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Conservative beauty standards are back with a vengeance which means it's especially important to go out this summer with bellies out and bodies unshaved. Also be unapologetically disabled with mobility aids and wearable medical devices and stim toys and ear defenders and all that stuff. You need it. People need to see it. Everyone needs to be reminded that life is unquestioningly more enjoyable when you're not living inside an arbitrary set of rules created by people who are offended by all the wrong things.
This is my. OC Lillian Wayne, who I love and adore and I hope you do too!
Summary:
“Oh! That! Yeah, that one is a candid, I didn’t pose or anything.” She said it with such pride that Jason felt a bit bad for raining on her parade, “That makes this even worse!”
“How?!”
“It means this creep took a photo of you without you noticing!” Jason screeched.
“He’s not a creep! His name is Mark and he’s married.”
Bruce learned that having a model as your daughter was an adjustment for him and everyone involved. Now, having a daughter that is a top model, predicted to be a supermodel before she’s even 21, was something Bruce had a harder time understanding. He knows that there will be some shoots that require a little more… skin than others, and all he asked was that she let him know beforehand.
It was a learning process at first. Lillian was used to doing things on her own without the need to run anything by anybody, and Bruce struggled to remember that this was her job and passion. He doesn’t want to limit Lillian simply because he was being paranoid.
All Bruce asked was that he be given a warning.
Bruce turned the magazine page, and he quickly shut the magazine closed with a quick snap and just about threw it on the ground. He could feel his blood pressure spike and his anger rose in his chest. Bruce ignored Jason’s confused gaze as Bruce reached deep into his diaphragm for a voice he rarely used, “Lillian! Get down here!”
The command shook the manor, and Jason would be shocked if all of Gotham didn’t hear him.
“What’s got you yelling, old man?” Jason picked up the magazine, he thumbed to the page that Bruce had gotten too, before he also snapped it shut and actually threw it on the ground, “Lily! You better come down and explain this!”
Hurried footsteps were heard and the sources of the men yelling had the nerve to look confused. Her long black hair was wrapped in a cotton shirt that, judging from the color of it, had to be Dick’s that she was using to dry her hair. Confused large eyes settled on the two men, and her lips pouted at being yelled at.
“What?” Jason reached down to grab the magazine, and flipped to the page that had him seeing green. He had almost shoved it in her face, and Lillian stared at the two pages with intense scrutiny. Covering those two pages were photos of Lillian. A collage of some sort, showing off a deep crimson suit, the blazer and pants contrasting against her pale skin and dark hair, and the gold jewelry helping to accent the warmth of the color.
They were all beautiful photos, with close ups and full bodies. On the side of the pages were bodies of text describing the pieces and what the designer had to say about them. The problem was the largest photo, which was of Lillian in a candid shot. Her wavy hair was messy, and the blazer, that was normally buttoned up, appeared to have been momentarily unbuttoned. Large gold earrings momentarily draw the attention away, and following the line of gold would be the gold necklace around her thin neck, which then led to the biggest issue of it all.
Her blazer and the angle did a great job in hiding everything that would have sent the public into a riot, however her sternum was still slightly exposed. The photo cut off just before it reached her breast, however from the angle of the blazer, one can assume that the piece of clothing was undone.
“Oh…” Her eyes trailed the image, “Yeah, gold really isn’t my color.” Bruce began to sputter and Jason looked ready to throttle her.
"That's the only issue you see here?” It hurts some part of Jason because Lillian truly does look confused. She stared at her brother and father with one eyebrow raised in a question, “... Is there more?” The amount of patience Bruce has acquired over the years was phenomenal, because Jason was ready to snap.
“Lillian, we talked about you doing these types of photoshoots without asking for permission.” Any other time, the head tilt would have been cute, but not right now.
“Lily, your chest in this photo is barely covered.”
“Oh! That! Yeah, that one is a candid, I didn’t pose or anything.” She said it with such pride that Jason felt a bit bad for raining on her parade, “That makes this even worse!”
“How?!”
“It means this creep took a photo of you without you noticing!” Jason screeched.
“He’s not a creep! His name is Mark and he’s married.” Lillian really is the epitome of innocence because what the fuck. Jason and Bruce shared a look, and continued to stare at her in frustration and confusion. The irritation began to creep in, “Wait wait wait. So you just accept that any candid photo of you can be thrown into a magazine?”
“Yeah?” There was a collective sigh, because Lillian was the victim in this-
“They said I look good at any angle, so I just let them do whatever.” A victim of her own design. Bruce clasped his large hand on her shoulders, and frigid blue eyes met warm tropical blue.
“Lillian, please look at the photo before they decide.” She gave him a crooked smile, as if Bruce was being the unreasonable one here, “You do know that I don’t really get a say, right?”
“I’ll talk to them, or better yet, I’ll get Don to look at them.” Bruce trusts Don to have Lillian’s best interest in mind when it comes to things like this. Not to mention the manager is on Bruce’s payroll, so if he knows what’s good for him, he’ll do what Bruce says.
His daughter smiled, “Okay! Is there anything else? Ooh, what do you think of the suit? Other than that image, doesn’t the suit look great?” She grabbed the magazine and began showing her father and brother the other photos that were taken.
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“Don…”
“I know Mr. Wayne, but before I could say anything they told me that it was already printed.” Don is a good man. Bruce vetted him himself and he passed every test with flying colors. Lillian likes him, and as long as Don understands that Lillian’s needs come before her wants, and that Bruce is the one who signs the check that gets wired to Don’s bank account, then there will be no problems between them.
Bruce sighed, rubbing his forehead as he stared at the photo. After the whole suit incident, Lillian looked at the photos beforehand. Even Don did, and it wasn’t shocking that the photographers listened to the 6 '6, easily over 250 pound man. He gets mistaken as her body guard, and when asked, he says he is both manager and guard.
The photo itself was not bad per se, it’s just… Bruce wasn’t sure how comfortable he is with Lillian showing off that much leg. In the photo, she was being swallowed by a white fur coat (‘It’s fake fur, Damien! They’re promoting a sustainable way to make fur coats without the animal or without creating landfill!’). The fur kissed her cheeks, and it did look extremely warm. Lillian, as always, smiled beautifully in the photo, and her eyes showed a child-like innocence as she brought the collar of the coat close to her face.
It’s just…
“Are her legs really that long?” Dick and Tim are also staring at the photo, and Tim was sending nervous glances at Bruce. It felt weird seeing so much of his sister’s legs on display for the world to see and oggle at. The coat cuts off a few inches above her mid thigh, meaning about 90% of the skin showing were Lillian’s legs. 90% was him being gracious.
“She said it was okay.”
“Lillian approved this?” Bruce couldn’t stop the bafflement from leaking through, and he heard Don sigh, “‘It's just my legs, so it shouldn’t be a problem’ is what she said.” Screaming internally, Bruce thanked the man and hung up. Dick and Tim continued to stare at the photo, “Her make up looks really good in this.”
“Is that all you have to say about this?” Tim shrugged as Dick snagged the magazine, holding it up to Bruce’s face, “Bruce, you gotta do something! Our baby sister’s legs are on display for everyone to see!” Before the man could say anything, a knock on his study door had everyone pausing, and when they heard the voice on the other side, Dick sprinted over and swung the door open.
“Lily!”
Said girl appeared shocked to see her oldest brother in her father’s study, “Oh, hey Dickie! Whatcha doing here?” Blue eyes traveled down to the magazine in his hands, and a smile formed on her lips, “Ah, so you saw the photos?” Walking in she took the magazine from him and stared at the page, “I don’t understand why they liked this one, there was one where it really showed the coat off more.” Bruce gave her a look, “Don said you approved this?” Lillian beamed, “Yes!”
Dick buried his face in his hands, Tim took a long sip of coffee, and Bruce sighed heavily. He’s going gray.
Grabbing the magazine, she began to thumb through the pages with excitement, “Did you see the other photos in the magazine?” Bruce could feel genuine fear crawl into his chest, “Are they bad?”
“Of course not! I never take a bad picture.” Tim choked on his coffee, trying to hold back a snort and Dick looked ready to collapse. She turned to one page and grinned, “Look! Apparently this one is blowing up on Instagram, and the brand contacted me to see if I wanted to do more shots with them.” Lipstick. It was a lipstick advertisement and front and center is Lillian, wearing a blood red lipstick that appeared to make her teeth look whiter and her pale skin warmer.
She flipped to another page, “And they let me keep this top!” A backless halter top, its color was mint green, and the back tied into a cute bow. Bruce doesn’t know whether to feel happy that other people recognize how beautiful his daughter is or to feel upset that people recognized that. From a modeling perspective, and as a dad who wants his kid to succeed, he’s happy. From a dad’s perspective in that his little girl is being paraded around, he’s upset.
“Lillian, you don’t need more tops.” She pouted, “But I got rid of so many last month, and it’s not like I, or you, paid for it.” Tim made an expression that said, ‘She has a point.’ Dick recovered, “Chickie, don’t you think that these are… ya know… adult-ish?” Lillian raised a brow, “No? It’s just a shirt and make up.”
‘She doesn’t see it!’ Everyone thought as they watched her continue to thumb through the pages. Dick decided to be brave, “Lily, I think we need to discuss some of these photoshoots.” Lillian hummed, “Dad and I already talked about it though.” She held her fingers up to count,
"Mr. Don tells him when the photoshoots are a bit more ‘adult,’ I tell him there’s going to be a photo that may need a PR team for, and I now look at the candid photos.” She used air quotes when she said ‘adult’ as if that word doesn't mean millions of things.
Dick sent a glare at Bruce, who had his forehead in his hands, before continuing, “Lets expand on that ‘adult’ word.” Lillian nodded, staring at him with rapt attention, “What does ‘adult’ mean to you?” The girl pursed her lips in thought, “Lingerie.”
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“Anything else?”
“No, not really.” Another collective sigh, and Dick and Bruce looked ready to die. Tim was dying inside and out, and he was struggling to hold back his laughter as his brother and father had a small meltdown.
Standing up from his spot, he guided Lillian out of the room, “What’s their problem?” She had asked.
“Oh you know, adult things.”
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“Lillian, I demand that we talk once we are home.” Lillian stared at Damien in confusion, before nodding along, “Okay. Is everything okay?”
“I don’t think your… attire is appropriate and I doubt father, Grayson, Todd, and Drake will approve.” ‘Let alone Pennyworth.’
With the weather finally warming up, it’s the season for bathing suits and sunscreen. Currently, Lillian is taking a break from the cameras to hydrate and touch up on her makeup. She is sporting a navy blue bikini, a layered gold necklace, and gold bracelets with her hair pulled into a high ponytail to show off her gold earrings. Damien has some complaints about all of this, because no one should be seeing his sister in a bikini!
“Yeah, I told them gold wouldn’t look good on me, but they said that it’d look better with dark blue than silver.”
“That is not what I am talking about.” Lillian raised an eyebrow in confusion, but before she could say anything, her name was being called and she had to rush over.
“I’ll be done in one hour, okay! Can you let the family know so we don’t have to wait too long?” Damien decided to tag along to this photoshoot, because he was the only one free, and after some concerning conversations with the family about Lillian’s lack of awareness of what is appropriate and what isn’t.
He hates to say it, but his family is correct. His older sister has no awareness.
The next hour was spent with Damien stewing in anger and disgust as at some of the adults asking his sister to pose. He had notified Pennyworth that they will need to be picked up and that Damien does not want himself or Lillian to spend a second-longer than necessary here. Which was why, once the photoshoot was up and Lillian was changed back in her tanktop and jeans, Damien grabbed her hand and marched them out.
“Bye Don!” Lillian shouted before the door was slammed shut and Alfred was waiting in the car.
“Hi, Alfie! Thank you for picking us up,” Lillian greeted as she slid into the backseat with Damien. The older man nodded, “Anytime, Ms. Lillian.” The girl beamed at him, while Damien scowled and crossed his arms.
“How was the photoshoot?” Alfred asked as he pulled out of the parking lot.
“It was great! I hope this brand does well, I really liked the outfit.” Alfred nodded in understanding. With the knowledge of someone who has navigated Gotham for over three decades, he got them on the freeway with little to no trouble.
“It’s a bathing suit brand,” Damien stated, and he met Alfred’s stare head on in the rear view mirror.
Lillian smiled, “Oh right, Damien what did you want to talk about?” She turned her attention to her younger brother, and he huffed, “I said once we are home.” His sister raised an eyebrow, noting the haughty attitude and decided to not push it. Damien, she noticed, has his moments where only the sound of a shoe scuffing could have him clicking his tongue and seething the most vile insults.
Dick said that his upbringing was rough, and therefore Damien has his edges. When Lillian first met the boy, she let it slide. Once the third insult landed, she showed her younger brother that he is not the only one who can think mean thoughts and say them.
Lillian finds it easier to just let the kid stew and leave it to either their dad or Dick to solve. While she does adore Damien— because how could she not — she made it clear that she does not have the time nor patience for his tantrums.
“Ms. Lillian, is this photoshoot going to be one that requires Master Bruce’s attention?” Alfred asked, turning his attention to Lillian who shrugged, “It shouldn't. Don let him know ahead of time, and if people are upset by someone wearing a bikini then they should learn to not look. Or better yet, mind their own business.”
Alfred agreed with her assessment, but he also knows that that is not how the world works. Sighing, he adjusted his grip on the steering wheel, and continued to drive. Lillian was texting someone on her phone, most likely some of her model friends, and Damien stewed the whole way home.
Once Alfred parked the car, Damien rushed out and left Lillian and Alfred behind. Lillian tilted her head, pocketed her phone and turned to Alfred, “What’s his problem?”
“Perhaps it has something to do with the theme of the photoshoot,” Alfred advised, and he raised an eyebrow in her direction. Lillian scrunched her nose, “Hmmm, well then he shouldn’t have come.”
“Ms. Lillian, I understand that this is your job, but surely you understand why your brothers and father are upset.” Alfred gave her a pointed look, and Lillian shrugged, “I’m not dumb. I understand why they are upset and how this job can be a bit upsetting for everyone involved and not involved.” Lillian grabbed a piece of her hair and began to play with the lock, twirling it between her fingers.
“That’s just how it is as a model. I wish they had more trust in me and my capability to say no when I don’t like a photoshoot, rather than assume I am going to do everything the photographer asks of me.” She’s been doing this since forever. It’s unfortunate, but every model learns which photographers mean well, and which don’t. Lillian had her experiences, just like everyone else. However, she’s learned and she’s overcome it all, and will continue to overcome it.
Lillian knows she has her moments where some things don’t click, and it was only amplified even more with her siblings. They would say things, or come to conclusions about some of the murder documentaries they watch, that had Lillian staring blankly.
She knows she’s not dumb, but in a family of geniuses, she doesn’t come off as bright either. Which usually doesn’t bother her. She does wish her family had more faith in her. At least in her experience rather than her brain.
“Lillian.” Bruce greeted her, and behind him was Damien. Lillian grinned, rushing over and giving Bruce a hug, which he returned.
“How was your shoot?” Bruce asked, and Lillian beamed, “It was great! I really think this bathing suit is going to sell well. If it does, can I have one?” Her father smiled down at her, “You can have it even if it doesn’t sell well.”
“Father–” Damien started, but was cut off by Bruce who continued to question his daughter,
“Don called, and he said this shot may cause some stress?”
Lillian shrugged, "It was just a bathing suit, a bikini to be exact.” She grinned, “I worked extra hard to make sure my abs were more defined for this shot.” Lillian always had nice abs, and she had spent extra time this past week to make sure they were more defined this time.
She’ll never have abs like her brothers, or even like her sister Cass, but she is proud of her accomplishment.
Bruce smiled down at her. When Damien came up and began to tell him how the photographers asked Lillian to pose in a bikini that showed too much skin, Bruce raced down to question his daughter. Past conversations flew through his mind, and he wondered just how he was going to get his message across to her.
“That’s just how it is as a model. I wish they had more trust in me and my capability to say no when I don’t like a photoshoot, rather than assume I am going to do everything the photographer asks of me.” Bruce had paused when he heard her say that. It wasn’t a lack of trust in her, but more so a lack of trust in others. He still frets over his oldest kids, even though they were adults, because Bruce is paranoid and he will never stop worrying.
He worried even more over Lillian because Lillian is… well, she’s Lillian. It’d be rude to call her innocent, because growing up in front of cameras meant you were fair game for everyone and their words. However, she wasn’t like the rest of them. Lillian doesn’t know how to fight, nor does she know the lengths that people in the shadows will go to to snub any form of light.
She’s not blind to suffering, but she doesn’t understand as intimately as everyone else does what that suffering can breed.
“She’s a smart cookie, Mr. Wayne.” Don had told him over the phone when Bruce was complaining about another photoshoot. The manager had a past, one that he was very honest with Bruce about, and it was because of that past that Bruce felt a bit more comfortable with Don as Lillian’s bodyguard and manager.
“Lillian doesn’t act like it, but she’s got a good head on her shoulders. Trust that she knows when something is sketchy.”
Perhaps, Bruce had been projecting a bit. He still stands by some of those shots being too inappropriate, but if Lillian was uncomfortable she’d say something. Or Don would.
He kissed the top of her head, and he watched as she visibly preened at the show of affection. It took Bruce a while to get used to having a child that was all about physical touch, Dick being the only one before her, but he found that he could never truly tire of her hugs or showing her affection.
“On a scale of one to ten, how upset will I and your siblings be?”
“Easily a five and up.” At least she is honest. He wrapped an arm around her shoulder, and with Damien on his other side, he guided them back into the manor. Lillian recounted her day, and how much she loved that Damien was there. The boy blushed at the admittance, and Bruce raised an eyebrow at his youngest.
“Oh!” Lillian whirled to Bruce, looking slightly guilty, “I told them gold didn’t look good on me, but they insisted I wear it because it looked good with the color of the bathing suit.”
That five on the Scale of Upsetness rose to a seven.
Let me know what you think of her!! As promised I'd start posting more of my OC on both here and Ao3, and honestly maybe Wattpad. Hope you enjoyed and take care!
i could read a hundred batfam fics but i'll always return to white whale and glass bones and paper skin. my first batfam fic was the former and my fave was the latter and i could never find any fics that hit as hard as urs. srs about this!!! i always reread your stuff
Awwwww thank you!!!! I’m so happy my first publish batfam fic was your first one lol!!! And personally Glass Bones is also my fav. If I’m reading the latter and former correctly? I can never tell with those lol!!
Hey... so I have a question for everyone. How would you all feel if I posted a Batfam fanfic series up on here? I'm going to post it anyways, but it would be on Ao3 primarily. However, if people are interested I wouldn't mind posting it up here as well.
It's all platonic, and it would do more with a surprise sister (how original) who's my OC. It would just be one shots of their adventures together and going through life with a civilian as a sibling. No neglect, little angst, mainly a feel good series. Like I said, I'm going to post it on Ao3, but I do want to gauge interest on here as well.
She's a very cute OC in my opinion... I love her a lot lol!
Feel free to ask questions! Does not have to be related to this either. ngl, this is what has been taking up most of time.
I'm actually a ghost right now coming back to haunt my Tumblr page, but good news is that it is just in time for spooky season. please carry on with the funeral! Make it believable.
AAA YOU ARE ALIVE AND EVEN WROTE SOMETHING. I'M IN HEAVEN 😭😭😭
THANKS SANS FOR DECIDING TO LOOK AT YOUR PAGE, THE BEST THING YOU CAN GET FOR A BIRTHDAY IS YOUR UPDATE
Hold up it was your birthday?!!! Happy belated birthday!! I'm sorry I missed this!!! I'm so embarrassed lol!!!!! I hope it was a great one and I love your profile pic
Hiii! Love your work! I was wondering if you plan on continuing Glass Bones and Paper Skin? It's my favorite of your stories, I keep rereading it! ❤️❤️
hi!! Awww thank you and yes I do plan to keep adding onto Glass Bones and Paper Skin! I'm so happy that you like that one!
