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Little Miss Sherlock: Murder In A Candy Store?

Synopsis: In which the youngest Wayne finds herself in the middle of Gotham’s most puzzling cases, unbeknownst to her family.

Pairing: Platonic! Batfam x Child!reader

Warnings/Reminders: Batfam being oblivious, mention of deaths murder and gore, minor!character death, child!reader is mentioned as a female, lowk angst

“Where are you going?”

“Alfred’s taking me to buy candy!” (Name) chirped, neatly arranging the inside of her sling bag that was most likely filled with unnecessary objects she won’t even use outside. Like the back-up hair ribbons she tucked into the pockets.

Dick shook his head, an amused smile complimenting his pretty features. He took a few steps forward and crouched down to my level, grabbing a roll from my bag. “Ribbons, really? Birdie, you don’t need this much.”

But she could only protest by grabbing the ribbon back from his hands and placing it with the rest, zipping up her bag.

“Yes, I do. What if I lost the one I’m wearing?”

“Well, you could bring an extra.”

“And if I lost it as well?”

A laugh spilled out his lips as he rubbed his temple, both impressed and amused by her insistence. “Okay, fine. Give me one reason why you need that many ribbons other than you losing it every three minutes.”

(Name) pursed her lips as she thought about it, fiddling with the strap of her bag.

For a moment, Dick thought he won their little argument but her eyes lit up like a bulb, indicating whatever she thought would be able to make him give in, however silly it may be.

“I can tie bad guys with it so they won’t escape!”

“Bad guys? Inside a candy store?”

She nodded with a spark of certainty in her eyes that made Dick’s heart melt into a puddle. How many bad guys does she think there are inside a store that basically sold diabetes?

Nevertheless, he gave up and ruffled her hair before getting up from his crouched position. 

“Alright, Birdie. You win. Now off you go. Alfred is probably waiting for you downstairs”

Just before I scurried off, he called out to me again.

“You can tie as many bad guys up but don't eat candies in one go, got that?”

“Yes, sir!” She straightened into a salute before she disappeared down the stairs, her hair bouncing with each step.

Dick sighed and slowly made his way back to his room, whistling a soft tune that felt loud in the empty hallway.

“Maybe I should also bring ribbons to fights.”

Halloween loomed around in the corner with several houses already decorated with carved pumpkins and skeletons they either got from Spirit Halloween or stole from the local school’s science laboratories.

Children were scattered around in costumes and pumpkin baskets, knocking on the doors of miserable adults who would chase them away in clown outfits.

(Name) stared out the car window, watching the passing houses in awe. “Alfred, look! I think there’s a haunted house.” She pointed at a group of people dressed in nurse scrubs with older people in wheelchairs.

“That is a nursing home, Miss”

“Oh.”

Alfred’s lips quirk up into a fond smile, casting a quick glance at her through the rear view mirror before focusing his eyes back to the road.

Alfred pulled over at the front of the new shop called Sweet Corner, an immediate hit to children and adults alike. The pastel shopfront was a stark contrast to the dark theme Gotham had going along with the scent of sweets that seemed to travel on for miles, attracting the dogs nearby.

Alfred opened the door and helped me out. She quickly stepped inside the sweet heaven with the butler following her closely, making sure the young miss doesn’t get too much.

The shop was filled with an overflowing amount of candy that the sight of it would make your teeth hurt.

A range of glass containers were placed in a large circle, each with a different type of candy. In a flash, (Name) grabbed a basket and started filling it up with sweets. Alfred immediately appeared behind her and pulled her away gently.

“Don’t take too much for yourself, Miss (Name). We still need to get candies for the other children on Halloween.” He handed her a smaller separate basket.

(Name)’s lips formed into pout, about to protest only to be silenced with a look that had a big NO sign on it. With a huff, she stalked away, holding the two buckets with a firm grip of a sulky child. 

While in the middle of reaching for a bar of chocolate, she heard a crowd of children gathering in front of glass case that separated a small area where the staff was pouring what seemed like a hot melting wax onto the steel counter.

"Would you like to watch as well?" Alfred leaned down, following my gaze. She hesitated, her eyes darting down from the children and to the floor tiles.

(Name) Wayne wasn't good at making friends. She had people to talk to, sure. But children often dismiss things that don't cater to their own interests. To them, she was an anomaly that had a far complex world that the simplicity of theirs could not understand.

"You don't have to force yourself. But it would be good to make at least one friend today, don't you think?"

With a gentle push, (Name) made her way to the crowd. The staff handed out the newly made candy to the children, to which they happily snatched it from their hands and forming groups.

"I got the Batman one!"

"My Superman candy is way better than yours!"

"Wonder Woman is definitely beats them both!"

With the rest showing off and arguing which superhero was the best, (name) stood at the side, wondering how exactly she could join in the conversation. She could always pick the safest options, she supposed. But she also wants to impress them by mentioning someone niche. 

The boasting soon escalated into an argument and she decided to step away from now. Soon, her gaze landed on a little girl standing in the corner.

She looked to be around few years older than (name), though more timid. Before she could think, (name) approached her, fiddling with the straps of her bag.

"Hello."

The girl could stared at her in surprise, her eyes then darting away nervously before letting out a meek 'hi'.

(Name)'s heart did a nervous thud and she mustered up the courage to continue. "Who did you get?"

"huh?"

"The candy. Which hero did you get?"

The girl looked down at her hand where she held the large lollipop that was handed out to everyone else, only that hers had a combination of green, black and white. "Oh. Um..I think it's Green Lantern."

"That's cool! Mine's Flash." (Name) gave her a toothy grin and held out her own lollipop. "I heard they're best friends. So..I uh..do you want to be my friend?" 

The question came out of her with a hint of awkwardness yet certainty. There's a voice in her head that was convinced that the girl will just run off and cry to her mother about a weird girl trying to be friends with her.

Or maybe she was overthinking it? While thoughts clashed inside her mind, it was cut off when the girl held out her lollipop as well and clicked it with mine, as if they were champagne glasses.

"O..Okay."

(Name)'s eyes lit up with glee and her grin widened, a pink hue decorating her cheeks. She turned back to Alfred with a look that said 'Did you see that? I made a friend!'. The elderly man's lips formed a proud smile, giving her a nod. 

'I saw'

The two girls roamed around the shop, trying out different treats while the staff weren't looking. (Name) learned that the girl's name was Effy and that her mom dropped her off to buy sweets while she went to go get groceries. Effy was surprisingly witty despite her shy nature and as well as smart.

"What does that one mean?" (Name) asked, pointing at the scribbles of dots and dashes.

Another thing that surprised the young Wayne was that Effy knew morse code, having learned it when she saw a book about it inside her dad's office.

After wandering around the store—Alfred still watching them closely—the girls sat in one corner where Effy started teaching her the basic words.

"It's your name and next to it is mine" Effy responded, looking back down at her notebook as her face flushed. "I thought I should show you.. y'know, just in case."

A rush of warmth and fondness filled (name)'s chest when she processed her words. With a smile, she listened as Effy went on to teach her other words. 

After a moment, she noticed that Effy's hair was missing a ribbon, half of her blonde locks now hanging loosely on her back. (Name) perked up in realization that she brought extra ribbons and took them out. "Effy, your other ribbon is gone."

Before she could protest, (Name) started tying her hair up, as well as the other half. When she tried to give back the ribbon that lost its pair, Effy shook her head and told her to keep it.

"Now we have each other's ribbons. For remembrance."

But before (Name) could respond, everything went black.

"Effy? Effy, where are you?"

A hand grabbed my arm with a firm, steady grip and carried me into their arms.

"It's me, young miss. It's alright. You're safe. Just cover your ears."

"Alfred? What's going on? I can't see!"

"Everything will be alright. Please cover your ears."

But she didn't. She couldn't. There were screams. Children. A man. Then a woman's gut wrenching scream.

She didn't notice the tears running down her cheeks nor how hard she was clinging onto Alfred.

"Shh..we're close to the exit. It's alright. Everything will be fine"

"Good morning, (name)." Bruce's voice filled the silence that occupied her room since yesterday. He sat at the edge of the bed, studying her figure that laid tucked underneath the blanket. It's been a day since everything that had happened and the overwhelming sense of dread in my stomach hadn't disappeared.

"Two deaths. One missing. Gordon said that the killer tried kidnapping two children but one of them managed to escape. Still no leads on the missing girl."

"What about cameras?"

"The whole power went out, not just the lights. But we managed to get footage of a man entering the shop minutes before."

"Do a facial scan and look through the city's cameras. Witnesses said they saw a similar man with a red truck near the shop."

(Name) stayed behind the wall, eavesdropping into their conversation. A pang of guilt surged through her chest as she replayed the moment before the lights went out. How did she lost her? She was just right there. They were right next to each other. So why is she missing?

"(Name)"

She finally looked at her father who had called her several times already.

Bruce was never one for comfort nor reassurance. He always confronted situations with calculated force and a walled heart. That wall cracked when Dick and the others came because he shouldered the responsibility of raising children that had already seen too much of what this world could bring. 

But that was what he was always trying to avoid with you. He wanted you to have a normal life, away from the horrors that haunted Gotham at night.

He wanted to give you the security and peace that the others had never truly settled in. Unfortunately, grief is a constant that would always slip into the equation.

"Did they find her already?" Her voice had a soft yet raspy addition to it due to having stayed in bed all day. It broke Bruce to see that the daughter he tried to hard to shelter had already experienced her first taste of the world's horrific truth.

"Nothing you should be worried about." He ruffled my hair but the gesture came off as rigid and awkward. "I called your school. Told them that you might not be able to attends classes for a couple of days. Is that okay?"

She could only nod as she twisted the fabric of her duvet. Bruce was used to her getting quiet when something happens. But while it often stemmed from sermon or a tantrum, this was her friend. And Bruce knows all too well about how that feels.

"Breakfast is ready downstairs. Alfred made your favorite." He said, getting up and making his way out of her room. "Jason is also downstairs. Best be quick unless you want him eating everything."

"Hey, kid. Saved ya a plate." Jason gestured to a serving of omelette and blueberry muffins while he devoured his own. A small tut left Damian's lips as he shot Jason a disgusted glare. "Have some sense of decorum, will you?"

Jason just flicked a pea to his head before turning to her, ignoring the demon noises in the background. (Name) sat next to Damian, across from Jason. It's been a while since the girl saw him especially since he often operated outside of the family. 

She wasn't as close to Jason as she was with her other siblings. She guessed that maybe he didn't like kids. (Name) always thought that Jason was like her father, only more angrier. And she noticed that the air between the two of them was always somewhat tense and awkward.

Maybe something happened years ago before she was born but she doubted anyone would tell her. They were more than content in keeping her clueless.

In the corner of her eyes, she saw Titus sniffing around the hallway, seemingly looking for something. It was similar to how she saw the dogs outside Sweet Corner, somehow always catching certain whiff of scents that pulled them in.

"Dami, what is he doing?"

Damian glanced at her and back to Titus before continuing to eat. "He's searching."

"For what?"

He answered her with a shrug. "Dogs have a strong sense of smell. They're always searching."

The revelation came to somewhat of a shock to her young mind and a series of questions began forming.

"How strong?"

"Strong strong. Dogs can find anything if they can track the scent." It was Jason who answered, his mouth full of muffin. 

'Anything?'

An idea popped inside her head and she jumped down from chair and made a beeline towards her bedroom. She pushed the doors with her small limbs and looked around, her eyes landing on her bag. She dumped its insides on her bed and rummaged around.

After a few minutes, she finally found it. A sole green ribbon that didn't belong to her.

"Psst! Titus! Come here, boy!" She cooed at the great Dane, holding a bag of treats in her hands.

The dog appeared from the hallway, his nose sniffing the palm of my hands for a treat. She lets out a small squeak at her hands being covered under saliva before opening her hand full of kibble. While Titus was distracted, she took this chance to grab his leash and led him outside.

Outside the manor, her car wagon waited along with her bag. Titus lets out a bark, as if sensing that whatever she was planning was dangerous. She quickly raised her index finger to her lips, shushing him. (Name) took out the ribbon and held it against his nose.

"Titus, smell. No no no— don't eat it!"

After a few attempts, He started sniffing the ribbon before he started trailing the scent. With a firm grip on his leash, (Name) got on her wagon, letting the dog pull the toy vehicle and lead the way.

In their great adventure, (Name) was pretty sure she'd been spotted by several adults who seemed baffled at the sight of a little girl in a toy car while being pulled by a great dane. She was only grateful that police hasn't seen her yet or else they'd report it to her father.

Afternoon soon settled, the skies more dull and grayish as the wind started to cool. Titus had led her to an isolated field that was nearby the main residential area.

There was a narrow cobblestone road that went on for a short distance while it was surrounded by tall grass. She didn't know that there was a place like this in the city but then again, she guessed that she was still in the outskirts of Gotham. A bark shattered the silence, making her flinch.

"Huh? Did you find her, Titus?" She asked, quickly getting out of her wagon. Titus started walking faster, making her pick up her own pace. He led (Name) to a small opening into the field.

She hesitated. Why would Effy be here? Maybe she escaped and hid here? Before she could take another step down, Titus barked again.

"I'll be fine, Titus. Come on."

But the dog can only whine and stay on the road. She entered the field, her doll shoes getting stained by the muddy dirt. She was already eight steps in when she saw a blue suitcase ahead.

She took another step forward, ignoring Titus' barks. The suitcase became clearer with each step she took. It was already dirtied by the mud and drips of a red substance was leaking out from the suitcase.

"What..?"

Before she could get even closer, she heard someone yelling at her from the road where Titus was.

"Hey, kid! What are you doing?!" The man quickly approached her and carried her out of there. Only when she looked at the man did she recognize him as the police guy her father often talked to. But that wasn't what she was focused on. She was still staring at the suitcase from a distance, a sense of unease sinking down on her stomach.

(Name) sat inside Commissioner Gordon's office, Titus laying down on the floor next to her chair. Gordon was talking to the other police people outside, glancing at her every now and then.

She could only stare at the computer screen where the camera footage of the killer's car at a gas station played—Gordon thought he played a cartoon for her—and she listened to every bang coming from the trunk. She noticed the sounds had a rhythm to it and she grabbed a scrap paper and pen from the desk, jotting it down

'…. . .-.. .--.'

'.--. .-.. . .- … .'

'-. .- -- .'

'Help'

'Please'

'(Name)'

The sound was cut off by the door opening, the Commissioner stepping inside with a somber expression. She didn't look at him. She couldn't. Not with her friend stuck inside a dark, cramped trunk with no one to help her. It took a few minutes for her to realize that he was calling her.

"I'll drive you home. Come on.

The silence in the car was deafening, only being interrupted by the sound of traffic, rain and Titus' sniffing at the back. Gordon looked at her in the corner of his eyes, studying her from the blank look of her face to the muddy soles of her black doll shoes.

"You were looking for your friend."

It was more of a statement of observation rather than a question. (Name) nodded in confirmation, still staring at the rain water dripping down the windshield and the timed movement of the wiper.

"I thought I was close. But my plan didn't work."

He hummed in response, his gaze settling on me fully. "Why do you think that?"

"Because I didn't find her. Now she's probably mad at me."

Something about her words struck him. Not with the hard slap of the reality that he witnessed earlier. But with the poke of guilt of not being able to explain what was happening.

How could you tell a child that the dismembered parts of her friend's corpse was shoved inside a suitcase and abandoned in an empty field? You can't. He turned his focus back to the clearing traffic and started driving again.

"You're a good friend, (Name). No one can be mad at a good friend. She's in a better place now. You don't have to worry."

"How could there be a better place than here together?"

It was a question that he himself had asked. How could there be a better place for a child other than to be with her family and friend? How could a luggage be a better place for someone who didn't do anything wrong but the world punished them anyway?

"..I don't know, kid. But it's easier to believe that rather than face the truth."

'The horrifying truth.'

a/n: here is chapter one! took a long time but I'm glad its out. I really enjoyed writing this chapter and I hope you all did too :D

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Currently working on Little Miss Sherlock Chapter One: Murder In A Candy Store and I'm 2k words in :D

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Medical Prodigy: Chapter Five

Synopsis: In which a young medical genius gets kidnapped and somehow becomes a doctor for Gotham's most dangerous villains

Pairing: Yan!Platonic!Batfam x Neglected!Underground Doctor!F!Reader, Yan!BatVillains x Doctor!F!Reader

Warnings/Reminders: Fem Reader, child neglect, mentions of violence, blood and chemicals, language, Batfam being delulu, bad writing (😔), age gap, Reader is around 18-19 years old in the current timeline,

Chapter Guide: Masterlist, Prologue, Chapter One, Chapter Two, Chapter Three, Chapter Four, Chapter Five

Love is curious. Complex. The oldest riddle unsolved.

“It beats for you though it never speaks. When you’re near, it grows weak. An arrow can give it a jolt–” a pause.

“..Guess the organ that feels the bolt.”

“It’s the heart.” You answered.

“Indeed. But..villains don’t have hearts, do they dearest?”

Then you laughed, the sound of it wrapping around his chest like chains—locking what he deemed yours. “They wouldn’t be villains without it.”

To him, Love is you. 

“Please! I don’t know anything!” 

“Oh, I’m sure you do, William. It’s not fun if you can’t answer simple questions now, is it? At least try to keep up with it, okay?”

Edward slowly stalked towards him, trailing his fingers over the surgical tools displayed on the table. In the center of the room was a man heavily strapped to a chair, the sounds of his weary breaths echoing throughout the enclosed space.

Edward picked up a scalpel from the table, admiring the blade before tauntingly grazing the man–William’s–cheek with it. William visibly shuddered at the contact, his legs trembling intensely through his restraints.

“I’m not going to hurt you, Billy. I can call you Billy, right? We’re all friends here.” Edward laughed as he gave William two hard pats on the shoulder. But the man’s gaze was on the scalpel in the Riddler’s hand, as if anticipating it going through his cheek any second now. Edward tilted his head before displaying it to his face like you would a toy to a child, his lips tilting up into a mocking grin.

“Oh, this? Don’t worry, I’m not going to do anything too much. I don’t want to dull this precious thing. My sweetheart gave it to me. She’s a doctor, you know? She’s really smart too.” He chuckled under his breath, eyes creasing into an affectionate gaze.

“It’s been a while since I’ve seen her. She doesn’t pay attention to me that much now. Not like she used to.” He spoke so softly and a crack of vulnerability became exposed. Underneath that, there was desperation. He crouched to William’s level, his playful demeanor gone. Just a blank, hollow stare that drilled through the poor man’s head.

“I’m sure you have someone special waiting for you, right Billy? This girl is really special to me too. And I’m just itching to see her again. So, answer my question and we can both go back home. You’d want that, do you?”

William nodded frantically, not daring to refuse. Edward’s eyes glinted with glee, laughing as he ruffled the poor man’s hair.

It was unusual for him to do something like this for trivial matters. But it was a last ditch effort to make you see him again.

It was for you. 

Wasn’t everything he’s done all for you?

Damian watched in awe as you skillfully stitched up a man’s abdomen despite his earlier annoyance directed at the pathetic whimpers coming out of the crook’s mouth.

He was about to shove a rag down his throat when you gave him a pointed glare, gesturing for him to sit back down. Damian huffed and crossed his arms, plopping down on the sofa.

“He’s unbelievably sensitive. Better to just gag him instead of torturing ourselves to his agonizing-”

“Then I’ll gag both of you since you’re equally as chatty.”

He paused for a moment, trying to come up with a retort before ultimately deciding to stay quiet.  You continued stitching up the patient, occasionally glancing at the pouty little brother in the corner. 

Damian took it upon himself to make sure that he spends an abundant amount of time with his older sister. Sure, his father also told him the same but he still would’ve done so otherwise.

Unfortunately for him, you were being swamped with small-fry criminals who were stupid enough to get injured. Why can’t they just scram and find another doctor to bother? Or maybe do the world a favour, accept their fate and drop dead in a random alley.

It took you half an hour to finish and almost all of Damian’s patience had diminished by then.

“Don’t you ever want to be more than just a back-alley surgeon?” Damian couldn’t help but ask, watching as you clean the remaining blood coating the table and the leather chair. You paused, raising your brow at him with a smile. 

“Why so curious?” 

“Because you’re exceptional.”

That made you falter just a bit.

You’ve been called that a number of times along with similar words of praise. You were used to it. You believed it. Because you are exceptional.

But the thing that surprised you was how quiet yet raw it was, exposing the cracks of vulnerability that lay underneath Damian’s armored walls.

A soft, unbelieving laugh slipped out of you, the sound filling inside the sterile room. Damian just frowned in confusion, unsure on whether or not he should be offended. You directed your grin at him, your eyes lighting up in amusement and clear surprise. 

“Do you usually give out compliments, Dami? Doesn’t suit you. It’s creepy.” He sneered at my teasing comment, a pink hue forming across his cheeks. “I am very much capable of noting people worthy of my respect and praise. You happened to be one of them. And that nickname is horrendous. Never use it again.”

You barked out a laugh again, letting out snorts in-between. Despite his initial annoyance, he felt that same warmth in his chest when he first broke into your apartment, trying to convince you to come back. It was similar to after he was brought to the manor, finally letting himself consider the Bats as family.

Yet it was also different. It always was when it came to you. You who loved, learned and eventually, let go. 

No matter how much the others cared for Damian, it will never match how he craves for yours. Raw, unconditional, familial love. His parents are too aloof and awkward for that. His siblings are as emotionally constipated as them. They didn’t appreciate your love but Damian was far from an idiot.  You’ll realize that. Eventually.

He knows things will become strained between the two of you once the plan is set in motion. But for now, he will enjoy this moment till it lasts. Before the rest of them come for you.

“Just show it to me. A teensy little glance and I’ll stop bothering you.”

Dick tried to corner Damian but in his usual fashion, Damian acted fast and swiftly stepped out of his way.

It’s been a few days since he’s last seen you and while he prefers to visit you regularly, you’ve made it clear that you were going to be occupied for a few weeks and Damian knew better than to be pushy.

For now, he was content on checking on you using the tablet he swiped from the cave. Now, Dick found out and tried to take a peek, in hopes of doing the same. 

“Father made it clear that other than Cain and I, no one is allowed to get involved or make contact.” Dick groaned in frustration, burying his face in the palm of his hands. Bruce had been withdrawing information about my current state, knowing that it would allow them to be reckless and stray from the mission just to catch a glimpse of me.

“I’ll get you a cat!”

“I have Alfred.”

“A dog?”

“Plenty of those.”

“Urm..another cow?”

“Tempting but no.”

“Fine, a goat!”

“Do I look like a farm to you, Grayson?”

Dick’s final attempt to persuade his little brother came to an inevitable failure and he just leaned on the wall, slowly sliding down the floor like a dramatic slug.

Damian lets out a quiet scoff as he stares down at who was supposed to be one of the best among the family, now defeated by the fact he couldn’t get a peek inside his little sister’s life. With a subtle rolling of the eyes, he tossed the tablet towards the older man.

“Just don’t go and do something stupid with it.”

For a moment, Dick’s eyes lit up with glee, replacing the somber look on his face. For a few minutes, everything seemed fine with the tracker showing my usual routes. Damian was about to turn and leave when Dick pointed something out.

“Wasn’t her clinic near Crime Alley? What is she doing on the other side of the city?”

What?

Damian was aware you were busier than usual but he thought it was because of the rise of crime rates in the city. You would’ve told him otherwise, right? Right?  

“Where.”

“Near The Cauldron. Down south.”

Damian didn’t waste any time and ran down to the cave, making Dick run after him. Fuck the rules. They’re pretty sure Bruce is occupied with another meeting back in Wayne Enterprise. Unbeknownst to them, a dark figure stood by the wall, listening in before disappearing further down the hallway.

My eyes twitched as I looked down at my phone, feeling a wave of dread pass through my soul and drag it back to the afterlife.

After disappearing on me for like a week, now he had the gall to ask me for my assistance? For the Joker, no less.

My mind screamed at me to make up some excuse and turn it down but knowing Silas, I can’t just leave him alone. The least I could do was use the damn clown’s weird fixation to my advantage.

My face twisted in repulsion, shuddering at the thought of working there again. That patchy white foundation of his wasn’t the worst thing about him.

Reigning in the negative thoughts, I noticed everyone was walking six feet away from me as I stood in the middle of the sidewalk. My cheeks burned in embarrassment and I quickly moved out of the way, taking a short cut towards the drop area through a shady alley. A bad idea perhaps.

Abort. Abort. Creepy warehouse alert.

I felt my heart pound on my chest, the beat ringing in my ear louder with each step I took towards the rusty gates. I looked around for guards or any signs that someone was here but the place looked deserted. With a sharp inhale, I pushed the fence and made my way inside.

I reached the front door of the warehouse, trying to open it but it wouldn't budge. God, you’d think they’d give me a key at least after making me walk all the way here. Should I kick it open? Definitely not, my legs are already sore.

I scanned my surroundings and tried to find a way to bust the door or a window so I could get in. Then, I saw a narrow pathway at the side of the warehouse, probably leading to the back. This is starting to feel like a horror movie. But instead of ghosts, I’m being terrorized by a sadistic clown and an overbearing doctor who both happen to be my employers at the moment. 

“What’s that smell?” I scrunched up my nose in grimace, covering my lower face with my arm. It was unpleasantly strong but not the corpse-rotting smell kind of thing, thankfully. It was almost..acidic? Chemicals, perhaps. What the hell are they working on?

I eventually reached the back and didn’t know if I was relieved or disappointed that there was an open doorway. I felt myself shudder at the sight of the dark hallway waiting to envelop me into its black depths. With a hesitant step forward, I made my way inside, making sure my phone’s flashlight was on. 

“No jumpscares please ple–AH!” I stumbled back, almost becoming one with the wall. My pupils quivered as I looked at the source of the sound. Oh, just a rat. I let out an exhale and went on my merry way but not before sending a nasty glare to the rodent. Maybe I can cook it and give it to that fucking clown. 

 I halted, putting my schemes to a pause, when I reached what seemed to be the central area of the warehouse. If I was being honest, it looked more like a small factory.

My nose wrinkled up when that strong acidic stench of chemicals came back. It was even stronger this time. I slowly approached the railings and looked down, finally seeing where it came from. Beneath me was a large vat of chemicals conveniently placed in the very center, its green, glowy substance bubbling up on its surface. 

Curiosity taking over me, I was about to head down when he showed up. His slicked back vibrant green hair stood out inside the dark, enclosed space. The grin on his face stretched further, wrinkling his patchy white skin as his sharp eyes leered at me. You’d think a ‘great’ villain like him would have access to moisturizer but apparently, that’s not the case.

I felt a wave of both unease and resentment before I cleared my throat and straightened up, giving him a strained smile as an attempt at professionalism. “Joker.”

“Oh sweet (name), it’s been so long!” He exclaimed with that ever-permanent smile, his voice grating in my ear.

He took a few strides forward with open arms and pulled me into a suffocating embrace, twirling me around. I felt sick with how affectionate it seemed, stiffening in his hold. After a moment, he let go of me and I immediately took a few steps back, creating an appropriate distance. I managed to hold the bile forming at my throat and gave him a tight smile while avoiding eye contact.

“Silas called me. Said he needed my help in aiding you with…whatever that is. I think. He’s always been vague about this sort of project.” I explained, finally turning my gaze back to him . Joker’s smile seemed to twitch and his eyes sharpened even more at the mention of Silas. 

“Yes..that man is quite a bore, isn’t he? Too organized and uptight. You know, if you worked for me, you wouldn’t be subjected to whatever mundane tasks he bores you with.” He rambled on as he led me further down, touching the small of my back.

“And you wouldn’t?”

“Darling, I’m the Joker.”

We reached an enclosed area with a large window display  that gave us a closer look of the vat of chemicals below. From here, I could see bits of the painted logo that's faded through time. 

‘Ace Chemicals’

I felt my stomach tighten as a wave of unease washed over my rigid form. What the hell is it doing here? The factory was on the other side of the city.

Alarms blared inside my head when I started observing the room. A surgical table sat in the corner of the room with several tools piled next to it as if it was just dumped there.

I whipped around once I sensed him getting closer, stumbling back against a cabinet. I caught a glint of something sharp in his palm. A knife? No.

Fuck.

A shiver of sadistic elation ran through him and with a grin, he said, “Don’t worry. The surgery is just plan B.” 

I immediately bolted into a run, forcing the door open. I rushed through the stairs and darkened hallways, trying to find the way out. In the process, I stepped on several shards of glass that cut through my shoes and into the soles of my feet. A pained cry ripped out of my throat, tears brimming in the corner of my eyes as I limped towards the exit.

ZAP!

I collapsed on the floor, my body twitching as a surge of electrical current coursed through my veins. A small shard of glass sunk into my cheek when I tried to move, causing a whimper to seep out of my lips. 

Heavy, multi-colored boots stopped a few inches away from my face. Harley stood there with a taser resting between her manicured black nails, a manic smile decorating her face that suggested malicious intentions.

I watched as her mouth moved, probably saying one of her stupid signature lines but I couldn't hear it. I felt the sting of the syringe stabbing into my shoulder before everything went black.

"You'll be a great junior. A mini me."

a/n: im back?? I'm very sorry for the long wait and maybe for the mid chapter. I've been really busy and burn out from school that I didn't have the time to focus on the story. I actually finished this chapter way before but I wasn't satisfied by the writing and kept revising it. Still, I hope you guys enjoyed this and since my vacation is almost here, I'll probably take that chance to focus on this account. Also Im sorry to the people not included in the taglist because I've been encountering an error when saving and posting my work.

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Hi everyone! I am sorry for not posting these past months as I've been busy with school and other personal stuff.

I received this earlier today and I would really appreciate it if any of you can extend a helping hand towards Sahar and her family who are now facing the tragedies happening in Gaza. You can click on her profile and you will see a GoFundMe on her account. Every donation counts and I highly encourage spreading this for awareness and to gather more support for her daughter's treatment. I received this earlier today and I would really appreciate it if any of you can extend a helping hand towards Sahar and her family who are now facing the tragedies happening in Gaza. You can click on her profile and you will see a GoFundMe on her account. Every donation counts and I highly encourage spreading this for awareness and to gather more support for her daughter's treatment. I also received another message from two other people from Gaza who are in need of help. Their accounts are @pleasehelpayoosh89 and @mhahmh4. Thank you

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“Don’t you ever want to be more than just a back-alley surgeon?”

“Why so curious?” 

“Because you’re exceptional.”

a/n: a little teaser for chapter five! hopefully, I will be able to post it by the end of this month 🙏🙏

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For Medical Prodigy, which universe is it set in? Batman ‘89: Echoes’ Jonathan is quite cute but I would love to see what your depiction of our lovely fear ridden scarecrow

Hi everyone! I'm sorry for not updating much these past weeks. I've been really busy with school and I didn't have the time to continue writing chapter five of medical prodigy :((

Going back to the question, I am really glad someone mentioned this because I also try to focus on DC's various continuities. I am actually quite new to this community so prior to writing my fics, I do a bit of a background check on the characters and which universe I want to set my story in.

For Batman Echoes, I love that we got more of Scarecrow in it since I consider him as one of my favourite villains and I'm really happy with how they did his character design as well as the depiction of his character (love his dynamic with Harley also). However, I decided on setting 'Medical Prodigy' in the New 52 since I'm more familiar with it. Which means that I also took Jonathan's origin story from that continuity where he was considered a guinea pig and was abused by his father for his fear experiments. His obsession in controlling fear actually stemmed from those tragic experiences so that he wouldn't feel like that ever again.

In Medical Prodigy, I actually took that and added it into the factors on why he grew obsessed with the reader. He lived almost his whole life learning and controlling fear due to his traumatic childhood. And when the reader came in and made him feel things he was unfamiliar with, it evoked a sense of terror within him and he found himself wanting to control it and therefore, wanting to control her.

I am also going to be adding very minor changes to a few characters along with Jonathan for the sake of the plot. This includes his age so the age gap between him and the reader isn't something that would be considered illegal 😅😅. I'd say he'd be around his mid-twenties but I think I will just write it as ambiguous.

I had so much fun talking about this and I look forward to asking more of your questions. I'm not sure when Chapter Five will be released but I assure you that I have started writing it, as well as a .5 chapter and the next part of Little Miss Sherlock. Have a nice day! :DD

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You don’t have to respond to this but I was wondering if you could add me to the medical prodigy tag list please your writing is so good I’m hooked on the story

Yes of course😊😊😊 thank you for enjoying the story🫶🏻

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Medical prodigy is truly a very well written and entertaining piece of literature may i be added to your taglist for future chapters please ?

And thank you from a loyal reader

-Kiyomi-

Thank you very much and I'm so so happy you see it that way! And yes, of course! I'll be editing the taglist just before I post chapter five around next week. Stay tuned everyone💛💛

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I just finished reading th fourth chapter for underground doctor reader and gosh! I need more

Thank you very much for the support🫶🏻🫶🏻! I'm very sorry for the late chapter updates but I'll most likely post chapter five of the medical prodigy around next week. Stay tuned!!

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I was wondering why I couldn’t find those two series lol

Sorry for the late reply😅😅 all those series are not mine and you can find them in @prettiest-thing-in-the-morgue 's blog

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Is there going to be a part 2 to Little Miss Sherlock? If so can I be tagged in it?

Yes, of course! Each chapter will contain different cases and will follow the reader as she navigates her way in Gotham in her little trench coat 😊😊

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Little Miss Sherlock

Synopsis: In which the youngest Wayne finds herself in the middle of Gotham’s most puzzling cases, unbeknownst to her family.

Pairing: Platonic! Batfam x Child!reader

Warnings/Reminders: Batfam being oblivious, slight mention of death, child!reader is mentioned as a female

Alfred hummed a soft tune–a classic from his time, perhaps– as he diligently cleaned the kitchen, keeping things neat and organized. However, it would be a miracle if it would stay that way after a few hours especially in a manor full of problematic yet highly-trained vigilantes.

Alfred huffed in distaste when he remembered the absurd amount of times he woke up to the sound of loud clanking noise or the scent of something unpleasant from inside the kitchen. If the fire won’t kill him, then surely the brain aneurysm that’s forming from their sheer carelessness will.

“Alfred?” A small, gentle voice called out.

Alfred snapped out of his thoughts and turned around to find you looking up at him with a sleepy expression, your bunny plush pressed against your small figure tightly.

“Goodmorning, miss (name). Forgive me, I was not aware that you had woken up. Are you hungry?” He gently scooped you up and perched you on top of one of the bar stools. You hummed, making yourself comfortable on the seat–your bunny now laying down on the kitchen island.

“May I have pancakes, please?” Alfred’s old gaze crinkled with warmth and gave you a nod, quickly preparing you breakfast.

As you waited, Damian stepped inside the kitchen with his usual frown, seating himself beside you. Alfred placed the stack of pancakes in front of you, the expensive china making a ‘clink’ sound once it made contact with the marble of the island. Your eyes lit up at the sight of it and your legs dangled eagerly, immediately devouring it.

“Eat slowly. You’ll choke.” Damian scolded you, helping himself to a cup of tea. Despite his stoic and harsh nature, your older brother still found a way to show his concerns. You mumbled something incoherently under your breath before chewing your food more slowly, a spot of chocolate smudged in the corner of your lips.

Bruce entered holding his mug and newspaper, already in his suit. He ruffled Damian’s hair, making the younger boy scowl before he placed a soft peck on your forehead. You grinned up at your father, your crooked baby teeth making you even more adorable.

“Morning, daddy!” You chirped.

“Morning, sweetheart. Damian, have you studied for your exams?”

Damian scoffed, offended that his father had the audacity to ask. “Do you take me for a fool, father? Don’t compare me to those barbarians in the same classroom as me, of course I did.”

You nodded in agreement, taking your brother’s side with your mouth full of pancakes and cheeks puffed out like a chipmunk. Bruce shook his head, letting out a sigh before smiling at both of you. He lifted you up and twirled you around in the air, your giggles filling the room.

“Oh, my girl. You’ll be like your brother in no time the more you take his side like that. Come on, go pick a dress for today. It’s ‘Take your daughter to work’ day.”

You didn’t hesitate and scurried out of the kitchen, making a beeline for your bedroom. Bruce looked down at his watch, most likely calculating how long it will take both of you to reach Wayne Enterprises–knowing you, he’ll be here for a while.

“Where’s Tim?”

“Drake was drowning himself in caffeine last night.”

“Are you-?! Alfred!”

To the members of the infamous Bats, little (name) Wayne would never hurt a fly–which was somewhat true.

From the skip in her step to her adorable sunny grin that could melt glaciers, no one would bat an eye when she would mysteriously disappear for hours and pop out of nowhere like she never left.

I mean, who would blame them? You were probably off chasing butterflies or playing with the expensive tea set Bruce bought you. They highly doubt that their princess would be involved in suspicious activities. 

You want access to the GCPD’s files? Anything for you. You’re asking if a woman weighing 60 kilograms could survive a fall from a three-story building? Cute. You’re curious on how many doses of cyanide it would take to kill a middle-aged man in a span of two months? You’re such a scholar.

As they moved through the night, Gotham’s very own super detectives were ignorant to the fact that their sweet pea was having her own cases to solve.

And she wouldn’t have it in any other way.

You examined the dress you chose–part of the many collections of designer brands your father gifted to you–and twirled in front of the mirror, practicing your smile.

Satisfied, you skipped out of the room and made your way to the parlor where Bruce was most likely waiting. Passing by Tim’s bedroom, your interest was piqued once you noticed the door open and multiple files displayed on his monitor. Seeing as your brother was very much dead asleep, you perched yourself on his chair and began typing away.  

Just when Bruce stood up from the couch to look for you, you entered the parlor with your usual cheery expression. “I’m ready!”

“Excellent choice of clothing, Young miss. The color makes your eye pop.” Alfred nodded in approval, handing you a small pouch filled with snacks. Your smile widened and gave Alfred a hug before carefully tucking your snacks inside your backpack.

“(name), let’s get going. We don’t want to be late.”

“Okay, daddy!” Running after him, you quickly waved goodbye to Alfred and Damian–who was staring at a plate of brownies like it wronged him. 

As the car pulled out of the Manor’s driveway, a confused Tim woke up to several case files solved with great detail and perfect execution.

a/n: Suddenly got this idea after watching a thriller movie and decided that it would be cute. It's a bit rushed but i hope you all enjoy it :D

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Are you still writing for toddler dami and lone warrior or are those series finished?

Hello! I'm sorry but I'm actually not the author of those series 😅😅 the author is @prettiest-thing-in-the-morgue and their stories are amazing. I suggest you check it out and follow them, that's all thxx🫶🏻🫶🏻

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Deep In The Forest...

Synopsis: In which you flew a kite deep into the forest and everything changed..

Pairing: Yandere! Dark Elf x Human! Reader

Warnings/Reminders: Dark themes, harassment, reader is mentioned to be female, death, gore, mentions of blood, violence, language

“(name)! Don’t go too far! Supper will be ready soon!” A plump, elderly lady called out, watching you run out of the cottage with your kite.

“Yes, Gammy!” 

Your little figure ran through the fields as you held onto the string of your kite, the hem of your dress now muddied with dirt. Soon, you reached the forest. The dark oak trees loomed over you, creating bits of shade from the sun. You carefully avoided any large rocks or logs, jumping through large puddles that formed on the grass. As you went deeper into the forest, the sky was barely visible and only bits of light were shining through the trees.

“Eek!”

You let out a squeak when you fell on your bottom, getting pulled back by the string. You looked up all teary and confused, only to realize that your kite was stuck on one of the branches that was too high up for you to reach. Your lips quivered as your eyes brimmed with tears, a sob coming out of your throat.

Then you heard a twig snap, causing you to turn around swiftly. The sun was already setting which meant it was about to get pitch dark. You slowly got up on your two trembling legs, taking two hesitant steps forward. You wiped away your tears and looked closely. 

Suddenly, a young transcendental creature came into view. His dark–almost bluish– skin was a stark contrast to his light, silvery hair that cascaded down to his back. His pearly white orbs stared down onto your frightened ones. You staggered and fell down when he came closer, his nose and long sharp ears twitching. Tears started running down your plump cheeks again, frozen in your place. Your young mind was so scared and horrified at the situation that you couldn’t make yourself snap and run.

“..p-please don’t hurt me.” You cried, your voice cracking as you spoke.

The creature tilted his head at the sight of your tears and came closer, licking your cheek. You flinched and squirmed away.

“...Mate?” He frowned in disappointment, wondering why you were pulling away. As you tried to crawl away, he noticed a string hanging from one of the branches. He looked up and saw that it was a diamond-shaped..paper? Was it yours?

You got up and dusted away the dirt on your dress, about to run when you heard a loud thud. The creature was crouching down, holding onto his bleeding arm. Your eyes widened when he held up the kite, giving you a very toothy grin..? It looked scary so you couldn’t tell. You bit your inner cheek as you hesitated before taking your kite.

“Thank you…” Your eyes landed on his wound, making you frown in concern.

“You’re bleeding.” The creature just stared at you when you pointed it out. It didn’t hurt for him but knowing you were concerned made him feel a bit warm.

You untied your ribbon and wrapped it around his arm, copying how you saw your grandma tend to an injured stable boy. It was tied rather wonky but it stopped the bleeding. Taking a closer look at the creature, you realized he looked young. Maybe a bit older than you.

Then, you panicked when you noticed how dark and late it was. You were starting to tear up again until the creature took your hand and began to lead you out of the forest.

It took twenty minutes for both of you to reach the cottage, the creature still holding onto your hand tightly. Your hair was all mussed over and your dress was decorated with mud with some specks of it on your face.

The creature gave you a pat on the cheek and before you could speak, he disappeared into the night. The door opens and your grandma lets out a sob of relief.

“Oh! You’re back, thank goodness! Where have you been? I was so worried! Come on, let’s get you cleaned up.” She ushered back inside. You looked back, as if expecting the creature was there. But there was no one.

You carried a bucket of water you fetched from the well. On the way to the cottage, you bumped into the chief’s son, Will. He sent you one of his charming smiles that would send half of the village’s maidens into a frenzy.

“Good morning, Will. What are you doing around these parts?” You smiled, greeting him politely.

“Good morning, (name). Is it a bad thing to take an early stroll? I expected you to be much more happy to see me. I’m a bit disappointed.” He teased, twirling a strand of your hair. Your smile became strained and you shifted away uncomfortably, making him frown for a moment.

“It was nice seeing you, Will. But I’m afraid I have to go. I still have chores to-”

“I’ll come with you. That bucket must be heavy. It won’t be nice of me to leave a pretty girl to carry all that, don’t you think?” He tried to grab the bucket but you shook your head, pulling away.

“No, It’s quite alright.”

“I insist.”

“Will, I assure you that it’s fi-”

You felt a pang of dread when he gripped your wrist tightly, his smile tight and twitching as he came closer.

“Come on, (name). Don’t you want someone to accompany you? I mean, you need all the help you could get now that your grandmother passed away. I can help you..” He caressed your cheek, his touch sending shivers of disgust down your spine.

“..That’s very nice of you, Will. But I’m fine on my own.”

“A lady like you shouldn’t be alone, especially when you live in that shabby cottage. And you work so much too. Don’t you want a husband that could provide for you? I can take care of you in more ways than one, you know.” His grip started to get suffocating, his breath coming into contact with your skin.

You tried not to puke or punch him in the face and ripped your wrist out of his hands, taking a step back.

“I’m really flattered but I’m not really looking to get married so soon.” You politely declined. Will scoffed and furrowed his brows in frustration.

“Don’t be naive, (name). What life plans do you have that are more important? You’re young and beautiful. No man will desire you if you keep on refusing proposals. You don’t want to grow up an old maid, do you? Marry me and I’ll give you a life better than this.” He persisted, grabbing onto your waist and making you drop the bucket. You placed your hands on his chest, trying to push him away but to no avail. 

Suddenly, a strange force pulled him back and made him trip on the slippery rock. You staggered back, caught off guard. Did you do that? He grunted in pain and gave you a vicious glare, struggling to get back up.

“You bitch! You’ll fucking regret that-”

You didn’t listen to the rest of his words and ran back to the cottage, locking yourself in.

“My father’s the chief! I’ll fucking ruin your life for this, (name)! You hear me, you whore?!”

You panted as you ran through the woods, desperately trying to get away from the angry mob chasing after you with their torches and pitchforks. Who knew rejecting Will would get yourself into this situation? The bastard spread rumors around the village that you were a witch and the word eventually reached the church. 

You cried in pain when you stepped on glass, the shard now protruding through your foot. A sob ripped through your throat but you kept going, limping away as fast as you could. Your muddied dress was now sticking onto your body and visible blood splatters were on it. You could hear the mob getting closer and you started to feel helpless, not knowing where to go. You were tired and in pain. 

You stopped when you reached a small clearing, slumping against a large rock. All you could feel was the pain on your foot and the ringing in your head. Your heart was pounding on your chest while you tried to calm your breathing down. As the mob approached closer, your sight started to blur and your eyes were becoming too heavy.

“..huh?”

You opened your eyes and you were met with the same pearly white orbs you’ve seen when you were a child. He was huge and much more intimidating than he was when you first met. He held you close to his chest, offering warmth and security. The villagers let out a gasp, horrified at the sight of the creature. Many stepped back and the others made a run for it.

“It’s the devil!” One of the nuns exclaimed, falling down to her knees. The others fell in suit, crying as they begged for forgiveness to their god. The priest stood firm and took out his cross and started to throw holy water at the creature. But alas, it was no use. 

“You dare lay your hands on my mate? Utterly unacceptable. Pay the consequences with your death, puny humans.” He buried your face into his chest and raised his hand.

All of it took a single minute and there was silence.

You slowly looked back and you gagged at the horrific sight of mangled and decapitated bodies. The clearing was bathed in blood and there was no spot left unstained. 

“..shh.” He ran his long, sharp fingers through your hair, pressing a soft kiss on your forehead. He could see how terrified you are, realizing how fragile humans were when it came to violence. His lips formed a frown, feeling bad for letting you witness everything.

He made a vow to keep you out of harm’s way, even if it meant locking you inside his home. His parents always reminded him to care for his mate and prioritize your health and safety. Which is why he kept a close watch on you over the years ever since that day, witnessing you grow into a gorgeous young woman. He even fed that rotten boy to the wolves when he sent those humans after you. 

Don’t worry now. You’ll be safe with him. You will love your new life. And once you’ve adjusted accordingly, he’ll lay his claim on you properly. Soon, there will be little ones running around and you’ll give him a family like the good little mate you are.

“Let us head home, my mate.”

a/n: This was kind of rushed but i enjoyed writing it. This is my first take in monster romance and i hope you guys like it! Looking forward to writing similar stories in the future :DD