˖✦ ݁˖· ─ Why didn't daddy come with me?
Batfam x neglected!child!reader x fnaf
𝓐 /𝓝 : I've had this idea for some time now and it won't let my mind rest, so I just gotta write it down before it disappears in my mind and also bc I can't focus on studying bc of this. Might make a part 2 once exam week is over hehe
𝓦𝓪𝓻𝓷𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓼 ! : child neglect, mentions of blood, animatronics, batfam being neglectful, kinda rushed writing
Alfred Pennyworth considered himself as the grandfather of little miss [name] ever since Bruce Wayne found out that he has a child, adopting you when your mother abandoned you.
Bruce Wayne was a good father to you, constantly there for you, plays with you, and even comforts you in the nights where dreams plague your mind. For your birthday, he gives you ridiculous gifts and things a toddler or child could possibly dream of.
Dick is another member of the family — the big brother. Alfred told you that he was so delighted to have a baby sister when you were brought in the Manor. Unlike Bruce, he was always there, never leaving your side. You want to play? He's there with a bunch of new toys. Color with him? He already has so many coloring books for you two to try.
As for Barbara, she was so happy to have another girl in the Manor. She often braided your hair, styled you, and stuck around you along with Dick. She even called you an intelligent child, that maybe someday you can challenge her own intelligence.
Like Dick, he's also delighted, but not to Dick's level of happiness. He lingered, teaching you some tricks and making you laugh. He's the playful big brother to you. Always making you laugh, sneaking around the kitchen at night — even though you two get caught.
They all suddenly stopped.
It had been three years since they spent time with you properly.
Bruce became distant, Dick no longer visits you much, Barbara became busy, and Jason — you don't know where he is.
Alfred assured you that your father, brother, and sister were just a little busy at the moment and that they will eventually come around and spend some time with you.
But when you run up to your father when he enters the huge doors of the Manor — greeting him and clinging to his leg — he dismisses you, saying that he was too tired to play.
That's what he always says for the past three years.
As for Dick, you often tell Alfred to call him on the phone so you could talk to him. But oftentimes, your voice just goes to his voice mail.
You tried to spend time with your older sister, Barbara, but she was too busy to even respond to you.
Saddened by their sudden distance to you, you asked Alfred with teary eyes if something was wrong. He couldn't bear to see you like that, so he told you that everything will be alright.
Then you asked about Jason, to which he didn't reply. He doesn't know how to tell you that he's gone without you throwing into a fountain of tears.
Maybe he was just on a trip! A vacation! You convinced yourself.
Then, a month later came a fourteen year old boy, Tim Drake.
You were going to greet your father as always, when you saw him, instantly smiling and waving. This time, Bruce acknowledged your presence by simply introducing you to him, saying that this boy is gonna be your big brother.
By this exciting news, you practically lunged your little body at your new big brother, hugging him. His body went stiff, awkwardly reciprocating your hug.
You thought that maybe they would spend some time with you now. They don't look that busy anymore!
Tim spent time with you, asking some basic questions like what's your favorite color? That was a great start for you. But one day, you didn't see him around the Manor until late at night to the early mornings. Then he became distant, often in his room or somewhere else.
You felt sad by this. You wondered how they were always so busy all of a sudden.
And then someone new arrived as well. A blonde girl, probably near Tim's age. Stephenie.
She was like a female version of Dick, all smiles and hugs when you met her. It made you miss your eldest brother dearly, along with Jason. Your time with Stephanie went great, you two laughed, played, and spent time together. But you knew it wouldn't last, since she slowly grew a bit distant.
How silly of you to think they'll have time for you. They're all grown, and you're just a little kid.
Weeks ago, you kept telling them about your birthday so they could celebrate it with you. They said yes, bluntly. And even though the response was cold, your eyes glimmered with hope.
But no. All hope and dreams came crashing down when your fifth birthday arrived.
So here you are, with Alfred — the only one in the family that sees you. The cake mainly went untouched, just a small piece of it gone for the two people to eat.
You sighed. “Why won't they come…?”
Putting a hand on your small back, Alfred once again tried to reassure you. “I'm sure they'll come, miss [name].”
In all honesty, Alfred is tired of reassuring you. He felt that it wasn't enough. Your sad tears challenged him whenever they ignored you. He have concerned the neglectful attitude of the family to Bruce, but he was still engrossed to mourning his second child, forgetting about you entirely.
Alfred gave you a camera for your birthday, since you always took his phone to take pictures and take videos of things, mainly recording your life so that you can show Bruce and your siblings what they have been missing, so they could catch up.
Everyday, you hold the camera. To your school, to even small walks or errands with Alfred. You record and take pictures of your life, often talking — informing what you feel, where you are, and stuff.
And one day, a Pizzeria opened up in the gloomy city of Gotham.
Circus Baby’s Pizza World
It attracted many people, mainly children, families, and some freshly new teenagers.
And you, being five years old going to six years old, grew curious about it. One of your classmates mentioned it to you, saying that they went there and it was super fun.
With your upcoming birthday in a few days, you used it as an excuse to Alfred to go there with him and your friends. You'll invite your father and siblings of course, but you doubt that they'll come anyway.
However, by your sudden proposal to go there, Alfred sadly has duties to Batman at that time where you wanna go. Of course, he couldn't tell you that, you know nothing of it.
But your pleading eyes and insistence made him sigh and call one of your friend’s parents to accompany you. Alfred informs them that he'll handle everything financially and might try to convince the pizzeria to have the place all for yourself and your friends.
While he talks through the phone, you run off to your father's office. You knocked until you heard him saying “come in”. You pushed the door open, running to him.
“Daddy! A special day is coming —”
“And?” He didn't even look at you, he only stared at the papers in his hand.
You felt so small in his presence, intimidated by your own father due to the rift in your relationship. “Well… it's gonna be my birthday! I — uhm…” you fiddled with your fingers, trying to find the right words to say to him. Maybe if you manage to at least say something good, he might come. “Can you please come with me? It's in the new pizzeria that opened —!”
“I'm a bit busy, [name]. Go ask your siblings to come with you.” As if he didn't hear the word ‘birthday’. And as always, he dismissed her.
Then you went to Tim's room.
“Timmy!” You knocked, then knocked again when he didn't answer.
And at the fifth knock, he opened the door with a tired look as always — eye bags stretched under his eyes as he looked down at you with a raised brow. As if seeing you made him lose the tiny amount of energy in him.
“Can you come with me to the new pizzeria? It's my birthda—”
“No, [name],” he sighed, exhausted. “I have too many things to do, and I'm exhausted, can't you see?”
All excitement died down as you looked at the ground. “Oh, sorry.”
You asked the girls. Barbara shook his head, saying that she had something important to do. And Stephanie said that she might hang out with Cassandra — the new member of the family.
She was quiet and never really interacted with you, only acknowledging your presence by a nod or a quick glance.
Since you haven't heard of Jason and the family's constant avoidance of answering you about him, the last person you could ask was Dick.
And as always, he was probably in Blüdhaven. When you went back to Alfred, you asked him to make a call.
But to your dismay, it ended up in his voice mail again. This must be at least the 35th time. “Hi, big brother! My birthday is coming up! Uhm… I know you're busy and I'm probably disturbing you — but can you please come with me to Circus Baby’s Pizza World? The others can't come so I figured you could…? I'm going there at 2 pm, see you there!”
The day came for your birthday.
Alfred spent the entire morning celebrating your birthday with you while the others… overslept as you know of. He baked a birthday cake for you, just how you like it.
Then when the afternoon came, you dressed in comfortable clothing fit for a birthday girl yet comfortable enough to move around freely.
“I'm ready!” You excitedly exclaimed.
Alfred smiled, kneeling to your level. “You look adorable as always, miss [name].”
The pizzeria looks so vibrant in contrast to Gotham. Inside, chairs and long tables with party decorations were arranged nicely. Your friends sat on either side of you, their parents on one side talking to each other.
Suddenly, the lights started to dim. “The show will begin momentarily. Everyone please stay in your seats.” The voice, an eerily calm one cut through the dark.
A single light focused on the stage. And as the curtains of the stage opened up, Circus Baby came into view, singing a birthday song.
Your friends shrieked in delight, clapping at the animatronic and saying happy birthday to you.
You smiled, happy that you can celebrate here. But through the smile and laughter you share with your friends, a pang of sadness struck you. Their family was here, unlike yours.
After eating pizza and some other foods, a staff member informed all of you to go to another location in the building — a mini playground. All of you were excited and hurriedly went there, but you stopped in your tracks, holding onto one of your friend's parents.
“Uhm, I need to go to the bathroom for a moment.” You shyly confessed. “Oh, of course dear. Do you want me to go with you?”
You shook your head, saying you'll catch up to the group.
Hurriedly, you sprinted to the nearest bathroom. And by the time you went out, all of them were already in the other room.
You followed suit, but your footsteps grew heavy, as if not wanting to leave yet. The room was slightly dimmed, but the stage lighting remained on the star of the stage — Circus Baby.
You turned to look at it again. Mesmerized by the animatronic. Her head constantly moved, her blue eyes observing the room and eventually landed on you. She tilted her head, and you laughed lightly at how cute the animatronic looks.
Your own legs began to move before you could even process what was happening. Grabbing your camera encircled around your neck, you took it off around you and started recording as you went closer.
She looked down at your little figure as you climbed up the stage, slowly stepping closer.
“Pretty…” you mumbled in awe, and wondered if your own father would give you something marvelous like this, if he would even remember.
You stepped back with a gasp as her stomach opened. “Ice Cream?” A claw extended towards you with an ice cream. Your eyes sparkled as you managed to mutter a ‘wow’ by how well equipped she was.
“Thank you!” You stepped closer, extending your hand to take the ice cream.
But suddenly, she started to shake uncontrollably, dropping the ice cream from the claw. You stepped back, afraid as you clung to your camera. Did you accidentally break it? But you didn't do anything wrong! Maybe you should run, yes, run.
You went to run off the stage, but the metal claw pierced through your back, trapping your waist in its claws and pulling you towards her stomach. You screamed, terrifyingly so that it echoed almost throughout the building before it stopped permanently.
The camera laid on the ground under a table, having been tossed — almost broken yet still alive and recording with bits of blood staining it.
Guess Bruce Wayne won't get greeted by his daughter anymore.
