Danny and Danyal are not the same person. They were two completely different people but THEY ARE LOVERS!
The story goes as normal Damien and Danyal are twins and one way or another Danyal dies. But the pits brought him back somehow whether he's a helfa or revenant or ghost is up to the writer
He somehow ends up in Amity park (either he got adopted by living parents or he just took a natural portal there) and sees the Fentons and their son who looks like a white version of him. They go to high school he finds everyone frustrating but notices something on with Danny shenanigans happen he finds out about Danny being phantom they fight make out trama dump and after a few months start dating.
This is Danny's first relationship that actually lasted longer than a week or month so you best believe he's doing his hardest to be the best partner possible to Danyal while completely being smitten by him adoring him to the moon and back. It's gotten to the point where Danny reads any and all advice given on the internet about relationships even going as far as going to the infinite realms hunting down ghosts successful relationships and conducting an interview of how he should act as a partner.
The ghost attacks slowly stop because phantom only restrains them or finds a way to trap them and force them to listen to him talk lovingly about his wonderful boyfriend and how amazing he is and whatever else he has to say (Sam Tucker Jazz and Dani started getting tired of his constant yapping about his boyfriend. It's sickeningly sweet watching these two interact it's like watching two babies having crushes on each other)
Danyal? He's building his own Cult and working hard to be successful so he can provide everything Danny wants as well as making a lists of enemies he should take down for his hand in marriage (let's be honest one way or another he's going to learn from Talia and be committed to the at this point it's a Al ghul tradition to commit to one person and be obsessed with them) the top of his list is Vlad he's working on erasing him from existence.
Danyal sometimes sits with Dani and Danny at a picnic somewhere and slowly realizing that he's become a father with a husband and is incredibly smug about him because he has heard from ghost a lot of things about how his boyfriend talks about him and is incredibly smug that he's the only one in the al ghuls to have a healthy reciprocated to love.
But just because he does those little things don't let them fool you he absolutely melts every time Danny hugs them or cuddles him. He's basically a puppy for Danny meanwhile to others he's an absolute menace some locals even calling him worser than phantom.
Anyways back on topic this is a good Fenton reveal and they go to Gotham for jazz's college review (Danyal joins because he and Danny have been dating for 2 years) and the bats absolutely mistake Danny for Danyal and kidnap him while everyone is in the hotel the rooms while Danny waits in the lounge
Anyways they kidnap him he wakes up freaks out Damien is feeling a lot of things crying about his brother being alive and yelling at him why didn't he come to him , Bruce trying to interrogate him and all the others just trying to calm everyone down.
Danny looks at them in absolute confusion and says "Danyal? Wait do you mean my boyfriend I mean we do look alike and you do look similar to my boyfriend. Are you related?"
And everyone just snaps their heads to him trying to process what he said went out of nowhere boss music starts and they hear heavy footsteps as Danyal breaks the wall and enters with two tanks behind him "WAYYYYYNES! DONT YOU DARE LAY YOUR FILTHY HANDS ON MY BELOVED!"
Bruce Wayne has a massive bounty on his head at all times, multi millions of dollars constantly hanging above him when he goes out in public. Thus, he has his own personal guard when going to galas or charity events. Is it a conflict of interest that his personal guard is made up of his children and coworkers? Probably. Does he care? No.
Socialite 1: Is that... Nightwing? In a suit?
Socialite 2: It is! Who is that next to him? Red Robin?
Dick and Tim, with blazers and sunglasses over their normal costumes, trailing after Bruce the whole night, trying not to giggle at the absurdity of watching Bruce 'Batman' Wayne nearly spill the entire punch bowl on himself:
At first, the public is concerned that a billionaire can "buy out" vigilantes, but it doesn't take long for someone to just... ask Nightwing to guard them for a night, and he agrees, not asking for payment. This eventually becomes little kids asking for Robin to 'guard them on their way to school' and folks begging Batman to 'guard their dog for the week' (Since when did The Mission become pet sitting???) (Obviously, he agrees, tho the little yippy pomeranian gets taken to Wayne Manor for the week instead, and Ace gets a temporary new friend)
A hotline gets set up so that anyone who feels unsafe can call a number and have one of the Bat Family members walk them home. It gets used a lot by drunk college students, women, and kids who stayed up past curfew.
Scared little kid, barely able to reach the payphone, using their last quarters: Um... I n-need.. Robin.. p-please.. I'm really scared... its really d-dark... my house is far away...
Damian, who is already in the area, beelining towards where the call came from:
Damian is secretly quite touched every time a call comes in for him specifically. Being raised as he was, he never expected to be a source of comfort to others. But knowing that kids, stranded far from home in the night, gather their quarters to call for him, not Batman or Nightwing or Red Robin, but him, well it just might bring a tear to his eye if he thinks too hard about it. So he of course never allows himself to think terribly hard about it.
This goes on for some time, and eventually Jason fully rejoins the family. The first time he tries to respond to a call, a pair of drunk college kids who wanted an escort back to their dorm, ends predictably poorly. They ran, screaming, from the Big Bad Red Hood. For a while he doesn't respond to calls at all. For a time after that only with a fellow Bat, to let the people get used to his presence.
And then it finally happens, a hesitant voice on the other end of the line: Can ... Can Red Hood come? ... M- Mommy said not to bother anyone, but ... Daddy is hurting her ... Red Hood protects people like us, r- right?
Jason lands on their fire escape seconds later, fire in his veins, guns in hand.
I like to think that anytime Jason’s injured to a serious degree—or actually dies—that flock of white in his hair grows.
This of course goes hand in hand with the idea that the Lazarus pit has upped Jason’s healing to a metahuman like amount. Keeping him off deaths door step if it has any say.
So like the first time he’s dumped into the pits, he comes out with a couple strands of white, just enough to be visible. Just enough to be annoying, meaning they get tucked between his natural hair color.
After a slice to the neck via batarang, the patch of white grows to the amount you might see in fanart or comics. There’s no covering it unless he wants to dye it, and Jason doesn’t think he cares enough.
The aftermath of his encounter with Batman after he thought he killed penguin leaves Jason with almost fully white bangs. Maybe he will consider dying it, especially if one Roy Harper keeps telling him he looks like a thumb.
Being brought back to life by his suit after fighting Bruce’s alter ego gives him white curly sprouts. He’s back to giving up, there is no containing the beast that is his hair—and the pit.
But the pit isn’t picky, and the mop on Jason’s head isn’t the only hair turning white.
Maybe after a couple of serious GSWs he’s got mismatching eyebrows—except he can’t say that one doesn’t match his hair color, because in the end it actually does. Soon to follow are his eyelashes, on the same side of his white eyebrow. Jason considers black mascara just to cover the white when Dick tells him he gives off Two-Face vibes.
He’s holed up in a safe house for a couple weeks healing from a nasty wound infection, a duration in which he was too tired and sick to care about any facial hair. The stubble grows in a familiar white and he’s suddenly looking like a single father to far too many kids (*cough *cough Bruce). Thus he’s shaving the moment he can stand without the room spinning.
A deep gash that’s been heavily bleeding for too long runs down his left bicep. And once it’s healed enough and the stitches have been taken out, the hair in that area grows back—you guessed it—white. Jason has to swat Tim away like a fly when the younger boy seems heavily interested in testing the wound site. Saying it’s ’cause of the pit doesn’t seem to be enough anymore.
Jason’s slowly turning into a Zebra, and he’s worried Damian may consider him for his ongrowing zoo.
I want one of those scenes in a dude bro film where “tomboy” chick has to wear a dress to go undercover or whatever, but instead of the guys drooling as she walks down the stairs, they’re like “k. U need to stop. Go put the cargo pants back on. You look super uncomfortable and awkward in that. Brutus, you go be the fake prostitute.”
First off, you were Dick’s teacher at Gotham Academy, and the most sympathetic to him. You knew how hard the transition was, especially since he had learned on his feet most of his life, so you decided to have most of your classes on their feet at some point, and offered him help with homework
Dick absolutely adored you. He was suspicious at first, but after a little while he grew way more comfortable. The change from the circus way of life to living in a city permanently and having to go to school was astronomical. You were the only teacher who seemed to realize that and try to help him. You threw a ball around for the class to answer things, played games to help people learn, and comforted/defended him when people looked down on him for his background.
People learned very quickly not to complain about you or your class, otherwise they would have to deal with ‘pranks’ like being doxxed, having their things ending up in trees, and their parents deals falling through.
On the first parent teacher night, Dick dragged Bruce over to you. Bruce had already heard of you from Dick and done his own surface level research on you.
The minute this man met you, he understood why Dick loved you so much. You just gave this aura of light and comfort that no one else could ever measure. You were kind and understanding and sweet.
(Note, Bruce isn’t completely yandere yet. He is starting to be, but I like slow burn. Dick is 100% yandere though.)
Dick threw a major tantrum when he learned he would have to leave your class. He was aggressive and started purposefully failing your class. It got to the point where you called a meeting between you and Bruce and Dick where you talked about everything.
You met with them at the manor, and after a few minutes, you managed to get it out of Dick why he was upset. You quietly told Dick that while you would miss him too, you would be very upset if he stayed back for him.
However, Bruce and Alfred managed a solution. With a few bribes to the school, they started a theatre club that you would run(they did research and knew you liked theatre) and that Dick would be your assistant, and he would still have the option after he graduated.
Everything was back to normal for you, besides the fact that all of your dates never lasted anymore. You couldn’t figure out why?
Then, Jason Todd was enrolled in your class
I hope you guys like this! This is my series for Romantic Yan! Bruce x Reader.
TW: Swearing, the Joker, bad parents(Sheila), light violence
You are pretty much the glue holding dick and Bruce together after he moves out. He still continues to be your TA, and rents his own apartment in your building. You’re the only reason that the two of them can talk without fighting(sometimes)
When Jason got adopted, you received a phone call from Dick the morning after he found out before it was even published.
You had to work through some of Dick’s jealousy with him in the beginning. I headcanon Dick wanted a little brother back in the beginning, so you probably remind him of how much he wanted a little brother and promise him Bruce still loves him the same.
Jason is going to love you from the get-go. You are automatically one of his favorite people just from the whole drama thing, and you being someone who will listen to him, already knows Bruce very well and is always willing to spend time helping him with other classes? Yeah, he adores you.
Dick and Jason kind of have a rivalry over being your kid/student. You Don’t really notice it, but they definitely have a bit of a showdown for a while until they end up banding together after they see a substitute teacher making you uncomfortable.
Jason is probably slower to become Yandere. I think this would happen two events to make things full on Yandere. The first being you defending him when a teacher accused of him of cheating. They didn’t contact Bruce, because they wanted to ‘speak to Jason one on one’ (in reality, they just didn’t want Bruce to back him up.)
Both the principal and the teacher are there with Jason, trying to make him ‘confess’. Jason is sitting there, unsure and a little upset, feeling like he’s trash basically, but then you enter the room. You had been wondering why Jason was missing from drama club and had asked a kid in Jason’s class about it, only to be told Jason had been brought to the principal.
The minute you hear what they are accusing him of, you go full mama bear. Even though you don’t realize it, you’ve already started seeing both Dick and Jason as your kids. You aren’t going to let anyone talk bad about Jason just because he was an Alley kid.
While you tear the teacher and the principal a new one, Dick calls Bruce, who comes in just in time to hear you calling the teacher ‘an insecure classist bitch that is just mad that someone wasn’t falling into line with her narrow view of who was allowed to be smart’(Bruce fully fell in love with you when you said that. He still doesn’t realize he’s in love with you, and hasn’t started becoming fully Yandere for you yet.)(it’s gonna take a while)
Bruce pulls some strings to make sure that teacher is never able to teach again, and you join all the Wayans out for a meal afterwards.(you don’t realize that when the teacher stormed out, she called you Bruce Wayne’s bitch. You never find out that the teacher later has her house robbed, and is mugged and beaten. She’s brought to the hospital due to the injuries.(the teacher saying that plants an idea in both Dick and Jason’s minds though. If you married Bruce, wouldn’t that make you their mom?))
The second incident that causes Jason to go full on Yandere is his mom. Jason doesn’t end up searching for her, but she does reach out to him.(the Joker makes her.) Jason is so excited to go. However, have a bad feeling, and ask Jason if you can come with him, just so he can be safe. He agrees, but asks you to wait outside or just listen in.
You are outside the door listening when it is revealed to be a trap. When you hear Sheila attempt to give Jason over to the Joker, you do something that you’ve never done before.
Back when you first started hanging out with the Wayne’s, Alfred gave you a gift. A gun. He warned you not to show it to Bruce, and only use it to protect yourself. You had never used it before, but still carried it around on days you were anxious, like today.
You didn’t have much experience with guns outside of a BB gun your friend owned when you were a kid. Still, without thinking, you ran in and shot Sheila. And then shot at the Joker.
You managed to hit Sheila, lodging the bullet in her shoulder, but you miss the joker by a few inches. Still, it distracts him enough that you can get to Jason, who hadn’t yet been injured, but was still very shocked and scared.
Batman arrives quickly after that, having been on standby as Bruce. He arrives just in time for the Joker to try to hit you and Jason with the crowbar. He watches you throw yourself in front of Jason, anticipating the blow. He sees you grimace in pain, and then he sees Red.
The Joker is delivered to Arkham bloodied up and bruised, unconscious, but alive. The cops came to arrest Sheila, being tipped off by Batman, and find a tied up Sheila in the corner, and you hugging Jason tight to your chest. Before they load her into the car, you carefully break out of your embrace with Jason, run up to her and punch her in the nose
“That is for being a shitty mother.” Then, you punch her in the stomach. “And that is for trying to kill my son. I hope you spend the rest of your life rotting in a cell, regretting every minute of your shitty self centered life.” You glare daggers at her. Luckily, Dick arrives out of costume just in time to pull you back from hitting her again.
That is when Jason becomes full on Yandere. You protected him this whole time, you stood up to Sheila and to the Joker, even though you had no training. The icing on the cake? You calling him your son. That will be a memory he treasures for the rest of his life. He won’t let anyone take his mom from him.
You both are brought to the hospital. Thankfully, Jason only has a few bruises. You have two cracked ribs, but no other injuries, and after the cops take your statements, you get released pretty quickly.
You end up going back to Wayne Manor afterwards. You can see the anxiety in Jason’s expression at the thought of you leaving his side. You don’t wanna let him out of your sight either. You also know you aren’t the only ones who are currently traumatized.
Dick has not let out of touch range the entire night, touching one of you constantly as if to assure himself you’re real. Bruce joins you at the hospital, white faced and terrified. He hadn’t let go of Jason for a solid 20 minutes, and kept checking over him with his eyes every few minutes. That wasn’t surprising, but he kept looking at you and trying to make sure that you were OK too, not as often, but still consistently. You knew you and Bruce were friends, but you didn’t realize Bruce cared about you that much.
The night ends into all four of you, cuddling up in a doggy pile in the living room (You being on top due to your ribs.) Alfred takes a picture of it and makes three copies, one he gives Bruce, one he gives to you, and one he keeps for himself. Bruce frames the photo and puts it in his home office. You framed the photo and put it on your wall right across from your bed. And Alfred put it in a scrapbook that he started making after the first time Bruce met you entitled “ Mr. and Mrs. Wayne’s foray into familial life”.
I hope you all enjoy! Please comment, it gives me ideas and motivation lol.
TW:Mentiond of ped0ph!l!a, bad parents Janet and Jack Drake, like semi worse than Canon,
Tim Drake was one of the students who you how to soft spot for he reminded you so much of Dick, and how lonely he had been. While Dick had been full of anger at the world, Tim just seemed sad and disappointed. You loved his work and he was brilliant, but you just wish you could see him smile truly.
You always left comments on his work, praising him. You smile him often and tried to give him what little kindness you could. Nothing really happened until his birthday. You got him before he left class for lunch and awkwardly gave him a gift. It wasn’t much, just a book on photography, but the way he held it to his chest and started to tear up, made your motherly instincts grow.
Tim was already fascinated by you. He knew about Batman and Robin, and had for a long time. He also knew you were oblivious despite being so close to them. Your softness and kindness had always been something that almost blurred him in. You resisted, of course, convincing himself he didn’t need you in the way the other dead, But this? You wishing him a happy birthday when not even his parents had remembered? You giving him something he was interested in for his birthday? The fact that you noticed all of this? That is what makes him go full yandere.
His integration into the family is a lot different this time. It definitely starts off with him helping out with lights during play rehearsals. Then you start mentioning him around Alfred. You start driving him home. After a while, it becomes very obvious that you’ve become attached.
The Jealousy, that Jason and Dick had towards each other, is nothing compared to their jealousy towards Tim. They are very jealous of Tim, right up until the point that you mention at dinner that he reminds you of them in the best ways. You joke how he reminds you of younger dick with his enthusiasm for things and unwillingness to pay attention to things that bore him, But his attention towards his studies is pure Jason. That helps a little, as does Tim’s general competence, and making sure anyone who is mean to you has their life ruined.
It takes about a full year for Tim to really become a part of the family. During this time, do you meet his best friend stuff and offer your home up to her too. Both Jason and Dick have gotten in the habit of going to your house, which you are fine with. Your place isn’t very big, an old house that used to be a warehouse before you fixed it up. Still, it’s yours and has enough room for four rowdy teenagers. Steph view you as a second mom pretty quickly.
What fully integrates into the family, as well as making Bruce aware he is romantically interested in you, is when the Drakes come home. Tim gets the call about his parents coming home and you are a little furious. However, you decide remain calm and you bring him home.
There is a gala the next day, one seemed towards Greek myths,(at Jason‘s request) and you don’t go to these things normally even though you have a standing invite. However, you want to keep an eye on the drakes, so you go for the first time, wearing an outfit that Alfred bought for you.(if you prefer suits, you wear a suit that is loosely similar to a toga. I’m going to say it’s a navy suit with gold trim. If you’re wearing a dress, it is a strapless floor length dress. It is a shimmery gold color, with a cardigan of the same color. The only other important parts of the outfit are a crown of fake flowers on top of your head, and you wearing a golden bracelet.)(if you are like me and do not like how you look in gold, just replace gold with silver for the entirety of the story.)
You get ready and go over with the boys, but Bruce is already there.(both Jason and Dick hype up your outfit.) you deal with the paparazzi pretty well, making small talk of a few and mentioning how you were more of a family friend than anything else. When Bruce pulls his Bruce routine, there are several cameras that catch you smiling at him with reluctant fondness. You are not a socialite, but you are good at customer service, so you smile and nod, and go along with things, even though with every derogatory remark towards one of your boys, you start to lose a little more of your patience.
However, the real show starts when you start looking for Tim, and see him being cornered by an older woman, who is being quite handsy with him, caressing his arm and… Is her hand on his butt?!?!!?
Tim is quite obviously uncomfortable, and you look around for his parents, only to see them staring at Tim with approval. You quickly realize that this woman is acting with Tim’s parents approval to basically harass a boy who is become your son. You get Dick’s attention and ask him about the woman. Dick explains that she’s a wealthy woman who was known for liking younger people. She had never gone after, but she had made a few comments about Jason before. That was enough to make you riled up, even before you found out that her company was doing a merger of sorts with the Drake’s, but no one knew exactly why she was caving.
That’s when you start losing it, and Dick notices what you were staring at. Now, at this point in time has become somewhat accustomed to Tim. He’s basically a part of the family at this point, even if he won’t admit it. More importantly, this is making you upset. So when you tell Dick, you’re going to get Tim out of there, of course he’s coming along.
Your approach and act somewhat meek, trying to de-escalate things before they start. You insert yourself into the conversation and the way Tim looks at you with a flash of relief before putting it behind the mask makes you burn white hot inside, but you keep your composure as much as you can. Then the woman does something stupid.
She tell you to back off because “ his parents already said that Tim and I would be working close together for business.” do you notice Tim‘s parents are getting close, wondering about you.
You smile at her bluntly and tell her that Tim is your student and he is obviously uncomfortable, so you would like her to leave. She slinks away and the Drakes come soon after, and start making a fuss.
The final straw is when you hear Janet reprimand Tim for letting this happen. That is your breaking point and you are fucking furious. You don’t think about the crowd. You don’t think about anything else but your son/student, so you grab his hand and tell him that the two of you are going out for ice cream.
When the drakes attempts to protest, you glare at them. “ Tim and I are going to get ice cream, and once I take him home, we will have a discussion about your parenting methods. Or we can have that discussion right now and I can bring up how little you are home and how many times Tim spent the night at my place. I’m going to give you the choice of if you want this private or public, but if you keep pushing right now, this is only going to be public.” they are silent at that, and you take Tim towards the door. Dick is close behind you, and you can see Jason out of the corner of your eye, as well as Bruce. Bruce is speaking with some socialites, but you can tell he’s glancing at you guys, confused.
You’re almost to the door when that woman tries to grab him. At that point in the night you are done. You are tired and angry. Your temper has been growing steadily shorter throughout the night as you have seen people constantly looking down on your boys, and Tim’s parents were the final straw. You have no patience for this woman, and her attempting to take Tim from you? Finally gives you a target.
“ ma’am,” you channel your best customer service voice, the one you use during parent teacher conferences when parents are complaining about their kids not getting good grades.(though you haven’t had to use that voice since Dick became one of your students) “ you have been harassing a minor this entire night. He has been clearly uncomfortable, and I have intervened on his behalf already. I do not care what promises have been made to you, he is not for the taking. There is no way I would be letting him go anywhere alone with you, especially considering this whole time you’ve been acting like a pedophile.” you’re speaking calmly, trying not to let the boys see your anger, but some of your irritation is leaking into your voice. You’re so upset that you don’t notice the crowd getting a little quiet, or the reporters turning your way.
The woman starts on a rant about how Tim’s parents promised her she could work with him privately and how you were ruining things. It’s obvious this woman has not been told very often in her life. Normally, you would be able to deal with her without raising your voice, but you were running out of patience and restraint.
“ma’am, with all of the respect you deserve, you were literally grabbing this child’s butt!” Your voice escalates as you start yelling at her about her inappropriate actions. You don’t even care you’re in public at this point. You leave the gala in a half with Tim and Dick by your side, and the woman following you out. You don’t listen to anything she says, until she grabs both Dick’s rest, and Tim’s jacket sleeve, saying something about how she deserves respect and will be demanding extra from the drakes for this insult.You turn around and punch this woman clear in the face, knocking her to the ground and tell her to stay the fuck away from your kids. You hear the sleeve of Tim’s jacket rip, as this absolutely leech of a woman tears it in her attempt to hold onto him. Then immediately, you start ringing out your hand and freaking out, because you’ve never punched anyone before, and it isn’t supposed to hurt is it? like, did you break something on accident? Oh God, you’re going to get so much trouble for this.
Bruce sees this and is reminded of all the times that people sexualized him after his parents died and no one was there to defend him. Yet, you stand there, punching a woman for a comment that he would’ve punched her for himself had he been in costume or close enough, calling his son one of your kids. He feels his cheeks warm up a bit and his heart rate increase.The gold shimmer aspect of your outfit makes you look like a vengeful goddess, and he falls hard and just starts realizing that he likes you.(to be fair, he only thinks he has a crush. He will not know he’s fully in love or except that for a little while.) when the reporters come out, it is too, Tim shaking, and you are consoling him as Bruce consoles dick. The woman is on the ground, screaming at them, with a few bruises on her face, and Tim’s jacket is torn. She screams about how Brucie Wayne and his girlfriend beat her up all the way to the jail, even though both of the children and the Drake child say that she tripped while trying to grab on Tim and ripped his jacket, falling onto the stone staircase and injuring herself. Everyone agrees later that she had a mental break, ir was too embarrassed to admit the truth. I mean, she tried to say that Bruce Wayne, and the schoolteacher who he brought as a date punched her. She was clearly delusional.
Bruce end the gala early, and all of you end up going out for ice cream you end up giving Dick your flower crown, and wrapping your shawl around Tim, as his suit jacket had to be kept for evidence. Bruce intern gives you his jacket, and when Jason makes a small joke about not having anything, you laugh and offer him your bracelet, and the five of you have a wonderful night.
under Tim’s request, you don’t end up going after the Drakes legally, but you and Bruce have a conversation that leads to agreement that Tim will spend his time with one of the two of you, and will remain the air, but is essentially a part of the Wayne family.
later, Alfred finds photos of the night from the security camera, and before deleting the footage, he prints out his own picture of the punch you landed on the woman from a camera that captures Bruce’s face as well, saving it in his scrapbook as when Master Bruce realized he was in love with Miss Y/N.
(later on, the three boys have a meeting about the possibility of you marrying Bruce. They all agree that you could do better, but it would make you their mother so they are very happy with matchmaking. Nothing super productive happens towards that, until Damian comes along.)
Edit: sorry this is taking so long, but honestly my updates do tend to take a while. I can say that I have started on updating the other two, and that this is part three of five parts and the series should be over before October at the latest. After I finish this series and make more progress on my other ones, I’m going to hold another poll about what to do next. I kind of like having three series running at the same time. Hope you are having a wonderful day and enjoy this part!
I saw that you have an open request, so I want to share an idea that has been sitting in my head for a long time.
Reader married Bruce for convenience. (In my head, the reader is a woman, but I'll leave it to your taste) The wedding takes place shortly before the appearance of the first Robin. Bruce and reader have a cold relationship. Reader comes from the wealthy population of Gotham. Therefore, reader is well educated and intelligent. So after a while, when Dick already appears, reader understands what her husband does at night. But reading doesn't say anything about it or hint at it. The reader doesn't want to get involved in any of this, it scares her. And although the reader is planning a divorce, she takes care of all the members of her new family. And although she is neglected in the family, the reader becomes a parental figure for children. But the children won't admit it. When Damian appears, the reader doesn't say a word to Bruce. But Damian treats reader very badly. And that becomes the trigger. The reader slips Bruce the divorce papers.(not to mention that they are getting divorced, since Bruce is likely to protest) and when Bruce signs them, he leaves the estate, leaving the divorce papers and the wedding ring on the bed when no one notices. And only then does the family realize what they have done with their neglect of reader. Their yandere trait is waking up in them and now they need to somehow find their reader.
Sorry if it's too much.
And I apologize for the English, I am writing with a translator
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Warning: Non-consensual drugging, not descriptive sex. It's just mentioned, no details. Hinted at Dick's trauma with his sidekick.
It was a marriage of convenience. That's all it was. Bruce Wayne knew Y/N L/N since childhood, and while they weren’t close, Y/N was the only one who never treated him any differently after his parents were murdered. Maybe it's because her own father was murdered, and she understood that sometimes the greatest support was to act like nothing changed.
Fast forward to young adults, Bruce Wayne was now Brucie in public, and Y/N was the unstoppable woman leading her own company by the reins. Bruce had come to her with an offer, one that had her brows raised and painted lips smirking. For Bruce Wayne, this will help solidify his position as someone who was not Batman, and for Y/N it would finally silence the hecklers that gnawed at her heels and bit into her shoulders.
A frigid marriage, filled with cold greetings, Brucie still entertaining women, Y/N still controlling her company with painted lips, and rumors surrounding them. Despite the coldness, Y/N knew a lie when she saw one. She knows a front when she comes face to face with one, and it is why when she saw Batman in the hallways of Wayne manor, staring at her in shock and apprehension, she rolled her eyes and continued to sip her wine as she made her way back to her office.
“Please don’t stain the carpet. Alfred just shampooed them.” They never brought it up again. Bruce was no Prince Charming, despite the front he put on for strangers. There were no whispered promises, no flowers, no gifts, nothing but ‘hellos’ and ‘goodbyes.’
Then, along came Richard ‘Dick’ Grayson. A child who had blinked up at her with large blue eyes, and Y/N could feel her heart crumble. She had welcomed him with open arms and smiles. She had welcomed all of the Robins in. Her manicured nails getting shorter each time, so she doesn’t have to fear hurting one of them, and her smiles became softer. Y/N had never tried to replace any of their mother’s, but that didn’t mean she didn’t feel like one.
But it was Bruce they had a closer bond with. Which is why they started following his behavior towards her. Clipped words and rolling of eyes were common, as were the cold shoulders and tense silences.
“You’re not my mom! So stop asking how school was!” Y/N stared at Jason in shock and curiosity about where that outburst had come from. Alfred was the only one to say anything. A stern, “Master Jason,” and a look that had even Bruce cowering had the young boy apologizing. Y/N ignored the way her heart slowly broke, as the quirky child full of smiles, sass, and who loved classics, turned his back on her.
As if she wasn’t the one to introduce those books to him.
Y/N doesn’t blame them for their cold behavior towards her. She doesn’t blame Dick’s disregard, Jason’s hurtful words, Tim’s cynical looks, Steph’s taunts, and Damian’s heated actions.
Y/N had cried at Jason’s funeral, she helped Bruce fight for custody for Tim, she had consoled Dick after some of his own traumatic experiences, and she sat there and listened as Damian compared her and Talia. Talia, of all people. She had met the woman once, and Y/N had nodded at her. Y/N never judged Bruce for sleeping with the woman. Hell, Y/N would have too. Y/N can recall the day Damian came to their manor, and the short look Dick had given her when she and the child made eye contact.
Y/N doesn’t know if it was a look of concern or mockery, but she knows he did look.
She was there for Richard when his trauma with his sidekick happened. He may have never told her, but Y/N is a woman. A woman who has known people that have suffered the same way Dick has. That are still suffering like he is.
“I’m sorry Richard.”
“What do you even know?! You know nothing! Absolutely nothing so just butt out!” Dick glared at her with blue eyes that had put the arctic water to shame. Y/N stood there and took it all. She stood proudly with her shoulders back and chin up.
In public, she was a stoic mother keeping the children in check while Bruce goofed off. She was the woman who failed her children, because she chose to continue running her business. Her very, very, very successful business. A business that had taken her and her mother from the bottom of High Society, to the top 10%. A series of great investments, smart marketing, and pretty words have lined her pockets with money that she could easily retire on.
Yet, all that money couldn’t save her mother. The woman died of a heart attack, and there was nothing, absolutely nothing Y/N could do besides bury her mother.
“Bruce please.”
“I am busy.”
“I know but Bruce, this is my–”
“Ask Alfred.” He had turned his back and Y/N was stuck staring at the retreating man with a new feeling of heartbreak. The tabloids ate up that she was alone at her mother’s funeral. A private event that no one was allowed into besides close family and friends.
When she came back, eyes downcast and shoulders slumped, Damian had picked the time to make his disdain known again, “–and my mother would have never let herself go like that. You look horrid, unbefitting of a Wayne. A disgrace.”
Blank E/C eyes stared into raging green and she sighed, “Thanks, Damian.” She spared him no glance after that, and she walked towards her bedroom to take a hot shower. It was there, under the hot spray of water that she finally cried. She cried for the last part of family she had, and the years she lost from marrying a man who didn’t even like her enough to attend a godforsaken fucking funeral. She cried for the children she couldn’t even call her own.
She cried for the life she missed by marrying Bruce fucking Wayne.
“Honey, are you happy?”
“Of course Mama.”
“You never could lie to me sweetie.” Her mother kissed her forehead and looked into E/C eyes with nothing but love, “You’ve worked so hard, sweetie.” That acknowledgement alone had her almost in tears, “But please start working for yourself now.”
Taking a deep breath, Y/N hopped out of the shower and called her lawyer. Divorce papers were in her hands within 24 hours, and her bags packed in 3.
She stood next to Bruce, ignoring the scowl on his face as she ‘disrupted’ his work. Y/N kept her face neutral, because if she smiled it would give it all away, and handed him the page he needed to sign.
For a billionaire and for a vigilante, he sure didn’t read the damn paper. Which is fine. Great even, because now, after being here for over a decade, Y/N is free. She laughed in her room, laughing so hard that it almost tore her throat. Leaving a copy of it on Bruce’s bed once he was gone, she grabbed her suitcase and accidentally ran into Alfred on her way out the door.
The old man took a look at her clothes, her bags, and her expression before sighing, “Shall I drive you for the last time, Lady Y/N?” Y/N smiled, bitterly at the thought of leaving Alfred, her only solace in this cold mansion.
“To the airport, please.” The ride was silent, and Y/N didn’t look back as they left the gates of the mansion. It wasn’t until they were halfway there that Y/N spoke up, “My lawyer will call in a few days, just to hash out the details.”
“Is that so?”
“There’s nothing I want. No assets, no money, nothing will be taken, I just want a divorce.” She just wants the law to recognize that she is not a Wayne. That she will never be a Wayne.
“Lady Y/N, perhaps a check for compensation for the emotional strain would be nice?” Y/N laughed, bitterly and sad, “I don’t want his money. I want nothing to do with him anymore.”
“And the kids?”
“They don’t need me. They never did. I doubt they will even notice.” Gotham International Airport wasn’t crowded, and that may be because it was 1pm on a Tuesday. Alfred helped her with her bags, and the old man stared at the woman before him. He remembers meeting her for the first time, a confident young woman who had a way with words and was unfairly intelligent. Matching wits and able to speak confidently in a room of people who thought little of her.
It's good to see some of that coming back.
Y/N hugged Alfred, “Thank you, Alfred. For everything.” The older man sighed and watched as the woman took her bags and walked away. Not once did she look back and Alfred decided to stay until her form disappeared in the building. He sighed heavily and when got back in the car, he dialed a number he knew by heart. It only took three rings before the voice of the man he raised answered, “Alfred, is everything okay?”
“Master Bruce, I fear you may have lost something precious, and I do hope you, and the young masters, have a plan to make this up to them.” He hung up afterwards as he merged into traffic, and he hoped his message finally hit something within his son’s dense skull.
When he returned back to the manor, he began the preparation for making dinner. All was silent throughout the manor, until the door opened and the rush of the footsteps began marching towards him.
“Master Richard, I urge you to not run.”
“Bruce told me there was an emergency and to hurry to the manor?” Alfred sighed, “While it is an emergency, it is not one you can fix on your own.” No, this was something for Bruce to fix seeing tha all the problems stemmed from him.
Dick raised a brow, “What kind of emergency is it?” Alfred pursed her lips, “Miss Y/N Wayne is now Miss Y/N L/N once more.” He turned to look the man he has considered his grandson in the eyes, and he could see the revelation sink in.
“Y/N divorced Bruce?” Alfred nodded, “The papers have been signed.”
“Bruce would never sign those papers.” Alfred raised a brow, “They are signed and waiting for him to read.” Dick slowly walked out of the kitchen, “Is she still here?” Alfred turned back to the food and Dick began speed walking towards Y/N’s room. As a child it never occurred to him why they would they never slept together, but as he got older he understood.
He knocked on her doors, calling her name like he used to as a kid.
Dick had always understood that Bruce’s and Y/N’s relationship was not one of a couple in love. He also understood that Y/N’s treatment in the manor by the residents of the manor was unfair. Whenever he could, he would correct Damian’s harsh words, but even he himself couldn’t fully bring himself to be all that kind to her.
He tried. He desperately tried, because he saw all that she did for them behind the scenes. He saw the mistreatment and judging looks others would give her as her ‘husband’ was out fooling around.
Dick saw the blank look she had given Damian after her mother’s funeral. The one none of them had gone too.
“What do you mean you didn’t go?” His voice panicked as he talked to Tim, “I didn’t go. I was under the assumption someone else would go.”
Y/N could have been Gotham’s biggest bitch, but not even then would she have deserved that. What made it worse was that Y/N was not a bitch. She wasn’t cruel, or unkind. She was as much of a philanthropist as Bruce was. Always aiding those whose needed it and desperately trying to make Gotham a better place.
Dick opened her doors and was greeted with an empty room. Gone were the picture frames, and the closet was empty along with the bathroom. Her prized jewlery, the things she took care of almost obsessively, all of it was gone.
He could remember beng 9 and sitting next to her as she cleaned one of her sapphire earrings. Thin fingers with long nail held the earring next to him, a scrutinizing look on her face before she would break out into a grin, “As I thought, nothing could ever compare to our Dickie’s sapphire eyes.”
“Holy shit.”
“What’s going on- why is Y/N’s room empty?” Tim looked throughout the room, and Dick could see the wonder across his younger brother’s face. Right, between all of them, Tim and Y/N had the least amount of time spent together.
Dick stared at his brother as the image of Y/N smiling at a string of pearls entered his mind. She had explained to him when he asked that pearls, while feminine, also symbolized new beginnings. She had gotten it when Tim’s custody was signed over to the Waynes.
“She’s gone.” Tim met Dick’s eyes, “Like… taking a vacation gone?” Dick gave a humorless chuckle, “She divorced Bruce, Tim. Y/N is gone.” This must have been what Alfred saw when he broke the news to Dick. The confusion and then realization coming to light in those blue eyes.
“Bruce would never sign those papers.” Dick had said the same thing, and yet here she was. Gone. As if to emphasize his point, Dick made an exaggerated expression and motioned to the empty room.
Tim looked around and he could feel a headache forming, “Bruce is gonna be pissed.” Dick groaned, “Fuck Bruce for a second, the only stable-mentally healthy-adult figure that isn’t Alfred is gone, Tim.” The boy didn’t look all that bothered, “Well, if she’s happier then I don’t mind.”
Of course he doesn’t mind. Why? Because this little stalker most likely knows where she’s going. Tim did a good job hiding it, but Dick was raised by Bruce. He is trained to spot the mciroexpressions of people, and even if they are his own siblings.
Tim is panicking. The very thought of Y/N leaving had not once occurred to them, and for Tim who loves planning, this was not once ever in the plans.
Not once. Y/N had been a staple within the manor, and to imagine her not being here was rough. Evenw hen she left for business trips, it was fine because they all knew she was coming back. SHe would come back with souvenirs, handing each of them something that reminhded her of them, before running upstairs to get out of the family’s judgemental line of sight.
“Fucking hell.”
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Bruce entered the condo with ease. His steps light as he walked through the dark room, noting the all the furniture. There was no Y/N in the living room or kitchen, but when he looked out the balcony door, he could see her back. She was leaning against the edge of the infinity pool, without doubt a hot tub of some sorts because it was too cold to be swimming in a regular pool.
She didn’t even turn around to look at him, her attention focused on the view of the snowy mountains and raging seas in front of her. Bruce could see the wine bottle left on the side of the pool and the glass that looked like it was finished only a short while ago. When she did turn around, E/C reflected the stars and dimly lit light around the pool, making them shine and sparkle like they were the galaxy.
Bruce isn’t blind. He knows Y/N is an attractive woman who had many people lusting after her even when they were married. Talia even made a note of it, “You should see if she wants to join next time.” He should have known that his clipped response was a sign.
It was all there, and yet he did everything within his power to ensure that he would not fall in love with her. Falling in love has always been out of the question, and when Y/N came into his life, Bruce made it his mission to do just that. The woman before him had never complained, and she never seemed to fault him for it, but he could tell there was resentment. If he couldn’t have allowed himself to fall in love with her, he could have at least offered her friendship. One that made life more bearable for the both of them, and set a good example for the kids.
“What are you doing, Bruce?” She didn’t seem shocked that he was here, let alone in her vacation condo. Bruce took off his shirt and pants, stripping down to his boxers before joining her in the hot tub. He had grabbed two glasses of wine before doing so, handing her one and taking a sip from the other.
“Is it wrong of me to want to join my wife on her vacation?”
“Ex-wife. The documents are signed, and besides this is a girl trip.” Bruce re-read those documents and kicked his foot for not fucking reading them when he first signed them. He should have known she was up to something.
“Y/N, come back to the manor.” He stared into E/C eyes as she took another sip of the wine. Bruce had come with a speech prepared, ready to convince her to come back with him, but it was all lost as he stared and observed the woman in front of him drink delicately from the glass. Y/N L/N has always been a woman of class, even when she was near the bottom of high society. It wasn’t her good looks that landed her in the top 10, possibly even top 5%, and like every classy woman, she was only allowed to regret a few things. Their marriage is one, but leaving is not even an option on the list of things she wants to regret but can’t.
He knows this. She knows this.
And yet, Bruce could only focus on how beautiful she looks, and how beautiful she would look sprawled on the silk bed sheets. Y/N has aged like fine wine, looking even more beautifully and worth more and more with each passing year. Aging gracefully and beautifully as the years passed and still catching the attention of others.
It's a shame his younger self was more into whiskey than wine.
He wonders how different their relationship would be if he had gotten to know her before and during the early years of their marriage. Without a doubt it would be easier to talk to her. Easier to convince her to come back to a manor that now misses her.
“And why should I?” It’d be easier to answer her with a compelling reason, one that would have her actually debating on whether or not to come back. Bruce reached over and brushed a strand of hair out of her face, and he’s shocked that she even let him do that. She didn’t flinch, nor did she lean into his touch. Y/N stood still as he moved the H/C lock behind her ears.
“The manor misses you.” He’s never heard her laugh the way she did in that moment. Throwing her head back and exposing unblemished skin to the night air as she laughed, and continued to laugh. Her shoulders shaking from the force and slightly distilling the wine.
Once she was done, her cheeks were red from the laughter and she was gasping for breath, “Yeah, okay. So Alfred misses me, I’ll make sure to give him a call then.” She turned her back to Bruce and began walking towards the edge of the pool.
“The boys, girls, and I do too.” Chateau Petra was on his lips and the feeling of cold wine hitting his face and upper chest had him closing his eyes for a second. When he opened them, Y/N’s wine glass was empty and on her face was a hard expression. Cold E/C eyes glaring into his as she pulled herself out of the pool, and grabbed the rest of the wine bottle.
“Sleep on the couch. You’re going home tomorrow.” Her steps quiet as she stalked into her home and she headed for the bathroom. Bruce sighed, and stared at the night sky with a new look in his eyes, ‘Desperate times call for desperate measures.’ He would like to believe that he is above this. He wants to believe that this was the worst case scenario happening and therefore this needs to happen.
Has to. The very thought of Y/N being away caused an itch to form under his skin and a burning fire in his chest. A fire he never knew blazed in him until it went out. Now, more aware and protective of it, Bruce found himself craving the warmth in ways that had his mouth foaming and muscles tensing. He looked down at the water and saw the red wine diluting and sprawling throughout the pool water, looking like blood for only a second.
A smile curled on his lips and he pulled himself out of the pool water, drying himself off before making his way into the shower with his ‘ex-wife.’ They may have never been lovers, but they were two adults living under the same roof.
So, of course they have had sex.
Hate sex is the best and worst sex. It is the best because Bruce can go as hard as he wants to and Y/N will love it. It is the worse because hate sex is all Y/N will see this as. Y/N will only see it has hate sex and not for the love Bruce feels for her. She won’t feel it in the way he caresses her skin or in the way he leaves his bite marks on her thighs. All Y/N will see this as, is hate sex.
Which is fine. If hate sex is what Y/N needs to see this as to work then Bruce will take it. He has time. He has plenty of time to show her how much he cares and loves her. Those divorce papers will be long gone, every single one of those copies non-existent. He loves her. He loves her in the way a cactus loves the sun, or how the stars love the moon.
Bruce was so enamored by her, that he couldn’t help but to fall deeper. Her soft hands, that have never broken a bone but have broken many hearts, cradling scarred shoulders and sharp cheeks. She didn’t flinch when his own rough hands gripped her’s, bruising and secure, and she didn’t flinch when intense blue eyes met hers. In fact, she smiled, like this was all a joke he was the butt of it.
It pissed him off that even she could have secrets and inside jokes that he doesn’t know about. As she laid there, her eyes now closed and body relaxed, Bruce pulled out a syringe filled with something that will keep her asleep. Only for a few days. Barbara is already working on getting rid of the divorce papers and the kids were preparing for her return.
Bruce kissed her forehead, smiling down at his Sleeping Beauty. If need be, the manor will be her castle and the kids her vines covered in thorns. Bruce, in all his daunting and terrifying glory shall be the dragon, keeping her locked within her castle because nowhere was safer than the castle. Only she could keep him calm, and only she could make him feel human.
Imagine Charles Xavier picking up when you’re high and having weird thoughts.
Charles was trying not to look into your mind too much - only really doing a skim of his class to make sure that there wasn’t trouble, but such odd things kept popping out from you. Something like, ‘What if our eyeballs were in one socket and were always touching?’ and ‘Wolverine gave me a banana the other day, I wonder if that means that we’re best friends now.’ Alright, it was the seventies and weed was pretty prevalent, as long as it didn’t affect your powers or your coursework, he would overlook it but this was getting out of control. Everyone was was focused on his lecture while you kept on going off on these weird tangents.
He didn’t realize that he had paused for a moment, picking up you thinking about running through a meadow with Mr. Howlett, holding bananas. He was slightly slack-jawed, causing the other students to immediately break out into a whispering gossip, trying to figure out who he might be listening to.
‘It’s so weird that frogs don’t have teeth.’
Charles cleared his throat, suddenly coming to the realization that you were absolutely correct - frogs don’t have teeth and that was something that he had never thought about before. “Y/L/N, can you see me after class, please?” He asked aloud, and then continued on with his lecture, the other students looking over at you and your glazed eyes, cracking up.
Charles wanted to know where you got the stuff - and maybe if you’d be able to get him some too.
Really stupid au where when they were younger, Kakashi and Obito shared an accidental kiss a lot like Sasuke and Naruto. (Kakashi commits to his mask shortly after but will never not insist it's unrelated)
Years later and Kakashi, trying to cheer up Naruto and Sasuke ab their own embaressing accidental first kiss, shares his own story
Then, years later when Obito reveals himself on the battlefield, instead of going "woah, another Uchiha!?" when he hears his name, Naruto can't help but point and shout OH MY GOD UR THE GUY WHO KISSED SENSEI!!!!!!!!
Instant dead silence. (Obito wants to die)
Sakura, who never heard the story ab how it was a one time accidental kiss: "omg... sensei's childhood boyfriend went evil on him... this is so fucked up"
Obito is VIOLENTLY thrown off by this turn of events (and also hasn't actually thought ab it in years oh my god that did happen didn't it)
Kakashi, seeing how badly it threw him off, and also the kind of person who plays hard into throwing people off and generally fucking w them to gain an edge, seeing Sakura mumbling ab lovers to enemies and just kinda goes "Yeah Obito I can't believe you'd do this to me I thought we had smthn special."
"Yeah a rivalry????"
"So I was only ever a way for u to get stronger,, figures u were using me,,,"
[Confused Obito car crash noises]
Sakura yells smthn ab him being a deadbeat and how Kakashi can do so much better and Naruto is instantly shouting in agreement as Sasuke stands there like "hn." Which is basically the same thing for him
Kakashi just starts straight up lying actually
"What about all those picnics we went on... watching the sun set over konoha..."
"Are you talking about when Minato said we weren't allowed to come back inside till we stopped arguing and ate on opposite ends of the roof bc we couldn't even look at eachother without yelling???"
"It was so romantic."
Obito, starting to actually doubt himself, "was that a date????"
(It was not.)
"You died in my arms..."
"I died under a rock"
"We literally got eye married" (not a thing, he just made this up 3 seconds ago)
"We got WHAT" (no one can prove him wrong tho bc no surviving Uchiha knows that much ab their clans marriage traditions)
"Oh my god sensei's husband is a deadbeat" - sakura, horrified (and maybe a little delighted)
"Figures." -Sasuke, who's been in proximity w Obito for some time now and absoloutley believes every word ab this topic Kakashi is saying
"Woah. This is almost as bad as the fact he murdered my parents when I was a baby dattebayo" - Naruto who's priorities are NOT what they should be
"Ok. I wouldn't go that far." - Sasuke, who's priorities are also fucked but not THAT fucked, oh my god Naruto
"No, no he's right. We should kill him even harder for this" - Sakura, who doesn't actually agree but wants an excuse for more juicy sensei love drama (and also wants to see Obito beaten to death anyways)
No wait that actully pretty funny and sad. We all know he decided this world was 'hell' after he saw Kakashi kill Rin (via suicide) and he got obsessed to the point of becoming the world's greatest threat and trying to remake it into his perfect world.
Just imaging him explaining he is doing this to correct the world because he saw one of his most important people (aka his childhood crush) die and leaving the other behind is like saying Kakashi wasn't good enough to stay. Hence, Team 7 will take full offense for a reason.
Sakura because she will be reminded how she tried to stop Sasuke from leaving but she wasn't enough for him to stay in his conquest for revenge. Sasuke could see how similar their situations are but can also see that Obito left the only person he can call "family" behind, unlike Sasuke whose only blood family is his clan's killers and had nothing to lose. Naruto who tried so hard to have anyone love him, heck, to pay even the slightest attention to him, will see how Obito didn't care for Kakashi's own devotion towards him.
Dosen't help that a lot of people knew of Obito's crush on Rin either, twisting the knife in this dramatic backstabbing romance that is happening on the battlefield.
probably not that deep, but in hindsight, to have someone who can have a chance at something you can never have, only to throw it all away, is just brutal
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