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"I'm going to do so much writing this weekend!"

Gets a cold and feels too shitty to sleep it off.

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Shout-out to that Teehee anon. I don't know how you did, but you got me out of my writing low. Writing ditch? I don't know, but I feel oddly motivated getting those two asks and it's just nice getting back into writing.

Love anon, you beautiful bastard.

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same person who said teehee(batfam related again xx)

so anyway!!!

you also mentioned that Selina likes y/n, and I seriously need a small drabble w their interactions! I bet that's why y/n likes cats so much! cause she was hanging out with Selina or with Selina in almost all her patrols hihihi

I hope you enjoy this anon. I just made them into HC, I hope you don't mind. Though if you aren't satisfied with it feel free to send another ask. 😊

Selina meets y/n when she takes the role of Batgirl. It's an average night for Gotham. Stealing jewels and whatever catches Selina's eyes. Then there's a little squabble with Batman.

She puts down her bag of stolen goods to fight. She is so focused on fighting with Batman that she almost doesn't notice the figure taking her bag and starts trifling though it. They take whatever they're looking for and place it back to where it belongs.

Batman and Selina are fighting while Batgirl! y/n is trying to put everything back to the way it was.

Oh, no there's some broken glass! Batgirl! y/n goes to the janitor's closet to grab a broom and sweeps up the glass. She might have pulled out the mop if she didn't notice an opening for her to strike.

The kick to the back didn't hurt Selina in the slightest, it just caught her off guard. Though Batgirl! y/n acts like she just stabbed Selina.

Blabbering about how she's sorry and hoped that it didn't hurt too much. But Selina fondly remembers how Batgirl! y/n admitted that she thought her cat ears looked cute.

After that they'll have little interactions every so often.

Maybe if they have a fight or something Selina will say, "You don't want to get hurt do you, Kitty?" Then young Batgirl! y/n smiles. Slightly puffs out her chest, "I'm no Kitty. I'm a Chickadee, that's what my Mama called me." Selina then just calls her Chickadee after that.

Young y/n finds out about Selina's real identity when at a Gala. She's probably goofing off with Tim or just sitting alone bored when she hears a familiar voice call her Chickadee.

She thinks it's a big secret knowing who Catwoman really is. Doesn't tell Bruce or even Tim even though they knew long before her. Thinks she hot shit with this information and believes she's just best friends with Selina than the other two. No, y/n you aren't supposed to befriend the criminals!

Honestly a few villains might hear about the little nickname y/n was giving and mock her. "What are you going to do about it, Chickadee?" She always pouts a little before saying, "You aren't allowed to call me that!"

If there was a big fight going on, Batgirl! y/n was severely injured Selina would jump in. Depending on how bad the injury is she'll either defend y/n from anymore harm or just kidnap her.

y/n wakes up in a cozy bed with some cats laying around her. She's convinced she's found haven. Spends the rest of the night with Selina as she introduces y/n to all her cats.

They just have a little soft spot for each.

y/n wants hugs. She's a touch starved goblin, but she's too scared to ask. Though if she just asked Selina, she'd gladly give her as many as she wanted.

At the start y/n isn't given too much "freedom" during patrols. She's still young, inexperienced, and not to mention she can be a bit innocent. Though when she has a few years under her belt, I could see Bruce begrudgingly letting her patrol on her own.

This isn't where the family neglect starts, so Bruce is pretty connected to her. Not to mention that Jason was probably still in the back of his mind.

I couldn't really see y/n being one to skip patrol duty. Too much of a goody-two-shoes to really do that. Though I could see Selina coming by to play around and distract her from her duty.

Selina could be doing this from boredom or wanting to see the girl relax. A kid shouldn't be so serious. They should be growing up and being care free. She'd also like for y/n to grow up and not become so brooding like her father. Though thankfully y/n is willing to entertain Selina from time to time.

If things are calm, they might sit in alleyways to pet stray cats while chatting. Their conversations are nothing serious and quiet mindless honesty, but it's nice.

They can both just take a breath and bask in the cuteness of the alley cats.

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I made a drawing of what I picture Batsis! y/n to look like.

Of course she looks like whatever you want her to look like. That the beauty of y/ns.

Some Batsis! y/n headcanon

For her first birthday at the manor, she wanted a pearl necklace. Specifically a black pearl because it had reminded her of her late grandmother's necklace. Then at the same time she struggled with wanting a white pearl one because she liked how it looked in the portrait of Martha Wayne.

When explaining her little dilemma to Jason, he just rolled his eyes and said to ask for two necklaces. y/n argued that she would only need and wear one. Then he told her to just have both pearls on the same necklace. He didn't understand why she was getting so worked up about something when she should be focusing on her fighting stance.

Once y/n was gifted the necklace, she never wanted to take it off. You'd rarely see her without it.

Until one day it just broke. Pearls fall to the ground and she's scrambling to get them back. One falls down the sewer drain and she's in tears. She gets back home and she is just heartbroken. Actually, I'd like to touch on this a little more and will be writing a one-shot about it.

In the end she ends up making earrings out of them. It isn't until she moves out the manor that she stops wearing them.

The Flash is her favorite superhero. The first time she was 13/14 years old met him she had a crush on him. He was just every out going, funny, and kind.

Now that I think about it. Maybe y/n's into red heads. She's crushing on Berry and Babs for a bit then goes on to dating a Valeska.

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teehee I have a small thought (batfam related, yk that one where y/n gets killed)

imagine if y/n was brought back by the pit, but instead of being a "shell" in that hc u made, she becomes completely stoic, like just blurts out what she was feeling back when she was neglected with the most blank expression ever, I imagine it being more focused on bruce and Damian since yk..bruce was the shittiest parent ever, and Damian with his sparky ass insults.

You…God, damnit Anon. You summoned me and I suddenly have the motivation to write after reading your two requests.

I don't know if you wanted a one-shot or HC. So I just went with a HC because it's much easier to push out. Though if you want me to make a one-shot feel free to ask. I'll take 7 years to write it. Though at the end I did sort of a one-shot.

Damian should have known something was wrong when y/n didn't start thrashing around and attacking anything that moved after crawling out of the pit. She just stared at her hands, clenching them into firsts and then unclenching them slowly.

Maybe Damian was too relieved to see y/n breathing and moving to really care. Maybe he thought that she was just in shock. Coming back to life isn't always expected and it can take a real toll on someone.

Not to mention that y/n was, compared to her brothers, far weaker. Not just physically, but mentally as well. So it's not surprising that she was so docile, right? It's only a matter of time before that effect wears off and she'll be normal. Or something close to normal.

Okay, maybe deep down Damian knew that there was a chance that he wasn't getting y/n back. Everyone knew that there was no getting her back, but he was willing to take the risk. He came this far and it didn't take long for Bruce to pick up on what his youngest was doing.

Damian has his big sister back and he's not going to let her go again. It's only a matter of hours before Bruce comes breaking down the door to drag them back to Gotham. So Damian took the time to clean up y/n.

She was still in her funeral clothes for goodness sake. She reeked of death, but that didn't stop the boy from hugging her tightly.

While getting cleaned up, she doesn't say a thing. Or even make a lot of noise. It was almost like she was still dead.

By the time Bruce gets there, he's not surprised by Damian's actions. He thought of doing the same thing, but he couldn't bring himself to do such a thing. He couldn't disrespect her life by bringing her back. How could he dare think of that when she looked so at peace when she died.

He remembers how her body was tense before it became horrifyingly relaxed. There was a fear of death in those [eye color] eyes, he knows because he saw it. But it was so quick and fleeting that he could have missed it if he wasn't so close.

In a twisted way he wished y/n had clung on to him just like she did when she was a wide eyed little girl and cried. Cry that she didn't want to die. Cry that it was too early to leave now. Cry that she didn't want to leave them.

But all she did was give a crooked smile and mumble to herself as blood dribbled down her chin. She spoke incoherent things to herself. A name or two slipped from her cold lips, but they weren't ones of her family. From what he gathered it was just a close friend and her significant other's name. She died thinking of those who cared and loved her back. Not of the family that she couldn't stand to be around.

Even when her own adopted father held her dying from close, they were far from her line of thought.

So seeing y/n alive was gut reaching for Bruce. There was no pain, anger, sadness, or joy on her face. She was just there. Staring at him with an uncomfortable indifference.

Damian was ready to start a fight with Bruce. Not a physical one, but he would cross that line if he needed to. He was ready to defend himself in what he thought was best for y/n. Yet Bruce lets out a quiet sigh and tells that it's time to come home. How anticlimactic.

The plane ride back to Gotham is long and quiet. It also felt cramped by how close Damian was to y/n and unwilling to give her too much space.

By the time they made it back to the manor, everyone was caught up to date. The development is surprising to some while others not so much.

Everyone is in the bat cave. Gathered around to see y/n back from the dead. The silence is deafening as they wait for something. Just something from her, but she walked past them all. Out of the cave and to where her room was. Nothing was out of place in her room, though it was mostly empty after she had moved out a few years ago. She laid on her bed and slept as if nothing was amiss.

That's where the family infighting starts. Question of was this the right thing. What are going to do now? Why the hell did you think this was a good idea? There's going to be a lot of hash words being shared, but at the end of the day what was done was done and they had y/n back. They weren't going to mess up the second time.

Did they really get a second chance because it didn't feel like it. A week would pass and y/n has yet to come out of her room. She's alive and breathing because the trays of food left outside her door are always empty.

The camera's installed while she slept showed that she was doing nothing. All she did was lay in bed. She'd get up to use her private bathroom, but other than that there wasn't much. She was rotting away alone in her room.

This rang familiar bells in Alfred, Bruce, and Tim's head. y/n wasn't prone to long depressive episodes, so this could be something similar. The lack of socializing and excessive oversleeping was typically a big red sign for them to do something. In the past they would not force, but push her into doing social things or at least being out of her room.

They could approach this situation the same way, but they'd have to be extra careful. This was a unique and tricky situation to be in. It was also odd if not worrying that she hasn't succumbed to lazarus fever.

They could try to bribe y/n out of her room with activities that have to do with her old hobbies.

"Alfred is baking today, he said might need some help."

"I just stole the keys to the batmobile, you wanna take it for a ride?"

"Hey, do you want to…um, play a video game with me. I remember we used to play Hellflight Deadcraze a lot. They came out with the 3rd game. I just bought it today, so...Yeah."

Though the likelihood of that working is low. If they're really desperate to interact with her, they might as well just bust down her door.

At some point all the poking and prodding is going to irritate y/n. Whoever popped her bubble is going to be on the receiving end of pent up emotions.

I don't believe y/n would ever intentionally say how much the family's treatment harmed her. Again it would bubble up and fester for a while before she explodes. The thing about y/n is that she has an inferiority complex. In her life she aimed to please and help.

She understands that Gotham is dangerous. A lot of people need help and she couldn't bring herself to pull them away from their job. To her it would be like pulling a fireman away from a fire to chat as people burned alive. Even if the fire was out the fireman would be tired and need to rest, so she couldn't just pull them wherever she wanted to go. She shouldn't pester them.

In y/n's eyes, she was never worthy of being a hero because she wasn't good enough. She was never worthy of being with the family because she wasn't helping enough. She should do this to prove her worth. She's not worthless because she can do this for you and this as well!

She embodies inferiority and self-loathing. Someone that feels insignificant and has the strong urge to do more. She has- or had in this situation, hope. Hope that she'll be worthy of love. Love, affection, praise is what drives her and will seek it out if she's desperate. If she does ask or seek it out she'll be feeling guilty since she didn't really do anything to get it. In her mind she was being greedy and she couldn't help herself.

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"Just stop. Leave me alone." Her voice was almost pleading as she gripped the wrapped gift box. The gift was a symbol of peace, almost a treaty. That's all it was supposed to be, but she acts as if she had been spat in the eye.

Seeing that Bruce wasn't listening to her, she dug her nails into the gift. Almost tearing into the [favorite color] wrapped paper. He stood before her like an unmoving entity. The longer he stood by the more she wanted to snap into herself. She didn't want to slowly curl into a ball. She wanted to snap herself together with a violent and almost sickening crack. This just wasn't fair.

Clenching her jaw, her voice became much colder. It wasn't as cold as the middle of winter, yet it still had a chill to it.

"I thought you'd get it that I didn't want this. I shut you out, but you- all of you just keep buzzing. None of you are getting the hint. You just keep coming back louder than before. Why can't you let me be alone? Why can't you act overworked and tired? Why can't you just leave things the way they were?"

Bruce was conflicted upon hearing her say that and would try to claim that everything is going to come around. Everything always comes around in the end and this wouldn't be any different. They are going to get through this as a family.

y/n's frown would deepen and her eyes would furrow at his attempt at comfort. She looks as if she just ate something that was expired, leaving her mouth with nothing but a nasty sour taste.

"Because we're family." She whispered to herself before almost grimacing at the words. Her voice became sharp and cold as a blade, "I don't understand why you'd suggest that was still a part of the family. I don't think I've been family for a good while now."

She clicked her tongue as she dropped the gift box while looking Bruce in the eyes. "Come on, you can't say you cared about me after I stopped being useful. When did you realize that I wasn't anything special? Was it when I kept crying about punching villains or when I was too slow to teach."

Seeing the conflicted look in his blue eyes confused her. Why would the truth conflict someone unless it was pity. Even after all this she's just a pitiful little crybaby to him. One good hit and she's out wailing on the floor for someone to kiss her boo-boo away.

Somehow this hurt her. Her pounding heart felt like it was twisting on itself. She wanted to cry and laugh at how she thought things couldn't get any worse. Then somehow it did. The universe, the world, the Wayne had proved her wrong yet again. It was as funny as it was sad.

She could have broken down there, but she needed to hear it. She had to hear the truth, so she kept twisting her heart with her own hands. It didn't matter how much it hurt.

"Or maybe you were in denial? You had wasted a lot of time and resources on a dud. Then Damian threw cold water on you and left you shivering, right? I'm just leeching off of you and the others. Then…Then you choose them over me. I was an afterthought, or is that being too generous? Did I ever circulate in your mind before this?"

Her voice was becoming shrill and gruff like she was on the verge of tears. "When did you realize that I was dead weight, Batman? Did I make Bruce Wayne look more caring to the people when I talk about how much I love my family? Did my life serve any use or was I always just a speck of dirt on your shoes?"

Those words were far from the truth, yet with how she spoke Bruce knew that she believed in all that she was saying. Each and every word was true to her. Honestly he didn't know what to say. This was all too much. Having to hear your own child degrade themselves with such honesty was heartbreaking.

Taking his silence as a sort of confirmation, y/n ordered him to leave and of course he did. He'd fix this somehow. He just needed time. They needed time.

I cut off the ending because I didn't want to write too much. Anyway I hope you enjoyed it. I haven't proofread this, Google Doc says there aren't any errors (probably a lie), and it's 3 in the morning. Goodnight.

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It's normal to want to delete all of your writing, right? I like I look back and go ew, why did I think it was good enough to post?

Just burn all of my old writing like it's spring cleaning. Purifying the world of my writing.

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Hello, could I make a request for a Barbara Gordon x reader please( man that sounds pushy) if it could be fluffy that would be amazing. There isn’t a whole lot on her. If you don’t want to write it that’s okay. Have a good day or night

Subtlety Relax

Barbara Gordon x Fem! Reader

Barbara has always been enthusiastic about her work. It was something y/n respected and supported regardless of her worries with vigilantism. Even after being wheelchair-bound, y/n would have thought that was where she'd end that line of work. Of course, she shouldn't doubt her girlfriend for a millisecond.

y/n is happy that Barbara is doing something that's she passionate about and actively helping save lives even if it's not directly anymore. She is happy for her, but y/n has noticed a few things.

Sometimes Barbara forgets to keep work at work and relax. There's always a new case that needs to be solved. Another threat to the city. y/n isn't sure what to do since she's not in that particular line of work. She was nothing more than a civilian. What right did she have to speak to Barbara about something she's been doing for years?

It just didn't seem right, so she always opted to be on the sidelines. Being a good girlfriend by cheering Barbara on and doing anything to help out. That worked for them for a while, but sometimes things become too much. She'd either bite more than she can chew or be burned out.

Playful remarks would become snappy, hiding her frustration. It was always unpleasant for everyone, so y/n did something she'd never done before. Pull Barbara away from something.

She didn't forcefully make Barbara drop her work. No, that could lead to an argument and resistance. Maybe even distancing herself from y/n. What y/n did was make small efforts to relax Barbara whenever they were together.

A normal afternoon becomes a trip to the massage parlor. A small date at y/n's apartment becomes a candle-lit dinner with Barbara's favorite dishes. Just before bedtime, y/n coincidentally ran a bubble bath and it's a shame to enjoy it alone.

There's also a lot of lavender scents because when she looked up things that can calm someone. Lavender oils were one of the first results.

In all honesty, y/n thought she was being subtle with it. Somehow y/n has once again doubted Barbara.

"I know what you're trying to do." Barbara watched y/n closely. Her eyes widened slightly before going back to normal. "Doing what? What am I even doing?" She laughed.

"You've never been into scented oils or lavender. Even when you aren't around I can still smell the lavender." y/n's face fell for a moment, but she still tried to play it off. "Okay, you don't like lavender. I'll throw out anything that has lavender." Barbara raised an eyebrow wondering if y/n would do as she said. A part of her says she wouldn't, but it wouldn't be out of character. If Barbara asked y/n to jump, she'd ask how high.

Being under Barbara's watchful eyes made y/n squirm but not crack. Not yet. "What? Do you think I'm going to, I dunno know, take over the world with lavender?" She laughed while Barbara kept a stone face.

A simple act made y/n crumble. When Barbara held her hand and said her name while looking at her with those blue eyes, who wouldn't crumble? Or slightly crack at the very least. y/n sighed, tilting her head back and her shoulders lost all tension in them.

"You've been stressed with work and I thought I'd just- I dunno. I didn't want to distract you or anything, so I made reservations for the massage parlor. I somehow burnt water trying to cook—" The woman cut y/n off with a deep kiss.

"What-?"

She didn't let y/n express her confusion. "Thank you. I appreciate it, but next time you can tell me to get off the laptop."

"Can I pull it out of your hands and throw it out the window?"

"Not if you want to pay for a new one."

She huffed, "That's fair, I suppose."

I'm sorry. This is so trash and I wasn't exactly sure what to write. I tried to push this out to focus on other things I'm currently writing. Thank the person who requested this for being such a sweetheart and I'm sorry it turned out like this.

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Gotham Isekaied Reader

I have an idea. It's nothing new. I wrote nearly 5 pages of this idea, but I'm too scared to post it since it's filler and I even drew a cover. So I will ramble about this idea through headcanon. Some Jerome x Reader, I’m sorry. I can’t help myself. CW: One mention of suicide.

y/n wakes up to find that her life has gotten a major upgrade. Any flaws that her family has is erased. Did mom drink away stress? Now she doesn’t even touch alcohol. Dad isn’t smoking away his life. Her older brother is a law-abiding citizen who is studying to become a lawyer. Her younger brother is more positive about life and growing up in a home that they wished they had.

Not to mention that they’re rich. She no longer lives in a bad neighborhood and sleeps in a snazzy mansion.

Life is looking up until y/n turns on the TV with a news story about a man killing corrupt people with weather balloons.

She sits there thinking, ‘This was nice, but I should be getting back home.’

Maybe y/n’s close friends with Bruce beforehand. That’s when she realizes that she has to learn about the other y/n’s life. She can’t risk telling anyone about “we’re in a shitty TV show” without everyone considering throwing her into a mental institution. Tough luck because she ends up in Arkham regardless.

She writes down plotlines that she remembers. Making files on the character that she has met. Her files are hidden away in her room and aren't brought up later down the line when a certain person finds them.

How y/n ends up in Arkham is complicated. I want y/n to be completely sane through our POV, so she’s not going to be “I’m so insane and quirky”. Maybe she’s framed or killed someone in self-defense. Well, okay, I have thought out what gets her thrown into Arkham, but I don’t think anyone would find it interesting.

During her trial, the prosecutor will use her history of depression and suicide attempts to paint her as a homicidal. The whole trial is fishy, yet ends with her being locked up.

Bruce believes y/n when she says she hasn't done anything and promises to get her out of there. Legally of course.

Alfred probably tries to keep Bruce from visiting because Arkham has a reputation and doesn’t want him to be anywhere near there. The poor boy is going through too much in a short amount of time. 

So Bruce will send Selina to deliver anything. Or they both run away to visit y/n. When they come back to the manor and Alfred is questioning them, they both lie by saying that they’re somewhere else.

Bruce just wants to make sure his bestie is alright. Selina is just along for the ride but might visit y/n even when she doesn’t need to.

While in Arkham y/n is vibing in her little corner when Jerome starts bugging her. Might tell him about some plotlines just to see if anyone would believe her.

Jerome just laughs it off and starts orbiting y/n because she’s interesting. She tends to ramble and mumble to herself, for some reason he finds it so cute.

“You’re kind of funny, but I wouldn’t call you a joker.” She says before thinking, ‘Because legally you aren’t him. Thanks a lot, higher-ups.’

He writes about her in his diary and uses any stickers that she gives him. ‘Yeah, she's weird. Calling people characters and saying that we aren’t real, but she’s my little weirdo. I also got another pack of Hello Kitty stickers from her.’ Then he proceeds to doodle her with crayons.

When Theo Galavan surprise adopts them, Jerome starts taking y/n’s words more seriously. Still doesn’t believe her when she says he and everyone aren’t real. Like how is that possible? He feels real, oh whatever he has no time for that.

At the manor, Bruce is freaking out and dialing Jim begging him to save his bestie from that homicidal ginner. Theo has to make it seem like y/n is a hostage since she refuses to do any killing and Jerome has scary dog privilege.

‘They aren’t real. They aren’t people.’ She’d try to tell herself, but she just can’t bring herself to try to hurt someone. y/n is one of those freaks who try to drive safely in GTA without running over anyone or anything.

She doesn’t think that her words mean anything and that everything will follow the script. Until she tells Jerome to take an extra lighter with him. She’s chilling by herself when the news shows footage of a burnt bus and the news anchor talking about the cheerleaders who lost their lives.

That’s when y/n starts thinking over everything she’s said. She debates whether or not she should tell Jerome about Theo’s betrayal.

‘The show does start declining in ratings when he’s killed off. I could be doing the writers a favor, but what about the people? No, characters. They’re just characters! They aren’t real!’

In the end, Jerome is killed off and she’s put back into Arkham. Everyone is surprised by how calm she is after Jerome’s death. Not upset or anything. Like weren’t they close? Maybe their relationship was more one-sided.

Jim will question y/n and she might let a few things slip. Most brush her words off as they believe that she has some sort of Stockholm syndrome and is angry at Theo for killing her captor.

Back at Arkham, y/n yells, “FUCK!” When seeing Hugo Strange.

When Theo is dealt with, Jim will visit her or send her a thank you card for pointing him in the right direction regarding the investigation.

I’m getting tired and I might continue writing about this.

But I was going to have y/n be free from Arkham when some evidence regarding her case comes out. y/n will be outwardly passive throughout the story.

In the end, I was going to have y/n be the one who becomes Joker. Maybe she falls into a tub of chemicals. Don’t worry darling you aren’t going to be deformed like Jeremiah at the end. You’ll look different, but still smoking hot. 😘

Anyway seeing the physical change, her dwindling hope of getting back home, and her mental state being worn out. She decides to step up and take the name of Joker.

Bruce angst all the way. Maybe angst for other characters, but I could see this tearing him apart. He’s forced to watch his closest friend be replaced by a cackling monster. To then eventually start fighting against her.

She doesn’t react to being called y/n anymore, but she’ll give Batman/Bruce a melancholy look if he calls her by that. He doesn’t call her y/n often because that wasn’t y/n. y/n l/n was dead and there was no way she was coming back.

The theory of Joker being sane will ring true to y/n. She knows this isn’t real. It’s just fiction and any good piece of fiction needs a good villain. Since she’s not making it back home, she’ll make things fun.

Or multiple endings because those are always fun.

“Jerome? Jeremiah? Never heard of them.”

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Dude. I need to get off Tumblr and go back to my roots of Quotev. Write up to 5 pages to only delete it after realizing how tash it is.

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Batsis! y/n would warn her friend or s/o of her family before meeting them. She'd probably invite them for dinner to meet. When warning them she'll write a little file on each family member. She making it seem like they're fucking SCPs.

Alfred the Butler- Not harmful, completely safe to be around. Please treat him nicely. He's every sweet and makes good food. Also every fast, travels 15 to 18 mph.

Bruce Head of the Family- He looks like he'll snap your neck, but probably won't. The worst person to have small talk or try to have a conversation with. Might just teleport behind you, so make sure to look over your shoulder.

Dick the Golden Boy- He makes up for Bruce's silence by talking too much. He'll probably ask about everything because he's nosy and persistent. Just try to answer every question so he can lock on to another target.

Jason Cousin Jonny- Not sure if he'll come over, but please be wary of him. He's fucking tall and will beat you up before shooting you if he feels like it. He probably won't harm you unless you engage with him. He's only there to stuff his face with food, not to socialize.

Tim the Ultra Nerd- He's smart only when he's on coffee, but safe to be around regardless. If he looks like he's about to drop his face on to his plate, it's because he's hasn't slept in two days. He injects caffeine into his bloodstream and should be dead right now.

Damian the Homunculus- He's a little shit. Don't show any weakness and try not to take his words to heart. Actually just try to ignore him to the best of your abilities. He has a temper and is prone to throwing knifes at others. There is no real way to defend yourself just try to run.

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I have an idea for a fanfic. No one is going to read it and I don't care until someone comments the most sweetest and heartwarming shit on another fanfic. Forcing me to divert my attention and start writing something else.

I am ashamed at how the littlest of praise motivates me.

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Future Child

Okay, Batsis reader. Right? On board? This is around the time when y/n has given up the nightlife and hasn't detached herself from the family.

I'm gonna go off the wall and say what if the family was visited by y/n's child from the future? I know it sounds crazy, but please listen. The family could run a DNA test or the child could walk up to Bruce in broad daylight and whisper, "Hello, flying rodent".

They won't reveal their name, so they're just called V.

During their time there Dick would be so tempted to ask about the future. Maybe not things specifically about his life because he knows they can't answer questions like that. But he'll ask just stupid questions like do cats have jetpacks or something? He'd also try to get to know his nephew. What they like, personality, etc.

Tim and Bruce would be poking at them on how they got here. Though Bruce probably had to take a moment to crack a smile for a split second. He was going to be a grandpa one day and the thought made him tear up. It's just happy news all around for him but he wouldn't dare show it.

Damian would be observing them closely and taking note of their outfit which looked to be something a hero would wear. Making him wonder what kinda of hero they were and if they were any good at fighting. Both Jason and Barbara just stood back from the situation. Babs is still in a bit of shock but is happy to hear that y/n was able to gain the domestic lifestyle she wanted.

y/n's child gives them a gist of how ended up here without giving names. Dick would notice V glancing around the cave and offer to give them a tour. They except of course. He takes note of how V doesn't seem into small talk but asks a lot of questions. The whole family picks up on how X asks a lot of questions about y/n. Their mother. It's odd and a bit worrying to Bruce, but the others just think that y/n didn't talk too much about her time as Batgirl.

Everything is relatively calm until y/n walks into the Batcave for her laptop. V's calm, almost stoic mood is dropped. Tim and Bruce see how V almost took a step forward, but reluctantly stood still. How V started rapidly blinking their eyes and struggling to look at y/n.

Dick would probably zoom up to y/n with a big smile, "Hey, Mama bird, did you get the diapers?" And y/n just gives him a confused, maybe even sacred look.

Everything is going fine. The family is working together on getting them to their time. Cool, yeah, whatever.

But what if there's just something that triggers V. It could be something that was said or asked that leads V and y/n to argue. It's not even arguing. It's just V spilling out grievances about their father and kind of insulting y/n.

"I can't believe you'd still defend him even before you met him. How rich."…"You didn't plan me, but Dad did and you were somehow okay with it? I was only there to keep you down, but what about the other two? Did you love them more because Dad didn't plan them?"…"Dad may have cared about you, but not us. You weren't a monster like him, but letting him get away with so much makes you just as guilty."…"You're both broken people. Maybe you two are meant to be."

V storms off and y/n retreats to her room. Everyone is dumbstruck by this sudden revolution.

Eventually, V does apologize to y/n. When she awkwardly accepts, they get misty-eyed because they really didn't mean to say any of that. They know how she doesn't take the apology, not entirely, and they feel like shit. They do care about their mom, despite all that they said.

When it's almost time for V to return back to the future they pull the whole family aside. Excluding y/n so she won't hear what they're going to say.

"As you guessed my Dad wasn't the best. Mom never talked about any of you and with Dad being a villain I could understand why. He's not a good person in general. Mom deserved better, so this time around try doing a better job. Don't let her slip away or be taken away. If I'm born then you know you failed."

This resonates with the family and brings up questions that won't be answered anytime soon. I could see this leading the family to become yandere or overprotective. Either one is fine because their efforts are futile.

If going down the Yandere route then I could see them becoming so overbearing that y/n runs from them. They control her life. Who she talks to, where she goes, what she does. She can't live like this and she runs away when given the chance.

If going down the protective route then it's slightly better than the Yandere one. At least in terms of their relationship. They pay extra attention to her and check up on her regularly until one day she just disappears.

In each route, They'd keep a close eye on any guy that has similar physical features (ex: hair, eyes). Since V has stated they look more like their father. When she does go missing they'll search high and low for her, but there isn't anything that would locate where she is. Her disappearance keeps them up at night for many years until a vaguely familiar person visits the manor.

They awkwardly introduce themself, "Hi, my name is..."

They failed.

If anyone wants to write about this idea then go ahead. Doesn't even have to be the Batfamily. I won't write about it unless asked. I'm just not married to the idea. It almost 2 in the morning I need sleep.

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By the time I learn about and start getting into Gotham, the fandom is already dead. It's not fair. 😥

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Oh, shit. I got 100 followers.

What the hell.

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Two Are Better Than One

CW: Mentions of suicidal ideation.

Part 1 | Part 2

Half of the day y/n was left alone. She was given a few books to read, but she didn't bother touching them. She would have thrown them at whoever came through the door. It didn't matter if it was Jeremiah or Ecco, just as long as it hurt. But that wouldn't be the best thing to do. You can catch more flies with honey as they say.

She believed that they could still talk this out. If they hear each other out then they could move on from this. They moved on from a lot of things and this could be one of them. She didn't care how delusional it sounded, she was always in it for the long hall when Jeremiah was involved.

Reverting to her old ways y/n slept her worries away. Whenever things become too much she always rolled into bed and slept. It wasn't easy to sleep this time with her one hand being cuffed but she managed somehow.

She would be woken up by Jeremiah. "It's time to take your medicine." She slightly grimaced when she opened her eyes but sat up and gave him a confused look. "Ecco took everything you needed from your apartment." He explained as he handed her the glass of water.

It would have been so easy for y/n to throw it at him or just smash it against his forehead until it broke. It would be easy, but it'd only get her into trouble.

"Open wide." y/n felt her face heat up hearing him say that. This felt a bit humiliating and he must have found it amusing by the grin on his face. Not wanting to be perceived as reluctant or defiant, she opened her mouth so that he put the pill in her mouth. After that, she closed her mouth and took a sip of the water.

She almost choked on the water when she made eye contact with him. His eyes were one of the many things she liked about him. A simple glance made her flustered, and when his eyes were on her it made her squirm. He still has the effect but it didn't make her squirm or giggle like it used to. It could be because of the context of this situation, but his now-green eyes always put her off.

She took her medication without too much trouble. She said a quiet thank you before holding the cup out to him trying to hand it back. "You have one more pill to take."

"Another one? I only take Zoloft."

"I know, darling, but you have to take this."

y/n was taken aback a bit by the pet name. She was always the one to call him a pet name. Sometimes just to embarrass him, but he'd always just call her by her name. She quickly shook that out of her head to ask, "What is it?"

"ACE."

Angiotensin-converting enzyme, y/n remembers her doctor recommending it. She denied it along with any other medication recommended for her heart failure because she wanted to die faster.

She didn't want to prolong the inevitable. She didn't want to feel hopeless and numb anymore. She didn't want to watch the only person in her life devolve into madness. She didn't want to wake up the next morning.

Jeremiah must have known exactly what y/n was thinking too. He gave her a hard look and he dropped his grin after telling her the name of it. He wonders what she'd say or do while he watches the flash of realization appear on her.

It was interesting because Jeremiah didn't know what route she'd take. This morning showed her defiance, but aggressiveness wasn't in her nature. He knew she wasn't the smartest person at times, yet she knew there wasn't a freedom of choice. How she reacts will determine how restricted things will be. Even then he can't always predict what she'll do regardless of their years of being together and how she'd tell him just about every little thing.

But he doubts that she'd openly tell him she wanted to kill herself faster. Of course, he knows her history of mental instability. He's watched her fall into those depressive lows multiple times. Suicide was a different story. Anything about suicide or even self-harm is off the table of discussion for y/n. It was least off the table when having casual conversations.

Suddenly y/n opened her mouth much to Jeremiah's delight. Silently complying. Once she had successfully taken the ACE, he lightly patted her cheek, "Good girl." He watched as her face contorted into embarrassment for a moment. He knew he had power over her, but he didn't know how much until now. It was like their roles had been reversed.

y/n slightly moved her head to the right as if that would stop him from touching her face. "Miah, honey," She started with an anxious smile, "Why do feel like you have to do this?" Right after the question came out of her mouth he raised an eyebrow and slightly squinted his eyes. She felt her mouth go dry as she was scrambling to explain, "I mean, I understand what you mean when you explained earlier. I think we could compromise."

Jeremiah slowly spoke while holding back a laugh, "Compromise? You want to compromise with me?" Her lips moved to the left and she slightly pounded. She was being serious. He bit down on his tongue so a laugh couldn't escape. Quickly inhaling and exhaling, he asked her to continue.

Still full of hope, or what could be called delusion, y/n spoke of different ideas. That's maybe he could still take that blood sample or not at all. She'll never doubt or bring up her past concern about his sanity. In each idea, she promised not to leave the bunker. Jeremiah would be lying if he said her ideas weren't tempting.

But not tempting enough. The whole time his amused smile did not filter once because he knew what his final verdict was.

"No." Her shoulders slumped and a defeated sigh came out. He needed her to know that there was no point in trying to fight. That she didn't have any control and that she'd be better off listening to him. There wasn't going to be anyone else that she'd want or need, but him.

"Someone's going to notice I'm gone. My therapist, my professors, and my family." He rolled his eyes at the last example. "I've already dropped your therapist for you through your email. College isn't a problem for you anymore. As for your family."

She didn't like how he dragged out 'your family' with such disdain. "Do you think they'll search for you? They'll send a few search teams and act sad, but they aren't going to look for you." She mentally scolded herself for being so quick to believe him. Even if it was just for a second. It was a second that she believed that they were anything, but moral people.

"You know that's a lie. When Jerome-"

Jeremiah's mood soured at the name. "Who wouldn't be worried? Jerome stands for nothing and will burn everything. When I–" He stopped to prevent himself from becoming so pressed, "Can't you see that they're just acting at this point? They wouldn't be pretending if didn't make them look heartless."

"Because they aren't heartless. You've never even met them, so I don't think it's even fair to judge them." Jeremiah couldn't understand why after all this time, she still defends them. The nights when poured out her feelings towards her family are still fresh in his mind. She'd get so emotional when talking about how alone she was and how she wished they could be a normal family.

"You're right, I never met them because they never showed up to anything. Not once have they shown up to any of your art galleries or even your graduation. I had to comfort you because they always upset you somehow. You've been fine without them for years, and you'll be fine without them now."

y/n let out a frustrated sigh. The Wayne family was complicated and held many secrets. Secrets that she couldn't talk about meaning he'd never have the full picture. They were good people deep down, she knows it. It wasn't fair for her to demand their attention after they came back from saving lives. Yet it reminded her that she wasn't worthy of their time or effort after she quit.

"They're good people, it's just that they're always so busy."

"Your father or brothers can't give you an hour of their time? Jesus Christ, y/n, I know you have attachment issues but come on." Her eyes widen in surprise.

"I don't have attachment issues," She balls her hands into fists, "I'm mentally sound and have normal, healthy relationships with others."  Her words made Jeremiah tisk, yet almost smile at the same time.

"You're accusing me of being mentally ill, but look at yourself. You had to go to therapy weekly, every few years you'll end up in the ER for suicidal ideation, and you rely on medication to make you feel normal. This morning you attacked Ecco when she did nothing wrong." The look of hurt painted y/n's face.

"Okay, but I wasn't-"

He faked a shocked expression like he was outraged by the few things she had said. "y/n, you don't have to yell at me. I know you're insecure about your mental health, but you have to accept that you are nothing without anyone." She tried to say something, but he spoke over her. "It's clear you aren't ready to talk about this by how emotional you are. I'll give you some time to calm down."

He got up and began making his way out of the room. As he was leaving and closed the door he could hear y/n begging him to come back. To not leave her alone. That she was sorry, in a perfect world he might have gone back to comfort the distraught girl, but there was too much work and so little time.

When passing by Ecco he said, "If she doesn't quite down give her midazolam."

Right after y/n was handed her diploma, she quickly walked off the stage with a clenched jaw and a big smile. Jeremiah sighed as he looked at the text he received not long after she fled. 'I'm ready to go. I'll be waiting in the car.' He glanced around the people seeing the families hugging and praising their loved ones. Yeah, he could understand and he didn't want to be there any longer himself.

Leaving the school he found y/n sitting in the passenger seat with the side of her head resting against the window. He couldn't tell because it was dark out, but he was sure her eyes were slightly reddened. While he got behind the steering wheel he asked, "Do you want to go back to my place?" She nodded her head.

y/n has been making it a habit of going to Jeremiah's place instead of home. He doesn't understand it personally, but he did understand the reasoning behind it to a certain extent. She told him of how lonely Wayne Manor was because everyone was doing their own thing. Saying that she didn't want to disturb their work which he found ironic because she'd always try to distract him when he was doing something. Still, his place was less lonely because he still lived with his Uncle.

During the ride back to his apartment the radio filled the silence. Every so often he'd glance at her to see that she was staring out the window. The look on her face didn't tell him that she was numbing herself by ignoring her feelings. Instead, her eyebrows were furrowed as hugged herself. He would have liked to know what she thinking, but he didn't want to push her to tell him.

When they made it in front of the mixed-use building they just sat there. The radio and the purring engine no longer provided a slight distraction. Jeremiah waited a moment for y/n to move. It took a little longer, but eventually, she pulled herself out of the car. Her movements held no energy in them and it made her seem like she had just got out of her nine-to-five.

She didn't grab his hand and intertwine their fingers just to feel close. She only walked beside him slightly slouching. He wanted to reach out for her hand, but there was this pit in his stomach that made him anxious. This mildly intense feeling made him worry about what he should do.

Comfort. He didn't know how to comfort her let alone anyone. Yes, there were moments when she'd open up about what was bothering her but all he did was be there. Listen to the [hair color] haired girl ramble more so towards herself than him. If she wanted to, which was often, she asked him for a hug or something that didn't require him to do much.

He could do that right now, right? A hug or a kiss on the cheek– no. It was too risky. This was uncharted territory for Jeremiah, to be the one to entail any physical affection. When y/n suddenly held his hand or pecked his cheek that'd fluster him a bit. Flustered doesn't describe what he feels when thinking of reaching out to her hand because his heart races and his hands start to feel shaky. Panicked might be the word.

Jeremiah's thoughts were suddenly cut off when they entered the apartment and were greeted by a sweet aroma. He was surprised his uncle didn't jump out to greet y/n into their home as if she doesn't sleep there four times a week. y/n didn't seem bothered and made a beeline toward Jeremiah's room. He could hear her flop onto the bed.

He wandered around the kitchen to find a note with a cake next to it.

'I might be still working by the time you get back. To congratulate her on graduation, I baked a cake for her. Tell her I said congratulations.'

Glancing, he slightly smiled at his uncle's gesture. Putting down the piece of paper he entered his room to find y/n had rolled herself up in his blankets. Hearing his footsteps she opened her eyes. "My uncle made you a cake and wanted to tell you congratulations."

y/n only lazily hummed a response but he could see her face soften. She watched Jeremiah from his bed as he pulled out the chair from his desk to sit on it. Then listened to him write and scribe on some paper while she stared at the ceiling thinking to herself.

It felt awkward. At least to him. Once again he didn't know what to do except wait. That in itself is fine and normal for them, but this time just felt different. Maybe it was because the problem was different. He didn't know except that he didn't want to wait for her. Wait for her to talk or cling to him for comfort. He wanted to do something. He had to do something.

"Do you want to talk about it?" His quiet, almost soft voice startled her. Looking at him, she slightly smiled, "Do you think I was stupid to get my hopes up?"

He struggled to think of a response. He wanted to say the right thing and think of a long response. Yet he only blurted out, "Of course not." Not getting a response immediately made him slightly panicked. Fearing that he had somehow worsened her mood with his words.

"Do you…" The question y/n was going to ask quickly died when she realized it would have been too specific to ask. So she quickly thought of a different way to ask her original question, "Do you think I'm worthless?" Her words hung in the air before she spoke up again. "Nevermind. Forget what I asked, it's stupid."

"y/n…"

She looked at his face. Those deep blue eyes look back at her with a mixture of emotions. The ones she could identify were pity or sadness. It made her shift her eyes away out of embarrassment. In an attempt to move away from her weird question, she asked him to please lie in bed with her.

Now they lay on their side holding each other. She had her ear resting against his chest while his chin sat atop her head. Being close to each other like this made it seem like tonight was just like any other night.

The steady thumping of his heart was putting her to rest until it started picking up the pace. He took a deep breath before quietly telling her, "I love you, y/n."

She broke out into a huge smile. It was the first time he ever said this. When she says it, she never expected a response back because of how flustered he'd looked after hearing it. Not wanting to show how much of a big deal it was to her, she earnestly responded.

"I love you too, Xander, and I won't ever stop."

Masterlist I might as well make this into a series, but I have no ideas for the next part. The heart failure plotline is inspired by an old Jeremiah x Reader story I read a while ago. I'll look for it later, but I remember liking the idea because I found it beautifully horrifying. If I do find the fanfic I'll link it here.

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A Good Morning

[Post-Spray Jeremiah x Batsis Reader] This is part two of this.

Ecco checked every hour on y/n. It was six when she regained consciousness, but only blankly stared at the wall and was unresponsive. It was clear to Ecco that she was lucid as she watched her face flicker from one emotion to the other while talking to her. She must have been in shock the blonde woman figured and didn't pester her too much.

Ecco went to the kitchen and started cooking breakfast for y/n. After everything y/n went through yesterday, she must be hungry. It's not every day that someone is forced into captivity. Once she finished cooking, she put everything on the wooden breakfast tray. As she walked towards the guest room y/n was locked in, she looked at little stickers on the tray.

The breakfast tray wasn't Jeremiah's, it was y/n's. She often brought it with her when staying over and it ended up being left here. It had little stickers of colorful, sparkly hearts placed all over the wooden tray. She'd always wake up to make breakfast for everyone. She'd always walked to his room with the tray to find out he was in the study working all night. Leading the couple to argue while Ecco munched on her toast.

Those arguments were light, squabbles really. Nothing serious and voices were never raised. Ecco has a feeling that those days are far behind them now. Not that she blames y/n.

Stopping at the door Ecco knocked before unlocking it. She received no response, but it's not like she expected or needed one. It was just common courtesy to let y/n know someone was entering. When Ecco opened the door she expected to see y/n to still lying on her side in bed.

But was instead greeted by a floor lamp to the face. y/n whacked Ecco with a surprising amount of strength that almost made her fall over. Ecco didn't think she had it in her, it could've been the adrenaline and desperation to get out. The tray was dropped with a thud that was followed by a crash from the glass plates and cup breaking from the sudden impact.

The [hair color] haired woman swung the lap pole at Ecco again, but she grabbed it before it even got close to her. She opened her mouth to say something to y/n. What exactly? She wasn't sure, just something to get y/n stop before she actually had to restrain her. Unfortunately, Ecco couldn't get a word out as y/n kicked her stomach. The force of the kick sends Ecco stumbling into the hallway and pushes her back against the wall.

y/n stepped over the broken glass plates. She wasn't sure if she had stepped on some glass or not. She might have since her legs were a bit shaky. It didn't though, she needed to get out.

Not feeling merciful this morning, y/n gave Ecco another wack across her face with the lamp before running down the hall. Each time Ecco was hit, it felt like it was almost personal because the second had a lot more power behind it. Ecco quickly got back on her feet and chased down y/n. It wasn't hard to tell where she was going because of the little trail of red she left behind with each step.

It wasn't like she got far in the first place. Ecco didn't even have to take her down or anything as her condition did all the work. She was double over having another coughing fit and clutching her chest. Hearing all the noise Jeremiah came out of his study. He gave Ecco a glare before ordering her to get the cuffs while he attended to y/n.

y/n was put back in the room that she had tried to escape from. She wore a defeated face that slightly shimmered with determination through her eyes. As Jeremiah handcuffed her to the bedpost, she thought of what to say but thought silence might be the best option. Just before Ecco could sit at the bottom of the bed to take care of the glass in y/n's foot, he ordered her to leave.

Ecco could practically hear y/n sharply inhale after hearing the words leave his mouth. She almost felt bad for y/n as she left the room. That little determination in those [eye color] eyes shifted to fear.

Jeremiah wasn't harshly holding her leg down as he pulled out the little bits of glass from her sole with tweezers. He wasn't cursing her out, berating her for actions. No, his touch was soft. It could even be called loving though she's not sure that's a word that should be used. Did he love her? She wondered, disregarding their years of dating to remember what happened yesterday. Remembering how just months ago he was normal. He looked normal, he acted normal because he was normal.

That toxin, spray, gas— whatever it was, was the corporate behind this all. They'd promised to never hide anything from one another. So when he fearfully explained how he started having these intrusive thoughts of extreme violence, she tried to book him to a psychiatric hospital. The first time that idea was brought up he brushed it off believing that it was temporary.

Leading her to ask the question, "You would hurt me?" The alarmed look on his face and how he earnestly explained that he never thought nor do such a thing. Of course, she believed him. She used to take his words as gospel. Maybe he did love her at that moment, but what about now?

She almost wished he was yelling at her because she wouldn't have to fill the silence with her thoughts. Just as he started bandaging her foot, she broke the unnerving silence with a question.

"Are you going to kill me?"

He stopped for a moment and gave her a perplexed look as if she asked the dumbest question. She would have felt embarrassed by his reaction, but she felt like this was a legitimate question to ask right now. With everything that had happened, she wasn't sure what to expect from him.

"If I wanted you dead I would have let Jerome have you." His cold voice gave no type of comfort.

"Why are you doing this? I know we–" y/n stopped wondering if he remembered yesterday. It couldn't be possible for him to be blackout drunk, right? He didn't stumble over himself, slur his words, or start a drunken ramble. Maybe just a bit tipsy.

"I was confronting you about your heart failure," Jeremiah said as he put everything back into the first aid kit, "But I should have done this a while ago. We both know that there's a risk each time you go back to Gotham. It's the capital of crime with psychotic people like Jerome roaming the streets. I can't have you being in that hellhole any longer, especially when you're getting worse."

"You could have told me about your concerns and I would have understood. I would have stayed if you wanted me to."

He rolled his eyes and snickered, "You would? Forget about trying to prove I'm crazy with the blood test and just stay here with me. Then we'd live happily ever after. y/n, I thought we wouldn't lie to each other." She pursed her lips at the sarcastic tone. Then he suddenly shifted from sarcastic to hurt.

"You've been lying about your health and about how you trust me. You still think I'm insane when I haven't done anything to justify that thinking. I don't what else you could have been lying about. Have you been lying when you say I love you? I know I haven't y/n. I've been the only honest person here."

"No! I- ugh…" y/n threw her head back in frustration. The problem was that he was mostly right. There had been no solid evidence of him being insane until now. The only thing she had at the time was his slight behavioral change. Keeping the fact that she was running out of time because of her heart failure a secret was selfish. She'll admit that and the only reason she didn't say anything was because it was easier to ignore.

It felt better to ignore the sand trickling down the hourglass and act like everything was normal. Ignoring any emotional turmoil must be a Wayne trait. It had worked until the symptoms became more noticeable.

Of course, it had to be the person she cared about the most to find out. She couldn't bring it up with Jeremiah because he was always on the verge of an anxiety attack whenever a door was opened. Then aftermath of the gas made it clear that she shouldn't bring it up. She was the main she he ended up like this. Jerome lured him out by threatening her life and she should have just told him to save himself. She'd be dead in a few months anyway.

There was a burning sensation in y/n's eyes that she tried to blink away. Her heart was pounding harder and she curled in her lips, trying to stifle any sounds because she knew what was happening. It was so easy to upset her with a negative tone. Even if it wasn't directed towards her it still made her a bit upset. Having Jeremiah express his disappointment in her tore her heart.

The first tear didn't have to fall for him to start saying comforting words and having both of his hands hold the sides of her face. Saying the prettiest of lies about how everything was going to be okay and that he was going to take care of everything. Knowing fully well he was lying y/n indulged herself in those lies. It was what she wanted to hear in this distressing moment.

She's not sure, but she's sure she saw him smile a bit. Seeing how much power he has over her must have been amusing. Or it could have been that he was reminded that she really didn't have anyone else to run to. It's always been him and her, and nothing was going to change that.

"I love you," Jeremiah said looking at her with those unnerving green eyes. Any and all semblance of blue was long gone.

He waited for y/n's predictable response. "I love you too." He gave what could have been a genuine smile but it looked too crooked. Anything else y/n tried to say or ask was ignored as he got up and left without another word. Finally being alone y/n rested her head against the headboard and stared blankly at the white ceiling. Wondering what the hell she was going to do.

Things couldn't get any worse.

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