Fantasy With A Side Of Dyslexia

Level 20

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🩸 🦇 Masterlist 🦇 🩸

Sup everyone it’s your Alpha 🐺 here and you (🫵🏾) are all my little omegas - well that’s only if you are a follower.

Here is my beautiful master list where you can see everything I have post that I have made on tumblr‼️

Heh be warned tho my grammar is not perfect as I am dyslexic and have fat fingers so typing is not my strong suit🫩🫩

Rules and stuff :

- I am taking requests

I do write for

Dc

Jujutsu Kaisen (occasionally)

AoT ( once in a blue moon )

I will not take any requests involving

Rape + anything involving non concent (I can hint/ allude to the fact it happened but won’t actually write a scene)

Age plays + weird age gaps in a romantic sense

Necrophilla

Incest or any incest relationships 

Beastiality

Excessive gore

This will be updated as time goes on

NAVIGATION

All pictures I have used in any one of my fics are from Pinterest

And the dividers on THIS post are from @chrisssiren

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How do I block the tag Pseudo-Incest

With everything be specifically in the Batfam x reader

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So how was it?

Sorry I didn’t realise I got it because I don’t check my inbox often 😅

I’m going to go buy chapter because then it is easier to get through for me. (Btw I am terrible with giving feedback for work so sorry if it comes across as generic )

Edit: i realised i started writing like my English teacher in secondary and that is traumatic to me so im moving the feedback to the top.

Over all the story actually has substance. Not in a rude comparing way but in a way that shows development between the reader and their relationship with other characters. It hasn’t deviated much from the plot as the story is still in its early stages and there is still time to progress within the story. The flow of the fic is there and it flows pretty well between chapters. If you want to work on the flow more I recommend writing on a word document so you can visually see the flow a bit better in chapters. But all together the story actually flows smoothly and you can see relationships forming and changing as the story develops. In summary it’s well written all I have to say is check on grammar as you go and work on the spacing between paragraphs as sometimes the paragraphs get a little bulky to read. But you good after all that bud

Ch1. Right off the bat, you painted a very clear picture off the atmosphere of the story. Instantly the reader compares Gotham with other cities that seam to have is better than them by some small differences that are depicted to be on a larger scale to the reader. Despite that the reader does still consider Gotham their home because the have an anchor to it (their mom).

Dispute the reader having their mom as an anchor position of some sort. The mother is not that present due to taking on more responsibilities to be able to provide for the reader.

later on we do see a shift in the reader’s perspective as a major character event does happen and the reader is kinda moved to a gray area as they now have learn to be in a new environment that’s COMPLETELY different from their original environment.

Ch2. As the reader is exploring the new environment that they are put in we get introduced to the other characters and we already see the first few puzzle pieces of neglect fall into place with promises not beings fulfilled and personalities occasionally clashing against each other even though their are bonding moments weaved in there.

In summary we see the beginning of the relationship between the reader and the some of the characters (the Batfam).

Ch3. We go off to Bruce’s perspective looking back on the relationship he had with the reader’s mom and why he was never contacted after that night. We see some guilt building when mentions of the possible abuse that the reader faced. But in true Bruce fashioned in these types of fics he doesn’t do much looking.

Then their is a slight time skip when the reader has essentially established a routine with their life now and has started to get used to the neglect/ dismissal of some of the characters and the public while building a steady relationship with Jason and Alfred.

Dispute that, the reader still faces a sense of being alone within the manor. The reader talks about with Jason but never actually feels reassured by the end of the conversation.

Ch4. The reader has memory’s of their mom and their actual behaviour to the reader but the reader shows a type of denial as they believe that the version that they are now remembering does not align with what they originally believed. A small trauma response that adds levels to the reader perspectives on relationships.

As the reader dreams they start to feel like an entity of some sort is watching them. Even though the reader can turn their attention to it fully they still sense that the entity is watching them like an experiment in a way.

We are than introduced to a new character Khonshu who is instantly introduced as a deity looking for a vessel of some sort. They show interest in Bruce who then turned away form the offer and it keeps happening until the deity turns their attention towards the reader.

Over all the story actually has substance. Not in a rude comparing way but in a way that shows development between the reader and their relationship with other characters. It hasn’t deviated much from the plot as the story is still in its early stages and there is still time to progress within the story. The flow of the fic is there and it flows pretty well between chapters. If you want to work on the flow more I recommend writing on a word document so you can visually see the flow a bit better in chapters. But all together the story actually flows smoothly and you can see relationships forming and changing as the story develops. In summary it’s well written all I have to say is check on grammar as you go and work on the spacing between paragraphs as sometimes the paragraphs get a little bulky to read. But you good after all that bud

Edit: i realised i started writing like my English teacher in secondary and that is traumatic to me so im moving the feedback to the top.

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Can I Send it to you privately?

OFC!!!

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MERRY CHRISTMAS

MERRY CHRISMASSS YALLL (it’s now Boxing Day for me)

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Damn, would you still like to read it anyway? I just want it to stick to the plot? Any feedback is greatly appreciated.

Sure my little omega I’m down 🐺‼️

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Can I use you as a beta reader for my fanfic?

I would love to but I can’t even get the grammar in my own work correct. I am still finding mistakes that word or grammarly haven’t picked up surprisingly.

I doubt I can help you I’m sorry

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Ok, ok. You look like the type to read fanfiction in public.

WHAT⁉️🫩

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YANDERE! BATFAM x DRUG ADDICT/ SOBER ! READER

(Ch. 1) (Ch. 4)

(Ch. 2) (Ch. 5)

(Ch. 3) Ch. 6 <-

(Ch. 3.05). Masterlist

Jason: “Why? Who comes up in the system?”

Tim: “It’s… (name)!?”

Silence cut trough the coms like a knife (if we ignore the loud crescendo of the silver tray that Alfred was carrying falling to the floor) as the vigilantes all stood / kneeled around your body taking in the face they have seemed to ignore for all these years. Days old eyeliner fading into the dark circles under your eyes, the hyper pigmentation from the acne you had over the years on your cheeks, the slightly chapped lips that only now. Seemed to be glossy from the bile surrounding you and the bile, the alcoholic stomach acid and blood that is seeping into your closes and your hair. Bruce, as silent as he is, kneels down in-front of your body and next to Jason. Slowly, with hesitation, he wipes away some of the vomit, acid, blood alcohol mixture off your face so he could look at you properly. And in that moment, something brakes in him. Something that was originally broke when his parents died, that broke again when Jason died, and now it braking again seeing you there lying in front of him motionless. A child he was meant to protect. His child. His daughter. The small girl he never payed attention to ever since she stepped into the manor, not glancing when Alfred essentially became your father, not seeing the signs that you were spiralling, that you needed your father to be there ever since your mom died. And now here you are, essentially dead after everything.

The silence was broken with Tim’s voice cracking through the comms. “Bad timing but the ambulance is pulling up outside right now, along with commissioner Gordon and a couple other police officers sopping out the area.”

The silence was broken with Tim’s voice cracking through the comms. “Bad timing but the ambulance is pulling up outside right now, along with commissioner Gordon and a couple other police officers sopping out the area.”

Bruce doesn’t respond to what was said, but instead he scoops you up into his arms (just like what he did with Jason) and starts to walk toward the entrance. Through the toilet door and the trough, the multiple hallways. Both Dick and Jason where walking behind him grief and guilt consuming everyone as they walk through the halls of the warehouse. As they got closer to entrance rain started hitting the roof. At first it was gradual, but it quickly became soo aggressive that it sounded like hail smashing against any material possible.

Once they reached the main/front part of the warehouse, red and blue lights filled the filled the room and as if on cue the few, people that were still lurking about stated to leave, leaving the 1-3 individuals that were passed out behind. Pushing the door open, Bruce (while using his cape to shield you from the rain) walks straight to the paramedics handing you over to the medical professionals. Who removed you from his arms and placed you into gorney and started checking your vitals/ your condition. Words like ‘Naloxone’, ‘weak pulse’ and ‘breathing’ tube were being used but those were the only words that Bruce can actually hear as everything else was muffled as he watched the paramedics lofty you into the ambulance, closed the door and driveway.

Bruce continues to stare off inept he distances, as he watches the ambulance drive away with you in it. Only once the ambulance is out of sight Bruce walks towards the Batmobile that magically teleported to the front of the warehouse. He walks past commissioner Gordon, who was getting information about what happened inside from nightwing, and gets in the Batmobile. He does not drive away from the warehouse just yet, but instead he just sits there (still in a state of shock from seeing his daughter in an almost dead state) as the engine rumbled to life. Gordon ask Nightwing and Red hood about what is going on but even they did not mention anything about it other than mentions of a civilian that over dosed.

After that both Nightwing and Red Hood walked away from commissioner Gordon and into the bat mobile. Not in the same guilt-ridden way as batman but there was still a sense of guilt coming from the three vigilantes. Once Bruce saw in the rearview mirror that both of his son’s were in the Batmobile, he then drove away, not in the direction of the hospital, but towards the manor instead. To Bruce it wouldn’t be right for him to visit you now in costume. Plus, he was somewhat sure that the hospital would call the manor by the time he got to there to inform about [name].

By the time the Batmobile pulled into the cave the initial shock of seeing your limp body has mostly passed, but there was still that lingering feeling of guilt and shame for letting this gastric to you. For not even knowing what was even happening to you.

Tim had pulled up a file on you onto on of the bat mobile screens and the lack of info is surprising. Even the workers at Bat-burger had more information about what they done last week compared to you. All that was included in the files was your age, full legal name, your old height, and an image of you when you were really young and you had box braids that barely touched your shoulder. The original image was a picture of you and your mom pressed together cheek to cheek smiling but it was cropped so only your face was showing and the only slither of your mom being in that picture is the light brown wig strand that whispers across your face from the wind.It was one of the last recorded moments of you being happy…genuinely happy and that just seems to make the current situation hit worse.

Everyone’s eyes avoided those bright digital ones as Tim explained how he pulled up your files and saw no information that could help but when he looked at the the Gotham cameras planted around the city using the embarrassingly old picture for the face identifying system and multiple clips pulled up with you either buying drugs, hiding drugs in multiple parts of the city (most of it being out of frame but they can see enough) and you walking into dark allies doing god knows what only to re emerge hours later, hair disheveled, bottle in hand and stumbling out of frame.

Jason: Jesus how long has this been going on?

Tim: months, even longer… these clips date back for a while. Possibly even a year or more.

Dick: A YEAR?! And we never noticed… not even once?

Tim: Looking back now, the signs were pretty obvious. She was pretty avoidant with us, leaving rooms before we even entered, never looked like she was actually present in the rare cases that we did talk to her. Even Stephanie mentioned that when she first met [name] she seamed high…

Jason: She probably got like this after her mom died and the grief became too much. And we did nothing to help her.

Dick falls onto sofa…dread sticking to him like honey.

Dick: All the signs were right there and we just ignored her. All the times where we should have been their as her siblings, her family, a support system and we just let her break down..

Jason plops down on the sofa next to dick and places his helmet next to him.

Jason: I should of seen the signs, the same ones my mum had…how can I just let this happen to her.

Dick: I’m sure Alfred is effected more than us. He raised them all these years.

Jason: Where is Alfred?

Tim: once it came to light that the body was [name], he went upstairs and assent come back down since…

Dick: Let's give him some space for the time being.

And just like that, the cave fell into a daunting silence fell over the cave and the vigilantes removed their suits, with their mind clouded of “memories” of you (or what they believe is you) clouding their minds. Their suits feel now feel like they weigh a thousand pounds more than usual. The guilt of failing their own family to the point of that they are now (possibly) fighting for their life in hospital. That guilt now bashes them feel like they shouldn’t be Gotham protectors if they couldn’t protect you.

Once they change back into their civilian clothes, each of them left the cave one by one until the cave became empty. Bruce locked the entrance behind and walked out the library. Each of that his remains kids that were awake disappeared to different parts of the manor. Tim went to his room, Dick went to the indoor gym and Jason was in a hidden part of the library. That just Left Bruce to wonder around the manor. Looking at family portraits that decorate the halls from over the years that never seemed to include you even when you first joined the manor.

It was about fifteen minutes into Bruce’s aimless wondering (as he was thinking about all the chances, he had to be a better father to you and failed) when he ended up in front of a door that was cracked open a bit. Curiosity got him as he opened up the door and was greeted to a minimal decorated bedroom. All the room had was posters of old shows and bands on the walls, a desk with a worn-out hoodie sitting of the chair. There where a couple of missalenious items scattered around but what really caught his attention was Alfred, who was sitting on the edge of the bed with a picture frame in hand.

Is was an old picture of you and Alfred baking. The both of you had aprons while your’s was pink with purple accents Alfred’s was a simple dark grey. You had flour on your face and some on your outstretched hands (you were trying to get some on Alfred when the picture was taken) and the biggest smile adorned your face that captured the joy of the memory ever so perfectly.

Without saying anything Bruce sat next to the butler but leaving space in between them. Alfred felt a dip in the and instantly snapped out of his daze.

Alfred: My apologies master Bruce. I didn’t know you have arrived back to the manor, I shall prepare the first aid kit.

Bruce: No need for that, it was only minor bruising and scratches. But what are you doing here?

Alfred: This is master [name]’s room. It doesn’t hold much character, just a few sentimental items collected a while back.

Bruce: I should have been there over the years…given her the attention she should have gotten

Alfred: She was bound to lose to the cowl when it came to having your attention Master Bruce.

Alfred leaves the room leaving Bruce alone in his thoughts (and the photo of you on the bed) surrounded but the subtle marks you have left in your room. Bruce picks up the the framed photograph and looks at your face. His fingers brush over the glass protecting your features, he stares at the face that has little to non of his features but all of your mothers.

Bruce has not being a present part of your life may have been part of a ripple effect that led you to end up how you did. But even though its now probably way too late to try, he wants to try to at least be more present in your life. He wants to control you care for you, monitor you be there for you so you don’t fall into the same hole you are currently in.

Bruce sighs as he finally put down the picture frame and drags his hand down his face. As he stands up he sees a floor board by your bed lifted and what seems to be things hidden underneath it. The curiosity of a detective takes over and he kneels down and removes the floor board entirely. Inside was a battered shoe box, the colours and labels have faded over time and the corners are showing signs of being warn out.

Opening the box, Bruce face shifts into a state of shock. The box was filled with multiple little bags filled with pills, some filled with powders there was also miniature versions of liquors bottles along with one bottle of whisky that Bruce specifically remembering being stashed away in the back of his office cubbord. Some cash was also there along with a burner phone. Bruce takes his time going through the content of the box his personal phone rings with the number that he recognises as the Gotham Hospital. He answers the phone and puts it up to his ear.

Bruce: Hello?

Gotham Hospital reception worker: Good evening, Mr Wayne. We have your daughter [Name] [last name] – Wayne at the hospital.

Bruce (acting shocked): Oh My- IS SHE OKAY?

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Another cliffhanger i know im sorry 😭😭

I had to read previous chapters again 😭

This is a shorter chapter I’m sorry for that I just wanted the chapter to focus less on the reader on more on the Batfam’s guilts towards the reader.

I’m also going on hiatus until this uni year is over I’m already a few months in and had too many crash outs over deadlines.

Don’t get me wrong, I will be working on chapters and suggestions if I get anything but nothing will be posted until I after I finish this year sorry my omegas but your strong muscular CEO Alpha needs their degree 😔😔

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Tags not working will be the death of me. Istgggggggggggggggg

Oh and peoples tags have been updated if they changed they @ that I know of

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Happy thanksgiving to you if you celebrate it

I don’t celebrate because it British 😔

But happy thanksgiving to those who doo ‼️

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Wow, I can’t believe a noun got their feelings hurt. Not gonna lie I really do like your Spider-Man fanfic! Keep doing you!

Thank you 🩶

I srs don’t know why people get so offended by someone doing their own thing… but wtvs they can stay mad💀

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🗑️🗑️🗑️

Whomp whomp

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not tryna be mean but the way you write is genuinely hard to enjoy from the random authors notes to the corny humor to the unnecessary notes about time skips.

I’m sorry (🐺: I’m not) but if it bothers you that much why are you still reading my stuff?

It’s my story and my page. If I want to add a little bit of fun to a story such as my drug addict! Reader I can. You don’t have to interact with it.

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Bat sibling reader making a TikTok with Jason, Dick and Tim (ft. Steph)

Bat sibling reader: starts recording

All 4: EVERYBODY SAY SAUSAGE AND KEEP IT GOING!

Tim: EGGS, BACON, GRITTS!

All 4: SAUSAGE!

Bat sibling reader: IM A SKINY BITCH, BUT I STILL TAKE A

All 4: SAUSAGE!

Dick: I GOT A FAT ASS, BUT I STILL TAKE A

All 4: SAUSAGE!

Bat sibling reader: I GOT A FLAT ASS, BUT I STILL TAKE A

All 4: SAUSAGE!

Jason: wake up in the morning and I eat that

All 4: SAUSAGE!

Jason (again): im a red head, but I still take a

All 4: SAUSAGE!

Tim: IM A GAY GUY BUT I STILL TAKE A

All 4: SAUSAGE!

Bat sibling reader: WHITE GIRLS, BLACK GIRLS TAKE YOUR MANS

All 4: SAUSAGE!

Jason: *mumbles*

All 4: SAUSAGE!

Dick: IM WHITE AND IM THICK BUT YOU KNOW I GET THAT

All 4: SAUSAGE!

Jason: And I read books but they are all about

All 4: SAUSAGE!

All 4: SAUSAGE! X6

Stephanie cameo *zoomed in recording from the top*: I like girls, can I still take sausage?

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🐺 : idk what this is … I just wanted to do this and who was going to stop me …huh?

Side note: I really want this Jason plush bro HE LOOKS SO CUTE I WANT TO EAT IT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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YANDERE! BATFAM x DRUG ADDICT/ SOBER ! READER

(Ch 1) (Ch 4)

(Ch 2) Ch 5 <-

(Ch 3) (Ch 6)

(Ch 3.05)

🐺: OMGGGG CHAPTER FIVE??? I can’t believe I got this far

Like I have said in ch3.05 the tag list will now be closed you snooze you lose😛😛

The thin red dividers are from @chrisssiren

TW // mentions of drugs, substance abuse, death, overdose on drugs, declining mental health, drug addiction, addiction, self deprecation, mentions of buying substances, drug deals, emetophobia

Oh and a there is a time skip from the last chapter being a month 🫩

Word count because i finally remembered: 4.7k

You are seriously just on a downwards spiral… all you do now is drink, get high, eat, and sleep and repeat. You also go to school occasionally but only to keep your attendance high enough, so they do not start calling the manor about your absence. Your grades are worse than abysmal, and you reek of straight hard liquor that people might as well think that you bathe in it day-by-day. Shocking how they didn’t call any authority about it but that’s just Gotham for ya.

Heck how many times are you going to look yourself in the mirror and just see yourself getting worse and just accept it. It is honestly pathetic when you think about it. You need help, you know you need help but at the same time you just continue your habits like nothings wrong. It is pathetic. You don’t want to bother people like Adam because he had been own problems to deal with so really it is just you and the other addicts you meet in these alleyways.

Hanging out with them is not the smartest decision but hey what can you do. They have access to stronger things than what you normally get but hey, the buzz is stronger and if last longer and that is all you actually care about right now. The last time you talked to them you learned that there is a new drug circulating in the area. It was a chemically modified combination of three hard drugs mixed together into one pill. Yeah, some warning bells when off when “chemically modified" was mentioned but like everything else in life you just brushed it off thinking that the side effects can’t be that bad (🐺: YEAH SURE LILBRO).

Down in the Batcave… DUN DUN DUNNNNNN

Okay seriously, down in the cold, wet, dark, damp, and moist cave sat Timothy Drake at one of the many monitors of the BatComputer, watching Batman, Nightwing an The Red Hood during an infiltration mission into drug pit. It was only Bruce, Dick, and Jason on field, with Tim, Duke and Damian stuck at the manor due to them having school the next day.

Alfred was also down at the cave ready to take over if he believes that Tim was in the cave for too long. He had already sent up both Duke and Damian and while Duke was okay with sleeping, Damian made sure to voice his opinions about sleep being useless when he is “needed” out there… all while yawing up the steps leading out the cave.

Tim was looking at the monitors that were connected to the suits of each vigilante on field that current moment. Watching through the cameras on 3 monitors and using another to pull out any information that might help.

The other three were positioned in different areas, scoping out the warehouse - which was surprisingly more packed than what is usually is. And that was already suspicious considering the circumstances. The plan was to stop the bigger drug deal from happening, stop distribution and find out why the drugs were made a long with who was behind it. A simple info mission, so the most they could expect is some (ranging to a lot) of broken bones.

[small time skip brought to you by my brain blanking out]

It’s been only a few minutes since Bruce, Dick, and Jason all last checked in with Tim, since they last scoped out their areas and right before Jason was going to complain about the lack of activity and the information probably being wrong a car pulled upon the west side of the building. A couple of goons came out of the car, opened the booth and pulled out some crates and placing them onto the floor.

Jason: I was going to complain about how boring this was but a black Mercedes G class jus pulled up with the suspecting drugs.

Dick: Suspecting drugs?

Jason: Yes. Suspecting drugs. Because I don’t know if they actually have said drugs…dick. Dick: Do you really have to say my name like it is an insult? Jason: Yeah…dick. Batman: Red hood, how many are there? Jason: About six or seven… I can take them down myself no need for you to come join me. Batman: Do it and report what you find.

Tim: Switching over to your cam. Jason: Why do you have to do that? Tim: I am bored down here in the cave. And just like that Jason comes out of the wherever he was hiding at with a whistle alerting said goons.

Goon 1: Oi! It’s the Red hood! Goon 2: Let’s get him!

And as if on cue, four of the goons were rushing at Jason with brass knuckles, baseball bats and metal pipes (where the pipes spawn from? He does not know, ask the author) and swung their weapons, aiming various points of his body. But unfortunately for them, this fight would not be easy nor is it winnable.

Jason started by pulling out his gun, using the back part of the gun (the grip & hammer??) and slammed it into the first goons jaw like an upper cut causing goon one to stumble backwards and clutch his jaw. Goon 2 and 3 both ran up on opposite sides with a pipe and a baseball bat aiming for his chest and the back of his knees.

Jason takes a step to his left and throws his knees into the goon that was aiming for his knees. Knocking the good down to the ground and the one aiming for his head missed and stumbled forwards.

He then aimed his gun at the ground and shot a rubber bullet, watching it bounce up and hit the guts of the goon with the brass knuckles, who was just getting back into the fight, back down.

Turing around Jason used the bottom of his gun and slam it into the temple of the goon who missed his head earlier.

Two more goons run up with brass knuckles (with spikes on this time), one aimed for the upper torso area while the other aimed for the gut/lower torso. Jason shifts slightly to the side to avoid the lower one’s punch while pulling back his fist to punch the other square in the face. But just when the punch was about to land, the two goons suddenly swapped their positions. Goon 4, moved upwards and landed a punch on near the base of Jason’s neck while Goon 5 aimed for the gut area. Both of the goons successfully landing the punches they originally intended to throw and drawing blood. The impact of the punches caused Jason to stumble back a bit to regain his footing. And in that brief moment, goon 4 attempts to land another punch on Jason, but this time actually aiming for his gut. But the goon was not quite as quick as he thought he was as Jason grabbed the arm the goon was going to punch with and immediately elbowed him in the jugular – causing goon 4 to go limp onto the ground.

Goon 5 was about to throw another punch as well when Jason had his back turned but oh well, Jason turned around and used his helmet and slammed it into goon 5’s skull, causing that goon to go limp as well.

After five of the goons were now on the floor Jason slowly turned to face the goon that was shaking near the car door. And in a few quick strides he stood face to face with goon 6 who looked like he basically peed his pants (probs first day on the job) and grabbed his shirt pulling him closer.

Goon 6: P-please don’t kill me. Jason: Then tell me who do you work for. Goon 6: W-who I work f-for? Jason: Yes. Tell me who you work for and why do you have a shipment of the new drugs curculating in Gotham. Goon 6: W-we d-don’t h-have t-the drugs! We were just ordered to bring the alcohol through the back. And we are only goons for hire. Jason: What the fuck is goons for hire?

Goon 6: We get hired to do task the person who hires us does not want their actual goons doing. We don’t ask questions just do the job that pays as and get our money. It is a side hustle because the rent is going up. Jason: Then who the fuck hired you? Goon 6: W-we don’t get that information. The hires use a name that isn’t linked to their actual name or the name they go by. Jason: Check the crates. Goon 6: W-what?

Jason: Not you. Him. Jason nods his head to the side to the person in the shadows behind him which turned out to be nightwing. Nightwing walks up the first crate open it and looks inside, removing the straw stuffing. Nightwing: He seems to be telling the truth. Goon 6: HOW LONG WHAT HE THEIR FOR!? Jason: Shut up. Jason knocks the goon out with one punch and lets him drop onto the ground. Dick: Wow, you could give him a nose job with that punch. Jason: Would you like to be my next client? Dick: Nah. I am perfect already. Tim: But you can do with some rework. That grave was not nice to you. Jason: Oh, shut up. Why do you decide to speak now? Tim: I was doing a sweep looking for the warehouse plans and turns out there is an underground tunnel network that leads to the docks from here and it seems like there have been people down there for a while now. So, the goons you wasted your time on where just a distraction.

Jason: And you decided to tell me this now?

Tim: Free will. And you never asked. Jason: I am going to get you sick and watch your body fight off the infection with no spleen. Tim: And this is why I’m the better Robin. Dick: You two stop fighting. Let’s just tie up these guys and make our way into the tunnels. Now Robin, is there an entrance near by. Tim: Yes, I will send the coordinates. And heads up, B is already there waiting for the two of you. Jason: Of course, he is. Dick: Alright. And Jason…your neck has a little blood. Dick passes Jason an alcohol wipe and a small plaster to cover the puncture wound left behind. Tim: Hey Jason, you should change your name from Red Hood to Red Neck. Jason: I swear to god Tim, I will shoot you.

Jason grumbles out and he fixes up his neck and follows Dick to the entrance of the tunnels.

[name]

In the warehouse, it was way more packed than it would be on your average day. Some random person ways blasting music from some speaker while slumped over some random pillar. Another doing coke with a couple of others fighting over who gets to do the next line. You did a couple but then got shoved aside because someone more desperate than you wanted to have a line.

So now here you are, just kinda existing in the current room you are in, drinking someone else’s liquor bottle that they left unattended (they will never notice that the bottle missing). You are sure that there was something mixed in because you see powder sticking to the rim of the bottle. But you don’t care about what the bottle is mixed with. You only care about if you can forget your own thoughts and just pretend you are a caucus somewhere.

You take another swig from the bottle and wince at the burning sensation going down your throat and the warmth growing in your chest. You since been used to that feeling where the inside of your body feels like a radiator. It’s weird to say but that warmth…it’s weirdly comforting and not the the whole the ‘the feeling you get when someone shows their care about you’ way but the ‘you are actively destroying you life and this is you only comfort’ way and as sad as it is you are okay with that.

You keep drinking from the bottle until it’s basically empty, shaking it above your mouth in hopes for another shot to magically fall into your mouth. But when that doesn’t you just throw the bottle in some random direction and leaned against what ever wall or pillar was next to you.

You leaned down the side of whatever you were leaning on and slowly slid down to the floor. Just closing your eyes until you have the will power to get up and look for something else to do. You only had a couple minutes of peace until some random dressed in a hoodie with a few strands a grease filled hair poking out from the hood started shaking you to get your attention.

“What!” You exclaimed, annoyed that someone is bothering you right now.

“Do you wanna try these?” Holds up a small cluster of blue round pills in the palm of his hand.

“What?” You responded back. You’re still in a daze from the spiked alcohol clouding your mind.

“Do you wanna try these? You look like you should try them.” The weirdo in-front of you, waving the pils he still has in his hand.

You squint at him briefly before looking down at his hand and seeing the pills before making eye contact with his forehead again. “What does it do?” You questioned, but in reality, you did not even care, you just tried to sound like you are interested so he can leave you alone.

“Makes you forget everything in this world and makes you ascend to a new plain.” He explained. His explanation was vague but the answer he gave did interest you. Ascending to a new plain sound too good to be true (🐺 : it is lil bro) but who cares really?

“Huh?”

“I said that it takes you to another-“

“I heard you! Will you leave me alone if I take it…?” ( 🐺: wow full of bad decisions… who to blame (me lol I’m writing this))

“Yeah I will, I will even throw in this bottle of jack if you want.” The way he speaks of off putting but you don’t really know or care about trivial things like that. You get a cluster pills that is supposed to to wonders for an addict like yourself and a whole bottle of jack? Yes, you took that deal with no questions.

So, you held up you hand and the hoodie guy just poured the pile in, and with no hesitation, you threw the pills into your mouth. The guy in-font of you smiled and his shoulders dropped slightly but you didn’t see that, you just took the bottle of jack he had, and used it to wash down the pills. After that he stood up fully and walked away after mumbling something about seeing you on the other side. You didn’t really pay much attention to that as you stood up and continued wondering around the building aimlessly with a new bottle in hand.

At the entrance of three tunnels that supposedly go under the warehouse, Jason, and Dick were looking around for a 6ft man dressed as a bat who was supposed to be waiting for them at the entrance.

“Where is he? You said that he would be at the entrance.” Jason questioned into the comms line to Tim.

“Umm actually, I said that he is waiting for you. Not that he was AT the entrance waiting for you.” Tim corrected as he mindlessly scrolled through his phone back at the cave.

“THAT IS THE- never mind where is he then?”

“Inside. Looking at his body cam there doesn’t seem to be many goons there.”

“So, I guess we are heading in now. Tim, keep monitoring the area both in the tunnels and the surrounding area.” Dick instructed as he walked into the tunnels with Jason following a few steps after.

[ another small time skip… brought to you both Jason and dick walking through the tunnels with occasional shower thoughts from Tim ]

“That tunnel is unnecessary long if you ask me.” Jason complained as both him and dick turned the last corner of the tunnel (🐺 : SECRET TUNNEL SECRET TUNNLE!) and finally ended up in the big cavern where goons were sorting out minor drug shipments and other things and B in a random corner above everything, watching trough the shadows.

“We don’t ask you much Jason…” Tim responded following up with an annoying slurp of tea that Alfred gave him much earlier.

“Tim, now is not the time for this.” Dick warned, even though he did enjoy watching his two younger brother banter with each other like this. “Can you locate B?”

“Yeah, his is in that really dark corner diagonal above you.” Tim pointed out, followed with a less obnoxious slurp of tea that he only did to annoy the revived vigilante.

“Has anyone told him that standing in a dark corner doesn’t make him cool?” Jason questioned as he looked over to where B was standing like he was one with the shadows.

“Wonder Woman has once.” Dick answered as he also looked up in the direction Tim specified.

“Goated.” Jason responded with ask he makes his way to the left side of the cave, checking out the nearby cargo. Dick doing the same but, on the right, side.

“Robin report.” Bruce suddenly ordered on the comms. All the bat kids got used to him just randomly speaking on the comm lines on night like this where banter between the kids are the most ‘eventful’ part of the night.

“There are about 30 goons split off to managing different task on the crates you see in-front of you. Black mask in nowhere in site, I fact he is not even in Gotham tonight, so it is just his goons working right now. There is a total 25 crates in the area you are currently scoping out. 15 of the crates contain guns, and the last ten have different drugs in them. Five containing your standard hard drugs like cocaine and carfentanyl and the other five have the new drug GZB which should be renamed to HZB because the G for gear is heroin.” Tim reported just like he was ordered to after he finishes analysing what he is seeing through Bruce’s body cam.

“Hum..” Bruce responds with after taking in all that.

“Dibs on the guns. Oh, and the crates I looked through are all empty.” Jason added after searching through all the creates on the left side.

“Same here…just a fuzzy sandwich and a fork.” Dick also added grimacing over the sandwich that has clearly seen better days.

“So now we have seen and analysed everything…” Tim started. “Can you now actually get to something entertaining; my popcorn is getting cold.”

Soon after that, Bruce emerged from the shadows and jumped down to the bottom of the cave with dick following moments after. Jason staying a level above them to provide the both of them coverage.

Once Bruce landed his cape made a shuttle noise that attracted the attention of the goons.

Penelope: OMG ITS BATMAN! (🐺 :maya winky asmr for the win bro)

Once that was yelled that officially got all the goons attention, and like the always do, the goons took charge and whipped out guns that they randomly had strapped on themselves and started shooting at both the dark night and the acrobat. Bruce dogging the bullets pulled out his batarangs and thrown them successfully taking out two shooters. While Dick, flips towards one of the shooters and uses his escrima sticks to knock the gun out the hand of one shooter and knock out the other shooter that was standing right next to the first.

[ insert the rest of the fight scene because I am too lazy to write another one ]

It’s been a hot minute (like 6 – 7) since you swallowed the the pills that strange greasy guy gave you and you are pretty sure you are hallucinating or blacking out. Sometimes you would see black spots across your vision and other times you would see a familiar figure (one you cannot place) lurking in the corner of your peripheral vision if you are able to focus on something long enough for it to form. Your limbs are really sluggish, like you were trying to move in molasses. You have already bumped it to a wall and other objects (including people occasionally) multiple times when you where just wondering about the place.

It took you a lot longer, but you managed to end up in some sort of toilets. Well, it is the toilets and you would be a little bit surprised about the fact that you actually found an empty room if it wasn’t for the fact that the fuzzy feeling you were experiencing was getting stronger and you had a harder time controlling the speed your limbs were moving at. Your breathing was a little irregular and every noise just sounds like you are 45ft under water surrounded by sponges. You could not make sense with anything, but you are not that alarmed by it. Are you actively communicating with someone at that very moment? No, you weren’t so you take another drink from the liquor bottle you were given not that long ago.

Narrowly missing the broken urinal, you tripped on a broken tile and ‘landed’ against a wall. You rested against the wall as you felt your legs getting a bit weak after tripping and you are conscious enough to rest a bit until it felt right to move again.

[Five minutes and 1/3 of a bottle later…]

You figure it was time to try and start moving again after a couple minutes of being and awkward slumped sack against the tile wall. You weren’t really putting much attention to how your body was currently moving (not that you would be able to control your body anyway). Your entire body felt it was trapped in mouldy molasses and everything seemed to move in slow motion. So, when you did manage to push yourself from the wall, you almost stumbled across the room nearly landing against the toilet stall door.

After a couple seconds of standing still you decided to take another drink (🐺: this has to be some never-ending bottle of liquor bro). But just as you where drinking from the bottle two men burst out of the toilet stall falling down onto the floor in the process but that doesn’t matter. They seem to have genuine fear scratched into their faces as the scramble their way to stand and escaping the toilets. As the ran past you one of the two men shoved you hard out of the way, causing you to slam into the broken urinal onto the floor. Surprisingly, even though your body felt ready fuzzy and feeling things was not something you noticed, that pain shot through you as your hip makes contact with the urinal, and you fall down to your knees. You actually felt that in the sense that you were not high at all.

The two men are long him now so now you just stay ground down on the floor unbothered to move because everything now feels you heavy to move. Your bottle had fallen to the ground and shattered when that man shaved you away and there is probably a couple of glass shards logged into your body when you fell down. But that doesn’t matter, you can pull them out yourself if you get back to the manor.

You feel the need to take a deep breath, but right when you do that, you feel bile rush out indeed and you vomit. You throw up whatever food you had that day, the toast in the morning, the snack you had in your room that day, the alcohol. Everything. It was a chunky smooth mess that you thought would be over with just one round of throw up. But for some reason, it doesn’t stop there. You keep vomiting in your position. Your body still to heavy to move for you to at least try change your position. You just keep vomiting. Eventually its just stomach acid with some blood mixed in. With that a cold chill rushed through your spine as you finally lost consciousness and blacked out, wishing you could have one more sip before you eventually die.

Jason and Dick were both tying up the last of the goons while Bruce was looking through the crates with the drugs and looking though login journals to see if there was any information the goons are holding back. While making sure that the body cam in his suit was accurately recording the information for later, Bruce finds a book labelled with the word debts and pages upon pages with names and numbers what assumed which was how much the people listed owed them and a additional column with the word ‘Paid’ or ‘Deceased’ but only under some names showing that only some were able to get out of the holes they fell in.

As he closed that book and went to open another Tim’s voice cracked through the coms.

“So, looking back over the footage of the very brutal fight the three of you were in, two goons manage to escape though a tunnel behind Bruce.”

Dick turned his head towards Jason with his brow eased a hand rested on his hip.

“Were you not covering for us? Surely you saw that.”

Jason turned to look at him and mimic the same pose he is seeing right in front of him. “I was also fighting goons too. Besides, they ran behind B, go parent him about being observant or something.”

“Yeah, I agree. B should have known better. Didn’t he train around the world just to have two goons slip past him.” Tim joining invoke conversion and springily siding with Jason for this instead of playing devils' advocate.

“Nightwing, Red hood go get them.” Bruce's bounce cut through the three birds' mini argument about who should take the blame.

With a collective sigh from both Jason and Dick, the two of them both walked towards the tunnel that run directed than that the missing goons ran from.

[ another time skip because they just walking through a tunnel]

As both Dick and Jason push open the door to the exit to the tunnel the smell vomit hits them like a crowbar to the head.

Jason: “Oh my god, what the heck is that smell?”

Dick: “Gosh, I think that is sick and alcohol.”

Jason: “Well that’s expected…” Jason mumbles as he pushes open the toilet stall door and froze in his tracks when he saw you passed out on the floor, covered in your own sick.

Dick pushes past Jason and walks towards you, pulling out a small flashlight and checks your pupils and your pulse. Once he completed third checks, he puts back the flashlight out of where he just pulled it out from and stood up.

“She is alive but barely, pulse of externality weak. She needs medical attention. Now.” Dick reported / urged in that stern voice he does when the situation is too serious for his usual humour to take place.

Tim: “Already on is. Paramedic. Are on router and should be there in 10 minutes. 15 max.”

Jason walking towards your body, kneeling down and moving your head slightly. “Wait… do we know them…?”

Dick: “I don’t…think…so? Tim?”

Tim: “Running a face check. She probably has just one of those faces…”

Jason: “No it’s not that… I am pretty yet I have actively seen her face around. I just can’t fighter out where I know it.”

Tim: “Well we will find up soon enough and put you to rest. The face scan will be done any min-“

Jason: “Fuck you replacement.”

Dick: “Not again. Tim, you were saying?”

Tim: “Hold on I need you double check this… this shouldn’t be correct.”

Jason: “Why? Who comes up in the system?”

Tim: “It’s… (name)!?”

- End of chapter -

ALPHA : *in a deep gravel aura filled voice that gets you omegas slick up in anticipation* I am back.

For now

My omegas (you (🫵)) : OMGGGGGGGGG!!!!!

Hehe~

Did I change the way I did text half way… yeah bro

Did I lose effort in the end …yeah🫩

Idk how to write fight scenes yall😭😭😭

Bro it’s soooooo fun to make Tim rage bait Jason because it feels soo right like and Jason will fall for it every time. This is how the bond your honour!!!!!!

Ps: should the reader die

I had to delete the poll to add the next chapter link

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Bat-sibling reader walking into the kitchen and seeing Tim with a plate of cookies : Are those cookies ?

Tim : Yeah…

Bat sibling reader : The ones Alfred made?

Tim : Yeah…

Bat sibling reader : What are you doing with them?

Tim: Ummm…picking out the nuts?

Bat sibling reader : Why?

Tim : Because I don’t like the nuts…what are you getting at?

Bat sibling reader : Those are the cookies Alfred made for me…because I asked him to.

Tim : Oh…

Bat sibling reader : *points to a plate of regular chocolate chip cookies* and there was another plate you could have taken from.

Tim : listen.

Bat sibling reader : …

Tim : You don’t like nuts so I am basically helping you.

Bat sibling reader : I do like nuts…

Tim : oh…

Bat sibling reader : *Jumps Tim*

[23xfgg]

Rags bait pro Tim ✅

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This is for ch5 of drug addicts/ sober! Reader yall im almost done with the chapter (im not but im trying)