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pairings: yandere!bruce wayne x male!reader (ft. platonic yandere!batkids)
summary: as the last preparations for his son's first gala appearance are being finalised, Bruce Wayne meets a handsome florist that challenges his perception of love and destroys the foundation of who Bruce truly is. One meeting leaves him wanting more and more. As Bruce spends more time with (name), he finds himself on the path of self-discovery and feeling darker than the filthiest alleyways in Gotham.
tags/warnings: dead dove: do not eat, age gap (bruce is in his late 30s/early 40s, reader before his 30th birthday), toxic relationships, power imbalance ( employer-employee relationship), potential smut, dubcon and noncon (though noncon is only mentioned, not actually written out), reader works with flowers and plants in general, obsessive behaviour, possessiveness, gore, murder, kidnapping, drugging, alcohol usage, forced parental figures (?), both bruce and reader are bisexual and bruce doesn't know how to deal with it
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Almost a week had passed with Bruce nowhere in sight when he finally brought up needing help from Alfred. You kept putting it off as much as you could, hoping like a fool that Bruce would visit you while you worked.
You barely noticed that Bruce hadn't come by the gardens the first few days he was gone. You were too occupied by the flower bulbs. It was only when the delivery of the trees you ordered came and dropped them off, the thought of asking Bruce about helping you crossed your mind, and you'd realized that you hadn't seen him in a while.
When you asked Alfred about Bruce's whereabouts, the butler explained that he was away from work, and he couldn't give you the exact date of his return. You didn't bring up needing help, thinking that the trees should survive in their planters those few days that Bruce was away.
If anyone asked you, you didn't even know why you insisted on waiting for him to help you.
Or why were you so relieved when he walked out of the manor a day after you brought up needing help?
"Thank you for coming out to help me, Mr Wayne!" you smiled as you greeted Bruce.
"I already told you to call me Bruce," he reminded you, trying to sound playful, but he felt like the way his body was tensed made it obvious.
"Right, sorry," you chuckled, ignoring the feeling of warmth rushing to your cheeks. "With your help today I should be able to finish the gardens by the end of the next week."
Damian managed to overhear how much they had left to push him and Bruce together. Despite not being fully sure how he feels about his father's interest in you, Damian still shared the news with the group chat.
By the next day, they came up with a perfect plan to get you and Bruce to spend time alone outside of him helping you out in the gardens. A private dinner just for the two of you sounds much more romantic than moving dirt around in sweat and grime. Before they did anything, Cass reminded them that both you and Bruce were more likely to decline if they admitted that it would be just the two of you. They settled on calling it a 'family dinner', they will just forget to let you know they won't be coming to it.
Dick and Cass were tasked with proposing said 'family dinner' to you while Alfred promised to handle Bruce. Dick planned on trying to butter you up before asking you to join them for dinner and if that wouldn't work. Cass promised to pull the saddest face she knew, the same one she often used on Bruce whenever she wanted something from him.
Damian insisted on following closely behind *'to make sure Richard didn't go off the plan', he told them.
They found you deep in the garden, trimming some of the old rosebushes. Dick approached you with a big smile stretched across his face. He used his sweet, honey-dripping voice he often used on people to convince them to do something for him. There was no way you would've ever—
"No," Your voice clipped in a way there wasn't much space to argue.
"But— (Name)! We have to celebrate you for making the gardens so beautiful!" Dick didn't give up easily, still hoping that you would just cave in.
You, turning your focus back towards the bushes, shook your head, cutting off a dry branch.
"Richard is right, (name). A celebration is in order as the gardens exceeded my expectations." Damian's voice was sharp and dry. Instead of trying to convince you, Damian decided to simply intimidate you into agreeing.
It was then that the kids learned that having Damian intimidate you into agreeing was far more effective in roping you into their plans than sweet-talking.
You walked into the manor that Saturday evening nervous. Both Dick and Alfred assured you that the dinner would be a casual affair, but that didn't help with the feeling of being out of place with your jeans and plain shirt.
Alfred was the one to break the news that none of the kids could attend the dinner. You asked if that meant they could reschedule, but the butler insisted on the two of you eating.
"I'd hate for the food to go to waste," Alfred sighed. "I even prepared wine to go along with it."
The dinner doesn't start well. Both you and Bruce had trouble keeping the conversation going. Being the only ones sitting at the table made for an intimate setting neither of you were ready for.
Luckily, Alfred picked up on the awkwardness that filled the air as he was switching plates between dishes. He had a feeling the reason the kids were absent during the dinner was to try and get the two of them to talk, so Alfred made sure both Bruce's and his glasses were constantly full of wine. All in hopes of untying your tongues.
It was only when the two of you reached the bottom of your second bottle of wine that the conversation started to flow.
You two talked about mundane things, laughing along to a story from your childhood. Alfred brought out yet another bottle of wine to go with the dessert, ready to keep refilling his glasses, when Bruce dismissed him with a promise to have it handled.
With the butler now gone, the conversation finally shifted into more intimate topics. You, whose tongue was now fully untied with any restraints long drowned in the wine, asked about the truth behind Bruce's playboating rumors.
Bruce, though a little ashamed, confirmed the rumors as he refilled his wineglasses.
"Mm, I'm not surprised," you sighed dreamingly, making Bruce's brows raise. "You're, like, so intimidating. But like, you make it so hot."
"Really now?" Bruce purred, his head resting on his hand, moving his body closer to yours.
You sighed again, going into detail as to why you believe Bruce's intimidating nature makes him attractive. His words slurred as (name) tried to explain the psychology behind his hotness, ignoring the way Bruce chuckled and shook his head.
Bruce suggested a change of scenery with a promise of more delicious wine.
The two of them went upstairs to Bruce's private study, where he opened a new bottle of wine, one he stored for special occasions.
You and Bruce got cozy on the couch, with Bruce's arm now around your body thanks to the newfound courage. The alcohol in his veins and the awareness of his attraction towards him made Bruce more certain of his moves.
You weren't expecting Bruce to act that way, you weren't aware that he felt any sort of attraction towards you. The sober, you would never question a person if they're attracted to you, but with so much wine in your system, you felt brave enough to ask.
Your mind was blown away as you listened to Bruce admitting the confusion the man feels with you around. Your entire body felt hot as Bruce described what happened as he was jerking off the other day and how it was one of the reasons you hadn't seen him much as of late.
The wine bottle was now sitting on the table empty, and the conversation died down into a comfortable silence. Bruce's hand is now traced along your neck. Your hand crept up onto Bruce's thigh, your face close enough to feel Bruce's breath brushing along your skin.
Your hand rests inches away from Bruce's crotch, your face moving closer, your lips brushing over Bruce's.
I would like to request trans male reader with anyone you want really.
Basically the reader has really bad dysmorphia because he hasn't had top surgery yet, seeing as he can't afford it, and to add on his family is super transphobic so he was forced to leave when he turned 18 and moved in with the character who only knows that reader is trans and nothing about how he was treated by his family.
Here comes the angst...
Because of how the reader's family treated him and the dysmorphia reader tries to get rid of his chest himself using whatever he could find, one could infer it didn't go so well as you should only use a chest binder(or a good substitute) or go to a medical professional. Anyways the character comes back home to find the reader on the ground crying a towel around his chest trying to clean/stop the bleeding so the character comforts him.
Again up to you who the reader is paired with, can be romantic, platonic, really anything you want.
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𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐩𝐟𝐮𝐥 𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐞
pairing: tim drake x ftm!reader
summary: Tim helps his transgender roommate during a hard time.
tags: can be read as both romantic and platonic, transphobia mentioned, tim being supportive and understanding of reader's situation, blood and knifes mentioned, unhealthy binding practices
Over the time you and Tim had lived together, he learnt quite a few things about you. One of the more important things was your identity. It was something the two of you discussed early on in your flat-sharing life.
Most of the time you were pretty open about what's going on in your life. You didn't mind sharing most of the things about you and your past.
With one exception. You never spoke about your family. Tim figured you had one, but with the way you danced around it whenever the subject of families came up, he never outright asked you about them.
Tim knew it wasn't his place to try and pry any information about them from him. Besides, you moved in with him when you freshly turned eighteen, combined with your avoidance of the subject told him everything he needed to know.
He noticed something had been bothering him the past few days. You didn't mention anything to him, speaking up about things that worried you was something you struggled with, but Tim had learnt to recognise the cues early to be able to help you.
Tim knew that gender dysphoria was eating away at his brain. He noticed it in the way you slouched, trying to cover your chest despite wearing a binder. The hours you had been wearing your binder had also increased, to the point of Tim wondering how to suggest taking breaks without making you feel worse.
He wanted to bring up visiting a professional, someone you could potentially talk about removing your breast surgically. Tim decided to wait, research about the specialists and post-surgery care before bringing up the subject to him. He didn't want you to have any doubts. Tim also wanted to show his support in your decision for the surgery and that he was more than fine with helping with your recovery.
Tim didn't find the silence of the flat alarming when he walked in. He put down the brochures of clinics that offered top surgeries along with the printed posts of other people sharing their experiences on top of the table before walking deeper into the flat to look for you.
He called out your name a few times, but when you didn't answer, he began to think you weren't in the house. That was when he heard quiet cries coming out of the bathroom.
"(Name)? You're fine in there?" Tim asked, knocking on the door. He noticed that the door opened slightly after his fist made contact with it. "I'm coming in, alright?"
He found you on the floor in the middle of the room with a towel up to your chest, blood sipping into it. Tim glanced at the knife next to him, its blade covered in the same bodily fluid.
Tim didn't waste a second, rushing to grab the first aid kit from under the sink. He carefully pried away the towel from his chest, careful not to make a sound at the sight in front of him.
You're sobbing got louder while Tim cleaned each cut you made.
"What happened?" Tim asked, his eyes moving from one of the worst cuts and towards your face. "(Name), look at me. What happened?"
"I –" you started, choking on your tears. "I wanted them gone."
Tim halted his movements, his hand inches away from his skin.
"I understand," Tim sighed, putting down the blood-soaked gauze swap and replacing it with clean bandages. "I just wish you had told me how you were feeling about them, so we could do it more safely."
You didn't respond, our cries dying down and being replaced with shame. Yet, you didn't move away when Tim carefully lifted your arms to wrap bandages around your torso. You didn't flinch or pry his hands away when he checked if the cloth wasn't too tight.
You didn't fight when Tim helped you up and took you to your room. You let him lower you down onto the bed and disappear with a promise of warm tea and snacks.
Back in your room, Tim left a tray of snacks and tea on your night table to carefully move you over to the side of the bed. Then, he set the tray right in the middle before laying himself down. He force-fed you a few pieces of your favourite snack until you promised to start eating them yourself.
Tim watched as you ate and helped you sit up when you moved to sip on your tea. You didn't see it, but his hands hadn't stopped shaking since he started cleaning the wounds on his chest.
"We're going to wait for the cuts to heal up. Until they do, I don't want you to wear your binder," Tim announced, making you freeze. "I know you hate that, but I don't want them to take longer to heal than they should."
You opened your mouth to reply, but your throat closed up before any words could leave.
"After they heal, I want you to have a look at the clinics I checked out and pick the one you like the most," Tim continued, opening another package for you. "We'll set up an appointment with a specialist and will work towards top surgery."
"You... researched a clinic for me?" You asked, your voice coming out quieter than you would like.
"Of course. I know you struggle with them and I wanted to help you," Tim admitted, shaking the package he had just opened to encourage him to grab the food from it. "And I also hated the idea of letting my super-amazing roomie go through surgery alone."
"Thank you. Tim. I promise to talk to you when it gets bad again," you responded, smiling shyly.
You let the silence fall between the two of you for a bit, focusing on snacking on the things Tim had prepared.
"So, you prepared a list of the clinics?" you wondered, finishing your tea.
"You can say that," Tim shrugged. "I have brochures of every clinic in the state and a few out-of-state clinics in case you don't like them. I printed out twenty-three posts about post-surgery care and other people's experiences. And I made a presentation in case you wouldn't want to look at brochures."
"Only one?" You asked, raising a brow.
"I have three," Tim admitted after a while. You let out a laugh at his words. "Why are you laughing? One for clinics, one for post-surgery care. And the final one fully dedicated to memes I found that I thought you would like. It's a serious business, (name), and you're laughing."
pairing: platonic!batfam x werewolf!male!reader
summary: Bruce knew that Damian's eagerness to help animals in need might bite him in the ass at some point. He just wasn't expecting his son to bring home an actual werewolf, thinking it was a stray dog. Any rational parent would make their child put said werewolf back where they found it. But how can he do that when the new 'pet' looks at him with such sad eyes? Another one won't hurt.
tags: all the werewolf facts had been pulled out of my ass (I don't remember where I know them from); Bruce needs to learn how to say 'no' to his children; Damian cares about animals a 'normal amount'; mentions of animal abuse; in Damian's defence it was dark when he first met reader; starvation; homelessness; violence; death mentioned.. probably; reader had a shitty family and the tags will change after that will be explained, reader eats raw meat
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You thought nobody would notice anything suspicious in your behaviour. After all, you made sure not to run off deeper into the manor's grounds each day at the same time. Sometimes you would disappear right after breakfast, other times you waited right before the family left for patrols. You thought nobody would notice. You knew that they wouldn't be able to see you transform. You only switched forms when hidden behind the Batcow’s barn.
You didn't do much in your human form. You couldn't really borrow a book with Damian always in the house. So instead, you would just sit around, picking at the grass or turn your face towards the sun and let your skin soak up its rays.
It never crossed your mind that Damian could start keeping a close eye on you after seeing you run off in the same direction more than once.
What you expected even less, was for Damian to follow you after he let you out at night. After all, he didn't do that the last few times he did.
You didn't look around before shifting back to your human form. You let your guard down some time ago, as nobody in the family did anything to make them be considered a threat.
Both you and Damian froze when you turned around, startled by the stick crunching under Damian's shoe. The two of you stare at each other for a moment, eyes widened in shock. For a moment, neither of you dared to move, waiting for the other to react first.
Damian ended up shifting his weight forward slightly, almost enough for it to go unnoticed if it weren't for your eyes watching him so carefully. Thinking he would lounge forward at you, you ended up turning around and bolting in the opposite direction. You didn't know what exactly Damian was about to do, but you couldn't risk fighting with him. You saw what he was capable of the few times he brought you down to the cave to watch him train. You weren't ready to risk him attacking you, having a sword in his hand or not.
You ended up thrown face-first into the dirt with Damian on top of you. You tried breaking free from his grip, but to no avail.
"What are you? Why are you here?" Damian asked, leaning in to grip the back of your neck and force your head up and closer to him.
"I'm a werewolf," you choke out, Damian releasing his hold when the words left your mouth. "You know, part human, part not."
"And what are you doing here, huh?" Damian challenged, making sure to keep you on the ground when you attempted to move again.
"You found me in the alley and brought me here, remember?" You reminded him.
"Are you living there?" Damian asked, taken aback. The grip he had on you faltered enough for you to be able to rip out of his grip fully.
You nodded, massaging your legs where Damian was holding you down. Damian didn't respond, forcing him to look up. You tried to figure out what he was thinking, but his face showed no signs of emotion.
"I know it's weird, and I'm really sorry for using your kindness," you apologised, looking away in shame. "I can leave, even right now, just—"
"No," Damian stopped you.
"What?" You asked, preparing to shift back in case you were forced to run.
"You're not leaving," he declared, grabbing you by the arm when he noticed the change in your posture. "I promised to give you somewhere safe to stay. You did what you had to so you could survive, and I respect that. I will keep your secret safe as well, but I do have questions."
You ended up explaining why you risked transforming with him forced to stay in the manor. You told him about the warnings you received from the elders in your family and shared your worry of turning into a beast yourself and hurting him and his family. When Damian asked where your family was, you shut the subject down after telling him that they no longer want you with them.
"And for this full moon?" Damian asked, the two of you now sitting with you back against the barn.
"Getting away from the manor would be the safest," you admit, picking at the grass in front of you. "I could risk running on the manor grounds, but I'm worried about bumping into one of you and hurting someone when I'm not fully in charge."
"We can do that," Damian vowed. "I'll find a way to get you away for the night and for you to come back safely."
That night changed the way you stayed in the manor. With you and Damian sharing your secret, more ways for you to spend your time had appeared. Not only that, but you also no longer had to sneak out as much in order to reconnect with your human form as Damian encouraged you to hang out on two legs in his room.
Usually when in your human form, Damian would let you read books and even bring you new ones from the library while he did his own things. Sometimes, he would ask questions regarding your ability, wanting to know how the shifting of forms happen or the effects the moon has on you. But since the day he found out about your ability, he has not asked more questions regarding your family. He even asked about your real name and promised to make sure the rest of the family would use it instead of the one he chose before. When you expressed worry about his siblings and father questioning the sudden change of name, Damian had assured you that none of them dare to do so.
"(Name), I have come up with the plan for the full moon," Damian announced. Walking into his room, you raised his head from Titus' neck to look at his discretion. You shifted into a human when you realised he was waiting for you to do so before he would start explaining. "Hours before nightfall, someone will let you out. There is a back gate that I will make sure is open, you will run off through there. Then I'll start asking about your whereabouts and make sure they will believe you had run off. During the night, you do whatever you want. Once you regain control, you will come up to the front gate, pawing at it. You can try triggering the intercom."
"What if—"
"I'll make sure Alfred will let you in. Drake joked about my… attachment to you, so I'll use it to our advantage," Damian reassured you.
On the day of the full moon, you were both nervous and excited. You couldn't wait to let loose in your wolf form, howl at the moon and maybe, if you're lucky, chase something. The possibility of being able to run around freely without risking hurting someone from Damian's family, didn't mean you weren't worried about leaving the manor's grounds. Damian promised that he or Alfred would let you back in without any problems, but the worry still ate away at you. What if Bruce or another adult takes it as you wish to return to the wild? You loved living at the Wayne, Damian being your first friend you made after leaving your family. And the pets you received from all of them were tucked in your love-deprived heart just right. You didn't know if you would be able to survive away from any of them.
All your worries melted away when you run through the back gate an hour before the moon's influence makes your wolf take over. It was your first full moon in a long time when you transformed with your stomach full. You can't recall the last time it happened.
As the moon disappeared beyond the horizon, you had returned back to your senses as you transformed back to your human form. You quickly looked over your body, trying to piece together what you did. Then the moon dominated the sky. You leet out a sigh of relief when you noticed that there was no blood on you. Judging by the dried out mud, you guessed you most likely played around in some puddles. You hoped Alfred won't be mad about you dragging mud across the manor.
Coming down from the high of the full moon, you sat on the patch of grass you woke up on, waiting before shifting back into a wolf. You went over what Damian asked you to do one more time, before getting off the glass on your four paws.
Just like Damian had asked you, you run up to the front gate of the manor, pawing at the metal at first. You waited for a moment, watching for any movement from the house. When nothing happened, you moved towards the panel with buttons and pawed at it until you heard any noise coming from it.
You heard Alfred calling you by the dog name Damian had given you, followed by a deep sigh. You almost thought the butler would ignore you, when the front gate began to open. You didn't wait for it to open fully and snuck inside when the open space was just enough for you to pass.
"Welcome back, (dog name)" Alfred welcomed you, opening the front door. "I see that you had quite the adventure," he shook his head, attempting to brush his fingers through the mud on your back.
You walked up to Damian to greet him, and while disgusted with the state of your fur, he still gave you a few pets.
"Would you look at that, (dog name) had returned" Tim commented, extending his hand to offer more pets. "See? Told you that you spoilt the wolf too much for him to leave."
"I knew he would be back," Damian scoffed, crossing his arms. "And it's not (dog name). It's (name) now."
"You changed his name?" Cass questioned, her eyes watching both you and Damian closely.
"Yes. This one suits him much better," Damian explained, calling you over to him.
Walking out of the room, you don't notice the way Cass squinted her eyes as she watched the two of you.
pairings: platonic yandere!cassandra cain x male!reader, (mentions of) platonic yandere!batfam x male!reader
summary: Cassandra was used to figthing, protecting herself and others. She knew she wasn't the most popular person in the class, not with the lack of words leaving her mouth. She didn't pay much attention to what the other said about her, until someone opinted it out how wrong it was.
tags: homophobia and ableism, abuse, violence, bullying, reader has daddy issues
a/n: almost made reader go along with Cass' yandere tendencies, but where's the fun in that
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Unaware of the new attention you have gained, you allow your life to return to a sense of normalcy. You move between classes with a few of your friends, believing that Cass and her siblings had lost interest in you.
You stopped sneaking out as much and if your father had noticed anything, you had yet to hear him bother you about it.
You threw yourself into schoolwork, allowing Cassandra Cain to be pushed out of your mind completely. Even your friend, though still not seeing anything bad about you coming out to her, stopped mentioning Cass.
And maybe there was a part of you that felt bad about getting into contact with Cass. You tried telling yourself that it was because she didn't have that many friends to begin with and that was the reason you spent some of your nights wide awake filled with regret about how you ended your friendship.
You knew you underestimated the Wayne Kids when Stephanie and Tim approached you one afternoon. The classes ended awhile ago, but feeling bad about your friend being forced to wait for their club all alone, you decided to keep them company.
Walking out of school, you took a quick stop by your locker after you realized that you had forgotten to grab some of your notes. You didn't realize that both of them approached you until you turned around ready to leave. You tried pushing your way through, but with the way both of them were standing, you would have to push them too. Something you wanted to avoid, considering their family.
"Listen, we just want to make sure you're fine," Tim insisted, making sure you'd have no way of escaping.
"Why do you care?" You questioned, letting your back hit the lockers.
"Because you're Cass' friend," Tim explained, pretending not to notice the way your jaw clenched at the mention of their sister.
"Yeah, and a friend of Cass is a friend of ours," Stephanie nodded, and you couldn't stop yourself from rolling your eyes.
"Does it work the other way around too?" You scoffed, finally seeing an opening for you to escape. "Because I do remember telling off your friends when they were bothering her, Stephanie."
Neither of them stopped you from leaving after that. Instead, they shared a worried look between themselves.
If you caught catch the interest of any other, maybe Steps and Tim would take a hint and leave you alone. Maybe they would try to convince said sibling to leave you alone as well. But it wasn't just any sibling, Cass was the one that wanted to be in your space. Nobody in the family saw her acting the way she was with you, and while the older brother felt a little jealous of Cass' love towards you, they would go to great lengths to make her happy.
Tim and Stephanie recapped their interaction with you after school during dinner. It was one of those rare ones where everyone was present. They expressed their worry over the way you acted with them, including the small changes in your posture after Tim mentioned Cassandra.
After hearing her sibling's worries over her well-being, Cass wanted to go out without finishing her dinner to make sure she was alright. Before she could leave the table, Bruce managed to stop her by putting an arm on her shoulder. He suggested Cass to give you some space for now and try to have lunch with you tomorrow.
"He will be home with you soon," Bruce promised, when Cass picked up her fork again.
The next day you were running late for lunch. Your teacher had a question regarding your assignment that he insisted on talking over right after class. Luckily, you managed to warn your friends about running late, with them promising to save you a spot at the table.
You froze when you saw Cassandra and her two siblings sitting at the table with your friend. You debated if you wanted to join the four of them or not, but decided that you didn't want your friend to be left alone with them.
Your friend was the first one to notice you and, with the look they sent you, you knew that you had no say in Wayne's joining you.
Sitting down at the table, you pretend that you don't find their presence weird. You shared a few glances with your friend, promising each other to talk about Wayne's joining you for lunch after you return from school.
You and your friend were halfway through talking over the situation during lunch. Both of you trying to understand what exactly had pushed the three of them to join both of you for the meal after staying away for so long. You laughed at a comment your friend made, when your father's furious voice rang through the house.
You quickly said goodbye to your friend and ran towards where your father was, not wanting to make him madder by keeping him waiting.
"What the fuck is this?!" your father spat, throwing photographs at you. "You had one job, (name), just one! I told you 'drop that damn gay act'! I sent you to that damn camp to set you straight. You want to tell me it was all a waste of money?!"
"Dad, I—"
"I don't want to hear it," your father ordered. "You have thirty minutes to get the fuck out of my house. Pack your shit and get out, you fucking brat!"
Their plan was simple. Tim watched your conversation with your father through the window, holding a camera so those in the cave could see as well. Once it was clear your father threw you out, Cassandra and Bruce were supposed to go to the location you would be heading towards you, trying to make it look like they bumped into you. None of them considered that your first thought after getting back to your room would be to call your friend and for them to offer you to stay the night.
Despite Cass still wanting to go with the plan they had, Bruce ended up forcing her to stay in the manor. He explained that you were likelier to decline them if they attempt it after your friend invited you to stay with them. Instead, Bruce instructed her and Tim to approach him and your friend during lunch and find out what had happened then.
"I'm sorry for not letting you crash another night," your friend was apologizing when Tim and Cass approached the lunch table.
"It's fine, really. I know your parents don't have the space," you reassured them, wrapping your arm around their shoulder and giving them a squeeze. "I'm just happy that they let me spend the night. I'll figure something out for tonight, don't worry."
"What happened? Why did you sleep in theirs?" Tim asked, both him and Cass setting their trays onto the table.
"Because his father is a homophobic piece of—"
"He threw me out," you explain, stopping your friend from finishing their sentence.
Cass suggested that you stay with them at the manor, with Tim promising that nobody would mind. You declined then as you felt like you would be too greedy with Cass' family kindness.
Cass looked like she wanted to try and talk her into agreeing, but after Tim sent her a look, she stopped herself. You didn't pay too much attention to their interaction.
Walking out of school you wonder if maybe you should've as Cassandra grabs you by the sleeve of your shirt and starts dragging you along. You try to get her to stop or at least explain where she's taking you.
You didn't get to do any of those things. You only found out where she was dragging you when Cass had let go of you, and you were face to face with Bruce Wayne. He, just like his kids, offered you to stay in the manor for the time being given your situation.
"Cass speaks so highly of you, I just won't be able to forgive myself if I didn't at least try to help," Bruce explained.
You ended up agreeing to go with them. Just for the weekend for now, but it was enough for Cass. She knew she could convince you to stay with her and be her big brother officially during those few days.
The first time you walked into the room Alfred had prepared for you, you found the space weird. It was nothing like a guestroom should be. Not only because of where it was situated, right next to the room that belonged to Cass, but also because of how well furbished it was.
You ended up brushing it off for the time being, even if some of the titles on the shelf matched the ones you had in your room at your father's house.
It was Saturday in the evening when you were able to spend the tiniest bit of time by yourself. Cass was called into the kitchen for something you didn't bother to catch, you were just happy to be able to think without her staring right into your soul.
You ended up going through the bookcase in your temporary room, trying to see if any of the titles would pick your interest. That when you spot one of your favorite books sitting on one of the shelves. It was rather worn out, which you didn't find alarming. You had a copy at your father's house that looked similar.
When you opened the title page, you realized that the book didn't just have a similar amount of wear to the one you left behind. It was the copy you had, there was no mistake in it. The entire book had your annotations on it along with the few doodles you drew in the margins.
Cass enters your room just as you finish flipping through the book. She tries to speak up, explain herself, but you stop her.
"What the fuck is this, Cassandra?" You questioned, walking right up to her. "How the fuck did my book get here?!"
You stood dumbfounded as Cassandra went on to explain how the book got there and why the room you were staying in was furnished with familiar things. Your fists cleared when she got to the part when Bruce sent the pictures of you with men to your father.
"You are a fucking psycho" you spat, pushing past her.
You ran down the stairs with nothing but the phone in your pockets. Cassandra was following close behind you, trying to get you to stop and forgive her.
She catches you by the front door, begging you not to leave her.
"I'd rather starve to death than be anywhere near you, Cassandra." You snapped, walking through the manor's front door without another word.
Cass was ready to follow you out, when Alfred put his hand on her shoulder to stop her.
"Don't worry, miss. I'm sure he just needs some time to cool off and will be back in no time," the butler reassured her.
"And if he won't, I'll drag him back for you," Jason promised.
Not an ask but i deadass lost your blog after exiting tumblr and got stressed the fuck out when I couldn’t find you for a hot second 😭😭 ur fics are so good they deadbutt got me stressinguhhhh
I hate when tumblr does shit like that it always has me stressing 😭
pairings: platonic yandere!cassandra cain x male!reader, (mentions of) platonic yandere!batfam x male!reader
summary: Cassandra was used to figthing, protecting herself and others. She knew she wasn't the most popular person in the class, not with the lack of words leaving her mouth. She didn't pay much attention to what the other said about her, until someone opinted it out how wrong it was.
tags: homophobia and ableism, abuse, violence, bullying, reader has daddy issues
a/n: someone pointed out how little screen time Cass was getting in 'thief in the family' and they were right. I can't really change it now so here's a fic centered around Cass instead (the fic is not related to 'thief in the family' in any way)
part one | part two
You sit outside on one of the many tables right outside the cafeteria, your untouched lunch tray in front of you. You promised to wait with eating until your friend catches up to you, them being held up by a teacher after class.
You take your time looking around the area, watching people sitting at the tables surrounded by their friends. That's when you spot her. Cassandra Cain, adoptive daughter of Bruce Wayne. Usually she was accompanied by Stephanie and Tim, but they were nowhere to be found today. You watched her eating her lunch in silence, her eyes fixated on her food. She doesn't look up, not even when three idiots stand tall on the other side of the table. She didn't flinch when one of them said something, making his companions burst out laughing. You've heard about them before. Rumours spread around Gotham Academy like wildfire, especially the ones about any Wayne child.
You heard many things about Cassandra. Many bad things. A lot of people, just like those boys at her table now, would point out her quietness, most of the time referring to her as 'freak'. Usually you don't have to do more than scoff at their remarks, as a different Wayne child would go off on the person. This time was one of the very few times that Cassandra was left alone, and you're not about to let the bullies have a field day.
You pick up your tray without giving it a second thought. You don't care that you have never spoken to her; you will not just sit there and let some random arsehole make fun of her for something she might be struggling with.
"Oi, piss off, will you! I'm trying to sit down and eat." You push through the group of boys, setting your tray across from Cassandra. "What, you guys are just going to stand here and watch us eat? That's real creepy, Hearst." You turned around to glance at the one who made the joke before returning back to your tray with a sigh.
Hearst scoffed, urging his 'friends' to leave you two alone, not without calling you both freaks in the process.
Only with the boys gone, you look up at Cassandra, only to realise she's staring right at you.
"Sorry, I just hate guys like him. I had to step in." You watched Cassandra nod. "My friend is running a bit late, but you don't mind if we join you, right?" Cassandra shook her head; you smiled. "That's great. I'm (name), by the way, and you're Cassandra, right?" She nodded again.
Cassandra didn't speak for the entire lunch. Not when your friend came rushing in. Not when they joked about buying you a mask so you can finally 'acknowledge your calling'. She just sits there, slowly eating pieces of her food, her eyes moving between you and your friend and nodding along as you two joke around.
"Hey, before we go. If you need some company during lunch, feel free to join us" You said, standing up with your empty lunch tray.
"Yeah! It was cool to have you around" your friend assured her, placing their tray on top of yours.
After that lunch you started noticing Cassandra a lot. Sometimes you saw her out of the corner of your eye, standing on the opposite side of the hallway. Other times you saw her during lunch, as on the table or two over with Stephanie and Tim.
You smiled whenever you met her eyes, waving. You didn't want her to think your kindness was a one-time thing. And so you acknowledged her whenever she was near.
A month passed by, and you and Cass barely interacted with one another. You two didn't make much progress other than her beginning to return the small waves every once in a while.
You sat alone in the cafeteria, the cold weather forcing your friend to stay home with a fever and a cough so bad that each of their breaths sounded like their last one.
"Hey, you're (name), right? Cass mentioned that you and your friend kept her company during lunch." You looked up to see Cass and Stephanie, whose voice you just heard. "Can we sit here? As long as your friend won't mind…"
"Go for it; I could use some company anyway. My friend's sick." You gestured towards the table, smiling at Cass once you noticed her watching you.
You didn't know it yet, but that shared meal was to become one of many. Sometimes it would be with Stephanie and Tim; other times only Cass would join you at lunch.
You didn't mind; Cassandra was great company, even with the lack of words coming out of her mouth. You knew that even if she didn't always respond, she was holding onto every word that left your mouth.
You thought that your friendship with Cass would remain in school, assuming her life as an adoptive daughter of Bruce Wayne came with many responsibilities. Most of which didn't give enough free time to hang out with people she met in school.
Cassandra seemed to have a different idea on how your friendship was. In her eyes, you weren't friends, no. You protected her. Looked out for her the same way a big brother would. Even if she wasn't the most experienced in family matters, this time she was certain she got it right.
You were her big brother, and because of that, she decided to extend your relationship outside the school grounds.
She noticed the way your body tensed up every day as the school days came to an end. She knew the worst was Fridays. You didn't want to spend so much time at home. Cass didn't check why, waiting for her big brother to open up on his own.
Cass decided that the first step will be to invite you out on a weekend. Nothing too intense; she didn't want to scare you off.
So when the Friday rolled around, she was ready. Cass researched activities she could do with you outside of school, running them through Stephanie and Barbara just in case.
She chose a cafe. One that's less crowded. One where both of you could talk without having to worry about anyone bothering you two.
Cass didn't eat lunch with you that day; you didn't even see her in the cafeteria. She approached you between classes, just as you were putting some books into your locker.
"Oh, hi Cass," you greeted her, closing your locker. "Didn't see you in the cafeteria today; are you alright?"
"Yes, hi. Are you free this Saturday?" Cass asked, the words coming out too quickly for her liking. Much faster than when she practised in the mirror.
You agreed. Cassandra never gave you a reason not to. She seemed nice, and any reason to be out of the house on a weekend is a good reason.
The first few minutes are a bit awkward. Being with Cass in a cafe alone was different from sitting across from her in a cafeteria. You stumble with topics to talk about. Finding things to talk about was easier in school, where you could always complain about a class or homework. This was different.
That was also when you realised how little you know about Cass.
You start small, asking for her thoughts on the drinks served in the cafe and her favourite pastries. You gave her a space to talk, not interrupting her even when she stumbled with her words.
You offered to go on a walk after getting bored of the cafe. You didn't want to return back to your father yet, and Cass seemed to not want to part ways yet either.
You find a secluded bench, deep within the park. One under the shade of the old trees, shielding the two of you from the rare sun rays in Gotham.
You and Cass spend the rest of your hangout people-watching, judging people's questionable pet-raising choices.
"I had a lot of fun, Cass," you said as you walked her to where her butler was supposed to pick her up.
"We should do this again," Cass nods, her fingers curled around your sleeve. "As friends"
"Yes, as friends, of course!" You panic, and your hands shoot up trying to explain yourself. "I mean, you're really fun, Cass, but I—"
"I don't really swing that way, if you know what I mean." You winked, and Cass nodded again.
You didn't think much about what you said at first. The words don't cross your mind until late into the night. Long after you're out of your clothes, your skin is warm after a shower.
Only then do you realise what you were saying that truly meant. You just came out to Cassandra. And yeah, you knew about her brother's, Tim's, bisexual tendencies, and she didn't seem to mind them. But your situation was different. You only ever came out to one person, (friend's name).
You felt like an idiot. What if Cass was just testing you? Trying to see your reaction to the hangout not being a date to see if you're interested?
What if she tells other people? Out to the whole school?
What if your father finds out?
You walk into the school on Monday paranoid. You kept looking around as you walked up to your friend. You tried to see if people were looking at you weird. Like they know.
"What's up with you?" (Friend name) asked, their brow raised as they also looked around. "What is it? Did your past hook-up show up?" You punched their arm.
"I came out to Cassandra," you leaned in and whispered.
"Oh, and now you're overthinking it." Your friend shook their head. "So typical of you. It'll be fine, I promise. She has no problem with Tim. Why would she have one with you?"
"We hang out on Saturday, and she wants to do it again as friends, and what if—"
"Yeah, stop right there." (Friend's name) put their hand over your mouth. "Dude, there's no 'what if'; you're fine."
You tried to convince yourself that your friend was right. Cassandra probably has no problem with you being interested in men.
Yet, you still couldn't bring yourself to spend time with her. You didn't know how to look at her. Because of that, you kept finding excuses to not be around her.
Your friend tried to talk you into eating lunch with them and Cass most of the week. They only gave up on Thursday, and you only had to deal with the disappointed look they sent your way.
You successfully went a full week with almost no interaction with any of the Wayne kids. You felt bad about ignoring them, especially Cassandra, now that it looked like she hadn't told anyone about your sexuality. But it's not like you can go back to pretending everything is fine after ignoring all of them for so long.
You were rushing out of school on Friday afternoon when someone grabbed you by the collar and dragged you to one of the less visited corridors.
The person holding your collar releases you from their hold, letting you turn around to see that it was Cassandra.
"Oh Cass! Hi, how are you?" You tried to sound normal, even if your voice cracked.
"Why are you ignoring me?" Cass stepped closer, her hand holding your arm tightly so you can't escape.
"What? Ignoring? "No, I just—" You couldn't find an excuse for your behaviour.
"You are." She didn't let you finish lying; her eyes locked onto yours.
"Maybe a little," you admit, sighing. "I'm sorry, I was scared after me… coming out to you, and I was worried that it would change things between us."
"I understand." Cass nodded, releasing your arm. "It doesn't change things between us. I still care about you. I thought you didn't want to be friends anymore because you didn't have a good time when we hung out."
"What? No, I had a great time! "I just got scared of being out to another person is all, I promise," you reassure Cass, offering a pat on her shoulder.
You and Cass decided that you're still friends, and you promised to communicate your feelings better next time.
Your friendship changed; now the two of you did things outside the school cafeteria. You would check in on each other through messages.
You two also regularly hang out outside of school hours now. Sometimes it was a planned hangout on a weekend; some days it was two of you sneakingout of your houses to sit on top of a rooftop with a bunch of snacks you bought in a convenience store.
It was when you were trying to leave unnoticed to meet with Cassandra when your father found you putting your shoes on.
"I hope it's a girl you're meeting. It better be," he spoke up, watching you grab a coat. "No son of mine will be gay. Remember that."
You waved him off, ready to leave the house and no longer be in his presence.
Your father's words impacted you more than you thought they would. You knew your father wasn't fond of people attracted to the same gender. But the idea of him thinking Cassandra could be 'you girl' didn't sit right with you. She was more like a sister to you than a potential partner.
Cass noticed something was wrong the moment you got up onto the roof. She didn't want to pressure you to talk about what's bothering you, so she let the silence fill the space between the two of you.
"I think we should put some distance between each other," you spoke up, your eyes looking into the distance. "Stop meeting up like this."
"My father, he…" you kept talking, ignoring how Cassandra's eyes stared right into you. "He knows I'm going out to meet up with someone and has already made a comment about it."
"I'd hate for him to make us something we're not," you whispered the word, your eyes now focused on your hand.
Cass tried to speak up to stop you from leaving. All of her words fell on deaf ears. You leave the roof before she can properly react.
She tried to text you, but all of her messages were left on delivered. Cass decided to wait for the next school day to talk to you, but you never came to school. Not the next day, not the day after.
You didn't show up to school for the rest of the week. Your friend told her you're sick, but they didn't seem too convinced of it.
Cass stopped by your house a few times during patrol, looking into your window to check on you. She sighed, realising that you're fine, just ignoring her. Again.
You came back to school on Monday but made sure to be in places Cassandra couldn't find you or surrounded yourself with people so she couldn't corner you again.
Tim and Stephanie noticed your sudden absence around Cassandra. Neither of them worried about it too much, thinking that the two would talk it out soon enough.
It doesn't take long for the rest of the family to realise something is wrong. Barbara, being the one with the active location of all family members, was the first one to notice that Cass would go off her assigned route to watch over a certain house for a while and then return to patrol the rest of the city.
The rest of the family finds out about Cassandra's unusual behaviour.
Bruce approaches the subject after one of the patrols where she wandered off the route.
"I'm checking on (name)," she confessed, her hands holding her mask tightly. "He doesn't want to be my brother anymore, and I'm trying to understand why."
"Your brother?" Dick asked, pausing while putting on his Nightwing costume.
"Oh yeah, you guys don't know!" Steph chuckled, looking over at Tim. "I can't believe that never came up! There's this dude, (name), and he's been there for Cass when people were bothering her."
"Yeah, it makes sense Cass considers him a brother; he does kinda act like one." Tim nodded, stepping towards the Batcomputer to pull up your information.
"And why doesn't he want to be your brother anymore? What happened?" Bruce asked, his cowl dropped onto a random chair long forgotten.
"His father is homophobic and made comments about how (name) is dating me, and I guess he got worried about it," Cass sighed, her eyes looking down. "He's almost an adult, so he's worried that his father will throw him out if he finds out, and he's not comfortable with his father thinking he's dating a girl."
"Alright, I understand, he's in a really tough spot," Bruce said, putting an arm around Cass, trying to cheer her up. "Why don't you, Tim and Steph, make sure he's safe and fine?"
Cass nodded, promising to try. Stephanie makes a joke about a family intervention, and Tim smacks her shoulder for it.
"You will get your big brother back, Cass. No matter how."
I finished writing the next part of sorcerers and their loses and my laptop's screen went black when I sat down to edit it so depending if I'll manage to fix it myself or not the next part might be late.
Good news is that I should still be able to post other things as I worked on some stuff while on break last week so I won't leave you all dry.
I finished writing the next part of sorcerers and their loses and my laptop's screen went black when I sat down to edit it so depending if I'll manage to fix it myself or not the next part might be late.
Good news is that I should still be able to post other things as I worked on some stuff while on break last week so I won't leave you all dry.
pairings: platonic yandere!batfam x neglected!sorcerer!male!reader (ft. satoru gojo x reader)
summary: Your father let out a sigh of relief when he heard the news of you getting enrolled in the same religious school as your mother. He wasn't in a place to be your father, not when the city called him. Not when Dick needed a parent more than you. And there was something about you that scared Bruce just a bit. He just didn't expect for you to return to the manor years later looking like you went through hell and back. But Bruce and his kids don't have the time to unpack what happened to you in Japan. The city once again is put first. But then why are they sad when you return back to Japan following a man in a blindfold? And why does every fibre of their beings so badly wishes that you would follow behind them instead?
tags: jjk spoilers; past suguru x reader mentioned; emotional neglect; reader has an aura that batfam doesn't know how to deal with (it's his curse energy); typical jj & dc violence; death and murder; assassins; attempts at kidnapping; zenin clan mentioned; satoru dgaf about giving his clan an heir and goes after reader anyway; unrequited love; manipulation;
status: ongoing
taglist: closed. more spots will open after act one.
prelude. mother's sacrifice
act one.
part one. the students of jujutsu
part two. the time we almost lost it all
part three. the downfall of the greatest
yo i read your sorcerer and their losses fic and ong that fic was PEAK as hell 😭🙏 it's the first time in a while since i felt so disappointed when i see there's no next chapter button LMAO and i'm saying this as someone who's picky with jjk fanfics, let alone crossover ones. really love the entire thing and the bond between the mc and his classmates (so excited for the gojo thing to play out), and i find it funny hoe the family feels strange about you when they're literally living in a cursed city ☠️ bruce has dealt through way worse and yet he felt more inclined to let his kid be taken away to japan LIKE MAN !!! YOU BOTH ARE JUST TWO SIDES OF THE SAME COIN 🤨 then again at least his own child is following his footsteps (international training arc fr) and it's so nice to find male readers, oftentimes it's batsis reader but i'm so starved for male reader content and yours fed me really well !! so excited for how the story will play out in the next parts (and i saw your latest post about finals, i'm nearing mine next week 💔) and i'd ask if i can be added to your taglist but it's full so i'll just wait for a next update ^^ thank you for your fic, it's been a while since i felt invested to read a neglecter reader one haha, but yours was just perfect for me
I'm so so happy to hear that you enjoyed sorcerers and their loses! It honestly means so much to me 😭
I find it so funny how Bruce find reader weird while the two of them are so similar like bro look in the mirror!!!
again, I'm so glad you liked my story and good luck on your exams! I'm sure you'll do great ❤️
with my second week of finals done (there's a holiday tmr and ny uni's closed for Friday) here's a recap of everything that happened:
took 3 exams (one of which was one question per one A4 page😭)
had one oral exam (still recovering from it)
started writing cass x ftm!werewolf!reader
wrote 'wotwm' ch.06 before my oral exam (I was NOT having a good time waiting and I needed something to stop myself from spiralling)
cried twice (but only one of those was related to exams so it's a win)
bought paralives on the day it released (I was waiting for years for this ok leave me alone) and played 8 h 'as a treat' (my first exam was on tuesday, what's the treat for?)
next week I have 3 more exams, one fully online and one more oral 😔
I have so many fun ideas I can't wait to start working on so be ready for cool things coming out after the 14th!
What are Batfam yan stories/blogs your favorite? Genuinely begging, I need something to read
I don't have many (I don't read as much as I used to and I'm so awkward about following people), but here's my list
gn!readers
'again & again' by @acid-ixx : 'oh but Oliwer I already—' DON'T CARE SEE THAT TITLE? YEAH GO AND READ IT AGAIN (bonus: this fic right there is the whole reason I am even writing for batfam, it means everything to me)
'The Scheduling Agreement' by @maliciouscottonball : it's a one shot (I think), but such a cool concept I just love it <3
@mossycobblestonesstuff : their whole masterlist is filled with amazing fics, tho this cass might be my favourite <3
'under the mask' by @vigilantehunter : read the first chapter and ran out of time to read more BUT IM SO EXITED TO READ IT
'no use for your apologies' by @mareszawrites : honestly I think it's gn? either way I will mention her again so it's fine
'to you, my child' @mareszawrites (again) : I love child!readers, even the yandere fics. if anyone knows more I'd love to read them <3
'the great divide' by @horrorthrills : I ate this fic in one night, I loved every second of it.
'why are you so obsessed with me?!' by @zippysmusings : 12 parts, all of them fire. they recently uploaded 12th part and I dropped studying to read it.
'smalltown!meta!reader ' by @luludeluluramblings : this reader is just like me (except I was raised in a village, not small town and I'm not gn...)
'oh my god, oh my god who wrote this?' by @luludeluluramblings (again) : the title matches the story so well, I was so confused going into it but also kind of into it?
m!reader
'the forgotten twin' by @niwaart : I read this fic at least twice. I will most likely read it again.
'the secrets of the shadows' by @niwaart (again) : CONSTANTINE READER I REPEAT CONSTANTINE READER
'abracabra' by @wayward-fae : this story has multiple versions, but I do only read the male one, batfam x demigod!reader (percy jackson inspired), idk the idea of batfam neglecting A WHOLE ASS DEMIGOD is a little funny to me. I'm so curious to where this story will go
do I really not have anymore m!readers? damn
honorable mentions (fem!readers)
the fawn series by @yandere-daydreams : I don't remember the actual gender of this reader, but I loved the series so I'm mentioning it anyway <3
'song bird' by @makimaglazertilldeath : I rarely read isekai fics but damn this one might convince me to read more
'tethered' by @mareszawrites : you guys should really read her fics!!!
'undoing fate' by @rizzanon : can I consider it a classic in the neglected reader trope? I think I will <3 some of the chapter I read twice while waiting for the next ones to drop
'in your eyes' by @ttdamian : I only read the prologue, but can't wait to read more of it!!
'this is me trying' by @starl1ghtgr4yson : batfam AND wally west? SIGN ME UP
'eyes without a face' & 'suffocation' by @dehydratedoverlord : they might've been gone for two months now, but that doesn't mean you shouldn't read both of those stories!!!
i was looking through your masterlists; and in ‘thief in the family’ masterlist, apparently that kurrurreal(??) person deleted their account or deactivated, do you know why? idk i js wanted to see their profile but now. i. yk cant
I only realised that they deactivated when you send in your ask so I can't help you with that 😔
their analysis on this fic where the light of my days
you can just spell their username without actually tagging them ? we can just type their names in the search bar and their profiles should pop up
I didn ended up just tagging them like normal, in case someone isn't comfortable with that I can remove the tag and either spell out their name like you said or somehting
