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Master List
Fanfics and One-shots DC:
Bats and Spiders
Yandere! Platonic! Batfam x Male! Peter Parker! Reader
Chapter I, Chapter II...
Primadonna
Yandere! Platonic! Batfam x Neutral! Model! Reader
Chapter I, Chapter II...
King's Gambit
Yandere batfam x Mafia! Male! Reader
Prologue
Author's note:
The master list will be updated, and for now this is all I'm going to put.
sorry if this sounds like complaining but I saw this https://www.tumblr.com/coralaura/817925946360414208/bats-and-spiders?source=share
And I cant find the first part so if I may request could you make a masterlist or a link into that part so we can find it, for while the memes Are funny do they NOT make it easy to find stuff on your page, again I apologize if im complaining or sound demanding in any way at most this is a suggestion from a fan and nothing more anyways have a good day or night
NOOO, MY BIGGEST FEAR COME TRUE 😔
Don't worry, I suspected something like this would happen; I have the urge to repost everything I like or that makes me laugh.
I myself am to blame for my messy blog, I accept the blame, although here is the master list to avoid conflicts.
I'm the monkey reading the question
Bats and spiders
Platonic! Yandere! Batfam x Peter Parker! Male! Reader
Chapter II
Synopsis: Y/N Parker has been the friendly neighborhood Spider-Man for a year now, A tragedy leads him to discover that his real father is a millionaire and philanthropist named Bruce Wayne. Although he still doesn't understand why the Wayne family seems to want to force their way into his life.
Author's note: Just to clarify, that list isn't going to affect my continuing with this fanfic; I honestly didn't even know it existed. Anyway, thank you for your support and for all your kind words.
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Bruce Wayne had learned the hard way that coincidences do not exist.
So when he arrived at the restaurant, he observed Y/N the same way he would examine a crime scene in Gotham—with cold, calculating eyes.
It wasn’t voluntary, at least not entirely. It was difficult for him to separate that part of himself.
He watched the expressions, the posture, the body language. Judging, analyzing everything, searching for something abnormal in a teenager—something that would tell him this was an overly elaborate lie.
When they sat at the table, he noticed how Y/N looked over the menu from top to bottom before awkwardly setting it aside. If he remembered correctly, both the file and his own investigation indicated that his “son” had not grown up in a luxurious environment, but rather in a lower middle-class one.
He could notice his son’s nerves, the way he tried to say something, only to open his mouth and say nothing before lowering his gaze again. Until finally, the words managed to leave his throat.
But at that exact moment, his son stopped—before suddenly throwing himself at Bruce and knocking him to the ground. Less than a second later, a car crashed through the restaurant window.
“Spider-Man! I know you’re here!”
Y/N tensed at the voice, exhaling sharply shortly after.
“Do you know that guy?”
Bruce asked, only for his son to make a grimace somewhere between nervous and uncomfortable.
“Who doesn’t?”
And Bruce had to admit that was a valid answer. Everyone in Gotham knew its villains. It was obvious the same thing would happen in New York.
Bruce rolled them both across the floor, ending up on top of Y/N just as the spot where they had been moments earlier was replaced by a mechanical tentacle that pierced through the floor and embedded itself there.
Bruce noticed too many variables for his liking. The most important one was getting his son—a civilian—out of this place.
It wasn’t for nothing that he had chosen this specific restaurant. Three available exits: the main entrance (the least likely to work), the emergency exit for customers, and finally a possible employee exit through the kitchen in the back, leading into the alley across the street and toward the rear avenue.
After analyzing all possible routes, it was logical for Bruce to choose the kitchen path.
He grabbed Y/N’s arm firmly—too firmly for a mere billionaire—and pulled him through the restaurant. Meanwhile, Octopus began hurling chairs and objects around, making the job significantly harder.
“Bend down”
It was the only thing he said.
Y/N, the poor teenager barely processing things with his father, obeyed automatically, just in time to see a metal pipe embed itself into the wall above him.
“Mr. Wayne, where are we going?”
His son murmured, only for Bruce to look at him with such severe seriousness it nearly felt like he was glaring holes through him.
“To the kitchen. We’re getting out through there.”
His response was curt, much to what seemed like his son’s displeasure. It didn’t matter. As long as he stayed safe, everything would be fine.
When they finally reached the kitchen door, the taller man pushed it open just as the sound of a decorative pillar being destroyed by Doc Ock echoed behind them.
They advanced through the kitchen, no longer the chaos it had been minutes ago when everyone had screamed and rushed toward the nearest exits.
And everything would have been easy, except of course, the vibrations and tremors caused by the force of the metal tentacles had made several shelves—and even appliances like refrigerators—collapse, blocking the path.
Bruce saw Y/N’s eyes light up as if he had spotted an opportunity before saying:
“I can lift that.”
“No.”
His tone left no room for argument. Too cold. Too controlling.
Bruce tightened his grip on Y/N’s wrist, dragging him along like a small child and maneuvering through the obstacles with a grace that made young Parker question the experience of this “simple billionaire.”
At the same time, the eldest Wayne mentally questioned the calmness of his supposed son. Far too calm for a civilian. He recognized signs of nervousness in the boy, yes—but someone his age should have been distressed, if not outright terrified.
Once they reached the exit, both were escorted behind the emergency teams that had arrived only minutes earlier.
Meanwhile, in the distance, the mechanical tentacles could still be heard moving in search of the spider-themed vigilante, accompanied by the villain’s voice.
“I’m going to speak with the officers. Don’t move.”
The older man ordered, looking at Y/N firmly, almost as if testing whether or not he would obey. The younger simply nodded.
Nevertheless, the moment Bruce disappeared into the crowd, barely three seconds later, the boy no older than sixteen had vanished.
Y/N had run into an alleyway to strip off his civilian clothes, revealing his vigilante suit beneath and pulling his mask from the backpack he carried.
Once fully dressed, he tossed the backpack upward and webbed it high onto the wall, far out of reach from anyone except himself. He still remembered getting his backpacks stolen, and the memory alone made him grimace behind the mask.
The sound of screams and police megaphones snapped him out of his thoughts. He mentally cursed himself for being stupid and not focusing on what mattered.
Using his webs, he swung back toward the restaurant.
“Hey, Doc” he said in his usual teasing, mocking tone.
“You seriously need to learn about personal space.”
He moved the instant he felt that familiar sting, and a second later a metallic tentacle lunged toward him. Maybe it was because he wasn’t paying attention to anyone besides Otto that he failed to notice Bruce’s calculating gaze.
Watching. Analyzing. Evaluating every detail of his movements, physique, and height.
Bruce narrowed his eyes, observing him the way a hunter would. It was obvious whoever was behind the mask had experience—but not enough to be considered an expert fighter.
He had seen pictures and videos before, all blurry and lacking enough information to refine a proper contingency plan against Spider-Man. But now, seeing him live and directly in front of him, he noticed just how inexperienced and reckless most of his movements were.
From the height, the behavior, the impulsiveness—even the proportions of his limbs, the way Otto threw him across the restaurant only for him to rise far too quickly for a normal human—Bruce arrived at a solid conclusion:
Young metahuman. High metabolism. Inexperienced. Vigilante.
His youth was a double-edged sword. Too reckless or too volatile.
Bruce disliked both possibilities.
“You’re too slow!”
Spider-Man shouted while dodging the mechanical tentacle mockingly.
“Maybe I should give you a couple pointers on fixing that mechanism!”
Otto smashed the wall where he had been standing, coming far too close for Y/N’s liking.
“Should I take that as a no?”
Another strike came, this time grazing his side.
“I’ll take that as a no.”
He muttered to himself before webbing both appendages together and taking advantage of Octavius’ curse to punch him in the face.
That hit gave him confidence.
Maybe he could finish this and get back before Mr. Wayne realized he had disappeared. Then maybe he could finally say what he had come there to say.
But he got distracted long enough for Otto to use one free appendage to grab him and slam his body into the floor.
He groaned under his breath. That would definitely leave a bruise.
He turned just in time to see Otto had already freed the other appendages and was preparing another strike. He rolled across the floor, watching the tentacles bury themselves where he had been only a second earlier.
“Hey, that’s cheating! You’ve got more hands than I do!”
He accused while getting back to his feet and running straight toward Otto before narrowly dodging him at the last second and shooting webs directly onto his glasses.
He heard Otto growl, and that alone was enough to make him smile internally before attempting what he hoped would be the finishing move.
Using both web-shooters, he latched onto the front tentacles and yanked backward, intending to destabilize Otto while blinded. It only worked halfway, but it accomplished its purpose enough to help throw him off balance.
But then he saw Doc Ock smile.
His spider-sense practically screamed as he narrowly dodged one of the arms.
Cold sweat ran down his spine.
Usually his jokes made Octavius careless.
So why did he look so confident now?
More importantly—Why hadn’t he fallen?Then he saw it.
The rear arms were embedded into the floor.
His gaze snapped toward Octavius, who peeled the webbing off his lenses.
“It may have worked last time…”
He paused, wearing that arrogant smile he always had whenever he was winning, before slamming Y/N with one of his mechanical appendages.
“But repetition is the first step toward failure, Spider-Man.”
The named hero gasped, moving immediately. He had already learned that staying still around Otto was equivalent to painting a target on himself, and he very much preferred not to be one.
“Then you already know the next step is improvisation!”
He exclaimed, jumping from wall to wall. Not confronting Otto directly—that would be suicide—but evading him, trying to neutralize him, buying time for everyone else to get farther away from the avenue.
Otto stopped attacking, noticing that Spider-Man wasn’t fighting back directly.He was only avoiding him.
Only stalling.
It irritated him, but he still smiled.
“I must admit, you’re not as foolish as I thought.”
“Yeah, well, consider it a difficulty increase.”
The young hero said while yanking the fire suppression lever, activating the sprinklers.
“You think a little water is going to affect me?”
“Wait, they’re waterproof? What’s next? Rustproof? Fireproof? Lifetime warranty?”
Fine.
If water wouldn’t work, then he would have to target the joints.
So the moment he dodged another tentacle, he used all his strength to torque one of the many articulations running along the arm.
He heard Otto click his tongue as he pulled the arm away from the wall.
Both of them noticed—one with relief, the other with disgust—that the claw no longer closed properly.
“Hope there’s a warranty for that, Doc.”
“You’re fortunate this was merely a miscalculation on my part, insect.”
Octavius growled, using Y/N’s newly gained confidence against him to land one final strike before retreating.
Spider-Man let the air burst from his lungs as he crashed into the wall, and by the time he looked back toward Otto, he saw him retreating.He groaned.
Why did villains always have to throw in one last hit like some kind of tantrum?
Finally, he pushed himself up with a sigh, bracing against one of the tables while clutching his side. That strike had probably injured a rib.
“Just great…”
He muttered painfully. His ribs had always been a sensitive spot.
He looked around, searching for people, even falling silent to listen for anyone who might need help.
“Hello? Anyone?”
He called loudly enough for someone to hear.
When no groans or cries answered him, relief washed over him.
He was just about to shoot a web and disappear when he felt it.
Being watched.
His spider-sense buzzed faintly in the background—not the sharp warning scream of danger, but something subtler.
A warning to stay alert.Not to lower his guard yet.
He lowered his arm and slowly began walking through the restaurant, hearing the sound of dripping water, shattered glass falling, and his own footsteps crunching against debris.
As he walked, he glanced around every corner, searching for that invisible observer who was making him nervous.
Behind the mask, he grimaced once he realized nobody was there.
And yet it still didn’t convince him.
He could take another look—But the approaching voices, likely police officers, reminded him that Y/N Parker was supposed to be among the crowd, not missing.
He only hoped Bruce wasn’t looking for him.
He stepped backward toward the shattered window again.
He wanted to say something.
A joke.
A comment.
But the words died before he could speak them.
So instead, he simply shot a web and swung away, far too uncomfortable and hurried to think beyond the next few minutes.
When he reached the alley after circling the block to avoid being seen returning, he changed back into his civilian clothes, removing his mask and gloves in the process and stuffing them into the backpack.
As he slung the backpack back on, a quiet groan of pain slipped past his lips.
Definitely his ribs.
He grimaced.
Hopefully Bruce wasn’t one of those people who loved hugging others.
Anything touching that area hurt, and it was hard to suppress the occasional hiss or groan of pain.
He walked while casually scanning the area, slipping back into the crowd that had exited the restaurant.
His eyes searched for Bruce until he found him speaking with paramedics.
It was now or never…
Second author's note:
I won't make a tag list for now, because there are too many and I keep losing them, sorry for that 😔
Dost thee haveth a master list? Your spiderman reader x batfam fic showed up again and I want to read moooooorrreee. You don't have to answer just thought I would ask.
Hi! I don't have a master list yet, since it's only one chapter, but that doesn't mean I won't make one.
My master list is one of my future plans, so there isn't one right now, but there will be in the future.
Sorry for waiting guys☢️☢️☢️ I tried to make more understandable lists so here u are
S blogs and fics:
@gotham-daydreams even they don't post, so their fics arr good actully
@blughxreader - classic, I could not to add this one however I don't like main story, headcanons are great
@ametrictonofaudacity - finished story, good story, great headcanons
@yandere-daydreams - not platonic, but so good
@sugary-strawberry-shortcake - just great oneshots and person who really care about batfam personalities
Romantic stuff
More romantic stuff
A blogs and fics:
@neellscapsule - writing skills are pretty good, but endings of fics are meh...
@candysparks - 👍👍👍
Nice - actully cool thing
Tragic flames - I will talk later about this blog but reader here is fire
@maliciouscottonball - I have strange relationship with this blog... but u can like it
@maicenitas - great but fic isn't finished
B blogs and fics:
@acid-ixx - don't recommend of you read comics, but for new one is a masterpiece amd.... and.... overrated🔫
This one Oliver - nice, but do not recommend anything except lined story
@cinrot - too neglected
@dehydratedoverlord - u know lore but don't know story components, sorrry. Readable
@zippysmusings - 👍👍👍 I like to read but u need to understand that it isn't canonical
@jade-zzz - more yes than no
@yandereworlds - funny pics I love it
C blogs and fics:
@luludeluluramblings - just bad
@cupids-cruel - not reccomandind because of fanon
@echo-exco - wow anime x batfam so creative I think
@sangunary - very tragic death and Mary sue
@fallen-angel2470 - do not recommend
@aneldritchclown - please no
NO - too much fetish content in one fic
I hate Spider-Man - and you will too
Evil girl in isekai - I don t need to comment
Neglected... - again
Neglected mother..... - again
Pink robin - don t lose your time. All fics are simply okay except this...
@lilasgenericlillies no just no
@firbat - please read other comics, not wfa, without hate
@eclipse-msoul - I know she has fans, but if u really like batman comics do not read
F blogs and fics:
ALL FICS ABOUT NEGLECTED READER THAT I Didn T MENTION FUCK FUCK FUCK DON READ IT GUYS PLEASE DON T
Out of tier list:
@calamitys-posts - agrere posts
@its-me-levi - I can't rate it sorry
@mimiii-3 - as a comedy it s okey
@i-cant-sing - bad dc fics, but simply not a dc writer
@bluetooththereptile - just drabbles
@aplpple - strange, but I like it. Too new to rate
I will write it in English and Spanish to get my uncensored opinion off my chest.
¿Tu única razón para etiquetar mi fanfic es que odias a Spiderman? ¿Perdón? Ni siquiera me das una retroalimentación adecuada. Oh, perdón, es que es mi héroe favorito, hay muchísimos fanfics sobre él.
What if I do it as Spiderman? You simply "hate Spiderman and you will too" And you simply don't say anything about why, it's not even out of character, literally Peter Parker acts like that in fanfics, I'm not even bothered by the blessed rating.
It bothers me that you don't have the courage to make a real contribution to writing; this is simply toxic. If you want to judge writing so much, I invite you to write your own.
My words in my beloved native language where I can best express myself:
Hago esto a de a gratis, ni siquiera me lo piden, todo es por diversión y pasatiempo.
Sinceramente por gente como tú los escritores dejan de escribir y eso es lo que me molesta, que ni hubo el valor de etiquetarme, hablas de rangos y lista como si tú escribieras algo, hay fanfics que no me gustan e incluso acepto las carencias de los míos pero no por ello me pongo a criticar, simplemente no los leo y no dejo un comentario tóxico y menos hago una bendita lista donde los clasificó y digo comentarios diciendo que su escritura en general es mala o simplemente pongo el fanfic y digo que odio a x personaje, x trama sin dar razones.
Porque seamos sinceros, nadie aquí escribe perfecto, todos se salen en algún momento del personaje y hay quienes advierten desde un inicio y está bien, cada quien con sus fanfics.
No sé si sea bait, pero es desagradable, significativamente desagradable.
Si, mi fanfic no es el mejor, lo admito, pero es mío, es mi tiempo y mi pasatiempo, así que si tienes un problema con alguno de mis fanfics y si no estás dando una crítica constructiva entonces mejor no des tu opinión
Yo no solo aprecio los buenos comentarios sino también las críticas que no buscan destrozar sino mejorar, porque está bien una retroalimentación bien estructurada y no un simple "lo odio", ya que deja de tener un valor constructivo y se vuelve un comentario que busca incitar al odio o simplemente lastimar al autor.
Because we love to rank people now this is my tier list! (In NO particular order)
I also want to add that the original tier list post actually referenced fics instead of the blogs themselves, I've added the actual blogs because I find it silly to rank people based on one story they post. The ones that didn't get tagged in the OG are the one's I've put in italics.
Please show support to these writers - a lot of them aren't taking the criticism to heart, which is good, but it's still wildly unfair for someone to rank anyone like the original poster has.
I LOVE YOU ❤️, I'M GOING TO UPDATE, I SWEAR 🗣️🔥
That one JOJO part 3 scene but it’s FNAF..
me starting a new minecraft world with "just a few mods"
We need to kill a god... Bring out the teenager!
Little man hasn’t even finished school school yet
He’s got so much maths homework to catch up on when he’s done killing evil god and saving good god
I think I just witness modern Mona Lisa
Nothing like holding my love
Wesker is a full time HATER of Chris in Resident evil..
Who’s the better wife guy, James Sunderland or Ethan Winters,,
That one CSM scene but make it FNAF 4..
Yandere Leon through different stages of his life. (From RE2 to RE9)
Warning: Yandere tendencies, drugging, kidnapping, alcohol abuse, violence, blackmailing, mentions of death, some of it is probably ooc
Disclaimer: Leon S Kennedy belongs to the Resident Evil franchise by Capcom. This is a work of pure fiction and nothing written is canon to the character. If you're facing a situation that sounds somewhat similar to what is written in here please seek help from anyone professional or not.
Authors note: I apologize if any of the stuff written is ooc as I'm not too familiar with some of the media especially the movies like damnation and infinite darkness. And probably darkside chronicles. Also there's no beta reader so sorry for any spelling errors or grammatical mistakes or if some parts are weirdly written.
RE2 Leon, the rookie would confuse his yandere tendencies with more of wanting to protect you after all you were a civilian and less trained in combat compared to him. He wants to keep you safe and to get you out of Raccoon City away from the undead hordes. He goes as far as nearly getting himself bitten just to save your skin. This Leon is also the clingiest and more of a worrywart than a yandere at this point of his life, if you two ever get separated he wonders if you're alive, if you got bitten or if you have enough ammo in that gun that he'd given you when he found a spare in the locker room of the RPD. He leaves some ammo in places he thinks you might check just in case you ever need it. Overall RE2 Leon isn't necessarily a yandere at this stage, his tendencies don't show as It's taken as him being worried of you getting infected or dying in the apocalypse.
Jing Yuan yumeshipp 💖
Robstar week DAY 1
Playing Breath of the Wild. Robin is me…… Starfire is also me.
