˖✦ ݁˖· ─ I should've come.
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Batfam x neglected!child!reader x fnaf
𝓐 /𝓝 : tbh I'm not really sure what to feel with this, I'm like; am I satisfied with this or nah? But I'm also like, it'll do 🥀 But since I decided not to finish the story yet, I'll be making part 3 (which I am excited abt and already have ideas for it)!!!
𝓦𝓪𝓻𝓷𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓼 : child neglect, mentions of blood, dead body, crushed bones, reader's pronounce are she/her, animatronics, some bad explanations (especially when Tim hacks, can't really elaborate it), cursing
The animatronic swallowed you whole — bones cracking, some blood splattered as your body got poorly stuffed in Circus Baby's stomach.
The smell of metallic blood reeks off from Circus Baby, making the atmosphere in the room heavy.
William Afton strolled into the room, his footsteps slow with a wicked grin on his face. He inevitably knew or hoped that this party would get a child stuffed in the stomach of the animatronic he created.
A private party for the billionaire's daughter with her friends, a chance of having one of them in the room alone with Circus Baby.
But what he didn't anticipate is that it will be you who gets killed.
He can get away with murders such as his own youngest son, the death of Charlie Emily, other kids… It's easy, to say the least. But with you? Fuck no. You're the daughter of a billionaire who can control the whole city if he wants. And if he ever finds out his daughter was gone…
As he made his way to the stage across the room, he noticed some glass pieces — leading under a table.
He moved, bending down to see a camera slightly covered with blood. He took it. It was still working despite the impact that it had, and its recording.
He turned to the stage, chuckling. “Clever girl yet so stupid!” He laughed as the camera slowly got crushed in his hands.
Looks like he needs to bury someone again.
After cleaning up in the pizzeria — getting your body out of the storage tank, cleaning the blood stains, trying to hide the heavy scent of blood, all doing this in just an hour — William drove off in his car with your body and broken camera around your crooked neck in the trunk.
He drove to the outskirts of the crime city to the woods.
Gotham City. A perfect yet dangerous place to open his pizzeria. No one would suspect that much, crimes and lunatics like him lingered around — his chances of getting caught are low.
A children's attraction made it even better. Children would want to go somewhere fun in this dangerous city. And with the advanced funtime animatronics, it's easier to take children. Parents wouldn't dare to suspect the animatronics but rather a crooked kidnapper.
The only dangerous thing he saw in the city was Batman and his birds. So he made sure to not lure children often so as to not attract his attention.
The car stopped. William got out in a hurry, opened the trunk, and grabbed the shovel besides your body in a trash bag.
He dug up an enormous amount of dirt to hide your body deep underground. After his hard work on digging, he carried your body — crushed, bleeding, and broken — then he tossed you into the pit.
No grave, no flowers, no family — just dirt upon you.
Alfred truly regretted leaving you alone on your birthday. He was the only one that doesn't neglect you — a young child who needs attention, love, and care. Yet, Batman needs assistance instead of tending to something more important: you.
It was occasionally that Batman came out in daytime, as he mostly came out in the night. But duty calls, and he couldn't let this one get away.
Apparently, the others were occupied with their own missions and cases to help Bruce and Tim. Dick is still in Blüdhaven, his civilian job being a police officer. Stephanie and Cass have their own mission somewhere across the state, leaving Alfred and Barbara to operate the Batcave whilst keeping in touch with Bruce.
Alfred constantly glanced at his watch. 4:49 pm. It had been at least two and a half hours since you went to the pizzeria. It made him worry. The parents haven't texted or called him for the past hour to update him on what's going on.
Maybe you were just having fun? The manager — William Afton — informed him through the phone that there's an indoor playground where children can play, even a few arcade games.
Yes, maybe you're having fun, hopefully.
“It's all done,” Batman's gruff voice echoed through the headphones. “Track down the—”
His voice became distant as Alfred paid attention to the phone ringing beside him. “Pardon me, Master Bruce, might Barbara assist you for a moment?”
“Thank you,” He stood up, feeling Barbara's curious gaze at him as he answered the phone.
“Mrs. Sinclair, done with the party? If so, I'll drive there to pick her up—”
“W-Well, uh… Mr. Pennyworth, you see—” her voice radiated off nervousness, he could even hear some murmurs in the background. He did not like the feeling he's having.
“Is there any trouble, Ma'am?” Alfred asked, hoping that the answer would be no and that everything is alright.
“I — uh, we're so sorry, Mr. Pennyworth,” He raised a brow, concern flooding through him. “[name] went to the bathroom, and, well… she — she disappeared out of nowhere.”
Alfred, by this horrible news, went pale-faced. “Whatever do you mean?”
“She's gone! We can't find her —”
“Have you called the police?”
“Yes! They're on their way— oh! They're here already,” police sirens came into his hearing, making him sigh in relief. However, the police wouldn't be enough. They'd take ages for you to be found.
“I'll be right there.” He hung up, marching straight to the batcomputer with urgent steps. “Alfred?” Barbara tried to gain his attention, but he just merely ignored her as he wore the headphones back on.
“Master Bruce, this is urgent, important if you will.” Alfred was already fed up with the way the family is acting.
“It might have to wait,” Batman grunted as he jumped off from a building in pursuit of someone, along with Robin. “We're in the middle of a—”
“I'm not asking for Batman. I'm asking for Bruce, miss [name]’s father as she needs you! Your own daughter is missing, possibly kidnapped or worse and yet you find her of no importance.” He bursted out with a stoic expression. “I've raised you better than this, Bruce.”
He came to a halt, panting. “What?”
Tim came to a stop as well, having heard of the news, looking back and forth to the villain they were chasing. However, the bomb that Alfred dropped became their main priority now.
“You heard me right, Master Bruce. Miss [name] is missing, and on her birthday nevertheless.”
Barbara's mouth agaped. Birthday? She swore she heard your voice faintly talking about someone's birthday, but she didn't expect it to be yours. Was she that busy? That occupied to not pay you any mind?
“Are the police there?” She asked, finally gaining the attention of Alfred. “Yes, they just arrived. And I expect you two to come home as well, not as Batman and Robin.”
Alfred left the manor in a blur. Barbara has never seen him so… uncomposed. She couldn't blame him, really. In fact, she blames herself for not paying attention enough. She should've known. All her years of being an intelligent woman surrounded by computers and vigilantes, she should've noticed the pained expression on your face and the date today.
With shaking hands, she grabbed her phone and opened her contacts.
“Hello? Babs?” Dick's voice snapped her out of her dazed state. “Dick! Oh god, this shouldn't have hap—”
“Hey, hey, calm down. What's wrong? Did something happen? And don't tell me that Bruce—”
“[name] is missing!” She blurted out, finding it unnecessary for her to loop the conversation when it will just lead to one thing.
“... What do you mean?” His voice — now quieter and slightly concerned — asked.
Blüdhaven Police Department gets little to no rest with crimes lurking around, like every other police department. But at this time of hour, everything seems to go dull for Dick Grayson.
After Barbara's call, he immediately grabbed his coat and stood up from his seat.
He passed by to some other officers, all whispering and talking about one thing: the daughter of Bruce Wayne going missing.
Droplets of sweat formed on his forehead as his movements began to quicken.
How did he forget that it was your birthday today?
Ever since you were brought to the manor he has always been there to celebrate. Your first birthday, second, third, fourth… Was he there on your fifth birthday? He can't remember. But he swears that he was there… or was it someone else's?
Oh. That was the year when Jason passed.
He had been mourning the loss of his brother, but was ignoring you really necessary? He reflected back in the past. He had left the manor after a fight with Bruce in the Batcave, not even leaving you a note.
“Shit,” he cursed to himself, feeling the guilt and pressure on his chest. Guilt from ignoring a little child like you, who needed him — the big brother. Pressure that he could already feel; he needed to find you.
Rain poured from the grey clouds, thunder constantly lightened the sky. Press and some Paparazzi were present in front of the glowing pizzeria, even surrounding the car that Bruce and Tim were in.
“Mr. Wayne! A word please,” one reporter tried to get his attention through the police's restricting force.
“Mr. Wayne! Why is your daughter all alone on her birthday?”
“Mr. Wayne, any idea of who could have done this?”
Ignoring the amount of news reporters, paparazzi, and press around him, he waltzes into the pizzeria along with Tim, who observes the place with keen eyes.
“Master Bruce,” Alfred motioned him towards the police he's talking to. “Alfred,” he nodded towards the Butler.
“Mr. Wayne,” the police started. “We have spoken with everyone in the building, including your daughter’s friends and their parents. However, they all said the same thing, or at least, the parents.”
“And that is?” Bruce’s face went calmly serious.
“Well, the parents said that your daughter went to the bathroom all by herself at the time of 3:28 pm. Your daughter told Mrs. Smith that she can catch up to the group, but she never came. Although, the group said that they heard a scream of some sort. The same thing has been said by the staff who roamed around the pizzeria.” He finished.
A scream? Bruce thought, his mind betraying him by different scenarios of his little girl in danger.
“We inspected the area multiple times. But we sadly found nothing; it's either someone kidnapped her and hid their tracks or something else happened entirely.” The police added, making Bruce's eyes wander throughout the room.
“Well, whoever took her was bold.” The voice of his eldest son joined in the conversation. Dick strided towards the pair, standing near Bruce. “Dick Grayson,” The police nodded, acknowledging the presence of another police officer.
“Agreed,” Bruce nodded in agreement with Dick. “Do the best you and your units can. However, do not let further investigations go public as it is. I'll assist the force however I can; I'll gather up some detectives and such to help.”
While Bruce spoke with the police officer once they got inside the pizzeria, Tim peeled himself away from the old man to investigate the place himself.
He knew he shouldn't have shut the door on you a few days ago — that he should have paid attention to you more. Before Bruce adopted him into the family, Tim was an only child. He didn't know how to properly interact with someone at least a decade younger than him, especially someone like you — an adorable little girl with nothing but sweetness and innocence in your eyes. Such are rare in this horrible world.
Despite being an only child, he eventually got along well with the others. More so than you to the point that he felt unmotivated to talk to you. At first interaction and the second when he got into the manor, your child-like wonder and sweetness made him nervous. He might say something that can destroy those and make you uncomfortable, realizing the world is not filled with rainbows and good people.
So he stopped interacting with you for the most part, only talking when needed, such as when being asked. But due to him being the new Robin, developing new skills, and helping out Bruce in detective cases — he felt exhausted, forgetting about you.
It's stupid and he knows it.
But his absence doesn't mean he doesn't care about you. He does in a way he doesn't really show it that much — in words and in action.
With you now missing all of a sudden made him realize the consequence of their actions. Of course someone might take you away at your most vulnerable moment, a Wayne's head can cost millions or billions if they price it.
Now, he observes the area — his eyes roamed around every inch and corner of the room. His feet led him to another room, slightly dim with the lights out. It has tables — long ones with chairs fit for children, some balloons here and there, and lastly, the stage. It was the only one with light, centered at one thing: Circus Baby.
The animatronic is fascinating, but not nearly as fascinating as the advanced technology that they have access to such as in the Batcave, or in the Justice League.
Circus Baby was a large, humanoid clown animatronic with orange-red hair in pigtails, a pale face with rosy cheeks, e/c eyes, blue eyebrows, and red lips in a wide smile. She stood still, unmoving.
Some might think she's creepy with the way she looks and smiles, but she was rather adorable — like you.
But what made him get closer, was the eyes. It looked too familiar; but he couldn't point out what.
“Master Tim?” Alfred called out, walking inside the spacious, dim room. He walked closer, eyeing the place. “Hey, Alfred. I'm just — I'm just looking for something out of place.” Tim responded, his eyes moving away from the animatronic.
His observant eyes moved from table to table, to under the tables, slightly bending his knee to look underneath — in any case that he missed something.
Alfred turned his head to the animatronic on stage, narrowing his eyes. The eyes of the animatronic closely resembled yours, the hues were just right. He felt it again, the strange feeling, but he doesn't know what kind.
As for Tim, his eyes landed beneath the table in front of the stage. Nothing seems to be out of the norm. But further inspecting the black and white floor, there was a slight stain on it. In the naked eye, anyone can miss this little detail.
All the days and nights he has been working with Batman can't compare to any police force or investigation.
Footsteps entered the room. Bruce and Dick's eyes landed on the eye-catching animatronic. And like Alfred and Tim, they can't help but stare at the eyes of Circus Baby.
Bruce knew he wasn't the ideal type of father — always present and normal. The death of his second son a year and a half ago broke him, and he knew he was to blame for being too late.
His incompetence of being present to his only blood daughter's of life led him to where he is now: cooperating with the police (even though he can take the matter to hand), searching, and investigating for his missing daughter.
He knew he shouldn't have guilt and sorrow get through him, especially when you were there.
The beacon of his hope and light was always you. The moment your mother gave up on you was the moment he decided that a precious thing like you deserves the world. Everything you could ever want as a child, he made sure you got it. Whether it be gifts, or just his love.
You're the chance to start fatherhood again, having adopted Dick and Jason when they were big enough to learn that the world is full of wickedness.
But when your soft little fingers curled around his calloused ones — he cried.
What did he do to deserve you? And why did he let you get away?
Your eyes were another thing that he loves. You always looked at him with eyes full of love like he was the best person in the world. Because for a little child like you, he is.
Maybe that's why he can't seem to tear his gaze at the eyes of animatronic that held the same e/c eyes as his daughter.
“Do you guys smell that?” Dick sniffed like a dog sniffing his owner's scent. He got closer to the animatronic on stage, the odor getting stronger.
“The workers said that there were some gas leaks of some sort earlier, Master Dick.” Alfred answered, but he didn't really believe that there were gas leaks in a newly opened pizzeria. “Doesn't smell like one.” Bruce went closer to the animatronic, stepping up the stage along with Dick.
Before they come to a conclusion with the smell that they often sniff in the night, Tim moved the table slightly to take a closer look at the ground, opening up his phone's flash light. “Look over here.”
Dick turned his head, gazing at what Tim had discovered before walking up to him. He bent down next to Tim, his fingertips lightly touched the ground.
It looked like a normal stain in any other eye — just a speck of food stain. But to them, this was blood. “Get some, we need DNA of whoever's blood is this.” Dick instructed.
It was about at least 3 hours since you went missing.
The manor with its usually quiet and cold atmosphere felt heavy — tensioned in a bad way, because everyone was in chaos.
Jason had arrived about an hour ago, waiting in the Batcave with Barbara. His fist tightened that his knuckles turned white, jaw clenched.
And when he saw Bruce, he immediately lunged at him.
Now here they were. Bruce had a light scar and bruise on his face because of Jason's attack, while Jason remained standing near the Batcomputer — unscathed — as he waited for the DNA results.
“You only had one job, Bruce.” His name came out of Jason's mouth like poison. They weren't on good terms at the moment, especially learning of Bruce's negligence to his own daughter. His sweetest little girl.
“And yet you failed, again.”
Bruce knew his terrible mistake, and truly regretted it that he let his second son punch him.
“Fighting will do us no good,” Dick stepped in. “We have one priority right now, [name].”
Everybody grew quiet, except for the sounds of the keyboards from Barbara and Tim, each having their own research. “Got it.”
The results showed what they feared; [name] Wayne's blood.
Bruce's face went pale. His daughter got hurt.
“No, no, no—” Dick repeated, it was unacceptable for him. “Maybe it just malfunctioned, try it again.”
“Dick, I've made sure that the answers are accurate. There's just… nothing wrong.” Barbara hated to admit the truth, that something might have happened to you.
“Does the place have CCTV?”
“Negative, Master Bruce. I've already asked, the stage room doesn't have one.” Alfred answered, placing a tray of tea down.
“‘Course that fucking building doesn't have one.” Jason muttered angrily.
In truth, he has been suspecting the pizzeria for a week. He often patrolled through the city at night, and when that pizzeria opened, he swore he had seen a glimpse of something moving from the shadows. He didn't get a chance to properly investigate, since he told himself that there was a security guard there.
But he wished that he had investigated further. And if something was dangerous there, he could have stopped it. And prevented your disappearance.
And he wished that he had gone back to the manor to explain his own disappearance from you. But his envy and anger made him distant, thinking that since Tim has replaced him as Robin, you have replaced him as your big brother Jay. However, when Alfred told him the negligence of the family, he almost cried out of frustration.
“Well, this is deeply concerning.” Tim said out loud, breathes getting heavy as he typed on his computer.
Everyone turned to him. “What is?” Barbara asked. “I'll send it to you.”
The batcomputer replaced the DNA results with an article about Fazbear Entertainment.
There were numerous theories and articles that people made about Fazbear Entertainment's pizzerias. The first one they read was about Fredbear's Family Diner and how it closed, then another one, then another one.
Theories by theories, article by article — they slowly got to a conclusion that something or someone lurks about the pizzeria. That someone killed some children. It made their own blood run cold of the thought that someone might have—
No. They can't think of that.
Then, Tim found the latest one that came out yesterday about Circus Baby's Pizza World. The article contained good reviews despite the odd smell.
But what caught them by surprise was the color of Circus Baby's eyes. They were blue, not e/c.
11:17 pm, almost eight hours of your disappearance.
After discussing what to do, they came to a conclusion to investigate the place at night. But they needed to wait until the very late hour — painfully so.
“Miss [name] always has a camera with her,” Alfred suddenly spoke, breaking the silence. They turned to look at him. “I gifted it to her last year because she always took my phone to take pictures and videos of her daily life. That maybe one day — when you realize your mistake of ignoring her — she could show you.”
He sets the tea down with a sigh. “She said that since you're all missing out in her life lately, she thought of documenting her life. And then she would show you as to not miss out.”
That sent a pang of great guilt. It hurts more than a physical punch — but as the saying goes, words hit harder.
“And where is it?” Bruce asked, hoping that Alfred at least had some memory card.
And just like that, they watched. Alfred has at least two memory cards saved with him if ever this moment would come. The family's eyes were glued on the TV.
“I'm gonna show this to daddy when he gets home!” Your cheerful figure made Bruce smile as you focused the camera on the letter you made for him. Tears threatened to prickle down his cheeks as he never got it — realizing that he had ignored you that day.
“I haven't seen big brother Jay in a while… It makes me sad.” You confessed on your daily stroll in the garden.
“Hmm… My day didn't really turn out great. Big brother Dick hasn't visited much in a while.” You pouted in the video as you played with your stuffed toy.
“These flowers are so pretty! I'll take some to decorate big sissy’s hair.” You referred to Barbara in one of the videos as you bought some flowers with Alfred.
“Big sis said she's busy working, maybe next time.” You said sadly as you placed the flowers on the aisle table.
“I have a new big brother! He's so cool! And smart!” You cheered in your bedroom.
“I'm gonna help Alfred bake cookies as a treat for everyone!”
“I miss me and daddy's father-daughter bonding…”
“I'm confused, why don't they want to spend time with me?”
Almost in all of the videos you took, you confessed what you felt in your daily life. A little child who coped by herself, neglected by your own family.
All of them were in tears and on the verge of it. And when the time came for them to leave, they immediately wore their respective suits and took off.
They need to find you quickly.
And when they do, they'll apologize. Spend time with you and do all the things you wanted to do with them.
Tim stayed in the manor with Barbara. He honestly believes that there was at least a control room of some sort in the place, so he stayed to hack into the place using the advanced tech in the Batcave.
While Barbara monitored and kept in touch with the three of them, Tim swiftly worked his way into hacking the system of the pizzeria.
Bruce, Dick, and Jason surrounded the pizzeria. Jason has taken out the security night guard, taking his anger out on him. And here they are again, inside the stage room with Circus Baby — unmoving like a statue.
“The smell is gone.” Dick mentioned. Earlier when they were here, the smell towards the animatronic was strong — metallic. A smell they often face with their night duties. "Someone must have cleaned it up while were gone." Bruce responded.
Dick went up the stage again, observing her.
“I've contacted one of the parents in the party, they confirmed that Circus Baby's eyes were blue when they left the room.” Alfred's voice echoed in their head. After looking at the article from earlier, Alfred took it upon himself to call the parents. “When they searched for Miss [name] in the stage room minutes after, her eyes were already e/c.”
“I'll go check out the place.” Jason informed them, walking out of the room armed with his weapons.
Dick nodded, slightly bending down to take a closer look of the animatronic's stomach where it lightly smelled of blood. In his years of being Robin and now Nightwing, the smell of blood always went through his nose.
“Yeah? Find anything yet?” Tim responded through the earpiece device. “Can you scan this animatronic?”
With that, Tim began his work. It didn't take him long to get the analysis and blueprints of Circus Baby. But what he read was shocking for him.
“Dick, get away from that thing.”
Bruce looked over, raising a brow.
“She's a fucking killing machine! She has a claw inside her stomach that comes out whenever someone's near. Avoid being near her—!”
The animatronic jerked, making Dick back away and off the stage. The gears and mechanics hissed as they presumed she activated, then she finally sets her eyes on Batman and Nightwing.
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