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Night Shifts

a/n: I posted this on ao3 yesterday I just was too lazy to post on here... butttt here we are. I'm working on burnt out chapter 5 I SWEAR its coming </3

i bet y'all cant guess my favorite color

tags/warnings: guns, uh that's it. damian appearance, out of character

dividers: @strangergraphics, @cursed-carmine, thanks!! lmk if I missed anything

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A cold gust of wind carried a chill down your spine as you stepped out of the gas station, the door swinging shut behind you. 

You’d just finished another night shift, already feeling a cramp in your left leg from your long time standing - you were lucky Danny showed up earlier than usual. You assumed this was his way of showing how he felt bad about the shooting.

You walked down the street, looking over your shoulder as you moved. The air smelled vaguely of rain and smoke. The sun was already peeking from behind the tall buildings, the orangey-red sky enveloped by the thick smog Gotham never seemed to lose.

You neared your apartment building, your thoughts briefly moving to Mrs Durnford, before refocusing on getting inside without being snuck up on. You’d learned that early on once you moved to Gotham - try not to walk alone at night, and if you do, stay alert of your surroundings. Luckily for you, the sun was already coming up, so there was less of a chance of being caught off guard.

You stepped inside the building, feeling the humid, uncomfortably warm air hitting your face in a wave. 

A week had passed since you'd shot the man. Life had already settled back into its usual rhythm, but your thoughts couldn’t help but drift back to Nightwing. Ever since the attempted robbery, you'd caught yourself waiting for a sign he was there - a shadow in the night, a glimpse of black and blue - anything. But nothing ever came.

Despite that, you weren’t surprised. You’d done some research on Nightwing since last seeing him - apparently, he was primarily protecting Bludhaven, a nearby city. You’d also learned that  Bludhaven was just as bad, maybe worse than Gotham. You found it hard to believe that anywhere was worse than Gotham, but if it really was as bad as that, Nightwing was probably busy. 

You shoved open the door to your apartment, key still in the lock.

Walking inside, you pulled off your jacket and hooked it on your coat hanger. After that, you took off your shoes, pushing them aside. The second you entered, it felt like a weight was lifted off your shoulders. You let out a soft noise as you dragged yourself towards your small bedroom. 

All of a sudden, you paused. You were right in front of your bedroom’s door, but you immediately knew something was off. 

A glow from beneath the door. 

You knew you wouldn’t have left any lights on, you couldn’t afford the extra cost of leaving lights on, you knew better than to forget.

You shuffled closer to the door, pressing your ear flush to the wood. You could hear muffled sounds coming from behind it, maybe two voices? You couldn’t hear what they were saying before their conversation seemed to silence itself.

You hesitated. What could you possibly do? You didn’t have anyone to call, since you hadn’t had any time to make friends, and the police? You sighed, gnawing at your lower lip. 

Quickly, you turned to your kitchen, crossing it with urgency. You saw the gleam of a knife on your counter - one of your only knives - and grasped its handle in your dominant hand. You returned to the door, gripping the handle a bit tighter now that you finally realized what you were going to do.

Before you could overthink it any further, you shot a quick text to the only person you really knew, Danny, and twisted the doorknob.

Dick swung the closet door shut with a sigh.

"Nothing."

"Obviously," Damian hissed. "You left a gun with a civilian for a week. What, exactly, did you expect?”

“I would’ve come back sooner if B hadn’t gotten upset,” Dick offered, trying to lighten the situation. “I mean, they didn’t seem too bad. Maybe they took it to work in case I came back.” “Maybe they sold it.” Damian countered, going through a drawer from your nightstand. He grimaced. “Look at this place, it’s bare. They’d likely need the money anyway.” 

“Damian.” Dick warned, now looking through a box under your bed. Damian huffed in response, tossing some papers onto your bed as he searched.

They’d spent the past 10 minutes searching your apartment for the gun, when realistically it should’ve taken 2. Dick was sure you’d be back soon - he hoped they could at least take their leave before seeing you. Bruce had demanded Dick try to avoid talking to you - he insisted that it was a liability to get involved with someone they knew almost nothing about.

Dick understood the concern. He really did. But Bruce had a habit of looking at a person and seeing a possible threat before he saw a person. 

Dick groaned, pushing the box he was looking in back underneath your bed. They’d looked everywhere, he was sure of it. He could already tell Damian was sulking - he was clearly bored in being here, even if he refused to admit it.

Dick froze, the noise of the twist of the bedroom door’s lock almost impossible to hear - but not to him. Not with his training.

For a moment, neither of them moved. The apartment was quiet enough that they should have heard every little thing - from the front door opening, to the footsteps in the hallway, and the slow twist of the doorknob—

But they hadn’t.

“...You said they wouldn’t be back yet.” Damian whispered, words laced with quiet accusation.

“I said I thought they wouldn’t be back yet.” Dick corrected, though the distinction felt pretty useless now.

Both boys turned towards the door, hands on their respective weapons. The anticipation only built further as the noises seemed to stop outside the door, like you were also listening.

The door slammed open, a gleaming knife coming into view.

You stepped into the room, knife raised. A slight tinge of fear clouded your mind, but you shook it away, putting on the most threatening face you could muster. 

Your eyes scanned the two figures, pausing on the second one’s masked face.

The second you recognized the familiar face staring back at you, your panic was replaced by a completely different emotion.

Irritation.

“Seriously?” Your grip on the blade faltered, lowering slightly. “What are you doing here?” 

Nightwing let out an embarrassed laugh, his hold on his escrima sticks also loosening. He rubbed the nape of his neck, muttering something into his comms before straightening up. 

You remembered that Nightwing wasn’t alone in the room, offering a half-smile, albeit an awkward one, to the familiar boy - Robin. He didn’t return it, of course, instead huffing and looking away.

You’d seen a few pictures of Robin online, but you always assumed he was a little bit older. Now that you got a good look at him, he was both younger and shorter than you’d originally assumed. Which was okay, but it surprised you that someone that young was out fighting crime. 

“We came to get the gun,” Nightwing tried to explain, seemingly guilty about the whole ordeal. “If it makes you feel better, we did knock.” 

“What good does knocking do if no one was home?” You grumbled, before sighing and setting the knife down on the dresser to your left. “I brought it with me to work. I figured you’d show up or something.”

Nightwing shot a victorious glance towards Robin, who huffed, before turning back to you. You glanced around your room, the fact that they’d gone through your stuff finally sinking in. You didn’t really have anything to hide, but knowing that some of your more private possessions had probably been seen by the duo wasn’t very comforting.

Nightwing seemed to read your mind, an apology already on the tip of his tongue, but you shook it off, steering the conversation back to the weapon.

“My bag’s in the kitchen, if you wanna come out.” You finally said, already moving to bring the knife to its own spot. 

The two followed you out, talking to each other under their breath. You ignored it, already rummaging through your bag for the handle. Soon enough, you pulled out the gun, handing it over to the taller vigilante

“Thanks,” Nightwing turned the gun over in his hands as he scanned it, before looking up to meet your eyes. “Sorry, again.”

“It’s okay.” You let out a soft exhale, leaning back slightly against your table. “At least you remembered to come back.”

Your eyes darted towards Robin, who was sort of inching towards your window. You threw Nightwing a wry grin, motioning to the younger vigilante behind him. Nightwing looked over his shoulder, before letting out a tired laugh. 

“That’s it?” You asked, raising an eyebrow.

“That’s it.” 

“Okay, then.” You finally sighed, stretching out your sore arms. 

You looked back to Robin - who had already half-opened your window - crossing your arms as you shifted your weight. 

“You can use the front door, you know.” You offered, hand gesturing out towards the door. “Much easier than crawling out of the window.”

Nightwing opened his mouth to speak, then closed it again.

“...Fair point.” 

Robin, however, didn't seem bothered in the slightest.

“The window is closer.”

You looked at the perfectly functional door beside you.

“It is literally six feet away.”

Robin turned away, a faint redness creeping onto what was visible of his ears. He didn’t respond, dropping out of the window onto the roof of the next building. You let out a soft laugh, turning to Nightwing as he also crawled out. 

You walked over to the window as he disappeared, looking around to see if they were still there - if they were, they were damn good at hiding.

“Bye,” You called out into the darkness, unsure if the pair were even listening.

For a moment, all that answered back was the distant sound of Gotham traffic - engines rumbling, the gentle patter of rain dripping from the gutters - you slowly began to close your windows, until—

“Try not to shoot anyone else,” Robin’s voice answered dryly, echoing from somewhere below you.

You couldn’t help but let the corners of your mouth quirk up, humming softly as you closed and locked your window. You scoured through your bag once again, pulling out your beat-up water bottle and opening it tentatively.

You pulled out your phone, remembering that you’d texted Danny earlier tonight. Quickly, you checked your chats - he hadn’t even seen it yet. You dragged a hand down your face, deleting the text thread. You sent a quick apology text before laying your phone face down on the counter.

You thought about your week, recapping its events in your head as you took a sip of water from your bottle. Honestly, you had no idea what to make of any of it.

But for some reason, you had a feeling that wasn't the last you'd see of them.

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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.

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Night Shifts

a/n: im kinda proud of this icl :)) I posted it on ao3 as well, though I have more trust in tumblr(I formatted it a bit different). don't fail me

tags/warnings/other: guns, wounds(not described), family issues(kinda insignificant), you're mentioned to be from a rural area

summary: you're working a night shift at a gas station in Gotham when suddenly you get robbed. you meet a certain vigilante.

dividers: saradika-graphics

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You opened the rusty old cash register, scanning the half-opened drawer with silent resignation.

You slowed down about halfway through counting the money, sighing. You'd been here for 8 hours. 8 hours, sitting in this shitty old Gotham gas station doing absolutely nothing.

Aside from the occasional high teenagers coming in for energy drinks and middle-aged women buying alcohol for their friends - it was just you, the rickety clock above the door, and the silent hum of the freezers in the back. 

You lived alone in Gotham. After all, you'd cut off your family and moved away the second you graduated high school.

You didn't know much about Gotham - growing up close to the countryside, away from most politics and journalists, you had no time or resources to figure anything out for yourself. To you, it was only the cheapest place to live. 

Your family had always been closed-minded. They'd insisted on top grades, refusing anything less than a hundred. You also needed to be top of the class until you graduated high school, and then stay away from college to marry.

Since you were a freshman, you'd been saving money. You never wanted to stick around and stop your life for someone else. That might've been the difference between you and your family.

You removed your hands from the money, dropping the cash onto the counter and redirecting them to your hair instead.

Throughout the night, all you could think about was your bed - the same bed in your dingy, run-down apartment that was soon going to be taken from you.

You had 3 missing rent payments - which were all long due - but your landlady, Mrs Durnford, was a kind old soul. She'd been trying to help you as long as she could, but she needed money too.

Mrs Durnford couldn't live penniless forever.

All you had to keep yourself awake was the frequent scattering of rats in the back room and the Red Bull you'd bought to keep yourself awake. At least if you got into any trouble, you'd be able to die aware of what was happening.

Wind howled against the flimsy glass door, startling you into reaching towards the handle of the worn-down shotgun under the counter.

Your manager, Danny Baker - an old-fashioned man born and raised in rural Texas - had insisted on keeping firearms behind the ledge. He'd reminded you of your father in a way. Sometimes it made you sick.

It was already 6:47AM, the dark sky slowly getting lighter through the foggy windows. Your shift ended in 13 minutes, all you had to do was wait. You glanced at the cash again.

You made 104 dollars tonight. Today was one of your better days - it wasn't often that you made it past 70.

As you shoved the cash back into the register and began to click it closed, the bell above the door jingled. 

A tall, disfigured man ran inside, slamming the door behind him with a hiss under his breath. He had on dark clothing - covered in God knows what - as well as a long, suppressed pistol in his right hand.  You froze as he met your gaze, fingers edging closer to the gun beside you. 

Swallowing, you scanned him. You hadn't heard about any significant or dangerous villains on the news, but everyone was a bit threatening in Gotham.

The man swore under his breath, bringing the gun's long barrel towards your forehead. He seemed distraught, with blown pupils peering from his torn up face. It was clear that he wasn't completely alert, though you didn't want to take the risk of setting him off.  "Money." The man slurred, motioning down at the register with his pistol before bringing it back up to your forehead.

He jumped at each rattle of the door, turning to look at it with a suspicious glare time after time again. Stuttering, you unlocked the register, attempting to force the drawer open.

You desperately tried to tug on the jammed compartment, muttering under your breath.

As it finally came unstuck, your eyes landed on the money inside. You paused, clenching your jaw. You also needed this money.

Who the hell was he to come in and take what you spent all night working for?

Your self preservation flew out the cracks of the door as you grasped the shotgun's handle. As the man started to turn again, you lifted the gun, squeezing the rusty trigger.

Dick jumped from rooftop to rooftop, scanning the area around him for the man he'd previously been chasing.

He wasn't planning on going on patrol.

Dick was only in Gotham to visit Bruce and his siblings - maybe stick around for a few nights to relive Alfred's dinners - when he got bored and decided to explore as Nightwing.

Of course, the press photos and edits of him were another pro, but the main reason was boredom, he swears. 

As he traveled across the city, he found two officers half-unconscious in an alleyway. Swallowing down his discomfort, Dick checked if they had any injuries before nudging them awake.

He'd learned that they'd been checking out a lead, before being attacked by a man - tall, middle-aged, and scarred - and having their patrol car ransacked. 

"I don't get why he didn't take the car too," One of the officers had laughed bitterly as he went through what had been stolen. He scanned the beat up passenger side door. "How'd he even manage this?"

The suspect only took a suppressed pistol, leaving behind a big mess and a half-connected car door.

It didn't seem like he was the brightest.

Dick shortly departed, searching for someone who fit the description. They mentioned he was jumpy, even aggressive. It'd be easy enough to find him, as long as Dick didn't get too distracted. All he had to do was make sure he found the guy before he found someone else to terrorize.

The sun was slowly starting to come up, peeking between the tall buildings of Gotham.

Dick let out a sigh, a chilly breeze making him shiver. Suddenly, he heard some noise. Around 10 feet behind and below him, he could hear rustling, quiet mumbles coming shortly after.

Dick crept towards the sound, peering below him into the dark alleyway.

There, he saw a lanky man, fitting the description perfectly. What you could see of his face was marred with deep scars, which contorted with suspicion and stress. In his right hand, he had a long-barreled gun, dark clothes blending into the sheltered alley.  Dick fully stood up now, trying to think of a plan on how to get the man subdued. Before he could finish his train of thoughts, the man looked up, meeting Dick's blue eyes with his dilated ones that were blown up like saucers. Dick prepared to move for cover, but instead of shooting, the man darted. Caught off guard, Dick began to run after him, hissing under his breath.

"Stop!" Dick called out, to no avail.

He swore under his breath, jumping down from the building to the concrete. Regaining his breath, Dick began to trail behind the man again, slowly gaining on him.

Quickly, the man slinked around a corner, disappearing into another alley for good. Dick groaned as he looked around, no longer running. 

"What happened, Nightwing?" Barbara's voice buzzed through the intercoms, collected but concerned. "I lost him." Dick sighed in response, running his hands through his dark locks. "Can you do a search for someone fitting his description?"  Barbara hummed in response, typing into her computer. "I'll see what I can do."

Dick hopped back onto a rooftop, scanning the area once more. He couldn't have gone far. Dick continued to traverse along the rooftops, slower now.

The sun somehow still hadn't risen completely, despite it feeling like it'd been hours. Soon, the empty streets of Gotham would be overflowing, and he'd be even harder to track down. Dick had to work fast.  The sky was a deep lavender, the bright stars slowly beginning to vanish. Cars began moving, the silent buzz of chatter starting like it did every morning.

Dick could remember, in his Robin days, at the end of each patrol he'd scan the sky, the soft gradient always seeming to bring him back down to Earth. Gotham could be a wonderful city, if it weren't so crime-ridden. Suddenly, the quiet hum below him was silenced by a loud blast of a gunshot. Dick snapped up, beginning to run in the direction of the noise. The gunshot was deeper and louder than a pistol's, but at least he could finish his patrol with something half-useful.

After around 5 minutes, he neared a rusty gas station, muffled commotion inside - that was probably where the gunshot came from. Dick landed in front of the door, unable to see inside because of the fogged windows.

Grabbing the cold metal handle of the door, Dick swung it open, preparing for a fight.

The bullet sliced through the man's knee, making him crumple on the spot. He dropped the gun instantaneously - which you quickly threw somewhere in the back room - and he fell unconscious on the floor. You closed and locked the register, before making your way over to the man. 

You sent a quick text to Danny - who would probably be here soon - before beginning to drag the man to the wall. Once the man was fully supported by it, you let out a sigh of exhaustion, walking back behind the cold counter top.

You still held the shotgun in hand - you weren't planning on dropping it until you were sure the man was no longer a threat.  You grumbled swears to yourself under your breath. Danny hadn't even seen the text yet. You knew your irritation wasn't quite justified, considering you'd only sent the text a minute ago, but you couldn't help it.

You drank the last drop of Red Bull before grabbing a rope, just for your own sanity, and walking back to the man to tie his legs and arms up. 

The knots weren't quite pretty - it honestly looked like a shitty BDSM attempt - but they would do. The tall man muttered under his breath - a mixture of slurring and spitting. "You got yourself into this mess." You hissed in return, not quite sure why you were talking with the man who clearly didn't understand a word you were saying.

You waved the shotgun around, motioning up and down at the ropes. "Why would you even choose this gas station? No one comes here!"  You continued to ramble, swearing and cursing at the man who was drifting off again.

You knew you should probably call the police, but they were unlikely to show up for just a gas station 'robbery', especially if no one was actually robbed in the end. Also, it was Gotham. The police had calls every hour and a half. Suddenly, the door slammed open again, the chiming bell cutting off your annoyed chatter. You spun around, gun aimed straight at the silhouette of the figure.

As your eyes adjusted to the brightness of the rising sun behind the person, you began to see more than just a black figure. Your eyes locked on the logo on his chest. "Nightwing?" You hissed in disbelief, seeing his alert posture. 

You didn't know much about many vigilantes other than their names. Sometimes people around you would mention different attacks, but you didn't know enough about them to continue the conversations.

The vigilante stood surprised, you clearly weren't the person he was prepared for. He raised his hands in surrender, trying to regain his composure. 

"That's me," Nightwing offered an awkward smile, trying to sound playful but still suspicious. "I heard a gunshot. Are you okay?" "Yeah," You sighed, relaxing your tense shoulders. You shuffled over so he could see the man tied up behind you. "He was trying to rob the place." 

Nightwing walked towards the man to get a better look, scanning his face and build. He seemed deep in thought. Nightwing's eyes locked into the wound, before a quiet, muffled talking came from his earpiece.

You couldn't tell what was being said, but he seemed to be in some sort of call. Nightwing whispered something in response to the voice, before turning back to you.

"Turns out he broke out of an asylum further away from the city. I'll take him back." Nightwing finally spoke, picking the man up with ease. The man continued to slur and lay limp in his arms, head bobbing back and forth. 

"Like Arkham?" You asked hesitantly, setting the shotgun next to the cash register. 

The vigilante quickly shook his head, rattling off the name of some other hospital before bringing his eyes back to yours. He seemed to remember something.

"He had a gun when I first saw him," Nightwing began, glancing around the room. "Do you have it?" 

Nightwing was quite calm for a man in a spandex suit. Based off of the stories you'd heard, you would've expected someone tougher and colder.

You shrugged, rubbing the nape of your neck with your hand as you leaned back against the wall.

 "I threw it somewhere behind the counter." You admitted, turning around to look for it. "I can go get it for you, if you'd like." 

Nightwing smiled, bright and friendly. "My hands are full, I'll just come back for it. Protocol says suspect, and then weapon. Keep it safe until I'm back."  You raised an eyebrow. What kind of 'protocol' is this? You turned to point to the back room. "Seriously, I don't think this should be here. How will you know-"

The bell above the door jingled again. You spun back around to see the vigilante long gone, the only trace a small pool of blood from where the man once was.  With a sigh, you began mopping up the blood, mind preoccupied by the thought of money and the vigilante who was supposed to come and retrieve the gun.

Once you finished cleaning up, you threw out your Red Bull can and searched for the gun, throwing it in your bag with a quick motion.

As Danny's car pulled into the gas station parking lot, you couldn't help but let out a hum of relief, the energy drink finally wearing off. 

Maybe if you'd drank just a little bit more Red Bull, you'd notice the two figures watching you from the roof across the street.

Too bad.

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i might start a new reader x batfam fic! I don't really know where i'm going with burnt out and a new fic might be refreshing for me.

iiiifff anyone sees this and has any suggestions/asks (for burnt out OR a new fic), it'd be appreciated

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Do you have a masterlist?

If so, can you pin it? it'll be easier for people to look through all your works.

i'm not planning on making a masterlist yet, since burnt out is my only writing here! I might make more though, and once I do, a masterlist will definitely come.

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BURNT OUT - Chapter 4

a/n: sorry guys this is both buns AND its kinda short :(( also idk where I'm going with this storyline?? I'm making it as I go lolz

i've been making sm batfam fanart but idk if I should post it here or on my main blog oof

tags: everyone's annoying, Conner kent, tim's indecisive, tim doesn't know how to feel, infantilization from the fam, reader needs to go live her life, everyone's having crazy mood swings

not proofread!

Conner Kent was a traitor.

He had to be. Why else would he go out with you?

Tim had to have told him who you were. 

You’d always hold your hand out, but he’d only reach back when you’d pull away.

And worst of all, you really believed Conner, you did. He was wonderful, beautiful, and so charming. Why would he lie? Why not take another route to figure this out ? Why would he look at you like that?

It felt like you’d been buried in quick-drying cement, which kept squeezing and scratching at your neck.

Your mouth was glued shut - it wasn’t like you could think of anything to say anyway. You should have known it was him; everything screamed at you from the beginning - though honestly, you assumed it might’ve been excitement.

You’d gotten glimpses and glances at Conner before, in the manor when you were younger. You never really talked - there wasn’t time to. He was only there when hanging out with Tim or tagging along with a tall, well-built man. Clark. The man wasn’t confident, but clearly not clueless. 

Now wasn’t a good time to be thinking about his family. You clasped your bag on the seat next to you, hastily standing up, muttering a rushed apology behind you as you ran for the door. This had to be Tim. This was your vacation, not some time for your family to try to take control over whatever they thought they had with you.

Coffee long forgotten, Conner yelled out to you, your name ringing out in the air like a sorry promise. You could hear him trying to say something, but your mind was already occupied with leaving. 

As you ran down the street, looking for somewhere quiet to stop, thoughts of him further plagued your mind. He was really nice, like you remembered from when you were younger. God, if only Bruce could stay ignorant, like before.

You felt like some main character in a sick, sadistic story where they never escape their fate. 

Tim was always intelligent, you knew that. You also knew that he was good at finding and putting things together. He was always the hardest for you to trust, mostly because you never got the chance to talk to him when he was either cooped up in his room or half asleep on the couch. You never really knew much about his personality, other than the fact that he was smart with most things, including emotions. Though, he never really used that intelligence when interacting with you. 

But, if you had to choose anyone in the family to stay in a room with, you’d pick Cass, with Tim a tight second. They were both awkward. The awkwardness was kind of… comforting. Seeing an emotion other than indifference was a lot better.

Footsteps echoed behind you, quiet at first before suddenly being right beside you. 

“Y/N.” Conner panted, a coffee held in each hand. “I swear, let me explain.” 

Dread filled your chest. You already hated this.

“Conner, I don’t think this is-” You began, but quieted down when he motioned for you to follow him into an alley to talk. 

“Taking me to a secluded place isn’t winning me over.” You sighed, but quickly stepped after him between the buildings. 

Now that you can think clearly, cutting Conner off might not be the best choice. If Tim really did send him, there was nothing you could do. You knew Tim was crazy smart with finding things, though you weren’t really sure why. Conner could at least keep you updated on how crazy they’re being, and you’d know when to get the hell out of there. 

And if Conner really wasn’t having anything to do with Tim? At least thirsting over him wouldn’t be too stressful. 

Conner offered a warm coffee cup to you, still half full. “I, uh, figured you might still want it.” 

You let out a soft sigh, humming softly in agreement as you held the warm cup in your hands. “How’d you find out? Did Tim send you to mess this up since I blocked him?” You asked, shifting your weight back and forth.

Conner looked up at you and then turned towards the busy sidewalk close by, which was bustling with people trying to run errands before traffic started. 

“He texted me earlier - said everyone was going crazy looking for you. He was freaking out too.” Conner began, fidgeting with the cardboard cup sleeve. “Then, he apparently checked the cameras of that café we were at and saw me with you. He went batshit on me.”

You let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding. It seems Conner really wasn’t with him. 

“Sorry, then. I should’ve waited.” You looked up at Conner, your somber eyes locking with his bright blue ones. “Sorry for making us leave, too. I really enjoyed that, don’t take it the wrong way.”

Conner let out a laugh under his breath, relaxing slightly. “They’re- they’re complicated. Tim’s awesome, but he’s just - they’re all just a bit unstable nowadays. I’m not sure what happened.” He shook his head. Clearly, he still deeply cared for Tim. They’d always been close. “It might’ve been good that we left. He’s been more impulsive lately. I wouldn’t be surprised if he showed up here.”

You nodded, deep in thought. “I don’t want to let them ruin my vacation. There has to be somewhere they can’t find us, even for an hour.”

It was beautiful in Metropolis. More lively, full of energy. The birds sang, the sun would shine - even the heroes around here seemed to have more happiness than Gotham’s vigilantes. Gotham was constantly shrouded in fog at night, with dangers lurking around every corner, even in broad daylight. Here, you never had to worry about being killed in a mugging or gang fight. It was safer. Kinder.

“Maybe we can hang out again before you leave - away from Tim’s cameras?” Conner suggested, giving a small smile. 

You returned it, looking down at your feet as a slight warmth rose to your cheeks. “I’d like that. I’ll text you.” You turned back to the entrance of the alley, stepping out onto the sidewalk. “Take care.”

“You too. See you around.” Conner playfully replied, a teasing grin on his face.

Tim was exhausted. 

Since Dick realized you were gone and told everyone, Bruce has been on his back to find a hint, some clues, anything. 

Tim had already gone through almost half of the cameras in Gotham, but he’d found nothing. There were only a few blind spots in Gotham nowadays, since the high crime rate was somehow finding a way to go even higher. 

And for whatever reason, he couldn’t track your phone. It was either shut off or covered in VPNs and anti-tracking technology. Why would you do that?

You could be anywhere. You could be in some old corner store buying liquor, or in an alleyway, getting mugged, or in— Tim didn’t want to think anymore. So, he did what he always did. 

Tim picked up his phone from the corner of his desk, turning it on. The bright screen illuminated his dark room, recoiling away before continuing. Tim scrolled through his contacts before coming across his best friend, Conner. 

They’d known each other a long time, helping each other with their missions, playing games, and going out with other friends when they had time. Tim pressed on his profile, trying to call him. Conner hung up, his voicemail playing in response. Tim furrowed his eyebrows, trying again, only to get the same result.

Tim gulped. Was there something wrong? Sure, maybe he was just busy, but usually Conner would say something before clicking Do Not Disturb, even just to brag. 

Tim reached back for his keyboard and mouse, tracking Conner’s location. He knew that Conner wouldn’t be very happy to learn that Tim was snooping around his life, but he just had to make sure nothing was wrong. 

When a location finally went off, he saw Conner was just at a café, seemingly fine. But Tim knew Conner well. He had to have been on a date. Why would Conner go on a date and not tell Tim? Maybe they were dangerous, or maybe Tim knew them. Deep down, Tim knew he was just being nosy. Conner wasn’t a bad guy.

Hesitantly, he typed into his computer, bypassing the passwords and hacking into the security cameras. It took a few moments, but soon enough, they started to go through.

When the cameras loaded in, Tim felt his heart drop. Sitting there with Conner was you. Laughing and smiling, like none of them were looking for you back here, in Gotham. And Conner knew everyone here in Gotham was looking for you, so why wouldn’t he immediately tell Tim about finding you? 

Tim sent a few slightly angry threats to Conner’s phone before standing up, furiously heading up to Bruce’s study to tell him the news. 

Tim knew Conner wasn’t like that. He knew that Conner probably had no idea of anything that was going on. He was also aware that Conner would never hurt you, not intentionally.

The hallways of the Wayne Manor felt longer and more somber than usual, perhaps due to his now-slow pace. They’d never really been good to you. Conner was better than most of them. Tim shook his head, knowing that he had no right to be angry with you or his longtime best friend.

As Tim hesitantly made his way up the stairs, he heard his name being called out behind him.

“Tim!” Stephanie called out, pulling down her Spoiler mask as she stepped forward. “Have you guys learned anything about where she is?”

Steph didn’t say your name. She didn’t need to. Tim looked over his shoulder in response, noticing Cass a few steps behind, still in her Batgirl costume. He gulped, then looked back towards the stairs. 

“No. Maybe B has something.” Tim answered, scrunching up his face in distaste at his lie.

After all, if Tim wanted to be a better brother, it had to start with the basics.

Getting you to trust him.

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BURNT OUT - Chapter 4

a/n: sorry guys this is both buns AND its kinda short :(( also idk where I'm going with this storyline?? I'm making it as I go lolz

i've been making sm batfam fanart but idk if I should post it here or on my main blog oof

tags: everyone's annoying, Conner kent, tim's indecisive, tim doesn't know how to feel, infantilization from the fam, reader needs to go live her life, everyone's having crazy mood swings

not proofread!

Conner Kent was a traitor.

He had to be. Why else would he go out with you?

Tim had to have told him who you were. 

You’d always hold your hand out, but he’d only reach back when you’d pull away.

And worst of all, you really believed Conner, you did. He was wonderful, beautiful, and so charming. Why would he lie? Why not take another route to figure this out ? Why would he look at you like that?

It felt like you’d been buried in quick-drying cement, which kept squeezing and scratching at your neck.

Your mouth was glued shut - it wasn’t like you could think of anything to say anyway. You should have known it was him; everything screamed at you from the beginning - though honestly, you assumed it might’ve been excitement.

You’d gotten glimpses and glances at Conner before, in the manor when you were younger. You never really talked - there wasn’t time to. He was only there when hanging out with Tim or tagging along with a tall, well-built man. Clark. The man wasn’t confident, but clearly not clueless. 

Now wasn’t a good time to be thinking about his family. You clasped your bag on the seat next to you, hastily standing up, muttering a rushed apology behind you as you ran for the door. This had to be Tim. This was your vacation, not some time for your family to try to take control over whatever they thought they had with you.

Coffee long forgotten, Conner yelled out to you, your name ringing out in the air like a sorry promise. You could hear him trying to say something, but your mind was already occupied with leaving. 

As you ran down the street, looking for somewhere quiet to stop, thoughts of him further plagued your mind. He was really nice, like you remembered from when you were younger. God, if only Bruce could stay ignorant, like before.

You felt like some main character in a sick, sadistic story where they never escape their fate. 

Tim was always intelligent, you knew that. You also knew that he was good at finding and putting things together. He was always the hardest for you to trust, mostly because you never got the chance to talk to him when he was either cooped up in his room or half asleep on the couch. You never really knew much about his personality, other than the fact that he was smart with most things, including emotions. Though, he never really used that intelligence when interacting with you. 

But, if you had to choose anyone in the family to stay in a room with, you’d pick Cass, with Tim a tight second. They were both awkward. The awkwardness was kind of… comforting. Seeing an emotion other than indifference was a lot better.

Footsteps echoed behind you, quiet at first before suddenly being right beside you. 

“Y/N.” Conner panted, a coffee held in each hand. “I swear, let me explain.” 

Dread filled your chest. You already hated this.

“Conner, I don’t think this is-” You began, but quieted down when he motioned for you to follow him into an alley to talk. 

“Taking me to a secluded place isn’t winning me over.” You sighed, but quickly stepped after him between the buildings. 

Now that you can think clearly, cutting Conner off might not be the best choice. If Tim really did send him, there was nothing you could do. You knew Tim was crazy smart with finding things, though you weren’t really sure why. Conner could at least keep you updated on how crazy they’re being, and you’d know when to get the hell out of there. 

And if Conner really wasn’t having anything to do with Tim? At least thirsting over him wouldn’t be too stressful. 

Conner offered a warm coffee cup to you, still half full. “I, uh, figured you might still want it.” 

You let out a soft sigh, humming softly in agreement as you held the warm cup in your hands. “How’d you find out? Did Tim send you to mess this up since I blocked him?” You asked, shifting your weight back and forth.

Conner looked up at you and then turned towards the busy sidewalk close by, which was bustling with people trying to run errands before traffic started. 

“He texted me earlier - said everyone was going crazy looking for you. He was freaking out too.” Conner began, fidgeting with the cardboard cup sleeve. “Then, he apparently checked the cameras of that café we were at and saw me with you. He went batshit on me.”

You let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding. It seems Conner really wasn’t with him. 

“Sorry, then. I should’ve waited.” You looked up at Conner, your somber eyes locking with his bright blue ones. “Sorry for making us leave, too. I really enjoyed that, don’t take it the wrong way.”

Conner let out a laugh under his breath, relaxing slightly. “They’re- they’re complicated. Tim’s awesome, but he’s just - they’re all just a bit unstable nowadays. I’m not sure what happened.” He shook his head. Clearly, he still deeply cared for Tim. They’d always been close. “It might’ve been good that we left. He’s been more impulsive lately. I wouldn’t be surprised if he showed up here.”

You nodded, deep in thought. “I don’t want to let them ruin my vacation. There has to be somewhere they can’t find us, even for an hour.”

It was beautiful in Metropolis. More lively, full of energy. The birds sang, the sun would shine - even the heroes around here seemed to have more happiness than Gotham’s vigilantes. Gotham was constantly shrouded in fog at night, with dangers lurking around every corner, even in broad daylight. Here, you never had to worry about being killed in a mugging or gang fight. It was safer. Kinder.

“Maybe we can hang out again before you leave - away from Tim’s cameras?” Conner suggested, giving a small smile. 

You returned it, looking down at your feet as a slight warmth rose to your cheeks. “I’d like that. I’ll text you.” You turned back to the entrance of the alley, stepping out onto the sidewalk. “Take care.”

“You too. See you around.” Conner playfully replied, a teasing grin on his face.

Tim was exhausted. 

Since Dick realized you were gone and told everyone, Bruce has been on his back to find a hint, some clues, anything. 

Tim had already gone through almost half of the cameras in Gotham, but he’d found nothing. There were only a few blind spots in Gotham nowadays, since the high crime rate was somehow finding a way to go even higher. 

And for whatever reason, he couldn’t track your phone. It was either shut off or covered in VPNs and anti-tracking technology. Why would you do that?

You could be anywhere. You could be in some old corner store buying liquor, or in an alleyway, getting mugged, or in— Tim didn’t want to think anymore. So, he did what he always did. 

Tim picked up his phone from the corner of his desk, turning it on. The bright screen illuminated his dark room, recoiling away before continuing. Tim scrolled through his contacts before coming across his best friend, Conner. 

They’d known each other a long time, helping each other with their missions, playing games, and going out with other friends when they had time. Tim pressed on his profile, trying to call him. Conner hung up, his voicemail playing in response. Tim furrowed his eyebrows, trying again, only to get the same result.

Tim gulped. Was there something wrong? Sure, maybe he was just busy, but usually Conner would say something before clicking Do Not Disturb, even just to brag. 

Tim reached back for his keyboard and mouse, tracking Conner’s location. He knew that Conner wouldn’t be very happy to learn that Tim was snooping around his life, but he just had to make sure nothing was wrong. 

When a location finally went off, he saw Conner was just at a café, seemingly fine. But Tim knew Conner well. He had to have been on a date. Why would Conner go on a date and not tell Tim? Maybe they were dangerous, or maybe Tim knew them. Deep down, Tim knew he was just being nosy. Conner wasn’t a bad guy.

Hesitantly, he typed into his computer, bypassing the passwords and hacking into the security cameras. It took a few moments, but soon enough, they started to go through.

When the cameras loaded in, Tim felt his heart drop. Sitting there with Conner was you. Laughing and smiling, like none of them were looking for you back here, in Gotham. And Conner knew everyone here in Gotham was looking for you, so why wouldn’t he immediately tell Tim about finding you? 

Tim sent a few slightly angry threats to Conner’s phone before standing up, furiously heading up to Bruce’s study to tell him the news. 

Tim knew Conner wasn’t like that. He knew that Conner probably had no idea of anything that was going on. He was also aware that Conner would never hurt you, not intentionally.

The hallways of the Wayne Manor felt longer and more somber than usual, perhaps due to his now-slow pace. They’d never really been good to you. Conner was better than most of them. Tim shook his head, knowing that he had no right to be angry with you or his longtime best friend.

As Tim hesitantly made his way up the stairs, he heard his name being called out behind him.

“Tim!” Stephanie called out, pulling down her Spoiler mask as she stepped forward. “Have you guys learned anything about where she is?”

Steph didn’t say your name. She didn’t need to. Tim looked over his shoulder in response, noticing Cass a few steps behind, still in her Batgirl costume. He gulped, then looked back towards the stairs. 

“No. Maybe B has something.” Tim answered, scrunching up his face in distaste at his lie.

After all, if Tim wanted to be a better brother, it had to start with the basics.

Getting you to trust him.

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BURNT OUT - Chapter 4

a/n: sorry guys this is both buns AND its kinda short :(( also idk where I'm going with this storyline?? I'm making it as I go lolz

i've been making sm batfam fanart but idk if I should post it here or on my main blog oof

tags: everyone's annoying, Conner kent, tim's indecisive, tim doesn't know how to feel, infantilization from the fam, reader needs to go live her life, everyone's having crazy mood swings

SORRY, credits for dividers: chrisssiren

not proofread!

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Conner Kent was a traitor.

He had to be. Why else would he go out with you?

Tim had to have told him who you were. 

You’d always hold your hand out, but he’d only reach back when you’d pull away.

And worst of all, you really believed Conner, you did. He was wonderful, beautiful, and so charming. Why would he lie? Why not take another route to figure this out ? Why would he look at you like that?

It felt like you’d been buried in quick-drying cement, which kept squeezing and scratching at your neck.

Your mouth was glued shut - it wasn’t like you could think of anything to say anyway. You should have known it was him; everything screamed at you from the beginning - though honestly, you assumed it might’ve been excitement.

You’d gotten glimpses and glances at Conner before, in the manor when you were younger. You never really talked - there wasn’t time to. He was only there when hanging out with Tim or tagging along with a tall, well-built man. Clark. The man wasn’t confident, but clearly not clueless. 

Now wasn’t a good time to be thinking about his family. You clasped your bag on the seat next to you, hastily standing up, muttering a rushed apology behind you as you ran for the door. This had to be Tim. This was your vacation, not some time for your family to try to take control over whatever they thought they had with you.

Coffee long forgotten, Conner yelled out to you, your name ringing out in the air like a sorry promise. You could hear him trying to say something, but your mind was already occupied with leaving. 

As you ran down the street, looking for somewhere quiet to stop, thoughts of him further plagued your mind. He was really nice, like you remembered from when you were younger. God, if only Bruce could stay ignorant, like before.

You felt like some main character in a sick, sadistic story where they never escape their fate. 

Tim was always intelligent, you knew that. You also knew that he was good at finding and putting things together. He was always the hardest for you to trust, mostly because you never got the chance to talk to him when he was either cooped up in his room or half asleep on the couch. You never really knew much about his personality, other than the fact that he was smart with most things, including emotions. Though, he never really used that intelligence when interacting with you. 

But, if you had to choose anyone in the family to stay in a room with, you’d pick Cass, with Tim a tight second. They were both awkward. The awkwardness was kind of… comforting. Seeing an emotion other than indifference was a lot better.

Footsteps echoed behind you, quiet at first before suddenly being right beside you. 

“Y/N.” Conner panted, a coffee held in each hand. “I swear, let me explain.” 

Dread filled your chest. You already hated this.

“Conner, I don’t think this is-” You began, but quieted down when he motioned for you to follow him into an alley to talk. 

“Taking me to a secluded place isn’t winning me over.” You sighed, but quickly stepped after him between the buildings. 

Now that you can think clearly, cutting Conner off might not be the best choice. If Tim really did send him, there was nothing you could do. You knew Tim was crazy smart with finding things, though you weren’t really sure why. Conner could at least keep you updated on how crazy they’re being, and you’d know when to get the hell out of there. 

And if Conner really wasn’t having anything to do with Tim? At least thirsting over him wouldn’t be too stressful. 

Conner offered a warm coffee cup to you, still half full. “I, uh, figured you might still want it.” 

You let out a soft sigh, humming softly in agreement as you held the warm cup in your hands. “How’d you find out? Did Tim send you to mess this up since I blocked him?” You asked, shifting your weight back and forth.

Conner looked up at you and then turned towards the busy sidewalk close by, which was bustling with people trying to run errands before traffic started. 

“He texted me earlier - said everyone was going crazy looking for you. He was freaking out too.” Conner began, fidgeting with the cardboard cup sleeve. “Then, he apparently checked the cameras of that café we were at and saw me with you. He went batshit on me.”

You let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding. It seems Conner really wasn’t with him. 

“Sorry, then. I should’ve waited.” You looked up at Conner, your somber eyes locking with his bright blue ones. “Sorry for making us leave, too. I really enjoyed that, don’t take it the wrong way.”

Conner let out a laugh under his breath, relaxing slightly. “They’re- they’re complicated. Tim’s awesome, but he’s just - they’re all just a bit unstable nowadays. I’m not sure what happened.” He shook his head. Clearly, he still deeply cared for Tim. They’d always been close. “It might’ve been good that we left. He’s been more impulsive lately. I wouldn’t be surprised if he showed up here.”

You nodded, deep in thought. “I don’t want to let them ruin my vacation. There has to be somewhere they can’t find us, even for an hour.”

It was beautiful in Metropolis. More lively, full of energy. The birds sang, the sun would shine - even the heroes around here seemed to have more happiness than Gotham’s vigilantes. Gotham was constantly shrouded in fog at night, with dangers lurking around every corner, even in broad daylight. Here, you never had to worry about being killed in a mugging or gang fight. It was safer. Kinder.

“Maybe we can hang out again before you leave - away from Tim’s cameras?” Conner suggested, giving a small smile. 

You returned it, looking down at your feet as a slight warmth rose to your cheeks. “I’d like that. I’ll text you.” You turned back to the entrance of the alley, stepping out onto the sidewalk. “Take care.”

“You too. See you around.” Conner playfully replied, a teasing grin on his face.

Tim was exhausted. 

Since Dick realized you were gone and told everyone, Bruce has been on his back to find a hint, some clues, anything. 

Tim had already gone through almost half of the cameras in Gotham, but he’d found nothing. There were only a few blind spots in Gotham nowadays, since the high crime rate was somehow finding a way to go even higher. 

And for whatever reason, he couldn’t track your phone. It was either shut off or covered in VPNs and anti-tracking technology. Why would you do that?

You could be anywhere. You could be in some old corner store buying liquor, or in an alleyway, getting mugged, or in— Tim didn’t want to think anymore. So, he did what he always did. 

Tim picked up his phone from the corner of his desk, turning it on. The bright screen illuminated his dark room, recoiling away before continuing. Tim scrolled through his contacts before coming across his best friend, Conner. 

They’d known each other a long time, helping each other with their missions, playing games, and going out with other friends when they had time. Tim pressed on his profile, trying to call him. Conner hung up, his voicemail playing in response. Tim furrowed his eyebrows, trying again, only to get the same result.

Tim gulped. Was there something wrong? Sure, maybe he was just busy, but usually Conner would say something before clicking Do Not Disturb, even just to brag. 

Tim reached back for his keyboard and mouse, tracking Conner’s location. He knew that Conner wouldn’t be very happy to learn that Tim was snooping around his life, but he just had to make sure nothing was wrong. 

When a location finally went off, he saw Conner was just at a café, seemingly fine. But Tim knew Conner well. He had to have been on a date. Why would Conner go on a date and not tell Tim? Maybe they were dangerous, or maybe Tim knew them. Deep down, Tim knew he was just being nosy. Conner wasn’t a bad guy.

Hesitantly, he typed into his computer, bypassing the passwords and hacking into the security cameras. It took a few moments, but soon enough, they started to go through.

When the cameras loaded in, Tim felt his heart drop. Sitting there with Conner was you. Laughing and smiling, like none of them were looking for you back here, in Gotham. And Conner knew everyone here in Gotham was looking for you, so why wouldn’t he immediately tell Tim about finding you? 

Tim sent a few slightly angry threats to Conner’s phone before standing up, furiously heading up to Bruce’s study to tell him the news. 

Tim knew Conner wasn’t like that. He knew that Conner probably had no idea of anything that was going on. He was also aware that Conner would never hurt you, not intentionally.

The hallways of the Wayne Manor felt longer and more somber than usual, perhaps due to his now-slow pace. They’d never really been good to you. Conner was better than most of them. Tim shook his head, knowing that he had no right to be angry with you or his longtime best friend.

As Tim hesitantly made his way up the stairs, he heard his name being called out behind him.

“Tim!” Stephanie called out, pulling down her Spoiler mask as she stepped forward. “Have you guys learned anything about where she is?”

Steph didn’t say your name. She didn’t need to. Tim looked over his shoulder in response, noticing Cass a few steps behind, still in her Batgirl costume. He gulped, then looked back towards the stairs. 

“No. Maybe B has something.” Tim answered, scrunching up his face in distaste at his lie.

After all, if Tim wanted to be a better brother, it had to start with the basics.

Getting you to trust him.

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SORRY I FORGOT TO PUT IN PARTS OF THE TAGLIST </3 fjdnskejn

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wait I'm finally finished chapter 4 of burnt out guys are you proud??? it'll be out soon tehe

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GUYS im actually working on chapter 4 of burnt out now! it'll most likely be out some point next week

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chhhhaaaatttt chapter 4 of Burnt Out might take a few more weeks, i'm reading more cass comics :))

i wanna make her and steph all sad and mushy too so stay tuned <3

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BURNT OUT - chapter 3

a/n: idk why this took me so long to post chat </3 this chapter kinda sucks ass but i swear i'll be better next one!!! also i swear kon's getting redeemed i promisealso sorry for it being so short </3

tags/warnings: batfams getting a bit more obsessive, Bruce is babying reader, reader's paranoid, reader's ANGRY

credits for dividers: rmstitanics & enchanthings (thank you!)

Your heart raced, blood pumping through your veins at a hundred miles per hour. 

But, for once, it wasn’t out of fear. Not even stress. It was pure frustration. You had lived in that cold brick mansion for years, and they hadn’t once noticed you. And the one time you decide to leave, they feel like they have the right to scold you? 

How pathetic.

One of the first texts you could read was from Bruce. You scoffed, looking it over.

‘Come back home. It’s dangerous for you to be alone. Don’t be immature.”

Immature?

Your knuckles were turning white from how hard you were clenching your fists. You stood up abruptly, quickly heading out of your hotel room before shutting the door behind you to avoid waking up your friends. 

Anger clouded your mind. Nothing gave them the right to tell you what’s best for yourself. Especially when actively putting themselves in harm’s way in Halloween costumes.

They always thought they were discreet with their night patrols. They had no idea you knew who they were - and honestly? They weren’t very good at keeping you away from it. Memories flashed in your head of all of their endeavors. 

You knew how quickly they could find you if they wanted to. There was nothing that could stop them. You immediately started to respond, typing back a mixture of swears and curses before pausing. 

Were they really worth it? Would they even listen? 

A hiss escaped your lips, holding your phone with a tighter grip than before. You couldn’t risk it. You knew Tim could trace texts.

You deleted the string of nonsense, sighing before looking down the hallway in thought. After a second or so, you looked back down at your phone, going through each contact and clicking the block button. They weren’t worth your anger and tears. They weren’t worth your time.

As you turned off your phone, you realized that all you really had other than your family was Alfred and your friends. You appreciated them, you did, but you also longed for more. For a real connection.

Just as you finished that thought, as if on cue, your phone lit up.

An unknown caller. Most days, you’d hang up or ignore unknown callers, but something pulled you to click accept. 

“Guess who!” The voice came through, familiar and playful.

After a beat of silence, you laughed softly. “Conner, right?”

He laughed on the other end with you, loud and endearing.

“Yeah.” You could hear him smile on the other end, and then go quiet for a flash before returning to his confident self. “Uh, hey - I was wondering if you’re doing anything today.” 

“Depends.” You teased. “Why are you asking?” 

“So we can have a date.” He playfully deadpanned, but quickly went back to cocky. “You like coffee or tea?” 

Your face reddened. It wasn’t the first time you’d been asked out, but it felt different with him.

“I like coffee.” You replied after a minute, slowly pacing around in the hallway. 

You could feel his excitement through the phone. It sounds weird, but you just… could. Your heart fluttered.

“I’ll text you the details then. See you later?” 

“See you later.” 

Your face reddened, a smile making its way to your once-angry face. Conner’s personality was even better than last night, if that was even possible - and it wasn’t just how he acted. His face and physique were another plus one. 

When you had ended the call with him earlier on, you had run back in to your friends in excitement, who unfortunately had woken up from your silent rage. Despite missing their slumber, they were ecstatic for you. 

They helped you choose an outfit and do your hair - only making you love them more. Your friends were your saviors.

Conner had picked you up from your hotel on a motorcycle, offering you an extra helmet. You had held on tight to him, getting a chance to feel his physique. It was kind of unusual how well-built he was. You knew it was a weird thought, but your brain was giving you mixed signals.

Conner took you to a nearby coffee shop - and despite it not being fancy, you were wooed. He had manners, and he really paid attention to what you said. He asked questions, didn’t cut you off, and was just as dashing as last night.

Unfortunately for you, you were missing a lot. 

After checking his phone, Conner seemed a bit nervous. He fidgeted with the hem of his leather sleeve, which you had given back once you met up again, and tried to keep up his confident persona.

After a few minutes of awkward conversation, you couldn’t ignore it anymore. “Conner? Are, uh, you okay?” You asked, worry in your voice. Did you really freak out your first good date in, what? Ten minutes? This had to be a joke.

“Yeah, sorry, just a question.” He looked up at you, a sudden anxiety in his tone.

You hesitated, but signalled for him to continue. “Go ahead.”

“Is your last name Wayne?” 

You stopped for a second, silence engulfing you. “... yeah, I suppose we never got around to telling each other our last names. I didn’t think it was important, considering-”

Holy crap.

That's why he was so familiar.

He was Tim’s best friend.

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BURNT OUT - chapter 3

a/n: idk why this took me so long to post chat </3 this chapter kinda sucks ass but i swear i'll be better next one!!! also i swear kon's getting redeemed i promisealso sorry for it being so short </3

tags/warnings: batfams getting a bit more obsessive, Bruce is babying reader, reader's paranoid, reader's ANGRY

credits for dividers: rmstitanics & enchanthings (thank you!)

Your heart raced, blood pumping through your veins at a hundred miles per hour. 

But, for once, it wasn’t out of fear. Not even stress. It was pure frustration. You had lived in that cold brick mansion for years, and they hadn’t once noticed you. And the one time you decide to leave, they feel like they have the right to scold you? 

How pathetic.

One of the first texts you could read was from Bruce. You scoffed, looking it over.

‘Come back home. It’s dangerous for you to be alone. Don’t be immature.”

Immature?

Your knuckles were turning white from how hard you were clenching your fists. You stood up abruptly, quickly heading out of your hotel room before shutting the door behind you to avoid waking up your friends. 

Anger clouded your mind. Nothing gave them the right to tell you what’s best for yourself. Especially when actively putting themselves in harm’s way in Halloween costumes.

They always thought they were discreet with their night patrols. They had no idea you knew who they were - and honestly? They weren’t very good at keeping you away from it. Memories flashed in your head of all of their endeavors. 

You knew how quickly they could find you if they wanted to. There was nothing that could stop them. You immediately started to respond, typing back a mixture of swears and curses before pausing. 

Were they really worth it? Would they even listen? 

A hiss escaped your lips, holding your phone with a tighter grip than before. You couldn’t risk it. You knew Tim could trace texts.

You deleted the string of nonsense, sighing before looking down the hallway in thought. After a second or so, you looked back down at your phone, going through each contact and clicking the block button. They weren’t worth your anger and tears. They weren’t worth your time.

As you turned off your phone, you realized that all you really had other than your family was Alfred and your friends. You appreciated them, you did, but you also longed for more. For a real connection.

Just as you finished that thought, as if on cue, your phone lit up.

An unknown caller. Most days, you’d hang up or ignore unknown callers, but something pulled you to click accept. 

“Guess who!” The voice came through, familiar and playful.

After a beat of silence, you laughed softly. “Conner, right?”

He laughed on the other end with you, loud and endearing.

“Yeah.” You could hear him smile on the other end, and then go quiet for a flash before returning to his confident self. “Uh, hey - I was wondering if you’re doing anything today.” 

“Depends.” You teased. “Why are you asking?” 

“So we can have a date.” He playfully deadpanned, but quickly went back to cocky. “You like coffee or tea?” 

Your face reddened. It wasn’t the first time you’d been asked out, but it felt different with him.

“I like coffee.” You replied after a minute, slowly pacing around in the hallway. 

You could feel his excitement through the phone. It sounds weird, but you just… could. Your heart fluttered.

“I’ll text you the details then. See you later?” 

“See you later.” 

Your face reddened, a smile making its way to your once-angry face. Conner’s personality was even better than last night, if that was even possible - and it wasn’t just how he acted. His face and physique were another plus one. 

When you had ended the call with him earlier on, you had run back in to your friends in excitement, who unfortunately had woken up from your silent rage. Despite missing their slumber, they were ecstatic for you. 

They helped you choose an outfit and do your hair - only making you love them more. Your friends were your saviors.

Conner had picked you up from your hotel on a motorcycle, offering you an extra helmet. You had held on tight to him, getting a chance to feel his physique. It was kind of unusual how well-built he was. You knew it was a weird thought, but your brain was giving you mixed signals.

Conner took you to a nearby coffee shop - and despite it not being fancy, you were wooed. He had manners, and he really paid attention to what you said. He asked questions, didn’t cut you off, and was just as dashing as last night.

Unfortunately for you, you were missing a lot. 

After checking his phone, Conner seemed a bit nervous. He fidgeted with the hem of his leather sleeve, which you had given back once you met up again, and tried to keep up his confident persona.

After a few minutes of awkward conversation, you couldn’t ignore it anymore. “Conner? Are, uh, you okay?” You asked, worry in your voice. Did you really freak out your first good date in, what? Ten minutes? This had to be a joke.

“Yeah, sorry, just a question.” He looked up at you, a sudden anxiety in his tone.

You hesitated, but signalled for him to continue. “Go ahead.”

“Is your last name Wayne?” 

You stopped for a second, silence engulfing you. “... yeah, I suppose we never got around to telling each other our last names. I didn’t think it was important, considering-”

Holy crap.

That's why he was so familiar.

He was Tim’s best friend.

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BURNT OUT - chapter 3

a/n: idk why this took me so long to post chat </3 this chapter kinda sucks ass but i swear i'll be better next one!!! also i swear kon's getting redeemed i promisealso sorry for it being so short </3

tags/warnings: batfams getting a bit more obsessive, Bruce is babying reader, reader's paranoid, reader's ANGRY

credits for dividers: rmstitanics & enchanthings (thank you!)

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Your heart raced, blood pumping through your veins at a hundred miles per hour. 

But, for once, it wasn’t out of fear. Not even stress. It was pure frustration. You had lived in that cold brick mansion for years, and they hadn’t once noticed you. And the one time you decide to leave, they feel like they have the right to scold you? 

How pathetic.

One of the first texts you could read was from Bruce. You scoffed, looking it over.

‘Come back home. It’s dangerous for you to be alone. Don’t be immature.”

Immature?

Your knuckles were turning white from how hard you were clenching your fists. You stood up abruptly, quickly heading out of your hotel room before shutting the door behind you to avoid waking up your friends. 

Anger clouded your mind. Nothing gave them the right to tell you what’s best for yourself. Especially when actively putting themselves in harm’s way in Halloween costumes.

They always thought they were discreet with their night patrols. They had no idea you knew who they were - and honestly? They weren’t very good at keeping you away from it. Memories flashed in your head of all of their endeavors. 

You knew how quickly they could find you if they wanted to. There was nothing that could stop them. You immediately started to respond, typing back a mixture of swears and curses before pausing. 

Were they really worth it? Would they even listen? 

A hiss escaped your lips, holding your phone with a tighter grip than before. You couldn’t risk it. You knew Tim could trace texts.

You deleted the string of nonsense, sighing before looking down the hallway in thought. After a second or so, you looked back down at your phone, going through each contact and clicking the block button. They weren’t worth your anger and tears. They weren’t worth your time.

As you turned off your phone, you realized that all you really had other than your family was Alfred and your friends. You appreciated them, you did, but you also longed for more. For a real connection.

Just as you finished that thought, as if on cue, your phone lit up.

An unknown caller. Most days, you’d hang up or ignore unknown callers, but something pulled you to click accept. 

“Guess who!” The voice came through, familiar and playful.

After a beat of silence, you laughed softly. “Conner, right?”

He laughed on the other end with you, loud and endearing.

“Yeah.” You could hear him smile on the other end, and then go quiet for a flash before returning to his confident self. “Uh, hey - I was wondering if you’re doing anything today.” 

“Depends.” You teased. “Why are you asking?” 

“So we can have a date.” He playfully deadpanned, but quickly went back to cocky. “You like coffee or tea?” 

Your face reddened. It wasn’t the first time you’d been asked out, but it felt different with him.

“I like coffee.” You replied after a minute, slowly pacing around in the hallway. 

You could feel his excitement through the phone. It sounds weird, but you just… could. Your heart fluttered.

“I’ll text you the details then. See you later?” 

“See you later.” 

Your face reddened, a smile making its way to your once-angry face. Conner’s personality was even better than last night, if that was even possible - and it wasn’t just how he acted. His face and physique were another plus one. 

When you had ended the call with him earlier on, you had run back in to your friends in excitement, who unfortunately had woken up from your silent rage. Despite missing their slumber, they were ecstatic for you. 

They helped you choose an outfit and do your hair - only making you love them more. Your friends were your saviors.

Conner had picked you up from your hotel on a motorcycle, offering you an extra helmet. You had held on tight to him, getting a chance to feel his physique. It was kind of unusual how well-built he was. You knew it was a weird thought, but your brain was giving you mixed signals.

Conner took you to a nearby coffee shop - and despite it not being fancy, you were wooed. He had manners, and he really paid attention to what you said. He asked questions, didn’t cut you off, and was just as dashing as last night.

Unfortunately for you, you were missing a lot. 

After checking his phone, Conner seemed a bit nervous. He fidgeted with the hem of his leather sleeve, which you had given back once you met up again, and tried to keep up his confident persona.

After a few minutes of awkward conversation, you couldn’t ignore it anymore. “Conner? Are, uh, you okay?” You asked, worry in your voice. Did you really freak out your first good date in, what? Ten minutes? This had to be a joke.

“Yeah, sorry, just a question.” He looked up at you, a sudden anxiety in his tone.

You hesitated, but signalled for him to continue. “Go ahead.”

“Is your last name Wayne?” 

You stopped for a second, silence engulfing you. “... yeah, I suppose we never got around to telling each other our last names. I didn’t think it was important, considering-”

Holy crap.

That's why he was so familiar.

He was Tim’s best friend.

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