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wonderjanga2 · 7 days ago

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Prologue, Chapter One, Chapter Two, Chapter Three, Chapter Four, Chapter Five, Chapter Six, Chapter Seven, Chapter Eight, Chapter Nine, Epilogue (here)

TW: Standard Zombie stuff. Y’know, eating people, but it’s only mentions in this one.

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

Epilogue

You and Jill sat in two different… cells? The Batcave has cells. Lovely.

You watched Batman pace back and forth over and over while a whole gaggle of vigilantes stood behind him. The guy with the red helmet on looked familiar… did you and Jill see him after your guys’ first kill? Or was it before?

Everyone looked depressed. That was the easiest way to put it. All the bats and birds had the deepest frowns you could see, and Jill was also depressed, probably worried you both were going to be thrown in jail.

Speaking of which, why weren’t you?

“I can’t believe you!” The main bat yelled as he continued his pacing. “Killing six people, [Name], what is wrong with you?!”

You didn’t really know what to say to that so you just said the first thing that came to your mind. “I was hungry?”

“That doesn’t excuse it! Why didn’t you come to us?!” He continued his yelling.

“Why would I come to you…? How would I come to you? Did you want me to just stand in the street and wait until one of you noticed me or something?” You asked, confused.

“And now you’re being cheeky!” The man threw his hands up in anger. “[Name], you’re grounded! Forever!”

“Wha— you can’t ground me! You’re not my fucking dad!” You yelled back. The Batman was trying to ground you? What the hell? What, was he gonna keep you in this jail for the rest of your zombie life! You still don’t know how you both got here by the way. After he’d found you both on the train, you were both knocked out before you could register.

Batman gasped at that. Some of the birds did too.

You continued on with your words. “I don’t even live with you either!”

“Of course you do! Where else would you live? You’re seventeen and the apartment you used to store bodies in wasn’t used for any other purpose than that.”

“They live with me.” Jill spoke up, scratching her cheek. Honestly, how did the Batman of all people not know that?

Batman sharply turned his head to her. “You. What did you do to [Name]?”

“Excuse me?” Jill sounded startled.

“What did you do to them? [Name] would’ve never considered murder without an outside influence so what did you do?” It was Robin who spoke this time. The little kid drew his sword and slowly approached Jill’s cell.

You felt that if you and Jill could see each other, you both would’ve shared a look of ‘what the fuck is wrong with these dumbasses’?

“I’m sorry, do I know you guys?” You inquired, tilting your head slightly.

Red Robin sputtered at that. “Of course you do!”

A small silence encompassed the entire cave.

“Nuh uh.” You shook your head.

“What do you mean ‘Nuh uh’?! Did becoming a zombie mess with your memory?” At Red Robin’s words, he rushed over and unlocked the cell. He grabbed your face and pulled out a light to check your pupils. A few other vigilantes followed him in and clung to you or touched you in some type of way.

“No? I just don’t think we’ve ever talked more than like a second!” You pulled your face away as double R started muttering something about your pupils not reacting to light.

“Yes we have, [Name]. We talked before dinner the other day, didn’t we?” Some girl in purple spoke up. Spoiler, was it? She had her hand on your shoulder.

“Uh… no? The last dinner I had was with my family, and even then I didn’t get to eat anything cause they were serving human food.” You shrugged off the hand. She put it back a second later.

Another silence enveloped the cave.

Red Robin, you was still in front of you muttering about it your zombieness also paused and slowly looked to you. You couldn’t tell what his expression was.

He then pulled back his mask and your eyes widened at the sight of Tim Drake. Your Tim Drake. Your dipshit, older brother.

“Tim?!” You exclaimed.

Suddenly, Tim put his head in his hands and let out the longest sigh. After a bit, he dragged them down his face so he could stare at you.

“You had no idea we were vigilantes, did you?” He whispered, looking like he was wondering how the hell that slipped through the cracks.

(Tim really did like you. Really. It’s just that whenever you talked to him, he was either busy or tired and well… no one wants to be annoyed by their younger sibling so he shooed you off more often than not. But like he said, he did like you. He liked those rare mornings you made his favorite coffee and he would sit with you during breakfast while he drank it. He knew that you’d been the one to place blankets on him whenever he fell asleep randomly. He knew that you were a really caring person who looked out for him and the others. And if he never thanked you for it? What can he say? He’s a busy guy.)

“Wha— why would I know that?!” You yelled. You then watched as Red Ro— Tim pulled away from you. The other vigilantes followed and you and Jill both watched as they all convened and whispered to one another.

(“I told Dick a Justice League alert went off so I told him to tell them.”

“And I told Duke that I had to pop back to Blüdhaven because of an emergency. So he was supposed to tell them!”

“Killer Croc appeared during the lunch I planned to tell [Name] though! I told Steph to tell them!”

“But an emergency happened and I—)

They eventually came back to [Name] Black Bat even moved to unlock Jill’s cell. She immediately rushed over to sit criss-cross applesauce next to you. Some of the Bats frowned at that for whatever reason. You didn’t care to know why.

All you knew was that if they tried anything towards Jill like taking her to jail…

You’d probably eat them. Scratch that. You’d definitely eat them.

The big bat himself cleared his throat. “[Name], it has come to our attention that you never knew our identities and therefore didn’t know if you could come to us in a time of need.” Batman— or was it Bruce(?) said. He was the only one you thought had the build and jaw shape to be the Bat.

“Yeah, no shit.” You grumbled, Jill grabbed your hand and squeezed it. Probably trying to tell you to shut the fuck up.

“Language. Now as I was saying. I understand you didn’t know to come to us, but [Name], surely you know it wasn’t okay to murder six people, right?”

“I guess…? They all also murdered people too. Most of them did anyways.”

“Yes, but two wrongs don’t make a right, now do they?” Bruce, for the first time ever, was speaking to you in an almost babying tone. Like you were five and he was lecturing you on breaking Tim’s toy truck or whatever wrongs a kid at that age could do.

“Sure.” You said with the blankest tone ever.

“Then from now on you’ll come to us, right? If you’re ever hungry for humans, we’ll get you some because we’re your family and we care about you.” You would’ve been surprised if he didn’t start wagging his finger any second now.

“Sure.” You said blankly again.

“Good. Now, as for your little friend.” Bruce turned his head to Jill. She jumped. “I don’t want to see you coerce [Name] into anything ever again. Do you understand me?”

“Yes sir.” She nodded quickly, her grip tightening harder on your hand.

Meanwhile, during that interaction, you were giving him the stink eye.

Who does he think he is talking to Jill like that?

“I hope you know that the only reason I’m not letting you take the fall from the entire thing is that you’re [Name]’s friend.” Bruce ground out.

You wanted to bite into his Achilles heel. Though, his boots did look reinforced so you might chip a tooth instead.

“Now, run along you two. Alfred’s going to start on dinner soon.” He pointedly looked at Jill again. “At the table, we can further discuss if we think you’re truly a worthy friend for [Name].”

You couldn’t help but glare at him for that. Jill is the truest friend you’ve ever had. At least they were letting you both go though… You stood and followed Alfred to the elevator, pulling Jill along. When you both exited, all three of you were now and one of the manor’s corridors. Alfred walked ahead, expecting you both to follow. You were about to, but Jill pulled you back…

…and kissed the life (ha ha) out of you.

“Fuck, I thought we were going to jail for sure.” She said as she pulled away from the kiss, yet stayed to rest her forehead on yours.

What a woman!

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wonderjanga2 · 8 days ago

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POV: when reader told the landlord they were married

I added the heart for extra flare, so silly

#DOOMEDYURI (pls don’t doom us)

OOOH! I LOVE YOUR READER And JILL! She’s such a CUTIE! It’s always so interesting to read your guys’ interpretations of what your Jills look like! (I’d genuinely like to hear about them in the comments for the few that are willing to share)

Don’t worry though! There won’t be doomed yuri (or I guess just relationship for the people whose Reader is a guy).

Probably.

Maybe.

I don’t actually know yet, we’ll have to see, but for now? It’s leaning to Jill not dying or being taken to jail.

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wonderjanga2 · 9 days ago

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Prologue, Chapter One, Chapter Two, Chapter Three, Chapter Four, Chapter Five, Chapter Six, Chapter Seven, Chapter Eight, Chapter Nine (Here)

TW: Standard Zombie stuff. Y’know, eating people, but it’s only mentions in this one.

Chapter Nine

You and Jill took another alleyway. The sounds of your footstep’s thump thump thumping was loud in your ears. Or was that your heart? No… you didn’t have a heartbeat anymore it was definitely your shoes. Jill was still pulling you along around corners and through shortcuts.

In the distance, you could hear cop car sirens blaring. (Bruce later told you they put an APB out for the two of you) They were getting closer.

Shit—

You pushed Jill up against a wall and kissed the snot out of her as a unit of cars sped past the alley the two of you were in.

What? You panicked!

When you pulled away, Jill was redder than the Christmas ornament you accidentally shattered when you were like twelve and helping Alfred decorate one of the man trees in the manor.

“Kissing to hide faces always works in spy movies…?” You offered your explanation.

Jill’s mouth open and closed for a moment, trying to find something to say to that. “We’re going to talk about why that was your first instinct later, okay?” She gently pushed you away and grabbed your hand so you could both start running again.

Meanwhile, you were just stuck on the fact there would be a later. You really, really hoped there would be, you thought as you both went down the steps into Gotham’s underground train station.

Bruce Wayne POV

“…What?”

“It’s [Name]. I don’t know any other way to put i—” She was cut off by a chime on the computer. Bruce heard a few clicks. “They’re at the train station in The Bowery. [Name] just withdrew eight hundred dollars from an atm.”

“You think they’ll run?” Bruce asked as he started running across the rooftops once more.

“The cameras tell me that they will. They hopped the turnstiles and are waiting by the platform.” She said, more typing could be heard. “I have no idea what stop they’re going to get off at.”

“Probably the station near the Trigate Bridge.” Bruce murmured as he jumped down into a rather wide alley and tapped a button on his arm.

“Probably.” She murmured. “Then all they’d have to do is take a cab and be out the city in less than thirty minutes.”

Bruce hated the thought that his easiest child was set on leaving the family.

(He really does love you as one of his kids. But, like he said, you were easy, not one to cause problems or stir up trouble, with excellent academic and extracurricular performances. That was why his attention towards you was always lacking. You could take care of yourself. You were independent. You didn’t need him. And with the way you easily went off killing people with your partner in crime without a care in the world? It seemed that you still didn’t.

He really did wish you needed him sometimes.)

You and Jill stood at the platform, waiting for the train. You and Jill were still holding hands. You could feel her pulse through her skin, beating rapidly.

In a weird way, you kinda wanted to sink your teeth into her. Not in a zombie way, but in a “I admire every single part of you so much so that I need to consume you so that you can be apart of me” kinda way.

Yeah, that was the easiest way to put it. This zombie stuff was really affecting you weirdly, huh?

Jill squeezed your hand as the train skid to a stop in front of the crowd the two of you stood in. She took a deep breath. “Everything’s gonna be fine, [Name].”

“I know.” You said. You both walked with the crowd and settled into some seats. “Jill, everything’s gonna be fine as long as we’re together.”

“That’s right.” She murmured, letting her head tip onto your shoulder. “Everything’s gonna be just fine.” She exhaled shakily.

Bruce Wayne POV

“They’re getting into the train, Bruce.” Barbara warned just as the Batmobile came barreling down the alley. Bruce jumped just as the car’s top open and safely landed inside. He quickly planted his hands on the steering wheel and started driving.

Could he cut off the train? No, it’d be easier to wait for them at the stop. Or maybe he could…?

Bruce took and left and then a right and then other right until he drove the Batmobile off of a bridge and entered one of the tunnels underneath said bridge. He pulled up the layout of the tunnels on one of the screens. He made sure that the tunnels with train tracks were highlighted. He drove until he finally stopped at a tunnel diagonal to him.

It was then that he started his wait.

“So… where are we gonna go once we’re out of Gotham?” You asked, making sure to whisper in the relative silence of the train.

“I don’t know.” Jill muttered. “Not Metropolis. Superman and Batman might work together to get us. Plus it’s way too bright over there.”

You thought for a moment before replying. “Okay, how about no cities with superheroes at all?”

“You sure? I was about to suggest Blüdhaven. That’s the second easiest place we could kill so you could eat.”

“Yeah, but Nightwing’s there and he’s a Bat too, isn’t he?” You asked, puzzled. “He’d be worse than Superman.”

“True.” She sounded defeated. “I don’t know then…”

“How about we join a circus like Dickie and travel around, taking a person from whatever city we go too!” You sounded a little too enthusiastic as you spoke. The guy next to you got up and walked across the isle to sit away from you.

She took a moment to pause at that. She then lifted her head from your shoulder to stare at you with squinted eyes. “…Didn’t that Professor Pyg guy do that?”

“Well, yeah, but it’s a solid idea, isn’t it?” You asked.

“I guess? We’d just have to find a circus.” She lowered her head back down to rest on your shoulder.

Bruce Wayne POV

While Bruce was waiting, he felt his Bat-Phone buzz. It was a text from Alfred along with some pictures of very suspicious™️ clothes. They were apparently stashed haphazardly under your bed.

Oh, and would you look at that? Those were the same clothes the two trespassers from the museum were wearing.

Bruce had to suppress a sigh.

He already knew the two of them were the ones who broke into the museum, but with having even more proof thrown in his face, he couldn’t help the disappointment. He just couldn’t help but wonder…

Why didn’t you come to him?

To any of your family! They would’ve helped and worked for a cure to your zombification. They could’ve properly kept you fed! They could’ve helped you blend in as a human and go back to being that easygoing child you once were. But no! You went to this little friend of yours? Jill something? (He was too disappointed and angered to remember her last name)

Was she the one who encouraged this behavior?

[Name] should’ve come to their family. Did she tell them not to come? [Name] used to come and ask for help with things all the time! (You stopped when you were around fifteen, same year Jason nearly killed you, after Bruce would dismiss you and say something along the lines of “you’re smart, you can handle it.”)

Bruce was about to complain more about the girl in his head, but was interrupted by the sound of a train coming.

Your train.

As the train was nearing, he pulled out his grappling gun and fired it just as the train started to pass him. He got pulled along crawled up the train onto its roof. He quickly pulled out two batarangs and stuck them into the roof to keep himself from flying away. He then started pulling himself along the top, using the batarangs to pull himself forward until he dropped into a gap.

He opened the door to one of the train cars and walked through, scanning for you. This wasn’t your car.

Whatever, he thought as he made his way to the conductor’s car. He still needed to stop the train.

You were locked in a staring contest with the dude who changed seats so he could sit away from you when the train suddenly started to skid to a stop. Jill was on the verge of dozing off meanwhile.

You really hoped it wasn’t a rogue that stopped you guys. You didn’t wanna deal with Riddler or Joker or Scarecrow bombs.

Why do so many rogues make bombs?!

(Though, admittedly, you wouldn’t mind if Condiment King showed up. What? Who wouldn’t like a slice of human with some ketchup on it?)

One of the train car’s doors, the ones on the end, not the sides, opened. Many people around you tensed just in case it was in fact a rogue. You noticed pointy ears sticking out above the crowd.

No.

It was making its way closer to you and Jill.

No. No!

A shadow now loomed over the two of you. A very aggravated looking Batman stared down at you both. A wide-eyed Jill and [Name] stared back.

“You’ll both be coming with me.” The vigilante all but growled.

No! No! NO! FUCK!

This was a really short one. Sorry guys.

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wonderjanga2 · 10 days ago

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Is it bad I got addicted to the series right away? Also Jill my baddie wit a fatty, I love her she’s so gf

You made me laugh so hard in a completely quiet car.

ALSO THANKS POOKIE

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wonderjanga2 · 11 days ago

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ily ily ily ily ily ily ily

please dont go bald i love your writing

I have a healthy set of hair

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wonderjanga2 · 11 days ago

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Hey I want to make fan art of my pookie bear Jill but I have one itsy bitsy problem that's stopping me. What does she look like. I've been imagining her as Tomoyo Daidouji(CardCaptor Sakura) because of her vibe but I'm not to sure. Answer at your soonest love ya

The thing is, I answered a comment of someone else’s who said something similar. Listen, she’s YOUR love interest. Draw her or imagine her however you like. I’ll admit, the reason she isn’t described at all is not because I wanted you guys to decide her appearance, but you guys can make use of that. The comment I replied to earlier said they imagined her as Jill Valentine. If YOUR imagination imagines her as Tomoyo (she’s the friend who makes all the outfits and records Sakura, right?) then she can look like Tomoyo!

#yandere batfam #yandere batfam x reader #neglected reader #x reader

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wonderjanga2 · 11 days ago

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Prologue, Chapter One, Chapter Two, Chapter Three, Chapter Four, Chapter Five, Chapter Six, Chapter Seven, Chapter Eight (Here)

TW: mentions of cannibalism and dead bodies and all that stuff. Though, this is our zombie story so I’d be surprised if it didn’t have that.

Chapter Eight

You rubbed your neck as you and Jill stepped out of the warehouse a few minutes after Langstrom left.

“Are you sure you’re feeling okay?” Jill asked, concern shining strong through her voice. She’d been asking similar questions ever since the Doctor stuck the cure into your neck without so much of a warning. And while although it is nice for her to fret over you, it can get annoying after a bit.

You turned to her, stopping your walk so you could put your hands on his shoulders. “Jill. I’m fine. I promise.”

She also stopped her walk so she could stare at you with a look that was way too concerned in your opinion. “But—”

“But nothing.” You interrupted. “I am fine.”

The girl’s concerned face didn’t change. “But earlier, you said you didn’t feel anything change. What if the cure didn’t work?”

“Then you’ll kill me if I get too aggressive like the old man said.”

“But I don’t want to kill you!” She groaned, slumping forward against you. You’d already given her this solution earlier when she’d first put you through this line of questioning. She obviously didn’t take it well. She obviously didn’t take it well now either.

“Then I have no idea what you’ll do then.” You said giving her a pat on the back, trying your best to sound solemn. “Now. I’m famished. Let’s go to the apartment.” You grabbed her hand, giddy at the thought of satisfying your stomach.

She kept asking the same few questions over and over as you both made the journey, this time deciding to take a bus for once instead of walking.

Speaking of the bus, maybe you shouldn’t have taken it. If you’d both just walked, that weird incident wouldn’t have happened.

See, you were just minding your business, sitting with Jill in some grimy seats. You were continuously answering questions about your wellbeing and having to continuously answer that you were fine. Next to you was some twitchy guy and next to Jill was some even twitchier guy that she was leaning away from.

Coincidentally, her leaning away from the guy caused her to lean onto you. So, you weren’t exactly complaining about that.

It was during her fifty millionth question of whether or not you were feeling alright, that was when you saw her. It was some girl, she was sitting on the other side of the bus, but she was staring at you.

Wait a damn minute, isn’t that Cassandra?

(You never knew if you were allowed to call her Cass. Before, when you actually cared, you didn’t think the two of you were close enough for that. Speaking of closeness, it was actually because of your refrain from calling her that and your keeping of distance, that was actually because you were so busy trying to impress everyone, that she assumed you wanted to be left alone. That you were a solitary soul. It’s not like you both spent more than a couple minutes together outside of the family dinners. And sure, she picked up desperation in your body language, the desperation to be noticed, but she never knew what it was directed at.)

Ah shit, now you guys are making eye contact, now she knows you see her. She made some motions with her hands, sign language. Back then, you’d learned so you could talk with her. Cause, y’know, sibling talk! You don’t think you’ve used it in a long while. You also never got that sibling talk either.

She signed something along the lines of ‘You have a ____?’ You didn’t recognize the last sign. Damn. You must be rusty.

You gave her a confused look and signed back. ‘Do I have a what?’

‘____’ She signed the unknown word again.

Okay… you still didn’t know what that meant. You were about to sign another ‘what?’ But the bus pulled up to yours and Jill’s stop so instead, you both got off.

“Why were you and that girl throwing gang signs?” Jill asked as you both got back to walking to the apartment.

“I dunno. Sibling bonding.” You shrugged.

“What?”

When you both got to the apartment complex, the last thing either of you expected was to see a bunch of cop cars and police tape. Blue and red lights flashed as you both stood in the crowd onlooking what appeared to be an investigation.

Shit…

You watched Batman as he talked to the police commissioner.

Shit!

You searched your mind for any slip up that might’ve lead the man to you. You didn’t know whether it was good or bad you couldn’t find anything. Jill’s grip on your hand tightened suddenly. Your eyes darted to her in response. She had that traumatized look again as she stared ahead at the complex. Was she the one who slipped up? It was hard to tell.

All you knew was that you had to leave immediately.

Jill seemed to have the same idea. She pulled you away from the crowd and started speed walking.

“Where are we going?” You croaked out as she pulled you along.

The girl took a shaky breath. “We’re going to the train station. I’m pretty sure the one nearby has a ATM too. So you’re gonna withdraw a bunch of money so we can buy two tickets and get the hell out of Gotham.” She started jogging now, still pulling you along.

“Alright. Okay.” You were reassuring yourself. “And— and we’ll start over somewhere.” You said as she turned into an alleyway for a shortcut.

Bruce Wayne POV

Bruce stood with Gordon as he surveyed the scene. So this was where the zombie was.

How normal.

Then again, sometimes the best camouflage is plain sight. Gordon told him of the apartment. Barren, empty save for a few things. Some prints, upon later research, it was found that they belong to a very old book detailing more information about the zombies. A fish tank that held a a shriveled ball with spider-like legs, and a freezer containing the body of the witness Bruce had been after for all this time.

Peter Micheals.

Missing a leg and having part of his shoulder… chiseled off? Disgusting.

Apparently, there were traces of other people inside the freezer as well. It’s been well used.

If you’re wondering how exactly Bruce found the place, well, he hit the jackpot when the undead shouted at its partner for them to run back to the apartment. From there, it was some easy digging and he found the place.

Talking to the landlord revealed more information as well.

“I don’t know, okay?” The man said impatiently when asked about the identity of the owner of said apartment. “All I remember was that it was two kids— teenagers. They just strolled up in here one day and made me give them the apartment for a little extra cash due to the fact they were kids.”

“Teenagers?” The officer interviewing the man muttered. “What did they look like?”

“I don’t know! All I remember is that they were kids and that they were married and that’s it. I’ve only seen them maybe once since they moved in.” The man huffed. “Listen, can I go now? I got places to be, people to see.”

“…You’re free to go.” The officer said, writing something down on a notepad.

They were married?

…Maybe the landlord had heard the two wrong.

But as for the rest of the statement, two teenagers? Two teenagers were able to kill six people without anyone noticing?

An older woman gave a more accurate description of the two as she had apparently just seen them recently. The woman was Serbian and had translated the prints found in the apartments for them.

“And did you notice any suspicious behavior from the two at all during their stay here?” It was a different officer interviewing this time.

“Well,” the woman paused to puff some smoke from her cigarette. “Once a month there’d be this retched screaming. You think it was the victims.”

“Maybe. We can’t say for sure yet. Say, what exactly did you think the screaming was?” The officer asked curiously.

“Well, when I asked, the other one, not the girl, said it was the sounds of their, and this is their words, not mine, vigorous lovemaking.”

“…oh.” The officer said lamely.

Oh indeed.

You guys almost made it to the train station when you guys into Robin. Red Robin. Yum

The guy was crouched on a dumpster when he found you both and look like he was about to attack the two of you with his pole. That is, until he suddenly stopped.

“[Na— er… Civilians, are you on a date?” The guy sounded completely confused for some reason.

(Tim didn’t know why he felt a little peeved at the thought of it)

You were trying to find a reason why he should even care. Also, was he about to say your name?

“Uh… Yeah, totally.” You gave him a strained smile and leaned over to give Jill a kiss on the cheek.

Her face turned completely red and she looked at you bewildered for a moment before she forced a smile too. She gave you a kiss on the cheek back.

“Right… so if you’ll excuse us.” You and Jill carefully walked past him, looking back now and then, watching him watch you guys leave. As soon as you both turned the corner, you both started sprinting.

Alfred Pennyworth POV

Alfred happened to be doing some cleaning while Master Bruce was out and about. He’d started on Master Tim’s room and then moved on until he finished all the ones in the eastern wing before moving to the western wing, where your room resided.

Alfred went to check the bathroom first. In case of any repeats of the… incident. Thankfully, it was vomit-free. It was also recently used judging by the two toothbrushes and other hygienic products scattered about.

Huh. Master [Name] is normally quite tidy.

No matter. Alfred of all people is used to cleaning up after other’s messes.

That was until he found some rather suspicious clothes™️ under your bed. He sent a picture to Master Bruce just in case his second youngest child was dipping their toes into villainy.

The outfits are extremely suspicious™️ after all.

Barbara Gordon POV

Ever since Barbara found out about Micheals, she’s been looking for patterns in the kills. If the killer was able to get away with this for nearly six months without alerting anyone, there’s a high chance they have a target group. Therefore, there should be a pattern.

That was when she was conveniently sent the profiles of three other people who’s DNA were found at the scene.

They were all criminals?

Then…

A few pages opened, a few clicks clacked, a few keyboards typed on and soon she pulled up the profiles of two other criminals. The six of them stared back at her.

All bailed out of jail. All on the seventh of each month. All around 2 to 4 pm. The numbers match with the amount of people the zombie told Bruce they killed too.

It looks like these are their victims. Or at least that’s what she’s inferring. Apparently there were a couple more DNA samples that hadn’t run their course and been identified yet, so she supposed that would be the actual confirmation.

But, once again, patterns. If the same person came every day, on that time, and left with the people murdered. They’d have their suspect confirmed.

…Is that [Name]…?

Bruce Wayne POV

“B?” Barbara’s voice crackled to life on the comm.

“Yes?” Bruce answered as he grappled away from the site.

She sounded hesitant. Bruce wondered why. “I think I’ve identified who the zombie is. I also think they had a partner.” She said.

“Send me the details.”

“Bruce… it’s [Name].”

“[Name] what?” He asked as he started parkouring over roofs.

“Just [Name]. Our [Name]. The one who lives at the manor.”

Bruce skid to a stop.

“…What?”

#yandere batfam #yandere batfam x reader #neglected reader #x reader

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wonderjanga2 · 12 days ago

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If u have a taglist for the santa clarity diet x batfam fic, could I be added pwese??

👉👈

(You're writing is like insanely good. I love how you characterise Jason as sorta a kicked puppy and I love Jill's character)

Sure I’ll add you 👍

Also it’s cool that you like the characterization of him. I wrote him like this because in most of the stories, he doesn’t like the reader either because he thinks we’re spoiled, he thinks we don’t know true loss, or he thinks we opted out of being vigilante because we were a coward, etc. To me, that never made sense because shouldn’t the family know that your mom also died? He can’t hate you and say that you don’t know true loss when your mom is also dead like his mom.

As for being spoiled, in my story before he died, he only briefly knew you, and then after he died, he still only briefly knew you too. He doesn’t really know enough about you to say you are spoiled.

Then last but not least, the “you being a coward and not being a vigilante” thing. Why would he even want you to be a vigilante? Jason died in the robin costume. Why would he want the same for someone else? Also, I have to say, in this story, Jason thinks that he himself is the major reason you aren’t a vigilante. He thinks that he beat it out of you that night 😭. Not only that, but he doesn’t think you’d wanna fight with somebody who literally tried to beat you to death anyways!

So yeah. And as for Jill? She’s my baby.

#yandere batfam #yandere batfam x reader #neglected reader #x reader

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wonderjanga2 · 13 days ago

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I swear to god if my Tumblr unfollows you one more time I'm going to jump into an incinerator 😡

I believe in you 🫶 Beat it until it complies

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wonderjanga2 · 13 days ago

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I don’t know what crack is in your zombie/santa clarita fic but it is tasty. I eat it up every time

Thank you :)

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Prologue, Chapter One, Chapter Two, Chapter Three, Chapter Four, Chapter Five, Chapter Six, Chapter Seven (here)

TW: mentions of cannibalism and rotting and all that stuff. Though, this is our zombie story so I’d be surprised if it didn’t have that.

Chapter Seven

“Red!? Red!? Where are you!” Jill yelled wildly, running through the museum. She’d checked the Egyptian, Medieval, and the Native American Exhibits and was now heading to the artwork one. It was miscellaneous pieces apparently. Just really old paintings.

There, she finally found you. You were staring at a painting, you knew she couldn’t tell what you were thinking due to the mask. You turned to her.

“That’s gonna be us one day, isn’t it?” You asked, quietly as you stared at the painting. The plaque underneath read: “Dying Together”. The painting depicted man and woman, side by side, noose around each of their necks. One of their hands was clasped with the other, showing off wedding rings. The two were likely married. The execution also suggested they did something terrible.

Like you and Jill did with all the cannibalism.

Speaking of Jill, she gently grabbed your hand and stood in front of the painting with you. “We’ll be fine, [Name]. I promise.” She whispered.

“Don’t promise. Sooner or later we’re gonna either make a mistake or somebody’s gonna realize that criminals are going missing.”

“And when that happens we’ll still be fine. We’ll— We’ll get out of town and… I dunno travel around.” She spoke, her thumb moving back and forth on the back of your hand.

��What about your mom?” You asked, giving the hand a small squeeze.

“I’ll leave her a note.”

“And school?”

“We’ll wait a couple years for this whole thing to blow over and get GEDs.” She sounded so sure of herself, you almost wanted to believe her.

A small silence befell on the two.

“Thanks, Jill. I mean it.”

“I know.” She started tugging you away from the painting. “Now come on, we have to get out of here. I took some photos of the pages of the book so we should be good unless we run into Batman.”

The two of you ran along the halls looking for an exit. You both almost made it to one too, yet speak of the devil and he shall arrive. There was Batman, in all his menacing, terrifying glory. He just stood there, assessing you and Jill before he rushed forward. You pushed Jill out of the way of a punch, but were kicked in the stomach in the process.

Wow, you think one of your ribs cracked. That’s not good. A zombie’s lack of pain was probably the only thing saving you from doubling over. Also, was it presumptuous to say that the Batman looked annoyed at you for not doubling over?

“Pink, get outta here! Find another exit, we’ll meet up back at the apartment!” You yelled, causing her to startle. You had no idea how you were gonna get away from Batman of all people, but it was important that Jill at least get out of this unscathed and not on the way to jail.

At your words, Bats pulled out a batarang and threw it at her. You rushed over, taking a hit to the side from the man once more. You stuck your arm out in front of the projectile. While it didn’t pierce your arm, it did shock you which left you twitching, but relatively unharmed. “Didn’t I say go?!” You exclaimed and finally, although you could tell it was begrudging, Jill left, leaving you and the Batman alone.

The man stared for a long time, not moving. “So it’s you.”

What?

“My scanners tell me you have no pulse. Nor body heat. I’ll admit, I thought we’d meet under different circumstances.” The gravelly-voiced man spoke.

“What are you talking about?” You asked hesitantly.

“You’re undead.”

The silence between both you and the big-dog vigilante was so loud.

“…What circumstances did you think we’d meet in?” You asked, trying your best to keep the panic out of your voice. This is Batman. The Batman. While, you know he has a no kill rule, does that apply to zombies? You know he hasn’t killed Solomon Grundy, so there might be a chance he won’t, but still! Not only that, but if he finds out who you are, he’ll most definitely connect you back to Jill!

And you can’t have Jill get in trouble for you. No way Jose. You refuse to let that happen.

“I thought I’d have caught you in the middle of a kill. Either that, or I would’ve caught you while you were feral.”

You scoffed at that. “Why would I be feral?”

That seemed to cause the big, bad vigilante to pause. “Because that’s what happens when your kind doesn’t eat. You become aggressive and start rotting.”

Your kind? That felt vaguely racist. Can people be racist against zombies?

“But you? You’ve had to have been at this for months. How many people have you killed? How many lives have you ruined?” The man sounded angry. An angry Batman sounded horrible. Oh my God.

“Six?” You answered. “No offense, but I think they ruined more lives than me. Do you even know the people I’ve killed?” You had to see if he had any leads yet. Anything at all that might give away yours and Jill’s identities.

Unfortunately, the Bat didn’t answer and instead opted to stare at you with narrowed eye slits. (He didn’t have anything yet other than the fact that two people had bailed out Peter Michaels and their faces were unfortunately turned away from any of the cameras in the Jail. He also didn’t know that was a complete accident and not at all on purpose and just that the two were extremely lucky.)

Batman seemed like he was about to say something again, but was unfortunately interrupted by a kick straight to the face by none other than Catwoman. He blocked it, but was pushed back significantly. The lady gave you a wink and started fighting the man. You stood stun for a moment before running off in the direction Jill ran. (Jill later told you it might’ve been because she liked that you both were “new thieves”. Either that or she knew that neither of you stole anything and she was just covering for you.)

You ran through the museum and eventually came across an exit door. You burst through it and smacked right into Jill. Your Power Ranger mask was knocked off as you both ended up bracing awkwardly against the back alley wall. Jill sort of pinned against the grimy bricks. You both stared at each other for a long bit. Jill was breathing heavily and you couldn’t tell what her expression was under her mask.

You eventually pushed off the wall and pulled off your ski mask and ruffled your hair. “Fuck, that was terrifying.” You never wanted to come face to face with the Batman again.

Jill said nothing, probably in shock, probably with that traumatized expression on her face again. You just grabbed her hand and started to lead her out of the back of the museum. You shoved your ski mask in your pocket and threw the Power Ranger mask away in a dumpster. You also shrugged off the jacket to your very suspicious outfit™️ and tied it around your waist, showing off the random Star Wars shirt of Jill’s that you threw on randomly.

There, now you looked less suspicious.

Now you just looked like a non-suspicious holding hands with an extremely suspicious person.

As you both walked, you noticed a fuse box slashed in from what looked like claws. Did Catwoman do that? Did that mean there was no electricity? Therefore no cameras for those Bat guys probably track you with?

Nice!

You felt a little lighter as you approached the exit of the side alley of the museum when suddenly a figure jumped down from the roof of the coffee shop next to the museum.

No! Was it Batman aga— oh wait no it’s Robin.

Wait, shit, it’s Robin. The one who uses katana like your little bitch of a brother.

“I can’t believe this.” The boy sounded exasperated.

Both you and Jill tensed.

“[Name] you aren’t using a mask?” The kid sounded like he wanted to smack some sense into you.

A small silence followed.

How in the hell did this kid know your name?

“And in plain clothes? I thought you were better than this.” Robin shook his head. “Not having the proper gear, not using a mask, what, were you in civilian clothes when you apprehended the criminal or what?”

What the hell was this kid talking about?

Should you go along with this?

“Yeah— yes. Yes I was. I was minding my business and then I saw her leave the museum so I caught her. I’m taking her to the police station so I can turn her in myself.” You paused for a moment, awkwardly standing there for a bit until you walked behind Jill and grabbed both her arms and started walking her forward. “Now if you don’t mind me.”

Robin surprisingly let you pass him. “You’ll be coming to dinner tonight, right?”

Both you a Jill stopped. “Huh?” You said rather dumbly.

The kid sounded more impatient this time as he spoke. “You’ll be coming to dinner tonight, right? Gr— Nightwing is back in town and Red Hood has been guilt tripped by Alfred. Orphan is back from Hong Kong as well. You’ll come, won’t you?”

Jill looked back at you and you looked forward at her. You were pretty sure you both held eye contact for a bit before you looked back to the kid again. “Yup. Totally. See you later, little man.” Whatever to get the murderous Robin off your back. You started pushing Jill forward again, just barely catching the kid’s mutterings as you both passed him.

“…ittle man?” The kid sounded confused. No matter.

The two of you made it a half a block away before the Batman found Robin still standing in the side alley.

“Where are the criminals?” Batman asked the boy.

“One is on their way to jail, but I didn’t encounter the other.”

“So they split up?”

“Likely.”

Batman let out a grunt at that and turned around to walk deeper into the alley, eyes glancing around the grimy walls and floors until they stopped on the fuse box. It was still slashed with

“These are Man-Bat’s marks.” The man muttered before his hand went to his comm. “Oracle, can you track both of the perpetrators?”

“The two Power Rangers?” She asked, keyboard keys clacking as she typed.

“Yes.”

“No can do, sorry. It seems that all the cameras in about a two block radius are down. Though, there’s a building nearby owned by a pharmaceutical company. He likely stole something from there.”

Batman couldn’t help the growl that left him. “Kirk…” He spat the name out.

While still halfway down that block, Jill finally remembered she was also in a very suspicious outfit™️ and did the same as you, throwing her mask in the nearest dumpster and taking off her suspicious jacket and tying it around her waist. She had a hello kitty shirt on, also most likely randomly thrown on in their haste too.

By the time you both made a block away, you had both slowed down and were now just speedwalking to Wayne Manor.

Yes, Wayne Manor. Because as much as you wanted to simply crawl into Jill’s bed and have her hold you like a damn baby, you also didn’t wanna lead anyone back to Jill’s apartment. You also didn’t like your family either so you had no problem implicating them in the crime of running away from Batman.

It was three hours later that you were now both in your room, doing what you wanted to do those three hours ago. You had your head resting on Jill’s chest, kinda shellshocked because HOLY SHIT, you just ran from Batman. As for Jill, she was definitely shellshocked and absentmindedly running her hand through your hair.

That felt amazing, by the way.

You’d both been lying like that for the past thirty minutes. The two of you should be looking at the pages, finding a cure, yet instead here you both were. It’s just that Bats was most definitely going to bust down the door any minute now and drag the two of you to Gotham’s Prison. You decided you’d rather be in Jill’s arms when that happens, but you didn’t know what Jill was thinking.

Your thoughts were suddenly interrupted by a knock. You were facing away from the door so you didn’t see the head that poked itself in, but judging by the voice and the reflection in Jill’s eyes, it was Stephanie.

“[Name], Alfred told me to tell you dinner’s rea— Oh, I didn’t realize you had a girlfriend.” She sounded surprised. You begrudgingly turned around, forcing your chin to leave where it rested on Jill’s tits.

“I don’t. I’m not going to dinner.” (By now you had forgotten about what the Robin said about dinner. How coincidental was it that they happened on the same night.)

That made the blonde girl frown. “But you always come to dinner.” She said. “Granted you always sit there gloomily but you always do.”

“Guess I’m not feeling gloomy enough.” You said as you turned right back around to rest a cheek on Jill’s chest again.

“Damian said you’d come.” She sounded impatient now.

“Well, I don’t remember even talking to him so clearly, he’s lying.” You waved a dismissive hand at her. “Bye now.”

“Bu—”

“Bye now, Steph.” You said a little louder. You heard a huff and the close of a door.

It was about a minute later that someone burst into the room again. You’d been on the verge of dozing off against Jill’s chest, her hands now simply hugging you against her chest. It startled you fully awake.

“Oh, it’s you again?” Fuck, that sounded like Damian. Was he addressing you or Jill?

“You say that like you have a problem me with me.” Jill’s expression probably twisted as she said that. So he was addressing to Jill.

“[Name], you said you’d eat dinner with us. Get up.” The little brat demanded.

You groaned. “But I don’t wanna! I don’t even remember doing that anyways!” You yelled, words slightly muffled by Jill’s tits.

“Too bad!” He yelled back. You felt a hand on the back of your shirt literally pull you off the bed, out of Jill’s warm, amazing arms. You were now on the floor staring up at the little bastard while he looked down at you, not even bothering to hide his annoyance. “Don’t make me drag you to the dining room.” The boy all but growled which made you groan again, and sit up.

You rubbed the back of your neck. “Keep the bed warm for me, Jill?” Her face turned red as soon as you finished asking that question.

“Don’t phrase it like that.” She bit out, turning away from you and Damian with a huff.

“Yeah, okay.” You slightly grinned at her reaction until you felt a small kick in the back from the little shit still standing behind you. A clear signal for you to get your ass moving.

You reluctantly stood up, and walked out of your room with him. What followed was the usual silence between the two of you. It didn’t feel as awkward as it did since before you became a zombie though. When the two of you got to the dining room, it was as lively as ever. You’ll never understand how it was always so lively too, especially when these dinners normally took place at three ‘o clock in the fucking morning. (You remembered forcing yourself to stay up late so that you could attend them with the others, even when you were too tired for normal conversation. Thankfully, you didn’t need to do that anymore, as mentioned a while ago, you only needed about two hours of sleep a night.) Everyone was here this time too which made this worse in your opinion.

Except for Duke of course. He was never here for these things for some reason. Fuck him for never showing up. He was probably tucked in and sleeping like a baby just like how you wanted to be with Jill!

Gah! You’re so jealous!

You sat your chair, sandwiched between Damian and Tim and just kinda stared at the food in front of you. You can’t eat this shit, remember? Non-GMO human diet and all that? You poked at the celery sticks on your plate, trying to at least pretend like you were eating.

You listened to the chatter around you, barely bothering to listen. You wanted to be back with Jill. The fact that Batman could burst through a window at any second was annoying. Like you said earlier if you’re going to get caught, you’d rather it be while in Jill’s arms, not surrounded by your buttfucking family. You kept pushing food around on your plate, watching Alfred out of the corner of your eye now. You didn’t want to make the man upset because he didn’t eat his food. Your eyes then drifted to Damian.

You spoke in a monotone voice as you lifted your plate and fork. “Damian, take my celery sticks. You’re growing boy, chum.”

The twerp looked a cross between annoyed and confused. Then again, he always looked annoyed so he might just be confused. “Excuse me?”

You ignored his words and scraped them onto his plate. “Don’t worry, they didn’t touch the meat.”

After a more few minutes of pretending to eat, you tried this tactic again.

“Oh Tim, you’re a growing boy too aren’t you—”

“I’m nineteen years old—”

“Here, take some mashed potatoes too. You need more meat on your bones.” You barely let him talk and scraped all your mashed potatoes onto his plate too.

You barely waited a minute until you deployed this tactic for a final time. You leaned across the table, ignoring Alfred’s chastising for leaning over the food.

“Cass, you look like a carnivore.” You had a hand on her shoulder as you dumped all the meat on your plate onto hers.

“She looks like a carnivore…?” Dick muttered from beside the mute girl.

At that, you plopped back into your chair and took a very tiny sip of water, forcing yourself not to retch at the taste before putting the glass down. “Well, I am just stuffed.” You pat your stomach. “I think I’m off to bed.” You stood up.

Your father looked at you from where he sat beside Damian. “Sit back down, [Name].”

You found yourself sat.

“I’ll be honest, I’d been looking for a chance to bring this up, but I’ll admit I’ve been busy. You also stopped attending family dinners as well too so that’s an added factor.” Bruce wiped his mouth with a napkin before setting it down next to his own plate.

Wow, he’d been holding whatever this is in for three months? Impressive.

“Three months ago, I got a call from your school. You quit all your extracurriculars. Why?” Bruce spoke in that blank tone he’d always addressed you with. (Little did you know, it was actually laced with concern, not that you could tell. It’s not like you ever got to really know the man.)

It was such a simple question too. It also had a simple answer. “…Well, why would I waste my time on stuff like that?” You made it sound like a question.

“Pardon?”

“I said, why would I waste my time on stuff like that? Because, I mean, most of it was for you guys, but now that I don’t really care about you guys at all, I don’t wanna do it anymore.”

A small silence filled the room.

“So… yeah. I’m gonna go now.” You stood back up again. “Got tits to snuggle up to, y’know?” You jutted a thumb behind you. “I’m sure you understand.” With that, you walked away without turning back…

… before turning right back around and marching straight over to Tim so you could grab his plate of food from right in front of him. You then loaded more food onto it and grabbed your own fork.

“Sorry, it’s for the person with said tits.” You said, turning right back around to continue walking off.

When you got back to your room, Jill was still on your bed, but this time on your laptop. Oh, and would you look at that? This time she was wearing one of your shirts.

Wow, that should not have made you feel tingly.

When she saw you, she immediately beckoned you over, and like a dog, you immediately followed. "Look at this!" She exclaimed trading the laptop for the plate of food.

What greeted you was a Reddit post from some guy, VeryRealMan-Bat, basically saying that if you help him control “the bat”, whatever that meant, so he can make a definitely illegal serum, he'll help you in return. It was on the r/Henching page. Did this mean you were gonna be henchmen?

"So you wanna do it?" You asked. This seemed a little out of character for Jill. A little too reckless.

"Yes! Well, maybe. We'd have to see just to be sure. But if this guys actually a scientist, judging by the serum stuff, he could help us make a cure and you could go back to being human!" She said between bites of food.

You sounded awkward as you spoke, "Uh... maybe?"

"So we're gonna go then." She traded her plate back for the laptop and started typing to the guy. After a bit of waiting the dude replied apparently. Jill got this really cute excited expression because of it.

Did she really want you to be human that badly again?

You didn't know if you wanted to be human again. Not if it meant you had to go back to the way you were before.

After some back and forth where you lied limply beside her, awaiting. She eventually closed her laptop. "We're going to meet him at six tomorrow.”

“In the morning?” Even if you wouldn’t be tired, you hated the sound of that.

“Yup. So you better take your little power nap.” She said as she pulled the covers back up and over her.

The next day, the two of you now stood outside a suspicious looking warehouse in the, get it, warehouse district. It was a Monday and you’d both skipped school to be here. Jill finally looked like she was questioning her decisions in meeting up with a random budding villain. In Gotham of all places too. The warehouse groaned warningly.

“Alright! Let’s go meet up with this stranger from the internet!” You tried to sound cheerful as you pushed open one of the doors and was met with complete and total darkness.

“Maybe we shouldn’t—” You grabbed her and pulled her inside before she could say anything else.

The inside of the warehouse was just as dark and dank as you expected. Though, you didn’t actually expect to run into a lab once you both walked farther inside. You and Jill examined the test tubes and burners and other sciencey equipment until a… rattling sound broke the relative silence. Actually, it sounded more like gargling mixed with someone trying to crack their jaw. Then it turned high pitched.

You looked to Jill who looks like she was regretting every decision she’s made in her life. Then, the next thing you knew you were being flung by something, which had its claws still embedded in you, by the way, so it was more of a tackle.

There was now a lovely gigantic bat on top of you trying to bite your face off. Lovely. You punched it in the nose, but that only seemed to make it more angry. It kept trying to eat you for a long while. You were so focused on not dying a second time that you didn’t notice Jill jump on its back and inject it with something until it turned into a shriveled, old naked man.

Emphasis on the naked because oh my god. Ew.

Jill got off both you and the old man so you could shove the old man off of you.

The guy laid on the ground for a long moment as you two stared down at him. You honestly thought he was dead until he shot up with a large gasp. He looked between you and Jill a bunch, expression cycling through an array of emotions.

“Ah… so you’re the two that responded to my post.” The old guy sounded way too casual for having almost killed them.

“…Yeah. We did.” Jill said slowly. “You’re actually Man-Bat? Like, the Man-Bat? Kirk Langstrom?”

“Yes? That’s my name, isn’t it? I also recall my username being something along the lines of ‘real Man-Bat’.” The man shrugged.

“Well, yeah, but we didn’t think you’d actually be the real deal!” You exclaimed, shaking the man by the shoulders. He seemed to momentarily shift between man and bat for a moment before shoving you off him.

“Don’t do that you dolt!” The man commanded, though it wasn’t very effective when he was naked. “In my post I said that I was having troubles with the bat! I keep shifting into it randomly! I’ll also have you know I shift into it upon aggravation.” The doctor was looking a little bat-ish again.

“I am so sorry for my friend here, Dr Langstrom.” Jill butted in with a forced smile. “Your bat-form just happened to take them off guard is all. Now, from what I remembered you wanted us to stave off your transformation whenever it gets amped up so you can make the serum to stop the bat-episodes?”

“That’s correct.” The man huffed. “I’m assuming you’re the one who actually read the post and they’re the one who just went along with it?” He asked Jill.

“You couldn’t be more correct!” She spoke cheerfully. “Now, onto making that serum? I’m sure you want to be rid of these episodes as soon as possible.” She lead him back to the lab.

It was three hours later that you and Jill staved off five transformations with the injections the man just happened to have on standby. (Presumably the same ones Jill used to un-turn the doctor when he first attacked you.) The man was almost done with his special serum when you were interrupted by your phone ringing. The man gave you a glare as poured some drops of something into a beaker.

You walked away to answer it.

“Y’ello?”

“[Name] why are you in the warehouse district.” Wow, Bruce cut straight to the point.

“…no I’m not.” You tried for a lie.

“Don’t lie to me. I got a call from the school saying that you never showed up to class.” He actually sounded irritated at you for lying. “…Are you being held for ransom?”

“What? No— No! Hold on a second.” You turned the phone away so you could yell for Jill to come over. You explained to her the situation.

“Mr Wayne, I can assure you that [Name] isn’t being held hostage. We’re just helping a friend with a… science project.” She said dryly into the phone.

“A dangerous one?” Bruce asked.

You groaned. “No!” Well, actually now that you think about it, yes? Was helping a man-bat stay human dangerous?

Bruce’s line went silent for a moment. “Put this friend of yours on the line.”

You and Jill shared a look at that and slowly looked to Dr Langstrom. “Okay… Just gimme a sec.” You both hesitantly walked back over to Langstrom and it was Jill’s turn to explain the situation.

“Wha— I’m not going to—” The man cut himself off with a sigh, momentarily pausing his work to pinch the bridge of his nose. He looked like he wanted to die as he put on a somewhat high pitched voice. “Yes, Mr Wayne?”

“What are the three of you doing in an unowned warehouse?”

Langstrom rolled his eyes and pulled some shit out of his ass for an answer. “We’re making elephant toothpaste. It’s gonna be a big one and that’s why we picked this warehouse. That way no one will get hurt.”

Bruce went silence once again. You wondered if he didn’t buy it. “…Will you three remember to run when it goes off?”

“Yes sir.” The two words came as a chorus from all three, yes even Dr Kirk, of you.

“…Good. And [Name]?”

“Yeah?”

“We’ll be having a chat about you skipping school as soon as you get home.”

“Yes sir.” You repeated the words from earlier in a bored tone.

Hah! Like you were coming home!

Then again, you might have to. Who knows how long it might take to throw of the trail of the Batman of all people?

After that, you hung up and both you and Jill went back to watching Langstrom in case of any bat-episodes. Eventually, by the time the fourth hour rolled around, he completed it and stuck it into his arm with almost no hesitation.

Wow. You’ll admit the guy’s got guts.

Though, the only difference you noticed with the doctor was that he was less twitchy now. Eh. Whatever.

Now it was time for the guy to fulfill his side of the deal and make the cure. Jill showed him the pictures and the part of the book that contained the recipe for said cure too.

That took a lovely two hours of which you and Jill started playing connect four on her phone while the man worked. You had no idea how he could stay on his feet for so long. You should honestly buy him some bat burger too. He, unlike Tim, actually needed some meat on his bones. Like the man actually looked starved.

Say, is he a vampire bat? Does he need to eat humans too?

No matter. The man was approaching you with a startlingly big syringe now. “You can’t feel pain, yes?” The man asked, flicking the syringe a couple times.

“N—” You didn’t even get to finish your two-lettered word before he stuck it straight through your neck and injected you. Jill looked horrified as he pulled it out. (She also took advantage and got herself a connect four too)

“Well, that should be all then.” Langstrom walked back to his lab and started packing it up.

“Wha— That’s it?” Jill asked, startled. “They’re human again?”

“What? No.” The doctor looked at you both like you were stupid which made you and Jill pause. (You got her back by getting your own connect four) “The book doesn’t say it turns you back into a human. It roughly says “unable to rot and slow to anger, yet it will still eat.” So I suppose you won’t rot, nor perhaps get aggressive, but you will still need to eat flesh.” The man spoke casually as he tucked away the last of his beakers and closed his Mary Poppins looking bag.

With that, he strolled out of the warehouse, whistling a tune.

Huh. You never noticed any rotting. Well, sure, your bullet wound from months ago had been getting worse as of late. To which Jill stapled it closed again a bunch of more times. And sure, one of your toes fell off, but you’d stapled that back on too. As for the aggression, you never noticed any of that either… (The lunging at that one girl, you almost eating Broflinski’s little dog, and you nearly trying to bite your landlord’s ear off were examples you conveniently forgot in that moment.)

Eh. Whatever.

You were pretty sure that meant you wouldn’t go back to the meek little tryhard you once were.

And wasn’t that just lovely?

I love Jill and Reader so much in case you can’t tell.

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Prologue, Chapter One, Chapter Two, Chapter Three, Chapter Four, Chapter Five, Chapter Six (Here)

TW: mentions of cannibalism and rotting and disfigurement. Though, this is our zombie story so I’d be surprised if it didn’t have that stuff.

Chapter Six

Damian Wayne POV - After School, the Third Month into Zombification

Damian was waiting for [Name] outside of their school. It was by this point that he was firmly sat on the fact that something was wrong with you. He hadn’t seen you in days. Literally days! Maybe even a couple months.

Were you avoiding him?

Throughout the past months, he hasn’t heard your steps throughout the manor. Throughout the past months, he hasn’t seen you in your usual spot in the living room. Throughout the past months, he hasn’t seen you and Alfred together. Throughout the past months, every single time he goes into your room and waits for you to come home, you don’t. (Damian had a habit that whenever he was feeling neglected, not that you knew he was feeling that, he would wait for you in the darkness of your room and then, although it was accidental on his part, scare the shit out of you when you turned the lights on)

Were you using the cameras to avoid him? He’d need to ask Barbara.

Anyways, as stated earlier, Damian was waiting for you at your school. He knew that today you had soccer practice, so currently he was sat on a bench outside of the girls and boys locker rooms, waiting for you to come out. His foot tapped the school’s tiled floor impatiently. You still hadn’t come out yet. The only people leaving the locker rooms now were stragglers who’d taken extra long for whatever reason. [Name] was punctual and polite, they didn’t seem like the type to dillydally for this long.

Did something happe—

“Aren’t you a little young to be here, sonny?” A robust woman dressed as a coach, probably the soccer one, interrupted his thoughts as she walked over.

Sonny?

“Yes, ma’am, but I am waiting for my sibling. They play soccer here.”

“Then you probably missed them. Unless they’re somehow still in the locker room.” The lady placed her hands on her hips, the whistle around her neck gleaming in the low quality, fluorescent lights. “Who’s your sibling anyways?”

“[Name] Wayne.” Damian answered dutifully with a bit of pride. What? Was he supposed to be ashamed that you were his sibling?

“I thought [Name] quit.” The coach raised a brow. “I mean, while the whole speech they gave me didn’t exactly say it outright, they haven’t showed up to practice in a long while.”

“[Name]… quit?”

What?

“Oh yeah, sweetie. They quit everything.” She said casually with a shrug of her shoulders. “Or so I heard from Lenny. He’s the basketball coach. “They didn’t tell you?”

Damian was irked at being called “sweetie” and wanted oh so badly to chastise her for calling him that. Instead, he focused on the fact that you quit everything and didn’t tell anyone. Not even him. The Robin shook his head. “[Name] didn’t mention it at all. Does Father even know?” He muttered that last part to himself.

“He doesn’t?” The coach looked thoughtful before she sighed heavily. “Y’know, it was really sudden too. Listen, you should call your father and either have him or someone else pick you up. I think I’m going to talk to the principal about this. It never made sense to me that an honors student, best of the best, a student like [Name], suddenly went cold turkey for no reason.” She paused for a moment. “Did anything traumatic happen recently? Specifically something in the family? They mentioned something about you guys.”

Damian could think of a million things that happen to his family on the daily that could be classified as traumatic to the average person.

“No. Not that I can recall.”

Damian left Gotham Heights alone, but not without a smile.

Why, you ask?

Well, he thinks he finally knows why you’re gone all the time.

See, when people in Damian’s family suddenly stop participating in the crusade to cure Gotham, it’s either because they physically cannot fight anymore or they don’t want to work with Damian’s father anymore (whether it be as a sidekick, or in general) and branch off to become their own hero.

Now, granted, you never worked with the Batman in the first place, but…

You’re obviously a vigilante now too!

No wonder you’re gone all the time! Damian hates to make a pun of all things, but you must’ve skipped straight to leaving the nest! You’re probably out in Gotham in your own cave, with your own gadgets, and your own suit.

It must be that!

Why else would you suddenly leave?

Comm-link Conversation Between Tim and Barbara - Unknown Time/Date

“Oracle?”

“Yes?”

“I’ve been thinking… [Name] knows about us, right?”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean, [Name] knows about us, right? Like, the bat-stuff?”

“Yeah? We told them.” She paused for a moment. “I think.”

“You think?”

“Well, I wasn’t there for it, but I’m sure someone did.”

“You’re sure?”

“Yes? Come on Tim, why would we, let alone Bruce, slip up on something like that?”

“I…” Tim paused to sigh. “Okay then.”

Marco Lopez (Mr Lopez) POV - A Week Before the Heist

For the past six months, two teenagers have been coming to Gotham City’s Jail. Once a month, they bail out a single prisoner, and without fail, every single time, that prisoner never shows up for their court date.

The first time they came in for their monthly ritual, the two had made quite an impression. After all, it’s not every day two teenagers bribe you bail someone out of jail. They didn’t seem to have anyone in mind either, just whoever he recommended, so that told Marco that they were here to bail out family either.

Throughout the next few days after that incident, he wondered why they went through all the trouble for that. What was the point? He forgot about them by the time the week ended.

The next time he spared them a thought was when they came in for the second time. A month had passed since then and he was a little surprised when they came in. He didn’t think they’d come back. The girl asked if they could do the same thing they did last time while the other one slid him two hundred bills instead of one. He complied because of course: Bribery.

At the end of that visit, the one who keeps slipping him bills tossed a “See ya later alligator!” over their shoulder. That was what told him this would be a weekly, more likely monthly thing.

Marco was right.

Since then, they’d come once a month, bail a guy out and then leave, of course giving him some money during the process. It was during the fifth month that he actually asked what was going on with the two and their ritual.

//Flashback//

“We’re a part of a reform agency, didn’t you hear?” The more unsettling one of the duo piped up with a grin. They had a hand on his shoulder. The two of them were looking at his computer again.

“Well, yes, but which one? Is it also a crappy agency? I mean, none of your guys show up to their court dates.” Marco spoke, as he typed on his computer, pulling up the guys who posted bail.

“I suppose it is.” The girl one shrugged, arms crossed as she looked at the screen.

“I guess we kinda suck at reform, huh?” The unsettling one elbowed the girl who shot them a glare. He was thankful for the elbowing as it took their hand off his shoulder, but just a few moments later it was placed back there.

“You didn’t answer my first question.”

This, for some reason made the unsettling one somehow grin wider. They seemed like they were about to say something, but the girl smacked their shoulder before they could.

(You were going to say some stupid shit.)

“Randy’s Rambunctious Reform.” The girl said with a straight face as if that wasn’t the most ridiculous name he’d ever heard.

//Flashback End//

She had most definitely bullshitting.

Terry ???????? POV - A Week Before the Heist

Micheals was bailed out a couple days ago. Terry for some reason, instinctually knew that was the last he’d see of the guy.

He’d heard some whispers from his cellmates of some guys never appearing again whenever they get out. It’s probably cause they hightail it out of Gotham. Now, Terry knows a guy, who knows a guy, who knows another guy who eventually spilled the beans on the oh so generous people giving criminals a second chance.

A chance to get the hell out of Gotham.

Terry’s buddy told him that these same two people would show up once a month and crooks would disappear in a snap. Micheals had apparently gone with them too. The guy hadn’t been seen since, probably up in Mexico chilling on a beach sipping a margarita like a bitch. Either that or he was dead.

What? It’s Gotham. Giving criminals a free ticket out for no apparent reason is extremely sketchy.

But it is nice to know there’s someone on the side of the common thugs for once…

Bruce Wayne - A Week Before the Heist

Now this might be hard to believe, but Bruce actually dislikes entering the police precinct of Gotham. He likes the roof, he likes Gordon, but he doesn’t like the inside of the building. Yet, unfortunately, that was where he stood right now, going over the details of a case with Gordon.

They had recently been a group of cultists running around. They’d set up shop in a little seafood place and used it as a front while they mostly did their actual cult stuff in the back.

Mostly being the keyword here.

They were selling clams that contained a disease to customers as a dinner special. Ruby Red Ones. They’d done this with the hope that they would transform these people into the servants of the God they worshipped.

On the singular night they had that special, they’d sold it to three people, or at least that’s what the cult leader said. Bruce and the others had tracked down two out of the three. An old man and a college girl. Both had rotted to disfigurement and gone crazy, losing themselves to their illness.

It turned out that the college girl lasted longer due to the fact that she killed her roommate and ate her. The old man hadn’t gotten to kill anyone.

Now, while it was good it was only three, and that two out of the three couldn’t reach havoc anymore, the fact that the third one wasn’t appearing was extremely concerning. There had been no records of anyone rotting or becoming aggressive. Nothing.

This meant that whoever had been changed is getting a regular food source of human flesh. this person was likely skilled in killing, or at least knew how to pick out their victims, as there’s been no news from media.

Not to mention, most of the wait staff died in the explosion. (Did Bruce mention that the place exploded as he jumped out a window with the cult leader tucked under his arm?) And guess what? The one waiter that did survive, Peter Micheals, was bailed out of jail and hasn’t been seen since.

Bruce was going to look at the footage later to see who exactly bailed him out. Was it the remaining members trying to stop out any loose ends? He’d find out later.

For now, they needed to track the zombie down.

Catwoman - The Night of the Heist

While robbing Gotham’s museum for its latest cat related item, the last thing Selena expected was to run into two idiots wearing Power Ranger masks. Or rather, one idiot. She assumed it was a girl because she was wearing the pink mask, and everybody knows the pink rangers were the girls.

The girl has been in the plague exhibit, tucked in a corner, behind the rope lines, reading some big, dusty old book. Selina could tell the girl was an amateur based on the fact that she’d gotten behind her and stood there for several moments. Selina even ended up having to make her presence known.

“You’re trying your hand at thievery?” Selina asked, looking over the girl’s shoulder. It looked like a picture book, although the pictures were slightly disturbing.

The girl jumped and whipped around.

“Or not?” Selina murmured as she spied the phone in the girl’s hand. She was likely taking pictures of it then.

“I… uh…” The girl stammered.

“Relax. I’m not the Batman. I’m not going to ruin your fun.” Selina fought a smile at the visible relaxation of the girl when she let the words leave her mouth. “But you should probably get going. He’s likely to be here soon.”

That made the girl tense right back up again. She shoved her phone in her pocket and gave Selina a quick thanks before ducking away and running out of the exhibit.

“Red!?” The girl yelled, her footsteps getting further and further away.

Did that mean she had a partner or Red Robin was here?

A lot of delusion and misunderstandings in this one, huh?

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