No I am not commissioning anyone stop fucking dming me I will just block you | Just a simple reader |higher than level 18| Soft Boy Lover| Yugioh fan!!!!! | Lovable ranting dumbass pan with a fluid as their gender
Synopsis: Y/n's dream of attending University comes to a halt when her father goes bankrupt. With little to no financial aid from her family, Y/n finds comfort in her newfound hobby and opens a small online business, all while the situation at her home only worsens as the days go by.
Coincidentally, during these past two years, Haru, goes from doing passionate Kpop dance covers to becoming a member of the popularizing Kpop group, Xlov. Through unexpected connections, and with the love and acceptance from their respective friends, the two form a bond through shared beliefs and perspectives on the quiet rebellion beneath their art and fashion.
“Here kitty kitty~” - platonic batfam x neglected black cat reader x spider man
Summary :: ever since you were taken in by Bruce Wayne, his tendency to collect things and quickly discard them when they showed no purpose or shared interest became clear to you. Lucky for you, you couldn’t care less when the lack of attention took eyes away from your little…hobby in New York
Things ;: wrong geography purely for the sake of canon please, maybe batfam ooc, reader is low-key cringey but free, reader is fem, reader and spiders relationship is more fanon than how black cat and spider are in the comics, implied sex
The living room one flight down from your room was lively, you could hear the residents of wayne manor busting and talking to one another, your invite had seemed to get lost in the mail between lips just like anything else in the house.
There were only so many times you could make excuses for their lack of attention, until you gave up all hope on them, but tonight you no longer roll in self pity, you had shit to do.
Zipping up your fur lined latex bodysuit you thought at the very first time you had a nightly activity of this kind. You were 16 and bored, but most of all dirt poor, how one might ask
"How is a child at wayne manor dirt poor" well lets say that a certain bat forgot to even set you up with a allowance in the first place, so you had to live off what little money your mom left to you and whatever you found around the house, which still wasn't enough for to the ever growing greed in your yet to be seen need.
So following after the very popular cat themed thief thief you planned out a simple house on a not so pleasant councilman member, the hustle overall went smoothly due to you having the full schematics of his house and the security layouts, it was a simple in and out job that was until your inspiration herself confronted you.
Instead of reporting you to bat man, just to be petty like you thought she was going to do, she just simply told you to get your own turf. And that you did, yes it was a bit far but what's 40 mins (30 if you pushed it) to new york.
In the new york scene you thrived, not worrying about the bats and birds (aka your family since they were the worst at keeping their voices down) and always the other villains in the city coming after you. In new york, you were simply a robin hood except you hated birds and you kept everything you stole.
It took as long as a month for you to get a proper costume, at first it was a simple black bodysuit and a lenless diamond mask in the matching black, that was until you upgraded to the current fur lined latex body suit you wore, that you had changed it because people were sizing you as a woman which largely annoyed you, that's also why you started to wear a white wig. You wanted to make sure you stood out more.
By month 3 you had official earned your villian name, the black cat—simple yes you were sastified with it. Also in that month you had officially met new yorks bryggest (well one of them) hero's, Spiderman. You had been in the middle of swiping some flash drive full of info from a tech company for a client (because you felt just stealing jewels had become pointless as some point.) when he had lowered himself slowly next to you.
"So who what are we doing?"
if you hadn't seen apex of his red and blue ass costume point arrlier you would have jumped 5 feet in the air with a scream, but instead you kept working for the flash drive.
"If it isn't the little spider, and you came here for lil ol' me?" your voice lined with a teasing tone that was bordering on flirtatious. "I thought you would have to go deal with one of these other actual threats, I'm just a harmless kitty" you pause as you finish your sentence and approach him more directly making the now standing spider man back up slightly.
"If you call stealing millions of dollars worth of stuff harmless, then the bar sure is low!!"
You could hear the plain sarcasm in his voice, entertaining as you hold your hands behind your back and continue your approach towards him and he continued to back up. Clearing his throat to regain some kind of control "You know you're gonna have to lose that bolt now?" you raise your eyebrow in amusement, perching side notes clearly never this. "aw, but then how would my client pay me? would be a shame if I showed up empty empty handed now would it?"
At this point you were circling the poor hero and him seemly flustered at your tone of voice, "If you leave the flash drive here, I will let you have at least 3 mins until the cops come to get a head start." You tilt your head and tap your chin with the USB side as if actually thinking about his offer, "How about I keep the flash drive and get a head start now..."
You perch in the open window you were discreetly moving towards the entire time "Sorry spidey, hope our next meeting is more exciting than this, but a kitty needs go, deuces!" using your grappling hook, you flew out the window into the night.
After that, you had more run in's with spiderman, many more actually, there were multiple times you guys had teamed up to face a bigger threat, or that time he had gotten a symbiote in himself, after all those times he tried again and again sorry and yes yes to became a full hero with him and you would always say the same thing "calling me a anti-hero is already pushing it and besides spidey, I'm a black cat—misfortune is my whole thing."
It's been a full year since you guys fully met and of course you knew more about him than he knew about you, you knew the man behind the mask and the mess—he had was your first name and your face with only the mask.
So it was a common thing during your encounters for him to say random last names to try and guess mostly getting the horribly wrong. He also knew you weren't native to new york when you two had fucked and the other time you brought him to your small base in gotham after you found him on the brink of death.
Yk in those Oc/Yn neglected X batfam where the fam are vigilantes but Yn no so they are basically left out of everything and no one cares about them and Bruce is awful?
That guys are living my dream
Fym I can be unsupervised with all the money of the world? They whine a lot about loneliness but who cares just make friends outside of the family, you have the world of possibilities as long as you don’t give a fuck
Bruce out of all people will be relieved to finally have a child whose main hobby is being a nerd and not going out to punch people, maybe out of security YN will learn basic moves but it’s Gotham so priv YN will need them sooner than later
Bruce would adore that Yn is the only one who isn’t a vigilante like maybe he neglected them bc he is busy af and shit keeps happening in both personas lives but he gen wouldn’t care if YN decided to be a hikikomori/nini
YN has the potential to be the weirdest little fella alive and people normally won’t fight them bc they are Bruce Wayne child, why would you pick on someone powerful?
Like I know other batkids did receive bullying, like dick and Damian were in constant fights at school, so if YN is weird then most likely will be bullied too
But I have faith this weird lil fella will find a friend group with a bunch of other nerds and they will be the coolest out of them bc they want something they can just buy it, I doubt Bruce will say no, maybe he feels a bit guilty he can’t bond a lot with YN so he just gives them money
Fym YN can just neglect their studies bc Bruce is rich and can have a future anyway? Bruce wouldn’t be so happy with his child failing the classes but there’s more ways in life than just grades, he has a bunch of prodigies YN doesn’t need to be another one, maybe they will feel bad everyone is so cool and smart and YN no but that’s skill issue, you just need to say “fuck it we ball” and get over the inferiority complex
Even if YN ends up being the boring, normal and most average person in exist, they still could have a good life, they don’t need to stand out among the crowd to get an opportunity in life, they can just exist
The unnoticed part is the best bc it won’t be a “they don’t feed me and my place is a mess” neglection, YN needs will be filled and if they ask Bruce for anything most likely he will accept
But I meant it more in the, YN can just sleep and wake up at whatever hour when there’s no classes, can just go to whatever they want, I think the rules would be not be “a bad person” and if you are doing something questionable just make sure they don’t find out
Ofc Batman will care if YN is hurting people or is putting their life in danger or in general doing something stupid like partying till late night, at the end of the day Bruce cares a lot and YN still their child
But if YN manage to do normal stuff like they don’t need permission to just go out with their friends or if they do end up doing something stupid it will need be in a place Oracle can’t access bc Barbie will def tell Bruce
And on top of that YN have the coolest siblings omg, if YN needs something they will def help and get more contacts for everything, even if YN isn’t that close to them bc “neglected” they are still family
So unless they make some weird shit with Bruce and put them in a more violent or cold nature
YN has all the money of the world, all the time, all the liberty to do stuff, in a comfy house with food, able to have a guaranteed future, with tons of contacts and status, and on top of that knowing superheroes
And you want me to feel all and “woo woo Bruce doesn’t care about me” ?!?! Like feeling lonely is very optional gurl, there’s tons of people in the world
idk if this question is a major spoiler for again & again or not but i’m curious, how long has kon liked reader? when did they even meet?
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wdym how long? he's always been obsessed with you. i've set it out to be for him as the guy who has always been there lurking in the background and only acting as some sort of shadow until he felt it necessary to finally disrupt your life when he noticed the sudden shift of behavior and the sudden recklessness you had at the bar.
not to spoil it as much, but the extent of his obsession has been ongoing for years now, back when you were still a teenager and he's stumbled upon your pretty face without knowing your reputation of being ignored, so that means you weren't even aware of how long he's been watching from the start. i see conner kent as the type of guy who isn't immediately obsessed with someone, his own interest has to marinate into like somehow before he can even get fully attached due to his tendency to be often used by a lot of figures in the past, so for him to be so incredibly obsessed with you meant that he's always kinda been watching for a long time, maybe even before you've bumped into him.
interpret that information as you will.
as for when he met you, your official meeting was at the bar. from when you were drunk and obviously vulnerable. again, i'll repeat that he never intended to actually officially meet you at that place, he just did so because he felt your safety was being threatened and in true conner fashion, he didn't want any other person flirting with you when he saw you alone by a stool. hell, even when you were at the dance floor with your friends, he's already shoo'ed off a lot of potential suitors and has also shouldered another guy trying to approach you when you were all alone by the stools— he's that desperate to keep you for him.
and he's also the reason why you never got anybody else trying to date you back in highschool, or why until now, until that scene in the alleyway where he was too late to save you (and wasn't able to, for [redacted] reasons), you've been safe the entire time you were in your small apartment living alone with no break-ins around your area. best believe you have your own protective guard dog at every beck and call despite having only known of his existence for a short period of time.
thinking of writing something hilarious. like the reader from a&a (or a non-neglected one idc) sleeping with a life-sized fatson todd plush then waking up the next day expecting to still have the plush in your arms only to find out you've been cuddling with jason todd the entire time, head snuggled comfortably against his chest. your first instinct wasn't even to freeze up in fear anymore, instead you're baffled by the audacity of the man for not even waking up before you— like he's incapable of feeling shame for replacing your beloved plushie. but you're also conflicted, because he's actually such a toasty cuddle partner that it had been the first time in a while since you've had a completely uninterrupted sleep.
or the members of the batfamily, feeling pretty vengeful, stuffing your room with plushies/merch of them while you're out buying groceries, watching your reaction to your now fully decorated room through the newly installed camera in the corner (and if you're wondering about where you're beloved fatson plushie is— damian had somehow locked fatson in a safe. it's probably been shipped to the arctic by now).
reblogs and interactions are encouraged and appreciated.
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dropping this concept rn before i forget: insecure, kidnapped a&a reader with an inferiority complex and imposter syndrome multiplied by a hundred after abduction, versus the batfamily members who are actively trying to show off their talents in front of you in hopes of impressing their sibling, finding it as an opportunity to 'bond'— unaware that your 'disinterested' reaction isn't a result of rebellion, but it's all because you're genuinely so fucking envious just seeing how so much talent comes easy to them with every new thing they try, while you're out stuck there feeling average, and unseen, and just utterly below them in every possible way watching them just being better than you, since they seem to always one-up you every time you show interest in anything.
you feel like an outsider, seeing how they shine with everything they touch, feeling the gap between you and them grow wider and wider with each hobby they spend doing with you.
and then the damning realization kicks into your gut that maybe the reason why you weren't loved in the first place until now was because you were never like them. that they probably felt pity for you, or maybe they just want to make a mockery out of you, use you as leverage to look better in front of others in public to show just how magnificent they are and just how hopeless you were instead.
i don't know, i'd be so bitter myself that the most logical way for the reader to react was to snap the more ridiculously great they are at the hobby you thought you were good in.
but then again, that's what you always were in the eyes of many, huh?
a good kid, but never great.
because you'll never be as great as them.
maybe that's why it seems like you'll never fit into the family.
imagining a&a reader walking up to a room one day because they hear voices coming from there, taking a peak and seeing bruce help cass pack up for her ballet recitals, bonding together, alone, while he'd awkwardly sweep away any stray hairs from cass' forehead. watching how afterwards, she laughs as she does a gentle spin to showcase her pretty outfit for practice, watching how bruce never once keeps his sight away from his daughter, eyes gleaming with pride, never once hesitating to clap for her. then you hear his silent praises, witness him helping her tidy the straps of her ribbon, tell her she's doing great, better even, as he cups her face and kisses her forehead.
it's a beautiful sight that could've warmed anyone else's heart.
a moment between a father and daughter.
a moment you never had.
you would've thought that after all these years, you'd already have moved on and accepted how you'll never be quite close to bruce anymore. or at all. and yet that loud pang in your heart, the one you thought you'd bury alongside your hopes for a better life, it resurfaces once more.
it was always bruce and his kids.
never bruce and you.
the tiny gestures, their little inside jokes, and the comfort they feel being in their own space, unaware of their surroundings — of the ghost watching from beyond the door — as they talk about mundane things were the things you wished for all your life. things any other child who entered bruce's life could easily have.
it was little moments like these: bruce being present for their practices, cheering for damian on the side of the bleachers, even visiting bludhaven when dick sounded too down in their calls— it had you remembering all the times you've knocked on bruce's door when you were five, begging your sick father to just come pick you up at school, come to your school plays—
to just eat dinner with you for once.
knowing others could have his love so easily just makes you sick. and jealous. and bitter all over again.
knowing how they didn't even have to ask hurts even more.
knowing that bruce just somehow knew. about them. them and their lives. their hobbies. their relationships. their hardships. all without them having to go through all the conscious effort to remind him that they exist.
all the things you desperately tried to achieve.
all the things that never came true.
knowing you could never conjure a single memory where bruce would lay his warm, comforting hands on your shoulders, like a blanket of assurance and safety, a symbol of fatherly love, like he did with all the others—
the thought just... stings.
more than it should after all these years.
you'd have to physically pull yourself away from the slightly ajar door and hold in the bile slowly rising from your throat, reminding yourself that you're way past these theatrics, past the stage of yearning and what-if's.
yet it just reminded you of how different you were.
from them.
because while it's always you who always has to run, to catch up, to lose every breath in your body, just to see bruce's back already leaving your line of sight.
