so another guest was at your door.

‘Young Lady, They require your presence in the room.’ Alfred spoke, almost interrupting the awkward conversation going on. Dick looked at him, frowning and with a face of disbelief. You were really going to meet the people who caused such a scandal?

‘But—! Alfred.’

‘Sorry Master, They have every right to see and talk to her.’

They? Who were the suspicious ones that the usually serene and calm butler mentioned and who had broken that mask, noticing a certain nervousness.

‘okay— I'll go talk to them.’

You left your cane by the door and headed to the living room. You didn't really need that much help. You had gotten used to the large mansion and it wasn't a problem anymore. Your hands touched the railings, carefully descending the stairs until the screams became less distant and you finally understood every word.

‘—YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND! OUR NIECE SAID THAT WE HAD CUSTODY OF (name)’ An older man, perhaps in his 30s, was screaming desperately, the woman at his side, who must have been his wife, was trying to calm him down, her expression full of shame for making such a scene.

‘dear— please... Stop!’

Bruce barely looked at them, maintaining a tired expression while his two sons stood by his side. Damian was sitting on the couch, his cheek resting on his hand, an expression full of annoyance at how two intruders had come to ruin the peace of his family and also that of his beloved sister.

‘You people have no right, whatever that bi— thief has said, you know it's a lie!’

‘Don’t call my niece a thief!’ — ‘But she is, a dirty thief.’ Damian was cruel, he was cruel, even when (name)'s uncles refused to accept the truth about their niece, he forced them to understand but as it is, they are all delusional and have so many hopes.

‘(name) will stay with us, She is my father's blood and also MY blood, apart from that she lived with a woman in Paris, it's curious that you haven't tried to communicate if you wanted to know about her so much.’

Yes, it was curious how Bruce let his youngest son speak for him and it was also curious how Tim had not spoken during the entire discussion, it was a fact that he did not have to spend his words and energy on people who do not understand the simple meaning of a piece of paper.

But other than that, he was the only one who had noticed your presence on the stairs, listening intently and as your eyebrows furrowed, it was definitely a horrible day for your birthday.

‘hello? May I know who you are?’ It was incredible how a few simple words from you had stopped the conversation, your now well-known uncles looked at you in surprise, you were a beautiful young girl who had grown up well and that was all they wanted for you.

‘ah! my dear...(name)...’

Damian rolled his eyes after seeing the change in attitude, it seems that children behave once you give them what they want And they wanted you, they wanted to have custody of you, but obviously it's something Bruce wasn't going to allow.

You sighed, it was going to be a headache, a horrible headache.

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Masterlist fanfic Yandere!Batfamily X Reader

NONE OF THESE FANFICS BELONG TO ME, this is more of a personal reading list of fanfics I follow and such, all the links lead you to the creators' direct blogs.

Almost all the fanfics in the 'platonic' section are with Neglected!Reader, I'm addicted to that trope.

More than one link will lead you to the authors' master list instead of a masterlist for the series. This is because they don't have a dedicated list for the series, and it was easier for me to keep them this way. (There are also links to the first chapter, in this case, the author probably left the other chapters there, in addition to imagines, headcanons, and drabbles on their own.) I thought about adding a short description below the links to explain what the fanfic is about… maybe I'll do it later or just leave it as it is.

Not - series

Again and. Again - series

Bruce hears Reader call someone else "dad." - drabble

Reader who only recognizes Alfred - drabble

[UN] Fair - series

Adorned in pearls (although Bruce here is not platonic…) - one shot

Batfamily with a Shallow Reader - imagine

Reader in Squid Games - imagine

Crack Baby - series

Smalltown Meta!Reader - series

Forget me not - series

No more Chances - series

Inmorta! Reader - series

Undoing Fate - series (it's not yandere but it has my favorite cliche so…)

Tip toes - series

Meet The Waynes - series

Bring back the dead - series

Obsessive reader in the shadows - imagine

There are two fanfictions here, the first fic doesn't have a name and I don't know what to name it. - series

Who said money can´t buy hapinness (considering the # I assume that the batfam is platonic….but I'm not sure) - series

Between life and death, death is tempting - series

Ain´t no sushine - series

Beyond the Bat - series

Crow choir - series

Waterbone - drabble

Marine!Reader - one shot? drabble?

Saboteur - series/imagine

Unwanted embrace - series

I'm almost sure this was one of the pioneering stories in this trope. - one shot

Little Demon - one shot

Goodbye World - one shot

Batsis wakes up in a fanfic - imagine? drabble?

Batfam playing with Reader - I think it's a drabble…I don't know

Pity Party - series

Yandere Al Ghuls! - series

How would they spend time with you after the kidnapping? -drabble

You´re a fucking weird hacker - one shot

Lucid Dreams - series

Ghost of the Past - series

Soulamate Soul Animal - series

Good Look(includes more DC yanderes characters) - series

Web Bound (It is NOT yandere, but it does have obsessive characters) - Series

Bug like Angel - series

The other family - one shot

Batman! Damian Wayne x Robin! Reader - one shot?

Children!Reader who loves Tim more than Dick - headcanon

Yandere!Batfam Headcanons - headcanon xd

What We Want - series

The sinfull Allure (the story is not yandere, but it has the batboys, and I love this reverse harem) - series

Seven Days a Week - Hit me Hard and sort - two series

First married to Bruce - one shot

As Yanderes´ Universe - one shot series?

Polyamory with Aged Up! Damian Wayne and John Kent - imagine

Sisters!Reader x Batboys - Headcanon? (according to the hashtags)

Greetings - drabble?

How Dick and Damian would handle learnig reader is dating somebody? - Drabble?

Addictive - Series

Do You Think We´ll Be In Love Forever? (includes more DC characters) - various drabbles

Perfect Life - one shot

Batboys and reader who knows - headcanon set?

Checkmate - one shot

Tim Drake x nursing student!Reader - one shot

Remedial Lesson (18+) - One shot

Dommy Mommy!Reader - headcanon

Reader hosted by Tim Drake - one shot

Yandere self-aware Dick Grayson - headcanon set

Moon Prism Power! - imagine

What types of yanderes would the Batboys be? - headcanon

Yandere!Batboys x Reader HC - Headcanon

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fated to pretend.

prologue.

platonic yan!batfamily x blind!reader

your entire life was in Paris, France. First you were raised by such a greedy woman and then abandoned for her, you never thought you'd have more family, then a millionaire woman took pity on you and adopted you as her beautiful daughter.

Your life was good, the only bad thing is that you will never be able to appreciate the beauty of the world, you were born without sight, at first it had been a complete curse but soon you adapted and somehow, you improved your own senses. Despite that, you were a little overprotected by the woman you called your mother, but that was okay; you understood her reasons perfectly, almost.

Years had passed, you turned 11 years old and on your birthday, a man appeared, you didn't know him and you definitely didn't know what he looked like, he was just a man, possibly in his 40s, His voice was so deep and hoarse, the fatigue was evident from inches away, but people who are only interested in power recognize status and appearance.

It turned out that your mother was a scammer and had managed to get into the billionaire's bed, As a result, you were born and the woman having achieved her goal, had escaped with money in her hands.

It was a painful story, it really was, but it didn't hurt you at all. A long time ago you stopped considering her your mother and focused on what you could do with your disability.

Leyla, that was the name of the woman, who had made a deal with the billionaire, Bruce Wayne. An agreement that you never knew the parts of, so you could only accept it and leave your home, friends, and life.

The day of your departure was painful, Leyla crying because unfortunately she didn't have that much power in your custody and in the end, true parents win the battle. And so you said goodbye, you got on the plane, and you looked back, you were going to miss your life in Paris.

On the plane, the man didn't say much and neither did you, you didn't see the need to talk to the strange man who claims to be your father when you really don't know if he means it. And even if it is true, you feel that you would have no obligation to call him father in your life.

Your hands played with each other, while you kept your head down, you were undecided whether or not to ask the man in front of you the reasons why he adopted you and how he found you but it was better to be direct once and for all.

‘Sir... I wanna ask you, why you adopt me?’ a soft but direct voice, even if you couldn't see you felt the atmosphere so tense and uncomfortable, surely he had a grudge against the woman for stealing. ‘I really don't know anything about you, nor did I know that woman was a thief.’

‘—You... could have ignored me and moved on with your life, don't you think?’

Suddenly everything went back to silence, this man definitely made you feel more uncomfortable than you thought and you hated how he just stayed silent for a long time, 10 minutes passed and he spoke, finally.

‘I loved your mother... So why did she do it?’ the same question you asked yourself for almost 9 years, “she did it because she wanted to”, that was what you wanted to answer so much, but you had noticed that the man really felt betrayed and you couldn't help but feel empathy for the first time.

‘I don't know, I never fully understood her despite being her daughter, I'll tell you one thing Mr. Wayne.’ You let out such a long sigh, the first conversation and it was already total chaos, a whirlwind full of emotions.‘Don't reflect her on me, I don't want to have anything to do with that woman, you didn't see it but I did, I saw her true nature.’

The air grew tense and Bruce let out a growl. He wanted to tell the girl in front of him that she knew nothing, that she was the best woman he'd ever met, but... was it true? She... She just... sigh.

‘I'm not stupid, I know what this world is like, I was born with this disability and I'll never be able to cure it.’

‘— You sought me out just for what? She sent you a letter admitting her sins and saying there was a daughter of hers missing in France? How stupid.’ Maybe it was your mistake to vent to that man, to your father, but you couldn't help but feel that he had simply idealized the woman who gave birth to you too much and from time to time, We must give a reality check to those who need it most.

Those were the last words you ever spoke to him, Bruce. The journey continued and after that, you stayed quiet simply letting out another tired sigh and focusing on something other than going to an unknown place.

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WHY EVERY NEGLECTED READER/YANDERE BATFAM SERIES I LIKE ALWAYS SUDDENLY ENDED UP IN HIATUS?!?!?!

Me rn:

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Angel above the tree.

platonic yan!batfamily x neglect!tifa!reader

sipnosis — in the hands of the time, she finally grow up and decides for the first time, to get away from that solitary environment and become an independent spy for a secret organization, that is until the family realizes the absence of her adorable sister and daughter, you, but thats really care? Or maybe... Obssesion.

english is not my first lenguage!

The life of a kid like you was difficult, very difficult indeed. The moment you stepped foot in that mansion, your fate was decided. You would be a ghost in the shadows because your siblings were too brilliant and strong in every way, even in strength, power, and intelligence.

And so was your father, Bruce Wayne, a billionaire who had gotten involved with a simple, but charming, dancer. That was real, and because of that, you had emerged, somehow created with love and being full of it by your mother. Who worked in something that even you, being her daughter, knew nothing about, and in some of those encounters, had died unexpectedly. So you had no choice but to go with that man and live with the rest of his family, who, at first, wasn't pleasant, and you ended up on terrible terms with some of them.

But that didn't matter now, and it didn't really cross your mind that it might matter, since you had only greeted the man who was your father twice in your entire life, not to mention your sibilings, who had almost the same job as vigilants and spent their time outside the mansion. Your only company was Batman's butler and most loyal companion, Alfred. He had taken care of your room, your food, and your education, both academically.

Nothing was wrong with that new life. You could wear the most expensive clothes in the world, have the most limited toys, and go to a very privileged private school, except that you lost your mother, the most beautiful and brave woman in the world, who filled you with endless love and had taught your current morals, your values, and everything you needed to know in that world full of dangers.

Your heart felt empty, very empty and never received any affection or love from your family, but you didn't need it. [Name] could grow up with the love of her own friends and Alfred. Yes, that was better than chasing after people who weren't truly worth it.

That was your life. You grew and grew for a long time, your appearance changing. During that time, you had seen the almost unbelievable resemblance to Bruce. That was your punishment for being greedy, at least a little, but it didn't matter. And so it continued until you became the young lady you was now. [Name] was only known in privileged schools because of the tournaments she had participated in, but that was okay. She didn't need or want the recognition her father or brothers had, vigilantes and heroes being hunted by villains.

Everything remained the same until your time had come. You had to continue your mother's legacy, and what better option was there than to participate in the secret organization in which she had once been a worthy and upright leader.

The letter had arrived in your hands the day before your 16th birthday. Alfred had seen it among all the mail and bills in the mailbox.

"Huh?" You let out a long sigh, your gaze returning to the man in front of you, and you smiled slightly. "I see. Thanks, Alfred. I'll take care of finding out what it is and tell you!"

You said with a cheerful facade and headed down the mansion's hallways, carefully examining the letter and perhaps guessing who sent it.

And in the midst of your thoughts, you bumped into Tim—yes, Tim himself. He was very tired and leaving his room after days of isolating himself in his investigation. But you hadn't really made much effort to improve internal relations in the mansion, so you simply walked past him, still focused on the letter and eager to know what was inside.

Tim had noticed your presence. In fact, he expected a greeting or at least a glance from you, but it didn't come. It didn't surprise him since he had started the rumors at your old school that you were a thief and a bad friend (and consequently, you changed schools, stopped talking to him, and never looked at him again). The boy just sighed and headed to the other side, in search of food and coffee to survive in his world of technology and investigations.

You, on the other hand, locked yourself back in your room, which you treasured your entire life because it has all your history and achievements written on it, even furniture with trophies and medals, posters, portraits of your mother and your old pet. It was your cave, your home, everything you dreamed of having back in the days when you lived in an apartment far from everything and everyone with your mother.

You tried to push away all those feelings of sadness and looked at the letter again. It was time to read it, so you wasted no time and broke the pretty seal it had (perhaps you'll save it for your journal). You put the piece of paper aside to read the real thing. It was like a document, a contract for something suspicious.

"Hello, [name] Wayne Jones.

We are Fantasy, a secret organization of spies and agents, specialized in punishing all injustice in Gotham and around the world. We have learned of the passing of your mother, Avigail Jones, which we still mourn deeply. We also know that she never told you her biggest secret, which was this: Mrs. Jones was the leader of the group, a very worthy and incredible woman. Her work and achievements are still being mentioned.

Therefore, we would like to say that we want to recruit you, train you, and, if you wish, continue the legacy your mother left behind.

Surely this is a lot to process, and as such, you'll be able to think it over and analyze it all. When you're ready, you can send us a letter whenever you want. We'll be eagerly awaiting your arrival."

The letter had left you in complete shock.

"What the fuck?!" You muttered, poker-faced. You didn't know if it was a joke in bad taste from your old enemies at school or the real deal. You were at least able to confirm that it was true. They'd left a card of introduction inside the envelope, with a phone number and email address.

You still couldn't believe it. Could you really leave this place?!

It was definitely the best early birthday present ever; it had surpassed the limited-edition handbag Bruce had given you.

So, I think this fic would be a one-shot very quick and WIP.

inspo by @cosmosluckycharms @acid-ixx and @nikovraskol, their stories are incredible ....(⁠个⁠_⁠个⁠)

have a nice day!!!

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