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[prettiest-thing-in-the-morgue]

DIE YOUNG

summary : batfam enjoy each other's presence while Alfred and Bruce silently mourns your death.

part 2 of die young

in another universe

Dick sit's down and eyes his family with a warm smile as he looks at his siblings with a loving look - they've all came so far and they all deserved this moment of blissful peace . He observes Tim and Damian engrossed in some random videogame , duke was painting steph's nails while she shows him random memes on her phone while jason and cass are talking about the latest anime they watched .

Everyone is happy , including himself because he's back home , surrounded with the people he holds so dear to his heart. Alfred approaches him with a fresh pan of brownies . Dick quickly snatches three portions and flash Alfred a smile , " Thanks Alfie !!" he exclaims . Alfred nods and rest the pan on a nearby table . " Hey Alfred when is Bruce coming back ?" Jason randomly asks . Alfred glances at his watch , " In approximatly one hour Master " . Jason groans. " That's so longggg besides why is he always disappearing off these days ?"

Alfred takes a moment to compose himself - he desperately tries to swallow the underlying pain he feels bubbling inside before he answers , " He always has board meetings around this time Master " , his tone wavering in the slightest yet unnoticeable. Jason rolls his eyes - annoyed but understanding and was about to retort but gets distracted when Cass shows him something on her phone.

Alfred excuses himself and makes a beeline escape to the outside patio . In the quiet stillness of the manor , when the eloquent halls are empty , when the kids are enveloped in their own innocent warmth , Alfred takes his time to shed a silent lone tear as he grieves . God knows , knows that every night when his worn palms are intertwined as he mutters a silent pray - that he's praying that your soul is safe and happy wherever it is - that your watching over him and this family with your silly smile and wrapping them in your soft , delicate hugs as you shield them away from the evil that tore you apart from them.

Meanwhile Bruce sits in his office chair - the room dark and quiet save for the occasional hum of the AC . His workers long since left hours ago , his work long finished and laid discarded on his desk . Bruce was a man that planned for everything , whether he was doing business or simply being Batman , he had plans and preparations for everything but parenting - he swears no matter what he does he can never ever fully plan .

He never planned on adopting Tim , Jason , Dick and Cass , never planned on being Steph or Duke guardians or hell never plans on having his son, Damian. None of it mattered because he would never ever regret having them in his life . He has read so many parenting books over his years , learning how to carter to each one of them but none of them prepared him to bury a child.

There is no feeling in this world that comes as gut retching , as tragic , as painful as the feeling of a parent burring their child . The memory is fresh in his head - the view of your small body - mangled beyond recognition - save for the pretty pink princess dress he dressed you in to go to preschool - your own blood covered you - like a blanket - a last ditch attempt to protect you from the harshness of the world .

Your once glowing big eyes that always looked at him with excitement now stare at him with a dull , blank look . He remembers cradling your small frame into his chest as the world around him crumble apart , as it slips through like sand slipping away to the ocean whenever the tides crash onto the shore . He remembers crying when he felt the bullet holes in your chest against his own. He holds your cold body close , cradling your head into his neck like he always do when he tucks you in to sleep . He lips memorized the way it kept muttering " it's okay baby daddy's got you , it's okay " .

He held your body until the police arrived and had to confiscate it . For the first and last time - Bruce lashed out at them - where were they when the school called in an active school shooter - where were they ? What was more important than saving his daughter's life ? He remembers screaming at them and Alfred having to hold him back . Alfred had to make the difficult decision to shove Bruce into the car to stop him from attacking the officers even though he himself wanted to confront them.

That night the manor for the first time was silent - Alfred was opening his fifth bottle of whisky in his room as he drowns himself in his own misery - he misses his grandbaby so much - he knows you hate seeing grandpa so sad and miserable - would always climb up on his bed and offer him your plushie as you gave him a big old kiss but you aren't here to do that anymore so he downs another after another.

Bruce sat on the floor of your room that night , the pastel walls filled with polaroid pictures of all three of you , his eye caught one - you were sitting on his shoulders , you wore a wide grin on your face , arms outstretched as you held a cone of ice cream he got you . He looked so happy there , hair tousled from your antics but he wore a smile . That day you were offering him your ice cream because you claimed " ice cream is the bestest thing in the entire world !".

He sobbed into his hands - why - why must the world be so cruel to him ? Why must the world take away his parents ? Why must the world take you away ? Does he not deserve happiness ? Does he not deserve to have hope ? Why must only he suffer ? Why out of all the children in that preschool the shooter chose to shot you ?

Was it because you were a small kind thing and had pushed your classmate out of harms way and took that hit ? Was it because you were too caring for your own good so you cradled your classmate's crying form into yours while you bled out ? Was it because you were you ? Did anyone ever thought in that moment to help you when the shooter yanked you away from your classmate and began to beat your small frame with his gun ? Did no one stop him from mangling your form ?

Did anyone care to step in before he shot you in your stomach a few times and left your body to be ensnared by death's cold fangs? Did anyone care to listen to your last words ? Did anyone catch the way you softly whimpered papa and grandpa - too scared , confused , too engulfed in pain to understand what was happening - just a small child searching for her family because that's all you knew ?

He curses that blasted teacher everyday - how could she let a child face that ? How could she huddle the other kids closer to her - leaving you to face that monster alone ? He wants to grab her and brutally rip the life out of her lungs - he doesn't care that she was pregnant and stressed and was doing 'her best' - what makes her unborn child and those other children more important than you ?

Another anguished sob leaves him and he remains there , crying his eyes out til the dawn breaks upon the world again. He hated that moment the most - of course that morning the sky had to shower upon them all a strong storm - strong winds that destroyed rickety rooves - practically plucking them from their houses like it was nothing . Strong , heavy rains that flooded the earth , a desperate rebuttal to wash away the scum of the world.

Alfred and Bruce stood together side by side as they watch a small casket descend into the depths of the earth . The priest practically choked on his tears during his prayer - Bruce feels himself going numb all over again - just life when his parents left him - he feels himself succumbing to the darkness and emptiness that reside inside him.

He shovels dirt onto your grave , each movement engraves a knife deeper in his chest - further solidifying the fact that you were gone and never ever coming back . He will never get back the sound of your cute giggles , never receive your colorful doodles of Alfred and himself , never get the opportunity to carry you on his shoulders , never get to experience you going to high school , you getting to experience you bring home your first boyfriend , the feeling of being overbearing and overprotective of his little girl going out with some guy , never get to experience watching you graduate high school , never get to experience you going to university and hear you complain about how annoying your professor is , never get to experience being happy and celebrating you getting your dream job and he would never ever get to experience watching you get married to the love of your life .

He would never get to experience any of this because you were never coming back home to Alfred or him . Bruce pulls up to the drive way of his home . His hand falls to his side as he watches out of the window and glances at the shrubbery. He misses you so much - he wonders all the time if you would love your adopted siblings - if you'd doodle all of them with your scented crayons and hang them up on the fridge , he wonders if you'd love petting Titus with Damian , if you'd play tea party with the girls , if you'd chase Jason down the halls with Tim and Dick because he stole your plushy -

He wonders if you'd love them , wonders if your watching over them - if you are proud that after you died he became the Bat ? Wonders if you would be proud that Alfred stopped drinking for you because he didn't want his little girl to be sad . He exits his car , his hands clutches the stuffed white bear in his hand and the other holds the bouquet of tulips and sunflowers.

He takes the long walk to the family cemetery , recalls all the funny conversations you both had - like how you thought the sun followed you in the car - maybe it did because whenever he was with you things were brighter . Even now , as he stands in front of your grave , the sun set behind you like a golden crown , its soft orange and pink hues , your favorite colors , paint the sky . Bruce sits near your grave and begins to talk to you ,

" Hey sweet girl how are you ? ......Daddy and Grandpa misses you alot sweet girl ...we miss you alot .....did you know grandpa made your favorite brownies today ? He made your own pan because he knows you loved them ....Daddy brought you a new stuffie and your favorite flowers ? You can name him whatever you want sweet girl .....I see grandpa left you a princess crown - I bet you love the pink glitters don't you sweet girl ? Daddy knows your still the prettiest princess no matter where you are . I miss you so much sweet girl - I wish you were here hunny - wish I could get more of your warm hugs - Wish you were still here with me - with us "

Everything goes silent for a long time , Bruce stays , embracing your comfort . Bruce watches as the sun full set behind the distant trees , the world now engulfed in darkness . He gets up , wiping away the lone stray tears on his face as he prepares to face his family.

He gathers himself and looks at your grave one last time , " Daddy loves you sweet girl stay safe for me okay ?" and with that Bruce leaves , heart heavy and longing .

[visionofhope04]

Neglected - Part 5

Sorry for the long wait! I just kinda didn’t really know how to make the reader’s and Jason’s conversation go but I got it! This is the last part of the series!!! I’m going to start working on a story based on this headcannon now. By the way, requests are open! Just no smut. Hope you enjoy!

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 (Current)

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You had just got home after that long interview. It had taken about 45 minutes and you were exhausted. You didn’t know how you managed to make it through 10 minutes of it. The first few minutes were definitely tense and you knew the press would eat it up. You planned to come clean about your so called family in an interview, but you didn’t plan for it to be the first one ever. You couldn’t control your mouth and the truth just poured out of you. You were glad the interviewer dropped the subject when you asked.

After setting your things down, you dropped onto the couch and lifted your hand above your head. You were staring at the ceiling and contemplating life when your phone rang. You reluctantly hopped off the couch and sprinted to get it. You found it, accepted the call, and then held it to your ear.

“Hello?”

“Hello Y/N, I just saw your interview. Care to explain why you didn’t tell me about it and Y/G/N?”

“Jason! I’m sorry-”

“Y/N I’m so proud of you." You were so shocked, you almost dropped your phone.

“What? You’re not mad I outed the family?” You said in disbelief.

“No, of course not! Why would I be mad? If anything, I’m glad you did that to them. They deserve it. I'm just a little disappointed you didn't tell me about Y/G/N.”

"Well to be fair it was all over the news."

"Well, I haven't had time to check lately."

“Touche. By the way, how is everyone?”

“Don’t know, don’t care. I only tolerate them for the sake of the city.”

“Oh, okay well- wait, what happens if they find out about what I said?! They’re gonna ruin my image, the career that I literally just started, and practically the rest of my life! I-”

“Woah, calm down, relax. They won’t ruin anything.”

“How can you be so sure?”

“They won’t. Trust me. If they do try anything it will be suspicious. No one would believe them.”

You noticed it had become late and you really wanted to take a nap, so you decided it was time to hang up.

“I love you Jason, thank you for everything. I’m exhausted from that interview and I’d like to get a few hours of sleep in.”

“I love ya too sis, just don’t forget me alright?”

“How could I? I’ll talk to you later.”

“Alright, don’t forget. Bye."

“Bye.”

Jason hung up and you placed your phone back down. You made your way to your room and gathered (the clothes u sleep with cuz we don’t judge here) and prepared to shower and then finally take a nap.

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Timothy Drake sat at the desk in his room, working on cases and occasionally sipping the coffee he had made ten minutes prior. It was 4 PM and he had been working nonstop since he got back from patrol. He opened a new tab on his laptop and saw something rather concerning pop up. It was an article titled “THE WAYNES AREN’T WHO YOU THINK THEY ARE…” Tim clicked on the article and began to read.

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Bruce had been working in his office when suddenly Tim barged through the door. Bruce’s head snapped up in alarm.

“Look at this!” Tim screeched.

“What is it?” Bruce asked as Tim stomped over to his desk and handed him the laptop.

“Y/N…” Bruce grumbled in annoyance. “Can you remove the article or at least hide it?”

“No, it would look too suspicious. It’s already viral and if it suddenly disappeared people would suspect we had something to do with it.”

“Ugh. Inform Dick and Damian about it. I’ll see what I can do.”

“Okay.” Tim agreed as he quickly snatched his laptop from Bruce and ran back to his room.

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“What!?” Dick Grayson was shocked. Timothy had just filled him in on the whole news incident Y/N had caused. He was furious. How could Y/N do such a thing and not know how badly her words would hurt their reputation! She was just overreacting and now people would believe her lies. “What’s B going to do?”

“I don’t know, he said he’s taking care of it.”

“Alright, I’ll let Damian know.”

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"What?" Damian said in shock. Dick had called him while he was walking Titus and explained the situation. How and why would you do this to them? Did you not know how badly this would affect them???

"B says he's taking care of it. Don't worry about it much Dami."

That eased his worries a bit. "Okay, goodbye Grayson."

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You were startled awake by the sound of your phone ringing. Groaning, you got up and went to retrieve your phone. On the way there, you glanced at the clock and noticed the time. You had slept for way longer than you meant to. Assuming it was someone from Y/G/N checking on you, you answered.

“Hello?”

"Y/N, you can't talk about us like that-"

You cut Bruce off. "I can and I will." You then hung up on him.

You felt a sense of pride wash over you. You were proud of how far you've come over the years. Before you wouldn't dare disobey Bruce. But now you had the courage to cut him off and hang up on him! You then blocked his number as well as Dick's, Tim's, and Damian's.

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For the next few months, they tried to contact you in every way they knew how. Unfortunately for them, you knew exactly how to avoid and ignore them. They tried to cancel you and make the public believe you were lying. That backfired on them due to Jason exposing their lies and confirming that they did in fact neglect you.

Wayne Enterprises' business started to drop by landslides. Not to the point of bankruptcy but to the point where they were no longer in the top 100. The public started to support you more and Y/G/N gained even more popularity. You were so happy about everything and all the support you were receiving.

Alfred had called you one day congratulating you. He apologized for not trying to get to know you and for letting them treat you that way. He asked if you would like to meet up with him sometime and start to get to know each other. You forgave him and agreed to meet up with him.

Bruce, Dick, Tim, and Damian never bothered you anymore after that and you finally got your happy ending.

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I DID IT! ITS HERE! IT'S FINISHED! AAAAAAAAAAAA!!!! I HOPE YOU ALL ENJOYED THIS!!! THANK YOU ALL FOR BEING SO SUPPORTIVE!!! If you're on the current tag list please let me know if you'd like to be tagged in all of my future DC works since this series is finished or if you'd like to just be tagged in certain works that only involve certain characters. If you want to be tagged in future works of mine please send it through asks.

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[bad4amficideas]

How do you think yandere batfam (platonic and romantic) would react to Reader doing one of those "I'm selling my first time"?

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Jason: Stop being rude Y/N!

Y/N: I’m not being rude I’m being honest, but it would be rude if I followed you around and each step you took I played the tuba!

Jason: I KNEW THAT WAS YOU!!!

[jasontoddismybabe]

Kaldur is fine

[burningdreamunknown]

Althea Grace Prince (Prologue)

She was the daughter of Diana, brought to life the same way her mother was. Sculpted out of clay, and brought to life by the breath of Zeus. She was born on Themyscira, on a thunderous and stormy night. Her mother, much like her grandmother, desperately wished for a child. And because of all that her mother had done for the gods and for the world of man, she was granted her wish. 

Althea Grace, that was her name and she was loved, and she was raised as a warrior. The same way her mother and all of the other amazons were. She was as dedicated and as formidable as her mother had been at her age. Althea was a happy child, another bright light to add to Diana’s.  

Althea was 11 years old when her mother first brought her to the world of man. She was brought to Metropolis, on the roof of a tall skyscraper that had a globe attached to it. 

There, she met her mother’s colleagues. The great and daunting nightmare that is the man of bats. He blended into the shadows as if he was created out of one. He was seemingly a child of Nyx. It was quite a feat to accomplish considering it was daylight in Metropolis. 

The last son of Krypton was quite his opposite. Though tall and formidable, Kal-El was a lighthearted and enthralling man. Truly a man that represented the bright and cheery Metropolis. It was as if Euphrosyne had a child with Ares, (minus the anger of course) and raised him with Dike. A happy war-like god with a sense of morals, that is Kal-El. 

However, those were not the only men she met that day. She met the young offspring of the man of bats and of Kal-El. 

Robin and Superboy. The boys that would forever change her destiny. The only men she would die for. 

Both of the boys were impeccable replicas of their fathers.  

        Robin was cold and standoffish with her, never wanting to be close, but still she tried. She went along with his escapades, even if it went against their parents’ wishes. She was older, so it was only right for her accompany him and Superboy to whatever they were doing, to make sure they wouldn’t maim themselves. 

         Unlike Robin, her and Superboy got along like a house on fire. They had battled their strength and powers against one another. Mostly for fun, sometimes for competition. He was the sibling that Althea never had, and she would cherish those moments with Jon. 

        A few years after they had met, Robin had trusted them enough to tell Althea and Jon his identity. His name was Damian Wayne. The son of Bruce Wayne, heir to a billion dollar company. He was still her Robin, but with dazzling green eyes. 

       It was shortly after this that her mother had told her of what was to happen. Every summer, starting on her 14th birthday, she was to go to Themyscira for training. Proper Amazonian training and education, along with visiting her family. 

       And truly, that was where this story was starting. The third summer that Althea had gone to Themyscira and came back, something had dramatically changed between the three friends.

      They were no longer the children they were when they had first met all those years ago. They were young adults with hormones and problems. Boy were their parents up for a bumpy ride. 

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Youngest!Batsis x Batboys

I just had this sudden idea, plus I already did an "being the oldest" one soooo.....plus I need to post more....

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I don't even need to say it. Overprotectiveness to the highest level.

Spoiled af.

Everyone loves you. EVERYONE.

Being the sassiest biotch.

Creating a zoo with Damian in the manor.

Free rides from Jaybird every weekened.

Obsessing with cereals with Dick.

Beating Timmy in every video games.

Alfred's little angel.

The manor's life and little bundle of joy.

Movie nights every Friday. Some little touch of pillow forts, pillow fights, and tickle wars.

The media snipping only few to none pictures of you. Your gigantic of brothera and father acts as your human shields every time you go outside.

When you were younger, there is ALWAYS someone with you. When you're older, every minute you are bombarded with texts and calls. Or maybe your father put trackers on all of your belongings. Or maybe, everywhere you go, there are shadows above hopping and hovering on you.

Being annoyed on how protectice they are.

Being closest with Damian. Although, when you first arrived, Damian was the meannest to you.

You building a flower garden with Alfred for the boys. So the boys can have a place to be at peace. Also, the boys helping with gardening sometimes.

Being the only one to get through to Bruce whenever he gets too unreasonable.

The #1 source of joy to these family.

Cass, Kate, Steph, and Babs kidnapping you sometimes to have some girl time. Claiming that the boys never shares you.

Your laughter always echos throughout the manor. It lightens all the stress in the boys' bodies.

Cooking with Alfred.

Food fights.

Fashion shows.

Bruce just cannot comprehend how you get to have all the boys, the girls aren't surprising, join in your mini fashion show game.

Superman thinks that's your superpower. It's just so amazing and funny.

Whenever you get kidnapped, they always have a heart attack.

They just don't want to see you hurt. Worse, lose you. Your death would be far too much to these family. Take care of yourself.

[hopesoldcomicblog]

For the love of God shut up-(Dick Grayson x reader)

A.N. Dick slowly begins to fall for the new, elusive and sacarstic vigilante in Bludhaven who seems to have no problem with killing. Hilarity ensues. (Y/n)-your name (Y/v/n)- your vigilante name Enjoy!!!

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You were sitting on a rooftop overlooking Bludhaven, the lights of the sitting reflected on the waterfront bringing a sense of warmth to the dark and dirty city. You looked towards the docks, you had been waiting for a shipment to Come through all week and an anonymous source had tipped you off that it was coming tonight. So instead of being a normal collage student partying with your friends like literally everyone else was doing on a Friday night you had donned your vigilante costume, loaded your guns and set out on a stake out. Your (e/c) eyes peered through binoculars as you waited in silence for the boat to dock. Your heard a series of silent footsteps behind you. You didn’t need to turn around to be able tell who it was. “You need to work on your stealth. I heard your footsteps from the second you landed on the rooftop.” “And a good evening to you to miss (y/v/n).” Your theory was confirmed when your heard his voice. Great, Nightwing had decided to crash your quiet night of stake out. “I assume you’re her for Falcone’s new shipment too. I’ve been here all night and there hasn’t been anything so far.” You stated coldly. You didn’t need him to be here, you could do fine on your own. You had taken down bigger and badder people in the span of your career you didn’t need to babysat by someone who disapproved of your methods. “Hey no need to be harsh, pal.” His voice curled around that word and you could see the award winning smile forming. You turned your head and continued watching the docks and you watched the boat roll in. You sighed happily. Finally some action, you lept off the building and began your way to the docks, hiding in the shadows. A series of footsteps mimicked yours, he was following you. great. You made it to the docks quickly, ignoring your shadow that was practically radiating justice that was twirling around behind you. You waited in the shadows keeping an eye on who was there and what the shipment was. A silence fell between the two of you as you waited. Your (h/c) fluttered in the small breeze of Bludhaven waterfront. There wasn’t much space between the two of you, you could feel the heat radiating off of him. He pressed closer you rolled your eyes behind your mask and continued to wait in your new hiding spot. A few minutes passed and Falcone emerged from the inside of a luxury car that had just driven up. You took this moment as your chance to jump. You pulled out one of your guns, clicked the safety off and took aim. Shortly before firing you were tackled to the ground causing you to miss your target and hit the wall behind Falcone giving yourself away. Nightwing pinned you to the ground and wrestled the gun from your hands as Falcone’s men shot at the two of you. “Nice one Dickhead you gave away our cover.” You said as pushed him off of you and took cover behind a storage container. You could hear Falcone getting away. “(Y/v/n)-” he reached his hand out in order to help you up. You pushed it away and stood up yourself. “Because of you Falcone got away. Because of you I might have missed my chance to actually bring that fucking bastard to justice. Fuck you nightwing. Fuck you.” You screamed as you jabbed your finger at his chest. He stared back at you intently. “(Y/n) listen.” He explained calmly. He had called you by your real name, not your vigilante name. “What did you call me?” You stared back at the man who apparently knew your secret identity. “How do you know my name?” You demanded quietly back turned away from him. “I’m a detective. It’s what I do, but anyway (y/n), I mean (y/v/n) you can’t just kill people for the sake of bringing them to justice. Some of these people are sick and some of them need treatmen-” “Some of them are who deserve to burn in hell for all eternity. I’m just helping in getting them there.” You said coldly as you pulled sprinted away leaving nightwing alone at the docks shivering in the cold winter air of Bludhven.

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After the Falcone incident you didn’t see Nightwing for a few weeks. Bludhaven had been slow, well slow for Bludhaven. You had decided to spend the night in, Nightwing could handle it if it was worse than just a few muggings and petty crimes. Resigning yourself to your couch alongside take out and Netflix. You ate your takeout and petted your cocker spaniel in a delightful amount of peaceful silence. And then your silence was shattered. “Hey (y/f/n), nice place you got yourself here.” You shrieked. You grabbed the closest weapon (in this case it was a dinner knife) spun on your heels. Your fear and shock was replaced by mild anger and well deserved annoyance as you realized who it was. “Did daddy never teach you about knocking or did he forget to teach you manors while you beat in henchmen’s skulls?"You sigh. You see the smirk that at this point should probably be copy righted form."so I assume you came here to talk about a case and not to just break into my apartment, terrify my dog and annoy me to the point where I’m seriously considering stabbing a dinner knife through that mask of yours.” You put a hand on your hips and awaited a serious answer. You got laughter. You frowned in response, you picked up your plate and put it away in your kitchen. “I came to talk about Falcone. He’s on the move again, I think I’ve tracked him down to the west side. He’s dealing a new type of drug. Calling it poison apple.” He explained. You snickered at the corny name.“I know, real creative right? Anyway as I was saying. I assume that’s what he was doing down at the docks a couple weeks ago.” You listened as he explained, glaring at the traitor that is your dog as she sniffs up Nightwing’s spandex covered leg. “Thanks for the info Nightwing. I can handle it from here.” “I’m not telling you this so you can bring Valcone to justice.” He takes a deep breath. “I’m telling you because I think we should team Up. You have a better understanding of how that area of Bludhaven works and I’ve got a plan that can bring him to justice.” “So do I. It’s called a gun.” You throw back, you can practically see him grimace. “Anyway pretty boy I think I’ll be fine without you. Thanks for the info, now kindly get the fuck out of my apartment. ” “Wait, (y/n) hear me out. He’ll kill you if you go after him tonight.” He speaks, his voice almost full of something close to worry. “Thanks for the concern Boy Wonder, but I think I’ll be fine. Plus we both know you don’t want to ‘team up’ with me for the sake of actually taking him down. You want to babysit me and make sure that I won’t kill the bastard.” His posture straightened, demeanor changing. “Killing him does not solve the problem it just causes another one. You can’t just use violence as a way to deal with problems.” “Last I checked you use violence every night to deal with problems.” You were walking away from him, you sat back down on your couch. He followed you of course. Fucking asshole. You sat down in the chair near you, sure go ahead and just make yourself at home dickhead. “That’s different. I don’t, I don’t kill. Killing is wrong, it takes a life from the world and doesn’t give a person a chance to change. It doesn’t-” you grabbed him by the hem of his costume, you could see him bracing for a punch. You felt him flinch when you pulled him into a kiss. It was rough and your fists balled the material of his costume tighter. He was obviously taken off guard by the kiss but he melted into it soon.

The kiss was rough, tongues melting together. Teeth bumping and biting. Full of wet slips of tongues and teeth. Eventually you pulled away and during the span of that hell of a kiss he had somehow landed on top of you. His hair was a mess and he was breathing heavily, a blush was on his cheeks. He looked a like a hot mess and you were sure you did too. “Please. For the love of god. Shut. The. Fuck. Up.” You sighed as you brushed your (h/c) hair from out from in front of your eyes. “Make me.” He muttered as he peppered a string of kissed to your jaw. “God, even when you’re about to get laid you’re annoyingly as hell.” You sighed as you shifted positions as to not feel quite so crushed under his weight. He pulled away quickly. “Who said anything about sex?” He looked mildly confused and quite frankly fucking adorable. “I did. But only if we do it on the bed in the other room because this position of fucking wrecking my spine.” You said as you pressed a kiss to his neck and sat up leading him to the other room. “And the bedroom has better lighting, Grayson” you say with a smirk watching panic slip onto his face. “That’s right I know, you’re not the only detective. And besides, you’re not as subtle as you think Dickie boy.”

* “I knew you fucking set me up. I trusted you and you fucking went behind my back to get Falcone and take him in yourself.” You scream. You’re both in your apartment. The past few nights had gone very differently than you were expecting. “Excuse me? I’m the one who went behind your back? Says the one who literally barged into a restaurant shooting at civilians!” He shouts back. His voice was raw and his face was red. You both had discarded the masks. “They were the bad guys Dick. How many times must I tell you this? They were going to kill innocent people and stopped them. I thought that’s what you cared about your fucking asshole?” You stated calmly. You turn your back to him and return to your kitchen. You pull a glass and a bottle of whisky from the cupboard. He follows you and you can hear him sigh. “(Y/n) you can’t just solve all your problems with violence and drinking. It’s not healthy.” He says. His blue eyes staring back at yours. You take a drink of your whisky. “Fucking watch me you son of a bitch.” You say defiantly. “Anyway only one guy died and it was because he was being stupid. The rest were just wounded and if I truly wanted them dead. They would be.” “God, you’re just so fucking full of it (y/v/n).” He says, his words full of mild defeat. You both know this conversation is going nowhere and is a hopeless cause that won’t amount to anything. “Please define 'it’ I need you to be a little more specific, Nightwing.” You purr back. You walk right by Dick and back into the living room. “Anyway, it has been a pleasure having you over Dickhead but a vigilante needs their beauty sleep, so kindly get the hell out of my apartment.” You say gesturing out the window. “Awww (y/n)”, he purrs grabbing your arm and pulling you close. “Don’t play like that.” “God, is it okay for me to blame everything wrong with your personality on Bruce or shall I bone it on the childhood trauma?” You counter. Words leaving your lips. “ gonna go with blamin-” Unfortunately you’re unable to continue your sentence as it is rudely interrupted by Dick pressing his perfectly pink lips to yours. The kiss is long and it almost distracts you from the click that you recognize as the sound of metal hand cuffs. He pulls away, his fingertips dancing across your jawline. “In the wise words of a certain crime fighting vigilante 'for the love of God, shut the fuck up’” Dick muttered with a smile before pressing a sloppy kiss to your cheek and diving out the window leaving a slightly dazed (y/v/n) handcuffed to the window holding a slip of paper with a set of sloppy numbers written in glitter blue gel pen.

[prettiest-thing-in-the-morgue]

Incorrect Quotes

summary : incorrect quotes for my lone warrior series .

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Batfam : Damian who is your favorite family member?

Damian : No one, you all are incompetent

*reader walks in*

Damian : *running towards them at full speed* BLOOD SIBLING YOU'RE BACK !!

Batfam : *watches in jealousy*

Jason : Where is a good place to hide if you don't want to be found by the government ?

Reader: - 77° 50' 59.99" S , 166° 39' 59.99" E

Dick :WHY DO YOU KNOW THAT BY HEART???

Reader: :D 👩‍🦯👩‍🦯

Tim : *staring at reader intently*

Reader: *stares at him in boredom*

Tim : you look familiar .......

Reader: Yeah, I think I went out with your mom once *absolutely shitting with him*

Tim : *mortified* WHAT ????

Reader: It wasn't my fault she was charmed by the male version of myself.

Dick :It must suck to be in a morgue like there's nothing fun there .

Reader: I once won a competition for being the prettiest person in a morgue - you can say I practically killed it . Oh, off note the beds there are great to sleep in-

Batfam : *stares at reader in utter mortification*

Bruce : WHAT DO YOU MEAN BY KILLED IT ??

Reader: 😇😇😇💃💃💃

Stephanie :What are your hobbies, reader ?

Reader: I like walking up to random people and shaking their hands only to tell them I have successfully transferred a rare , non - curable disease to them and that they have 1 hour left to live and watch them freakout and cry their eyes out while I walk away.

Stephanie :😨😨😨😨😰😰😰

Duke :any tips for life ?

Reader: You can turn paint thinner into cherry soda if you're desperate for soda that's cherry flavored.

Duke : :that's not a tip-

Reader: *shrugs* suit yourself

Barbara : I would actually like to know more on that.

Cassandra :what's good dating advice ?

Reader: sell it.

this is so random. Sorry 😭😭😭

chapter 3 is still in the works but I felt bad for leaving you amazing pple with nothing for too long so hoped you enjoyed this 💜💜💜💖💖

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[visionofhope04]

Neglected - Part 1

Batfam x Neglected!Batsis!Reader

Part 1 (Current) Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5

Inspired by a book called Face The Music by Batfam-Imagines on Wattpad.

Ages: Alfred (Immortal), Bruce (48-ish), Dick (26-27), Jason (24-25), Tim (17-18), Damian (13-14), Y/N (13-14)

Prompt: You are Damian’s twin sister and have been living with them for 3 years. (CONTAINS CHILD NEGLECT AS SUGGESTED BY THE TITLE AS WELL AS SELF HATE ALSO ED)

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You had been living with your father and adoptive brothers for three years with Damian. At first, it was okay and you quite enjoyed their company, especially Alfred’s. However, after a while, they completely forgot about you. You’d barely be acknowledged in your own home. Damian was always the center of attention. You were overshadowed by him. They didn’t ignore him, they treated him as their own. So what made you so different?

You could fight as well as him, yet they didn’t let you in on the family business even though you already knew about it. You were smarter than him as you were more grounded and thought things out more. You would be a useful asset to their team. You didn’t know why you were forgotten. You thought it could’ve been because you were too fat or too ugly.

You thought you had done something wrong, even though you couldn’t possibly think of what that may have been. You started to hate yourself. You blamed yourself for them ignoring you. You had convinced yourself they didn’t want or care about you and that you were a pathetic useless little girl that no one loves. Every time you wanted to talk to someone about it, they’d be busy and you didn’t want to be more of a burden to them.

You were surprisingly the closest to Jason. Sure, he was just as busy as the rest but actually tried to get to know you. Like him, you had also been revived by the Lazarus Pit. When you both couldn’t sleep, you’d go to the library together and read. It helped you both forget about the nightmares that plagued your sleep and allowed you to enter a different reality.

You were aware Jason never intentionally ignored you, he was busy and you understood that. You had wished your other family members had at least tried as Jason had, but you knew that they favored Damian. It was the simple things that led you to this conclusion, really. How they’d ask him about his day or if the material he studied was difficult which he would always reply with something along the lines of “Tt, it was easy.”.

At dinner, everyone seemed to forget you existed. They never asked you about your day or school. They didn’t seem to really care. It was as if you were invisible so it wouldn’t matter what you did. They never noticed how you starved yourself or how little you ate. They never noticed how you tried not to slouch or place your elbows on the table. They never noticed your subtle glances at each of them, making sure they weren’t judging you.

You’d always slip out of dinner quietly and it went unnoticed by the others. It became a routine where you’d eat a little bit, escape the room, and then go back to finding things to occupy yourself with. You never expressed how much it hurt you to be ignored and never planned to. You wanted them to apologize to you themselves even though you knew the probability of that. If you went to them first, you were afraid that they would hate you even more.

Over time, your self hate started to heighten and became worse. You were constantly reminded that you were a fat, ugly, useless nobody, freak that didn’t deserve to live. Your paranoia grew and you became a perfectionist. You were terribly suffering. You had become dangerously underweight and always looked tired. No one noticed though, too caught up in their own problems to spare you a glance.

About a year later, you are now 14 years old. Your grades have dropped and you are critically underweight. You don’t even digest the food anymore. You simply “eat” a bit and then take water with you as you throw it all up in the toilet. You fill yourself up with water from now on since in your mind you are still fat. You tell yourself “It’s fine, you’ll be fine.” but you can’t fool your body, you can only fool your mind.

[yandereteentitans]

Um this is my first time asking someone things but um can u please do Damian wayne ideal type or beast boy ideal type. IF YOU DONT DO THESE ASKS ANYMORE U DONT HAVE TO DO IT

Of course! Though I do not do Damian on this account, but if that's what you want check my other tumblr out: @batfamxreader

So, I'll do Beast Boy <3

He's a huge cuddler, always wanting to be on you

He adores you and would do literally anything for you

Ask for it and he'll find a way to get it for you

Nothings to big or to small

He likes to show his love for you with gifts and affection

By god does this man love affection

Giving or receiving, he doesn't really care

He can get a little insecure

Though he is quickly reassured when he lays in your arms and falls into a deep sleep

He holds onto you tightly, while you both sleep

He doesn't want you sneaking off or getting out of his hold

If you try to move, he'll squeeze you tighter

He loves animals, so it wouldn't be hard to convince him of getting one or two or three or however many you want

There's a lot of green on your home, fruits and even vegetables

He wouldn't MIND if you ate meet, though he'd prefer if you didn't

He'd be okay with you eating eggs and stuff, THOUGH he really wants you to not eat meat

He's usually not one to argue with you and he's pretty much very easy going, he WILL put up a fight with the vegetarian thing

He might secretly glare at you when you eat meat, though if you look up at him, he'll look away

He wants to hug you so tightly and keep you in his arms

[reareaotakubackup]

Hiii i was wondering for which fandoms do you write? Do you for PJO? Or Miraculous Ladybug ? Or Arcane ? Avatar? Or Hades (the game)?

So here are all my blogs (that were terminated, but are back up):

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[jason-bitchass-todd]

might fuxk around and make some dc moodboards again???? send in requests and i will be happy to fulfill

i am accepting batfamxreader, batsibling!, batmom!, and any general/specific ones ones!! (so basically anything)

[flashdash626]

~ Batsis and the boys ~

Y/N: I say we lock Damian up! I volunteer my basement!

[jasontoddismybabe]

Batkids hanging out on Friday night (jason's idea)

[determinedkitty24]

Batboys with a Chubby!S/O

So I wanted to write this because I'm really chubby, not like the cute chubby, like the legit really chubby...sooo this is for people like me who wants some love, like me~

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Dick:

Has been with a lot of women. From supermodels to your average pretty.

And let me say this, he's so tired of dating the prettiest faces with the ugliest souls.

What draw him to you is definitely your personality. It's new to him. And that excites him.

Really couldn't careless of your looks or you body shape.

Dick didn't fell in love with you because of your looks and shape, it's your uniqueness that drew him onto you.

Be proud of that.

Makes sure that you are showered daily with love and kisses.

Burns anyone that dares to even bully you.

Want to exercise? Gladly joins you.

Diet? Buys anything healthy and tries to learn to cook anything healthy. That's very big considering Dick in cooking.

Loves hugging you. Anytime. Anywhere.

His cutest fluff ball.

Whenever you feel insecure, tell him. He'll remind you just how perfect and beautiful you are to him later that night.

Jason:

Jason doesn't give a fuck tbh.

He has been through a lot. Like death, for example.

So, I for sure can say that Jason isn't the type to base his s/o by their looks.

More into the personality than looks. Sure, it's nice to have some sexy bods but so what if they don't even care about him?

He needs more of a pillar to support and ground him. Help this poor baby. He's been through lots of hardships.

Finds you very attractive, you can even turn him on. Just letting you know.

Help whoever dares to even say something bad about you, because they won't even be able to move any inch of their body afterwards.

He just loves you very much.

Very protective of you.

He considers himself to be not the best boyfriend but he tries his very best, especially when you're feeling insecure about yourself.

Loves burying himself in your boobs/chest or your belly. He couldn't comprehend just how fluffy and soft you are. And he's so happy you're his.

Your fluffiness calms him during his nightmares or his stressful nights during patrol.

Timmy:

Looks is his least worry in this world.

Instead, he needs some nurturing and patient as an s/o.

Someone who can save him from dying on caffeine overdose.....

You both can be insecure together........

Give him much love just as much as he gives so much love to you. This poor baby....

I can say he's one the best among the boys when it comes to your insecurity since he's insecure himself. So understands you.

Just please have your belly as his pillow. It's the most comfortable place for him to sleep. Ever.

Also, run your fingers on his hair. It'll be heaven for him.

He'd be more insecure of you being in a relationship with himthan you being with him. You, one of the most beautiful and kindest person he'd ever seen and met. Please cherish him.

His forehead kisses are the most comforting thing ever. That's what he does to erase your insecurities. It's only reserved for you.

Love him.

Damian:

I had a feeling that Damian will judge you at first. Because his a jerk. And he thinks you're a dumb, lazy fat ass who does nothing at all.

But getting to know you changed that.

His insults decrease as time went on.

Once you're in a relationship now. He couldn't comprehend how you could be so strong and fierce yet so fragile at the same time.

Will absolutely protect you from this hell of a world.

When he loves, he loves unconditionally and probably eternally.

So you're his forever, and he's yours forever.

Not really into PDA, but in private he's the most affectionate person. Ever.

He'd call you "Jamila" ,which means beautiful in arabic, and Beloved.

Feeling insecure? He'd show you a fee of his sketches and paintings of yourseld just so you could see just how beautiful you are. Some drawings are not allowed for you to see. Too shy and embarrassed.

He's a gentleman, so be prepared to be treated like a princess, if not a queen.

Kisses all your insecurities away. Literally.

Make sure to pull him away immediately from anyone who'd dare to insult you. Enough said.

Calm him down with your fluffiest hugs. You can do that even in public. Though, only do that when you really need to calm him down. Otherwise, don't.

Showers you with gifts.

When he's not there, his pets would be there to cheer you up whenever you feel insecure.

You are literally loved.

Never let him go. He's too precious for this world