my headcanons about the Burromuerto family's high expectations (and how they shape Alejandro):
Something I've seen before is the idea that Alejandro's family expects him to win Total Drama and would be heavily disappointed or even ashamed by failure. I don't think this is "wrong;" in fact I think canon supports a goofy take on his family that this would work great with this. But with a more grounded characterization, especially one with angst, I think the opposite would happen. His father's a diplomat; he would be disappointed that his son starred in a trashy reality show and ashamed of his "villainous" behavior on said show.
Now, don't get me wrong: the Burromuertos put a lot of pressure on their kids. Good grades, plentiful extracurriculars, leadership positions, athletic prowess; their family is full of people who are talented and successful in myriad ways, and they expect their kids to be just as successful. But if, say, Alejandro was a horrible athlete (or just hated sports), they wouldn't be particularly upset - their priorities and expectations would just change. As long as their kids are striving towards worthy goals, they're happy.
But this apparent leniency is an albatross around Alejandro's neck, because he doesn't know who he is or who he wants to be, what he wants to do, and it makes him feel like a failure, even as he succeeds beyond his parents' measurable expectations. Is his academic success, his athletic success, worth anything if it's not working towards something valuable? Alejandro wants to "succeed," wants it more than anything else, but that's meaningless on its own, in the eyes of his parents.
Carlos is a professional soccer player, insanely talented and in the height of his career. He's six years older than Alejandro. In a lot of ways Carlos was an "underachiever." He struggled to keep up in school, struggled to socially acclimate when his family moved, had little interest in politics and the circles his family moved in. But he was driven as an athlete - he loved soccer and trained harder than any other player on every team he ever played on. He knew from a young age who he wanted to be, and he worked to succeed at it.
Once Carlos was about 12, and his parents realized he was truly devoted and had the chops for a professional sports career, they loosened their academic expectations on him. They'd already invested plenty of money into top-tier training camps and premiere teams, but now they did even more so; he gained a personal trainer and spent summers training with some of the best teen soccer players in the world. They're incredibly proud of him not just for his success, but because of his passion and drive. Alejandro looks up to him for the same reasons (and sees him as a good, if distant brother).
José is a year older than Alejandro, and this closeness in age has always impacted their relationship, mostly for the worse. They've been compared their whole lives, and while a year might not seem like much time, it's a huge gap when you're young. José's earlier successes made Alejandro feel like a failure from an early age; he was never quite good enough.
Their parents didn't shame Alejandro for not keeping up with José, but they also didn't do nearly enough to support Alejandro emotionally relating to this (and in general; his family overlooks emotional and mental health struggles almost entirely). They've always been competitive, seeing each other as rivals. José's bullying of Alejandro often went too far when they were younger, but in the present they're a bit more equal, pranking and insulting and fighting with each other, although José is often still too vicious and usually the instigator. (Their parents hate and discourage this behavior from both of them, but don't address the cause.)
Alejandro sees José as the "Always Someone Better" of his life. Alejandro's a good student, but so is José, and he barely studies. Alejandro's a good athlete - better than José, even! - but José's captain of the soccer team; José's a leader. Alejandro has good social skills, has friends, but they're "school friends," or "sports team friends;" he doesn't hang out with them very often outside of their shared activities. José has a huge annoying popular friend group that hangs out all the time - going to parties, to the mall, getting into trouble, and they even campaigned for him to be Homecoming King the same year the Burromuertos moved to Canada. It takes almost no time at all for José to socially acclimate to wherever he is; to Alejandro, it feels like the world shifts to be around him.
Carlos is somebody, José is somebody; who is Alejandro? What does he like? What does he want out of life? He doesn't know. And his parents don't know, either. They love him, as they do all of their kids, but deep down, they're prouder of Carlos, fonder of José, because they recognize them as independent, driven people with their own goals for life. (At least, in Alejandro’s mind they do.) Alejandro doesn't have any goals beyond living up to their expectations - all Alejandro does is everything they could ever ask of him, and nothing for himself.
Alejandro and José signed up for Total Drama together, competing for who would be cast, and did so behind their parents' backs. Doing so was an act of teenage rebellion, especially for Alejandro, who normally puts too much stock into his parents' metrics of success and proper behavior, far more than José. Their parents were upset when Alejandro was cast, which he expected, but Alejandro was thrilled because he knew Total Drama was the place where he could be the best, where he could be somebody. A person beyond his parents' expectations. He knew he could win - he already beat José! He already competed in his life like it was Total Drama, and defeated every task; doing it against a bunch of morons? He's a Burromuerto; he'll succeed at whatever he puts his mind to. (He has to. Or he'll destroy himself trying.)
Summary: When your mother’s double life finally catches up to her, you end up in the care of your idol. However, not everything goes as planned in this family.
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Chapter 2: An empty room next to an empty tomb.
This was my first night without her. Since then, I've had the same dream every night. For the last five years over and over and over...but I will never forget how I felt that first night.
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Everything feels different.
Like my body is floating on air, but every time I try to move it feels like I'm falling. I hear sounds of laughter in the distance; familiar, sweet, joyous laughter. I remember that laugh. Mama...
It's us. We're laughing. This was when we won that plushie from the machine. I called it Pudge.
My god that thing is kind of ugly, I love him so much.
"C'mon Mama, please?" "Baby, it's across town, we won't make it before closing and we might miss the ferry back to Gotham."
"Please!! You said we could do anything today, no budgets or limits!"
"Yes but-!" "Mama, please. All the kids at school make fun of me because I've never met a hero. This could be my birthday present for the year! Hell, for two years-!"
"Language." "Mama, please..."
Why didn't I see it before....Her face, she looks so scared. I was staring right at her begging to enter the worst place for a retired villain
....no, she's not... What is this place... Where am I? Why am I reliving this memory-?
"Well...it is your day." Wait Mama, I'm sorry. Let's go home.
"Yes! Thank you, thank you, thank you! Woooooooooooo! I might meet the Flash today...or Superman! or even Batman!"
Her smile looked so weary. Why was I rambling so much? Don't you notice your mother is suffering?? I was screaming at the top of my lungs, trying to reach out to them, but there was this barrier, I couldn't reach them. I began hitting it as hard as I could-
Hey! You spoiled brat! Look at me! Look at me you little-
She's laughing. Why was she laughing, she looked so scared. Mama, why?
"C'mon, we gotta hurry up and catch the shuttle! Hall of Justice here we come!" "I'm coming baby."
I watched as I dragged my mother out of the arcade. I wanted to reach out; I wanted to call out to her. I wanted to hug her, tell her I love her, tell her I'm sorry, tell her-
MAMA DON'T LEAVE ME!!
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I woke up; sweating, hyperventilating, in a strange warm bed... Bed?
I rushed to get out of the covers and fall on to the floor. If the loud slam was any indication, I felt the bruise already forming on my back. With the wind knocked out of me, I slowly got up. My legs have never felt so heavy in my life. Like walking with bricks in my pockets...
I look around the dimly lit room. It felt cold and isolated. As I looked around for my shoes, I looked over to the window and saw Gotham in the distance. The sun was rising over the city, and it was beautiful. I thought about taking a photo for Mama...
The thought died quickly as I shifted the curtains closed. I wanted... needed to get out of here. The room looked like it was being used for storage. All sorts of boxes and crap lined the walls. Guessing they didn't realize they were going to have company. This situation... is not ideal. And I still needed a phone! Gotta focus. My shoes are nowhere to be found and trying to escape through the windows wasn't looking too good; jumping from three stories is not on my bucket list. I open the door and exit the room. The door creaked as I tried being as discreet as possible. The hallway felt like it was never ending; red carpet on top of wooden floors of the hall, fancy lights lining the hall, the scent of sandalwood and jasmine wafting through the air. My god, this place is nicer than any apartment mama and I have ever lived in, maybe even bigger than the buildings themselves.
Finally reaching the end of the hall, I heard a thud coming from inside a room. As I approached the door, I felt myself being drawn in. They say curiosity killed the cat, but satisfaction brought it back. All my curiosity got me was a messy room, lined with all kinds of weaponry, an unmade bed with bright red covers, and-
"Intruder!!" "Hmm?"
A kick in the back. I felt my body get slammed on to the floor, having someone's foot on my shoulder blades and my arms being restrained behind my back. What the literally hell-
"Damien! What the hell-" "I found this criminal snooping in Jason's room!"
The room started to spin, I felt lightheaded, and the kid on my back wasn't helping either.
"Who in the world is Jason..?"
Before the voice had any chance to respond, the world became dark.
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Dick Grayson POV
“Is Bruce finally going to explain why we had to search the city for some kid?”
“This kid is someone important to Bruce, Tim. We just have to be patient-“
“I’m tired of being patient, Dick! He can’t just disturb my work because he couldn’t keep an eye on some orphan-“
“Tim.” “….Sorry. I need some coffee.”
As Tim got up to get some coffee, this feeling in my chest persisted. Bruce has always been secretive, but to hide another kid from the family. After everything we went through with Damien, there’s no way he would make that same mistake again. He’s hiding something, whether he wants to or not, he has to tell us the truth now.
“So..any news on Steph and Cassie?”
“They’re stuck on a stake-out, something they wanted to do themselves. Apparently, there’s some chatter about the mob being involved with the black-market trade on alien tech. I was checking on some forums before Bruce pulled me away to search for the kid.”
“Anything yet?” “No hits, but there’s something there.”
“Maybe I can ask-“ “No.” “Tim-“
“I said No. I can do this without his help. And even if I can’t, I would rather fail than ever ask for his help again.”
“…Fine, but if you need my help, I’m here.”
“I know.”
“You have any idea where Damien and Duke are?”
“Damien said he had to go feed his animals, and Duke wanted to grab a snack”
“It shouldn’t take them too long to-“
Bruce entered the bat cave before I could finish my thought. His eyes wandered across the long table, confused by the empty seats. His eyes looked tired; his tie undone, his shirt untucked, he clearly had too much on his plate.
“Where is everyone? I clearly asked for you all to be present at the meeting.”
“Woah, Bruce…you look...” “Like shit.” "Tim."
“You always have a way with words Tim. This meeting isn’t about my appearance, now where are the rest of you?”
“Steph and Cass are on a stake-out, Duke went to get a snack, and Damien went to feed his animals.”
“Thank you Tim. Do Steph and Cass need back-up?” “As of now, no. They’re just doing some reconnaissance.”
“Good, keep an eye for them would you?” “I always do.”
Bruce takes a deep breath in. I haven’t seen him this tense since he and Jason last spoke. What is going on?
“I’ll get straight to the point, I-“
We hear footsteps rushing to the door and find an out of breath Duke leaning against the doorframe.
“Damien..attack..person! Had to restrain. Wooh, I am out of breath. I think we should add breath training to regime Bruce-“
“Duke!” “Yeah?” “Damien?” “Shit! Yeah, he’s over here c’mon!”
We follow Duke and end up in the main den, spotting a restrained Damien on a chair and..a body on the couch?
“What is this?,” Bruce exclaimed triedly
“Damien took it a bit too far and knocked out this kid. I have no clue how they even got in but they didn’t deserve this. Who is this kid anyway?”
“I meant why is his tied up?” “Oh! Damien refused to step down so this is all I could think of.”
Damien muffled growling got louder before we could say anything else. If looks could kill, Duke would be six feet under. As I untie Damien from his chair, he explained what happened.
“I saw this intruder snooping around Jason’s room! I was protecting our assets!”
Bruce lets out a tired sigh, rubbing his temple.
“That isn’t an intruder. That is your new sibling. Everyone, this is (Name) Sullivan. They will be staying at the manor from now on.”
So many questions are rushing to my head. As the rest of the group badger Bruce with questions, I hear a faint groan coming from the couch.
“Ugh..what..?” “Hey! They’re awake!”
I kneel beside the couch and look over their face. There’s not much bruising on their face. Looks like Damien went easy on them.
“My head..” “You took a nasty fall,” I try to comfort them to the best of my abilities, but then again,
“Nasty fall my behind! That kid threw me to the ground!”
“For someone of Wayne descent, you were much too easy to take down. Father’s good genes must have skipped a generation,” Damien exclaimed mockingly.
(Name) and Damien try to lunge at each other but I force (Name) on the couch and Duke holds Damien in place. So much for first impressions.
“Damien, that’s enough. You have had far more experience than (Name) has had in a lifetime. That doesn’t make them any less of a Wayne.”
I feel (Name) tremble under my grasp. I pull away. Guessing they're not one for physical touch.
(Name) gets up from the couch and creates distance between themselves and us. They’re agitated and look like they’re about to bolt at any moment. Though, by the state of their clothing, I don’t think they have energy.
“Why don’t you sit down kid, we can discuss the details of you moving into the manor and get you acquainted with the rest of the family. There are a lot of things we need to discuss,” Bruce tries to calmly explain the situation, but I don’t think (Name) wants to listen.
"What is wrong with you..?"
"What? Kid, nothing is wrong here. Look, I know all of this has been overwhelming. A lot has happened in the last 72 hours. You're tired, scared, confused-"
"Stop doing that. Stop trying to dictate what I'm thinking. You have no idea what I've been through!"
Bruce clenches his jaw and tries to stay calm. I haven't seen him so uneasy. Just who is this kid?
"Let's just get straight to the point, (Name), from now on you'll be residing in manor until further notice. There's a lot we need to discuss if you are to join the family-"
"Bullshit."
"Excuse me?," Bruce arches his brow and stares at (Name). Tim slowly gets up from the couch and lead the others out of the main den. But I stay behind. It feels wrong to leave the kid alone.
“Bullshit. You don’t even want me here. You don't even think I'm actually your kid."
"Kid-"
"I heard you. I heard you and Gordon talking about my mama like she was some sort of villain!! She was the only person there for me! Do you think I wanted to be here?! That I wanted to be shoved into some stranger's car and be miles away from home?? I'm so sorry that my mother dying was so inconvenient for you!" Angry tears began to spring from their eyes, as they continue to yell at Bruce. This poor kid...
"I understand...-" "No, you don't."
"I didn't even get to say goodbye! Hell, I haven't even..." They stop for a moment, releasing a shaky breath.
"...This is the first time I've cried since she died...My mom.. she's.."
(Name) slides to the floor and breakdown crying. Hugging themselves tightly and screaming their lungs out. I've seen the families of victims and civilians breakdown like this, but for the first time, I'm at a loss.
"Maybe we should postpone the meeting," I said.
"Yeah, maybe should."
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It's been over three months since (Name) had come to the manor. For the most part, they stuck to themselves. Duke and I have tried our best to get them out of their shell, but things in Gotham have gotten worse. I barely see anyone on the team, let alone visit the manor. We haven't even told (Name) about our identities. While (Name) was grieving, Bruce gave us the run down on who they were. And more importantly who their mother was.
The kid has barely entered high school and there’s no indication they knew anything about their mother’s other life. From what Bruce told us, he had no idea Lilith was alive until he saw her at the Hall of Justice, even then, she changed her entire face. The only reason he recognized her was because the kid was wearing a one-of-a-kind sterling bracelet, one he gave Lilith before she faked her death. He didn't tell us what he said to her that day, but if it was any indication, the look on his face was full of regret.
For the first time in forever, we were finally able to organize a family dinner. Tim finally decrypted all the files found on Lilith's flash drive and Bruce wanted everyone present, including the kid. This will be the first time they get to meet everyone. Well, mostly everyone.
Bruce decided at out last meeting that he was going to reveal his identity to the kid. After finally moving the last of their things to the manor, Bruce thinks it's time to introduce them to the real Wayne family. I assume. It's been a moment since I last saw the kid. I'm not sure how Bruce and the kid are getting along, but I think Bruce is trying to make an effort.
I wait for Alfred to serve the food with the rest of the family at the dining room table. Seeing their smiling faces after months of recon and late nights, makes it all worth it. I notice an empty chair across from me. I wonder how Jason is doing now some days. I think he would've liked getting to know the kid.
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Only one word could describe my first three months in the manor: isolating. The only person I talked to most days was Alfred, and even then, they were only passing comments or basic questions. I understood they were trying to give me space after my breakdown but ditching me completely wasn't very nice either. My dad...Bruce was barely around. Every time I tried to talk to him, ask him about my mother, or just get to know him, he shuts me down and just stomps into his office.
At first, I didn't think the rejection would hurt as much as it did. But he's all I have now, whether he liked it or not. And the pain of being rejected by a parent was something I had to get used to.
And then he tells me, out of the blue, that I have to go to this family dinner and that all will be explained. That I have to meet "the rest of the family."
But are we really family? I know Dick and Duke have tried to connect with me, and I commended their efforts. I really did. But they never pulled through. Any attempt to get me out of the house was in vain. Each time they gave another lame excuse, made it clear, I shouldn't expect them to be there for me. This family clearly has secrets. Apparently, so did mine. I'm stuck with them. I have nowhere else to go. It's terrifying but, maybe, with some time we can be a real family. Or look like one.
Staring at the ceiling of my new bedroom, from my new bed, it took me a while to get used to. I think about my mother most days. I want to hold a burial, have somewhere to visit her. Maybe I could Bruce during dinner.
A thump next door interrupted my thoughts. I should get ready for dinner.
thump
What should I wear?
thump
I should've unpacked sooner, most of my clothes are in boxes-
thump
Nope. What I'm wearing is fine.
I exit my room with haste and head down the hallway. I couldn't help but stare at the door to the room next to mine. It was always empty, Alfred never went in there, Bruce ignores me every time I tried to ask him about it, and that brat Damien tackled me before I could fully register what was going on. I had to head downstairs soon. Dinner is about to start-
thump
Dammit.
I huff in frustration before I approach the door. Just a small peak. Maybe see what is making that weird thumping sound.
I try to open the door without making too much noise. The room was full of red decorum, posters of different Shakespeare plays, a Wonder Woman action figure, and...
Holy shit.
A wall full of weapons. Different types of knives and swords, guns, hand grenades... is that a bazooka?
"What...the fuck? Who was this guy?"
I felt the cold metal of a gun barrel being pressed again the back of my head.
"Looks like this little sheep wandered off from its herd." His voice sounded deep and robotic, like he was wearing a voice modifier.
"...Flock." "What?"
"Uh...a group of sheep is called a flock, while a group of cattle is referred to as a herd...additionally a little sheep is just lamb. so.. the correct way to say that would've been, 'Looks like this lamb wandered off from its flock.'"
"Are you really correcting me while I have a gun to your head?"
"It's not very intimating when you get the details wrong."
He presses the barrel harder against my head. Guess he doesn't like being corrected.
"Tell me this, little lamb, how did you get into the manor?"
"...." "Tick tock Lamb. I don't have all day."
"..I live here. I have been for the last three months."
I hear him let out a scoff and feel the barrel of the gun being pulled away.
"Of course, another stray to add to the litter. Turn around Lamb, I won't shoot. Unless you give me a reason to."
I let out a sigh and slowly turn around. Just to discover the behemoth of a man my assailant was. Leaning against the wall; a muscular build and height that towered over me, wearing an intimidating red mask, covered head to toe in tactical gear and weapons. I was so stunned by his appearance I near knocked over the nightstand. He chuckled,
"Haven't had a reaction like that in a while. I'm guessing Bats hasn't sent you on patrol yet?"
".....what?" What. the. actual. fuck.
"I didn't think he would add another Robin to the nest, but I guess he still has that coveted 'Wayne philanthropy' gene in him. After years of being Batman, that man still thinks he can save every street rat he comes across."
No way. No fucking way.
"....Bruce Wayne... is Batman?"
I see the mask of his eyes widen. Holy shit, he's being serious. Bruce Wayne is Batman. Batman is my dad. What the fuck?!
"Oh fuck. OHHH fuckkkkk. oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck- FUCK! You- You're a civilian?! You didn't know??!!"
"Of course not! How the hell was I supposed to know that information?! I barely found out I even had a dad!! Who even are you?! Why are you in this dead guys room-" I think I'm having a heart attack. There's no fucking way. I begin to pace to room and fan myself, tears springing from my eyes.
“Oh my godoh my godmy godmy godmy godmy god, this can’t be real. No way no fucking way-!”
"Can you calm the fuck down?! Your panicking is going to get me caught!"
"Oh fuck you!" I hear him scoff at me, as I watch him grab weapons to add to his arsenal.
"Alright, I'm out of here," He chuckles, shaking his head, "Listen Lamb, you're clearly going through something, but I frankly don't give a shit. I just came here to reload and go but found some random ass kid looking through my shit when they weren't supposed to. So, I suggest you forget this ever happened. You didn't see me, I didn't see you, and you definitely don't know who Batman is. Okay?"
"What? Hey! -," I screamed at him.
Before I could even respond, he's already jumped out the window.
"Later Lamb!" And he launches himself out of the manner grounds, out of sight.
I exit the room in a state of shock. I try to ground myself by staring at the floor. What just happened?
"Child?"
I gasp and look over to find Alfred gazing at me.
"Are you alright?"
I nod, not trusting my voice to be heard without trembling.
"Well, dinner is ready. Why don't you step away from the door and come downstairs. Master Bruce has some very important things he would like to discuss with you. Alright?"
I nod at him and follow him downstairs, looking back at the door as I do. What has my life become?
"(Name), so glad you can join us. Sit. We have much to discuss."
Bruce Wayne...who are you?
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A/N: BROTHERRRRR, this has been in the works for a hot minute! WOOOO i finally have time to write. I hope yall enjoy and thank you guys so much for the support. This shit is so fun to write. I hope you guys enjoy my subpar writing as much as I do. Hopefully I'll be more consistent with posting more. Anyways, be nice and have fun!!
Summary: When your mother’s double life finally catches up to her, you end up in the care of your idol. However, not everything goes as planned in this family.
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Chapter 1: In case of emergency...
I just remember running and running until my legs gave out on me. I had no idea what time it was, how long I was running for, and where I was. I needed to figure this shit out. I thought about calling someone, but with what phone? Who would I even call? The only person I could ever call is.... I needed to get a grip. I looked at my surroundings; I was on a bridge. It was freezing out, I didn't know how cold it was until I started shivering. All I could think about was missing my hoodie, and my mama. Definitely my mama way more, she would have made shivering in the cold into a fun game somehow. I missed her so much.
I kept getting stuck in my head, I needed to find a way to contact someone. What for? I had no clue, but I needed help. Just needed to find a phone. Somehow. Once I find a phone, I'll figure it out. Maybe. I felt pain shoot through my legs as I tried to run across the bridge. I groan and catch myself on the railing. Fuck, that hurts... Running isn't an option anymore. I had to remember what Mama taught me in case of emergencies.
One, look for a landmark.
South Old Gotham...Robert Kane Memorial Bridge! This was where mama and I took our walks! I’m near the outskirts of Gotham. Holy shit I ran that far out from the city?! Fuck.. It’s okay. I just need to take a deep breath and figure this shit out. In and out. In…and out. As I try to step forward, it was like knives were stabbing at my legs. I don’t think I have ever screamed so many profanities before. I just had the bear through the pain. I was near the old overpass, I thought if I can get through there, I can borrow a phone from one of the houses nearby. Easy right?
The Palisades was where the richest in Gotham lived. Just outside the city. Funny how Gotham’s richest don’t even live in Gotham. My mother used to think the rich folks just wanted to receive the looks of pity and a tax break from living in Gotham. When she wasn’t working the diner, she spent the weekends cleaning these houses. And since she had no one could watch me, I always came along. We used the walk the bridge at dawn and leave at sunset. The views were so beautiful.
The lights were so dim, and the walls are painted with all kinds of substances, and the smell... I couldn’t get out of there any quicker. Finally making it out of the overpass, and you would think after coming here for years as kid, it wouldn’t take much to impress me. But this place, is fucking magnificent. Even the air smelled cleaner compared to the city. The streetlamps lit along the sidewalks, the clean streets, the fresh air. I wish people in Gotham lived like this. I wish I got to live like this. I wish Mama... Right. Phone. Look for a phone.
It’s been a while since we came around here since most of the families we worked for either moved or no longer wanted my mother cleaning for them. Assholes. I recognized a few houses, but those families would never help me, even now.
Two, in case of emergencies; find somewhere safe.
There was always this one house on the street: dark, intimidating, and larger than any other house in the neighborhood. My mother used to walk past this house quicker than the others. Avoid it like the plague. Hell, even when I stared at it for too long, she dragged me away. But it was the closest house, and I was fucking exhausted. And with nothing left to lose, I walked right up to the gate and—... It was open. What kind of idiot would leave a gate open at this time of night?? God these rich people…. Right! Phone! I still need- ugh I had to stop getting distracted.
I walked up to the porch and knocked on the door.
Three, in case of emergencies, find a trusted adult.
“Hello? May I help you with something?”
The man in front of me exuded class. I don’t think I have met anyone with an English accent before. It was strange hearing it in real life for the first time.
“Child, are you well?”
“Uh.. sorry. Your accent took me by surprise.”
“I can say the same about you,” the man chuckles.
“I don’t-..Right..funny joke.” “My humor not of your taste?”
“…It’s just been a long day. Do you have a phone I could borrow?”
“Of course, why don’t you come in?” “It’s alright. I just need a phone. I don’t really want to intrude.”
“I insist. It’s freezing out and try not to take offense, but you look like you're nearing collapse. Maybe a change of clothes as well.”
“I really don’t need—“ “Please. Enter.”
The man opens the door and ushers me inside, “I-I don’t even know your name.”
“Pardon my manners then, my name is—"
Maybe it was the lack of food and water. Maybe it was the exhaustion from running so much. Maybe because I had nothing left to lose, I trusted him so easily. When I entered the manor, I felt the warmth and security of the house just envelope me. I think the adrenaline was finally wearing off, because the moment I stepped into the house, all I can recall was falling. And then darkness.
“Child-!”
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Hours before...
As Bruce watched Gordon leave the apartment, He finally had a moment to himself. Everything about today just sent him on a whirlwind. Not only did he find out his former partner in crime just died, but she also had a child. His child. Another biological kid hidden from him by the one person he thought he could trust. By the one person he thought died years ago. Another person who betrayed him. He didn't have the energy to mourn her, not again. He just wanted this day to be over.
As Bruce attempted to recollect his thoughts, he heard frantic footsteps approach the door. Gordon comes rushing in, out of breath, looking for his briefcase.
"Gordon?"
"Bruce! The kid! They were here! I heard footsteps and saw them rushing out of the building!"
"That can't be possible, I left them with Archie before we left the station—"
Bruce reaches for his phone and realizes it had died. He should really consider getting a new one. Flip phones aren't as reliable these days.
"Shit."
"We have to move, now! Or we'll lose them. Get to the car!"
"Give me your phone." "What?!" "Gordon, if you want to find the kid as quickly as possible, give me the phone."
"I've been telling you to replace your phone for months! I told you—!"
"Gordon, for fucks sake, the phone!"
Gordon tosses Bruce his phone as they quickly set off into the road. Gordon mumbles faint curses and profanities under his breath in Bruce's direction but the man couldn't have cared less. He could already tell this kid was more trouble than they were worth. Bruce lets out a frustrated sigh and begins to dial his driver.
"Hello?" "Archie?"
"Mr. Wayne?" "Why isn't the kid with you? Gordon just saw them running around the city?!"
"Mr. Wayne, let me explain—"
"How could you lose a child, especially one so volatile after everything they've be through!"
"They jumped out the car!" "What." "When we left the station, they started screaming and crying about wanting to get out, and they just bolted once we hit a red light. I knew I should've been more careful, but when I tried going after them in car, they were already gone."
"...Head back to the manor. We will discuss the consequences once this is over."
"Yes sir. Mr. Wayne, I am so sorry—"
Bruce hangs up before Archie could finish his apology. Gordon stares at him with expectant eyes.
"So?" "The kid ran and Archie lost them."
"Shit." "Did you see where they went?"
"Not that I could recall. I can send out a BOLO and have officers on patrol search."
"That won't be necessary. I can have someone find them. It would be a waste of police resources."
"...Do you even care if something happened to them?"
"Excuse me?!" "Really. Because it sounds to me like you would rather be doing something else entirely than be here."
"But I'm not. I'm here searching for them. The same as you. Now focus on the road, we don't have much time before nightfall."
"Don't fuck this up, Bruce." ".... Just drive, Gordon."
Bruce calls in a couple favors before they went back to the police station. Hopefully his contacts would be able to find the kid soon. He doesn't want to deal with another body today.
When they returned to the station, they see a few detectives crowd around a computer. It looks like they finished decrypting the flash drive they found in the safe. Gordon asks for Bruce to wait on the rooftop before rushing to see what the commotion was. Bruce exits the bullpen and heads off to the staircase. Knowing where most of the camera's blind spots were, he is already changed once he spots Gordon the rooftop, next to a lit-up bat signal.
"Was that really necessary?" "What, it's tradition."
Gordon gives Batman a smirk before retrieving a file and the flash drive from his coat pocket. Batman cocked his eyebrow in suspicion.
"The techs made a copy of the drive, so I thought you can keep it safe."
"You didn't have to—" "I know but it was either this or have you steal it from the evidence locker later."
"...I'll let you know once I finish analyzing the data."
Gordon was about ask something before being interrupted by Batman's communicator.
"Batman, come in Batman."
"Nightwing, report. Any signs of the subject?" "Nothing in the east quarter."
"Batman." "Red Robin, status." "Nothing from the west, and north was all clear."
"Who's in the south quarter?" "Robin is on patrol, but it seems mostly quiet. We haven't heard anything about a missing kid on the scanners either."
"That can't be right, I sent out a BOLO hours ago." "Gordon, you did what?" "Like you could have stopped me."
"Batman." "Robin. Status." "South Sector is clear. Nothing seems out of the ordinary."
Batman lets out a sigh before speaking, "Reconvene back to the base. I'll have Oracle look through the city servers and see if she could find anything. Over and out."
Batman couldn't believe it was taking this much effort to find one kid. He was already at his wits end with them and he hasn't even had a proper conversation with them. He couldn't even recall their name. That's how inconvenient this whole thing was. He wanted to stop searching, but he couldn't. Because he knew she would hate him for giving up like that.
"Don't give up on the kid." "What?" "I know that face. They need you, Batman. More than anything right now."
"...I'll give you that report soon. Take care."
With that, Batman takes his grappling gun and launches himself through the air. After making a quick stop at the Wayne Enterprise building and changing, he drives himself home back to the manor. He used the drive to think about how he would explain all of this to the family. Sure, another person coming to live in the manor wouldn't be out of the ordinary, but he feels with this one, everything is going to be different. His thoughts are interrupted once again by a call, this time from Alfred.
"Master Bruce. Finally, I have been calling all of your devices, where are you?" Alfred sounded rather frustrated, maybe he should get a new phone sooner rather than later.
"On my way back to the manor. Listen Alfred, there's a child who's gone missing. I sent the information the police had so far to the bat computer. If you can contact Oracle and ask her—" "They're here."
"Who?" "The child. At the manor." "What? How?" "I'm unsure myself. but they arrived in quite the state. Master Bruce, may I ask who this child is?"
".... They're Lilith's kid. She was murdered almost two days ago."
"Lilith... as in Lilith Sullivan?" "The same one."
"Wasn't she assumed dead?" "Well, we don't have to assume anymore."
"Bruce. I understand her death was hard on you when she first—"
"You said the kid was at the manor? Are they hurt?"
"No, but they did collapse. It seems that they ran all the way here from wherever you last saw them. They're resting the guest wing."
"Have everyone meet me in the Batcave. There are a few things that need to be explained and I assume they have questions."
"Right as always," Alfred chuckles, "I do have the feeling that I'm being eavesdropped on." Bruce hears footsteps patter off in the background and a slight thud. Predictable.
"We'll see you soon, Master Bruce."
With that, Alfred hangs up. And Bruce is left with his thoughts again. He was tried, angry, confused; more than anything else, he wants nothing to do with this kid. If that kid was really Lilith's, then he can't go through with being a parent. Not again, not with them. He was already a father, but they had a parent, and she was one of the worst and best things that ever happened to him. He's not ready. He can't.
He's a coward. And he's willing to be one until this kid realizes he couldn't be a parent, at least, not to them.
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A/N: PART TWO BABYYYY, this shit is so fun to write. especially when I'm trying to actually do schoolwork. i hope y'all enjoy. and there may be edits later but for now, be nice and have fun!
Summary: When your mother’s double life finally catches up to her, you end up in the care of your idol. However, not everything goes as planned in this family.
(Not a necessary read but establishing background!)
(I added way more to it, lol)
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Prologue: I wish I never met you..
Bruce Wayne… a role model, philanthropist, rich beyond his means. He was everything I wanted to be. I grew up thinking that this man, this guy was an inspiration. His parents died right in front of him, and he makes sure that no kid goes through what he went through. Not only did this man survive Gotham, but he also saved it. Hell, he rules Gotham. He couldn’t be any more perfect, right?
They always say to never meet your heroes; you put them in a pedestal too high that they will never be able to reach your expectations. I never wanted to meet Bruce, I didn’t want to ruin the image of him that I had in my head. Of the kind, caring man that he would be; the kind of father I have always wanted.
It was has always been me and mama. She took shit from no one and gave her all so we could live without want. I never thought I would miss the days we spent at the food pantry or riding the bus together. She made everything we did fun. I don’t think I can remember a day we weren’t laughing together. I never thought it would end the way it did. And that meeting Bruce Wayne would be the worst thing to ever happen to me, but it was.
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5 years ago…
It’s been a half a decade since that day, and I can remember almost every detail about it. Mama planned a whole day for us to do together; we took a boat over to Metropolis and went to the aquarium, the pier, this huge arcade center where she won me this derpy looking bootleg of a black cat, it is my favorite toy… The day was perfect. Until we went to visit the Hall of Justice.
It’s stupid I know, going to the hall of justice is such a gimmick; such a tourist trap. But I was always jealous of the kids who bragged about visiting the hall and getting to meet the Flash or Superman; I just wanted to meet a hero. After begging and pleading for what felt like hours, she relented and we went off. I had never been so happy; I loved looking at the architecture and cool trophies from their battles. Everything in that hall told a story, and I couldn’t be more excited.
What I didn’t notice was my mother nearly having a stroke after stepping into the building. She was fucking petrified and I couldn’t have cared less; I was so up my own ass I couldn’t see my own mother struggling. I understand her fear now. Bringing her there was like bringing meat to a pack of rapid wolves.
Would she have told me, even if I was too young, what could I have done? I can barely comprehend how she could have hidden this from me my entire life, and that’s not even the worst of it!
No, the worst of it was when my mother was confronted by a certain bat hero once we were about to leave the hall. I was so enthralled by him that it didn’t even register with me that he was actively threatening my mother. I started jumping around and asking him questions at the speed of light; but his demeanor never changed. He was rigid, cold, and not very nice. I was nearly out of breath when the Flash appeared and began to talk to me. To me?! The Flash was talking to me! The perfect distraction for a hero obsessed kid. I never knew what they talked about that day, but when we were finally able to leave, my mother looked like she had the whole world on her shoulders. I wish I could’ve helped carry that weight, but I was too small. Too weak.
When we got back home to our dingy apartment, she took a phone call. That was the last thing she did. All night she was stuck on that damn phone call. Even as I told her goodnight. I kept telling myself what if, you know. What if I stayed up? What if I did something that day? Something that would have kept her alive...
Maybe if she wasn't so preoccupied with that call, she could have lived.
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I don't know how she died. I remember the faint stench of blood wafting into the air. The silence. The cold air. I didn’t think a death like that could be so quiet. So instant. I didn't know she was dead until I walked into the kitchen the next morning, found her laying down face first on the ground. I was frozen. I didn't even feel myself fall to ground right next to her. I don't even remember calling the police. I just sat there and looked over her corpse. She must have been so scared...
Everything happened so quickly after that, the investigation, the press, the conspirators. Everyone had a say in what happened to my mother. I wanted nothing more for all of it to end. The pain. The anguish. The crippling loneliness. I wanted to just end it. There was no one left for me here. That's what I believed. Everything came to a halt when Commissioner Gordon explained who my mother really was.
My mother had a life before me as most mothers do. What most mothers didn’t do was become a data broker for the criminal underworld. She had information on just about anyone, and can get you information on whatever you wanted, for a price. This was whole her life until she went dark for a couple years. The police had kept record of all her active up until her death. She became active again a couple weeks before her end. They thought I would have some insight in what she did, but all I knew about her work was as a waitress. It would have been nice to know my mother was one of the most infamous data brokers in the tristate area, but what the hell was I supposed to do? What could I do? What should I do?!
The more Commissioner Gordon tried to explain the more tired I got. I just wanted this all to stop. I didn't think they could surprise me anymore. But then they mentioned a safe. They found it in my mother closet. Someone clearly tried to pry it open but failed. What they found inside was nothing short of a fucked-up joke. Three things, my birth certificate, a flash drive, and a paternity test. When they told me my father was alive and arriving soon, I think I had a heart attack.
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My mother and I never discussed who my father was because I never really cared to ask. Sure, I was jealous of kids at school with their dads, but that didn't make me love my mom any less. She was both of my parents, and I wouldn't have wanted it any other way.
A sleek black town car arrives at the police station, and out comes the richest man in Gotham, Bruce Wayne. I don't think I spoke or even breathed for what felt like eternity. There he was, on the steps of the station, my dad, my father, my...idol?
Why does he look so angry? Why does he look at me so coldly? Did I do something to upset him? What did I do? All I remember after that was being ushered into the car and watching Bruce and Commissioner Gordon's conversation. I didn't see their faces, I couldn't understand a word they were saying, but I saw their bodies. The tense shoulders balled up fists, and invading personal space. Bruce was angry. Why?
It ended as quickly as it started. Bruce rushed back into the car and sat in the front seat. We haven't said a word to each other since he arrived, and I have no intention in starting a conversation. All I could think about was my mother and why my father could ever hate me.
"...We'll pick up your things tomorrow. You should get some rest."
He steps out of the car and the driver heads to the manor. What in the actual fuck just happened. I couldn't think, breathe, I wanted out, I wanted to leave-! I yelled at the driver to let me out. Screamed, pleaded, begged. We hit a stop light and I booked it. I just ran, and ran, and ran. I didn't know how I got there, but I was back home. Back where it happened. I guess I wasn't the only one either. I hear their voices, Bruce and Gordon. What were they doing here?
"Did you really know the mother? Or was she...you know?"
"Jesus, Gordon. Really?"
"Bruce, you do have quite the track record of-"
"Not another word. This kid just lost their mother; do you have to make this any more uncomfortable?"
"Death is always uncomfortable, and you have the tendency to withhold details of your 'escapades' even if they may help with our investigations."
"Gordon." "Bruce."
"...Her family was well connected and she was the center of it all. Any rumors, reports, theories; everything about anything came across her desk. She helped me out on a few cases. We got close."
"Close enough that-" "That disparaging her, especially now, is out of the question."
"That bad, huh?" "...She makes Talia look like Mother Teresa."
"Holy fuck... And the kid?" "The timeline makes sense, so it could be possible."
"You have doubts? We did find the paternity test, those can't easily be faked."
"Not for the average person. But she was different. Meticulous, smart, and well connected; hell she could have faked her death-!"
"Bruce-!" "You didn't know her like I did, she hid herself so well she had her own kid convinced that she was nothing but-"
"What happened to not disparaging the dead?! Bruce, I am vehemently aware that I have no idea who this woman was, but what I do know is that she was and is the most important person to that kid and you don't have the right to decide whether or not she is worth mourning over. You lost your parents; don't you remember how that feels??"
".... I won't abandon the kid. But I can guarantee they are just like their mother."
"What the hell does that even mean?" "They can't be trusted."
"Bruce-" "I'll write down a full report of what I know about her and send it your way; just let it go."
"Fine."
With that, I hear Gordon approach the front door, and I run out of the building. Maybe they heard me run, maybe they saw me rushing out through the window. Whatever they did next, I don't know. What I do know is that I never want to see his face again. For a slight second I thought maybe this could have been the start of something good. Maybe we could have bonded over our memories of my mama, maybe have a proper ceremony, become a real family....
I wish I never met him.
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A/N: I eat this genre up everytime and thought it was about time I write something. Please be kind this is my first fic, be gentle yall. Anyway posts will be irregular as hell, but this will be continued. Let’s have some fun!
Edit: I have my post on auto and I hadn't finished editing it. It didnt save the first time but I learned my lesson. ALL GOOD YALL
Summary: When your mother’s double life finally catches up to her, you end up in the care of your idol. However, not everything goes as planned in this family.
(Not a necessary read but establishing background!)
(I added way more to it, lol)
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Prologue: I wish I never met you..
Bruce Wayne… a role model, philanthropist, rich beyond his means. He was everything I wanted to be. I grew up thinking that this man, this guy was an inspiration. His parents died right in front of him, and he makes sure that no kid goes through what he went through. Not only did this man survive Gotham, but he also saved it. Hell, he rules Gotham. He couldn’t be any more perfect, right?
They always say to never meet your heroes; you put them in a pedestal too high that they will never be able to reach your expectations. I never wanted to meet Bruce, I didn’t want to ruin the image of him that I had in my head. Of the kind, caring man that he would be; the kind of father I have always wanted.
It was has always been me and mama. She took shit from no one and gave her all so we could live without want. I never thought I would miss the days we spent at the food pantry or riding the bus together. She made everything we did fun. I don’t think I can remember a day we weren’t laughing together. I never thought it would end the way it did. And that meeting Bruce Wayne would be the worst thing to ever happen to me, but it was.
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5 years ago…
It’s been a half a decade since that day, and I can remember almost every detail about it. Mama planned a whole day for us to do together; we took a boat over to Metropolis and went to the aquarium, the pier, this huge arcade center where she won me this derpy looking bootleg of a black cat, it is my favorite toy… The day was perfect. Until we went to visit the Hall of Justice.
It’s stupid I know, going to the hall of justice is such a gimmick; such a tourist trap. But I was always jealous of the kids who bragged about visiting the hall and getting to meet the Flash or Superman; I just wanted to meet a hero. After begging and pleading for what felt like hours, she relented and we went off. I had never been so happy; I loved looking at the architecture and cool trophies from their battles. Everything in that hall told a story, and I couldn’t be more excited.
What I didn’t notice was my mother nearly having a stroke after stepping into the building. She was fucking petrified and I couldn’t have cared less; I was so up my own ass I couldn’t see my own mother struggling. I understand her fear now. Bringing her there was like bringing meat to a pack of rapid wolves.
Would she have told me, even if I was too young, what could I have done? I can barely comprehend how she could have hidden this from me my entire life, and that’s not even the worst of it!
No, the worst of it was when my mother was confronted by a certain bat hero once we were about to leave the hall. I was so enthralled by him that it didn’t even register with me that he was actively threatening my mother. I started jumping around and asking him questions at the speed of light; but his demeanor never changed. He was rigid, cold, and not very nice. I was nearly out of breath when the Flash appeared and began to talk to me. To me?! The Flash was talking to me! The perfect distraction for a hero obsessed kid. I never knew what they talked about that day, but when we were finally able to leave, my mother looked like she had the whole world on her shoulders. I wish I could’ve helped carry that weight, but I was too small. Too weak.
When we got back home to our dingy apartment, she took a phone call. That was the last thing she did. All night she was stuck on that damn phone call. Even as I told her goodnight. I kept telling myself what if, you know. What if I stayed up? What if I did something that day? Something that would have kept her alive...
Maybe if she wasn't so preoccupied with that call, she could have lived.
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I don't know how she died. I remember the faint stench of blood wafting into the air. The silence. The cold air. I didn’t think a death like that could be so quiet. So instant. I didn't know she was dead until I walked into the kitchen the next morning, found her laying down face first on the ground. I was frozen. I didn't even feel myself fall to ground right next to her. I don't even remember calling the police. I just sat there and looked over her corpse. She must have been so scared...
Everything happened so quickly after that, the investigation, the press, the conspirators. Everyone had a say in what happened to my mother. I wanted nothing more for all of it to end. The pain. The anguish. The crippling loneliness. I wanted to just end it. There was no one left for me here. That's what I believed. Everything came to a halt when Commissioner Gordon explained who my mother really was.
My mother had a life before me as most mothers do. What most mothers didn’t do was become a data broker for the criminal underworld. She had information on just about anyone, and can get you information on whatever you wanted, for a price. This was whole her life until she went dark for a couple years. The police had kept record of all her active up until her death. She became active again a couple weeks before her end. They thought I would have some insight in what she did, but all I knew about her work was as a waitress. It would have been nice to know my mother was one of the most infamous data brokers in the tristate area, but what the hell was I supposed to do? What could I do? What should I do?!
The more Commissioner Gordon tried to explain the more tired I got. I just wanted this all to stop. I didn't think they could surprise me anymore. But then they mentioned a safe. They found it in my mother's closet. Someone clearly tried to pry it open but failed. What they found inside was nothing short of a fucked-up joke. Three things, my birth certificate, a flash drive, and a paternity test. When they told me my father was alive and arriving soon, I think I had a heart attack.
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My mother and I never discussed who my father was because I never really cared to ask. Sure, I was jealous of kids at school with their dads, but that didn't make me love my mom any less. She was both of my parents, and I wouldn't have wanted it any other way.
A sleek black town car arrives at the police station, and out comes the richest man in Gotham, Bruce Wayne. I don't think I spoke or even breathed for what felt like eternity. There he was, on the steps of the station, my dad, my father, my...idol?
Why does he look so angry? Why does he look at me so coldly? Did I do something to upset him? What did I do? All I remember after that was being ushered into the car and watching Bruce and Commissioner Gordon's conversation. I didn't see their faces, I couldn't understand a word they were saying, but I saw their bodies. The tense shoulders balled up fists, and invading personal space. Bruce was angry. Why?
It ended as quickly as it started. Bruce rushed back into the car and sat in the front seat. We haven't said a word to each other since he arrived, and I have no intention in starting a conversation. All I could think about was my mother and why my father could ever hate me.
"...We'll pick up your things tomorrow. You should get some rest."
He steps out of the car and the driver heads to the manor. What in the actual fuck just happened. I couldn't think, breathe, I wanted out, I wanted to leave-! I yelled at the driver to let me out. Screamed, pleaded, begged. We hit a stop light and I booked it. I just ran, and ran, and ran. I didn't know how I got there, but I was back home. Back where it happened. I guess I wasn't the only one either. I hear their voices, Bruce and Gordon. What were they doing here?
"Did you really know the mother? Or was she...you know?"
"Jesus, Gordon. Really?"
"Bruce, you do have quite the track record of-"
"Not another word. This kid just lost their mother; do you have to make this any more uncomfortable?"
"Death is always uncomfortable, and you have the tendency to withhold details of your 'escapades' even if they may help with our investigations."
"Gordon." "Bruce."
"...Her family was well connected and she was the center of it all. Any rumors, reports, theories; everything about anything came across her desk. She helped me out on a few cases. We got close."
"Close enough that-" "That disparaging her, especially now, is out of the question."
"That bad, huh?" "...She makes Talia look like Mother Teresa."
"Holy fuck... And the kid?" "The timeline makes sense, so it could be possible."
"You have doubts? We did find the paternity test, those can't easily be faked."
"Not for the average person. But she was different. Meticulous, smart, and well connected; hell she could have faked her death-!"
"Bruce-!" "You didn't know her like I did, she hid herself so well she had her own kid convinced that she was nothing but-"
"What happened to not disparaging the dead?! Bruce, I am vehemently aware that I have no idea who this woman was, but what I do know is that she was and is the most important person to that kid and you don't have the right to decide whether or not she is worth mourning over. You lost your parents; don't you remember how that feels??"
".... I won't abandon the kid. But I can guarantee they are just like their mother."
"What the hell does that even mean?" "They can't be trusted."
"Bruce-" "I'll write down a full report of what I know about her and send it your way; just let it go."
"Fine."
With that, I hear Gordon approach the front door, and I run out of the building. Maybe they heard me run, maybe they saw me rushing out through the window. Whatever they did next, I don't know. What I do know is that I never want to see his face again. For a slight moment, I thought maybe this could have been the start of something good. Maybe we could have bonded over our memories of my mama, maybe have a proper ceremony, become a real family....
I wish I never met him.
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A/N: I eat this genre up everytime and thought it was about time I write something. Please be kind this is my first fic, be gentle yall. Anyway posts will be irregular as hell, but this will be continued. Let’s have some fun!
Edit: I have my post on auto and I hadn't finished editing it. It didnt save the first time but I learned my lesson. ALL GOOD YALL
Everyone wants a slowburn like the classics until the slowburn pulls the classics. Yes, Karadec is dating someone else, yes, the captain kissed Morgan. We are only in season 2. We are getting the correct crumbs. The way Morgan looks at him and Lucia. The way Karadec woke up in the hospital asking for Morgan. Morgan did something for him that his girlfriend had no understanding of. The other people are just a little stop sign, a little bit more to show us how they grow together. Karadec's hand on Morgan's shoulder at the end of the episode had more tension than the kiss. The cop/consultant ship needs to make you want to rip your hair out. It's part of the experience.
hiiii. I mostly made this list for myself because I tend to lose track of what I'm reading. I will keep updating this list every time I find a new fanfic that I like (ALL of them atm are about batfam, but I will try and add more diversity).
more under the cut
Batfamily x neglected!reader (I loveee angst)
HOLD ON TO REASON (or fall for the Illusion) -by @echo-exco
again &. again -by @acid-ixx
Your Other Family -by @dumpsterdiverinc
Undoing Fate -by @rizzanon
BURNT OUT -by @cupids-cruel
Fractured Wings -by @pomegranatelifethis
platonic!Batfam x neglected!gn!reader -by @gloopfruit (this one has no set title)
𝐃𝐄𝐕𝐈𝐋 𝐃𝐔𝐄𝐓 -by @bloodinroses
EYES WITHOUT A FACE -by @dehydratedoverlord
“So much to do, so little RAM.” -by @cafeoa (kinda neglected)
Invisible Heart -by @pomegranatelifethis (this one made my chest hurt a little ngl)
Oh my God, Oh my God. Who wrote this? -by @luludeluluramblings (there are both SFW and NSFW versions) here's also her whole master list cuz she's an amazing writer and has many more bat family work!
Yan! Neglectful! Batfam x Replaced! Reincarnated! Time-loop! Crazy! Reader -by @candysparks (TW cause this one is horror/angst)(also has evil Yuri)
If any of the writers are uncomfortable or don't want their work on this list please let me know!
Please everyone, if you're able, take a moment to sign the petitions currently circulating to bring back Resident Alien from cancellation!
It sucks Resident Alien is being cancelled, but there's talk of maybe doing a movie or another network picking up the show so we need to show our support now more than ever, especially because this last season picked up more viewership than any of the previous seasons and a lot of new viewers found the show. I'm leaving the link to the 3 current circulating petitions below, going from the most to least signatures:
I'm still upset about how in order to keep the main heterosexual love story intact, suits writers decided to damage Harvey's commendable character development in season 4. Harvey Specter, who has a CHIP ON HIS SHOULDER THE SIZE OF A MOUNTAIN ABOUT INFIDELITY told Mike to get back together with his girlfriend who cheated on him WITH HIS RIVAL.
fuck all the way off. my harvey would never do that.
