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Experimental Obsession

Formerly known as Yandere Batfam x Neglected Reader x Yandere Al Ghuls.

Summary: After two years of horrifying experiments, reader returns home to find that her family never even knew she was missing. Upon further research, she begins to suspect that her Father was the reason the experiments happened in the first place. Desperate for revenge, she starts to make dangerous and powerful allies who seem a little to invested in her. With a growing awareness of a new dark power in the world Reader is determined to expose the truth.

Meanwhile Bruce Wayne is horrified to find out his youngest child was not at boarding school. Desperate to solve the case and fix his mistakes, him and rest of the Bats begin down a dark path of obsession.

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The Magnolia Files

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In the world of Aldreen there are crystals of pure energy, Mana. These crystals influence everyday life. However problems arise when they are implemented in human children. The Kingdom of Magnolia has allowed the Mana Experimentation Laboratories to do so for the sake of their military. They also allow the M.E.L to preform these Experimentation in other countries under the threat of war. These are the files showing the fall of not just the Kingdom of Magnolia but the M.E.L

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File 1 Antisocial

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I swear when I write Experimental Obsession and I add another miscommunication I giggle a little. It's funny to me because you have Bruce looking over here for something and Reader is glaring at him like "it's you bitch. I know it." Meanwhile Bruce is like "she's glaring over here so there has to be a clue."

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Experimental Obsession

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Everyone was waiting anxiously in Jason's apartment for word on how (Name) was doing. Steph knew the PTSD was going to be bad from the little she learned. But total disassociation over the mere thought of the experiments. It was worse than anything they could have expected, especially since she was so much younger than Steph first thought.

Yes, she had heard stories and had seen (Name) in passing. That didn't change her mental perception of the girl. The stories made her sound older. At passing glance at what she was doing, taking notes and doing science experiments or lectures. Those were older kid activities, not seven- or eight-year-old activities. To think that no one was looking out for at the age. It made Steph feel guilty for not noticing. Why had she been so nervous? Cause she was previously a Robin and a Batgirl.

Shaking her head, Steph forced herself to continue reviewing the files. Well Barbara had decoded and read one of the files, there were dozens. So, they decided to start reviewing them while they waited. She sat reading through boring medical terminology she barely caught on to and horrifying descriptions of violence. (Name) was really just eight to nine going through this.

Steph paused as she began a new file. This one was dated two days before the escape. Her mind flashed back to her interrogation of Matthew Jenkins. If her math was right this would be the test that made Henry Duncan tap out. The one that made her chest look like a deflate balloon. Steph began to read the report when Tim spoke up.

"I have something."

"So, do I. I think." Steph held up her tablet gesturing to it, "You go first Tim. I still have to read through this."

"Okay so it would appear we've all misunderstood (Name)'s meta-abilities." Tim placed his tablet on the coffee table for anyone who wanted to look at it, "She's not a super healer. She produces a chemical in her blood stream that causes the effects of miraculous healing and potentially immortality."

"What? That should be impossible, there's no chemical capable of that. Even the Lazarus Pit has a limit" Damian snapped, setting his tablet aside.

"You're right it's technically not a chemical." Tim shrugged before looking towards the door to Jason's bedroom. (Name) and Jason were in there, as Jason attempted to calm her down. "It's a liquid metal, but it's still in her blood stream."

"You don't mean..." Dick started looking up from his tablet. Tim nodded causing Dick to swear, "Dionesium. What are the chances The Court of Owls is involved."

"It's unclear right now but we may need to explore that angle. Though the Court probably would have used Electrum. She, however, produces pure Dionesium in her bloodstream. Not Electrum." Tim looked down at his tablet again as Bruce picked it up. "At least that's my theory currently. They wrote it down as Concentrated Lazarus Pit Water they had found in a cave system somewhere beneath Gotham."

"I thought I destroyed the lake of Dionesium under Gotham after the Joker Virus incident?" Bruce looked up from the file. He gave Tim a quizzical look.

"Either it wasn't completely destroyed, or there's another one." Tim shrugged again, "Whatever the case they don't know what they found. That or I'm completely off base and were missing a file of how they treated actually Lazarus Pit Water to 'concentrate' it. However, they still got the Chemical they injected her with from a cave in Gotham. We're going to have to find that."

Bruce sighed, rubbing his temple. Steph focused back on her file and began to skim it for details, "On a different note. I found the log for the final experiment they perform before (Name) escape. The one that made Henry Duncan storm off."

"Really? What did they do?" Barbara asked. Throughout this whole ordeal everyone had shared horrifying revelations of what the experiments had done. Drowning, Burning, Shooting, Stabbing, and that was just the tip of the iceberg. Duke even found a file where it shows she no longer displayed any brain activity when hurt. All that to lead up to the final experiment in Steph's hands.

Steph began to read through the file. She paused in confusion reading through the beginning, "Well they started by sedating her and preparing her for surgery?"

"Surgery?" Cass asked looking towards the tablet in Steph's hands.

"Yeah. Apparently, the anesthesia didn't work properly so she was conscious throughout the whole ordeal." Steph continued to read through the file. Every word felt like falling further and further down a ravine with no clue where the end was. She could feel the color draining from her face as pieces started to click into place. Pressing on her chest, deflated balloon, something growing. No not growing, re-growing. Steph's voice was barely above a whisper, "Oh dear god."

She was ten. She was child and they did that to her, all well she was awake. Steph felt like she going to be sick. "Oh, dear god, she was awake through that. Shit she probably remembers it too."

Steph felt like vomiting. That are running into the room with (Name) and Jason to hug the girl.

"Stephanie!" Dick grabbed ahold of her. It shocked her enough to drop the tablet. It slid across the floor landing by the coffee table. "What did they do?"

"We've been looking for our suscepts in the wrong place. They're not Meta Traffickers." Steph looked towards where (Name) was. She was ten and they didn't even know she was in trouble. "They're Organ Traffickers, who just made an endless supply."

Dick let go of Steph. He blinked a few times before glancing at the door. Everyone looked towards the door. The room had gone deathly silent as pieces began to slide into place. It was Bruce who spoke first, "We change plans. Now."

Steph looked towards him to see a dark look she had never seen on Bruce's face before. Soon it was as if dark steel had crossed everyone's face. They would not let (Name) down again.

When you started to come back to reality, you could feel someone holding you and humming. It was a familiar tune; one you remember in blur dreams about the past. A goofy little song about axolotls and penguins. The person singing seemed to remember the lyric more clearly than you. Slowly you began to join in the silly song, holding just the melody without the words.

A blanket had been wrapped around you and someone's arm pressed you against their chest. The humming mixed with the steady beating of their heart acting like a lifeline to the present. There was a shout in the next room that had you jerking up. The person allowed you to move but was soon hushing you back towards their chest. It was so gentle you simply allowed the motion to happen.

"How you feeling, angel?" You looked up to see that you were wrapped in Jason's arms. Blinking up at him, you shook your head before leaning back down to listen to his heartbeat. He took a deep breath. Soon he was slowly stroking your head. You hummed before burying your face in his chest.

This was okay. You could pretend you were safe for right now. Just like the blurred memories of when you were a toddler. Leaning into Jason's arms after your reoccurring nightmare. He had changed physically since them. Taller, buffer, but the comfort factor remained the same. "Do you want me to tell you a story, like old times?"

"I don't remember those times very well." You murmured gripping onto his shirt. "I know you taught me to read."

"Yeah, I did." Jason mumbled. You didn't look up at his face, but you could tell he was sad. There was something haunted in his voice, "Your favorite storybook wasn't even a story. It was a meet the planets picture book."

"Each of the planets had a different voice." The laugh that bubbled out of you was small. A hazy memory of Jason as a teenager with voice cracks reading in different voices danced in your head.

Jason laughed too, "Later when we played you insisted on being a space exploring scientist princess and I was your space pilot knight."

"Why did we stop playing?" The atmosphere shifted but didn't entirely break. Jason shifted the blanket, so you were wrapped up just a little tighter.

Once satisfied he asked one question. "How about a story okay?" You nodded and Jason began.

"Once upon a time in a kingdom not too far away lived a family of brave knights. Each one was skilled trained personally by the King, a skilled knight in his own right. One day a Princess was born and the King assigned one of his closest knights to protect the young girl. This made the two grow very close, acting as brother and sister despite having no blood ties.

When the Princess was two, a threat arose. A Clown Prince threatened the kingdom and more specifically the Knight's mother. The Knight having believed his mother was dead, rushed to her aid, ignoring the King's warnings. He ended up being captured by the Clown Prince. Before the King could rescue him, the Knight was killed.

Yet it the story didn't end there. Two years later a skilled Necromancer and his daughter found the body of the Knight. Together the two raised him from the dead but when he came back, he was no longer a knight. His body no longer felt right, and he quickly discovered he had been made into a monster. The Necromancer had showed him the kingdom. The now reborn Monster had been replaced by someone else as the King's Closest Knight and Princess once adore was left alone with no one. The Monster couldn't tell if she was left alone for asking questions or for not accepting the new knight.

In a fit of rage, the Monster attacked the King and his Knights. The fighting lasted months before finally the Monster's rage subsided. In those battles however the Monster did many horrible things, still the family accepted him. Even with the acceptance the Monster was scared to approach the Princess. If couldn't bring himself to accept the possibility of accidently hurting her. So, he stayed away for years, watching from the shadows as she grew to be a brilliant and kind scholar. When he finally had the courage to explain to her what had happened all those years ago..."

Jason's voice caught in his throat as he tried to finish the story. You had pressed your face against his chest. Softly you whispered, "She disappeared."

"(Name)." Jason took a deep breath. "I know that you probably want revenge or to make sure what happened to you doesn't happen to anyone else."

Your breath caught in your chest when Jason said those words. Fear that he knew what you were planning shot through you. He continued, "But please promise me you won't become a vigilant. I swear I'll get your revenge for you and make sure whatever happen to you doesn't happen again. Just please don't become one of us."

You took a deep breath to calm your nerves. One of your hands was under the blanket where he couldn't see it. You crossed your fingers slowly, "I promise."

The laboratory was quiet. Everyone involved had gone home for the day with the procedures completed. Isabella walked down the faux-hospital halls towards the office where her father worked. With Subject Origin lose somewhere in Gotham, the plan had changed. Subjects Alpha through Hotel were no longer allowed to leave during their recover phase. Just in case Batman got involved, he couldn't follow the subjects to the new location.

She knocked on the door to her father's office before slipping inside. The older man was sitting at his desk scribbling away on his journal. Isabella glared at the book, at least the notes in there were no longer about her. "All surgeries have been completed. We're monitoring the recipients now for any signs of rejection."

Her father hummed. There was long pause in which the only sounds that could be heard was the scratching of her father's pen. Finally, he sent the pen down looked at her, "Isabella what are the two results we are expecting?"

"Either all the recipient's bodies will accept the new organ, or they will all rejected." Isabella looked towards the ground. She intentionally didn't learn any of the kid's names. It made things easier for her; they were letters not children.

"Do you know why those are the two results?"

"No, I don't."

"Because" Her father stood walking towards the framed letter that revoked his medical license. Isabella didn't understand why he framed that of all things. "The experiments changed (Name)'s organs so they longer match any humans. She is a being that is truly unique now."

"Whose (Name)?" Isabella tilted her head to the side.

"Subject Origin, of course. Her name is (Name) Wayne." Isabella tried not to throw up. Wayne. Her mind flashed back to high school, to one of her friends that ended up dropping out to run Wayne Enterprises. It was easier to not know the names of her father's victims, because it made so she didn't know which of her friends was being reflected back to her.

Isabella began to silently pray Tim would never know what her father had done.

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Magnolia Files

File 1: Antisocial

10-24-54 Florence Conference Room, Triton Magnolia Border

Lucille looked at every person in the room with her as a card in an extremely complex game. There were some cards that were basically useless to her for example the senator more interested in his wrist link than the meeting. Then there were cards that would require some work to be useful like said senator intern who looked ready to snap. Lastly there were the cards she wanted in her hand which was currently the general feeding her all sorts of information about the M.E.L.

There was a glowing projection with a map of Aldreen. Triton's broader were outlined in its royal blue national color. Magnolia was to the south outlined in pale yellow. Lumien to the west was outlined in soft purple. All the major cities were projected on the map with tiny light version of their major buildings. Minor countries were noted in some sections with basic white outlines. Lucille glared at the solid mass of Magnolia, "Where's Wisteria?"

"The Wisteria Branch Territory is right here." The general pointed to a strip of land between two mountains. Lucille shook her head, scoffing.

"It should be in white. Wisteria is it's own country, doesn't matter what Magnolia claims." Lucille rolled her eyes leaning back in the chair.

The general blinked at Lucille. A part of her considered shoving his face into the table for the look. She now missed her crew, they all knew better than to look at her like. The older man continued to stare at her like she had just said the sky was green. He took a breath before, "Yes, well Magnolia recongizes people who were born in Wisteria as their citizens. Magnolia will recongize you as one of its own citizens."

"Assuming I still have citizenship." Lucille snorted waving at the map. Her eyes caught on the glowing red dots. Twenty four dots all indicating the same thing, M.E.L laboratories. Lucille pointed to one of the laboratories in Triton territories. "I was stuck here in Dread Lab for nine years and have been fighting it for the last three years."

"We are aware of you're history with Järvinen Lab" The General nodded his head. Lucille opened her mouth to say something but the General continued, "and it's nickname."

Lucille closed her mouth with a slight twitch in her lip. The General straighten his coat, "We can confirm that you still have citizenship in Magnolia."

"Okay? What the hell does that have to do with my war against the M.E.L or that cease and desist?" Lucille stood from the chair. She knew her temper was short but this felt like a new record. The General stepped back from her, moving his body to a defensive position. Lucille felt proud but that was quickly destroyed by the Senator. The man had the nerve to laugh.

He looked up from his wrist link to laugh. The intern caught Lucille's look and began to back up. The senator vaguely at the map, "You seriously call those hapzarded attacks a war?"

There was another round of laughter. Lucille turned her head to the side watching as the senator look to the others in the room. They weren't laughing. Lucille gave him a sickly sweet smile, "What do you call it than, hmm?"

"I don't know a few lucky hits during a phase of teenage rebellion." The man shrugged pulling his wrist link back up. "Honestly the only reason you even stood half a chance was because you have those fancy powers of yours and the lab was weakened because of supply chain issues."

"Sir, respectfully I think you should-" the intern stepped forward pointing to the man's wrist.

He shot her a look, "Shut up Clarissa. I don't pay you for your opinion, I pay you to set my schedule."

Lucille saw the prefect opportunity. She snapped her fingers and the sleeve of her black tee shirt lifted from her skin. The fabric shifted in the light to reveal it was actually ink. The vicious liquid shot through the air to the senator's face. It wrapped around his face, bubbling at his mouth. Lucille smirked at the shaking intern, "Go ahead Clarissa, finish your sentence."

She looked between Lucille and the senator in horror. The general stood frozen at the other end of the room. Lucille flicked her eyes to him, with a sickly sweet smile. She raised one eyebrow, challenge issued. Glancing back at Clarissa, Lucille made a go ahead motion.

"I think you should review the files I sent to you about the Rouges and their actions, Senator." Clarissa clicked a few buttons on her holo tablet before showing the screen to the Senator. Lucille ensured there was not ink in his eye as the intern showed him the information. Her eyes flicked to Lucille before she continued, "They intentionally cause those supply chain issues."

"It's called a blockade. Nifty little trick I learned from a history lesson." Lucille began to study her nails.

The general nodded his head towards the Senator, "You can let him go."

"Why should I?" Lucille looked up towards the Senator. A sick little giggle slipped out from Lucille's lips. He hid it well, but Lucille could see in his eyes and shoulders that the General was stressed. His gaze kept flickering to the Senator as he pawed at his face, muffled yells bouncing off the walls. The teenager shrugged, "He seems fine like that. Better behaved."

"What is wrong with you?" Clarissa glanced between Lucille and the Senator.

Lucille shrugged haphazardly, "If you want to survive, especially in a place like Dread Lab, you have to use fear."

"Or you have Anti-social personality disorder." The general nodded at her. Lucille rolled her eyes.

It wasn't the first time that disorder had been brought up to her. It wasn't the first time it had been applied to her either. Everyone pointed to her cruelty as a sure-fire way to diagnose her. Often, they completely ignored the other symptoms. Not that she could name those symptoms herself, but sure was there were more that didn't apply. In all honesty it annoyed Lucille, who needed a diagnosis when she got results. "Who can say for sure? Was I born this way or made into this? Is it disorder or trauma? Not that it matters to anyone in this room. I doubt you'd bring me here to talk about geography and psychology."

The Senator fell to the table with a loud thump. Clarissa screamed, causing Lucille to roll her eyes. She flicked her wrist and the ink around the man's face shoot back to her arm. It slid back into place with her black t-shirt. She may have dislike him, but she didn't want him dead. That was clearly more trouble than it was worth. The general sighed, "You're right."

He moved towards the map pointing to the Captial of Magnolia, "All M.E.L facilities are considered embassies of Magnolia. We cannot attack, raid, or show any signs of aggression to them without risking a war with Magnolia we are sure to lose."

"What?"

"Yes, and we can't have people attacking it either under the same threat." The general nodded well Lucille's mind swung violently out of control. She began to grind her teeth, feeling her jaw pop with the force. General gave her a little smile, "That's where you come in. Despite our current peace, we have reason to believe Magnolia will start a war soon."

"Spell it out for me General." Lucille hissed leaning over the table. Oh, if they wanted her to join in a war against Magnolia, she'd gladly sign up. Put a little heart on the 'i' in her name, just for the dramatics.

The General took a deep breath, "We need more time to prepare a counter force against them. Due to their connections to the M.E.L most of their army are Mana Wielders. So well, we build up an army here in Triton, you will cause so much chaos in Magnolia they'll reconsider going to war."

"That's it." Lucille laughed. "That will be so easy. Just me a week to get my Rouges and we'll have them crying in a month."

"Unfortunately, the Rouges cannot come with you due to Magnolia's restrictions. They won't be allowed pass the border and if you jumped the border that would cause more issues because those are Triton citizens causing chaos. Magnolia Citizen cause chaos there is no room for them to blame us."

"So, I'm meant cause chaos alone. Great, that will take some work, but I can do it." Lucille stood from the table. The General shook his head no and Lucille groaned, "What are you holding back."

"We have a unit that will go with you." He slid a holo tablet across the table. There were four pictures on the tablet of different young people. Three of them had snow white hair and skin with piercing blue eyes. The last on had fiery red hair and golden eyes. Lucille eyed the general when he started speaking again, "They are all form Järvinen Lab, and all can make claim to have Citizenship in Magnolia. You'll be in charge; your goal is cause just enough of disruption to delay a war."

Lucille smiled sweetly and her most innocent voice said "I'll do one better. I'll cause the whole damn system to collapse."

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Hey so I'm writing a Star Wars fanfic and wanted your guy's opinion. Should I make it a Yandere Story or just a normal x reader story still it's already an AU?

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lyrics from of my favorite songs from TLT "I can't fix you" remind your Experimental Obsession series

"And now we're here at the standstill, i wonder if you feel the kind of pain that puts your insides out. That's something i know all about, shocking, ain't it? Is it because i can't be her? Made your mistakes and made me hurt, i can't fix you."

speaking of insides, how much of Reader's insides are actually, yk, hers? The original ones if you know what i mean XD

Oh god that song had my high-school friend group in a chokehold. Anyway to answer your question reader's skeleton (expect for her ribs), brain, eyes, pretty much everything on her head with the exception of teeth. Technically there is also some muscle mass on her arms and legs that are original but most if it has been heavily regrown at one point or another.

While yes she has had broken bones, they've never been removed or regrown heavily so I'm not counting them. Other than that everything has been regrow, she has almost no original organs.

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Experimental Obsession

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Barbara watched through the security cameras as (Name) walked around the mall with Jason. Her mind would flash back randomly to when the girl was barely a year old. Back to when she could walk and dance. Dick would hold her in his lap while Barbara practiced. Each move was done to rounds of giggles and claps from the chubby little toddler.

Than it changed. Barbara couldn't dance anymore and Jason was suddenly gone. (Name) kept asking questions that no one could answer. Suddenly it became all to easy for Barbara to drown herself in work. "Where are the culprits? What's the status on the blood analysis? Are the suspects still in the building? Why did they commit this crime?" All easier to answer than "Where is Jay? What happen to your legs? Are you okay? Why is everyone so sad?"

Now watching (Name), Barbara felt frustrated at how hard the questions had become to answer. How in a family of paranoid individuals all obsessed with control did one member disappear for two years? Not just any member but the most vulnerable one. Barbara rubbed at her eyebrows before looking back at the cameras. Jason had left her with Roy, who had put a number in her new phone.

A phone. Barbara swallowed, fingers itching at the keys. They had used Bruce's card to purchase the phone. Putting it on Jason's plan, Barbara could find the number and remotely hack in. "It would just be one little tracker. Just in case."

She took a deep breath but paused. Everyone always got mad at Bruce when he invaded their privacy by doing these things. Could she really do that to (Name)? Barbara looked back at the camera footage to see Roy lead the girl into a store. "Do it Barbara."

Barbara spun around to see Bruce behind her. His arms were crossed watching the footage just like she was. Barbara placed a hand to her chest taking deep breaths, "You scared me." She looked back to the computer clicking on to the next video feed, "Are you sure we should do that? Don't growing teens need their privacy?"

"What if her kidnappers come back for her?" Bruce countered, "We've gotten lucky so far that nothing has happened."

"The evidence Jason found suggests they might not return for her." Barbara shrugged. Even she could admit she wasn't very convincing. The argument was too weak. Bruce leveled her with a serious look. Barbara sighed, "It's only for emergencies."

"Of course." Bruce nodded watching as Roy handed (Name) a box of hair. He blinked looking to Barbara, "What are they doing?"

"Shopping, apparently. With your credit card." Barbara sighed, "on the opposite side of town from where Jason told Dick."

"Get ready to go. We'll meet them down there." Bruce turned to leave the Belfry. Barbara looked back to the computer. (Name) was moving through the store with Roy walking close behind. Kori came into the frame holding a collar for the new cat. The two girls laughed petting the kitten while Roy went and paid for the hair dye.

She looked so normal and happy. Barbara found herself smiling as she watched the screen. She could still see that bright toddler who was amazed at her dancing again. However, the incident at the breakfast table flashed briefly. The fear in her eyes mixing with betrayal.

"Just one little bug on her phone to alert me...... us if something is wrong."

Ra's was in leagues headquarters, planning the training course that his new student would use. (Name) has natural talent that needed to be refined. His daughter had been right on that. However, getting the girl to join the league, especially with who her father was, would be a challenge. Thinking back to his encounter he paused.

She had been so much more like her in person than just through the camera. If felt like he was looking at her age for the first time in over 500 years. The best part of all, was that she had look at him like she knew him. She was clearly confused by that knowing but had known all the same.

"Father, I have made the necessary preparations." Ra's nodded at Talia's words. They had prepared a room for the girl, fully ready to bring her to join the league. Though her paused in that line of thinking. Assuming everything they had learned so far was true, the girl would not react well to another 'kidnapping'. It was also just bring the bats in fully enraged.

"Those won't be necessary for a while."

"What about our plans?" Talia looked at Ra's with disbelief. Her mind was running through a hundred different scenarios. Her cold calculating gaze give credit.

Ra's looked back to the training plan, "Would it not be better to have her come to the league willingly? She would be less likely to run and would return to us if the Wayne's steal her away."

"Slow and steady to win the race." It clicked in her head with a wicked smirk. Ra's mirrored her expression merely tilting his head to Talia. His daughter nodded to him, "I'll adjust my plans. Focus on making her trust us."

"You also have to turn her against the Waynes." Ra's made a nod in her training plans. "Make it so she can't trust them."

"Oh, that will be easy." Talia nodded, turning to leave the room. "We'll have our new heir to the league soon."

You and the Outlaws entered Jason's apartment. Laughter filling the air as everyone walked in. Churro was in the pet carrier, napping. Every time you looked at the carrier you smiled wider. Was getting a cat a smart decision in your plan for revenge? No, but you could leave the little guy there. The kitten had been abandoned just like you, with no willing to save them.

Two abandoned creatures finding one another. It made you smile once more as you eyed the carrier. You were pulled out of your reverie by Jason groaning, "What are you guys doing here?"

Looking from the cat carrier you joined Jason in groaning. The entire family stan you and Jason were crowd in the living room. Bruce sat in Jason old recliner, legs crossed, looking like the perfect image of a billionaire. Dick was sitting on Jason's couch with Damian and Tim next to him. He had an arm over the back of the couch, yet his chill posture was betrayed by his sharp judging eyes.

Tim was focused on his phone, reading something but he looked up to nod at you. Damian was intensely focused on you. His gaze was sharp and assessing as he began studying you. Cass, Steph, and Duke were sitting on the floor around the coffee table. There was half finished round of go fish. Duke gave you a bright smile but there was something off about it. Cass was looking at the carrier with piqued interest. Steph was looking at you like it was the first she had every truly seen you. It was her gaze that was the most unsettling.

Barbara was sitting in her wheelchair with her laptop in her lap. The charging cord for said laptop was plugged into the outlet not too far away. She was typing furiously, eyebrows scrunched up as she focused on something. Her expression was a mix of anger, disbelief, and confusion.

"Glad to see you too." Bruce answered half sarcastically. "How was red lobster?"

Jason shrugged, "Nothing looked appetizing. We ended up meeting the Outlaws at Burrito Bucket."

"Really?" Dick said a bit too causally, "and you didn't tell us this because?"

You rolled your eyes at the family's questions. Turning back to the cat carrier you opened the door and gently lifted Churro out into your arms. Everyone paused at the sight of the animal. Damian stood from the couch and began to walk towards the cat. He kneeled down next to you looking at the cat with wide eyes, "Whose cat is this?"

"Mine." You began to gently scratch under Churro's chin. Damian reached out and began to stroke Churro's head. The kitten mewled as they slowly woke up.

Bruce gave Jason a flat look, "I said no more animals."

"To Damian. You never said anything to (Name)." Jason smirked slightly. He gave Bruce a defiant look as you press a hand to your mouth to keep from laughing.

Your biological father gave Jason a weird look before looking at the Outlaws, "Can you guys give us a minute? This is a family matter."

The Outlaw looked between each other before awkwardly shuffling out. Barbara finally looked up from her laptop. Her face morphed into one of pity as she caught sight of you. She looked down at the laptop before glancing around the room, "I decode the hard drive Jason found in the facility."

"What facility?" The air in the room began to feel heavy. Your stomach began to bubble making you feel sick, worsen by the tighten in your throat.

Duke stepped forward, gently taking your hand. Jason sat down behind you. It made you feel trapped in place. Duke took a deep breath, but Jason beat him to it, "We found where you were held for the last two years and recovered a hard drive alongside some paperwork."

The world dropped out from under you.

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Magnolia Files

File 1: Pre-operation Report

10-13-54 Triton Republic, Heartflown Forest

Lucille stared at the notice being displayed on her wrist link. Her teeth clenched together as she reread the words scrolling on the holographic display projecting down her arm. There was a twitch in her lip. A gentle nudge on her shoulder reminded her of her surroundings. Turning to look at her motley crew, her second in command Diana gestured to the notice. "Well, what is it?"

"A cease and desist from the Triton Republic's Central Government." Lucille read the words on last time before flicking her wrist towards Diana's. The dark hair girl held her wrist up and tapped twice on the pale blue metal device. The holographic display lit up above her wrist. In bright red letters were the words 'Cease and Desist.' Diana's face morphed slowly from confused to angry as she read. Lucille popped her jaw, feeling the bone grind together. Finally, Diana spoke once more, anger coursing through every fiber of her being. "What the actual fuck! They want us to leave the M.E.L alone. Don't they know those people are doing?"

Lucille shook her head, "They want to meet me at the Magnolian Border to discuss an opportunity."

"Fuck that!" Diana shouted. Some birds that were in the trees spooked, squawking as they flew away.

Leveling a stern glare at the girl, Lucille watched as Diana shrinked away from her. Curling her fingers, Lucille could feel the cold slid of ink as it swirled around her hand. Raising her fingers, Lucille sent a mental command to the ink. It took the shape of star floating above her fingertip, "I'm going to go."

Diana blinked, "Why."

"Call it a hunch but I know there's more than they're telling us going on." Lucille studied the pitch-black star. The scar on her chest burned with the use of her powers. It was a psychological reaction, but it caused Lucille's lip to curl. "While I'm gone, you're in charge of Rouges. Make sure you cause some trouble."

End of Report

File Two: Pre-operation Report

5-13-56 The Kingdom of Magnolia, M.E.L Nylund Lab

Novaya had decided that she hated almost every other child currently in the same room as her. Excitement buzzed in the air as they were all made to sit in cheap metal chairs in the Lab's Cafeteria. A project had been lowered down from the ceiling and currently displayed a holographic version of Magnolia's royal seal. Almost everyone was whispering about the exciting opportunity and how they couldn't believe they were selected. They were all excited to join the Magnolian Army as Mana Warriors.

As the kid next to her elbowed Novaya again blathering on about how he hopes he gets a cool mana implement like fire or lightning, Novaya considered screaming. Today was supposed to be her mother's funeral. No one would be there to mourn or gather the ashes. A consequence of the woman being so far away from home when the plague had taken her. No today was not for celebrating a 'grand opportunity to serve her great nation.' It was supposed to be a day of tears and prayers for the woman that had loved her.

Novaya sighed and turned pointedly away from her rambunctious neighbor. The girl sitting next to her was noticeably quieter and still. Her eyes were glued to the projection in front of her. The expression on her face would have been blank if not for her eyes being cloudy with rage. There was one other noticeable thing about the girl, her lime green hair. While the trait would be considered normal in the Lumien Federation, it was odd to see in Magnolia.

Novaya grunted as the boy behind her shoved her hard in the back. She was launched forward into the green hair girl. Turning back Novaya snapped at the boy, "Hey watch it. I'm sorry about that."

The only response Novaya got was a twitch in the girl lip. Her eyes flicked to one of the guards in the room. Novaya pulled back from the girl just as she spoke without moving her lips, "Don't get me in trouble."

Novaya looked over at the guard than back to the stage. The projection flickered causing her to look up. Hanging from the project was holo-projector was girl. She had long blonde hair and wore a suit of swirling black patterns that seem to move of their own accord. Novaya couldn't help but notice that her fingernails were black when she placed her finger to her lips.

End of Report

File Three: Pre-Operation Report

6-23-69 The Kingdom of Magnolia, M.E.L Nylund Lab

Cynthia had to stop herself from fidgeting as her unit waited for the results of their final test. Their deployment had already been delayed once; they could not be delayed again. If that were to occur, they would be dismissed not just from the Night Hawks Unit by the Royal Army of Magnolia as a whole. She ran her tongue over her teeth again to give herself something to focus on.

“Night Hawk Unit 13.” The voice filtered into the room with a hint static. All four girls in the room stiffened. Novaya, their squad commander, called them to attention. “Thank you, Ignatov. Your results are in.”

Cynthia felt her heart rate pick up. The scientist who doubled as their trainer began to read the results of their last test. “Fortier, you passed your Sniper Unit Qualification and Night Hawk Qualification test. Ignatov, you passed your Leadership Qualification, your Mechanical Engineering Qualification, and your Night Hawk Qualification test. Laporte, you passed your Combat Soldier Qualification and your Night Hawk Qualification test.”

Cynthia bit down on her tongue to stop the pounding of her heart. The voice continued without a care for her internal conflict, “Lawrence, you passed your Infiltration Unit Qualification, your Information Retrieval Qualification-” She took a deep breath waiting for the results of her third test. The one test that would determine her fate and prove that all her efforts were not a waste, “- and your Night Hawk Qualification test. You will be given your markings tomorrow at seven hundred hours after your morning meal. Dismissed.”

All the girls turned at the same time and marched out of the room. Cynthia could practically feel the tense in her shoulders disappear. She had done it; Cynthia had officially become a Night Hawk.

Returning to their shared quarters, all the girls let out a collective cheer. All of them wrapped their arms around each other. Claire's hair started to glow as she jumped up and down in the hug. Cynthia barely had time to cover her eyes before Claire’s energy burst out of her in a flare of light.

Novaya rubbed at her eyes laughing, “Alright, let’s rein it in a bit.”

Samantha moved towards her bunk. Claire continued to hop around the room, while Novaya moved towards the side of the room. Cynthia joined Samantha by the bunks. “We actually passed our qualification tests.”

Samantha let out a slight laugh, “Yeah, we did. Guess those extra months did us some good. Good call on delaying us Novaya.” Novaya froze for half a second. She resumed prying a wall panel out of place. Inside was a mini cooler full of energy drinks. Claire trotted over to help distribute the drinks within. Samantha and Cynthia shared a knowing look before taking their drink. Samantha popped open the can, sarcastically she drawled, “You know Squad Commander Ignatov you should really be setting a good example.”

“Kiss my ass, Fortier. The scientists drink these all the time it’s only fair we have a few. I wouldn’t be shocked if their only reason for banning these from cadets was so they could have more for themselves.” Novaya rolled her eyes. She banged the piece of wall metal back into place with a sharp slam of her fist. Taking her can from Claire, she raised it in the air. “I raise a toast, to our future deployment as Night Hawks.”

They all raised their cans in salute. Cheering bouncing around the tiny room. Cynthia looked towards the door imagining what her first mission would be like beyond the metal walls.

End of Report

Warning: Irregularity Founded.

The woman in the dragon mask paced impatiently on the stone roof top. Across the road was Nylund Lab, its florescent security lights irritating her peripheral vision. A guttural growl left the woman. Another person on the roof let out a deep chuckle, readjusting his mask. He was leaning against a wall for the rooftop entrance, “Patience running thin already?”

“Shut up. This is the closest we’ve been to her in the past twelve years and Marionette is taking forever to get out here.” The woman in the dragon mask looked towards the two people on the roof with her. All three of them were wearing hoods and masks. Her eyes darted to the silent woman in a constellation mask. The woman smiled in a sickly-sweet way and pointed behind them towards the lab. There was a thud and hiss as someone landed on the roof.

“Marionette” The man crooned, making a gesture across the rooftop. “How lovely of you to join us. How have the last three months been?”

The voice that spoke was mechanical, design to be neutral in every aspect, “The Night Hawks will be sent to their new headquarters tomorrow, I will send the coordinates as agreed. Have your plans readied, we can’t delay any longer Inkwell.”

“Of course. Your broadcast will be made in two days. We were careful to avoid our past mistakes so there should be no way to trace us.” Inkwell nodded to Marionette pushing off the wall he was leaning against.

Marionette turned to leave but was stopped by a hand on her shoulder, “Wait.” The woman in the dragon mask spun Marionette, “How is she? Did she pass?”

“If you’re asking about your sister, she did pass and is a Night Hawk. You can see for yourself after I send the coordinates Knight.” Marionette gave Knight’s hand a gentle squeeze before leaving the rooftop.

Knight heard a small clap from their silent companion followed by Inkwell sighing, “Stardust is right. We need to head out; we’ll worry about Erika later Knight.” Knight turned away from Nylund Lab.

End of Irregularity

File Four: Pre-operation Report

2-3-71 Florence Conference Room, Triton Magnolia Border

Samantha hated standing at attention for this long. Novaya and Phin were still discussing with the Triton Republic's officials. Different words flew around the conference room. Mercenaries, Operations, Laboratories, Diplomatic status. Half of what was being discussed went right over Sam's head. It wasn't until Sam heard one of the delegates ask who would be leading the Magnolian operatives that she perked up.

"This is Commander Samantha Fortier." Novaya gestured behind her. Samantha stepped forward with her shoulders back and her head held high. "She is a skilled sniper and tactician. If anyone can help you get the M.E.L out of Triton and Lumien, it's her."

Sam looked each of the delegates in the eye. They were all inspecting her, stripping her down to the qualities Novaya had listed. It left Sam with a bad taste in her mouth. One of the representatives from Lumien nodded, "Of course. I am assuming she fought alongside you two in Magnolia's recent Civil War."

"I fired the first shot." Sam couldn't catch herself in time to stop the words from leaving her mouth. All of the delegates at the table froze. Recalculation shone in their eyes as they took Sam in again. The turning feeling in her gut came back. For a second it wasn't the delegates looking at her, but scientists in a different room many years before.

Phin interjected, "As you just heard. Commander Fortier was among the first of our army to fight the M.E.L and has taken an oath to help shut it down permanently. We can all agree that the M.E.L has cause all of us more hardship than any other criminal organization in Aldreen's history. There is no other government out there that is anywhere near as equipped as Magnolia to help to take them down. All we ask is that you allow a small elite group into your borders to help subdue the Labotories. Once that is done, we will hand over all we have found to your government officials for you to carry out justice as you see fit."

"And you will leave our borders once that is done?" A Triton Delegate asked. He was eyeing all three of them like they were caged animals.

"Of course." Novaya nodded demurely. Some of delegates exchanged looks. Something passed between them that Sam couldn't pick up. Whatever it was though Novaya had caught on to it, "So do we have deal?"

"Yes, we do. You may have one group of soldiers, no more than ten, enter our countries to aid in the capture of M.E.L Head Scientist Maria Veran and the disbandment of organization. We will send the papers once it has been finalized by our congress."

"It was a pleasure to work with you. Let me know if there are any changes you need made to our agreement." Phin stood from his chair. The swirling designs on his tailcoat shifting in the changing light. That or he was as antsy to getting out of the room as Sam was. Novaya stood as well giving the delegates one last nod before all three left the room.

End of File

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i made this with Picrew because my ahh can't draw so uh yeah. Have my Batsib design before the kidnapping™

And then after:

My Baby is so traumatized

AAAAAAAAAHHHH. SHE'S SO CUTE! Also I don't care if you use picrew because I also cannot draw. As long as you are expressing yourself!

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Can I show you my Batsib design?

Yes, please. Never hesitate to share designs or art. I grantee they are awesome.

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hello

Has Tim lost his spleen in your AU? Theoretically, could reader donate one for him?

Okay so now that I'm done dying of laughter, let me answer this question.

Yes Tim has lost his spleen. Theoretically yes, Reader could donate her spleen to Tim when she becomes an adult. However there would be unintended consequences (for spoiler reason i can't say exactly what those are). Which by the time she becomes an adult they will have figured out.

This also feels like a good time for me to list everyone's ages in this AU:

Reader and Damian: 10

Duke: 17

Tim and Steph: 20

Cass: 21

Jason: 24

Barbara: 27

Dick: 28

Bruce: 41

Alfred: 65

These are not canon ages and should not be treated as such.

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Announcement

Okay so my Yandere series I am making two changes. One I am coming up with an actual name for the series not just yandere Batfam x Neglected Reader x Yandere Al Ghuls. The poll at the bottom is the names I have so far in the beta. You guys can vote and help me decide.

Secondly, I am temporarily closing the taglist. See this is because I sat on the post for a little longer than I wanted not wanting to type out my taglist. I am hoping I can copy and paste it but on the off chance that doesn't work limiting it will help me.

Thank you guys for reading you are all amazing and I appreciate every comment, like, and repost!

Renaming YBNRYAG. Ideas?

Experimental Obsession

The Darkest Parts

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Voting ended onFeb 8, 2025

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Experimental Obsession

Pt 9

Author's note: Hey guys! I promise I have not disappeared my school semester is just kicking up and I'm focusing on that. Anyway I started up a Ko-Fi so you want to you can leave a tip. Link is my bio. As always thank you for reading my work and all the engagement. Writing this has been oddly therapeutic so I'm glad that someone is enjoying it.

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The Library was once again quiet as you walked in. One of the librarian nodded to you as you strolled by. Quietly opening your bag, you returned some of the books you got the other day. A part of you still felt buzzy and hollow. The strange tickling feel lingered in your chest like a bad habit. A part of you felt like that feeling was going be there forever and you hated that. You were saved from it when you caught sight of your investigation notebook inside your bag the feeling changed.

The tingling shifted into a burning rage that smoldered in the pit of your being. Filling the hollow space inside of you with venomous smoke. It killed the small pieces of hope that said your 'family' was telling the truth, that they didn't know. The smoke took the hollowness away. You loved the rage for that, embracing it like life-line.

Turning to the study areas in the back you moved to the one you used yesterday. Talia wasn't there yet. In the isolated part of the library, you began to update your journal.

First you scraped your orginial list. Things were changing, you couldn't punish the whole family. No it wouldn't be fair to those who were involved. Plus you knew you needed to hone your intentions from experience. Even though you could have gone after all the scientists and guards during your escape, you focused on the exit instead to ensure you got out. It had more you more efficient. That's what you needed here.

Obviously there was Bruce simply because he had to have approved the whole thing. You wrote Bruce Wayne at the top left of the page. Under his name you wrote the evidence you did have, the financial records. You thought back on the past days than wrote down, "Past injuries to Robins/Allies=Motive?"

On the right side of the paper you wrote Richard Grayson. Under his name you wrote attempted to get information, admitted to knowing boarding school was a lie, was one of four to know 'real' boarding school location. Thinking a bit you decided to add "potential motive= over protective of allies/ Jason's death?"

Halfway down the page under Bruce's name you wrote Alfred Pennyworth. Beneath it you wrote pretty much the same thing as Dick; knew about the boarding school and was one of four to know real location. Afterwards you wrote "painfully loyal to Bruce. Would have information on what happened? Motive=Unclear."

On right side of the page and on the same lines as Alfred you wrote, Cassandra Cain/Wayne. Under her name you wrote "Choose the 'boarding school'. May have read investigation journal. Spied on me two years before kidnapping." For motive you simple drew a question mark. You honestly had no clue why she would have chosen to help Bruce with the experiments.

You considered adding Barbara but stopped yourself. Yes this morning had been a lot but the signs on her were mixed. If she was acting the part much like Dick was than she was just as dangerous to interact with. Yet if she wasn't and genuinely wanted to help than maybe she would be a good source of information. She might be a good source either way. You'd leave her off the list for now.

Turning the page you had just barely written out Edward Davis and Clint Owen when someone cleared their throat. Closing the notebook, you saw Talia standing at the entrance of the study area. Giving her your best easy going smile you greeted her, "Hello Ms.Talia"

"Hello dear. How are you doing today?" She set her bag down on the table. It let out a soft thud when she set it down. You guess she had learning tools in it. That or books, it was a library after all.

You nodded to her and began to pull out different notebook. Tucking your investigation notes away for bow. She watched the exchange with a raised eyebrow. Her mouth quirked to the side and she tilted her head towards your bag. A nervous laugh left your mouth, "Yeah, I'm doing okay. Sorry this one's my diary, don't think I should mix personal problems with Arabic notes."

"Oh, I'm glad you journal. It's good for development." She gave you that mother's smile she had. Something in you preened at the look but it was under cut by your own sarcastic thoughts. 'Would she be proud if she knew what it was really for?'

She gestured behind her to someone hidden just out of sight from the little alcove. "I have someone I want you to meet."

A man stepped into view. He was slightly taller than Jason but not by much. His hair appeared to be well groomed, almost like it was permanently styled. Parts of his hair were white, not in the salt and pepper white of aging but in a way that felt intentional. His features were stoic and calm. Something about him reminded you of half your family. Maybe it was sure footing or the steady stance but you knew he was trained to fight.

Yet that wasn't what stopped your brain. He was familiar. Not in the I've seen him on the street before way but in a deeper, I've known you in the past way. It felt like something in you cracked it's eyes open. That hidden part of you whispered to watch, to learn, to leave. Need this new thing in you be quiet you spoke quickly, "I'm sorry but have we met before?"

Talia blinked looking at the man. He also gave a slight look of surprise that disappeared quickly. Whatever their reactions were it was enough to get that part of you to quiet down. Tension left your body as you watched how the man would respond. There was an edge to his smile that told you he was impressed, "I don't believe we have. My name is Ra's Al Ghul, I am Talia's father."

"I'm (Fake Name). Are you one of the material art teachers Ms.Talia mentioned?" You held your hand out to him. If he was slightly impressed before he was completely impressed now.

Shaking your hand he asked, "How could you tell?"

You thought for a minute before answering, "The way you stand. Everyone I know who has had extensive training of some kind stands a certain way. Almost like they can't help but do it automatically."

That seemed to be the right answer. Both him and Talia shared a look. Ra's gave a subtle nod that made Talia's smirk grow the smallest but. She lifted an eyebrow as if to say 'watch' before clapping her hands once.

"Well than, after your lessons today my father will show you some of the basics." Talia offered, pulling things out of her bag. You looked at the items intrigued, it seemed to be learning aid for a different alphabet. An eager smile crossed your lips as you readied your notebook.

Jason leaned against his motorcycle holding a kid sized helmet. A cigarette hung out of his lips as he waited, watching the library doors like a hawk. Roy was nearby on his own bike. Neither one of them spoke.

Finally (Name) came out from the library. She was clutching her backpack looking around the space. When her eyes caught on him, she got a confused look. Jason put out his cigarette, gesturing for her to come over. "Hey kiddo."

"What are you doing here?" She walked up to him. Her body was angled away from him. A habit she seemed to have picked up with everyone.

Jason shrugged, "Tim told me to pick you up. Didn't he text you or something?"

Her face slackened before she bluntly stated, "I don't have a phone."

"Shit, did that get stolen too?" Jason rolled his eyes. Of course her kidnappers would take her phone, that was kidnapping 101. Maybe they could track it down to try find some evidence.

She gave he an absurd look, "No. I've never had a phone."

"The fuck..." Jason rubbed his eyes. Bruce was going to send you to a foreign country without a phone. No fucking wondered she got kidnapped. He tossed her the helmet, "Okay, we're fixing that. Put the helmet on let's go."

"And where are we going to?" She caught the helmet but didn’t put it on. In fact she gave it a strange look before turning her gaze back to him. Her look told him she didn't trust him. That wasn't good, he needed her to trust him.

Before he could answer, Roy spoke up. Jason couldn't tell he wanted to punch Roy or thank him for what left his mouth, "We're gonna go get lunch than see if we can max out your Dad's credit card."

"Sorry what?"

"Yeah, take you phone shopping than grab whatever else you need. Or want honestly." Roy snubbed out his own cigarette before lazily stretching. (Name) looked at the helmet for second before looking back to Jason and Roy. Jason could see consideration in her eyes.

"Can I get one those fake nose piercing things with the magnet to give Bruce a heart attack?" She gave them a sweet guilty smile and batted her eyelashes. Jason snorted, trying not laugh. Roy didn't care and double over laughing.

Of course her first thought was how to piss off Bruce with this. There was a surge pride in his chest. She gave him a hald assed shrug. Jason gave in to the laughter, "Fuck. You are my sister!"

"Hell yeah, let's go!" Roy pulled himself together enough to get on his bike. Jason gestured for her to put on the helmet and hop on. He secured her in the seat behind where he would sit before hopping on himself. After giving her a quick safety brief, they were flying down the highway.

The rest of the Outlaws were waiting for them at a Burrito Buck down by Jason's apartment. He lived relatively close to Crime Alley so if her goal was give Bruce a heart attack he was helping already. Everyone was passing around greasy Mexican food when him, Roy and (Name) pulled in. Jason could feel his phone going crazy in his jacket pocket. Handing his sister over to Roy he pulled out his phone to see what was going on.

4 missed calls from B

7 missed calls from Dick🖕

2 missed calls from Cyber Stalker

8 missed calls from Human Flashlight

3 missed calls from Murder Germlin

4 missed calls from Purple Chick

1 text unread message from Tim.

Jason sighed running his hands through his hair. What the fuck could have happened for them to be calling this much. Just when he was about to call one of them back he saw the preview of Tim's text. "She doesn't want to see Bruce" the rest of the message was faded out. Jason went to click the notification when his phone started ringing again.

"Great..." Jason rolled his eyes. His phone blaring a custom ringtone warning that his brother was calling. Pressing answer he launched right into it, "What do you want, Dick?"

"Where are you? You were supposed to be back by now? Is (Name) with you?" Dick panicked voice came out of the phone. Jason almost rolled his eyes again. This is what got them all panicking. Did they seriously not trust him with her?

"Yeah, (Name) with me. She said she was hungry so we stopped to get food." Jason shrugged moving towards the restaurant's window. He could see Roy leading his sister to the table. Kori immediately got up to hug her but was pulled back by Artemis.

"Dude, we were going to take her to get lunch before doing a family day." Dick half whined in his ear.

Jason paused. He racked his memory for when someone mentioned a family day but couldn’t come up with anything really. "Hold up. When did you guys decide to do a family day?"

"This morning at breakfast. Steph pointed out that (Name) and Duke have never been apart of a family day. So we decided to have one." Dick said it like it was the most obvious thing ever.

Jason popped his jaw to relieve the tension that shot through his body. He had a sneaking suspicion that he wasn't the one picking her up he wouldn't have been invited. Rolling his neck he sarcastically drawled out, "Okay. So when were you going invite me?"

There was a heavy pause. Dick said the words like he handling a bomb, "when you got here with (Name)?"

"Alright." Jason smirked to himself. If they wanted (Name) they have to find her. He knew his phone location was scrambled, a habit he picked up somewhere. "We're at the Red Lobster in the Heights. Haven't placed our order yet so if you wanna join in be my guest."

"The Heights? Dude what are you doing over there?" Dick asked. Jason didn't have to hide his mischievous smirk. The family would lose their shit on him for this but he didn't care.

"Didn't the one by the manor close down. Beside this one has the best cheddar biscuits."

"Just stay there we'll be there in 10 minutes." Dick said before hanging up. Jason nodded his head and clicked his tongue. He was going to have so much fun today. Turning his phone off, he went inside the Burrito Bucket.

His sister was sitting next to Roy listen to him tell a story. She had a taco in hand nodding along to what he was saying, sour cream stuck in the corner of her mouth. She giggled as Roy finished his story, "Yeah so after leaving me in a Denny's Bathroom for 30 minutes without pants, the dude had the audacity to sit there showing me photos."

"What story did you just tell her?" Jason squeezed into the booth with the rest of the Outlaws. One look around the table told he really didn't want to know. Everyone at the table had a shit eating grin. His sister let out a devious little giggle. He started to hope it wasn't an inappropriate one.

"You left him in a Denny's without pants to go and watch my 2nd grade science competition?" She sounded half shocked and half amused.

Jason groaned face palming. Oh course it was that story. Roy would never let him live it down, "Please tell me you didn't tell her why you were pantless in a Denny's Bathroom."

The Outlaws started to laugh. It was Artemis that responded to (Name)'s question, "He's done shit like that to all of us. He had Bizarro fly him back to Gotham leaving me somewhere in the Amazon Rainforest for a Christmas recital."

Bizarro nodded with a huge smile, "He did not."

"Yeah, and than he'll sit there showing us pictures of the event he ditched us for." Roy laughed before taking a bite of his burrito. Jason was hiding his face behind his hand. Sometimes he forgot that the Outlaws loved to embarrass him.

(Name) turned to him. Her expression was a mix of confused and happy. His heart dropped at she said, "I thought you didn't show up to any of those cause you hated me."

Jason blinked looking at her. He had shown up but stayed hidden from her. He was dangerous to be around, he knew that much. Yet he couldn't stop himself from wanting to be there. He sighed pulling her into a side hug. She tensed but let him, "B depends on the day of the week honestly, but you never."

She looked up at him with bright eyes, the small amount of sour cream still stuck to the corner of her mouth. He grabbed a napkin and wiped it away.

Maybe it was parental instinct, that made Roy keep an eye on the girl. She was close in age to Lian. Whatever it was he was glad he did. (Name) showed startling signs of PTSD. From the hypervigilance to disassociation to increase anxiety, shame, sadness and aggression. It was made worse knowing the family she was in. The Wayne's would support her but it was unlikely she'd get the professional help she desperately needed.

They had gone to a mall with a phone store to get her set up. Kori and Jason's Sister were up ahead of them talking. Suddenly there was a squeal of excitement from the little one and she bolted ahead. Kori shrugged, "She saw something she likes."

With that Kori ran ahead to keep an eye on her. Roy stopped Jason before he jog to catch up to the girls. The vigilante seemed confused when Roy stopped him. Taking a deep breath Roy began, "You need to get your sister help."

"What?" Jason gave Roy a weird look. The two look at each for a moment. Roy took a deep breath, not a great way to start this conversation. Still he pushed forward.

"You and your family have a bad habit of just toughing through your mental health issues." Roy placed a hand on Jason's shoulder. He continued on, "Yes, you all support each other but when it comes to the more serious stuff all of you tend to just destroy yourselves. She doesn't deserve that. If you get her actual therapy and help than she has a chance of being normal. Or at least not implode on herself."

"Dude she'll be fine. I'm gonna keep her safe from now on." Jason shoved Roy away from him. Roy watched as Jason walked towards her with a sinking feeling. This didn't feel right. If (Name) didn't get the help she deserved, he could only imagine the path she'd end up going down.

They found her and Kori at the pound's adoption in the mall set up. The two girls were currently playing with a small cat. The paper displayed said the kitten was a russet dark ginger cat named Churro. (Name) looked up at them with wide begging eyes, "Can we keep him?"

"B told Damian no more animals." Jason sighed shaking his head. The little girl's face dropped slight before morphing into a pleading smile. Roy looked over to Jason who had a contemplating look.

"He told Damian no more animals. He has literally never said anything to me." She spoke in an pleading tone, pulling Churro closer to her. It was adorable to watch but the last sentence caught Roy's attention. He couldn't explain what it was about it, the tone or the wording. That hurt seemed to be coming back with a slight rage.

"I don't know. I don't think it's safe to drive with a cat and a kid on the back of a motorcycle." Jason scratched his head. She looked down at Churro in despair. The kitten mewled before nuzzling into her arms. She gave it a little kiss to the forehead, giggling when the cat began to paw at her hair.

"I can watch her well you go get the car from your apartment." Roy offered to Jason. He could tell she was emotional attached to the kitten. Maybe it would help her when her world felt like too much. Similar to how he use to hold Lian when his world was too much.

Jason sighed before rolling his eyes. "Okay fine let me fill out the paperwork real quick."

Once Jason was gone to get the car, Roy sat next to the girl. She was petting Churro who was curled up in her lap. Kori was currently talking with the adoption lady about the different cats. Roy nudged her once, "Hey kiddo. Can I see your phone?"

She stopped petting Churro to consider him cautiously. Roy gave her a reassuring smile feeling his chest tighten. Finally she handed him her phone. He put his secondary number Jason didn't know about in her contacts as 'Uncle Will.' He than add his main number to her contacts under his real name.

"There. Now you can call me anytime you need something from this number." He pointed at his contact with his thumb showing her the screen. He than showed her the Uncle Will contact, "This one you can call if you are ever in a situation where you need a pick up no questions ask. All you have to do is press Call and say hey Uncle Will I got your message. The only thing I'll is where are you and are you safe, okay?"

"Why are you giving me this?" She took her phone back looking at the new contacts. Due to it being a new phone those contacts and Jason's were the only ones there. She had insisted on not getting any of her other family members numbers.

"I've made a lot of mistakes around your age." Roy rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly. Saying it felt like a understatement, he had taken part in massive fuck ups. Looking at (Name) reminded him that angry kid though, "I like to imagine if I had someone I though would pick me up no questions asked, I wouldn't have made at least a quarter of them. So if I can get you out of at least one dangerous situation, I'll consider it a win."

"Okay, but why give this to me?" She gestured towards herself with the phone.

Roy thought for a minute. He wasn't certain what was making him reach out to her. Maybe it was guilt for his past mistake or the little kid he use to be reflecting in the girl. Whatever it was may this necessary. So he decided to give her what he had wanted, "Because something tells you just want someone in your corner that cares regardless of what happens."

She blinked her face turning into a sad form of shock. Looking at the phone, she smiled. Roy considered reaching out to hug her. Yet before he could her face fell into a resigned melancholia. "Thanks, I guess."

"Come on, I have a great idea for giving Bruce a heart attack." He stood from the bench gesturing to a beauty store nearby, "I think that store has a hair dye called Arsenal Red."

That got her to smile. Roy sighed to himself slightly, hoping everything would turn out okay.

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[limarkova]

Do you guys ever have moments where you have to reread your writing to make sure you don't accidentally contradict yourself? Cause I keep having to do that like a lot. Fun times right?

[limarkova]

Hey!

I've been wanting to draw (Name) for days, but I'm still learning anatomy and so on...

So sorry if it's horrible or weird 🙁

Since I didn't know anything about what (Name) looks like, and she doesn't act like a 10 year old to me, I made some headcanons, like her always wearing the necklace that Duke made, and wearing dresses because that's what's available for her age (I also added a cat clip because of my hyperfocus on cats).

(sorry if there are any mistakes in English..., English is not my first language, so I'm using Google translator)

OMG, this is so cute! Thank you so much for sharing with me. I love the art and greatly appreciate you sharing with me. The cat clip is an adorable little detail!

[limarkova]

Hey if I started to post original stories, would you guys be willing to read them.

Original Stories?

Yes, I would read them

Maybe, If I know what it's about

No, I'm not interested

Voting ended onFeb 3, 2025

[limarkova]

Okay so well I was writing part 8 of the Yandere Batfam x Neglected Reader x Yandere Al Ghuls I got to 250 followers!

Yippee! You guys rock I love you so much. To thank you I am going to share some of the unhinge ideas I had, while writing or going about my day.

Idea 1:

(Name) walks into Wayne Manor after a training session where she gets injured and has a massive bleeding head wound that is slowly healing.

Tim sees it: What the fuck happened?

Rest of the batfam does surprised Pikachu faces.

Reader: Do you have an ibuprofen? I have a headache.

Idea 2:

Batfam finds out about Ra's Al Ghul training reader and locks her in the manor.

Reader: Hey watch this! *jumps out the window*

Dick and Damian who were lecturing her about what Ra's has done in the past: NO NO NO NO.

Reader: Weee *splats on the ground does a demon screech well popping up on broke bones than runs away*

Damian: That was mildly traumatizing.

Dick: That was extremely traumatizing.

Damian: No just mildly...

Dick: *Is consumed by concern for his siblings*

Idea 3:

Ra's and Talia have gone full yandere and is treating reader like a princess, after just announcing reader as heir to the league.

Reader: So I have made PowerPoint of why I am a bad decision for heir. *proceeds to show them a 3 hour long presentation*

Ra's and Talia: Okay good point, counter argument. You are because we said so.

Reader: *sighs* I'm going to jump in a Lazarus Pit.

That's it. Random, half are out of character but it made me laugh a little.