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part 4 of lone warrior just released!!!

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Lone Warrior Pt.4

summary :reader is put into emergency foster care after a tragedy , despite living with the Wayne family for a bit , reader takes it upon herself to move away and start anew since she clearly wasn't welcomed , after many years have passed Damian finally joins the family and after a particular spat w his father he finds himself in reader's room and an interest in them has sparked.

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part 1 , part 2 , part 3

Damian slouches back in the soft , red suave fabric of the couch . He feels the effects of today weighing down in his shoulders as his eyes lazily drift about the room. It was nothing fancy , just an old , forgone reading room in the manor . Damian knows it’s old because it has none of the black , sleek minimalist features like the busy parts of the manor have .

Damian's p.o.v

The room is stacked with piles of books , ranging from all different languages . There’s a tall lamp beside the couch , its light bulb long since served its time as its soft yellow light barely lights up the room. Damian hands carefully held the match stick , taking great care as he flicked it against the old igniter on the box. The small orange flame illuminated the room .

He glides the matchstick carefully towards the wick of nearby candles before blowing out the match carefully. His piercing green eyes lock on to the dancing flames - his mind wonders- ‘did you ever feel lost like he did ?’ , ‘ have you ever felt so numbly unsure of simple things ?’ . He continues to idle away , to continue putting his problems on the back burner .

Reluctancy ties it’s noose tighter around his neck. Years of practiced certainty and confidence feels forgotten , like it’s been yanked out of his physical body. Damian knows it sounds childish , but he doesn’t want to see his father or Dick. It sounds completely stupid and absurd , but he doesn’t want to hear an ear nagging lecture about how ‘robin’ does not run away from his duty , how ‘robin’ does the mature thing and moves forward.

Damian lets out a laugh at that thought - it’a funny they preach a lot about robin when he doesn’t even feel like robin . He feels like it’s something poorly taped onto his person like an afterthought , a poorly written lines of instructions in a crumpled piece of paper no one can decipher.

For the first time , his hands drift over to his phone , his last conversation with Jon stares back at him .

Damian

Met me home in 15.

Checking in a favor.

Jon

Woah WOAH

are u okay ?

what do u need ?

should i call someone ?

Damian

No questions .

I am okay.

Don’t tell anyone.

Just meet me in the reading room.

Jon

sounds sketchy asf but k.

which reading room u idiot

ur a nepo baby so u got like 12.

Damian

Third floor , down the hall ,

Far right , eastside

I am not a nepo baby kent

Jon

k see u.

Damian breathes in a sharp inhale , he prays that this all goes well . Fifteen , agonising minutes pass by , fifteen minutes that had Damian far more nervous than he likes to admit. He debated just telling Jon that he just got hacked or something but that all crumpled when a knock was heard in the door.

Damian held his breath , didn’t know for how long - but he knew he felt his pulse quicken and a knot in his stomach tighten , still he mustard up a response , “ come in “. Jon seamlessly slips in but Damian clocks the way his eyes drift around the room and then finally lands on him.

Damian straightens himself and swallows down his nervousness , “ Jon “ he addressed. “ Dami “ Jon answers before sitting next to him , eyes glancing over at him , “ you okay what’s this about ?”. Damian let’s silence consume them for a moment , debating if any of this was a good idea. “ I need you to fly me somewhere “ his voice came out , smooth , composed but it was anything but what he felt inside.

Jon’s eyebrows furrowed in confusion , “ fly you somewhere ? Damian, what's going on ?” . Damian swallowed - dammit he didn’t think Jon would question him. “ Look - I need to meet someone important and I need to do it quickly, “ he explained , carefully. Jon stared at him , “ Damian are you being blackmailed or something because I can tell dad -” Jon began to speak but Damian cut him off.

“ No - none of that please I - look she is my sibling okay - i need to talk to her about something and fast okay ?” he blurted out. Jon stared at him - a thousand emotions flashing through his face. “ Your sibling ? You mean Cass or Steph ?” he questions. Damian can feel he is at his wits end - “ no - neither - you don’t know her - a lot of people don’t know her , she’s been out of the family for so long - listen I just need to see her okay - please i just need this “ Damian pleaded , his voice raw.

Jon looks at him and finally nods , “ Alright - but if something is wrong - “ Jon rambles but Damian hugs him , cutting him off , “ Nothing is going to be wrong but I will call you “. He assures Jon. Jon hugs Damian back , not questioning why all of a sudden his aloof friend decides to hug him but he accepts it just like how he accepted Damian the first time they met.

They pull away for a while before Jon interrupts the silence , “ Alright where to ?” .

That’s how Damian found himself , on the rooftop overlooking the shores of Rostov-on-Don . Jon has long since left - not before attempting to stay but Damian quickly shuts that down - he has to do this , has to do this on his own . A gust of sea breeze blows past Damian and he’s immediately struck with whiplash.

He was so used to Gotham’s polluted and gloomy atmosphere that seeing the seashore so close feels like a dream. ‘ No wonder why you came here,' he thinks to himself as he effortlessly descends down the rooftop.’ It’s so peaceful here ‘ he thinks as he walks along the desolate street.

Despite how early in the morning it was , Damian was able to get a feel for the life here , it seemed simple , easy . The street was filled with stores , from knick - knacks to salons to local food joints. Damian took it all in.

There was shrubbery on every building , well kept and well loved . Damian wonders if Gotham is just a doomed hell with its ever gloom and its ever wonder for attracting criminals of all likes . Back home in Gotham - people rarely held any shrubbery like here , it posed a risk of Poison Ivy and some idiot burglar to easily camouflage themselves .

Damian eyed the distant horizon - the sun is finally coming up and the sight makes the painter inside himself burst with joy. Its golden rays are small , but the way it carefully cuts through the dark purplish blue leaves behind the faintest blush pink. The way the water in the distance shimmers in tiny crystals as tiny boats sail by.

Damian can’t help but feel a great zeal towards you - ‘ how fortunate you get to experience such beauty while he has to live in Gotham’s damp shadow. Damian stops in his tracks - the sudden realization hits him when he forgot to upload a picture of you to the system dawning upon him. Essentially , before he roped Jon into dropping him here , he was snooping through Drake’s and discovered he had a program he made a while back that he made when he was working on a cold case.

If Damian recalled the details properly , the only known evidence of the victim was a picture made when they were a child - so Drake created a program that essentially takes that and builds off of them - creating dozens of images of what their current self might look like . It’s nothing unheard of - mostly known as age progression but Drake elevated it to another level - creating a program that bypasses of the long wait that age progression would usually take.

Damian promptly uploaded the photo of you onto the program before running it - hopefully there will be some result. Damian can only hope that this works out , he still isn’t sure why he feels like he needs to do all of this , why he feels like he’s obligated to find you but it feels unexplainably right. Like this was his basic instinct.

Damian chewed on his lip as his eyes grazed over some of the results the program showed , he noted one that looked really close but he still ran the program again. Damian continued on his wandering , to be honest he had no clue how he was going to meet you , how he was even going to find you but he shoves that down for later - for now he’ll take it upon himself to admire your home.

It’s an hour later , Damian’s surely wandered around town enough to the point his feet feel like they are dragging - another sigh of frustration leaves his mouth - this cannot get any worse can it ? Apparently it can because in that very moment , his cell began ringing and low and behold it was Grayson.

Damian let out a huff as he immediately switched the thing off - no mood for Grayson and his theatrics so early but clearly he underestimated how determined Grayson was because the idiot called him again. Damian resists the urge of chucking his cell at the asphalt and picked up on the last ring.

“ Speak “ , came his baritone , bored voice. “ WHERE ARE YOU ?” came Dick’s frantic voice , Damian had to hold his phone away from his ear since Dick was that loud . “ Out “ Damian curtly answered as he crossed the road “. “ OUT ? OUT WHERE DAMIAN ? DO YOU KNOW HOW WORRIED WE ARE ? “ Damian rolled his eyes “ "Listen , you aren’t my father so don’t tell me what to do-"Damian argued but suddenly he was yanked back , phone clattering to the floor.

A burling truck zooms past him . Damian huffs - seriously to yank him like he’s some insolent child . He promptly turns around and is met with some young woman , and Damian feels himself seething , “ Listen here lady I knew what I was doing- “ but he stopped himself when he took a good look at said lady.

She looked like one of the images the program had shown him - one of the few images that actually looked decently close to you and not warped to shit , scratched that she was - no is you , he was certain - more certain than anything he had been for the past twenty four hours , you had to be you - because only you can hold such dead eyes , eyes that looked like they’ve seen the depths of hell and back , eyes that’s seen the belly of a hungry beast.

Damian couldn’t help himself - fianlly he's found you ! Overcome with everything he just lunged at you , embracing you into a hug - to which you awkwardly reciprocated back , “ Y/N !!” he exclaimed !

Reader's POV

Y/N felt herself stumble back at the mention of her birth name , most normal people wouldn't but when you are in her line of work , when you’ve had your whole life wiped clean to remain - to operate like a ghost , it feels surreal and to make things worse - Y/N is not a well known name , most people don’t name their kids it because it's a hard name to spell at a young age. Meaning this wasn’t any coincidence . Despite everything , I hugged the kid regardless - sure I was a monster - no doubt but not enough to leave a kid hanging.

“ Pardon .. have we met ?” I asked carefully . Ten billion emotions are running through me right now , ‘ is he an assassin ?’ , ‘ is this a trap to kill me ?’ , ‘ is he in danger ?’ so many thoughts and emotions are whirling inside me like a violent tornado. The kid looks up to me , green eyes piercing into my own , “ No but I know of you “ he answered curt.

My body freezes over - this can not be happening - no , fuck no . ‘ Who the hell is this damn kid -’ was the only thought running through my head. ‘ Shit is this some get up to assassinate me ? Have some random kid walk up to me to distract me from catching a potential sniper or attacker - damn that's a pretty good tactic except it’ll scare the kid for life ‘ I think to myself.

My eyes subtly run over him - no obvious weapons , no scars or bruises , he is wearing fairly new clothes so he doesn’t look like he is being trafficked . Once again I carefully examine his face , trying to recall if I’ve seen him anywhere but I came up numb and fuzzy . ‘ Great so a potential threat knows me and I know nothing of them - great ‘ I think to myself.

“ Alright - let’s get straight to the point I don’t know you “ I answered curtly , a bit cold. The kid nods his head - weird , so he’s definitely not a normal kid - a normal kid in this situation would start rambling off their head due to the fact the adult caught them and they're scared of the adult potentially punishing him for their lie or mischievous act and obviously the intense pressure of the situation but he isn’t doing that , he is being quiet , not in the ‘ scared shitless’ quiet no he is calculating what he’s going to say next and that doesn’t help my current situation.

I awkwardly cough , “ Alright , let's talk somewhere …” I trailed off , unsure myself of what’s to come but definitely didn’t want it to occur in the middle of a random road.

I carefully pushed open the creaky door of Dedushka (grandpa) Micheal’s cafe . The door practically groans , announcing their presence to the empty cafe. It’s old , run down but it was well loved . The walls were painted a deep sage green , counters and chairs were of simple oak and had a pale green linen on top.

The counter was a classic deep oak , on top sat an old , metallic NCR cash register , beside it a glass display shows off a variety of sweets , two rows of fresh pirozhki , one row was cherry another apple ( small buns with fillings ) , next to it were medovik ( russian honey cake ) , on another display case had chebureki ( deep fried turnovers with fillings) and kulebyaka (large pie filled with mushroom , egg & rice ).

Brewed chai filled the air and Y/N can hear her Dedushka (grandpa) somewhere in the back - most likely finishing up the dishes. Y/N led the kid to the back of the cafe and near the window, promptly taking a seat facing the entrance of the cafe . The kid sat opposite her , with a regal stance . Y/N opted to lean back and fiddle with the linen of the table . Clearly neither of them wanted to talk or perhaps - didn’t not know how to but the tense silence was interrupted when Micheal came back from the back room . The old man wasn’t surprised to see Y/N here at all but raised an eyebrow when he noticed the kid opposite her .

Nevertheless the old man approached them , carrying a worn notepad in hand as he addressed them , “ Detochki (children), what can I get for you” . “ Debroye utro ( good morning ) “ both replied in unison which certainly surprised Y/N that the kid knew Russian. Wiping away the momentary shock Y/N orders , “ Can I get a chai and two kulebyaka , please “ . Micheal nodded his head slowly as he took note before turning to the kid , “ A vam ? ( and you ?) ” . “ I’ll have what she is having “ , he replied calmly. Michael took note of his order and before long served them before disappearing off into the back.

For a while , nothing but the sound of cutlery can be heard before Y/N breaks the silence , “ So , what’s your name ?” she asked wearily. His eyes snapped up to meet hers , “ Damian , Damian Wayne “ he answered. Name nodded , “ Alright Damian care to explain how you…know me ?” she asked , voice calm but if anything she was shaking like a leaf.

Damian nodded before he set his cutlery down with practiced ease. “ Are you Y/N L/N correct ?” he asked and Y/N nodded in confirmation. Damian continues , “ when you were around 13 , maybe 14 years of age - you were put under Bruce Wayne’s care under immediate foster care , am I right ?” Damian asks and Y/N answers a small “ Yes “.

He nods before shovelling a bite of pie into his mouth , “ I am one and currently his newest ward - I found out about you yesterday during an argument with my father , I had stumbled upon your old room and it was there Alfred filled me in about you “.

Name quietly drank her chai , “ He is the butler if I am right ?” she enquired and Damian nodded , “ Yes he is , he told me how you ran away when you were fourteen and I had taken it upon myself to find you “ he finished. Y/N stared at him blankly , “ You risked your immediate safety to find …me ?” Y/N trails off sounding unsure.

Damian nervously picks at his fingernails , “ Yes…I know it sounds stupid but ..I just had to find you because….” he trailed off , eyes looking anywhere but her own. Y/N gently holds out her hand and rests it on his , “ Why did you need to find me Damian ?” she asked , her voice soft . Y/N wouldn’t describe herself as anything related to being a saint but hearing how raw Damian sounds makes her heart ache.

“ Because I don’t feel like I belong there ….” Damian finishes , voice raw and eyes red. The air around them grows somber for a moment before Damian continues , “ I feel lost - I feel confused , I- I wake up everyday and I try to do my best , I try to prove myself - I try to show everyone I am worth it , that - I can do what they can do too and I just - feel like it’s not enough”. Damian rambles , his hands clench onto his cutlery tightly.

Y/N doesn’t say anything , she simply opts to sit there and listen.

Damian's p.o.v

“ I know I am a difficult person but I am still a person with feelings and- “ I continued rambling but I stopped myself and looked at Y/N . “ Do you ever just feel …like you are weird ?” I asked her. “ All the time, “ she answered , “ Sometimes I feel like everyone is staring at me - no matter what I do , could of done the same thing for years on end , done it a billion times before but I always feel like I got eyes on me and that if I mess up then I’m done for “ she finishes before taking a sip of her chai.

I nod along , “ I’ll be frank …I know you’re an assassin “ I began and studied her face - trying to get any reaction but I got none but a smirk , “ Figured “ she simply replied. “ I am one too , my grandfather is the demon head for the league of assassins “ I continued - once again studying her face , ready for the look of disgust , ready for that look of pity - maybe even fear or anger but I got none .

“ Talia Al Ghul is your mom then right ?” she asked and I was thrown off . Maybe because I was too used to people being disgusted or too fearful of my lineage but still I thread carefully. “ Yes she is my mother, why ?” I asked , I busy myself by eating my kulebyaka (pie) to hide the fact that my hands were shaking from a mixture of anxiety and anticipation. “ She is a great swordswoman “ Y/N complimented.

I felt my body quease - for once , for once in my life someone complimented my mother - not complain about her , not cuss her out but actually compliment her genuinely the way Y/N just did. “ I’ll be sure to tell her when I see her and what of yours ?” I enquired . Y/N just stares at me with a blank look , “ Locked away in an asylum “ . My eyes widen at the revelation. “ Is she a criminal ?” I probed but I was met with a sharp glare , “ No she isn’t - just misunderstood “ she answered coldly.

I nodded and immediately changed conversation - clearly the mention of her mother was a sour spot kind of like me with my own mother at times. Another moment of silence filled in between us and for once - I wished I had the ability to read minds like Martian Man Hunter because clearly Y/N was giving away nothing - a true , tell-tale sign that she was a good assassin .

Yet still I carried on - I did not want to waste anymore time - determined to bond with her whether she sees the use in it or not. “ Our father is part of the JL “ I continued hoping to pique her interest but her face gave away nothing . “ Let me guess , bats ?” she answered like it was another Tuesday before she scooped a spoonful of pie into her mouth.

My eyes widen in surprise ‘how the hell did she know about father’ - and as if she can hear my insolent rambling in my mind she interrupted - “ Based on my personal deductions - only your father has the wealth amass to have and produce the nano tech Batman uses , in a city that primarily uses basic technology and also he is a very well known philanthropist in a city that's filled with criminals and a corrupt police and government force - thus openly showing ‘care’ for the people ” she stated cooly. “ Not many rich idiots would take such care and interest for a city like that would they ?” she elaborated and I laughed.

I had to - of course my sister would figure out father’s disguise - ‘I can’t wait to shove it in Tim’s face, how he isn’t that special to figure out Father’s identity ‘ I thought. “ Guess I don’t have to beat around the bush to tell you that I’m robin then ?” I questioned witha tilt of my head . She looked at me , “ Go figures plus - I suspected you aren't an average kid “ she answered and a smile widened on my face .

Silence fills between us again before she interrupts , “ Is this feeling of not belonging …stemming from you being robin ?” she questioned carefully and I nodded . “ Yeah ... .I just …you know batman doesn’t kill but …I grew up only knowing that “ I explained .

She nodded but her eyes held a sharp gleam. “ They're irresponsible “ she says and I looked at her confused , “ Irresponsible ?” I questioned and she nodded . “ Think about it like this - you grew up knowing one thing only for you to go to a new place for someone to tell you otherwise - you see humans have this strange thing where went we grow up knowing or doing something we rarely question it - it could be completely wrong or right , majority of humans stick to their roots aka what they know growing up rather than embracing change “ Y/N explains.

“ So for them to immediately expect you to embrace a new life , a new role like this is irresponsible and can harm you instead of helping you “ Y/N continued while I silently took in her words. “ This is certainly a perspective I never thought about, “ I murmured. Y/N nods along as she finishes her cup of chai . “ Grown ups tend to think they know and understand how the world works but truthfully , they only understand how the world used to work - the world is never constant , time changes , new situations - new variables occur that they themselves never experienced or know about so they opt to use their own experiences to cut and fit which in most cases damage or worsens the situation more. “ Y/N finishes and before you know it …

I’ve felt more understood in the two hours I’ve been with Y/N than the three years spent with my father and his ward.

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Notes :

(Apologies for the long update ,genuinly experience author blockwith this one + might edit this later )

(Also I'm not sure why some @ aren't working again?! , if any experienced author knows why please let me know <3)

(Also, to any Russian readers, please correct me in any mistakes or misrepresentation - all Russian came from Google, so I apologize in advance)

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shld i finish this draft ?

like is anyone interested in dilf vruce wayne like i am ?

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KISSLAND𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ𐀔

summary ━ toxic love story between neglectful husband bruce wayne , neglectful batkids and batmom reader .

notes━ ˙✦ this is a wip

˙✦batmom reader is aware of the cheating.

˙✦ long time cheating on spouse.

˙✦ batmom knows her worth.

˙✦ insinuated sex at the beginning but it is not detailed .

. 𖦹˙— 'one would think billionaire , playboy , philanthropy , detective , batman would know how to hide his ten year affair better ? ' name thinks as her black , chanel slingback (an expensive heels ) was met with cheap female undergarments strewn about her expensive carpet.

. 𖦹˙— ' how disgusting' name thinks to herself as she kicked it out of her way with frown on herself - most women in her situation would cry , maybe freak out , rage at what was apprently going on , name wpuldn't blame them - she sure would of if it was the first three years of this pathetic marriage but honestly - she just feels bad that her carpet had to touch that.

. 𖦹˙— her face is void when she pushes open the large white mahogony doors of 'their room' - how pathetic they couldn't even been bothered to lock the door. name elegantly steps into the room - she makes sure to ignore the half naked girl scrambling out of bed and bruce suddenly grabbing the sheets to cover himself.

. 𖦹˙— " Mrs. Wayne I am so sorry -" the girl rambled off , name does not budge as she makes her way to her vanity - an expensive white asian , oak vanity that delicatly stood in the room amongst the choas . " I didn't know he was married -" she continued to ramble.

. 𖦹˙— name raised an eyebrow at that - how stupid , if she knew she was 'Mrs.Wayne' wouldn't it mean he was married ? it's not like martha wayne was alive to slap sense into bruce or witness the monstrosity of a son she raised. name ignored her , she just continued to apply her ysl lipstick - 1966 rouge libre onto her lips.

. 𖦹˙— name looked at the girl through the mirror's reflection , she looked young , naive - bruce's usual type - name recognized that look of betrayal that flashes in the girl's eyes - , ' did bruce promise that she was his number one ?' , ' did he also promise her that he'd change for her ?' , ' did her also promise to love her ' was the thoughts that flashed through name's head.

. 𖦹˙— name has long since felt sympathy for anyone , much less the girl standing behind her - desperatly pleading for her forgiveness , she isn't the first girl he's done that too and she won't be the last. name gently smacks her loos together before finally turning to the girl behind her , guving her a once over , " i don't really care for you theatric apologies , just get out , you aren't the first , you aren't his special person , you aren't going to fix him , just get out and find someone better " name says courtly - her tone icy.

. 𖦹˙— the girl doesn't say anything for a long moment but name caught the hurt glance she threw at bruce before she made her way out of the room . silence engulfed the room and name got uo - ready to remove herself from bruce's grim presence.

. 𖦹˙— " name , she didn't mean anything-" came his grim voice that made name grimance. name feels anger bubble deep inside her , how stupid does bruce take her to be ? it has been ten years in this miserable marriage and he is always cheating in her because she could never ' fullfill him ' enough . it's ten yeats if him bring other women into her bed - hell he brought a child he had with another woman into said house. ten years since that arguement in the cave were he told her she was the one holding him back - that she won't understand how much sacrifices he's made - how he deserved better.

. 𖦹˙— name just let out a bitter laugh - its chill sherl practically echoes off the marvle walls , " save your pathetic excuses for another woman , i don't care " she spat out , laced in venom as she made her way out of the room.

. 𖦹˙— " wait name - let me make it up to you - let me fix this " bruce called after her but name stopped at the door and let silence draw on befire she spoke , " bruce , stop it , you're just like your father anyways " before she shut the door . an icy dagger - one well deserved . she knew reminding him of how his father had an affair before his parents passed away hurt - but name dosn't care - that fleeting moment of pain doesn't compare of the years of self doubt , self loathing , embrassment and depression she had to feel with him.

. 𖦹˙— name elegantly made her way down the stairs - one might say she was gliding like a gracefuk swan but name felt anything but inside . she felt angry - a hot white rage that couldn't be qwelled and under it was the smallest tinge of hurt , of lingering didappointment.

. 𖦹˙— she passed by the livingroom where four of bruce's sons sat . that's right bruce's sons because that man could do the bear minimum and they'd still choose him over her as if she hadn't spent ten years fixing them , putting them back together , raisong them , naturing for them like a mother would.

. 𖦹˙— only for said sons to turn their backs on her and support him - to encourage him - to defend that bloody man . name clenched her hands but still she keot herself composed as she passed them straight .

. 𖦹˙— she had no time to pay heed to their judgy glances , had no time to look at their ungly sneers. ' if they think bruce was being held back by her fine ' name thinks as she opened up the garage , she slipped into her black porche before speeding out of the gateway.

. 𖦹˙— she didn't need anyone - muchless for them .

thank you for reading꩜ .ᐟ

━━━━ please note this is fictional and does not represent the actual characters.

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Why have it as “older sibling” and not “older sister”?

I genuinely excited for a gn reader only to get hit by the she/her pronouns

ᯓᡣ𐭩.ᐟ ⊹ heyyy !!!

im sorry for the misunderstanding but i wasnt aware that usig older sibling would make others think it was gn. ty for the feeback !

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hellooo everyone ⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝♡ !!!!

part 3 of die young just released !!!

read it here ❤︎

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ARE YOU MAN ENOUGH ??

ᯓᡣ𐭩.ᐟ ⊹ summary ━ batfam enjoy each other's presence while Alfred and Bruce silently mourns your death.

tw : relapsing in addiction

part 1 part 2

alfred thaddeus crane pennyworth is a coward, and he knows it. he'll never be half the man bruce is , and it's a fact that leaves a sour taste in his mouth. he knows what he is doing is bad , he knows you won't want it to come to this but he cannot help himself as he empties another bottle of whisky.

he lives through the motions of feeling numb to feeling immense guilt to crying on the floor begging for forgiveness because while bruce resorts to overworking himself to the bone to forget about you , alfred cowardly hides behind alcohol.

the warm liquor eases down his throat in a familiar rhythm; he estimates that this time it would take him five minutes before guilt sets in and he is left sobbing on the floor of the kitchen , as he profusely cries out apology after apology, hoping you will forgive him.

you were always a sweet, kind, gentle soul; surely you would understand why grandpa had to take a few sips ? the eerie silence of the manor presses down on his chest but alfred's too far gone to care—part of him knows the kids have long since left for the shooting range and the responsible thing to do is to stop them but another , more cowardly , numb part of him eggs him to stay in his fetus position on the kitchen floor and keep drinking.

maybe if he drinks enough, he'll get alcohol poisoning, and he'll get to meet you.

bruce sits rigid in his home office , his back is leant back into the black leather of his office chair as he sits in the dark and broods. on his desk in the faint sunlight , there is a picture of all them at amusement park - cassandra and stephanie are eating cotton candy in the photo , duke and barbra are holding up a gaint superman plushy they won , damian is scowling while dick ruffles through his hair , jason was too busy munching on fries while he swats at tim next to him who was trying to steal one , alfred and himself stands at the back , alfred as poised and pit together as he always is , not a spec out of place and bruce as usual, held an impassive face.

next to that same frame is another framed picture , this one of bruce and you - it was your first halloween and you were dressed in a shark onesie and he was dressed in a matching starfish onesie ,he was holding you up in the air proudly while you held out your bucket filled with candy, smiling—he looked so happy there it feels like he's peering into another man's dream.

he sits and broods , eyes closed shut as the weight of this morning's event works its way into his bones. he doesn't know how to make light of the situation anymore—on one hand, he knows his kids at some point are going to want to do things he doesn't exactly approve of; on the other hand, how does he go about protecting them without being the helicopter parent they all hate?

the rational answer would be to move on , move on completely, to put your death behind him, and to continue on, but how can he—how can he move on from the best part of his life? how can he simply forget about you?

his hands caress the photo frame of you and him; he feels a smile carve onto his impassive face—maybe, just maybe, if he told them about you, would they understand? would they understand how much love he feels for you? would they understand the soul-crushing experience of losing you like that? was he even man enough to talk about you to them without breaking down like a child?

the silence stretches, and the darkness of the impending gloom swallows within him—he may not know what to do, but he knows he cannot have what happened to you , happen again.

dick fumbles around in his bed , he's laid squarely on his back in his childhood room, and he can't help but feel somber. his eyes lazily , drift to his pile of comics laid out on his floor and to the dozens of posters that litter about the room.

he doesn't know how to explain what or how he feels, but he has always felt like bruce was always somewhat mentally checked out with him and his other siblings-this morning no less proved it. it wasn't in a way neglectful, but it was noticeable.

yes , bruce cared for him and by extension his siblings the best he could. took him under his wing, and trained him to be robin so he could avenge his parents , sent him to the best of school gotham could offer and gave him life advice like any dad would.

bruce wayne wasn't a father figure within society's standards, but to every one of his siblings and himself, he was one . he wasn't perfect-god no - he was always this cold edge the man frankly does not talk or even show any of his emotions , always physically there but emotionally absent.

but the more dick ponders it, bruce isn't really around- i mean he's hone yeah but he's working on the compqny or being batman half the time , doesn't come to game night, doesn't do cheesy late night ice cream runs after patrol, doesn't do brunch and if he does, he is late . dick doesn't know how to describe it but bruce is there but at the same time not . dick grips at his head- nothing he's saying is making any sense.

bruce always made it a habit to donate money and security every year to all schools across gotham—whether it was high school or university - he always did, even to the point of showing up himself to supervise the work being done . he was so adment on it that he once got in an arguement with gordon when he said the gcpd can 'handle' it. it was such a nasty arguement to this day as far as he knows gordon walks in eggshells when he brings it up even the slightest.

to make matters worse , bruce never really sat down with either of them and coddled them . it sounds like such nonsense - bruce is juggling three personas, raising nine kids while being batman of all people - maybe he just doesn't have time and frankly, bruce was always stotic man who's been paranoid since he's met him.

maybe this monring's reaction was part of that paranoia - maybe bruce just didn't feel like dragging poor alfred away from his afternoon tea because one of them got too carried away and decided to accidentally shoot someone in the peocess.

dick turns to his side, his hands drift to the batman plush - the soft plush brings a small smile to his lips. he remembers when he was new to the manor , the amount of toys bruce had already laid around the house made him feel so happy , especially the little tea set , every kid in this house has practically played pretend tea party with it once - it's an unspoken ritual and yes even damian has done it even when he denies it .

he remembers giving alfred a tea cup to 'drink' from and remembers how his hands use to tremble when he held it as he 'drank' from it. he did remembered there used to be a bunch of pictures by the foyer when he first came but his memory goes foggy when he retries to recall it who was in it.

he remembers seeing three figueres in it and he swore one had bruce actually smiling while he was hugging a small child , whatever he'll ask alfred about them , he's sure alfred would appreciate showing off them !

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hi I have an idea rotting away in my brain and I cannot write it and I cannot get anyone to hear me out, so what do you think of when if when you. Reader inhales fear toxin, right? But it makes them see their partner, and like get all scared of them, even the real one, one of the batboys, and I just, I’m curious because I think that would hurt.

like imagine looking into your partners eyes and knowing that you scare them. I think it would hurt good

ᝰ.ᐟ tysm the the ask noonie

⌯⌲ jason peter todd always knew of the dangers working for the life of batman's mission , his cursade and the fullfillment of it. he amqays knew that saving the innocent from the creaky claws of gotham was no easy task and often enough leaves you bloody and confused.

he knew one day death or maybe karma would sneak back behind him and get one over him for the shit he has done but he'd never think it would get the way it did today.

you , his beautiful , amazing , loving and caring partner is laid over your shared bed crying your heart out . a stark contrast to how you left his apartment an hour ago. " jayyyy ~ im going out be back in like 15 mins okay don't burn the house down !" came your joyful voice down the corridor as you left the apartment likely to buy yourself a starbucks and much needed groceries.

now ? now your hear wailing your heart out on your bed , eyes blood shot red as you curlled in yourself , " baby - are you okay ?" came jason'a soft voice as he approached your form on the figure , hands stretched out . you immediatly jump back , scampering away like a scared child. " LEAVE ME ALONE - PLEASE LEAVE ME ALONE STOP !! " you exclaimed as you practically crawlled away from him.

jason practically blanched as his face twisted in saddness as he calmly stepped outside onto the balcony. he can hear you rustling around in there like a wounded animal as he had to breathe - had to figure out what was going on when his phone started ringing off .

he glanced down to the caller id and found richard grayson himself callkng him. frankly he was about the throw his phone of the balcony out of sheer annoyance - now is not the time for dick's stupid theories and shenigans but something in his gut told him to answer him.

he swiped on the caller and low and behold came dick's frantic voic , " jay - jay scarcrow released fear gas downtown from you guys - " and thats when the phone slipped form jason's phone. that explains everything , your franticness , you were scared . scared of him. he swallowed heavy as he picked up back his phone . " is - is there a cure - is everyone going to be okay ?" he let out shakey.

dick was silent for a moment , whether he was taken back by how vulnerable his brother sounded or if he was asking tim if he figured out what was going on he didn't saw and that pissed jason off , he hated how the silence was stretching on and his anxiety was bubbling inside him. finally came dick's voice , " yeah - timbo said a solid half an hour or so shpuld wear off . wait do you get gased ? are you okay -" and jasin cut the call at dick's insitent rambling.

he glanced inside before he properly let himself back in . there was no sight of you and that made jason crazy as he began worrying the worst. he quietly creot around the apartment and thats when he meets you , laid out on the kitchen floor , eyes glassy , just laid there. he approached slowly before he picked you up from the floorm he felt you body flinch and he tried not to let it bother him but fuck did it .

he carefully placed you in the center of the bed , ypur sniffles echo throughout the quiet apartment . " honey ?" he called out and for a while you didn't answer just stared up at the ceiling. " jay ?" you finally answered. " yeah baby ?" he called after. fianlly , you turn your eyes to him and jason has to physically hold back his flinch as his gaze met your broken one.

" are you okay ?"he finally asks , hands reaching to hold your own. " ....it felt so real.....when...when you shot me " you trailed off and jason had to swallow back the vile in his throat. " baby i didn't - i will never shoot you it was the fear gas making you hallucinate " jason pleaded. you didn't answer back just contiuned to stare at him. " i know...but it felt so real bleeding out in my bed while you walked away.." you trailed off.

jason could feel the anxiety in his stomach tighten , " baby - that didn't happen , was just a bad dream" he pleaded as he cupped your hand harder. you nod in understanding and soon fell asleep leaving jason to collaspe beside you as he swore to himself to protect you better.

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hi just imagine girl dad!joker teaching his kid how to die their hair

teaching ? he's doing it for her - hell they have matchung hair colors all the time. his kid practically looks like a mini him and she is so proud of it - practically brags about it all proud.

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Now I want the reader to be brought back to life like Jason was but the thing is.. She doesn't remember a thing.

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assuming this is die young reader , baby has been dead for so long , i doubt there is a corpse in that coffin to throw back in the pit to bring her back like jason , but i can see alfred or bruce himself being desparate and contacting dead man or constantine himself as a means of contacting her soul ?

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Mom!Harley and Bat!Reader girls day on Jokers card, but Girl Dad!Joker sits in the car like a wet cat!

Bruce and Girl Dad! Joker fighting over Bat! Reader! Girl Dad! Joker meeting the boyfriend/girlfriend!

Girl Dad! Joker going is anyone gonna adopt them to unadopted bat!Reader!

Girl Dad! Joker taking Bat turned Jester!Reader on their first bank robbery, but they get caught on a security camera by Babs!

Girl Dad! Joker taking Jester!Reader out for ice cream after a good or bad heist!

Girl Dad! Joker, Mom! Harley, and Bat!Reader newly turned Jester!Reader movie night!

Jester!Reader doing Joker's makeup!

・:〃➜ i will like to apologise for taking so long to get to this request due to the fact tumblr did not give me any notifications whatsover .

𐃘 bat reader so misunderstood by batfam to the point she got adopted by the prince of gotham himself - some like jason would argue it was to get back at batman but others like ivy and penguin would bet a buck its because joker always wanted to be a dad.

𐃘 batman who does not know how to raise fragile girls who wants to be pretty princesses and not bleed out in an alleyway for his mission turns a blind eye to whatever batreader does.

𐃘 batreader who met harley one night when she was crying hee heart out under some crusty old bridge because the batfamily forgot to come to her art show.

𐃘 harley who took bat reader under her wing and brought her home where got reader all cozied up and watched mean girls with.

𐃘 joker who came home to see harley all cozy with some random rich jid was against it but when he saw those broken eyes like his - the day that made him , that shaped him into the mad man he us how could he possibly say no ?

𐃘 joker who builds batreader her own room , fit for a princess , had harley and ivy have free range in decorating it for her. joker who tells his goons to always upkeep the pantry of batreader's favorite snacks .

𐃘 harley who hired the best of the best security detail to ensure batreader is safe.

𐃘batreader who one night begs joker to let her be his daughter - that she wanted to be his and not be reminded of the old batfamily.

𐃘 batreader who that night became jester reader , dawning a jesture costume and helps aid her father and mother in true crime.

𐃘 jester reader who commits henious crimes in honor of joker and harley which lands her in batman's watchlist.

𐃘 batman who once confronted her , attempting to plead to her to jpin his cursade , to allow him to fix her .

𐃘 jester reader who retaliates and injures batman in the process , screaming in agony that she does not need fixing , that he had all the chances in the world to make her feel belonged and ge didn't.

𐃘 batman who sits in jester reader's old room back in the manor , clutching one of her old pink princess dresses as he mourns a child he never deserved.

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NEED MORE BABY DAMIII🥹🥹

PT.2 OF day in the life of toddler dami just released !!

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HAVE YOU WATCHED THE NEW MOVIE?!? THE KPOP DEMON HUNTERS?

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ive been busy catching up with fnaf lore because of secret if the mimic but i did listen to the songs AND I LOVE SODA POP

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Have you watched the kpop demon hunters?!? Brooo, the song is stuck on my head 😔

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i haven't but i have heard the songs and its really good !!! i really like soda pop because i loke koko pop by exo and ughhhhh it was so good

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Is there ever gonna be a follow up on “ i will survive but never recover “? i am really interesting in seeing an aftermath after the kids left or a pt2 but you dont have to im just asking😊

hihii 𐔌՞꜆.  ̫.꜀՞𐦯

die young reader is also being drafted up as we speak not to worry its just currrently there I got an author's block ૮◞‸◟˶𑁬 atm so its just taking a while like my other works

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haii!! good evening/morning to uu, how r u doing??

I was going to ask if you're ever going to continue "lone warrior" because i love that story sm!! I rlly love the way u write, ure js awesome overall! <3

Anyway, hope ure doing okay, n take care of urself!

hihi 𐔌՞꜆.  ̫.꜀՞𐦯

apologies for the long wait , chapter 4 in the drafting process at the moment and it also doesn't help that u have an authors block atm ૮◞‸◟˶𑁬 so yeah im sorry lone warrior lovers and other fans of my work but i will update as soon as i can !

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pt.2 of day in the lkfe of toddler damian just posted !!

read it here >>> pt.2