(I haven’t written about this since last year so sorry if it’s not the best!)
*Dear myself, today it’ll be an amazing day as always i’ll be perfect and Saiki will confess his love to me at school! And we’ll be happily ever after!*
While you were getting ready, the memories from last night flood back to you as if trying to attack you *stupid jason and stupid damian! How dare they do this to me! I just hope they didn’t tell anyone else about this- agh!*
“I’m sure today will be amazing! I’ll see Saiki and i-i don’t know gosh! It can’t be that hard just say hi and talk to him! Yes!”
As you make your way to school you can’t help to think that Damian wasn’t there and Jason didn’t snitch on you well that’s good right? Dick would be so annoying if he found out about this.
Well it doesn’t matter i don’t care what they think- as long as i can be with Saiki!
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The school day was normal, boys stuttering while asking you out and you gently rejecting them hoping Saiki saw you and realized his feeling for you
‘Oh you want to ask me out? Oh i’m not sure my boyfriend would love that…”
And then Saiki can come over and say ‘
‘Oh no she’s my girlfriend so back off!’ (Oh i’d really love that)
(What’s wrong with you?) Saiki who was sitting nearby had the luck to hear what you were thinking and unlike you was not excited about that fantasy
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The highlight of your day was when the teacher announced that the class would be presenting a play to the parents you don’t know why tbh but of course you were chosen as the main character for the show-
Little Red Riding Hood?! Do they think i’m seven?!
I hope atleast Saiki will be the hunter and he can save me from the ugly wolf
As you were gods favorite he did indeed get the hunter amazing! Now he had no other choice than to talk to you!
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The play was actually really fun to do
(Nendou was the wolf, Saiki was the hunter, Yumehara was the mother and you were Little Red Riding Hood and Kaidou and Hairo were in charge of directing)
The parents loved it of course
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Saiki was on his way home when you spotted him and before he could leave you catched up to him
“Hey Saiki! Are you going home? The play was fun wasn’t it?-wouldyouliketogotoacafewithme?!”
(I did it! The best thing is now he doesn’t have to be scared to ask me out!)
(Oh damn it think-) “Oh wow Teruhashi i’d love that!”
(He said oh wow! Oh My god! Whatdoidoomgomgomggggejjwjdhajj)
“Oh uh! Yeah- eh oh my dad is callingme! I- i have to go sorry tomorrow okay?! BYE!” Runs away
I’ve had this collecting dust since like January so o decided to post it 🙏
@thecorefrisk sorry it took way to long 😢
News are heard in all of Gotham of the engagement between you and fiyero.
You were really happy but was he?
He never really proposed to you- but you convinced yourself that he did love you. That was your first mistake.
“We’re engaged?”
“Are you happy?”
“You know me, i’m always happy.”
…
You should’ve noticed by then. But you didn’t
Still those words wouldn’t leave your mind, you talked about it with Stephanie she told you that whatever you chose she’d be with you, she’s really nice.
Talking with Cassandra or Jason seemed pointless cause they disliked Fiyero.
You didn’t want to worry your father about stuff that seemed pointless so you asked Stephanie to keep quiet.
Secrets are unexistent in a family of vigilantes so soon after everyone knew but were smart enough to keep their opinions to themselves, afterall it’s not like Fiyero meant it that way.
The night before your wedding you were having a small conversation with -($-“@:
“I’m not sure if he feels the same- it’s just!”
Stephanie adjusted herself in her seat “If you’re not sure about his feelings for you then why marry him at all? Please you’re a Wayne! For heavens sake! And if it’s not with him then it’ll be with another- there are many options- would you like me to list all of them?”
You sipped your tea and made a discomfort sound at the burning tea “damn it” then looked at Stephanie once again “But still it’s not like i can just call off the wedding one night before it! What would everyone say?!”
“And i’m a public figure now. People expect me to-“
“Lie about a happy marriage-?”
“Be the spotlight of their day and help them go on”
You stood up quickly- well this has been something. “Thank you Steph but i got to go get ready for tomorrow. If you’ll excuse me.”
As you leave her words are stuck in your head just like Fiyero’s.
The next day on the brides room (timeskip :b)
Knock knock.
You turn around to stare at the door, your bridesmaids (Cassandra and Stephanie) already left so who could be there?
“Come in!”
After that the door opens and Bruce steps into the room
Okay, just one more arranged marriage zuko request, IF YOU WANT. Please disregard if it's annoying or stupid. But can we see what it's like the first time they cuddle? Like yes they shared a bed, but that doesn't mean they slept close to each other ya know. I figured it was kinda an opposite ends type of thing. But maybe one night it's very cold, there's a chill in the room that the blankets can't keep out so your body instinctively seeks out the next best thing: your fiery husband on the other end. Maybe it happens a few times in a row, you always wake up and apologize, say it won't happen again, you don't want to overstep. But it just keeps happening, and now zuko takes measures to make sure it keeps happening. Leaving the balcony door open, not stoking the fire properly, replacing the blanket with one just a touch lighter, anything to get you snuggling up to him
SNEAKY ZUKOOOO!!! anon i loooove your brain- it's so good!!!
The first time it happened, Zuko wasn't sure what to do. So, he stayed absolutely still so whatever was happening, didn't stop happening.
Winter had begun, and though it never got so cold in the Fire Nation, tonight was colder than usual. He always knew he ran warm. Being a FireBender and being taught that technique by Iroh, it just was second nature to him to always be warm. Warmer than an average person.
It made sense why you gravitated towards him. You were cold and he was warm. And you just ... moved towards the warmth. Curling against his side, your feet rubbing against his calves, your hand at his chest, your face smushed against his bicep. Anything and everything to just stop you from shivering.
He didn't dare move. He didn't want to spook you. He liked the feeling of you next to him. So close to him. Zuko was slowly losing himself to his fantasiess when he didn't realize that he'd moved his arm, allowing you to curl against his chest and his hand was on your back now, drawing gentle circles when suddenly you jolted straight up. He instantly closed his eyes and pretended to be asleep.
You stared down and your eyes were wide with shock.
"Spirits- What am I doing?!" You mumbled to yourself, whispering apologies and scooted away from him.
He peeked out of one eye and watched you fuss around, find a thicker blanket and curl up in it away from him. He sighed with a frown and turned his back to you and tired to fall asleep. But the feeling of you against him was overwhelming and better than any dream he could've had.
And that's why he's currently doing what he has been doing for the past week.
Every night, he would wake up once he was sure you were fast asleep and try to make the room a little colder. Not uncomfortable or something that might make you sick- No- Just enough that you'd gently, unknowingly, seek his warmth out in sleep.
So far, out of seven nights, he'd succeeded five times. The balcony door left open, the fires under the bed lowered, the blankets changed to the lighter ones-
By the eighth night, he was starting to be shameless about it. He'd stay awake, his arm lightly open, just waiting for you to curl against him due to the awful temperature of the room.
As the night deepened and the temperature dropped further, he simply lay awake. Waiting. And trying not to let the guilt of it all from hitting him. He justified it by telling himself that you wouldn't seek him out if you didn't feel safe with him- And besides... there's nothing with a wife touching her husband?
He knew for a fact that he didn't mind your closeness. And if you minded it- You wouldn't come to him every night as you did.
Unbeknownst to him- You were perfectly aware of Zuko's antics because on the third night, you'd asked the servants why the room was colder than usual and they'd all told you honestly that the Fire Lord had complained that it was too warm, hence the change of blankets and the lessening of the fires.
Honestly, half the time you had to bite the inside of your cheek to stop yourself from laughing. Because, whilst Zuko was phenomenal in dancing circles around the councillors and ambassadors, he was absolutely awful at domestic deception.
Worst of all was how he pretended to be asleep. You'd seen the man sleep for months now. He would not know which way was up if he was actually asleep. Hair a mess, limbs everywhere, drooling and mumbling- But when he pretended? He'd be laying straight and stiff, an arm open for you, eyes shut so tight you wondered if he had a headache.
So, tonight, you decided to play it your way.
The night grew darker and the room grew colder. On the other side of the bed, Zuko was pretending to be asleep. Meanwhile, you? You were wrapped in three blankets and curled up into yourself. After ages, you heard an annoyed groan. You could hear him tossing and then laying straight again in wait for you.
Finally, after ages, you decided to put your husband out of his misery. You yawned, and rolled closer. Instant warmth wrapped around you and you let out a sleepy sigh, then felt Zuko relax next to you. You peeked from one eye and saw him smiling as he stared at the ceiling whilst his hand caressed at your back.
"My Lord-" You whispered and his entire body went stiff again, his eyes screwed shut, pretending to be sleeping. "Is my Lord asleep?" You couldn't help the giggle that left you. "My poor husband." You sighed, "Works so hard every day- Sleeps so deeply that he never even knows that his wife seeks out his warmth every night." You saw him swallow visibly.
"You are a cruel woman." He mumbled and you laughed.
"And you are a terrible actor." You shot back.
"Am not-" Zuko pouted, eyes opened to look at you. He sighed and surrendered, his hand continuing its previous movement across your back. "I just- I didn't realize how much better I sleep like this." His body grew warmer to help you not shiver anymore.
"So you decided that instead of talking to me like a grown man, you would commit climactic warfare?" You mused.
"I didn't think you'd agree." He confessed as shame coloured the tips of his ears. "But- But I guess now I can just hold you?" He asked hopefully. "I wouldn't have to resort to... schemes." He laughed nervously, gulping with anticipation.
"Hmmm... I'll figure out a punishment for you yet." You said sleepily, curling next to him.
"I await it with honour." He smiled, his cheek pressed against your head as he allowed his body to tangle and wrap with yours. As he'd been dying to do for ages.
ft: mainstream!mark and variants (mohawk, viltrum, omni, sheisty, sinister) (invincible)
reader: fem
wc: 2604
summary: hey siri is it gay to want to crack the female version of my dead best friend?
cw: canon typical violence, foul language, and the variants are kinda sorta freaky in this
requested by: @sophsthebest
this was so fun to write lowk and I would've been done faster if not for the blood moon event in dbd so err yeah I'm going to go die in a hole now
edit: so i quit writing invincible but here's a partial part two
Life is strange, really.
One moment, you’re helping refold shirts because some people don’t even have the decency to put stuff back to where they found it, and the next, an international warning tells you to stay inside because there are evil variants of your boyfriend now roaming the Earth with unclear intentions.
You share a look with your coworker, who looks just as off-put by the information, her fingers curling around her phone as her brow dips. Just as her lips part to speak, the first building falls. It’s only a few blocks away, and the ground beneath your feet trembles at its sudden collapse.
You hear the screams of those out on the street, internally debating whether or not to follow suit until a notification from Mark lights up your screen, the ridiculous nickname you’d set when you were twelve a small comfort to your racing heart.
MarkyWarky: please tell me you’re okay
You: i’m fine
You: i’m just scared mark
You: why are there so many versions of you anyway…
MarkyWarky: i wish i could tell you
MarkyWarky: just stay put alright im otw
The message does little to soothe, and you can’t help but stare at your screen with nothing but apprehension. Your coworker is quick to seize you by the arm when the sound of collapsing buildings and wailing cars draws closer, ushering you into the break room with the floor manager as though the small, unwindowed room would protect you from the raw strength of a Viltrumite.
“Holy shit, we’re gonna die…We’re actually going to die…” The floor manager, Kasandra, curls into herself with tears already welled in her eyes as she chokes back a sob. No one says anything, unable to face the grim reality at steak when debris begins to crumble around you. You all huddle into the furthest corner as your hope in Mark begins to wane.
Small pieces of rubble hit your head as you tuck your head tightly into Kasandra’s shaking shoulder, the lights overhead flickering violently when the ceiling begins to cave in on itself. There’s no use holding back the tears now and you can’t hide your anguished cries, unheard over the collapsing infrastructure.
This is it, you think, mentally saying your goodbyes to everyone you’ve grown to love. Amber. Eve. William. Mark—oh, Mark. The annoying boy next door who grew to be your first love.
Sparks flare as the light above you finally collapses, but you don’t feel a throbbing pain in your head or death’s cold embrace, instead, you find yourself wrapped in a familiar pair of arms, still clinging to an almost catatonic Kasandra while your coworker grips the forearm wrapped around the three of you.
“I’ve got you,” a voice in your ear says, and you can feel the tears begin to well once more, though, this time out of relief. Mark is quick to shoot from the rubble, hold unwavering before he sets the three of you down and urges you to run to safety.
Your two coworkers are quick to flee, but you stupidly linger, worry etched onto your features at the sight of Mark’s beaten face and tattered suit. In the distance, you can see Eve facing valiantly against a variant, the odd cloth mask adorned on his face his most defining trait. She pants, her palms facing outward to just barely raise a shield against his erratic punches.
Mark pulls your attention back to him, face pinched as his thumb traces your lower lip in an attempt to ground both you and himself. His lips are soft against your forehead for a brief moment before he pulls back, staring at you through his cracked goggles with an emotion you can’t quite place.
“I love you,” you whisper, stroking his bruised cheek softly.
“I love you too. But, you need to go. Now. I’ll check on you soon, promise.”
So, you run as fast as your legs can carry you, doing your best to ignore the ruins and corpses that seem to block every turn.
You don’t get far.
A shadow overhead blocks the sun—its presence so oppressive and commandeering that it freezes you in place.
“Another survivor?”
You can’t bring yourself to turn despite the way your heart lurches at the familiarity of the voice. Your breath hitches when the shadow lowers—whatever twisted version of Mark this is drawing ever closer like a lion to its prey.
“I thought those other two were the last of them, but what’s one more?” The voice is cold, almost clinical, very unlike the warmth that radiated off of your Mark. A glove is quick to find purchase on your throat, and you glance down to see the red rubber shining beneath the sun.
Blood coats the hand, tinting the glove an even darker shade of red than what you’d first surmised. You try not to think about the warmth of it as his grip grows tighter, making it harder to breathe, but not enough to kill, like he’s messing with you in some cruel, twisted way.
“You’re this dimension’s girlfriend, aren’t you?” His lips press against the shell of your ear, jerking your body to face the fight between Mark and the clothed one from before alongside Eve, who reaches out to you weakly before eventually crashing against the side of one of the buildings. Your Mark wheezes, clutching at his chest when the cloth-masked variant throws him into a nearby building by the hair. “Pathetic.”
The sound barrier tears as another Mark enters the fray, his mohawk wild and unkempt in the wind as he grins at the sight of battle, though there’s no amusement behind his smile. “Who the hell do you think you are running off like that?” For a moment, his wild eyes slip to where you and your captor reside, a flicker of…something flashing through his before it fizzles away. “Keeping hostages alive? Didn’t peg you for the cruel type.”
You barely register the click of the Invincible’s tongue over the roaring beat of your heart, his thumb remaining stationary over your pulse point; a warning. He could snap your neck at any given moment, and you don’t know what’s stopping him, but you’re grateful for whatever’s causing him to hesitate.
“Come on, just put her out of her misery already,” the mohawked Mark goads with a small shrug as he pulls his fist back to punch your Mark into the concrete when the cloth-masked variant throws him in his direction. Cracks split beneath your feet at the sheer force, the ground almost giving way, but all you can do is watch as your Mark slowly gets up from the crater his body had formed.
He locks eyes with you, something snapping inside of him at the sight of the variant clad in a suit nearly identical to Omni-Man’s wrapping his hand around your throat.
“[Name]!” He calls out, bursting free from the grasp of the two other Marks with a renewed sense of vigor.
Time seems to freeze the moment your name leaves his bloodied lips, the Mark holding you hostage too stunned to react when your Mark’s fist collides with his jaw hard enough to send him three blocks away. It isn’t long until you’re swept into Mark’s arms, the hold both protective and possessive as he glares at the other two, his chest heaving with each labored breath he struggles to take.
“No fuckin’ way.” The mohawked variant blinks slowly, his lips pulling into a mix of a grimace and a smirk. “That’s unfair on so many levels.” He turns to the Mark in a cloth mask who seems to share the same sentiment, mumbling under his breath about how unfair it is that this version of him gets the hot babe.
Omni-Man Mark merely scoffs when he floats back, his suit still pristine as though he’d never been thrown at all while he crosses his arms over his chest, scrutinizing the way you tremble in this version of him’s hold. You aren’t the best friend he’d killed mercilessly back in his dimension. Here, you were a woman—his woman. And he’d be damned if he couldn’t kill two birds with one stone.
A best friend and a wife. Who would’ve thought?
While he’d never seen the other, male, version of you in a romantic light, his heart stirs at the thought of taking this version of you for himself. It’s not like it’ll take much to kill this Mark; he’s already as good as dead anyway—
“Is everything alright here?” Clad in white and silver, yet another version of Mark descends from the sky like some sort of disgraced angel.
“Ugh, why are you here?” Mohawk Mark rolls his eyes obnoxiously, his gaze only briefly flickering to the new variant.
“Angstrom sent me to see if you all were sticking to the plan, which clearly you aren’t.”
“Aww, the lil’Viltrum baby can’t do anything without a mission? How sad!” He bats his lashes dramatically before sneering. “What are you gonna do next, bark? Who gives a shit about the plan? You’re acting as if you weren’t gonna kill him after anyway!”
The Mark in the Viltrum uniform chooses not to dignify him with a response.
Unbothered by his counterpart’s nonchalance, the mohawked Mark sets his sights back on you, spreading his arms wide as if to welcome you in with a hug. “Hey, [Name], it’s just me. Just Mark. Your best friend, remember? We used to play CoD and shit when your parents were out.”
Viltrum Mark’s brows furrow at the familiar name, steady gaze finally paying you mind as you try to sink further into the Mark of this dimension’s arms. You’re a lot…softer than he recalls you being, your form far less filled out; almost feminine. But, that couldn’t be right, right? How cruel would it be for this version of him to have the perfect mate whilst he, while grateful for your prior companionship, was stuck with nothing more than a best friend? One that he’d ultimately killed for resisting.
Surely, his brain is playing tricks on him.
Then he hears it—they all hear it.
The small terrified whimper you let out, the sound almost heavenly as you try to curl into Mark like your life depends on it. Which you suppose it does at this very moment.
A collective groan settles across all the present variations of Mark, all differing levels of arousal. They can practically taste the fear emanating off of you, stalking closer like a pack of deranged wolves.
Disgust pulls at Mark’s lips at the look in their eyes, his arms trembling around you as the last line of defense between you and these monstrous versions of him. “What the hell are you guys on about?” He seethes, only to be met by a suffocating silence.
Viltrum Mark appears in front of you before you and Mark can process his presence, tearing you out of your boyfriend’s arms despite your screaming protests. His grip is firm, but it’s the underlying softness in it that has you trembling with both fear and confusion. One of his hands finds your chin, stroking the contour of your jaw while his thumb gently presses down on your lower lip in a similar fashion that your Mark had done earlier.
“You’re [Name].” His face twists with perplexion as he speaks. “But, you’re so soft.” You feel his other hand fall from your arm, settling on your hip as if to prove a point. He squeezes and prods the fat, slipping beneath the fabric of your shirt to feel the soft skin underneath, his fingers splaying against your stomach while his nose buries itself in your neck. “You’d be a great mother.”
No.
No.
No.
This can’t be happening—
You’re pulled into another set of arms. These ones leaner yet more possessive than the Viltrum Mark’s. But not yours.
“Jesus what the fuck is wrong with you.” Mohawk Mark’s voice rasps mockingly above you, his arm curling around you and dangerously close to your breasts. You know he feels your heart stop, snorting cruelly as he pulls you flush against him. His gloved hand tilts your chin up to him cruelly, relishing in the way tears well in your eyes.
“P-Please…” You weakly claw at his wrist despite knowing how useless it is in comparison to his innate strength.
Holy fuck, he could get used to the sound of that.
Man, why couldn’t you be a girl in his world too? Oh, the things he would do to you. How he would ruin you. He wonders if you’re similar to his [Name], the [Name] who trusted him to do the right thing only to die trying to stop what’s already been done. Do you play the same sport as your male counterpart? Enjoy the same food? Ah, whatever, you’re still his, no matter his relation to you. Best friend or otherwise.
“Get away from her you fucking freak!” Your Mark’s garbled voice reaches your ears, his fist colliding with the side of the mohawked variant’s head, sending him careening into the white-clad Viltrumite. Mark doesn’t even get the chance to look over you before he shoots into the air with you in his hold, tucking your head into his shoulder as he whispers calming words into the crown of your head. “I’ve got you, baby,” he echoes his prior sentiment, flying as fast as he can with the cloth-mask and Omni-Man wannabe hot on his tail.
A familiar red glove catches Mark’s leg, snapping it easily. Mark screams, his teeth grinding as he pivots his other leg directly into the variant’s face, no doubt breaking his nose before he crashes into the cloth-masked Mark, who yells obscenities as the two of them crash into the city below.
Finally, silence settles between the two of you. Heavy with confusion. Heavy with fear.
“What the hell was that…” You cling to him, trembling like a newborn fawn in his hold.
“I—I don’t know.” He buries his nose in your neck as he lowers into a desolate field miles away from any civilization, breathing in your comforting scent beneath the smell of iron and ash that seem to cling to your skin while he settles against a tree. The field is peaceful; untouched by the destruction that plagues the rest of the world.
“...What about Eve and the others?” You hesitate, palms hovering over his broken leg to do your best to put the limb back together. The bone melds back together grotesquely, it's disgusting snap a sound you think you’ll never get used to.
“Eve slipped away before things got ugly. I’m not too sure about the others…” He lets out a low hiss, his fingers digging into the ground when his skin gets pulled tautly back into place. “I’m just glad you’re okay. I won’t let them get to you, not as long as I’m still breathing, alright?”
“Okay,” you breathe out, collapsing into his chest as you try not to think about everything you’ve lost in such a short amount of time. He kisses your forehead gently, leaning back against the tree for only a moment of respite.
“Aww, what a cute sight.” A patronizing voice overhead has both of you snapping your heads to the sound. Clad in yellow and black with a billowing cape behind him, this version of Mark sneers, his gaze looking between you and Mark. His brows raise beneath his mask, lips forming something akin to a sadistic grin. “Well, well, well. You’re looking a bit different here, aren’t you, [Name]?”
Meanwhile, you didn't get the pleasure of going to sleep like Dick did. Your identity is as good as compromised. If only you had enough money to leave…
Pacing around your room you try to think of what to do. The best option would be leaving - not just Gotham, but America as a whole. But, where would you go? Where would you get the money for a ticket AND the money to start over?
You could sell some of your gear, or become a henchman - it’d only be for a bit! Just until you can get your money up, then you’d quit and make your escape. Yeah. That could work. But, did you really have it in you? To harm and steal? To know you’d been the cause of so many people’s lives? You couldn’t do that.
Sighing you sit down in your bed and pray for the night to finish so you can go to school.
-
Tim, however, is stuck at Bruce’s desk as Bruce monologues about how important it is to respond to messages in a timely manner. He forgot to message Bruce back about whatever he messaged him.
“- Honestly, what would have happened if I was in trouble, or one of your brothers were in trouble and you decided to not respond.” Bruce states, it was rhetorical and Tim holds back an eye roll. The message wasn’t even that important… Okay, it kinda was. But, school got in the way and he kinda forgot.
“Well? What are we going to do now? If Y/N is Aranea that means-” Tim cuts off Bruce’s rant, already plotting. “That means we’re going to keep this information under wraps. We forgo plan A. If Y/N finds out we know she’d freak. Same with the others.”
The two talk for a bit longer, making up a new plan. After mere minutes of deliberation the two form a plan.
-
Damian was confused and annoyed, you were an idiot, a hateful, disgusting and vile idiot. Yet, he was nothing if not observant, he noticed how you share the same figure as Aranea, he noticed how the ‘hair’ is a wig, he noticed all these things.
However, he’d rather die than admit maybe you were Aranea, you had to be a sister or a cousin, someone else! And for you to hate your own blood family… It’s horrible to think about. Sure, he and Jason typically stay back from you, but that doesn’t mean their hatred is any lesser than the others. He’s sure Jason aches to put a bullet through your head any time word gets back to them about your shit talking.
To Damian, Aranea is an angel sent to comfort him, an older sister figure to help him vent his emotions, he doesn’t know where he’d be if it weren’t for her. What he’d be.
He won’t ever let someone extinguish her light..
-
The next day rolls around and you sit up, having barely slept. Rubbing your eyes you get up and proceed to get ready for school, trying not to think too hard about last night. When you get to school your friends aren’t waiting for you out front, weird. Shrugging it off you head inside the building - they were probably either late or getting something to eat before school.
Walking down the halls you pay no mind to Tim, who for some reason was staring at you with the same look one would give a shelter puppy - or an old dog about to be put down - it was sickening in a way, being watched by him like that. Did Dick tell him? He must’ve. That's why you’re getting the look you’re getting.
You speed up slightly before turning into your first period class. The day passes in a blur, you don’t see your friends, Tim doesn’t talk to you, no one even looks at you. Something is wrong. Something is seriously wrong. When the day ends you waste no time in packing your things and leaving, the school’s suffocating atmosphere feels as though it’s lifted when you step out of the gates. You can’t bring yourself to head home yet, can’t bring yourself to enter another stuffy place.
Opting to walk along the grimy streets, rats scurrying by as if they were workers late to work. Everything seems to slow down for a minute as you walk, Gotham is a horrid, putrid wasteland of a place, yet for someone who has lived here all your life, you find this wasteland to be like a field of different types of flowers - colorful in ways unseen, quick to die yet surrounded by other life. No one dies alone in Gotham. Not truly.
Your spider senses shoot to the heavens, freezing, you feel a kind of dread overcome you. Someone was watching, someone was waiting, someone was following. You're in danger. You have three options here.
You run, alerting the stalker you know of them. The person may be faster than you.
You turn around to face the stalker, once more alerting the stalker you’re aware. You can’t tell who it is, they could be stronger than you, could have weapons.
You continue walking normally, not letting them know. This could lead to them attacking from behind.
Taking a deep breath you bend down, pretending to tie your shoelaces - you’ve been standing stationary for around ten seconds, if you started walking once more it may alert them. You soon stand up before continuing to walk.
The walk was uneasy, the presence of the person causing your spider senses to react violently, headaches, nausea, dizziness, the instinct to run, all of it was too much. You hated this. But discomfort is much more preferable than death.
You curse your luck - for some reason people just weren’t around today. Though, even if they were, no one would intervene. They aren’t heroes. They wouldn’t risk their lives for a girl they don't know.
The figure can be felt catching up to you and you bite back the scream of frustration, tears starting to rise. Why was everything so complicated?! You hate everyone! Fuck Timothy, fuck Richard, fuck Bruce and his rat son Damian, fuck Jason, fuck Stephanie, fuck Cassandra, fuck Duke, fuck Barbara - you know what? Fuck anyone who associates with that dysfunctional, borderline evil family!
You feel the person right behind you now, hell, even if you had normal senses you’d be able to tell. You turn just in time for a bag to go over your head before being knocked out.
You were never interested in joining your familys ‘nightime activities’. Of course you knew about it but getting beat up every night was never your cup of tea.
Ever since you were a kid you always loved being the center of attention, and who could blame you!
Being the first daughter of Bruce Wayne it’s obvious the media would do anything to get any information of you.
As you grew up you quickly realized your life was wonderful, going to movie premiers, meeting celebrities- all of that just because you wanted to!
You even got to acting for a small period of time but quickly moved on after figuring out for father was “Batman” wonderful- not really you were the last person in your family to know! That’s embarrassing!
Later on you figured out your brother was Robin…
But anyways!-
You’d say you were kind of mad, your brother would say you were fuming!
As much as you loved your family you couldn’t shake the feeling of being left out of the family business- so after telling Bruce that he offered you ‘Batgirl’
“…”
“Batgirl?”
“Yes.”
“No thanks”
You knew that being a vigilante wasn’t light work at all
Your father should’ve known better than offering you a role like that!
So after not that much thinking of your father’s part
He turned you into a public persona
One were you just covered your family’s persona
That’s how you turned into a public figure
Now years later you’ve met your future husband that’s obviously not in love with your ex bestfriend whose now a criminal!
Gotham loves you, you’re known everywhere. That’s what you wanted- right? That’s what your role is.
You should be happy afterall happy is what happens when all of your dreams come true.
Extra scene:
Your family just got back from patrolling the city so it’s time for ‘dinner’! Yay
As you sit down on your usual spot everything feels the same as every other day and that’s good
Jason and Damian are bickering, Dick’s trying to calm them down, Tim is chatting with you and your father is smiling to himself, you usually don’t see him smile except when he’s in galas with you.
As you talk with Tim your brother Dick joins the conversation to tell you about the new mutated villian that appeared tonight. He was weirdly descriptive about it. When he was done you spoke about some thing you can’t really remember.
After dinner you and your youngest brother Damian go on a small walk around the manor. It’s silent but both of you like it that way. Damian stops suddenly and you stop infront of him, after turning around he looks at you and hugs you. He doesn’t really hug people since it’s for weak people you hug him back and stay like that for a while.
Hello guyss i’m back yay? I missed writing so here’s a small oneshot since i’ve been obssesed with Wicked hehe :b
okkk I decided to put both of them cuz it was quite hard to choose one T_T
I read the comments and it’s true, the red one gives it more of like a strong shock rather than a still processing, and since I wanted that to be the feeling of the comic I arranged it like this.
⤷ Description: Conner's focus has always been on the family farm- he eats, sleep, and breathes it. His only goal is to make sure the Kent legacy is passed down to him. That is, until he meets someone who instantly pulls his attention away from the the only life he's ever known. At first he thinks it'll never work. The two of you come from completely different worlds... Or so he believes.
(TW): none... Really??
Conner didn't have time for meaningless things like love; it just didn't work like that for him. Ever since he was old enough to even milk a cow, he had become determined to take over the farm.
When he first brought his dream to his parents, they were confused; his mother specifically thought that he only had this dream to appease his father, but Conner quickly shut that idea down.
He wanted to take over the farm because it brings him peace.
Not only peace, but he also holds a special bond with all the animals and has a feeling for the country lifestyle.
When he got older and finished school, he dedicated most of his time to the family farm; he didn't really like going out with friends that much. And parties really weren't his scene anyway; his friends were really confused on why he wouldn't go out, and the only excuse he had was "Sorry guys, I have to tend to the farm..." And when I say this was the ONLY excuse he would use, his friends thought that he was going to marry the farm one day.
His mother thought the same thing—she wasn't getting any older, and she always asked Conner if he went out and got him a girlfriend! He thought she was nagging him about having a girlfriend—he thought she was just getting older and wanted grandchildren, but truthfully she was worried.
She wanted him to go out and have a normal life and just be young while he could; she would always hint at these certain things, but Conner would never really get the hint.
From the moment he woke up till the time he went to bed, his mind was always on the farm; the only time his mind was on something else... It was when he met you; after he met you, his mind couldn't focus on anything else after that. The way your eyes would stare up at him when he would talk, and the way you would light up in joy after seeing one of the baby cows.
Conner could deny all he wanted, but he had become completely and utterly in love with you.
You had just moved back home from living in the city; you moved to New York when you were about 7 and have been there ever since you graduated college.
New York wasn't bad at all; in fact, it was amazing and had so many different things that you loved, but deep down you missed your country life so much more.
Which is exactly why you had decided to move back home; your parents wanted to stay in the city, and you were an adult, and you could do whatever you wanted, so you just moved with your grandparents until you could move back into your old house that you grew up in.
Your grandparents had been so happy to see you! They haven't seen their little girl in forever, and you have really missed them so much!
Ever since you moved in with your grandparents, your life has been really peaceful for the most part, and you've definitely been keeping yourself busy while being there. Your grandparents put you to work the week you moved in, which seemed crazy, but it wasn't a lot.
The workload was mostly around the house, just cleaning up and stuff. Your favorite thing to do, though, is feed and tend to the animals; you love them so much. This was the main reason you wanted to move back home! You wanted to be a veterinarian—helping animals has always been your passion, and after college and being so close to your certification, you wanted to settle down in a nice quiet area with your experience.
Today, of all days, your grandparents wanted you to go to the Kent farm just down the road to drop off some things. Something about "extra feed Ma Kent could use" and something about how "you haven't seen them in forever."
You tried to argue that you had the farm animals to take care of, but your grandma just waved you off and out the door with a small smile and the box of food you had to drop off to them.
So now here you are, walking down that same path you always used to race down as a kid. You looked up at the sky, the sun warm on your pretty face, and the air blew as you smelled nothing but grass and wheat.
The Kent farm had looked the same as you remembered—white fence, red barn, fields that stretched out wide. The vibe was comforting and quiet, and you loved every bit of it. You walked towards the porch, nearing the front door, and knocked. After a minute had passed, the door had opened and a beautiful black-haired woman had come.
"Oh hello! I wasn't expecting anyone today... May I ask who you are?" You smiled awkwardly like you had just intruded on something and held the basket up in your hands. "I apologize if I'm intruding on something; my grandma had sent me here to drop off some extra feed? My name is [Name]". The woman in front of you, whose eyes had widened as you said your name, had begun smiling so wide you could see all her teeth.
The woman had squealed and unexpectedly pulled you into a hug, leaving you speechless and confused. "Oh my goodness! [Name], is that really you? I haven't seen you in forever!" You looked at the woman in front of you with another small awkward smile as you returned her hug. "Yes! Uh, it's so great to see you too. I miss being home."
Lois had let you go and had begun to go back into the home. "Come in, darling; we absolutely have to catch up!" She called over her shoulder. You stepped inside, and the familiar feeling of the Kent home had welcomed you with open arms.
You closed the door behind you and followed Lois to the kitchen, where you had set down the basket on the counter and began inspecting the home. You noticed that nothing had really changed except for some family photos.
Your eyes had gazed between them, and a photo of a young, handsome man had caught your eye. He was standing rather stiffly next to his family, and his awkward smile was apparent. Lois had noticed the way you paused on the photo and laughed softly. "Conner hates taking photos; we have to bully him into taking one every year." Your eyes widened, and your cheeks had gotten warm at what you had just heard: "That's—Conner?"
Lois had laughed at your reaction and hooked your arm through yours, leading you towards the kitchen. "Yeah, that's my baby boy; he's grown into such a handsome young man, but he never leaves the farm."
"He never leaves?" The woman in front of you sighed with a worrying look. "When Conner was a kid, he found his passion for wanting to continue the family farm. I mean, who are we to judge his decision? So we told him to wait until he finishes school to do so." Lois had walked towards the backdoor in the kitchen, where she looked out the window, and her eyes set on Conner, who was chopping wood.
"I worry about my boy... I want him to have a life." You didn't have anything to say at that; you didn't even know what to say if you did, so you just walked towards the older woman and held her shoulder comfortingly. Suddenly Lois had gotten an idea and quickly took both of your hands in hers. "[Name], you should go out there! And talk to him! I bet he would be so surprised to see his old playmate."
"He would also see how beautiful you are!" Your eyes had widened at her sudden outburst; a part of you did want to see how Conner was doing, but the other part was super nervous and thought you were going to say something totally idiotic... But nevertheless, you had agreed to do so.
Stepping outside the backdoor of the kitchen, you walked down the steps while searching for Conner outside. You walked around for a bit until you found what you were looking for, or rather, who, and there he was.
Conner stood in front of a chopping block, splitting logs cleanly down the center with one powerful swing after another. His wife-beater clung onto him damp with sweat, his muscles flexing with every move he made; the sun had caught all the right features in the light.
You definitely told yourself to look away... But you couldn't.
He pushed his hair back, pausing a bit to catch his breath, and that's when he finally noticed you... looking at him, totally not staring. When you both made eye contact, you immediately looked away in embarrassment, like a kid who just got caught doing something they weren't supposed to.
You had finally gotten the courage to speak up to the handsome man in front of you. "Uh-hey!" Conner had a look of confusion on his face as he tilted his head looking at you. "Hey... Uh, do I know you?" You awkwardly coughed in your hand and shifted your body towards him. "Yes! And... no? I know your parents; we used to have playdates and such... It's [Name".
Conner looked at you with even more confusion until his eyes had widened in remembrance and his lips pursed into an O shape. "[Name? It's really you? You look so... different." Your cheeks had gotten warm as he said this, and you looked away to the side, avoiding his gaze. "I do hope different is… good."
"Yeah. Very good." After that remark it had gotten very quiet, and the tension was very tense and noticeable. You wanted to run away and hide, but one look in his beautiful eyes, and you didn't want to run away.
"Want a tour?" He asked, "Of the farm, I mean." And without even thinking, a smile came onto your face. "I'd like that."
You followed him across the yard, the grass brushing softly against your boots as you walked side by side in peaceful but awkward silence. You were approaching the animal pens, and you could feel a smile coming into your face, which wasn't unnoticed by Conner.
"You seemed to love the animals; I didn't expect a city girl like you to be excited by a bunch of farm animals." At this remark you turned your head towards and laughed softly, "City girl? Really? I was literally born here; I know a thing or two about this lifestyle!" Conner just looked at you with a boyish grin and turned his face sideways as if avoiding your eyes on his.
You could see the faint red on his cheeks.
When you reached the pasture fence, the cows immediately lifted their heads, ears and tails flicking curiously at the both of you, and began coming closer.
Conner slowed his pace and slipped through the gate with ease, then helped you get through the gate as well. The moment you both reached the cows, you could tell something in him shifted; he was so gentle, and his face held no worries as his eyes focused on letting the animals in front of him.
You crouched beside a beautiful brown and white calf who immediately leaned into your touch; you cupped its face with a beautiful softness that instantly caught Conner's eye. "She likes you... she never really let me pet her like that." You looked towards Conner with a small smile and felt your cheeks warm up at his words.
"She probably knows I'm going to take really good care of her whenever she gets sick," you said. Conner looked confused at your words, and you knew he was silently asking you to clarify your words. "I went to college to be a veterinarian and get my certification... Helping animals is my passion." Your eyes went back on the calf you were petting, and you never noticed how Conner had stopped moving; his eyes were just on you.
He didn't know what to say.
Hearing your love for animals and the way your eyes lit up talking about it just made his heart fill with something he had never felt before.
For the first time in his life, Conner saw his other passion.
A/N: guys!! I missed being on here and I'm so so so sorry for everyone who's been waiting for an update from me. Unfortunately I still am busy but now its the weekend and I will try my very best to get things out when I have time!! I also I have to update my taglist so for now I will not have one.
Pairing: Conner Kent x Batsis!Reader, Damian Wayne x Batsis!Reader
Summary: Conner tried to set you up with a cute date, after months of pining for you. But of course, the two of you have younger siblings </3
CW: It's just fluff
Word Count: 0.62k
Requested by @hearts4mica
The zoo wasn’t definitely not the romantic backdrop Conner had envisioned for your date.
He’d pictured you and him walking side by side, maybe holding hands, maybe sharing ice cream while you teased him about his love for Ma Kent's apple pie, after claiming he could sniff it out in his sleep.
Or maybe the two of you could've gotten nice dinner together, and that restaraunt in Metropolis ran by the Vietnamese lady who makes such delicious pho. Maybe you both could've gone to the arcade, and he'd be able to watch your face light up in joy as he won you some prizes.
But no.
Because he had a little brother.
And you had a little brother.
So instead of just the two of you, he had one hand gripping Jon’s wrist as the child, with the energy of a crackhead, tried to scale the fence of the penguin exhibit, and the other clenched in frustration as Damian Wayne, mini-Bat incarnate, glared at him like he was public enemy number one.
You could already hear Uncle Clark groaning in his office at the Daily Planet.
“This was supposed to be a date,” Conner muttered under his breath as Jon wriggled free.
You laughed beside him, tugging Damian gently toward the next enclosure.
“It is a date. Just… with a couple of chaperones.”
Damian crossed his arms, cape swishing dramatically.
“I fail to see why he needed to be invited.”
Conner pinched the bridge of his nose. “I didn’t invite myself, kid. Jon’s my responsibility today.”
“And I am hers,” Damian snapped back, pointing at you. “Which means I will not allow you to contaminate her time.”
"The hell you mean contaminate? Does he always talk like he's from the Regency Era?" He asked Jon, who nodded eagerly as a response.
You stifled a laugh, crouching down to Damian’s level.
“He’s not contaminating anything, Dames. He’s just here to hang out. With me.”
Damian’s glare softened only slightly when you ruffled his hair, and pulled your hand down from his scalp to caress his cheek.
Conner caught the faintest smile twitch at your lips before you straightened, slipping your hand into his large warm one.
Jon gasped dramatically. “Ooooooh, they’re holding hands!”
He immediately zipped over to Damian, tugging on his sleeve.
“See? They like each other!”
Damian swatted Jon’s hand away.
“Disgusting. I refuse to acknowledge it.”
“You're just jealous,” Jon sing-songed.
Conner groaned. “Can’t we just… look at the alligators without a brawl breaking out? See look at the alligators!” He was getting so exasperated, you could hear it in his tone.
"Those are crocodiles, you buffoon." Damian responded, quick to catch Conner's mistake.
You squeezed his hand, eyes sparkling with amusement.
“This is better than alligators.”
"Crocodiles, sister!" Damian replied
By the time the four of you reached the big cat exhibit, Jon was mimicking lion roars at the glass, Damian was lecturing him on the inefficiency of zoo habitatsm still cringing from the insect exhibition you guys walked through, and Conner was standing beside you, shoulders slumped but a smile tugging at his lips.
“This is chaos,” he said.
“Yeah,” you replied, bumping his shoulder.
“But it’s our chaos.”
Damian scowled up at you.
“Tt. You can do better than him, sister.”
Jon piped up instantly. “No, she can’t! My brother's the best!”
You threw your head back and laughed, tugging both Conner and Damian closer. For all the arguing, the four of you made your way down the path together, a strange little unit.
Conner glanced at you, and even with Jon’s shrieking and Damian’s glare boring into him, he thought, maybe the zoo wasn’t such a bad date after all.
A/N: That's the sexiest pic of Conner I've ever seen. Also do you guys like the title <3
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anygays I was wondering if you would be willing to do something where batsis reader gets into a accident on patrol which results her become a meta human that has the same powers and appearance as the x men nightcrawer but purple and she just hates how she looks now and she’s have trouble controlling her new powers and she’s just really scared that Bruce is going to make her leave Gotham and kick her out of the family cause she’s a meta now after a while the others realise something most have happened to reader so they head back out to look for her and Bruce is the one who finds her and reader freaks out pledging with him to not send her away and Bruce comfort her tell her that his not going and helps her calm down and takes her back to the manner
Sorry that this got so long and thanks🙏for reading this ask and for if you choose do write this
Missed you more than life
Batfam x Batsis! Reader
Masterlist
You were patroling Gotham all by yourself tonight because your family had a Gala and since you always hated Galas you decided that patrolling tonight would be a good option to spend time.
Patrolling around through the dark and quiet place that was Gotham you felt at ease, tonight was eerily quiet which was weird for Gotham.
You decided to sit down on top of a random rooftoop until something happened but suddenly your small walkie-talkie started saying a direction that leaded to a warehouse maybe it was Barbara? Maybe the GCP, you knew you had to investigate. After getting to the abandoned warehouse you opened the door and suddenly your whole body ached like never before, it was the most horrible sensation ever it almost felt like acid? You hear some dumb laughs in the distance. Of course it was the Joker.
You passed out your body doing anything to keep you from feeling pain made you the perfect subject for Joker’s little meta fantasies.
Waking up tied to a flat surface was unfamiliar to you. All you could do is hear they didn’t even bother putting on anesthecia. You could feel everything. From how they extracted blood from you to surgically implant you things you didn’t even recognize into your body. At this point all you could do was wait and hope for Batman to appear.
Day 3?
You woke up again. you were left in a dark room without windows, you could see how your skin turned to purple.
Day 5 maybe
Having no windows all you could do to know the time was count the hours of each of your guards turns.
Week 1.
You’ve become taller, your bones ache.
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After 2 weeks you freed yourself from that hell. You saw yourself in the water and did not recognize the reflection in the water. You were a monster.
With your newly gotten powers it was official now you were meta. And you knew how your father felt about metas in Gotham which made you double think about going back with them.
Week 3
I miss my family more everyday and i urge to see them once again but i’m afraid to be pushed away because of my new appearance.
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Bruce is getting increasingly worried about you. It’s normal that his children disappear for some days without telling him where they’re going but it’s not normal to just vanish out of nowhere. You and your father had a really strong bond.
While time passes your family starts to loose their mind a bit more everyday.
Your father know he can’t just go out and look for you when he doesn’t know where to look.
Tim runs to the batcave “Bruce people are saying a meta is in Gotham. Should we investigate?”
Bruce turns back to look at Tim maybe this mission could help him clear his mind. “Send me the location. I’ll go by myself.”
Tim wanted to go with him but he knew better than to argue against Bruce’s stubborness “Alright.”
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When your father arrives to the location he gets a weird sensation that he can’t forget.
Then he sees you. But is that really you?
Your face that once showed happiness was bleeding, your eyes now where a different color, you had changed.
“(Y/N)?” You get chills at the sudden voice coming from infront of you.
“Dad-“ He’s not supposed to see you like this. He’ll hate you and kick you out from Gotham!
“What happened to you?” He asks with obvious concern in his voice.
“…” you simply don’t know what to answer. What could you say?
“I’m sorry” that’s all that comes out of your mouth.
He walks towards you and without saying a word he hugs you. You freeze for a moment but you hug him back afraid that if you pull away for a second he may dissapear and you’d be alone once again.
“I missed you, we all missed you at the manor. Let’s go home.”
That’s all you needed to hear
Your family knew that you couldn’t leave them again.
I quickly shower, run to my closet pick the fanciest outfit i can find, just something he’ll notice that will keep his mind busy.
8:30 just in time at Wayne Enterprises i arrive, enter the building after greeting my workmates i enter the elevator.
My only thing in mind being
Tim Drake. My boss.
I know it’s not right. But he’s single so it’s not that bad.
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After setting my things on my desk the elevator door opens and there’s him.
He looks as handsome as yesterday just as he was about to pass my desk he stops.
Will he smile? Notice my perfume? Oh look at those eyes, his hair i’m helpless to him.
He snaps his fingers in my direction i wake up from my small trance.
“(Name) Wake up.”
Oh shit. “Sorry Mr Drake did you need something?” I shoot a quick apologetic smile to him.
“I need you in my office asap” and after that he leaves, his mood’s a bit cranky but oh well he needs me! He said so okay! Great!
Making sure i look presentable i grab a pencil and my small notebook, I prepare his morning coffee just the way he likes and walk to his office at the end of the hallway.
I knock on the door he says come in. I mentally prepare myself.
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Giving him a smile “Hello Mr Drake here are the documents that arrived for you today and here is your morning coffee just the way you like it.” Placing softly the coffee on his desk i step back and just wait for a response. Something anything.
What if? He asks me for a date? Or a compliment?
“I need you to send this papers to international packages okay? I needed these sent in for yesterday! Quickly (name).” He shoos me away. Just before opening his office door to leave
“Oh and… fix your skirt.”
Why is he so rude today? I sigh. Well there’s nothing i can do except do what he asked. After lowering a bit my skirt i send the packages to the delivery office.
Sitting back on my desk i’m hopeless.
I mean is asking for a small compliment a lot? I don’t think so! Well it’s also my fault for falling for a Wayne. He’s a playboy who won’t ever be with anyone below his status. All i have to console me are those fanfics his fans make.
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8:30 pm. My workday is finally over. It went pretty slowly. All i did was attend to some meeting with Tim.
After cleaning up my desk i decided it was time to just relax maybe i should go to a bar and drink to forget today.
I walk towards the elevator and click the buttom.
“Name.” A voice says from right behind me
“Yes Mr Drake?” I said that automatically. Wait Tim? I quickly turn around “Do you need something?” Anything.
“I need you to be here tomorrow first thing in the morning i have a meeting with some investors and you’re required to be there .”
“Okay”
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The next morning the cycle repeats once again.
I just wonder if i’ll ever have a chance with him.
Little did you know he felt the same way you felt.
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“(Name) i need you to welcome the investors and guide them to my office.” Tim looks at you and stops for a moment. For the first time he actually looks at you.
“You look…pretty today” he walks away.
Welp that’s progress.
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A/N: I haven’t seen the show “Mentiras” i just heard the song on tiktok and thought it would be a good idea for a quick fic about Tim.
Hi can you pls make a part 3 of the perfect pretty girl? I really like your stuff!
Stupid with Love
Yan Batfam x Popular (Teruhashi) Reader!
Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Masterlist
Batfam finds out about Saiki.
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After a failed attempt on declaring your love to Saiki you ressigned yourself and just decided to sleep the whole afternoon. Afterall you didn’t want to hangout with your siblings on Valentine’s day.
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7:00pm
The door creaks open and a small shadow from the hall slowly walks into your room.
Damian emerges from the shadows only being seen through your small night light.
Damian was not stupid.
He was Robin, the bloodson of Batman and a detective. Of course he knew you lied.
As much as he wanted to believe you his dearest older sister he had to know every detail about your personal life. It’s not weird if your safety is in danger!
Okay. ‘Throw away’. So he should check your trash.
On top of your trashcan there sat. A small heartshaped pink letter. ‘To Saiki 💙’. Who the hell is Saiki?
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7:15 pm
Batcave. Minutes before patrol
Damian storms to the batcave where everyone is getting ready. “We have a problem!”
“(Name) was going to confess today to a guy whose name is Saiki! SAIKI!” Damian hands your letter to Bruce and everyone squeezes arround him to read the letter.
To Saiki 💙
That was more than enough to get the whole batfam in chaos.
Bruce was the first to speak. “Babs we need all the information on this so called ‘Saiki’ immediately.” His voice low but demanding. “On it Bats”
“Change of plans tonight. Dick and Tim you’ll go to his house and look for blackmail.”
“Hey why can’t i go?!” Damian whined. “I’m the one who found the card! Why would you trust Drake above me!”
“Damian you’re impulsive. You’re not going and neither is Jason, and it’s final.”
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Damian’s POV
8:30pm
‘I can’t trust Grayson nor Drake. To not mess things up. I’ll go there myself and look around and have a word with this ‘Saiki guy’.
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Saiki’s POV
Back to 7:15 pm
This is exactly why i avoided (Name). I now only not just have her stalking me, but now i have all of this city’s vigilantes stalking me around.
I’ll just have to pretend to be asleep. What an annoyance.
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The next day you woke up to Jason opening your window.
“Jason leave me alonnee it’s too early.!”
“So Saiki huh?”
WHAT?
After quickly getting out of bed and checking your trashcan you were not met with the letter you wrote to Saiki
“Goodluck downstairs”
Damian must have came here last night. That little brat! Always ruining everything.
“Jay. Saiki and i- we are just friends okay?! Just- don’t try to find things between us because there is nothing! And there will be nothing ever!” Did i really just say that? “Please just don’t hurt him. He matters to me.”
“Fine. But if he hurts you-“ “Which he won’t because we’re friends!” “I’ll murder him on cold blood myself.”
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“He can try.”
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A/N: Thank you for readiiiiingg!!! Now that i’m oficially on summer vacation i’ll try to post more fics so my request box is opeeennn!!
