yall know what would be interesting to write about?
i’ve been lately getting into yandere batfam x neglected reader
and i got a story idea and i want a writer to take it into consideration since im not a writer and would love to read a fanfic like that.
so basically
yandere batfam x neglect squid game reader.
where reader joins squid game desperate to get money even tho she’s a wayne but she doesn’t even want to use there money.
so what if the wayne’s are VIPS? they watch in horror seeing there daughter/sister in this place of places?
it crashed down to them that they never notice you gone.
you can write two separate endings, one where she dies in one of the games and the other is when she manages to be a victor, alongside gi-hun.
or another one where the wayne’s weren’t VIPS and found a very traumatized reader coming back.
and they wonder what was happening to her.
as they got to the bottom of it they realized how dark it was.
(maybe her love interest was sae-byeok? or some other character and then comes back to the games to try and get revenge for the person they fell in love with as they went with gi-hun for revenge.)
(after all she is a wayne falling in love with a person who ended dead)
☆▪︎♡° Oya goddess of wind and change has a daughter with Bruce Wayne. Not to mention most of camp halfblood falls for the young demigod? °♡▪︎☆
Dc x pjo crossover
Notes; not proofread and some characters might be a bit oc and reader is black or in this case mixed. So poc.
Warnings: mentions of stillborn child, miscarriages. Mentions of death and sickness.
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Oya Goddess of wind, storm, and change had never asked for anything.
Not even a silver piece of praise from the mortals or the gods and yet she was always praised.
Praised for her strength and independence. For her humility and kindness even when it wasn't necessary.
She didn't blink twice at other gods. Zues even admired her from afar.
Other gods watched in jealousy as her attention was focused on the mortals that she called her tribe.
She'd give them rain when the season was dry and give them prosperous vegetables when their soul was bare.
In return the mortals worshipped at her feet. No one daring to curse her name. Not out of fear but out of respect.
Because of her strength and wisdom her people and the gods had never thought she'd ever fall inlove. Much less have children.
Yet, they were sorely mistaken. The goddess of wind wanted nothing more then to have a child of her own.
To love and care for as she saw the mothers in her tribe do.
So she 'pretended' that she fell for the God of love's trick.
She'd bare the child of Eros happily as long as it was hers.
And all was well, her people threw gifts at her feet, happy that their goddess had something that made her feel complete.
That was until the child was born. Stillborn, not a breath in its chest.
And though the goddess was tired from birthing even in her weak state she knew that a baby was supposed to cry when born.
Her tribe barely survived the storms of that year. Heavy on heart she didn't dare try for another, for years.
A decade later she had another with another God.
Deciding that Eros was at fault that her first child hadn't survived. It was easier to blame him when he wasn't even their to bury their stillborn child.
Her second child was with Ares the strong God more faithful to her then the first. He worshiped her throughout her pregnancy.
But when the second child had died before she even birth it she pushed Ares away.
Never wanting to see him agian. And so he left. Deciding that if that's what she wanted he'd give her that.
Years became decades until decades faded into centuries. Yet, each child she birth had never survived.
The goddess mourned each one. Never forgot their names or the lives they were supposed to live.
She buried them near her home. And visited them daily.
Then one night she slept with a mortal. A supposedly good one.
Not something she was proud of but it helped pass the pain.
And Bruce didn't complain as the goddess found herself in his bed almost every night.
Though unplanned the goddess found herself carrying the mortals child she didn't tell the others gods like before.
She kept this one a secret. Not in fear of judgment, but just so she could mourn this one in silence.
She didn't want or need comfort when the unstoppable happened once agian.
She'd sing to the babe night after night. Trying to comfort it from the dreadful death that was bound to come for it.
She'd told it about its brothers and sisters waiting for it in the sky.
Her hands gentle caressing her bumb as she felt the baby move.
She vowed you'd be her last child. Knowing she couldn't bear to lose another after you.
"You'll be my gift to your siblings.." she promised decideding that if she couldn't give her children any of things she had. She would give them you.
Though bitter sweet she still felt possessive. Not wanting to let you go, though she knew it would happen.
Months passed and you grew in her stomach ,strong. But so did some of the others. She didn't dare hope.
But she did pray.
Then you were born, and she heard your beautiful cries like angels singing in her ears and she almost didn't believe it as she held you in her arms.
"So beautiful..." she whispered as she held you.
"Nothing will ever harm you....." she promised at night as she laid with you on her chest.
And once agian she was back to her joyful days. With the wind in her hair and you in her arms nothing could ever bring her down.
Her tribe worshiped her and loved you. For with you born the plants grew faster and in numbers. The weather was good and it had stopped flooding.
You were dressed in the finest cloth and your hair always with flowers.
Your skin was a bit lighter then your mother's due to who your father was so your mother gave you jewelry that complimented your skin.
You grew with the children in the village your small feet wanting to go anywhere they went.
Your mother smiled a sad thought that you would've done the same with your older siblings had they been alive.
You thrived in your tribe and loved your mother as she loved you. Not a day went by without your mother taking you to your siblings grave.
And when you understood what she was saying you babbled to them complete nonsense as if they were alive.
Your mother smiled as you remembered their names and your small hands touched their stones as if you were touching them.
"I see that she was never a gift I was to send you my children....but a gift you all sent me." Your mother whispered as she laid you down in bed one night.
Forever grateful you were hers.
You grew like a flower so fast atleast in your mother's eyes.....
Then you grew sick.
Far to fast and harsh to be a silly cold. You were three not understanding how to tell your mother you didn't feel so well.
She had the best doctors and nurses from everywhere try and figure out why you were hopelessly sick.
Word spread like fire in a forest that the Oya had a child.
Most gods filled with envy that she had a child with someone who wasn't them. Until they heard that the child was sick.
All ears perked up and all wings, boats ,and feet dashed to get to her. In hopes of helping her child and winning her favor.
But it was as clear as day why the child was sick when the gods saw the small child.
"I'm killing her?" Your mother whispers not wanting to disturb your sleep.
'Yes....' Zeus clarifies.
'She's not a pure blooded God. She's a demigod..... your not allowed to be in her life.' Athena whispers hands gently on your mother shoulders trying to ease her pain.
'No, this can't be...I just got her....'
'You have to let her go....or she'll die.' Eros the last person in the world your mother wanted to see right now says.
And though she'd rather beat him to a pulp them agree with him, she knew he was right.
So with tearful eyes and a heavy heart she sent her most trustful nymphs to check on your father.
Bruce Wayne.
She had cut off all ties with that man as soon as she knew she was pregnant with you. Deciding that he didn't need to bear the hurt of a dead child.
When the nymphs arrived they told your mother that he wasn't in good shape. A child of his own had just passed. Jason.
She remembers that boy vividly. She knew that she needed someone strong to raise you and a mourning father wouldn't do.
So she sent her nymphs out agian. And they found someone more.....suitable.
'She's an Amazon your majesty....she'll do until the child is old enough to go to camp.'
Your mother nodded having fought along side the Amazon women before and trusting them deeply despite her lack of knowledge of this specific woman.
'And she agreed?' Your mother ask. Watching you as you played in the flower filed. Though you were sick you still wanted to run and play so your mother let you...
Because she knew soon you wouldn't be here.
'Yes.' The nymphs reply.
'She leaves tomorrow....let me have this day with her....'
She spent the whole day with you. Holding you mesmerizing your touch. Your eyes the color and feel of your skin.
She'd miss you forever. Is all she thought about. She'd watch you from afar yes. But it'd never be that same.
'I give you this gift. It's my favorite thing in the world, other then you.' She mutters as she puts a necklace over your head.
You smile happily playing with necklace as your mother continues to hold you.
It's a gold necklace with a pendent of your mother symbol.
'And when the time is right....we will meet agian.' She whisper tears falling down her face as your little hands make haste to wipe them.
Though your mother rather not have them here alot of gods had shown up to send you on your way with gifts.
Though after everyone was down there was three who shocked everyone. Since they hardly ever gave their own children gifts, much less someone else's.
Ares steps up taking you from your mother's arms.
'To you, little one, I give the gift of strength. Let your strength be as strong as your heart. And let all your battles end with your victory.'
Your small eyes shinned with a dark blue light before it quickly disappeared.
The war God begrudgingly handed you over to Aphrodite silently wishing you were his to keep.
Aphrodite smiles as she holds you. Skin a lighter shade of your mother and almost mirroring your mother's reflection.
'To you, my dear I give the gift of beauty. May men and women gravel at your feet for your wit and beauty.'
The goddess smiles as your eyes turn a bright pink before it disappears agian.
The last one is Eros and your mother gives him a stern glare daring him to mess this up.
'You already have the beauty and the strength ,my love. So to you, I give the gift of love. May you never be without love. That all who meet you be smitten by your compassion and heart.'
Your eyes glow a deep red before the go back to normal.
Eros smiles as he hands you back to your mother. To say you will be loved would be an understatement he thinks to himself .
Your mother sighs a heavy and saddened breathe before kissing your head and giving you over to her trustful nymphs.
*************
'Oya has entrusted you with her dearest trusure. Do not mess this up.' Your mother's nymphs warn handing Diana you.
You reach out for your mother's nymphs wanting them to take you back to your mother like they always have.
They give you a sad smile and wave before they disappear. You whine and reach out but their already gone.
'It's just you and me now.....' Diana whispers tucking your curly hair behind your ear.
Almost like you understand exactly what she meant you begin crying. Tears of fear and sadness fill your eyes and Diana's apartment echos with your sobs.
Your mother watches from a mirror that Zues had given her to see exactly where you are 24/7.
Your mother's tribes expected rain for the next few months or years. But none came..
Just big Grey clouds.
Like she didn't want the sun to shine if not with you. And it didn't.
In Gotham the rain flooded the streets matching your tears almost completely.
And Diana wondered if you had something to do with it. When you slept the rain stopped and when you cried so did the clouds.
She figured you'd have powers she just didn't know to what extent.
She did know one thing though. She promised to care for you like a mother would. And that's what she would do.
Time passed and though your mother's heart ached as she watch you forget her, your home and your siblings. She was happy you had stopped crying.
Even if her sorrow didn't.
And Diana loved you like a mother. Almost not wanting you to go to school for the first time.
You made friends quickly finding peace easy.
You grew in beauty, strength and love where ever you went as promised.
The years went and your mother never stopped watching you.
You grew up thinking your mother was Diana. And your mother didn't despise Diana for never telling you the truth.
She knew Diana cared for you as well and if thinking that Diana was your mother is what was best for you then she'd happily sit in sorrow for eternity waiting to face you once more.
Your powers grew to be unstable. Wind bending at your will and storms conveying to your emotions. You were quick to learn how to defend with a sword like breathing.
Diana taught you what she could. She taught you all that she'd known. But eventually you had become better then her.
She admired your strength and it wasn't long until she made you her sidekick.
But fate had interviened and whether your mother planned it or not you were bound to meet your father.
You were ten when you first saw him. You didn't think much of him just surprised you'd actually get to meet batman.
But Bruce the ever knowing genius he was knew there was something diffrent about you.
He didn't comment on it. Scared he was wrong. Like his head was playing tricks on him.
He kept you close when he could. Asking you questions even asking Diana questions. But she'd never tell him the truth.
You on the other hand told him what you thought was the truth.
That you got your powers from Diana since you were part Amazon like her. Atleast that's what you thought.
You met Tim back then and kinda of clicked. It was a sweet bond you to shared. Nothing romantic, just natural.
As your powers grew monster began coming. You didn't notice it at first. Far to busy with school and friends and being a hero.
But Diana did.
She kept it hidden from you. Killing monsters out of sight.
And when you asked about that demon monster she'd been caught fighting in the news? She'd say it was just another villian.
Eventually the monsters got to powerful. To many in numbers and Diana knew it was time to take you to the camp.
It was your last day on patrol before you and Diana went on your 'family trip'.
You and Tim had sat on a rooftop talking about anything and everything when batman showed up.
His all black suit doing nothing to hide him from your senses.
'Hey batman.' You say waving as he makes himself know.
And Bruce doesn't know why he's never noticed but as he steps closer in the dim moonlight something shimmers on your neck.
A necklace.
Bruce would remember that necklace no matter how long its been.
It was your mother's....
Your head tilts confused to why he's staring at you but he makes not comment about it.
'Everything okay?' You joke smiling.
'Everything's fine....' Bruce mutters back his eyes snapping to meet yours...
Well if what he was thinking was true he did have some of your blood at the batcave from where you had gotten hurt to check your DNA.
'Tim we need to go home.'
'But she's leaving for the summer! Can't I stay for a little longer?!' Tim whines dramatically.
'No, this is.....serious.'
Tim's sighs before waving goodbye reminding you to text him.
You wave a big smile on your face as you make your way back home. Excited for your vacation.
Only to see Diana absolutely freaking out.
Her usually perfect hair is a mess and her hands quickly throw your clothes in a suitcases.
'Mom, what's wrong?' You ask.
She completely ignores you as she grabs your hand pulling you out the apartment locking the door.
She rushes you to her car throwing your suitcase in the trunk.
She quick to get as far away from the apartment as possible.
'Your hurt.....' You comment seeing a fresh scar on her cheek.
'I'm fine.' She replies.
You hum seeing her tense face.
'Mom....what's going on?' You ask not being able to stop yourself.
'We... we just had to get out of there.'
'Why not fly?'
'They can track us better in the air.' Diana says not thinking twice before mentally cursing herself for it.
'What can track us? Mom, what's tracking us?' You ask.
Diana was never one to run from a fight so you were definitely scared of whatever was tracking you guys.
'Baby, there's alot that you don't know... In your suitcase there's a note a letter from me. I wan't you to read it once we get there.'
You look at her confused not understanding why she couldn't just tell you now.
She doesn't turn to face you but you can see the tears that cloud her vision as she drives.
You think it's from fear, but it's not.
It's from sorrow. Sorrow of leaving you.
You don't speak for hours. The silence heavy on your worried heart as you stop at forest when Diana tells you to get out.
'Why are we here ,mom?' You question taking your suitcase from her hand. Then you notice it.
She didn't pack anything for her.
'Your not coming....are you?' You ask. Your voice small and scared.
'Think of this like a summer camp ,baby.'
You want to shrink. To hide. Or more importantly.
To go back home.
You can feel it. Something isn't right. It feels like all eyes are in you. Like your on the center of a stage and you don't know the script.
This isn't right.
'I want to go home.'
'Not right now ,baby..' Diana sighs cupping your face and tears want to fall from her eyes so bad but she doesn't allow them.
'Follow that trail... you'll be safe.'
She points to a long dirt trail and you turn to look at it before looking back at her.
She doesn't have the heart to tell you your not hers. That you never were.
That's she has no right to keep you. That she has no idea what's in those woods.
But that look in your eyes makes her want to puke. That helpless look. That scared look that you had when your mother's nymphs gave you to her.
She gets in her car.
'I'm scared.' You say your hand bunched into fist and she's seed it.
She does.
You want the truth. You deserve the truth.
But the truth was never her's to tell ,and you were never her's to keep.
'Just truth me.'
She says and you do.
Blindly you do.
Because she's your mom. She knows what's best right?
You nod one hand nervously fiddling with your nails while the other clutches your suitcase tight.
She puts the car into drive and looks away from you knowing she can't look at you as she leave.
'I love you ,mom.' You say your chest uneasy.
'I love you too.' She says as her foot hits the gas.
Though she knows it'll hurt she still looks at her mirror to make sure your walking down the trail.
Just like that you lose your second mother.
You walk down the trail and if you weren't so scared and nervous you would've thought it was nice.
Until you hear a scream that sounds like death. You almost chase after it, your hero instincts wanting to help.
But something deep inside of you tells you that whatever that is doesn't need help.
It's night by the time you see the camp.
The sky illuminated by the moon its a beautiful camp. Something that looks straight out of a movie.
Cabins all around but everyone seems to be asleep.
You knock on the big canines that says 'Camp Councilor' but no one opens.
Shame, you'll just have to sleep outside for tonight.
But there's no way your going to sleep on the ground.
The last thing you want to do is fight a bear in the middle of the night.
So you sleep in a tree hoping that all the dangerous animals are to tired to climb.
*****The week before at camp halfblood.*****
The clouds thundered and the sky was dark. As the Storm brewed all campers were inside.
No one seen when the new cabin appeared.
It was just there.
Like the wind brought it in.
'Who's symbol is that?' Percy asked his voice confused and slightly amused at the knew cabin.
'Oya, the goddess of the wind and storm ,or well change.' Annabeth replies.
All the campers gathered around the new cabin excited and some worried.
There's never been a new cabin before.
Smaller gods had there's kids stay with the Hermes kids not being 'good enough' for their own cabin.
So this God must've been special.
'Oya must be pretty powerful to get her kids a whole cabin.' Grover remarks as he watches some of the other campers try to look in the cabin or even open the door.
'Yeah, she is...but she's said to never been able to have kids.' Annabeth replies.
Percy however moves to try and open the door.
'It won't budge.' Percy whine jiggling the handle.
'That's right it won't.' Chrion says smiling as he takes in the big luxurious dark oak wood cabin.
'Why not?' Annabeth mutters.
'Oya had especially made this cabin for her daughter. Only she will decide who gets to enter.' Chrion replied shrugging.
'Not even you can get in?' Grover ask.
'Not even me.' Chiron clarifies.
'Wait this whole cabin is for one demigod?!' The other campers ask amazed. This was bigger then Percy's cabin.
Chiron nods smiling at the other campers jealousy.
'Well whoever she is I can't wait to see how strong she is.'
'Yeah, or how smart she is.'
'Guys can't we all be friends for once?'
****************Current day*******************
Diana walks back in her apartment the rooms feeling empty.
Your room feels empty.
'We need to talk.' Bruce voice makes her jump. How long had he been there?
He sits on her couch comfortably.
Not in his suit. Not batman. Just Bruce.
'Not now Bruce.' Diana replies motioning towards the door with her hand.
'Where is she?' Bruce ask his gaze looking over her. Noticing her tired expression. The cut on her cheek. Noticing the sadness.
'Who?' Diana ask playing along.
Bruce clears his throat fixing his tie and sitting forward.
'Let me refraze that.' His voice husky and cruel. Not Bruce.
Batman.
'Where is my daughter?'
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Who Ares, Aphrodite, and Eros felt like giving reader those gifts.
genshin sugar daddies: when they finally meet each other
you have seven sugar daddies: one for each day of the week. and although it can get overwhelming at times, you’ve done well to keep each and every relationship relatively separate, no matter how demanding of your attention they are. well, that all goes to shit when they’re all attending the same fucking party.
tw: nsfw, dark content
you’re fucked.
“is something wrong, dear?” ayato inquires. you do your best to put on your prettiest smile, smooth down your dress like nothing’s wrong, and squeeze his hand to reassure him that everything is a-okay.
“i’m fine. feeling a bit under the weather, is all.”
everything is not a-okay. underneath your jewel-encrusted gown you are trembling. kaeya shouldn’t even be here, you think. but there he is, chatting up some local politician that ayato had introduced you to earlier. it takes everything in you not to suggest leaving the gala when you had just arrived an hour ago.
ayato smiles, pressing a chaste kiss between your brows. “alright.”
home. just a couple weeks ago, ayato has begun to change his vocabulary. he says ‘ours’ instead of ‘my’ and ‘we’ instead of ‘me.’ every time you take off your new diamond-encrusted ring, he gives you a look you can’t stomach and glides it back onto your finger whenever he gets the chance. he’ll kiss you sweetly like nothing’s wrong but from the way his hand lingers on your ring finger says otherwise.
“i wish i could take you home right now,” ayato laments, taking your hand in his and slowly caressing the back of your knuckles like a lover would. “but you know how things are. publicity is half of the job.”
that’s why we entered this kind of relationship in the first place. you purse your lips. it was supposed to be contractual, nothing more.
ayato’s whispers of sweet-nothings into your ear contrasts your thoughts. he tells you how beautiful you look, how your cerulean gown matches his suit, about how he’ll take it off when you get back, all the while he’s navigating you through the crowds of people. his hand rests gently on the small of your back, as if it was his way of soothing you.
you’re fine, you tell yourself. there’s too many people here. kaeya won’t see you. you dread the idea of locking eyes with him, the dark scowl that’d spread on his lips, if you had the misfortune of seeing him again tonight. he might’ve known that you had other clients, but if he met them in person, you’re sure you’d never hear the end of it.
a/n: okay so i lowkey disliked this one so i didn’t proof read it im sorry y’all
warnings: bit of swearing, hair pulling if you squint (that’s all i think?)
wordcount: 1.5k
since summer break started, your schedule was free along with your younger brother ponyboy. you never really understood why he hung out with dallas but johnny was understandable.
you had been tagging along whenever they’d hang out recently, though whenever you did, he’d spend more time with johnny than he did with you.
leaving you with dallas winston.
dallas was always giving you a hard time, constantly irritating you to no end. he was insufferable and annoying since the day you guys met, it was almost comical really–but you would never admit that. his ego didn’t need anymore inflating.
currently, you were at home reading a book in the living room. your stomach laid on the floor as two-bit was sitting beside you, fully indulged in whatever was playing on the television.
the screen door opened as loud footsteps carried into the house, assuming it was more than one person.
you didn’t bother to look up as the loud noise made you reread the sentence you were currently on, but as you were about to read the next one, a hand moved down and swiped the book from you in a swift movement.
“the hell!” you huffed, looking up at the culprit.
and surely enough, it was dallas with that damn smug smirk on his face. he waved the book in front of your face, keeping it out of your reach but you made no effort on trying to get it back.
“always nose-deep in a damn book, you ever do somethin’ normal for once?’
“this is normal, y’hoodlum. ain’t my fault the only thing you read is the damn label on your cigarettes.” you retorted.
that made dallas’ smirk widen, hiding the book under his pit as he settled down on the couch behind you, “smart-ass.”
you bristled at his ability to be so flippant as you scrunched your nose up, sitting up from your spot on the floor to face him.
dallas noticed the look on your face as he couldn’t hold back a snicker, “lookin’ like y’got your panties in a twist, y’good princess?”
“piss off, hood,” you said huffed in blatant annoyance.
“what are we talkin’ ‘bout, now?” two-bit chimed in, a smirk on his face as he glanced between you and dallas.
the mickey mouse episode he had been watching came to an end as his attention was brought to the bickering teenagers.
dally just huffed, the smug expression still evident on his face. “just playin’ around. lil’ lady o’er here is actin’ all bummy though.”
two-bit chuckled, raising an eyebrow at dallas. “ain’t that just the usual, then? our lil’ miss ain’t ever up for y’banter.”
“he’s twistin’ it around, two-bit! I was just mindin’ my damn business, he started it!” you objected.
"me, start it?" dally smirked, his smugness growing by the second as he dragged you over towards him as he slipped his hands under your arms.
“asshole!” you huffed, trying to slap his hands off as two-bit snickered in amusement.
two-bit continued to laugh at the both of you, obviously enjoying himself. "y'all are like a bickering old married couple," he drawled, turning the television off. "always going at it like cats and dogs."
“like hell i’d ever get married to this jerk!” you grumbled in annoyance as dallas continued to drag you over.
dallas tried to hide his smirk as your irritation just fueled his amusement even more.
you now had your back pressed against dallas’ legs as he repositioned his hand so that it was resting on the couch head.
“eugh– your pants are all dirty.” your huffed, trying to move away but his free hand moved down to tug on your hair to keep you in place.
he laughed, loving how easy it was to get a rise out of her. "nah-uh-uh," he taunted. "this is what you get for that attitude of yours.”
you rolled your eyes, your cheeks flushing with a mix of annoyance and embarrassment. it was infuriating how he always knew just how to get under your skin.
but you were stubborn, and you weren’t going to give in so easily. "I ain't apologizing for something you deserved, dallas. you’re bein’ a jackass as usual."
dally's cocky smirk grew wider as she shot back at him. he loved it when she got feisty. “oh, really?" he said, raising an eyebrow. "and how was I bein' a jackass this time, huh?"
but before you could open your mouth to retort, ponyboy and johnny entered the room from the kitchen as you weren’t even aware that they were here.
ponyboy raised an eyebrow at the scene–dallas having his hand gripping your hair as you sat by his feet, trying to swat him away, two-bit on the floor watching the two of you like it was some soap opera.
“uh... johnny and I were thinkin’ about hittin’ the dingo, wanted to see if y’all wanted ‘ta come with.” ponyboy murmured awkwardly as johnny drifted his eyes away.
“hell yeah! It’s damn hot in this house,” two-bit grinned as he stretched and got up from his spot on the floor.
“cut it out, dal!” you huffed, finally getting his hand to tug away from your hair as you went to fix it up.
dallas, however, kept that smirk on his face as he got up from the couch to help you get up–in which you reluctantly accepted his offer.
given that it was a sunny saturday afternoon, the inside of the dingo was crowded.
music blared by the jukebox in the corner, and the area was filled with people laughing at booths, kissing, and drinking beer or shakes to balance out the hot weather.
dallas scanned the crowded room, searching for any familiar faces. he had just gotten into an argument with tim shepherd a little while ago so he didn’t want anything to do with him.
“anyone in there?” you murmured, playfully knocking on dallas’ head as the man averted his gaze to you.
“hey– watch it!” he grumbled, your lips starting to curve up into the form of an amused smirk.
but before he could get you back, you were already hurrying off to the booth where two-bit, johnny, and ponyboy were at.
dallas reluctantly followed behind you as the two of you made your way over to the others. two-bit was spouting nonsense like he always did while johnny and ponyboy were blowing off the paper wrapper from their straws at a waitress.
“cut it out, pony.” you warned your little brother as you slid next to him on the booth with dallas sitting in front of you.
soon enough, the table shifted to a fit of laughter and lighthearted conversations between the five of them.
though as you laughed at something two-bit had said, dallas brushed his foot against your ankle, making you stiffen and send him a confused glare.
dallas smirked smugly in turn before he brought two-bit’s attention away from the girl, talking about something else to purposely leave you out.
“asshole.” you muttered, resting your chin on your palm as you copied his previous actions by brushing your own foot against his ankle.
dallas stuttered mid-conversation as he tried to play it off cool by leaning against his seat, taking out a cigarette as he lit it up.
“hey, no smoking!” a grumpy old waitress nudged him as she suddenly stood by the booth to take their orders.
you all ordered the same thing, some burger, fries, colas—while you got a milkshake.
you’ve got a taste of the milkshakes at the dingo before and they were probably the best thing on the menu. a cold strawberry-milk blend with some whipped cream along with a pretty little cherry on top. perfect for a hot day.
time passed and you all eventually got your orders. two-bit and ponyboy spent no time digging into their meals as johnny and dallas went at the same pace.
meanwhile you were so occupied with your milkshake, eating some fries here and there as you took a sip in between your swallows.
you encircled your lips around the plastic straw, taking in the delicious, creamy flavour of the milkshake.
it was heavenly, one of the best things to ever exist as you continued taking a sip of it, your food neglected.
all the while dallas had been watching you, his eyes staring right at you like a hawk.
two-bit, of course, would never let this opportunity pass as he cackled loudly, all their eyes averting to him.
“what’s your problem, man? y’got everyone starin’.” dallas grumbled in confusion.
“nothin’s my problem, what’d you got with her though? can’t seem to take your eyes off o’ her.” two-bit sniggered as you raised your eyebrows.
dallas kicked two-bit’s foot underneath the table, taking an aggressive swing from his cola.
“dunno what you’re takin’ about, man. just eat your damn food, you’re hallucinatin.”
but you caught on as a smile found your lips, your gaze averting over to dallas who you caught staring at you.
but he didn’t look away, his eyes still on you as yours stayed on him.
just then, two-bit let out a wolf whistle, causing the two of you to blush and look away.
Yandere Platonic/Romantic Various X Naruto Reincarnated Female! Reader, Part One.
Reincarnated into the body of Naruto Uzumaki, but now female. You thought you knew the story. You had the knowledge of a fan, the memories of the anime, and the will to survive the cruel world of shinobi. What you didn’t expect was how the story would twist around you. The characters you once admired? Now they look at you with possessive eyes whether it's Romantic or Platonic.
You had prepared for a life of isolation in a tiny apartment, eating expired cup ramen, dodging glares from villagers.
But the timeline cracked the moment Mikoto Uchiha pulled you into her arms in the Hokage’s office and refused to let go.
"I won’t allow another child to suffer when I can give them a home," she said, her tone firm but her touch gentle.
Fugaku's eyes had been sharp, suspicious. He looked at you not just as an outsider, but as a threat. And you knew why. He feared what you housed in your body. Kurama. The Nine-Tails fox.
But then you clutched the hem of his cloak, with a big smile, letting out baby squeals of happiness.
You felt his chakra shift. His composure faltered. Mikoto smiled knowingly.
From that day on, Fugaku treated you like a daughter.
Itachi was the first to truly see you.
He watched you during dinner. The way you’d laugh and play with Sasuke, and the way you would interact with him.
Children your age don't go on saying fall sentences once they teeth, nor do they write in a perfect way.
"You don’t need to act around me," he whispered one evening when he found you curled up on the veranda, your eyes reflecting the moonlight.
You turned to him. "...I don’t know how else to survive."
He looked at you for a long moment before pulling you into his arms. "Then I will protect you. From them. From everyone."
From that moment on, Itachi's gentle exterior became something far more intense. He brought you dango after missions, trained with you longer than necessary, and held your hand a little too tightly when other boys looked your way.
He called it brotherly love. But it wasn't.
Sasuke masked his possessiveness as rivalry and jealousy.
He pretended he was jealous of Itachi spending time with you and tried to always attract his brother's attention by making the older boy train him.
And when you asked Itachi to train you too, Sasuke would intervene.
"You should have Okaa-san train you instead, because you lack in cooking and cleaning."
It wasn’t long before Sasuke started to show his possessiveness.
At first, he was your shadow. Always following you around. Always watching.
You noticed the change when you sparred with another boy in class and he bled your lip.
Sasuke didn’t speak that entire day. But the boy mysteriously broke his arm that evening.
You knew it was Sasuke.
And you knew if you called him out, he’d only smile that innocent Uchiha smile and say,
“I was just training with him."
Fugaku sought to suppress your Uzumaki heritage by having Mikoto dress you in the Uchiha clan's colors, replacing the Uzumaki crest with their own. Even your hair was styled in the traditional fashion of Uchiha women, further erasing any visible ties to your true lineage.
The night of the massacre came far sooner than you expected.
You knew it was inevitable, this world, this story, always carved in blood.
But you hadn’t expected the ache. The sense of wrongness that came with the silence that night.
The compound was too still. No candles in the windows. No echo of Sasuke’s footsteps. Just the wind, and the faint scent of iron.
You stepped outside barefoot, the gravel cold beneath your feet. That’s when you saw Mikoto and Fugaku in their own blood.
And then you heard footsteps.
Slow. Calm. Familiar.
Itachi.
“You weren’t supposed to see this.”
He stood in the hallway, his ANBU mask discarded at his side. His eyes burned red.
Blood was splattered across his uniform. Across his hands.
"W-Why?" your voice cracked, your body trembling. "Why did you-?"
"I told you,” he said softly. "If they ever tried to take you from me, I would stop them."
You didn’t understand.
He walked toward you, kneeling before you slowly like you might shatter. His fingers wiped Mikoto’s blood from your cheek with careful tenderness.
"They were planning to use you. To harness the Nine-Tails again. I couldn’t let them turn you into a weapon for their revolt."
With a cold stare, and voice, he says.
"Don't tell Sasuke the truth."
Those were the last words you heard from him before seeing Sasuke breakdown at the sight of his dead parents after returning home.
After Sasuke confronts Itachi, and the older brother lies to him before leaving, Sasuke turns for you to find comfort.
"I will kill him, [Name]. I’ll make him pay for what he did to our clan. To you."
You turned to face him and froze.
He wasn’t just angry.
He was burning.
And when he looked at you, it wasn’t as a teammate. Or a friend. Or even a brother.
It was someone who had chosen you.
"You were the only one he left alive," he whispered.
"The only one he spared. I know what he did to you even if you won’t say it."
You tried to explain that Itachi has done nothing to you in any manner, but Sasuke doesn't allow you to do so.
This story contains: cum eating, submissive yandere, sexual themes, stalking.
As long as you can remember, you've always had a little crush on the guy that would often deliver food to your house.
You can't blame yourself, the way he towers over you, the way he looks down at you with the softest smile ever. It was driving you crazy.
Meanwhile, you have no slightest idea of the way you torture him indirectly. The way you also drive him crazy, the way his dick would harden at the sight of you in your oversized top and tight shorts.
It's funny how he would cum into some of the food or drinks that you would order and you wouldn't even notice it. You were such a naive girl, you probably didn't know how he already stalked you for months, watched you everyday and jerked himself off to sleep at the thought of you. He wants to be inside you so bad.
So one night when he got a call from your address, he was quick to deliver your food. Once he arrived, you asked if he was free and would like to hang out with you for awhile. You didn't expect him to say yes.
The next thing you know, your bouncing up and down on his hard cock while he lay on his back. Crying, moaning and begging you to fuck his brains out.
"Y-you feel so good..." he whimpered, his voice shaky and quiet. He gripped your hips tightly, helping you bounce quicker on his fat cock.
"F-fuck!" He moaned, he's close. The sight beneath you sent shivers down your spine. He looked so pretty, all fucked up and pussy drunk.
TW: Standard Zombie stuff. Y’know, eating people, but it’s only mentions in this one.
I’d also like to say this Reader is Gender Neutral or at least you can pick your gender. Most of the pronouns are “you” and when they are referred to by other people, its “they” so… Yeah! Have fun reading and tell me if there are any spelling mistakes or things that don’t make sense.
Epilogue
You and Jill sat in two different… cells? The Batcave has cells. Lovely.
You watched Batman pace back and forth over and over while a whole gaggle of vigilantes stood behind him. The guy with the red helmet on looked familiar… did you and Jill see him after your guys’ first kill? Or was it before?
Everyone looked depressed. That was the easiest way to put it. All the bats and birds had the deepest frowns you could see, and Jill was also depressed, probably worried you both were going to be thrown in jail.
Speaking of which, why weren’t you?
“I can’t believe you!” The main bat yelled as he continued his pacing. “Killing six people, [Name], what is wrong with you?!”
You didn’t really know what to say to that so you just said the first thing that came to your mind. “I was hungry?”
“That doesn’t excuse it! Why didn’t you come to us?!” He continued his yelling.
“Why would I come to you…? How would I come to you? Did you want me to just stand in the street and wait until one of you noticed me or something?” You asked, confused.
“And now you’re being cheeky!” The man threw his hands up in anger. “[Name], you’re grounded! Forever!”
“Wha— you can’t ground me! You’re not my fucking dad!” You yelled back. The Batman was trying to ground you? What the hell? What, was he gonna keep you in this jail for the rest of your zombie life! You still don’t know how you both got here by the way. After he’d found you both on the train, you were both knocked out before you could register.
Batman gasped at that. Some of the birds did too.
You continued on with your words. “I don’t even live with you either!”
“Of course you do! Where else would you live? You’re seventeen and the apartment you used to store bodies in wasn’t used for any other purpose than that.”
“They live with me.” Jill spoke up, scratching her cheek. Honestly, how did the Batman of all people not know that?
Batman sharply turned his head to her. “You. What did you do to [Name]?”
“Excuse me?” Jill sounded startled.
“What did you do to them? [Name] would’ve never considered murder without an outside influence so what did you do?” It was Robin who spoke this time. The little kid drew his sword and slowly approached Jill’s cell.
You felt that if you and Jill could see each other, you both would’ve shared a look of ‘what the fuck is wrong with these dumbasses’?
“I’m sorry, do I know you guys?” You inquired, tilting your head slightly.
Red Robin sputtered at that. “Of course you do!”
A small silence encompassed the entire cave.
“Nuh uh.” You shook your head.
“What do you mean ‘Nuh uh’?! Did becoming a zombie mess with your memory?” At Red Robin’s words, he rushed over and unlocked the cell. He grabbed your face and pulled out a light to check your pupils. A few other vigilantes followed him in and clung to you or touched you in some type of way.
“No? I just don’t think we’ve ever talked more than like a second!” You pulled your face away as double R started muttering something about your pupils not reacting to light.
“Yes we have, [Name]. We talked before dinner the other day, didn’t we?” Some girl in purple spoke up. Spoiler, was it? She had her hand on your shoulder.
“Uh… no? The last dinner I had was with my family, and even then I didn’t get to eat anything cause they were serving human food.” You shrugged off the hand. She put it back a second later.
Another silence enveloped the cave.
Red Robin, you was still in front of you muttering about it your zombieness also paused and slowly looked to you. You couldn’t tell what his expression was.
He then pulled back his mask and your eyes widened at the sight of Tim Drake. Your Tim Drake. Your dipshit, older brother.
“Tim?!” You exclaimed.
Suddenly, Tim put his head in his hands and let out the longest sigh. After a bit, he dragged them down his face so he could stare at you.
“You had no idea we were vigilantes, did you?” He whispered, looking like he was wondering how the hell that slipped through the cracks.
(Tim really did like you. Really. It’s just that whenever you talked to him, he was either busy or tired and well… no one wants to be annoyed by their younger sibling so he shooed you off more often than not. But like he said, he did like you. He liked those rare mornings you made his favorite coffee and he would sit with you during breakfast while he drank it. He knew that you’d been the one to place blankets on him whenever he fell asleep randomly. He knew that you were a really caring person who looked out for him and the others. And if he never thanked you for it? What can he say? He’s a busy guy.)
“Wha— why would I know that?!” You yelled. You then watched as Red Ro— Tim pulled away from you. The other vigilantes followed and you and Jill both watched as they all convened and whispered to one another.
(“I told Dick a Justice League alert went off so I told him to tell them.”
“And I told Duke that I had to pop back to Blüdhaven because of an emergency. So he was supposed to tell them!”
“Killer Croc appeared during the lunch I planned to tell [Name] though! I told Steph to tell them!”
“But an emergency happened and I—)
They eventually came back to [Name] Black Bat even moved to unlock Jill’s cell. She immediately rushed over to sit criss-cross applesauce next to you. Some of the Bats frowned at that for whatever reason. You didn’t care to know why.
All you knew was that if they tried anything towards Jill like taking her to jail…
The big bat himself cleared his throat. “[Name], it has come to our attention that you never knew our identities and therefore didn’t know if you could come to us in a time of need.” Batman— or was it Bruce(?) said. He was the only one you thought had the build and jaw shape to be the Bat.
“Yeah, no shit.” You grumbled, Jill grabbed your hand and squeezed it. Probably trying to tell you to shut the fuck up.
“Language. Now as I was saying. I understand you didn’t know to come to us, but [Name], surely you know it wasn’t okay to murder six people, right?”
“I guess…? They all also murdered people too. Most of them did anyways.”
“Yes, but two wrongs don’t make a right, now do they?” Bruce, for the first time ever, was speaking to you in an almost babying tone. Like you were five and he was lecturing you on breaking Tim’s toy truck or whatever wrongs a kid at that age could do.
“Sure.” You said with the blankest tone ever.
“Then from now on you’ll come to us, right? If you’re ever hungry for humans, we’ll get you some because we’re your family and we care about you.” You would’ve been surprised if he didn’t start wagging his finger any second now.
“Sure.” You said blankly again.
“Good. Now, as for your little friend.” Bruce turned his head to Jill. She jumped. “I don’t want to see you coerce [Name] into anything ever again. Do you understand me?”
“Yes sir.” She nodded quickly, her grip tightening harder on your hand.
Meanwhile, during that interaction, you were giving him the stink eye.
Who does he think he is talking to Jill like that?
“I hope you know that the only reason I’m not letting you take the fall from the entire thing is that you’re [Name]’s friend.” Bruce ground out.
You wanted to bite into his Achilles heel. Though, his boots did look reinforced so you might chip a tooth instead.
“Now, run along you two. Alfred’s going to start on dinner soon.” He pointedly looked at Jill again. “At the table, we can further discuss if we think you’re truly a worthy friend for [Name].”
You couldn’t help but glare at him for that. Jill is the truest friend you’ve ever had. At least they were letting you both go though… You stood and followed Alfred to the elevator, pulling Jill along. When you both exited, all three of you were now and one of the manor’s corridors. Alfred walked ahead, expecting you both to follow. You were about to, but Jill pulled you back…
…and kissed the life (ha ha) out of you.
“Fuck, I thought we were going to jail for sure.” She said as she pulled away from the kiss, yet stayed to rest her forehead on yours.
You were getting a feeling that the bond between you and the ninjas was starting to fall apart.
They were not doing this purposely but it was because everyone was growing up fast.
Nya, who used to talk with you about machinery, was now a kunoichi of water.
Kai, whom you used to banter with you started to only greet you with a nod.
Lloyd, whom you used to share your love for comics had suddenly grown up.
Cole, who used to be your foodie buddy, suddenly decided to stop overeating.
Jay, who used to always start a prank war right after your first prank, decided it was best to ignore what you did.
And finally, Zane and Pixal, who used to take care of your well-being, were now nowhere to be seen.
The ninjas were all busy in their own missions.
And so were you.
You had a higher position over the the police of all the Ninjago.
You were an NPS Officer. Ninjago Police Service.
At an age when you should have been in high school, you were already regarded as a respectful and lawful officer.
You were respected by people older than you as well.
But during your free time, you are considered to have a childish personality that seeks attention of any kind.
Well you used to.
It had been a year since you met the ninja.
You left them after you realised that they won't be able to give much time anymore to each other, including you.
"We need the Commissioner!" Out of nowhere, the red ninja, Kai, barges into the police station.
"He's not taking any visitors." The officer in front of him monotonously replies.
"But it's important." Cole urged.
You kept a hand on the officer's shoulder and looked at Cole, "Is it about the Sons of Garmadon?"
"[Name]--!" He shook his head, "Yes!"
You looked at the officer, "Send them in."
"Yes, ma'am!" He saluted, guiding them in.
"Thanks [Name]!" Nya greeted you with a hug. "It's good to see you."
"Yeah..." You didn't really feel the connection between them again.
Nya noticed the distant look on you and let it be for now, following others to the office.
"[Name]!" You looked down to see a toddler beaming down at you.
"Eh?" You picked him up.
"Yippie!!"
"Master Wu?"
-
In the end, you had arrested the princess and the other Sons of Garmadon members, but after that, Garmadon in the end did return and attacked the police station.
The princess who was put up for questioning had a jail break before even going behind the bars.
And thats where all the chaos began.
With the police officers and you being completely overpowered by actual powers, you all were put behind the bars.
And within months, the whole city had collapsed.
Thankfully, the ninjas had saved the city again, along with the resistance.
And then came the difficult part.
Reunions.
In order to thank the ninjas, you all threw them a surprise party with the famous band that played the Weekend Whip.
And it was really difficult to stay hidden from the ninjas, when Nya and Pixel kept pulling you in to join them.
Despite your refusal.
"Its so good to see you again!"
They gave you a group hug.
"Yeah..."
The reason you couldn't meet them in the eye because they had changed so much.
Kai was more goofy like Jay yet still cocky.
Lloyd was more mature now than before.
Nya and you didn't really have anything in common anymore.
Zane and PIXAL were now together again which didn't really bother you.
It was nice to see Pixel actually here.
Cole had regained his love for cake.
And Jay was...
Still the same but more chaotic.
Reconciling was not really part of your nature.
They were so different now that it seemed like you were facing people whom you didn't know anymore.
You always liked to move on from your old friends since they never stayed in touch.
You are not used to this.
"Madam-sir!" An officer saluted you from behind.
"What is it?" With one glance, the officer was trembling in fear already.
"T-The crowd is getting out of hand so what should we do ma'am?"
You sighed.
From relief and disbelief at the fear the officer was showing.
"Barricade the area so the crowd doesn't get out of control. Make sure they are 10 meters away from this area." You left with him without waving goodbye to the people with whom you once lived.
"She's quite busy isn't she?" Jay nervously laughed.
"Not as busy as we were, Jay." Zane added, "We hadn't met her for over a year because of our missions."
"We didn't even notice that she moved back to her apartment." Kai rubbed the back of his head.
Nya sighed, "Not only that, we didn't really keep in touch as well."
"Her behaviour is understandable," Pixel interjected. "We had grown a lot in a year, and it's difficult for her to reconcile when we have been away for so long."
Cole looked even worse, "She didn't even hug me like we used to."
"Forget hugging her!" Lloyd dragged his hand down to his face, "She did not even look at me! She was acting as if she had never met me before."
"It kinda felt the same for us as well, Lloyd." Nya frowned.
They didn't like it one bit.
You used to be closer to them.
Now it felt like even though you were close, you were so far away.
And not only that, you have changed a lot since then.
Thats okay though.
They will get used to it.
Because only after being so far apart from you did they realised their deep love for you.
The feeling of you not being beside them had only made them miss you so much.
Even if you didn't like or love them back didn't matter anymore to them.
Their love for you surpassed those emotions already.
You didn't have a say in this anymore.
Part 2?
For those of you who don't know what a NPS (Ninjago Police Service) Officer does, they are primarily responsible for maintaining law and order, preventing and investigating crimes, and ensuring public safety. They lead and manage police forces at the state and central levels, encompassing roles in law enforcement, intelligence gathering, counterterrorism, and public order management.
❝DID YOU GET ENOUGH LOVE, MY LITTLE DOVE, WHY DO YOU CRY?❞
୨⎯ ┊BATFAM X NEGLECTED!HEALER!READER ꒱
✰ ৎ──────SYPNOPSIS: all you ever wanted was a purpose. something that would give meaning to your existence, your power. healing others was the only thing that ever made you feel alive, needed… until you ended up in that awful place.
or… in which some decisions end in an unfortunate tragedy for some.
✰ ৎ────── masterlist. | prev. | next.
What’s so important about your power?
The question returns, as it always does, in the quiet moments. When no one is watching. When there’s no blood, no patients, no bodies to heal.
When there’s no excuse to exist.
Why do you do it? Why can’t you just stop?
It was never just about healing. It’s never been only that.
It’s… the only thing that gives you meaning.
You didn’t like hurting yourself, though you do. You didn’t enjoy the pain of others, though you feel it. You never wanted to die stitching together lives that weren’t your own, though you know that’s exactly what will happen if no one stops you.
It’s just that you don’t know how to live without it.
Every time someone bleeds and you can’t intervene, something curls inside you. Like you’re a broken doll, incomplete, incapable of fulfilling the one thing you were made to do.
Every time someone breaks and you don’t stitch them back together, a piece of you splinters too.
Your power became something greater than a skill.
It’s your compass. Your purpose, your voice.
When Masashi told you that you were special, that no one else could do what you could, you believed him.
How could you not? He let you heal. He let you treat patient after patient. He let you use your power. He looked at you with a warm smile when you were exhausted, bleeding, shaking… and told you that you’d done well.
He’s proud of you. He never asked if you were okay. Only if the patient had survived.
And over time, you learned to ignore yourself too.
When a bone breaks, you fix it. When an organ fails, you rebuild it. Even if it shatters you inside.
You know you can endure it.
You have to.
Bruce wouldn’t understand.
Your father would never accept it.
Would he be the first to stand against the only reason you have to live?
What’s the worth of a power if you can’t use it?
You never asked the question aloud. You didn’t have to, you already knew the answer. You’d felt it in your fingers, numbed by thread. In your nails, bloodied from stitching too hard. In the needle that no longer hurt when you drove it into your own arm just to practice, just so you wouldn’t forget what it felt like.
Just so you wouldn’t grow rusty.
Just so you could still be useful.
This power is yours. You had accepted it as such. It wasn’t a gift, and it wasn’t a curse. This power is a responsibility.
If you had it, then you had to use it. If you used it, then you could save. And if you could save lives… then maybe you weren’t a bad person.
That’s what you thought.
You weren’t a good person.
You’re not like them. You’ll never be like the heroes. They shine. They reach people’s hearts. Heroes lift buildings with a smile, capes fluttering in the wind, saying things that make people feel safe.
But you couldn’t do that.
You know perfectly well you don’t speak kindly to your patients. You sound irritated, frustrated, because you are. Why would you be happy treating injured people? You hated seeing the pain on their faces, but you loved the joy when you saved them.
You didn’t know how to comfort people. You only knew how to stitch torn flesh, mend shattered bones, repair punctured organs. You only knew how to drive a needle deep into their bodies and keep threading until their bodies stopped begging to die.
It was that… or nothing.
And now you were in Gotham.
The city that either rejects or embraces everything rotten in the world. Everything that could ever be like you.
Mutants, metas, people with abnormalities. Gotham didn’t want them. It didn’t need that kind of trouble. Ironically, though, the city also seemed to be a magnet for exactly those kinds of people.
Your father, Bruce, is the symbol of that, at least his alter ego is. Batman was the unspoken law. The silent rule that dictated: if you were born different, you were a potential threat to the city. To his city. Even if you wanted to help, even if you had never hurt anyone.
Because people born like you always ended up being a problem for the city and for the innocent. Everyone had to be investigated before being treated like a person.
You aren’t trusted.
Thankfully, Bruce hasn’t figured it out yet. No one in your family has.
You feel proud of having successfully fooled an entire family of heroes and detectives.
Then again, Masashi likely intervened in every document related to your existence, carefully crafting your life before Gotham to avoid suspicion.
That was… a rather helpful gesture on his part. You’re not surprised Masashi was so meticulous with your whereabouts. What genuinely does surprise you is that he didn’t warn you in advance about everything that was going to happen.
His silence is suspicious. Masashi has never left you alone for this long. He was always too clingy, too eager to spend every second by your side.
But then again, considering the kind of people your family is made of, it wouldn’t be surprising if Masashi took overly cautious, even surgical steps before finding a way into Gotham.
You can’t blame him. You’re scared of your own family too.
Every time Bruce walks past you… Every time one of your brothers talks about missions, villains, or justice… You shrink a little more inside. Like your very existence is a betrayal waiting to be exposed.
Because you know that once they find out what you really are, they won’t look at you the same way anymore. They won’t look at you like you’re something normal, like you’re something human.
You haven’t used your power.
You can’t use it.
You’re scared.
You’re terrified of all of them.
Is this really the right thing to do? Doubt fills you. You’re afraid… What do you want right now? There are no injured people in this mansion. No patients to treat.
Only you.
Running away like a coward, too afraid to face the consequences of your actions. With the truth of your existence pressing down on your shoulders.
Why did you want Bruce to look at you with the same approval Masashi always gave you?
You were alone again. The only company you had was the trembling in your fingers as you wondered how quickly you'd forget everything you’d learned.
What was the point of being alive if you couldn’t save anyone?
You didn’t know what to say. You didn’t dare say anything at all.
Because in the end, the only thing separating you from being a burden, the only thing that helped you believe you weren’t useless, the only thing that let you think you weren’t a bad person, that maybe, just maybe, you could really save someone’s life—
…was your power.
You loved your power. You adored it like nothing else in the world. Your power went far beyond any feeling of ego or control—over others or even yourself.
You loved your power because you knew that saving someone was the right thing to do.
The right thing, even if it hurt.
The right thing, even if you bled.
The right thing, even if it tore you apart.
Masashi always understood that. He was the one who helped you stop hating your power. He helped you stop questioning your existence, gave you a purpose, something to keep fighting for.
He never told you to stop.
He never scolded you for using it.
He was never horrified when you trembled with fever after healing over thirteen critically injured patients in a single night.
He just said: “Good job. You’re really… good at this, aren’t you?”
You believed him.
You were enough, for him.
Now you were here, in Gotham. A city where “goodness” was far more complicated than it pretended to be. You understand why a hero would stop you if they saw what you were doing.
You know they wouldn’t hurt you… And that was even more terrifying than being punished.
Because you understand that not hurting you would mean forbidding you. It would be the same as telling you that you can’t help anymore.
That you can’t save anyone.
That maybe… things would be better that way.
But you know that isn’t possible. If you stopped using your power, if you stopped healing, then who would you even be?
Who are you without your power?
Would you become that same dying girl with no last name again? Or would you turn into the greatest failure your father could have ever imagined?
No one.
You’d be no one.
Just a useless child, living in a massive house, waiting for something, or someone, to break, just so your existence could be justified.
At first, you thought maybe, just maybe, your father could understand. That foolish hope shattered the moment you found out Bruce Wayne was Batman.
Batman doesn’t trust what he can’t control.
You discovered his identity by accident. And with it, you discovered your sentence.
He wouldn’t allow what you do. You doubt Bruce would go as far as to believe a child is inherently evil… But you know it’s his job to stop things like you, and you don’t want to be stopped.
You can’t be stopped.
Because if you abandon everything that makes you who you are, then all that’s left is the worst version of you.
A broken child, a lie inside Wayne Manor, a horrible lie to this poor family, a metahuman hidden among orphaned children who fight crime wearing masks.
Damian already told you, and he’s right.
In this house, you’ll only ever be known as a burden.
You theorize that Bruce thinks he’s protecting you by keeping you on the sidelines. That he genuinely believes offering you a bed, food, a family close enough to see but distant enough to ignore, is enough to keep you safe.
Unfortunately for Bruce, he doesn’t know that it’s not enough. It never has been.
You can survive without all that.
What you need is something else. You need to save someone. To make your pain worth something. To see your power move. To watch the thread pass through flesh, in and out of their bodies.
You need this pain to be worth something.
If Bruce knew… he’d take it away. He’d lock you up, he’d isolate you. Maybe even hand you over, maybe because he secretly hated you for being a liar or maybe because he truly believed that separating you from your power was the healthiest thing he could do for you.
Unlike Masashi, Bruce would never accept that you needed to survive through your power.
Masashi at least knows. He knows that you’re already broken.
And still, he let you save lives.
This life is so painfully strange and complicated. You hope you’ve done the right thing, even as the doubts grow more unbearable with time.
You just hope… You’ll be able to leave this place at the right moment.
Masashi would never consider himself a ruthless man.
No, not at all.
He considers himself a just man.
Someone who does what must be done. Someone who doesn’t reject his true nature, who doesn’t waste time clinging to moral illusions about what’s right or wrong.
Masashi simply adapts. He takes advantage of every opportunity life gives him, molding the pieces as they best serve his cause.
That’s perfectly normal, for everyone. The only difference lies in whether you choose to accept it or live in ignorance while chasing vague moral ideals of what “good” means in this world.
To Masashi, you were one of those pieces.
If not the best one he’s ever obtained, ironically, even he didn’t realize that at first.
Meeting you was a blessing.
One he didn’t recognize until much later. Until the second time he saw you.
Masashi still remembers the first day he laid eyes on you.
Killing your mother was necessary.
It was even… fun.
That woman was foolish enough to think she could leave him. As if walking away would be enough to disappear without a trace. As if a traitor could ever hide from consequences.
Masashi always found a way to reclaim what he considered his.
Muchitsujo Seika.
A distinguished, highly respected woman, meticulous, brilliant in the field of medicine. She could have become a leading figure in Japan.
Seika could have been remembered for years to come, for her work, her pure effort.
But she made one critical mistake: She crossed a clear line. She dared to think her life belonged to her.
There’s no need to talk much about Seika. She was capable, talented, even brilliant.
But also naive.
She knew exactly who she was getting involved with. She knew she couldn’t leave without consequences. And yet she tried. Even knowing the risk. She actually believed she could hide a child from him.
Seika thought she could protect you from him.
The media didn’t say much.
They couldn’t. Masashi made sure of that.
Seika had been a well-known doctor in certain circles. Quiet, brilliant, with a spotless career and an unshakable reputation. Her sudden disappearance was, of course, an anomaly.
But Masashi filled in the blanks with an elegant and functional narrative: That Seika had chosen to leave medicine after an unexpected pregnancy and raise her daughter alone in a quiet place, away from the public eye. A reserved woman making a personal choice. Nothing more.
There was no body. There was no funeral.
Only an absence far too convenient.
It was the story he himself planted. The story you’d one day be told, whispered in a soft voice, with the rehearsed sorrow of someone who says, “I was too late.” A lie, carefully crafted, precisely manipulated by his own hand.
“Seika left to raise her daughter. Then… she vanished. Some say she was murdered. No one knows for certain what happened to her.”
All lies.
Masashi remembers the truth.
He remembers every second.
He remembers the blood. The spasms. The way Seika dragged herself across the freezing floor, dripping life, trying to reach the little creature she’d just brought into the world.
Just a few steps.
Never enough.
He remembers Seika on the hospital floor. The cold lights. The dull sound of her body collapsing against the tile.
It was a grotesque, desperate spectacle…
And at the same time, profoundly beautiful.
The terror in her face. The trembling in her hands. The pain in her eyes.
All of it was worth more than any apology she could’ve offered.
"You don’t have to do this… you don’t have to do this to her…” She whispered, barely a murmur, as blood poured down her coat.
“Of course I don’t.” He replied, voice gentle.
“But I want to.”
All she tried to do was reach the baby.
It was useless. Pathetic, even. The desperate effort of a mother who hadn’t yet realized she was already dead.
Masashi didn’t feel hatred. Just a flicker of irritation, like a tool breaking before it finished its task.
Still, even Masashi knew there was nothing interesting about caring for an infant.
A baby was useless. All it did was cry. The thought alone was tedious.
Who was supposed to take care of you? Him?
Ridiculous.
Then everything went quiet.
It was Charlotte who spoke next.
“The baby… are you going to get rid of her too?”
He looked at her without much interest.
“Why bother? She’s worthless. She’ll probably die with her mother. Wouldn’t that be lovely for them both?”
Charlotte lowered her gaze, calm.
“And yet… she could become useful. In time. You said the mother had potential. Maybe the daughter does too.”
Masashi didn’t answer right away.
“You’re suggesting I let her live?”
“I’m suggesting that if there’s no reason to kill her, letting her live isn’t a loss. If she dies on her own, time will have solved the matter for us. But if she survives… she might be worth something.”
He let out a soft laugh, thoroughly delighted by the idea Charlotte had offered. Masashi simply reached out and patted her head, like a master praising his dog.
“Good work. I really have taught you well.”
Masashi granted you the benefit of the doubt.
The decision was made. A decision based on logic. On a remote possibility, and the mild pleasure of watching what the future might bring.
There wasn’t much hope for you. You were just a tiny thing, so fragile, you barely counted as real.
Masashi didn’t believe you were special.
But like any other experiment, you had to be tested.
You were thrown into the nameless misery of Japan’s outskirts the moment you were born.
Brothels. Damp streets. Alleys where the sky didn’t seem to exist.
Seeing if you survived was the only curiosity in his mind.
If you did… maybe.
If not, who would mourn you?
If you couldn’t survive something that simple, then it was impossible for Masashi to imagine you'd be worth anything later.
Because it wasn’t as if someone would come for you, claim you, or protect you from the cruelties of the world at such a young age.
Years later, Masashi found you again. He hadn’t looked for you. Hadn’t even thought of you all those years. His expectations were minimal, if not nonexistent.
It was a coincidence, a twist of chance, but sometimes, fate arranges its pieces with terrifying precision.
The girl he saw wasn’t a living creature. She was an empty shell, dead eyes, the perfect mirror of her mother, without her fire. A walking corpse.
You were injured… and healing yourself.
The power surprised him. Not just the fact that it existed, but its rarity.
“Healing?” Masashi murmured, watching from a distance.
He crouched in front of you, studying the scene without intervening. Thin, almost transparent and luminous threads pierced your own flesh at inhuman speed. Needles, impossible to ignore, yet you didn’t cry. You didn’t even tremble.
You simply worked. As if that was the only thing you’d ever been taught to do.
“How interesting…” Masashi remembers how you looked at him.
Wordless. As if unsure whether you should fear him, or thank him. It no longer mattered. Because he had already decided.
That strange, broken, useful creature, would belong to him.
It wasn’t an act of love. It wasn’t vengeance. Because if he couldn’t keep Seika, then he would take what she left behind. As he should have from the beginning.
The daughter would suffice. You would be enough.
This time, Masashi would shape you from the start.
“You’re going to stay with me.” He said with a bright smile, stroking your head with something that resembled tenderness, but couldn’t possibly be called that.
“I’ll teach you not to waste what you are.”
You didn’t respond. You simply blinked, slowly.
You were empty. No mother. No father figures. No relatives to run to. No identity. No functioning emotional framework.
All that was left was that absurd need to serve, to heal, to do something useful with a body no one had asked to be born into.
Perfect.
Masashi would be more than happy to fill every corner of your being.
You didn’t have to ask for guidance.
He gave it to you.
You didn’t have to cry for your mother.
He told you he arrived too late. That there was nothing he could do.
That he believed you had died along with her.
A convenient story.
He wasn’t trying to inspire pity. He simply needed to keep you calm.
Masashi found it almost moving.
You—a child with no trace of anger, no ambition, no drive.
You were just waiting for someone to tell you who you were.
And he did.
He told you pain must have a purpose. That you were only valuable if you could heal. That being good meant being useful, nothing more. That you could save the innocent with the gift you’d been given.
You believed him. You accepted it, desperately.
Because you had never known anything else.
You were far too lost back then to even consider searching for something more.
You just wanted to save lives.
At least that way, you wouldn’t be a bad person.
The room was dim, lit only by the warm lamp beside the bed and the pale glow of the moon slipping through the curtains. Seika had settled onto the futon with effort, cradling her belly in her arms as if holding something fragile, precious, irreplaceable.
She couldn’t sleep.
Lately, Seika rarely managed to.
This time, it wasn’t because of the sharp aches in her back or the accumulated exhaustion from the past few weeks, with the worrying surge of patients suffering from deadly diseases and injuries.
This time, it was something softer. Sweeter.
Something inside her was begging, pleading, not to let the night pass without saying something.
So she gave in to the whim of speaking to her daughter.
“You know… I’ve been thinking about you all day.” She murmured, gently caressing the soft curve of her abdomen. “I wondered if you’ll like the rain. It calms me... but you move around a lot when it rains. Does that mean you don’t like it? Or does it excite you?”
She smiled. A slow, tired smile, but a real one.
“I don’t know what color your eyes will be. That makes me laugh a little. I’d like them to be like mine, though… if you end up looking like him, I think I’ll still love you just as much.” She chuckled at her own illogical thought.
“Silly, right? As if I could stop loving you over a few genes.”
Seika paused. She closed her eyes for a moment. The silence was thick, all-encompassing. Outside, the wind shook the branches of the tree in the yard.
“I want to give you a peaceful life. A life of school, snacks, books… a slow childhood, like the ones you don’t see much anymore. Far from harm and problems no child should ever face. But I don’t know if I can. I don’t know if the world will let us.”
Her voice dropped, barely a whisper.
“I don’t know if he will let us.”
There it was... the name she didn’t dare say out loud.
Masashi.
Her worst mistake, her crime.
But Seika wasn’t going to think about that now. Not about that man. Not tonight. She couldn’t.
“No, no. Not tonight, little one.” She sighed, her eyes fixed on the ceiling. “Tonight, I just want to imagine you happy. Walking through a park. Laughing with your mouth wide open, without fear. Breaking things by accident. Dreaming big dreams, the kind that sound impossible when you say them out loud.”
Her voice trembled.
“I want you to know that I wanted you. I waited for you. I worried. I protected you. As much as I could, I protected you.”
She brought her hands to the center of her belly and pressed gently, as if trying to draw that invisible bond between them even closer.
“I don’t know if I’ll be there to watch you grow. And even if I am… maybe not in the way I’d like.”
She swallowed hard.
“But I want you to know this: I love you already. I love you unconditionally. Without knowing you. I love you with a part of me I never used before.”
She lay down fully, slowly, exhaling as if the weight of the world had become a little easier to bear.
“I’ll name you with care.” She whispered. “I’ll give you something beautiful, something strong. A name that protects you when I’m not there, a name that feels like home. Not a weapon, not a curse… just a real name.”
A tear slid down her cheek, quiet.
“I want to give you everything I never had. I want you to never feel alone.”
She caressed her belly one last time, as the soft movements of the baby answered her touch, as if truly listening.
“If the world ever hurts you, I want you to know your mother loved you before you were born. That she talked to you every night. That she laughed to herself thinking about your imagined quirks. That she dreamed of your tiny hands, your voice, your face full of questions.”
Then, with a gentle sigh, she closed her eyes.
“Tonight, tonight and for all my life… I just want to love you.”
“I promise I’ll be a good mother… I only wish you’ll come into this world safely and live happily… without worries…” Seika hummed a familiar melody. A lullaby, perfect for practicing, for when you finally arrive into the world, into her life.
“I’ll love you for all eternity, little one… I already love you, and I always will.”
A shame that, without knowing it, this counted as a farewell for both of them.
TW: Standard Zombie stuff. Y’know, eating people, but it’s only mentions in this one.
I’d also like to say this Reader is Gender Neutral or at least you can pick your gender. Most of the pronouns are “you” and when they are referred to by other people, its “they” so… Yeah! Have fun reading and tell me if there are any spelling mistakes or things that don’t make sense.
Chapter Nine
You and Jill took another alleyway. The sounds of your footstep’s thump thump thumping was loud in your ears. Or was that your heart? No… you didn’t have a heartbeat anymore it was definitely your shoes. Jill was still pulling you along around corners and through shortcuts.
In the distance, you could hear cop car sirens blaring. (Bruce later told you they put an APB out for the two of you) They were getting closer.
Shit—
You pushed Jill up against a wall and kissed the snot out of her as a unit of cars sped past the alley the two of you were in.
What? You panicked!
When you pulled away, Jill was redder than the Christmas ornament you accidentally shattered when you were like twelve and helping Alfred decorate one of the man trees in the manor.
“Kissing to hide faces always works in spy movies…?” You offered your explanation.
Jill’s mouth open and closed for a moment, trying to find something to say to that. “We’re going to talk about why that was your first instinct later, okay?” She gently pushed you away and grabbed your hand so you could both start running again.
Meanwhile, you were just stuck on the fact there would be a later. You really, really hoped there would be, you thought as you both went down the steps into Gotham’s underground train station.
Bruce Wayne POV
“…What?”
“It’s [Name]. I don’t know any other way to put i—” She was cut off by a chime on the computer. Bruce heard a few clicks. “They’re at the train station in The Bowery. [Name] just withdrew eight hundred dollars from an atm.”
“You think they’ll run?” Bruce asked as he started running across the rooftops once more.
“The cameras tell me that they will. They hopped the turnstiles and are waiting by the platform.” She said, more typing could be heard. “I have no idea what stop they’re going to get off at.”
“Probably the station near the Trigate Bridge.” Bruce murmured as he jumped down into a rather wide alley and tapped a button on his arm.
“Probably.” She murmured. “Then all they’d have to do is take a cab and be out the city in less than thirty minutes.”
Bruce hated the thought that his easiest child was set on leaving the family.
(He really does love you as one of his kids. But, like he said, you were easy, not one to cause problems or stir up trouble, with excellent academic and extracurricular performances. That was why his attention towards you was always lacking. You could take care of yourself. You were independent. You didn’t need him. And with the way you easily went off killing people with your partner in crime without a care in the world? It seemed that you still didn’t.
He really did wish you needed him sometimes.)
You and Jill stood at the platform, waiting for the train. You and Jill were still holding hands. You could feel her pulse through her skin, beating rapidly.
In a weird way, you kinda wanted to sink your teeth into her. Not in a zombie way, but in a “I admire every single part of you so much so that I need to consume you so that you can be apart of me” kinda way.
Yeah, that was the easiest way to put it. This zombie stuff was really affecting you weirdly, huh?
Jill squeezed your hand as the train skid to a stop in front of the crowd the two of you stood in. She took a deep breath. “Everything’s gonna be fine, [Name].”
“I know.” You said. You both walked with the crowd and settled into some seats. “Jill, everything’s gonna be fine as long as we’re together.”
“That’s right.” She murmured, letting her head tip onto your shoulder. “Everything’s gonna be just fine.” She exhaled shakily.
Bruce Wayne POV
“They’re getting into the train, Bruce.” Barbara warned just as the Batmobile came barreling down the alley. Bruce jumped just as the car’s top open and safely landed inside. He quickly planted his hands on the steering wheel and started driving.
Could he cut off the train? No, it’d be easier to wait for them at the stop. Or maybe he could…?
Bruce took and left and then a right and then other right until he drove the Batmobile off of a bridge and entered one of the tunnels underneath said bridge. He pulled up the layout of the tunnels on one of the screens. He made sure that the tunnels with train tracks were highlighted. He drove until he finally stopped at a tunnel diagonal to him.
It was then that he started his wait.
“So… where are we gonna go once we’re out of Gotham?” You asked, making sure to whisper in the relative silence of the train.
“I don’t know.” Jill muttered. “Not Metropolis. Superman and Batman might work together to get us. Plus it’s way too bright over there.”
You thought for a moment before replying. “Okay, how about no cities with superheroes at all?”
“You sure? I was about to suggest Blüdhaven. That’s the second easiest place we could kill so you could eat.”
“Yeah, but Nightwing’s there and he’s a Bat too, isn’t he?” You asked, puzzled. “He’d be worse than Superman.”
“True.” She sounded defeated. “I don’t know then…”
“How about we join a circus like Dickie and travel around, taking a person from whatever city we go too!” You sounded a little too enthusiastic as you spoke. The guy next to you got up and walked across the isle to sit away from you.
She took a moment to pause at that. She then lifted her head from your shoulder to stare at you with squinted eyes. “…Didn’t that Professor Pyg guy do that?”
“Well, yeah, but it’s a solid idea, isn’t it?” You asked.
“I guess? We’d just have to find a circus.” She lowered her head back down to rest on your shoulder.
Bruce Wayne POV
While Bruce was waiting, he felt his Bat-Phone buzz. It was a text from Alfred along with some pictures of very suspicious™️ clothes. They were apparently stashed haphazardly under your bed.
Oh, and would you look at that? Those were the same clothes the two trespassers from the museum were wearing.
Bruce had to suppress a sigh.
He already knew the two of them were the ones who broke into the museum, but with having even more proof thrown in his face, he couldn’t help the disappointment. He just couldn’t help but wonder…
Why didn’t you come to him?
To any of your family! They would’ve helped and worked for a cure to your zombification. They could’ve properly kept you fed! They could’ve helped you blend in as a human and go back to being that easygoing child you once were. But no! You went to this little friend of yours? Jill something? (He was too disappointed and angered to remember her last name)
Was she the one who encouraged this behavior?
[Name] should’ve come to their family. Did she tell them not to come? [Name] used to come and ask for help with things all the time! (You stopped when you were around fifteen, same year Jason nearly killed you, after Bruce would dismiss you and say something along the lines of “you’re smart, you can handle it.”)
Bruce was about to complain more about the girl in his head, but was interrupted by the sound of a train coming.
Your train.
As the train was nearing, he pulled out his grappling gun and fired it just as the train started to pass him. He got pulled along crawled up the train onto its roof. He quickly pulled out two batarangs and stuck them into the roof to keep himself from flying away. He then started pulling himself along the top, using the batarangs to pull himself forward until he dropped into a gap.
He opened the door to one of the train cars and walked through, scanning for you. This wasn’t your car.
Whatever, he thought as he made his way to the conductor’s car. He still needed to stop the train.
You were locked in a staring contest with the dude who changed seats so he could sit away from you when the train suddenly started to skid to a stop. Jill was on the verge of dozing off meanwhile.
You really hoped it wasn’t a rogue that stopped you guys. You didn’t wanna deal with Riddler or Joker or Scarecrow bombs.
Why do so many rogues make bombs?!
(Though, admittedly, you wouldn’t mind if Condiment King showed up. What? Who wouldn’t like a slice of human with some ketchup on it?)
One of the train car’s doors, the ones on the end, not the sides, opened. Many people around you tensed just in case it was in fact a rogue. You noticed pointy ears sticking out above the crowd.
No.
It was making its way closer to you and Jill.
No. No!
A shadow now loomed over the two of you. A very aggravated looking Batman stared down at you both. A wide-eyed Jill and [Name] stared back.
“You’ll both be coming with me.” The vigilante all but growled.
First of all I wanted to say I love ur writing style.
What I wanted to ask is I came across a prompt in ur asks from someone about batfam x neglected reader which u also told u would write.
I just want to know when u might write it because genuinely I loved the prompt and love to read it.
The link of the post is https://www.tumblr.com/prettiest-thing-in-the-morgue/781014256622714880/hi-i-have-a-batfam-x-neglected-reader-angst?source=share
hihi ! Sorry took so long to reply , I had a huge authors block and an unsolicited break (づ ᴗ _ᴗ)づ♡
For some reason it won't let me access the link but if I remember properly it was this ask 🎀
rushed ; cursing ; idk man , edit in honor pof fathers day lol
january marked a month of hope and prosperity , a month of new beginnigs , a shed of the old in many cultures. but to y/n wayne it marked the month of brutality and an era of neglect . she always knew her family loathed her .
cassandra and stephanie are not saints either - in fact stephanie runs a controversial podcast alongside cass where they actively debated with other celebrities - often known as the duo whom likes to instigate things. damian wayne does not have a pretty track record either - he is often every week has trending becuase news of him violently beating up another kid at school got surfaced.
wasn't of of spite , wasn't of of hatred , wasn't out of anything but pure neglect. in comparison to most of her siblings , y/n wayne actaully had a decent public appearance . something most of her family can not relater to .
she did not have have a messy social life like her father , frequent videos of him in night clubs galroe , her older brother dick who had several articles critiquing the manner he cheated on his wife , kori , the night before their wedding or jason's plathera of tabloids talking about his messy death.
tim is not safe either - you think tech genius and prodigy would keep his messy relationships under the wraps would you ? safe to say y/n wayne and duke thomas are the only two wayne family memebers with a decent background.
duke barely posts but y/n wayne is a known and well revered celebrity and lawyer. graudated from Harvard law , top of her class , known as a living legend who passed her bar exam on her first try since 1990's. not to mention she also co-graduated from harvard medicine and was already running her own firm and clinic a year after her graduation. was president for both class and student council and was captain of harvard girl's volleyball team.
y/n wayne is the girl every socilaite talks about , the girl your parents compare you too , the girl everyone wants to be , the perfect embodiment of a wayne . yet despite how good she is , her family would never like her , except for alfred.
alfred pennyworth would never say he had favorites to anyone in the family who asks him in jest but it does not take a person with a brain to figure out it is y/n wayne . the man , despite his old age would personally drive himself to harvard's campus and spend the weekend with name in her apartment that he himself bought for her because why woukd his favorite child live in a dormitory ?
the man personally meal prep a week's worth of food just for her - feigning that his baby shouldn't have to worry about meaningless work she has more important things at hand. said man attends all her events , parent meetings , her school seminars , all her speeches - he personally records for himself , graduations , personally attended her first clinic opening , met her first girlfriend in highschool , literally goes dress shopping to spa and makeup appointment because his baby just got her nails done and has a big gala to attend to why should she worry about driving when he can ?
basically y/n wayne is that man's pride and joy , if anyone walks up to this man and asks about any of the wayne children he'd give a small polite , " they're doing alright " but ask him about y/n wayne ?? that man is already pulling out his phone to show his lockscreen of him and y/n at a recent gala where she gave an opening speech and he will talk your head off about her .
safe to say y/n wayne's life at home maybe depressing but alfred made up for it. flash forward to early morning , and the news are lighting up , ' y/n wayne caught holding a child in gotham square could this be a secret wayne child we don't know of ?'
alfred practically rolled his eyes when he saw those news - it wasn't public information but y/n along with her highschool girlfriend actively run an orphanage , the reasoning why it wasn't public was because y/n wayne kept it under the wraps for the children's safety and wellbeing so her highschool girlfriend became the face of said orphanage and y/n was just a silent owner.
alfred rolls his eyes again before switching to another channel - he knows y/n wasn't waking up anytime soon because last night she not only had an emegency surgery , an unscheduled meeting with italian overseas investors for her firm but she also had an emergency enrollment . alfred doesn't know the specifics of why and how but he knows she did message him that she had been called by gordon about taking in a child last night and he assunes that was just her and the child in the pictures.
alfred sets put the tableware as the other wayne members fillter in. bruce had am angry expression and everyone else was muttering amoug themselves , " how can she shame us like that ?" , " i know she was weird but i mean.." , " such an attention seeking whore i mean whe couldn't keep it in her pants ?" , " for fucks sake shes 16 - when I was 16 i would never do that shit ".
breakfast continued on just like that , everyone murmuring and gossiping staurday morning in silk pajamas except bruce whos taken to brooding more this morning. alfred had just finished washing up before going to finish up y/n's breakfast when she walked in.
she's dressed immaculately , red ysl heels and black channel pants and jacket along with a dark maroon shirt. she wears her gold accesories , her hair is open and free , makeup minimal but beautiful as she strolls in towards alfred.
" I know such a disrespectful child like yoruself is not perading in my house when she was outside being a whore ! " bruce angerily exclaims as his eyes glare into her. y/n just stood there shocked and confused , " what are you even on about ?" she asks.
y/n embracss alfred , has not even glanced at her family - she hasn't since she was a wee naive 11 year old. " morning pa " she greeted him. alfred embraces her back , " morning hun , work meeting ?" alfred asks and before y/n can even respond bruce angerily slams his hands against the table.
damian snared , " dont pretend your not a hooker y/n your disgrace is all over the news " . " yeah y/n have some fucking class " stephanie retroted. y/n just stood there and just looked at them , " listen - i don't know what the fuck crawled up your asses this morning but i am no hooker " y/n said defensively.
bruce laughed , " shut up y/n , you've alaways been a disappointment now ? now you've surpassed it". y/n glares at him - how dare he call her a disappointment when he is one ? " yn its all over gotham fucking news how you have a secret love child no one knows about - like for fuck sake name your 16 close youe damn legs " tim yells at her.
y/n just stands there shocked and angry , " go fuck yourself " she curses before walking out , alfred trailing after her. y/n just walked straight out before walking into her red proche and speeding out of the gateway , not even stopping for alfred.
alfred sighs in disappointment but he's also furious and walks back inside , body shaking as he stands before the rest of them. " IN WHAT WORLD GAVE YOU THE RIGHT TO TALK TO HER LIKE THAT ?" he yelled at bruce.
bruce hides his immediate shock but yells back , " SHES A 16 YEAT OLD WITH A BABY WHAT ELSE WAS I SUPPOSED TO DO ?" . alfred can practically feel the vein in his head popping
" YOUR DAMNED DAUGHTER IS 25 BRUCE , 25 AND WAS NEVER FUCKING PREGENANT " , alfred cursed back , enraged. bruce sat back , in both shock and embrassment and the others ? well the others can only open and cllse their mouth shut . " ..25..." jason murmured as if it's unbelievable . " yes your damn sister is 25 " alfred confirms , voice angry.
" THEN WHAT ABOUT THE KID ?" Stephanie yells back . alfred practically feels himself loose more braincells , " SHE FUCKING CO RUNS A DAMN ORPHANAGE SO SPEAKING SHE HAS MANY KIDS I'D FUCKING KNOW I MET THEM ALL " he shouted back.
alfred then walks off , grabbing a suitcase along with him. " wait where are you going -" dick asks as theh watch alfred haul the suitcase into the foyer , " i'm going to stay at y/n's " and walked out.
summary :reader is put into emergency foster care after a tragedy , despite living with the Wayne family for a bit , reader takes it upon herself to move away and start anew since she clearly wasn't welcomed , after many years have passed Damian finally joins the family and after a particular spat w his father he finds himself in reader's room and an interest in them has sparked.
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part 1 , part 2
Gotham City , North , Mercey Island , Arkham Asylum. , Year 2014
Arkham Asylum stands alone on a hill , the sky above it was a perment drab of grey that looks too similar to the flickering static screen of an old television. The trees surrounding the island were scarce and bare - it's bark a dead charcoal black - it's inhabitants long gone.
The asylum looms too tall - like an angry adult looming over a child ready to punish them . Young Y/N steadily walks through the rusting iron gates - the old thing practically already fell off its hinges years ago . Y/N stumbles along the muddy track , her beat-up converse drags the brown mush along with her every step , cementing her footsteps in their wake.
Y/N feels a shiver crawl up her spine as she observes the flesh orange paint practically peels off the building like a fresh wound , it does nothing but reveal the building weak infrastructure. Y/N eyes drifted up to the windows that were way above her, all were barcaded in thick iron bars . Some windows had absolutely no light , some had, but most were flickering on and off.
Y/N's hands hesitantly outstretched and knocked on the bolted up iron door - she stood there for a while - a long while, but her mother always taught her to be patient, so she continued waiting. A long while passes until the door opens, revealing a long corridor - everything was of sickening white , down to the floors , the ceilings even the doors . The hallways look like it outstretched for miles and miles never-ending . The air smelled of bleach, and it practically burned your nostrils .
" Hello ?" Came Y/N's small voice , unsure. A nurse emerges from a nearby door and approaches her , her blue eyes practically pierces through her soul, and Y/N can practically feel herself reel back. " Name and business," the nurse states gruffly as she skims through a nearby clipboard on the wall.
" Y/N L/N and I'm here to visit Nora L/N" She says- her tone going melancholy at the mention of her mother's name. The nurse just nods - her face looked bored. " Alright kid , sign this form and go down that hall there -" she says, pointing to the back of her . Y/N nods along as she held onto the forms.
Y/N took her time signing the visitor's rule form and her name in a visitor's sheet before walking down the hall. The halls feel suffocating - despite the fact it's so huge, but Y/N swears she can feel it pressing down on her lungs.
' Would mom remember me ?' , ' hell would she even want to seem me after so long?' She thinks to herself as she rounds a corner. It's been two years since her mother had been admitted here , two years and Y/N going back and forth with the asylum administrators for visitation rights.
It was tiring - so unnecessarily exhausting having to prove time and time again that her mother wasn't some looney - wasn't an abuser , wasn't a bad mother - that what happened on that day was built up stressd , that she was just overwhelmed only to get shut down with ' she's gone kid forget her ' each time.
Y/N stops in front of another metallic door - it's white just like every other door in here, but somehow she feels the air around her tighten . ' This is it - I get to see you, mom,' she thinks as she pushes open the door . The door lets out a groan as if it's been years, someone has used it .
Y/N steps inside , her nostrils immediately are met with the smell of synthetic medicine and bleach. The walls are white - too white - it's unnerving there is no color in sight . Before her lies an empty metallic chair - the ones you sat in the principals office.
Y/N hesitates as she approaches the chair and sits in it - the cold iron sends shivers up her exposed arms. Her attention turns to the vast window in front of her , practically its own wall.
Before the window lays, her mother sat on a plain plastic chair . Y/N swallows the rising bile in her throat as she observes her mother . Long gone were those colorful , polka dot sun dresses she knew her mother adorned so lovingly , now she wears a baby blue knee length garb , her once honey toned skin was sickly pale - as if she was a corpse . Her once vibrant brown eyes just stated back at her dully. Her mother's hair - her hair that was always pin back or braided so beautifully was now knotted messily and strewn about her face .
Y/N feels herself wince as she takes in how skinny her mother has become to the point you can see her hallow cheekbones and the veins in her arms and legs. Silence engulfs them for a long while - both taking in each other . " Y/N," her mother's wraspy voice calls out to her . Y/N feels herself freeze - and suddenly, she feels tears fall down her eyes . Surely, if her mentor saw her like this, she'd laugh at her patheticness.
Yet still, the tears begin to pursue down her face , landing on her hands . " Mama " Y/N calls out longingly because God knows how much she wants her mom , how much she craves for her old life, to feel her mother's warmth , to feel her dad pick her up all over again , to feel normal - to feel like a kid again.
She chokes back a sob - God doesn't love her enough to grant her that wish - doesn't have enough mercy to even grant her that even in her dreams. " Y/N , what are you doing here dear ?" Her mother's hoarse voice asks her , the straight jacket wrapped around her like a cobra restraining her from her own pathetic attempt to comfort her daughter.
Y/N chokes up at the sight . " I'm here to see you, Mama," she answers truthfully with a smile. Her mother looks at her daughter - her beautiful daughter and for the first tike since she's been admitted here she let's out a laugh. " Missed you sweetheart " she murmurs , her eyes - her eyes look warm like they used to.
Y/N just nods , " Missed you more, Mama," she says sincerely as she looks at her mom, hopefully. Her mother smiles at her while she rubs against her handcuffs ." How are you dear ?" Her mother asks as she peers at her .
Y/N smiles , ecstatic - she's internally great full her mother was strong enough to withstand going crazy being locked up in here. " I'm fine, mom - I'm in military school now." Y/N answers as she shoots her chair closer to the window. Her mother begins to anxiously rock in her chair , " Military school ? " she asks, perplexed . Y/N allows silence to pass between them.
Unsure how to answer her , her mother meanwhile begins bouncing her foot anxiously. " They - they're turning you into a monster - my daughter, my precious daughter, how - how dare they -" she begins to rambling. Y/N perks up and places her hands against the glass ," No mama, no one is turning me into anything - I'm gonna make the world better, Mama, that's all promise -"
Y/N tries to persuade her but it was no use her mother was in too deep , " No - NO ! I WILL NOT LET THAT MAN TURN YOU INTO A MONSTER - THAT DEVILISH MAN HOW DARR HE TAKE MY DAUGHTER FROM ME AND TURN HER INTO A DEMONIC WRENCH LIKE HIMSELF - HOW DARE HE - HOW DARE HE !!!" She begins screaming and viciously pulling at her chains.
Y/N bangs against the window , " Mother, please ! I am not a monster mama please I'm still your little girl !!" Y/N practically pleads with her , her voice drowning in desperation as she banged against the glass hoping to get through to her.
Blood begins to spill from her mother's arms , and she begins to scream and curse violently as the blood gets everywhere on her clothes. " SHUT IT YOU DEMON, YOU TOOK AWAY MY DAUGHTER - YOU WICKED WRENCH I WILL KILL YOU!!," She declared as she violently launched herself to the glass . Her bloodied hands begin the bang against the glass.
Y/N begins to back away from the window , tears now spilling from her eyes - not even noticing the way her body collides with the chair. " Mama please clam down -" she tries again , pleading like a little child all over again -
Again, she's that 10 year old girl looking at her mom and dad fight all over again, and it makes her feel sick . Again, she's that helpless child that hides behind the sofa cushion as their screaming match gets more violent, and the sound of plates and glass cups being broken practically echo off her eardrums Her mother doesn't even stop - just starts bashing her head against the glass even more violently .
A door behind her mother's room opens and in walks in two heavily guards and a nurse. " GET THE FUCK AWAY FROM ME " her mother yells as she frantically tries to pry the guards hold off her . One guard looks to another and simply nods. " What are you doing ? WAIT LEAVE HER ALONE " Y/N yells as a guard practically shoves her mother face first into the floor and kept his whole body weight on her.
Y/N immediately starts banging against the glass hopelessly, " LEAVE MY MOM ALONE PLEASE " but no one paid her any heed. The nurse simply flicks at the barrel of a syringe and begins to approach her mother. " BACK AWAY FROM ME YOU WICKED BITCH" her mother shouts , her legs , frantically kicks at the air.
The nurse does nothing. she just calmly approaches her mother and sticks a slightly yellow liquid into her mother's neck. Y/N watches in utter horror as her mother's body begins to go limp before her. " WHAT THE HELL DID YOU DO TO HER ?" Y/N shouts as she violently bangs against the glass. She watches as the guards drag her mother's body away without any care . The nurse turns to face her , face bored, " We injected her with benzodiazepine " she says , tone laced in sarcasm.
Y/N feels her eye twitch in anger. " English " she demanded . The nurse looks her up and down , " Basically, we sedated your mother kid now go home," she says before turning around . Y/N growls as she banged on the glass one last time , " MY MOTHER WAS NOT CRAZY YOU MADE HER THIS WAY".
Rostov-on-Don , Rostov Oblast , Russia , 2025
Y/N practically jolts up - like a madman being risen back from the dead. That memory of her mother will always haunt her even now when it's been years and years. Y/N wipes away at the stray tears on her face and sniffles .
She always go through with this - every night she is forced to relive that haunting memory of her mother - reliving how she's failed her time and time again - relive the anger of wanting to burn everyone in that stupid asylum to the floor .
Her hands tighten around the wool blanket laid on top of her - she gets angry every time she thinks of that place - that place that does nothing but destroy people lives. Another tear falls onto her palms as she states into the darkness of her room.
Her mom would of been normal if they hadn't dragged her there - if those wicked people hadn't taken her away. Her hand unconsciously reaches under her pillow and withdraws a small revolver . She plays with the cylinder , tracing over the five bullets within it . Her eyes drift over to her alarm clock - it displays 4 : 00 am.
Y/N pursues her lips - 'no use sleeping anyways ' she thinks to herself as she slips off her bed and hurriedly puts on her sneakers. Y/N grabs her phone , the revolver and her keys , shoving them in her hoodies'a pocket before slipping out her front door - fully intending to go for a run . Maybe - just maybe she can clear up her mind and pretend everything is fine .
Y/N finds herself jogging along the coast , the dock is lined with ships from all sizes galore - all docking in for the day to offload their goods . The water is crystal clear , practically a shimmering mirror as it reflects the faint light in the sky. It glistens and glided along like a ribbon dancing in the wind.
The sky itself - a beautiful tapestry of dark violet mixing in with pink and yellow hues - a tell tale sign that morning was about to dawn upon the country. Birds begin to flock onto the nearby seashore while the fishermen below on the docks set out to catch their early catch.
Y/N inhales the crisp sea air - practically greedily filling her lungs . Russia was so beautiful - so warm just like her mother was - no wonder why she always felt homesick when she spent too long away from home. Y/N crosses the empty road , making sure to wipe away her sweat. She begins a slow jog as she acends the hill in front of her - she is sure Dedushka (grandpa) Micheal is already busy brewing coffee in his small parlor, and she fully intends to get herself a cup. Efore the morning rush.
Just as she makes it to the top , she spots a kid in front of her crossing the road while an incoming truck comes barreling towards them , full speed. She immediately makes a bolt for it practically grabs the kid by the collar and yanks him back towards her . " Kid, look out !" She exclaimed as she shoved the kid back , causing him to collide with the ground.
The kid landed with a loud " oomph" behind her while his phone that he was previously so occupied with went flying out of his hand elsewhere. Y/N runs towards him and sits him up against the nearby building. The boy groans as he holds onto his head . " Hey, are you okay ?" Y/N aks as she brushes his raven hair back. The boy groans and sends her a glare - his green eyes literally looks at her in utter fury, " Listen lady I knew what I was doing- " he starts arguing but immediately stops when he gets a good look at her.
" Y/N ?!!" He exclaims and immediately embraces her.
summary :reader is put into emergency foster care after a tragedy , despite living with the Wayne family for a bit , reader takes it upon herself to move away and start anew since she clearly wasn't welcomed , after many years have passed Damian finally joins the family and after a particular spat w his father he finds himself in reader's room and an interest in them has sparked.
a/n : tysm for the love on the first post hope u enjoy !!33
part 1 , part 3
" Y/n ?" Damian asks as he turns to Alfred , his face morphs into a mask of confusion . He has resided in his father's mansion for three years, and never has he heard of someone by that name ever being mentioned . He stared at Alfred curiously as he shuffled through the door and steeled himself to sit on the dusty bed .
Another reason that bewildered Damian to the core - he knew Alfred personally tended and cleaned all of Wayne Manor regardless if a space was used often or not so for this room to be neglected in this state itches at his mind .
" Y/n is one of your older adopted siblings Master Damian." Alfred begins . Damian huffs - ' Seriously, another charity case his father had to take pity on ? ' he thinks as his mind grew bored - the initial interest being lost . " Y/n was adopted around the time Master Jason had passed, and before Master Drake joined us," Alfred continued , paying no heed to Damian's uninterested look.
He rolls his eyes , " That's nothing special, Pennyworth. Besides, where are they if they're my supposed adopted sibling ?" Damian asks pointedly . Alfred goes silent for a few moments , wringing his worn hands together as he looks everywhere but at Damian .
" We do not know where Master Y/N is " he finishes - voice going soft . Damian quirks up an eyebrow, " Thats insane Pennyworth surely we have an inkling where they are - hell, we know where Jason is whenever he's being all pissy and distant !!" Damian exclaims .
" Master Damian , Master Y/N left when she was 14 without saying anything to anyone," Alfred explains as he stares at your bed with a face of longing . Silence draws out between them - Damian is too shocked to say anything . " Did father not bother to look for them ?" He asks carefully.
Another beat of awkward silence passes between them before Alfred answers with a quiet ' no ' . Nothing is said between them again for a while . " Why " Damian questions in disbelief - it's too uncharacteristic of his father to simply forget one of his own children - he is batman - batman always has a plan for everything - always thinks of possibilities- always solves anomalies - so why hadn't father cared enough about this ? About you ?
" I am afraid Master Name and Master Bruce never clicked seeing as ...they never once conversed for the scarce years she lived with us " Alfred shakily answers - it as if the thought of you haunts him deeply - maybe you do - maybe you do haunt the old man after all in his eyes you were the only normal child he had the pleasure of raising in Bruce's ward.
Damian says nothing , just walks around the room until he stops at an old portrait of a young girl - what he presumes a younger you . It's worn down from the years and pile of dust . Damian takes a good look at you , notes your dead eyes - dead eyes that reflect indifference to the world around you with hints of pain and endless suffering burrow within . Your hair is loosely tied behind with a ribbon behind . You are noticeably not smiling , even when you hold a giant ice cream cone in your hands - just a dead pan look staring back at him.
His hand caresses the portrait with care - he wonders what you are like . ' Were you someone kind ?' . ' Someone who takes and cares only for themselves? ' . 'Were you a born genius or hard worker type ? ' . 'A hero or maybe a villain ? ' . ' Were you a go with the flow person or practical?' .
' Why were you so unheard of ? ' , ' Why hadn't Father , Grayson, or Drake told him about you ?' So many questions he wants to demand but all left unanswered . " Tell me about them, Pennyworth." Damian demands , turning around to look at the old man .
Pennyworth sighs as he runs his hands along the sheets , " They were quiet - not the awkward type of quiet , the observing type - they didn't say much about themselves - only briefly mentioned her parents and life before . She was an incredible student , straight A's and incredibly independent .....in fact - I've never had to clean up Master Y/N because she insisted I hadn't because of my elderly age ....... she loved gardening and making little water fountains for the strays and the birds that used to come by . She loved apple tarts and loved to swim, but if K recalled properly , she hated whenever people talked about Arkham Asylum . " Alfrdd recounts.
Damian takes it all in - you sound complex - an enigma , sound so unlike himself and his siblings but alike at the same time . " Why did they hate Arkham Asylum?" He asks , intrigued . ' Were you close to Tood ?' , ' Had something happened to you for you to be there ?'.
" She never said - just ... expressed how inhumane Arkham Asylum is, " he finishes . Silence passes between them as Damian ponders on the response . " I must leave now Master Damian to prepare dinner," Alfred excuses himself as he leaves the room promptly.
Damian pays him no mind , eyes glued to your portrait with determination. There is something inside him that prompts him to take it - a siren call begging him to find you and if he's learnt anything in life - he knows it's best not to ignore a gut feeling .
With determination , Damian swipes your portrait, hiding it in his pocket before leaving .
Y/N sits on a rooftop , overlooking the vast skyline of distant skyscrapers . Each moment is precise as she she carefully tracks her target, leaving a store . Y/N uses the advantage of the setting sun's bright light to align her sniper's magnification on the target's neck . - A perfect disguise as the target wouldn't see her coming unless he wants to risk his eyesight .
The gun of the sniper is pressed against her cheek while her trained hand rests on the trigger as she patiently awaits the perfect moment . The target fishes out his phone and begins to converse while walking past an open dumpster - here, she carefully takes point and shoots .
She watches with a muted look as her target halts in their actions , blood spills from his head as he falls dumbly into the dumpster . " Great job agent 15 , a job well executed," a voice buzzes through her earpiece . Y/N tucks her sniper back into its discreet brief case before answering, " Thank you, agent 17 , permission to clock out for today's mission ?" Y/N asks into her intercom , the sun setting behind her in a beautiful arch as the wind blows past her .
" Permission granted , please return to base 15 " agent 17's motherly voice chimes in before cutting out . Y/N takes a good look at the setting sun - thoughts of her mother and father come to her mind - she wishes - she wishes she can cradle them both and comfort them with the knowledge that their daughter is putting a stop to crime but she knows it's wishful thinking - she knows mothers far too insane and father has long forgotten her but still - she's determined to prevent what's happened to her , happen to another person. Determined to save an innocent life from walking down the road she has .
With that , Y/N looks back at the setting sun's one last time before jumping off the rooftop and disappearing into the evening's abyss .
Damian sits in front of the bat computer as he busily types away . The batcomputer scans through hundreds of possible pictures of what Y/N would be grown up to look like now , another monitor is combing through the internet archives trying to find any presence of her .
He groans in frustration as a monitor displays another 'error' - ' how can a computer capable of decrypting alien tech be so incapable and useless when it comes to finding a missing person?' Damian thinks as he runs another program.
He leans back in the seat - exhausted and tired , it has been three hours and he has yet to find anything about you - not even your old school records, not even your own birth - it's like you were seamlessly erased from the earth and it does nothing but fuel his intrigue and nagging gut feeling to find you.
' Were you trafficked?' , ' Were you murdered and thrown away to rot in a ditch?' , ' Or used in some illegal organ transfer ?' So many thoughts course through his mind violently like a tornado.
He silently curses Bruce and Pennyworth in his mind -' how can they possibly allow a 14 year old girl to run away ? ' . ' What made her run away in the first place ?' . So many questions but no answers .
Damian was suddenly ripped out of his dilemma when a monitor began to go off . His head eagerly whipped towards it - almost snapping his neck at the pace . There on the screen , displayed a blurry security footage of a figure leaping off a building and disappearing into an alleyway along with your portrait from earlier - a 40% guaranteed match as the software compares both hair properties and the blurry closeups of your faces .
Damian's eyes widened in eagerness as he enlarged the footage and immediately ran it through software to find the footage's location . He feels his heart beat rapidly - this could be it - he could have found you ! - he might actually have done something, not even batman could do. Pride and accomplishment swell within him as he watches the loading screen complete and there - his answer to all his past questions display as bright as day , ' Russia ,Rostov-on-Don ' .
" Russia ?" He murmurs a bit confused . ' How did a 14 year old girl get to Russia of all places ?' He questions . He looks back at the blurry footage of what might be your figure leaping off the building and disappearing into an alleyway . Whatever the reason is , he is going to find out - he is going to take this sliver of hope and find you himself ." I am coming for you, sister," Damian declares as he promptly begins his preparations for Russia.
TW: mentions of cannibalism and dead bodies and all that stuff. Though, this is our zombie story so I’d be surprised if it didn’t have that.
I’d also like to say this Reader is Gender Neutral or at least you can pick your gender. Most of the pronouns are “you” and when they are referred to by other people, its “they” so… Yeah! Have fun reading and tell me if there are any spelling mistakes or things that don’t make sense.
Chapter Eight
You rubbed your neck as you and Jill stepped out of the warehouse a few minutes after Langstrom left.
“Are you sure you’re feeling okay?” Jill asked, concern shining strong through her voice. She’d been asking similar questions ever since the Doctor stuck the cure into your neck without so much of a warning. And while although it is nice for her to fret over you, it can get annoying after a bit.
You turned to her, stopping your walk so you could put your hands on his shoulders. “Jill. I’m fine. I promise.”
She also stopped her walk so she could stare at you with a look that was way too concerned in your opinion. “But—”
“But nothing.” You interrupted. “I am fine.”
The girl’s concerned face didn’t change. “But earlier, you said you didn’t feel anything change. What if the cure didn’t work?”
“Then you’ll kill me if I get too aggressive like the old man said.”
“But I don’t want to kill you!” She groaned, slumping forward against you. You’d already given her this solution earlier when she’d first put you through this line of questioning. She obviously didn’t take it well. She obviously didn’t take it well now either.
“Then I have no idea what you’ll do then.” You said giving her a pat on the back, trying your best to sound solemn. “Now. I’m famished. Let’s go to the apartment.” You grabbed her hand, giddy at the thought of satisfying your stomach.
She kept asking the same few questions over and over as you both made the journey, this time deciding to take a bus for once instead of walking.
Speaking of the bus, maybe you shouldn’t have taken it. If you’d both just walked, that weird incident wouldn’t have happened.
See, you were just minding your business, sitting with Jill in some grimy seats. You were continuously answering questions about your wellbeing and having to continuously answer that you were fine. Next to you was some twitchy guy and next to Jill was some even twitchier guy that she was leaning away from.
Coincidentally, her leaning away from the guy caused her to lean onto you. So, you weren’t exactly complaining about that.
It was during her fifty millionth question of whether or not you were feeling alright, that was when you saw her. It was some girl, she was sitting on the other side of the bus, but she was staring at you.
Wait a damn minute, isn’t that Cassandra?
(You never knew if you were allowed to call her Cass. Before, when you actually cared, you didn’t think the two of you were close enough for that. Speaking of closeness, it was actually because of your refrain from calling her that and your keeping of distance, that was actually because you were so busy trying to impress everyone, that she assumed you wanted to be left alone. That you were a solitary soul. It’s not like you both spent more than a couple minutes together outside of the family dinners. And sure, she picked up desperation in your body language, the desperation to be noticed, but she never knew what it was directed at.)
Ah shit, now you guys are making eye contact, now she knows you see her. She made some motions with her hands, sign language. Back then, you’d learned so you could talk with her. Cause, y’know, sibling talk! You don’t think you’ve used it in a long while. You also never got that sibling talk either.
She signed something along the lines of ‘You have a ____?’ You didn’t recognize the last sign. Damn. You must be rusty.
You gave her a confused look and signed back. ‘Do I have a what?’
‘____’ She signed the unknown word again.
Okay… you still didn’t know what that meant. You were about to sign another ‘what?’ But the bus pulled up to yours and Jill’s stop so instead, you both got off.
“Why were you and that girl throwing gang signs?” Jill asked as you both got back to walking to the apartment.
“I dunno. Sibling bonding.” You shrugged.
“What?”
When you both got to the apartment complex, the last thing either of you expected was to see a bunch of cop cars and police tape. Blue and red lights flashed as you both stood in the crowd onlooking what appeared to be an investigation.
Shit…
You watched Batman as he talked to the police commissioner.
Shit!
You searched your mind for any slip up that might’ve lead the man to you. You didn’t know whether it was good or bad you couldn’t find anything. Jill’s grip on your hand tightened suddenly. Your eyes darted to her in response. She had that traumatized look again as she stared ahead at the complex. Was she the one who slipped up? It was hard to tell.
All you knew was that you had to leave immediately.
Jill seemed to have the same idea. She pulled you away from the crowd and started speed walking.
“Where are we going?” You croaked out as she pulled you along.
The girl took a shaky breath. “We’re going to the train station. I’m pretty sure the one nearby has a ATM too. So you’re gonna withdraw a bunch of money so we can buy two tickets and get the hell out of Gotham.” She started jogging now, still pulling you along.
“Alright. Okay.” You were reassuring yourself. “And— and we’ll start over somewhere.” You said as she turned into an alleyway for a shortcut.
Bruce Wayne POV
Bruce stood with Gordon as he surveyed the scene. So this was where the zombie was.
How normal.
Then again, sometimes the best camouflage is plain sight. Gordon told him of the apartment. Barren, empty save for a few things. Some prints, upon later research, it was found that they belong to a very old book detailing more information about the zombies. A fish tank that held a a shriveled ball with spider-like legs, and a freezer containing the body of the witness Bruce had been after for all this time.
Peter Micheals.
Missing a leg and having part of his shoulder… chiseled off? Disgusting.
Apparently, there were traces of other people inside the freezer as well. It’s been well used.
If you’re wondering how exactly Bruce found the place, well, he hit the jackpot when the undead shouted at its partner for them to run back to the apartment. From there, it was some easy digging and he found the place.
Talking to the landlord revealed more information as well.
“I don’t know, okay?” The man said impatiently when asked about the identity of the owner of said apartment. “All I remember was that it was two kids— teenagers. They just strolled up in here one day and made me give them the apartment for a little extra cash due to the fact they were kids.”
“Teenagers?” The officer interviewing the man muttered. “What did they look like?”
“I don’t know! All I remember is that they were kids and that they were married and that’s it. I’ve only seen them maybe once since they moved in.” The man huffed. “Listen, can I go now? I got places to be, people to see.”
“…You’re free to go.” The officer said, writing something down on a notepad.
They were married?
…Maybe the landlord had heard the two wrong.
But as for the rest of the statement, two teenagers? Two teenagers were able to kill six people without anyone noticing?
An older woman gave a more accurate description of the two as she had apparently just seen them recently. The woman was Serbian and had translated the prints found in the apartments for them.
“And did you notice any suspicious behavior from the two at all during their stay here?” It was a different officer interviewing this time.
“Well,” the woman paused to puff some smoke from her cigarette. “Once a month there’d be this retched screaming. You think it was the victims.”
“Maybe. We can’t say for sure yet. Say, what exactly did you think the screaming was?” The officer asked curiously.
“Well, when I asked, the other one, not the girl, said it was the sounds of their, and this is their words, not mine, vigorous lovemaking.”
“…oh.” The officer said lamely.
Oh indeed.
You guys almost made it to the train station when you guys into Robin. Red Robin. Yum
The guy was crouched on a dumpster when he found you both and look like he was about to attack the two of you with his pole. That is, until he suddenly stopped.
“[Na— er… Civilians, are you on a date?” The guy sounded completely confused for some reason.
(Tim didn’t know why he felt a little peeved at the thought of it)
You were trying to find a reason why he should even care. Also, was he about to say your name?
“Uh… Yeah, totally.” You gave him a strained smile and leaned over to give Jill a kiss on the cheek.
Her face turned completely red and she looked at you bewildered for a moment before she forced a smile too. She gave you a kiss on the cheek back.
“Right… so if you’ll excuse us.” You and Jill carefully walked past him, looking back now and then, watching him watch you guys leave. As soon as you both turned the corner, you both started sprinting.
Alfred Pennyworth POV
Alfred happened to be doing some cleaning while Master Bruce was out and about. He’d started on Master Tim’s room and then moved on until he finished all the ones in the eastern wing before moving to the western wing, where your room resided.
Alfred went to check the bathroom first. In case of any repeats of the… incident. Thankfully, it was vomit-free. It was also recently used judging by the two toothbrushes and other hygienic products scattered about.
Huh. Master [Name] is normally quite tidy.
No matter. Alfred of all people is used to cleaning up after other’s messes.
That was until he found some rather suspicious clothes™️ under your bed. He sent a picture to Master Bruce just in case his second youngest child was dipping their toes into villainy.
The outfits are extremely suspicious™️ after all.
Barbara Gordon POV
Ever since Barbara found out about Micheals, she’s been looking for patterns in the kills. If the killer was able to get away with this for nearly six months without alerting anyone, there’s a high chance they have a target group. Therefore, there should be a pattern.
That was when she was conveniently sent the profiles of three other people who’s DNA were found at the scene.
They were all criminals?
Then…
A few pages opened, a few clicks clacked, a few keyboards typed on and soon she pulled up the profiles of two other criminals. The six of them stared back at her.
All bailed out of jail. All on the seventh of each month. All around 2 to 4 pm. The numbers match with the amount of people the zombie told Bruce they killed too.
It looks like these are their victims. Or at least that’s what she’s inferring. Apparently there were a couple more DNA samples that hadn’t run their course and been identified yet, so she supposed that would be the actual confirmation.
But, once again, patterns. If the same person came every day, on that time, and left with the people murdered. They’d have their suspect confirmed.
…Is that [Name]…?
Bruce Wayne POV
“B?” Barbara’s voice crackled to life on the comm.
“Yes?” Bruce answered as he grappled away from the site.
She sounded hesitant. Bruce wondered why. “I think I’ve identified who the zombie is. I also think they had a partner.” She said.
“Send me the details.”
“Bruce… it’s [Name].”
“[Name] what?” He asked as he started parkouring over roofs.
“Just [Name]. Our [Name]. The one who lives at the manor.”
TW: mentions of cannibalism and rotting and all that stuff. Though, this is our zombie story so I’d be surprised if it didn’t have that.
I’d also like to say this Reader is Gender Neutral or at least you can pick your gender. Most of the pronouns are “you” and when they are referred to by other people, its “they” so… Yeah! Have fun reading and tell me if there are any spelling mistakes or things that don’t make sense.
Chapter Seven
“Red!? Red!? Where are you!” Jill yelled wildly, running through the museum. She’d checked the Egyptian, Medieval, and the Native American Exhibits and was now heading to the artwork one. It was miscellaneous pieces apparently. Just really old paintings.
There, she finally found you. You were staring at a painting, you knew she couldn’t tell what you were thinking due to the mask. You turned to her.
“That’s gonna be us one day, isn’t it?” You asked, quietly as you stared at the painting. The plaque underneath read: “Dying Together”. The painting depicted man and woman, side by side, noose around each of their necks. One of their hands was clasped with the other, showing off wedding rings. The two were likely married. The execution also suggested they did something terrible.
Like you and Jill did with all the cannibalism.
Speaking of Jill, she gently grabbed your hand and stood in front of the painting with you. “We’ll be fine, [Name]. I promise.” She whispered.
“Don’t promise. Sooner or later we’re gonna either make a mistake or somebody’s gonna realize that criminals are going missing.”
“And when that happens we’ll still be fine. We’ll— We’ll get out of town and… I dunno travel around.” She spoke, her thumb moving back and forth on the back of your hand.
“What about your mom?” You asked, giving the hand a small squeeze.
“I’ll leave her a note.”
“And school?”
“We’ll wait a couple years for this whole thing to blow over and get GEDs.” She sounded so sure of herself, you almost wanted to believe her.
A small silence befell on the two.
“Thanks, Jill. I mean it.”
“I know.” She started tugging you away from the painting. “Now come on, we have to get out of here. I took some photos of the pages of the book so we should be good unless we run into Batman.”
The two of you ran along the halls looking for an exit. You both almost made it to one too, yet speak of the devil and he shall arrive. There was Batman, in all his menacing, terrifying glory. He just stood there, assessing you and Jill before he rushed forward. You pushed Jill out of the way of a punch, but were kicked in the stomach in the process.
Wow, you think one of your ribs cracked. That’s not good. A zombie’s lack of pain was probably the only thing saving you from doubling over. Also, was it presumptuous to say that the Batman looked annoyed at you for not doubling over?
“Pink, get outta here! Find another exit, we’ll meet up back at the apartment!” You yelled, causing her to startle. You had no idea how you were gonna get away from Batman of all people, but it was important that Jill at least get out of this unscathed and not on the way to jail.
At your words, Bats pulled out a batarang and threw it at her. You rushed over, taking a hit to the side from the man once more. You stuck your arm out in front of the projectile. While it didn’t pierce your arm, it did shock you which left you twitching, but relatively unharmed. “Didn’t I say go?!” You exclaimed and finally, although you could tell it was begrudging, Jill left, leaving you and the Batman alone.
The man stared for a long time, not moving. “So it’s you.”
What?
“My scanners tell me you have no pulse. Nor body heat. I’ll admit, I thought we’d meet under different circumstances.” The gravelly-voiced man spoke.
“What are you talking about?” You asked hesitantly.
“You’re undead.”
The silence between both you and the big-dog vigilante was so loud.
“…What circumstances did you think we’d meet in?” You asked, trying your best to keep the panic out of your voice. This is Batman. The Batman. While, you know he has a no kill rule, does that apply to zombies? You know he hasn’t killed Solomon Grundy, so there might be a chance he won’t, but still! Not only that, but if he finds out who you are, he’ll most definitely connect you back to Jill!
And you can’t have Jill get in trouble for you. No way Jose. You refuse to let that happen.
“I thought I’d have caught you in the middle of a kill. Either that, or I would’ve caught you while you were feral.”
You scoffed at that. “Why would I be feral?”
That seemed to cause the big, bad vigilante to pause. “Because that’s what happens when your kind doesn’t eat. You become aggressive and start rotting.”
Your kind? That felt vaguely racist. Can people be racist against zombies?
“But you? You’ve had to have been at this for months. How many people have you killed? How many lives have you ruined?” The man sounded angry. An angry Batman sounded horrible. Oh my God.
“Six?” You answered. “No offense, but I think they ruined more lives than me. Do you even know the people I’ve killed?” You had to see if he had any leads yet. Anything at all that might give away yours and Jill’s identities.
Unfortunately, the Bat didn’t answer and instead opted to stare at you with narrowed eye slits. (He didn’t have anything yet other than the fact that two people had bailed out Peter Michaels and their faces were unfortunately turned away from any of the cameras in the Jail. He also didn’t know that was a complete accident and not at all on purpose and just that the two were extremely lucky.)
Batman seemed like he was about to say something again, but was unfortunately interrupted by a kick straight to the face by none other than Catwoman. He blocked it, but was pushed back significantly. The lady gave you a wink and started fighting the man. You stood stun for a moment before running off in the direction Jill ran. (Jill later told you it might’ve been because she liked that you both were “new thieves”. Either that or she knew that neither of you stole anything and she was just covering for you.)
You ran through the museum and eventually came across an exit door. You burst through it and smacked right into Jill. Your Power Ranger mask was knocked off as you both ended up bracing awkwardly against the back alley wall. Jill sort of pinned against the grimy bricks. You both stared at each other for a long bit. Jill was breathing heavily and you couldn’t tell what her expression was under her mask.
You eventually pushed off the wall and pulled off your ski mask and ruffled your hair. “Fuck, that was terrifying.” You never wanted to come face to face with the Batman again.
Jill said nothing, probably in shock, probably with that traumatized expression on her face again. You just grabbed her hand and started to lead her out of the back of the museum. You shoved your ski mask in your pocket and threw the Power Ranger mask away in a dumpster. You also shrugged off the jacket to your very suspicious outfit™️ and tied it around your waist, showing off the random Star Wars shirt of Jill’s that you threw on randomly.
There, now you looked less suspicious.
Now you just looked like a non-suspicious holding hands with an extremely suspicious person.
As you both walked, you noticed a fuse box slashed in from what looked like claws. Did Catwoman do that? Did that mean there was no electricity? Therefore no cameras for those Bat guys probably track you with?
Nice!
You felt a little lighter as you approached the exit of the side alley of the museum when suddenly a figure jumped down from the roof of the coffee shop next to the museum.
No! Was it Batman aga— oh wait no it’s Robin.
Wait, shit, it’s Robin. The one who uses katana like your little bitch of a brother.
“I can’t believe this.” The boy sounded exasperated.
Both you and Jill tensed.
“[Name] you aren’t using a mask?” The kid sounded like he wanted to smack some sense into you.
A small silence followed.
How in the hell did this kid know your name?
“And in plain clothes? I thought you were better than this.” Robin shook his head. “Not having the proper gear, not using a mask, what, were you in civilian clothes when you apprehended the criminal or what?”
What the hell was this kid talking about?
Should you go along with this?
“Yeah— yes. Yes I was. I was minding my business and then I saw her leave the museum so I caught her. I’m taking her to the police station so I can turn her in myself.” You paused for a moment, awkwardly standing there for a bit until you walked behind Jill and grabbed both her arms and started walking her forward. “Now if you don’t mind me.”
Robin surprisingly let you pass him. “You’ll be coming to dinner tonight, right?”
Both you a Jill stopped. “Huh?” You said rather dumbly.
The kid sounded more impatient this time as he spoke. “You’ll be coming to dinner tonight, right? Gr— Nightwing is back in town and Red Hood has been guilt tripped by Alfred. Orphan is back from Hong Kong as well. You’ll come, won’t you?”
Jill looked back at you and you looked forward at her. You were pretty sure you both held eye contact for a bit before you looked back to the kid again. “Yup. Totally. See you later, little man.” Whatever to get the murderous Robin off your back. You started pushing Jill forward again, just barely catching the kid’s mutterings as you both passed him.
“…ittle man?” The kid sounded confused. No matter.
The two of you made it a half a block away before the Batman found Robin still standing in the side alley.
“Where are the criminals?” Batman asked the boy.
“One is on their way to jail, but I didn’t encounter the other.”
“So they split up?”
“Likely.”
Batman let out a grunt at that and turned around to walk deeper into the alley, eyes glancing around the grimy walls and floors until they stopped on the fuse box. It was still slashed with
“These are Man-Bat’s marks.” The man muttered before his hand went to his comm. “Oracle, can you track both of the perpetrators?”
“The two Power Rangers?” She asked, keyboard keys clacking as she typed.
“Yes.”
“No can do, sorry. It seems that all the cameras in about a two block radius are down.”
Batman couldn’t help the growl that left him. “Kirk…” He spat the name out.
While still halfway down that block, Jill finally remembered she was also in a very suspicious outfit™️ and did the same as you, throwing her mask in the nearest dumpster and taking off her suspicious jacket and tying it around her waist. She had a hello kitty shirt on, also most likely randomly thrown on in their haste too.
By the time you both made a block away, you had both slowed down and were now just speedwalking to Wayne Manor.
Yes, Wayne Manor. Because as much as you wanted to simply crawl into Jill’s bed and have her hold you like a damn baby, you also didn’t wanna lead anyone back to Jill’s apartment. You also didn’t like your family either so you had no problem implicating them in the crime of running away from Batman.
It was three hours later that you were now both in your room, doing what you wanted to do those three hours ago. You had your head resting on Jill’s chest, kinda shellshocked because HOLY SHIT, you just ran from Batman. As for Jill, she was definitely shellshocked and absentmindedly running her hand through your hair.
That felt amazing, by the way.
You’d both been lying like that for the past thirty minutes. The two of you should be looking at the pages, finding a cure, yet instead here you both were. It’s just that Bats was most definitely going to bust down the door any minute now and drag the two of you to Gotham’s Prison. You decided you’d rather be in Jill’s arms when that happens, but you didn’t know what Jill was thinking.
Your thoughts were suddenly interrupted by a knock. You were facing away from the door so you didn’t see the head that poked itself in, but judging by the voice and the reflection in Jill’s eyes, it was Stephanie.
“[Name], Alfred told me to tell you dinner’s rea— Oh, I didn’t realize you had a girlfriend.” She sounded surprised. You begrudgingly turned around, forcing your chin to leave where it rested on Jill’s tits.
“I don’t. I’m not going to dinner.” (By now you had forgotten about what the Robin said about dinner. How coincidental was it that they happened on the same night.)
That made the blonde girl frown. “But you always come to dinner.” She said. “Granted you always sit there gloomily but you always do.”
“Guess I’m not feeling gloomy enough.” You said as you turned right back around to rest a cheek on Jill’s chest again.
“Damian said you’d come.” She sounded impatient now.
“Well, I don’t remember even talking to him so clearly, he’s lying.” You waved a dismissive hand at her. “Bye now.”
“Bu—”
“Bye now, Steph.” You said a little louder. You heard a huff and the close of a door.
It was about a minute later that someone burst into the room again. You’d been on the verge of dozing off against Jill’s chest, her hands now simply hugging you against her chest. It startled you fully awake.
“Oh, it’s you again?” Fuck, that sounded like Damian. Was he addressing you or Jill?
“You say that like you have a problem me with me.” Jill’s expression probably twisted as she said that. So he was addressing to Jill.
“[Name], you said you’d eat dinner with us. Get up.” The little brat demanded.
You groaned. “But I don’t wanna! I don’t even remember doing that anyways!” You yelled, words slightly muffled by Jill’s tits.
“Too bad!” He yelled back. You felt a hand on the back of your shirt literally pull you off the bed, out of Jill’s warm, amazing arms. You were now on the floor staring up at the little bastard while he looked down at you, not even bothering to hide his annoyance. “Don’t make me drag you to the dining room.” The boy all but growled which made you groan again, and sit up.
You rubbed the back of your neck. “Keep the bed warm for me, Jill?” Her face turned red as soon as you finished asking that question.
“Don’t phrase it like that.” She bit out, turning away from you and Damian with a huff.
“Yeah, okay.” You slightly grinned at her reaction until you felt a small kick in the back from the little shit still standing behind you. A clear signal for you to get your ass moving.
You reluctantly stood up, and walked out of your room with him. What followed was the usual silence between the two of you. It didn’t feel as awkward as it did since before you became a zombie though. When the two of you got to the dining room, it was as lively as ever. You’ll never understand how it was always so lively too, especially when these dinners normally took place at three ‘o clock in the fucking morning. (You remembered forcing yourself to stay up late so that you could attend them with the others, even when you were too tired for normal conversation. Thankfully, you didn’t need to do that anymore, as mentioned a while ago, you only needed about two hours of sleep a night.) Everyone was here this time too which made this worse in your opinion.
Except for Duke of course. He was never here for these things for some reason. Fuck him for never showing up. He was probably tucked in and sleeping like a baby just like how you wanted to be with Jill!
Gah! You’re so jealous!
You sat your chair, sandwiched between Damian and Tim and just kinda stared at the food in front of you. You can’t eat this shit, remember? Non-GMO human diet and all that? You poked at the celery sticks on your plate, trying to at least pretend like you were eating.
You listened to the chatter around you, barely bothering to listen. You wanted to be back with Jill. The fact that Batman could burst through a window at any second was annoying. Like you said earlier if you’re going to get caught, you’d rather it be while in Jill’s arms, not surrounded by your buttfucking family. You kept pushing food around on your plate, watching Alfred out of the corner of your eye now. You didn’t want to make the man upset because he didn’t eat his food. Your eyes then drifted to Damian.
You spoke in a monotone voice as you lifted your plate and fork. “Damian, take my celery sticks. You’re growing boy, chum.”
The twerp looked a cross between annoyed and confused. Then again, he always looked annoyed so he might just be confused. “Excuse me?”
You ignored his words and scraped them onto his plate. “Don’t worry, they didn’t touch the meat.”
After a more few minutes of pretending to eat, you tried this tactic again.
“Oh Tim, you’re a growing boy too aren’t you—”
“I’m nineteen years old—”
“Here, take some mashed potatoes too. You need more meat on your bones.” You barely let him talk and scraped all your mashed potatoes onto his plate too.
You barely waited a minute until you deployed this tactic for a final time. You leaned across the table, ignoring Alfred’s chastising for leaning over the food.
“Cass, you look like a carnivore.” You had a hand on her shoulder as you dumped all the meat on your plate onto hers.
“She looks like a carnivore…?” Dick muttered from beside the mute girl.
At that, you plopped back into your chair and took a very tiny sip of water, forcing yourself not to retch at the taste before putting the glass down. “Well, I am just stuffed.” You pat your stomach. “I think I’m off to bed.” You stood up.
Your father looked at you from where he sat beside Damian. “Sit back down, [Name].”
You found yourself sat.
“I’ll be honest, I’d been looking for a chance to bring this up, but I’ll admit I’ve been busy. You also stopped attending family dinners as well too so that’s an added factor.” Bruce wiped his mouth with a napkin before setting it down next to his own plate.
Wow, he’d been holding whatever this is in for three months? Impressive.
“Three months ago, I got a call from your school. You quit all your extracurriculars. Why?” Bruce spoke in that blank tone he’d always addressed you with. (Little did you know, it was actually laced with concern, not that you could tell. It’s not like you ever got to really know the man.)
It was such a simple question too. It also had a simple answer. “…Well, why would I waste my time on stuff like that?” You made it sound like a question.
“Pardon?”
“I said, why would I waste my time on stuff like that? Because, I mean, most of it was for you guys, but now that I don’t really care about you guys at all, I don’t wanna do it anymore.”
A small silence filled the room.
“So… yeah. I’m gonna go now.” You stood back up again. “Got tits to snuggle up to, y’know?” You jutted a thumb behind you. “I’m sure you understand.” With that, you walked away without turning back…
… before turning right back around and marching straight over to Tim so you could grab his plate of food from right in front of him. You then loaded more food onto it and grabbed your own fork.
“Sorry, it’s for the person with said tits.” You said, turning right back around to continue walking off.
When you got back to your room, Jill was still on your bed, but this time on your laptop. Oh, and would you look at that? This time she was wearing one of your shirts.
Wow, that should not have made you feel tingly.
When she saw you, she immediately beckoned you over, and like a dog, you immediately followed. "Look at this!" She exclaimed trading the laptop for the plate of food.
What greeted you was a Reddit post from some guy, VeryRealMan-Bat, basically saying that if you help him control “the bat”, whatever that meant, so he can make a definitely illegal serum, he'll help you in return. It was on the r/Henching page. Did this mean you were gonna be henchmen?
"So you wanna do it?" You asked. This seemed a little out of character for Jill. A little too reckless.
"Yes! Well, maybe. We'd have to see just to be sure. But if this guys actually a scientist, judging by the serum stuff, he could help us make a cure and you could go back to being human!" She said between bites of food.
You sounded awkward as you spoke, "Uh... maybe?"
"So we're gonna go then." She traded her plate back for the laptop and started typing to the guy. After a bit of waiting the dude replied apparently. Jill got this really cute excited expression because of it.
Did she really want you to be human that badly again?
You didn't know if you wanted to be human again. Not if it meant you had to go back to the way you were before.
After some back and forth where you lied limply beside her, awaiting. She eventually closed her laptop. "We're going to meet him at six tomorrow.”
“In the morning?” Even if you wouldn’t be tired, you hated the sound of that.
“Yup. So you better take your little power nap.” She said as she pulled the covers back up and over her.
The next day, the two of you now stood outside a suspicious looking warehouse in the, get it, warehouse district. It was a Monday and you’d both skipped school to be here. Jill finally looked like she was questioning her decisions in meeting up with a random budding villain. In Gotham of all places too. The warehouse groaned warningly.
“Alright! Let’s go meet up with this stranger from the internet!” You tried to sound cheerful as you pushed open one of the doors and was met with complete and total darkness.
“Maybe we shouldn’t—” You grabbed her and pulled her inside before she could say anything else.
The inside of the warehouse was just as dark and dank as you expected. Though, you didn’t actually expect to run into a lab once you both walked farther inside. You and Jill examined the test tubes and burners and other sciencey equipment until a… rattling sound broke the relative silence. Actually, it sounded more like gargling mixed with someone trying to crack their jaw. Then it turned high pitched.
You looked to Jill who looks like she was regretting every decision she’s made in her life. Then, the next thing you knew you were being flung by something, which had its claws still embedded in you, by the way, so it was more of a tackle.
There was now a lovely gigantic bat on top of you trying to bite your face off. Lovely. You punched it in the nose, but that only seemed to make it more angry. It kept trying to eat you for a long while. You were so focused on not dying a second time that you didn’t notice Jill jump on its back and inject it with something until it turned into a shriveled, old naked man.
Emphasis on the naked because oh my god. Ew.
Jill got off both you and the old man so you could shove the old man off of you.
The guy laid on the ground for a long moment as you two stared down at him. You honestly thought he was dead until he shot up with a large gasp. He looked between you and Jill a bunch, expression cycling through an array of emotions.
“Ah… so you’re the two that responded to my post.” The old guy sounded way too casual for having almost killed them.
“…Yeah. We did.” Jill said slowly. “You’re actually Man-Bat? Like, the Man-Bat? Kirk Langstrom?”
“Yes? That’s my name, isn’t it? I also recall my username being something along the lines of ‘real Man-Bat’.” The man shrugged.
“Well, yeah, but we didn’t think you’d actually be the real deal!” You exclaimed, shaking the man by the shoulders. He seemed to momentarily shift between man and bat for a moment before shoving you off him.
“Don’t do that you dolt!” The man commanded, though it wasn’t very effective when he was naked. “In my post I said that I was having troubles with the bat! I keep shifting into it randomly! I’ll also have you know I shift into it upon aggravation.” The doctor was looking a little bat-ish again.
“I am so sorry for my friend here, Dr Langstrom.” Jill butted in with a forced smile. “Your bat-form just happened to take them off guard is all. Now, from what I remembered you wanted us to stave off your transformation whenever it gets amped up so you can make the serum to stop the bat-episodes?”
“That’s correct.” The man huffed. “I’m assuming you’re the one who actually read the post and they’re the one who just went along with it?” He asked Jill.
“You couldn’t be more correct!” She spoke cheerfully. “Now, onto making that serum? I’m sure you want to be rid of these episodes as soon as possible.” She lead him back to the lab.
It was three hours later that you and Jill staved off five transformations with the injections the man just happened to have on standby. (Presumably the same ones Jill used to un-turn the doctor when he first attacked you.) The man was almost done with his special serum when you were interrupted by your phone ringing. The man gave you a glare as poured some drops of something into a beaker.
You walked away to answer it.
“Y’ello?”
“[Name] why are you in the warehouse district.” Wow, Bruce cut straight to the point.
“…no I’m not.” You tried for a lie.
“Don’t lie to me. I got a call from the school saying that you never showed up to class.” He actually sounded irritated at you for lying. “…Are you being held for ransom?”
“What? No— No! Hold on a second.” You turned the phone away so you could yell for Jill to come over. You explained to her the situation.
“Mr Wayne, I can assure you that [Name] isn’t being held hostage. We’re just helping a friend with a… science project.” She said dryly into the phone.
“A dangerous one?” Bruce asked.
You groaned. “No!” Well, actually now that you think about it, yes? Was helping a man-bat stay human dangerous?
Bruce’s line went silent for a moment. “Put this friend of yours on the line.”
You and Jill shared a look at that and slowly looked to Dr Langstrom. “Okay… Just gimme a sec.” You both hesitantly walked back over to Langstrom and it was Jill’s turn to explain the situation.
“Wha— I’m not going to—” The man cut himself off with a sigh, momentarily pausing his work to pinch the bridge of his nose. He looked like he wanted to die as he put on a somewhat high pitched voice. “Yes, Mr Wayne?”
“What are the three of you doing in an unowned warehouse?”
Langstrom rolled his eyes and pulled some shit out of his ass for an answer. “We’re making elephant toothpaste. It’s gonna be a big one and that’s why we picked this warehouse. That way no one will get hurt.”
Bruce went silence once again. You wondered if he didn’t buy it. “…Will you three remember to run when it goes off?”
“Yes sir.” The two words came as a chorus from all three, yes even Dr Kirk, of you.
“…Good. And [Name]?”
“Yeah?”
“We’ll be having a chat about you skipping school as soon as you get home.”
“Yes sir.” You repeated the words from earlier in a bored tone.
Hah! Like you were coming home!
Then again, you might have to. Who knows how long it might take to throw of the trail of the Batman of all people?
After that, you hung up and both you and Jill went back to watching Langstrom in case of any bat-episodes. Eventually, by the time the fourth hour rolled around, he completed it and stuck it into his arm with almost no hesitation.
Wow. You’ll admit the guy’s got guts.
Though, the only difference you noticed with the doctor was that he was less twitchy now. Eh. Whatever.
Now it was time for the guy to fulfill his side of the deal and make the cure. Jill showed him the pictures and the part of the book that contained the recipe for said cure too.
That took a lovely two hours of which you and Jill started playing connect four on her phone while the man worked. You had no idea how he could stay on his feet for so long. You should honestly buy him some bat burger too. He, unlike Tim, actually needed some meat on his bones. Like the man actually looked starved.
Say, is he a vampire bat? Does he need to eat humans too?
No matter. The man was approaching you with a startlingly big syringe now. “You can’t feel pain, yes?” The man asked, flicking the syringe a couple times.
“N—” You didn’t even get to finish your two-lettered word before he stuck it straight through your neck and injected you. Jill looked horrified as he pulled it out. (She also took advantage and got herself a connect four too)
“Well, that should be all then.” Langstrom walked back to his lab and started packing it up.
“Wha— That’s it?” Jill asked, startled. “They’re human again?”
“What? No.” The doctor looked at you both like you were stupid which made you and Jill pause. (You got her back by getting your own connect four) “The book doesn’t say it turns you back into a human. It roughly says “unable to rot and slow to anger, yet it will still eat.” So I suppose you won’t rot, nor perhaps get aggressive, but you will still need to eat flesh.” The man spoke casually as he tucked away the last of his beakers and closed his Mary Poppins looking bag.
With that, he strolled out of the warehouse, whistling a tune.
Huh. You never noticed any rotting. Well, sure, your bullet wound from months ago had been getting worse as of late. To which Jill stapled it closed again a bunch of more times. And sure, one of your toes fell off, but you’d stapled that back on too. As for the aggression, you never noticed any of that either… (The lunging at that one girl, you almost eating Broflinski’s little dog, and you nearly trying to bite your landlord’s ear off were examples you conveniently forgot in that moment.)
Eh. Whatever.
You were pretty sure that meant you wouldn’t go back to the meek little tryhard you once were.
And wasn’t that just lovely?
I love Jill and Reader so much in case you can’t tell.
Prologue, Chapter One, Chapter Two, Chapter Three (Here)
TW:
I’d also like to say this Reader is Gender Neutral or at least you can pick your gender. Most of the pronouns are “you” and when they are referred to by other people, its “they” so… Yeah! Have fun reading and tell me if there are any spelling mistakes or things that don’t make sense.
Chapter 3
Damian Wayne POV - The Night Jill Found You
Damian Wayne was not having a good night. He and his father had just spent the better part of the night chasing down Firefly while the lunatic set anything in his sights on fire.
That itself was bad, but the worst part was that in the end, the bastard had gotten away! Away to likely cause more havoc after he inevitably acquires more fuel for him, his idiotic jet pack and flame torches. No one else could’ve helped him and his father either as Grayson was back in Bludhaven, Todd was who knows where, Drake and Brown were working another case, Cain was in Hong Kong, and Thomas was fast asleep!
And it would’ve been nice to have another nighttime hero on duty, but [Name] in all their glory and endless amount of sports they’re in, decided not to be a vigilante. They definitely had the prowess! He’s (secretly) seen the gymnastics and martial arts competitions you’ve participated in, and you dominate like a true Wayne! But, no, instead you choose not to be apart of the legacy. Damian doesn’t even think he’s seen you in the cave. Not once.
Do you despise this side of your family that badly? So much so that you actively go out of your way to ignore it? You never join in on conversations surrounding cases (you never knew what they were talking about so you never said anything), never defend yourself even though you definitely can (physically, emotionally was a different story), and most damning of all, you never join on training, you just do nothing! You’re just… there!
There, when you could be doing so much more!
Damian remembers the first time you both fought. (You would describe it, as him just suddenly attacking you.) He’ll admit that he caught you off guard, but you were able to gain your bearings! He remembers it clear as day. You’d both been fighting as you made your way through three hallways and one courtyard until you’d both gotten to the entrance of the manor, fighting at the top of the stairs. You were dodging and weaving his slashes, actually kicking him away when he got too close, and slowly getting pushed back to the guardrail.
Then, out of absolutely no where, you flung your arm, the one with the gash, at him and splattered blood into his eyes! (At the time, he’d been appalled by your audacity so he faltered) Then, you grabbed both his arms and the next thing Damian knew, his world view shifted, literally, as you threw him over the side of the rail. It would’ve been a solid fifteen foot drop if he hadn’t caught himself on a tapestry!
It was that ruthlessness, that willingness to literally throw him off the top of the stairs with no hesitation, that made him think that he was going to like it at the Manor. Because if his father had been willing to train one of his siblings to do that, again, with no hesitation, he was sure he’d like the roll of Robin. He was planning to fight you for that role too!
But then he found out Drake was Robin. And then after that, he found out you weren’t even apart of the family business!
So if he resents you for wasting your talent, it’s basically your fault!
Speaking of you, he’d just gotten back from patrol when he saw you and your friend. You were both walking through the manor without a care in the world as if you owned the place and you were filthy. He’d said as much when you were both about to walk out the manor doors which earned him some crude words from your friend, but also some crude words from you?
It left him puzzled. You never talked to him like that! Ever! You were always polite and courteous (that had been you masking fear) and rarely ever got mad at him (you been too afraid to). You would also sit with him in silence instead of trying to fill the air with pointless conversation. (Too afraid to make noise.) You were stuck between being his most hated and second favorite sibling, because on one hand, you barely did anything with your life, but on the other, you were in the art club at your school and sat with him while watching nature documentaries.
He was admittedly torn up on where you landed on his scale, but one thing he knew for sure was that something was definitely wrong.
Jason POV - Running into You and Jill After you Guys Dumped the Body
When Jason saw you and your friend that night, it honestly took him a little while to recognize you. But, when you lifted your head after vomiting over a dead pigeon in the road, and he got a good look at your face, he knew it was you immediately.
What the hell were you doing, outside, in Gotham, at 4 AM the motherfucking morning? He thought about going over there and telling you to go back to the manor, but… well, neither of you had the best relationship with the other. He always felt awkward around you and he was pretty sure you were terrified of him. Not that he didn’t blame you for being terrified. You were about fifteen when he kicked your shit in just for existing. Jason felt so bad about it.
He also never apologized either. It’s just that every single time he tried to approach you to, you would run away, probably because you were terrified. Again, not that he blamed you for feeling that way. Then, after a while of being unable to, Jason stopped trying because it felt awkward to apologize for it nearly a year later. You would look at him the same way he probably looked at the Joker when he was torturing him. He didn’t want to make that look worse.
It was a safe bet to assume you wouldn’t want him approaching you at, again, 4 in the morning, in the streets of Gotham. So, when you trudged back over to help your friend start moving that giant tub of… whatever it was, he kept on walking and pushing his bike along.
It wasn’t until nearly an hour later that he was walking down that same street, without knowing, of course, that he ran into the two of you again. And this time, he actually got the courage to speak to you, even if it was more of a question he asked instinctually instead of him actually working at that courage.
It was during that conversation that he actually got you to talk to him like he wasn’t holding a gun to your head. You’d beaten up a mugger with your friend? Awesome! Though then again, you’re his little sibling and you were probably trained by Bruce at some point so he supposed it wasn’t that big of a deal, but still, It was nice. You actually smiled a little bit when you scoffed too, a smile he doesn’t think he’s ever seen before. At least, not in his presence. He was a little upset that you didn’t wanna be walked home by him, and he was also more than a little miffed that your friend threw a bottle at him, but he was also happy that your friend probably did that to protect you. He also wasn’t that upset about you not wanting to be walked home either because who wants to be walked home by their brother?
…He should probably go kill that mugger. He talked to Barbara on his comm so she could hopefully find which alley they almost got mugged in.
“They weren’t mugged?” She sounded confused.
“What?” Jason asked
“They weren’t mugged, Jason. Or at least as far as I can see. The only footage I have of them is just them moving a giant tub of… whatever that is. Shitty black and white cameras.” She murmured that last sentence as he heard some keyboard clacks on her end. “They moved it all the way to Gotham’s Harbor and from there, nothing.”
“Nothing?”
“Nothing. The cameras on the Harbor aren’t working. I think they’re broken. But the next camera they step into, their clothes are stained.” She started sipping loudly from a straw.
“Those stains were blood.” That got her to stop mid loud slurp. “So, something happened while they were at the harbor.” Did the mugger try to mug them there?
“It seems that way.”
Jason stared ahead for a moment. “Are you sure that’s all that happened? Is there anything else?”
“Not that I can tell. Were they that banged up?”
“No. I’m pretty sure most of the blood on them wasn’t even theirs to be honest.” Jason said, feeling a bit of pride at it. “I’ll check out the harbor. Thanks, Babs.”
On the walk to the harbor, it started raining. He sped up to get there faster. At the harbor, there was nothing. Absolutely nothing.
He stood on a wooden dock.
The same one.
The perp must’ve ran off when it started raining or something. Darn it.
Damian POV - After School (before Jill asked why you were coming with her in Chapter 2)
Damian decided to go see [Name] after school. Or at least after your school. Gotham Heights lets out about ten minutes earlier than Damian’s middle school. Once upon a time, Alfred used to drive the both of you to school together, but then all of a sudden, [Name] suddenly stopped riding with him. When Damian asked Alfred why, Alfred told him you were walking to school with a friend of yours now.
Was the girl next to you the friend? Now that he thinks about it, she was the girl with you that night.
Currently, Damian was crouched in a tree watching you and your friend walk to exit the school. Everything was going normal until some girl popped out. She started saying something, obviously something rude by the way your friend’s face scrunched up. Damian watched your friend flip the other girl off. He also watched you break out into the most obnoxious laughter he’s ever seen from you.
He’s never seen you laugh like that.
It reminded him of Grayson’s laugh.
He then watched the girl who was trying to pick a fight say something else. That made both you and your friend stop. Like actually mid laugh stop. You both stared at her blankly. It was almost uncanny how similar your expressions were. Your lip then curled up into a snarl and you lunged at her while your friend’s arms wrapped around your waist to hold you back.
A bunch of yelling ensued as he watched you struggle to get out of your friends hold. You were just messing around, he could tell. Clearly, the girl that tried to talk nonsense didn’t know that.
Serves her right for trying to pick a fight with a Wayne! But yes, somethings absolutely wrong. The last time someone tried to pick a fight with you, you walked away without a word.
Not that Damian would complain about this.
But like he said, there was definitely something wrong.
Neglected Santa Clarita Diet (Zombie)!Reader x Yan!Batfam
Prologue, Chapter One, Chapter Two (Here)
TW:
I’d also like to say this Reader is Gender Neutral or at least you can pick your gender. Most of the pronouns are “you” and at the very beginning it’s “they” so… Yeah! Have fun reading and tell me if there are any spelling mistakes or things that don’t make sense.
Chapter Two
You were woken up by the sound of an alarm. It wasn’t your own, it sounded different.
Gosh. You were so comfortable. So warm.
You heard a groan and felt the pillow under you shift. That got your eyes to snap open as the alarm suddenly cut off. What greeted you was a face full of titties. They were clothed thankfully.
Ah. Now you remembered. When you both got back to Jill’s apartment you both took a second shower and passed out in Jill’s bed. Together. Wow, you guys hadn’t done this since middle school. When you both turned fourteen, Jill had eventually gotten tired of all your kicking in your sleep. Since then, she just gave you a thick blanket and kicked you to the floor with nothing else but a pillow. To which you’d wrap yourself like a burrito and sleep. It was surprisingly comfortable.
But waking up to titties in your face? Nice. But also it’s Jill? You don’t know how to feel about that.
She sat up, the lovely view disappearing, and rubbed her eyes. “At least it’s a Friday.” She murmured, eyes glancing over to you to see your bright, alarmingly awake eyes staring back. “What’re you staring at?”
“Nothing…!” You sat up too. “But do we really have to go to school?”
“Yes? Just because you’re a zombie, that doesn’t mean you can skip.” She got up off the bed and grabbed a hairbrush on one of the cabinets.
You groaned as she started brushing her hair, focused on the small mirror on the cabinet. “But come on! Like you said, I’m a zombie! Zombies don’t go to school!” You said, rolling your eyes. School had never been good for you. Bullies, bystanders, and teachers expecting too much. (Though that might be your fault. You were the ultimate try hard. Great grades, wonderful performances in the multiple clubs you were in, as kind as you can be. All of that was just to get some attention from your father.) It was all so exhausting.
“Brainless zombies don’t. Y’know, the ones with drool dangling out the corner of their mouth? As far as I can tell, you’re not one of those, [Name].” She then turned around, waving the brush menacingly. “So get your ass u—” She cut herself off, staring at your chest.
“What is it?” You looked down to your chest.
Oh.
There, for the two of you to see, clear as day, was a dark grey splotch on your chest. Right. The bullet wound. You guys never took care of that, did you? It must still be lodged in there.
About a minute later, you were both in the bathroom trying to remove it was a pair of eyebrow tweezers as Jill didn’t have anything else. You were sitting on the toilet, seat down of course, topless, as Jill was one knee, poking and prodding you to get the bullet out.
“Are you sure it doesn’t hurt?” She asked as she prodded some more.
“Yeah. It just feels weird is all.” You spoke, watching her work. All the prodding had caused more of the black goop in you to ooze out more. It sluggishly ran down your stomach and was dangerously near the pants you had once again borrowed from Jill. Your stomach suddenly grumbled.
“Are you seriously hungry right now?” Jill sounded exasperated as she suddenly started scraping the tweezer in a downwards, pulling motion.
“Yeah. I’m fantasizing about that guy’s gallbladder.”
She had to pause and turn away to gag, leaving the tweezers inside you. “You jackass. Don’t talk like that. Or at least slowly start to talk like that! I need to build up a resistance to the images.” It took her a bit, but she got back to trying to scrape the bullet out. “And besides, how the hell are you still hungry? That guy was at least two hundred and fifty pounds and you ate at least a fifth of him.”
“I know… we honestly shouldn’t have wasted so much, but you can’t deny the body what it needs. And I need to feed, Jill.” You gave yourself a pat on the stomach just to get your point across.
“Oh, my god.” That sentence was finalized with the clatter of the goop-covered bullet against the floor.
You guys ended up stapling your chest together with a literal stapler and stepping over the dried blood puddle that was still there from the night before. You’d both clean it up later, but for now, Jill just wanted to go to school as she probably didn’t want to deal with anymore zombie crap until later.
It was at lunch that she came to you with something.
“I think I know why you’ve been acting weird since you turned into a zombie.” She said as she plopped down in the seat across from you. Her lunch tray, filled with what could be called a delicacy compared to what was sold at the other schools around Gotham, clattered against the table when she set it down.
“And that is…?” You sipped from your sad little water bottle. It’d be a waste to eat school lunch. You couldn’t eat normal food anymore, that was why you’d eaten the raw chicken drumsticks, but now that you’d tried a non-GMO human diet, you couldn’t go back. Therefore it was just you and the sad little water bottle.
“You’re following your id.”
“My what?”
“Your id. It’s a part of your brain that focuses on your desires and wants and all that. The undead are completely driven by it, or at least that’s what I remember from that one documentary.” She muttered that last sentence which didn’t aspire much faith in her theory. Unfortunately, it was the best you would get so you had no choice but to believe it.
“I guess that makes sense.”
“It makes a lot of sense. You’re saying and doing things I never imagined you’d do.
“True. True.” You sipped from your water again. “Say, how’d you come across this?” You asked. It seemed pretty random to bring that up during lunch after all.
“We learned about it during psych.”
“Damn, I knew I should’ve taken that class.” You sipped your water again, staring at her lunch. You were so jealous. You wish you could eat human food still. (Geez, it’s barely been a day and you’ve already committed to the fact you weren’t human.)
“You should’ve. All we do is watch movies about whatever we’re learning about. But noooo old [Name] had to be the best at everything. That includes taking four AP classes and a bunch of honors ones.” She said as she shoved some beans into her mouth with a plastic spoon.
“What can I say? I wanted to impress my shitty family.” You sighed and shrugged. “God knows it never helped, but still. Honestly, now I just want to relax. I think that outweighs the need for their love.”
“Good.” She nodded. “No need to impress assholes.”
You had PE after lunch, which was pretty stupid because who expects teenagers to run on a full stomach? You could count at least three separate vomiting incidences since the start of the semester. One of those incidents had actually been you. A bully made you vomit. Thankfully, you got it all over their shoes and legs though.
That class, you guys played basketball. You were chosen as a captain and so was some other guy. Brandon? You were pretty sure that was his name. You both played soccer and as a result of the PE teacher also coaching the soccer team at Gotham Heights, the two were her favorites in that class. Which meant she picked you and Brandon to be captains or demonstrations for a lot of things.
Such a shame Brandon was one of your bullies. He seemed like a decent guy when he wasn’t making fun of you in hearing distance.
You both picked your teams and played rock-paper-scissor for the last kid since your class had an uneven number of students.
During that entire game, you elbowed Bryan as discreetly as possible whenever you were close together. Even tripped him at some point. You could tell Brody was getting angrier and angrier as the game went on. It eventually got to a head when the coach left for a bit. Like the guy literally threw the ball to the side, which smacked some kid in the ribs by the way, and got all up in your face.
“Wayne, what the fuck are you doing?” His breath smelled like an alpaca’s ass.
“Nothing. What makes you think I’m doing anything?” You rose a brow at him, channeling your inner ‘Tim when you try to talk to him’ to give him to most condescending look you could muster.
“You’ve been—” He went back to talking, but you zoned out, instead focusing on the conversation behind you that was much much more interesting.
“Ugh… God, Blake’s doing that fucking bug-eyed thing again.” You heard a murmur from a girl behind you. Ah, so the asswipe’s name was Blake. Your guesses were close enough.
“The one where he stares into your soul?” Another girl whispered.
“Yeah. The one Linda said he gives during sex. She swore he didn’t blink the entire time and that she even clapped in his face. She said it was like fucking a British guard.” The first girl whispered back.
Woah. Teenagers committing the hanky-panky? You did not need to hear that. But… that actual made you a bit curious…
Blake was still ranting to you as your hands slowly raised before bursting forward to clap in front of his eyes.
Wow.
He actually didn’t blink.
You heard the girls behind you burst into laughter and start muffling said laughs as Blake stared at you confused, wondering why you did that. A whistle then broke through all the activity.
“Hey! What’s the hold up! Get back to playing!” The coach’s scratchy voice demanded.
It was after PE that you made sure to talk to the coach. You also made a note to talk to basketball coach after school too.
“Coach Rhonda?” You walked over as your classmates were filing out of the gym.
“Yes, Wayne?” Coach Rhonda was always so nice. Sure, she worked everyone on both teams, girl and boys, to the bone, but she wanted those wins and so she got them.
“Listen, soccer, it’s just not me. I gotta say adios, y’know?” You felt kinda bad dropping this in the middle of the year, especially after you’d been on the team for so long. You’ve played since middle school, but you’ve never really enjoyed it. Never truly. Soccer has always been just… meh to you. “I’m gonna be honest, I could give less than a rat’s ass about it. The only reason I joined was to get attention from a family that would never give it to me. But now? Now I don’t want it! Isn’t that great, coach?”
“I… uh…” Her eyes darted around, probably extremely confused.
You gave her a pat on the shoulder. “Good talk.” You started to walk backwards, away from her. “By the way, your calves look absolutely delectable, just thought I’d let you know.”
You were both walking to Jill’s apartment, minding your business. After school, let out you went to every single club or team’s leader/coach and dropped them. Goodbye cooking, basketball, knitting, art, and so on.
Jill suddenly stopped walking.
“Wait, why the hell are we walking together?” She asked, looking to you confused.
“What do you mean?” You stopped your own walking to look back at her.
“I mean, why the hell are we walking together? Aren’t you going to go home?”
“Uh… no?”
“No?” She asked.
“No.” You repeated with a nod. “I’m gonna see how long I can stay at your place until someone besides Alfred notices.”
“I… okay then.” She let that go quite easily. It honestly surprised you how much she let you stay around. You weren’t complaining. As you both bounded up the stairs into her apartment complex and then into the apartment, you felt so happy. Jill was the best. You need a repay sometime. Take her out to a Batburger perhaps?
Those thoughts were harshly interrupted by the smell that practically smacked the two of you in the faces. Oh right. The blood.
“Goddamn it…” Jill let out the loudest sigh as she spoke. “We shouldn’t have let it dry. Now it’s all sticky.” She let the toe of her shoe step in it. You both listened to the audible sticking of her shoe to the ground and then her having to pull it off.
“Looks like I might have to go back to the manor after all.” You grumbled under your breath, looking to her. “Alfred has this pressure washer that works wonders on the driveway whenever he cleans it. I can go get it?” You offered, jutting a thumb behind you.
“Can my floors even sustain the force of a pressure washer…?” She asked quietly.
You both looked at the stain and stared at it in silence for about a minute.
“I’ll bring Alfred’s normal cleaning products in case.”
When you got to the manor, you wasted no time looking for Alfred.
Or, well, shouting for him.
“Alfred!” You yelled as you walked through the halls to your room. Earlier, when you were still walking to the manor, you decided that you might as well hit two birds with one stone on this trip. You were going to grab your childhood stuffie. Why? Well, since you’re gonna be staying with Jill as long as you possibly can, you may as well bring it. Plus, the last time you left your stuffie alone for an extended period of time, Jason broke into the manor, trashed your room and ripped off one of its arms. (Then he turned on you when you happened to come home early and beat the shit out you, but that’s a story for another time.) It was also one of the only things you still have from when your mother was still alive, so there’s that too.
With still no sign of Alfred, you quickly ducked into your room and grabbed your stuffie. When you exited your room, you got a face full of titties again. This time though, they were man tits. You backed up and moved around this person before you finally got a good look at his face.
Would you look at that? It was Jason.
Lovely.
“[Name].” The man (because he really was just a man. He was nothing to be afraid of. He may have scared you when you were younger, but once again, he’s a man. You’re a zombie.) … greeted? He always sounded so gruff and grumpy. Like a paragon of anger if you will.
“Todd.” You greeted in return. You’d learned his last name just so you didn’t have to use the first one when you were younger.
“Are you alright?” Todd asked.
“Yeah, why?”
“You and your friend looked pretty banged up last night.” He scoffed. Wait, did he see you and Jill moving the body? Or did he see you both covered in blood after?
“We’re fine now.”
A small silence encompassed the both of you. You were waiting for him to either walk off of say something else. He did neither.
“Nice— uh nice room.” A stutter? From the mighty child-beating Jason? Wow.
“Yeah. No thanks to you.” You spoke slowly, looking him in the eyes as you spoke. “You are in danger to everybody in this house. A loose cannon, and honestly, you should’ve died in that fire or explosion or whatever it was.” The words were leaving your mouth without even thinking. You were barely even registering them. “I don’t know what mental illness you gained while you were gone, pit rage was it?” It sounded so fake too. You were 15 when he attacked you, not five. They could’ve just told the truth. “But I wholeheartedly believe you should be locked in Arkham Asylum with all the other crazy people.”
You both stared at each other for a long while.
It was nice to let that out. You must’ve really wanted to say that to him for a long time if it came out without being prompted.
Also, was it wrong to say the man looked gobsmacked?
You decided to approach this same way you did Coach Rhonda. You gave him a pat on the shoulder.
“Good talk.” With that, looking for Alfred and his cleaning supplies again.
You never found Alfred, but you did find his cleaning supply stash so you did nick a few things.
You also rushed out the door when he yelled after you to ask about the gigantic pile of vomit he found dried in the bathroom.
Now, you were back at Jill’s place, scrubbing at the floors with her after you’d called a window repair man to come fix her window. It was where the burglar broke in.
“Maybe we can kill that guy Brandon or Blake or whatever his name was.” You said as you used the sponge to keep scrubbing.
“Does Brandon or Blake go to school with us?” Jill paused her cleaning to look at you with a face that said she knew the answer.
“Yes?”
“Then no.”
You groaned. “Jill, you keep shooting down my ideas for people to kill!”
“Because all the people you wanna kill aren’t bad people. They’re just assholes!”
You huffed. “Fine. But we need to find someone soon. Coach Rhonda‘s calves are getting to me.” You started scrubbing again.
