Do you think you could write a platonic yan!batfam with a male reader that will collect random objects they find? Like theyâll walk around the manor and will take stuff from utensils to batteries and will just keep them in a pile in their room
platonic yan!batfam x male reader
Thank you so much for the request! I'm sorry it took so long to answer but i hope you'll like it anyways!
Keepsakes
The first time they noticed, it was because you had taken a small vase. Alfred noticed it immediately, but he couldnât explain why it had disappeared. As far as he was concerned, no one had broken anything.
It was strange, sure, but it wasnât that unusual, especially if one of the kids wanted to hide an accident.
Then something else disappeared.
A silver spoon
the flashlight he kept in the garden shed
The more he looked into it, the more things kept disappearing.
TV remotes, books, utensils. It was as if someone took it on purpose, and Alfred couldnât explain why.
The others noticed too, of course, but none of them thought it was anything serious. Since nothing truly valuable had ever been stolen, it was quite obvious no one had broken in, not that anyone really could. Â They brushed it off as misplacing things. Jason joked that the house has developed an appetite. No one suspected you, not at first.
Your room wasnât messy. It was like a  picture in those furniture catalogues, everything neat, bed made, just clean. Everything except one particular corner. It started small with just an old shoe box. There, you kept all the things you stole and collected. Batteries, spoons, everything small enough to fit.
Over time, though, it got worse.
The hsoebox wasnât enough to carry all of your stolen items, so you just dedicated the entire corner to your spoils. Chess pawns, a card deck, the lighter from Jason, and somehow, everything found its place in your corner.
Still, it wasnât messy. You had everything organised, not by color, not by height, just by feeling.
If someone asked you if you had seen some of their stuff, youâd say no, it wasnât a lie, no, really. You honestly didnât know, not until hours later, when your eyes spotted the item among your pile. Sometimes, whenever you remembered, you felt bad, you knew it was annoying the others. Whenever you stepped out of the room though, it was like you left all of you worries behind, mind wiped and ready to start a new day.
Youâd never lie, it just wasn't on your mind all day.
Bruce discovered it by accident.
He had knocked on your door before entering. You werenât inside, and usually he would just leave to look for you elsewhere, but then his eyes spotted a shimmering thing in your corner. As he got closer, he saw the pile. He saw things the others had been looking for, and all this time they had apparently been sitting in your room.
He crouched beside it. His first instinct was to analyse it. Compulsive behavior? Anxiety? Sentimental attachment? He wasnât sure, there wasnât really any order, at least he didnât see any.
This collection was random, he saw anything and everything in that pile. It looked like you just took whatever was within reach, mind not focused on whether it mattered or not. Your father didnât touch anything. He was intrigued to say the least. While he couldnât come up with a reason why, he explained it as wanting to keep a little piece of your family with them at all times. To him, it was because every little thing reminded you of home, which made you feel safe. It was your little secret, but it showed just how much you loved them, too.
He quietly left you room, a bright smile on his face.
The others started to notice, too. Not because you had made it more obiouse, but because their habits had changed.
Dick got home late one night, and usually heâd just go straight ot bed after a long, hot shower, but something within him compelled him to go around the manor. He wasnât sure why; it just felt right. Dick caught you wandering around the manor that night. Barefoot and still half asleep, he saw you pause beside a table in the hallway. It was a keychain Damian had bought during a school trip to the zoo. You picked it up and continued walking without hesitation.
Dick watched as you disappeared around the corner. The next morning, when he asked if you had seen it, you shook your head, you hadnât even remembered taking it. Your brother wasnât accusing you, no, it was obvious you didnât do it with any malicious intent. It was quite cute, honestly, you taking the stuff and keeping it safe. He likes to compare it to a little hamster, bringing the stuff back to its little home.
Jason wanted to experiment. He left random objects around the house to see if youâd pick them up. A wrench, a stuffed teddy, poker chips, anything he could get his hands on. Then he watched. Within days, all of those items ended up in your room. You didnât look guilty, it wasnât a conscious effort to bring them into your room. When you notice the things your brain just decided âmineâ. You pick it up and just keep walking.
Jason was fascinated. Sure, he found it strange too, but mostly it was endearing. Whenever he had a bad day, heâd leave stuff out for you and wait for you to pick it up. No matter what, it would always put a smile on his face.
Tim took it a step further. At first, he built a spreadsheet of all the missing items. Of course, he did. It was something easy to get his mind off patrol. Dates, missing items, location, object type, je tried ot figure out a pattern. There wasnât. From batteries to personal items, all different materials and usefulness, some even broken. He couldnât figure it out. Not until he caught you in the act.
It was late at night, and he stumbled upon you in the kitchen. He just wanted to grab a small snack when he saw you grab the candle from the dinner table. He was stunned. After all this time, he finally figured it out by accident.
But Tim didnât stop, he continued working on the spreadsheet, continued logging in every missing item as if it were important. It calmed him, it was almost relaxing. It was a way of keeping your movement documented, to show you were still part of their lives.
Every night, heâd open his computer to check for any events that had happened. It was routine by now, and it helped him sleep.
Damian was very irritated at first. It was annoying having to look for things that seemingly disappeared. He had suspected his pets, but quickly realised that dogs wouldnât go after silver spoons.
He had asked his brothers, maybe they wanted to annoy him on purpose, but they all denied it. It didnât cross his mind that you might have anything to do with it, you were his favorite, always nice and helpful, and he called you his big brother with pride.
Still, he investigated, stayed up late to see if anyone was behaving suspiciously. He waited for hours before he finally saw you. You wandered into the library, browsing the shelves without a real purpose. Then you stopped, you didnât pick a book, instead you picked up an old bookmark someone left there by accident, and just put it in your pocket.
He followed you as you went back to your room and watched as you carefully placed the bookmark among the other things in your collection.
It was odd to say the least, but he didnât mind. Many people had weird habits, and he wasnât going to be mad at you because it was obvious you had no ill intent. Damian simply accepted the fact and moved on. You were his big brother; in his eyes, you could do no wrong. It wasnât a flaw, just a unique quirk of yours.
No one confronted you immediately, mostly because they didnât know what to say. Stop collecting rubber bands? Return the batteries? Mostly, it was random stuff no one really cared for; it would only lead to unwanted confrontation. Not to mention, even if you were hoarding things, your room was still neat, still clean, even with the extra stuff.
It wasnât hurting anyone.
Not until Alfred needed his wisk.
By now, though, he had bought a double of almost every item.
Hi, I hope Iâm not bothering you could I ask a Dick Grayson or Jason Todd x male reader who has severe generalized and social anxiety disorder ? I hope thatâs not a problem, good night
Dick/Jason x m!reader
Thank you for the request, I hope you like it. I put some of my own experiences in this story because I could kinda relate. Hop you don't mind.
Anxiety
Dick
Being with someone like Dick was hard. Not because he was a bad partner, no, quite the opposite. Maybe he was too good compared to you. He had many friends, spent his hours outside, gracing the neighbourhood with his presence, and taking Hailey out on a walk. He thrived in social settings, really, his favorite times were the ones spent with the whole team gathered up in one room. He never shied away from talking, some might say he talked too much, but you loved it whenever he went on his long rambles about his day.
It felt like living in his shadow, not that you strived ot be him, but because you could never shine as he did. You hated joining his walks, he always knew someone on the street and started to talk to them. You stood by his side, sweating, tightly clasping your hands, feeling your face redden, it was torture. You couldnât stop your thoughts from spiralling. They probably thought you were an odd pair, you werenât the right fit for Dick, or maybe you were simply too ugly. Were you standing weird? Gosh, you were already exhausted. Maybe you should have just stayed home.
Dick knew, and he tried to make it better, he would try not to be too social, taking routes that were not that well visited. He would turn to you after an encounter and try to quiet your thoughts. It didnât work well, but you wanted him to know hi seffort were appreciated.
It was a daily struggle.
But it wasnât just the walks that destroyed you on the inside, it was every day, really. You saw Dick, saw his undeniable beauty, and every time you saw yourself in the mirror, doubts started to form. Why did he choose you? Was this all a prank he would laugh at later? You should definitely change something about yourself to just be⌠not you. You werenât enough, no matter how many times he would tell you otherwise.
He had so many good-looking friends, any of them were more deserving of you. Was it selfish to want to be wanted by him? You couldnât decided wether you deserved Dick or not.
Dick saw it, obviously, he was a great boyfriends. Even though you tried to hide it, he saw the way you bit your lips when you were anxious, the sigh that left you whenever something was too hard to handle, it wasnât that hard to notice. He, too, had some constant thoughts racing through his mind. How could this world let someone like you suffer this much? You had explained to him that a huge part of your constant worries stemmed from your childhood. Friends, family, and teachers that were supposed to be on your side had destroyed your self-esteem, and you were still trying to rebuild it years later.
He hated seeing you doubt your relationship. He loved you, there was a special place in his heart just for you. If he could just erase your anxiety, he would, but he knew it would take time, and he would give you all the time in the world as long as he could stay by your side and see you happy.
If you had really bad days, ones where getting out of bed was hard, he stayed by your side. Dick tried to get you out of your coucoun, but never did he say anything degrading or ill-meaning. He wanted to help you with love, truly help you, and not just force you to magically be better. He understood the struggles.
Dick was overjoyed whenever you agreed to go out on a date to a restaurant. It was a struggle for you, but sometimes your mind felt like you could handle it, and as long as Dick was there to guide you through it, it wouldnât be that bad. He kne wit meant he had to go through the door first, choose the table, maybe even talk to the waiter for you, but getting you out of the house was already a good start.
Some days were more exhausting that others. Whenever you decided to change your ways and work through your struggles, it always ended with cuddles. Dick was proud that you put in the effort to better yourself, not just because he could get you to come see his friend group more often, but because he saw that, slowly, your life got easier. The nightly cuddles were also a pro.
Dick was the positivity that kept you going, the light along the way. Because of him, you pushed further, even though you hated every moment of it, but in the end, Â it was worth it.
The image in the mirror would slowly change, no longer were you plagued with headaches and dry, broken lips. It felt easier to breathe, there wasnât a rope tied tightly around your chest anymore. The thoughts were fully gone, tiny bits lingered, but your head was no longer filled with them. You knew youâd never be like Dick, but it was enough if you were just the best version of yourself. He was there to love you.
Jason
It was a miracle you two even got together. Never would you have imagined someone would be interested in you, not when others were just⌠better. There wasnât anything special about you, not like the others, no, why would anyone ever find you attractive?
But somehow you still end up in a relation with him. he was handsome, muscular, a sweetheart, how were you so lucky to get him? It was hard managing the relationship, luckily, he wasnât that outgoing, so staying home, rotting in your bed was a usual occurrence. That didnât mean youâd stay in bed all day. Jason loved visiting libraries and just any cafe and book shop, even if you wanted to go with him, it was hard ot even get outside. A cafe filled with people? a no-go, especially if Jason was a regular, you didnât want to be seen by someone that knew Jason.
It felt like you were dragging him down with your constant negativity. Youâd stumble over words trying to explain that you simply couldnât go to a restaurant if you didnât know the menu and how much everything is going to cost. Where were you going to sit? What should you wear? What if they didnât allow casual clothing?
Jason couldnât really understand you, he really had no problem with just doing whatever he wanted, but that didnât mean he judged you. He knew that you couldnât just stop the thoughts, they were irrational, sure, but they were valid too. He tried to figure out what would make you calmer, get you to breathe again. He saw the little cues whenever you started to spiral.
He stayed calm when you were being âirrationalâ, he knew it was just difficult for you to regulate your emotions, the constant sleepless nights and fatigue werenât helping. But he stayed, through all of it, he stayed, because he knew you were a wonderful person and the anxiety was just hiding it.
Days spent at home were usually filled with physical contact. Due to your constant stress, you had some muscle tightness, pain, and some bothersome headaches. Jason was heaven-sent as he took time out of his day to actually massage your shoulders or feet. It was nice to relax and take your mind off all the worries that filled your head. During times when you struggled with sleep, he was always by your side, bringing you tea and a warm blanket or even cooking up some food if you knew you couldnât sleep. However, on days when you had no energy, Jason was more than happy to just stay in bed with you. The TV would be on, volume turned down, or he would just be reading while you cuddled him.
Dates were the most âexcitingâ outing, really, you planned the whole day around it, the one before too. You wanted to look perfect because Jason deserved nothing less in your mind. Picking the outfit, choosing the right perfume, meticulously looking at the clock to see how much time was left before youâd leave, it was the only thing on your mind. Jason took the lead when it came to actually getting into the restaurant and ordering the food. It was weight taken from your shoulder, so he didnât mind.
It started to get better when he started to introduce you to one of his few friends. The awkwardness from the beginning faded pretty quickly, and after spending countless hours together, it was easy to be yourself around him. Going outside wasnât torture anymore either. You started to just talk over the thought inside your head, but ignoring didnât help, so you just actively pushed them to the side and started to think more positively.
Jason was the calm you needed, he could pretty quickly stop you from spiralling. Just a few words of his were enough to quell most of your fears, though they didnât disappear completely. He helped you get out of your shell. You truly loved him for staying by your side and bringing out your side.
Hello writer, I really like your writing. (*´Ďď˝*) DC's writing and male readers are very good. So I'd like to propose a request for ideas about the Bat Family The male reader is a mercenary, no matter what the job is, he will accept it as long as he is paid. He does not side with the hero or the villain, is neutral to both sides, is intelligent and good at fighting. In short, the male reader is good at everything, until he meets Bruce and the Bat family, a family that likes him and wants him to marry his father, The reader refuses to give in and runs away but is chased back (I want the reader to resist a bit, like fight for their rights, but you know who Batman is, if he wants something he gets it). (಼ďšŕ˛Ľ)
With love from your readers and best wishes.
Struggle Is Pointless
Yandere Batfam x m!reader
A lot of people agreed that money isnât everything, it canât buy happiness, or whatever the saying goes. You didnât care what they thought. To you, money was everything, and luckily enough, in your⌠profession money was never an issue. You made more in one day than others would make their whole life. It didnât matter how much money you made or how much sat in your bank account, you only wanted more. Luckily, you were one of the best. It didnât matter who or what had to be done, you always finished a mission. Â
You werenât one to interfere in the whole hero-villain business, not only was there going to be a domino-effect adn possible annoy you for a while, but also because no one had offered enough money for the trouble⌠yet. No one was truly safe, as long as the money was worth the trouble.
Those who knew you were well aware to never cross your path, and if they did, they knew someone had sent you. They also knew that they wouldnât see the next day. You were infamous, a mercenary only known to the wealthy and corrupt. You did your work, just like anyone else.
Gotham was one of your favorite places, a lot of crime meant a lot of potential jobs. Petty criminals that wanted to get revenge, CEOs that wanted to get rid of competitors, hell, even the police had paid you to dispose of certain people, Gotham was a pool filled with trigger-happy people. The only thing you didnât like was the bats. Too smart for your liking, never one to give up on a lead, and overall just annoying. You could deal with them even on your worst days, really, but you didnât like the hassle and preferred a quick mission without much interference.
You could still remember the day that ultimately changed your whole life. It was a simple mission: put a bullet between someoneâs eyes and get out of there, something you had done a thousand times at this point. On one of Gothamâs roofs, you were waiting for your target, scope already trained on a particular window. A beautifully quiet night, the moonlight gave the city an eerie glow, almost supernatural, perfect for making some money. Just as always, you finished your mission and packed up, ready to get out of the city and spend the money you just made. It wouldnât be that easy, however.
Just as you were about to get down from the roof, you heard him approach. You let out a sigh, your night was going to be much more exhausting. It was honestly surprising how long it had taken Batman to finally confront you. You knew it would happen one day, you had been active in Gotham for a while now, but that doesnât mean you wanted him to just show up and ruin your night. Just then, you heard more footsteps. Great, his little protege bird would also join the fight.
Dropping your gear, you turned towards them. You werenât too keen that the mission had turned out that way, but you were also certain that you could beat them. Time is money, so you didnât want to waste any on the vigilante family - as long as you could get out of Gotham without being tracked, everything would be fine.
Apparently, the universe decided to fuck with you. Instead of fighting, THE Batman just started to talk to you. You were beyond confused; he was complimenting your work and the excellence with which you did your job. Hearing it from Batman, it almost felt like an insult.
âYou have piqued my interestâ, he said with his rough voice. âI want you to come back with meâ. The little kid beside him nodded, as if what he said was reasonable.
To say you were shocked is an understatement. There was no way you could explain this, nothing could have prepared you for this. He slowly made his way towards you, and in your shock, you almost didnât move. Just barely, you managed to evade him, using the opportunity, you made your way down from the roof and, more importantly, away from him.
They followed you, obviously, but you were able to get away from them eventually. They sure tried their best to capture you. It was honestly scary. Before, you would have thought that having Batman chase you would be nothing more than annoying, but this was proven wrong, especially when everything started out so creepy.
Back at your base, you were focusing on the money you made, already plannin gon how to spend it. Batman and his Robin were pushed aside. Surely, this was a one-time thing?
It got worse after that. Apparently, every vigilante in Gotham was trying their best to get you and Batman together. It was honestly obsessive. No matter where or at what time of day, someone, be it Nightwing, Red Robin, or even fucking Red Hood, they somehow always found you. After that, there was always a short talk trying to convince you to simply go with them, which you always denied. Then, inevitably, a chase always started.
It was slowly starting to exhaust you. On missions, you started to focus way more on your surroundings, in case any of them decided to jump you. The chase also wasnât really fun. Sure, you always got away, but you didnât like the risk of slipping up, which you never did, but a tiny part of you was still preparing for that possibility.
You were always one step ahead.
Usually
In hindsight, Â you should have stopped, but how else were you gonna keep the money in your account? Logically, you knew it was only a matter of time before Batman got his hands on you, but you didnât want to accept your fate. Maybe, if you had stopped, you wouldnât be in this situation right now.
You were locked in his bedroom, gagged, hands cuffed, and legs bound. Batman, or Bruce as he introduced himself, was leaning over you with a smile on his face. It infuriated you.
He was going on and on about how much he has fallen for you, coming to terms with loving a mercenary, but ultimately deciding to bring you here. Not only that, but apparently, the whole family, the other vigilantes, were also keen on keeping you in the house. They had built this fantasy about you living with them, being in love with their father, etc.
It was insane
But the desperation in his eyes made you feel⌠differently.
The longer you stayed with him, the easier it was to see that all he wanted was true love.
Of course, you fought back. You were still filled with rage and the desperation to get out. But it soon became obvious that it was pointless, so you stopped struggling.
The way he touched you so lovingly, caressing your face as if you were the most precious thing. His sweet words started to get to you. With no way to get out, you sat there for hours. Listening to him talk about how you were the most precious thing. Over time, it slowly wore down all defenses you put up.
Maybe it wasnât so bad. Bruce Wayne was rich, he could buy you anything you wanted. Money wouldnât be a problem at all. While the rest of the family was equally insane and obsessive as Bruce, all they wanted was for their father to be happy. Not to mention that they pretty much adopted you as their second parent from the beginning.
It was your downfall.
The softness they promised called to you. Logically, you knew that they were manipulating you, but something deep inside you was yearning for it. Bruce saw that you no longer rejected his touch, and he couldnât be happier. Ever since he first saw you, he knew in his heart that he had to have you. he had spent hours watching videos he had taken of you, he needed to study everything. His children knew it wasnât right, but they also wanted to make him happy. At first, it was truly only to make sure his fantasies would come true, but over time, they also started to develop a slight connection. If they managed to capture you, they could show you how great your life would be, if you were part of their family.
They were desperate to have someone fill the hole of their second parent.
After months, you just accept your fate. It was no use fighting, you wouldnât get away, and honestly, you didnât really want to escape anymore. After all this time, the life they promised, as a father and husband, didnât seem so bad. Especially when they acted like you could do no wrong.
It truly wasnât that bad. You got a nice husband, a good family, and overall money out of all of it.
I was wondering how would Yan batfam react to male reader with unhealthy/self-destructive coping mechanisms (like self harm, drug use, smoking), but tries to hide it/minimizing, do to toxic masculinty "boys don't cry" Attitude for past trauma.
(please feel free to ignore this if it makes you uncomfortable in any way shape or form)
"Boys Don't Cry"
platonic yan!Batfam x m!reader
By now, you had been a Wayne for years, and your life before that was only blurry fragments you preferred not to recall. You knew that the past was neither kind nor pretty, and it left scars. Sometimes, memories crept into your dreams, reminding you there was no closure. When Bruce entered your life, everything changed for the better. Back then, you hid your pain out of embarrassment, believing you would share it someday, but never finding the right moment.
Youâve carried this emotional weight for years. You were certain most people would have been crushed, but you handled it in your own way. It wasnât ideal, but you refused to just cry alone. Crying seemed embarrassing, even unnecessary, considering what had happened to you. Instead, you reached for a knife or anything sharp.
You couldnât really decide if it was a punishment or relief, it felt like both. Watching the blood flow down your skin was like watching the negative thought flow out from your body. On the other hand, it felt deserved, for the inner struggle you apparently couldnât really deal with. Your father, your brothers, none of them seemed to reach towards the same solutions as you, no, they were practically the picture-perfect men.
The thoughts about having to be like them never really left you. Throughout the day, whenever you saw them, you really thought about what you had to change about yourself, ten usually came this feeling of guilt that started to smother you. The fact that you werenât like them bothered you, they were in many ways strong, so much stronger than you could ever be, and as hard as you tried, you could only change so much.
You obviously couldnât talk about those feelings with your father. As much as you loved him, a small part of you was still scared he would not take you seriously, you wouldnât either, really, you werenât supposed to.
You kept everything hidden, and truth be told, you weren't even that scared of anyone finding out, no,you weren't scared, you were just embarrassed.
After a while of hiding everything so well, it was bound to be revealed. Unlike what you thought, though, no one was there to ridicule you. No, your family was just shocked that something this major had to be revealed to them.
It was right after a gala, everyone was on their way home, and honestly, it was a good night for most. Not for you, though. Some drunk couple was far too interested in you, and instead of standing up for yourself, you embarrassingly turned towards one of your older brothers. It seemed like everyone knew how to handle a situation like that except you. How embarrassing
After finally getting home, you rushed towards your room, angry and deeply ashamed of the previous events. If you hadnât overreacted like that, then maybe Dick would have never seen you actively clawing at your skin. It was for the best, thinking about it, but at the moment, it felt like the whole world would explode.
Dick quickly wrapped you in a tight hug to stop you from being able to hurt yourself anymore, and at first, you fought him violently to get out. But as the time went on, your aggression turned into defeat, as you cumbled into his arms. You werenât used to being coddled, but it felt so right to just finally cry your eyes out. Dick held you until you finally tired yourself out. After that, he cautiously put you to bed before leaving and explaining what had happened to the rest of the family.
To say everyone was shocked was an understatement. It was obvious that something had been going on for a while, and apparently none of them had seen it. Everyone felt as though they had betrayed you. When they took you in, they wanted to give you the best life, filled with joy and little to no worry, but apparently, they had been too blinded by their own love to see you were secretly hurting.
As your father, Bruce felt the worst, he thought that ever since he had taken you in , your life had become the best version. He was happy to see you smile, almost euphoric when you brought the family together. In his delusion, he didnât see the little signs, didnât see that you were secretly hurting. It was obvious, really, with the way you grew up, he should have known.
After he realised his mistake and the existential crisis in his bedroom, Bruce decided to spend more time with you and help you get rid of those unhealthy coping mechanisms. Of course, he wasnât exactly the best role model, but that didnât mean he would try to help you. If you decided to always go to him whenever you had a bad day, he was sure to ignore everything and everyone for you. It was important to him that you knew he would be your father forever, he wouldnât judge you for things that were ultimately because of your old upbringing. His  family is the most important thing to him, and you were the bond that held everyone together. His love for you is endless. When he first introduced you to the family, all he wanted was to show you the life you deserved. Now that he knew of his mistake, he would change the world if it meant you could live life without worrying about that.
Dick also took a knife to the back. He always wanted to be the big brother that everyone could lean on, and truly, he tried his best. It wasnât hard for him, really; it was mostly his personality that made it so easy. And with you? It was the same. He was himself, trying to make you happy, spend time with you, and just wanted you to enjoy the time you had with the family. At first, he was a bit skeptical about Bruce bringing in another kid, he was worried you were just gonna be another child soldier, but when he met you, everything changed. He saw that you had come from a bad place, and Bruce decided to show you a happy life, and dick was here for it. He was especially happy that with your arrival, the others also joined together. Sure, they still had some nights together as a family, but you brought them out of their own little world. Family nights were way more common now, thanks to you. He too felt terrible when he realised you had been hurting on the inside for so long. He promised that he would show you that being a man doesnât mean you have to fit a certain mold, and it didnât really seem to be with certain restrictions when it come ot emotions. Dick loved to show you that he especially loved to show all of his emotions, and he certainly didnât shy away from anything deemed too âfeminine.â
Jasoonâs inner turmoil grew when he heard about your situation. At first, he kind of blamed himself. For many, he was the poster of a man, big, muscular and keeping his emotions in check. It wasnât true. He fought with himself so often, the rage, the sadness and the guilt kept him up at night. He, too, struggled with it for so long, fortunately he found his way to deal with it through baking with lafred. It calmed him down like nothing else. Then there was you, at first he struggled a bit with accepting you as his sibling. To him, you were light, the sunshine on a perfect summer day, and he didnât know how to accept it into his life. Maybe he was blinded by your radiance, he couldnât explain how he didnât see your internal struggles otherwise. Jason may not have the same energy as Dick when it comes to helping his siblings, but were Dik was all the (almost) overwhelming energy, Jason was the calmness that kept you grounded.
Timâs entire being practically broke into a million pieces. He prided himself on his journalistic nature, he figured out who Batman was at a young age, and ever since then, he has been probably the best detective out of them all. To be fair, he always had a gut feeling that you were hiding something, whether it was intentionally or not, but he also didnât want to make you uncomfortable during the time with him. Since you werenât associated with crime or any criminal association, Tim figured you werenât hiding anything detrimental, oh how wrong he was. He couldnât change the past, but he could definitely fix his past mistakes. His devastation turned into a determination to show you how to deal with your past. He wanted to show you that even if you came with baggage, there was nothing wrong with it, and there was always a way to improve. He knew that the past never really left, but one could always make their future better.
Damian was the one that could relate to you the best, even in his young age. While you both definitely had very different upbringings and different traumas, he knew how hard it was to get away from the habits you formed to survive. When Damian first came to the manor, he quickly realized just how different he was. Not only his attitude and his demeanor, but also his view on life. It took a while for him to warm up to the rest of the family, and while he did change, there was always a part of him that was al Ghul. When you came to be his sibling, he was quick to cling to you. It wasnât like his father, no, your bond was different. To Damian, it felt like you had been siblings since birth, you were family, his blood. Even though he couldnât really get behind the reason you hurt yourself, he is still a kid after all, and he knew it had something to do with your past. Damian knew he couldnât really give you the advice your older siblings could give you, but he still wanted to support you. He knew you were happy to just be around him; movie nights with him were very common, so he focused on being one of your anchors.
It was hard accepting all their help, it also meant accepting the trauma and hurt. It took a while to fully let them in, but they didnât give up, all they wanted was to give you the family you deserved. A family you could fully trust.
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Hello! I'm new to your blog, but just wanted to ask if we'd ever get a continuation of your Frostbitten piece; it is so good.
Frostbitten pt. 2
Platonic Yandere Batfaml x m!reader
Part 1
Learning to live with your powers, without hiding them, hasnât been easy. You tried, you really did, but even with all the love your family has given you, you still had a hard time accepting who you were.
Every time you looked in the mirror, every time you saw the scars, something in you just felt wrong.
Your family tried their best, giving you solutions to make everyday living easier, but it still wouldnât make it normal.
They couldnât make you accept that the powers were part of you. The scars were a constant reminder that the ice wanted to escape your body and cause harm, pressing against you whenever your control slipped.
Their love was warm, but the ice inside you made it hard to feel.
You felt like a ticking time bombâalways on edge, alert to the possibility that you might lose control and something terrible could happen at any moment.
It wasnât easy explaining to your family how you felt, nor was it easy for any of them to relate. Jason was some sort of pillar, having spent years trying to control the rage inside him after what had happened with the Joker. It made  you feel a bit better that you werenât the only one that felt like staying was only going to hurt your family. He was with you almost every night, wrapping his arms around you as you tried to hide in his massive form.
You didnât go out much, always scared that you would accidentally out yourself. You didnât trust yourself that the little control over your powers would be enough. The world wouldnât see you for a long time, not until you had complete control.
At first, you tried to act normal, tried to act like it didnât still scare you, but your family noticed, of course, they did.
Behind the scenes, Bruce contacted many meta-humans to ask for help. While he wasnât very fond of the idea of you clinging to someone not family, he realized that this was simply something he had to do. Though he would still make sure that they didnât spend too much time with you.
It had taken a while for you to stop getting frustrated after every unsuccessful training session. Over time, though, it got easier. Over time, the powers didnât feel like a parasite, draining your life force. It put a smile on your face whenever you used your powers to create. It was fun even.
Bruce would watch from the sidelines, a smile on his face. He hated seeing the frown on your face, and he hated it even more when he couldnât help you. He knew that many people believed that Batman hated metas. None of it was true. He didnât hate them, nor did he despise or dislike them, he was simply aware of the destruction those powers could cause. He was simply taking a precaution when he was rigorously studying every meta in Gotham.
Dick loved your newfound confidence. He would often come to you and coax you into some shenanigans. Why not use your powers to freeze the garden for an impromptu ice rink? Or maybe try to make an ice sculpture of a family member. He loved the way you would hug him after every play date. The smile on your face was to die for. Dick was there to show you that your powers were normal.
Jason had always been the overprotective older brother. He was the one that gave you the silent reassurance that no matter what, your family, especially Jason, would always stand by your side. If you decided to go out, enjoy the nice weather, and spend time outside of the manor, he was there to be by your side. Gotham wasnât the safest place for meta-humans, especially one with such a high potential as yourself. If he even got a whiff of someone planning to take you in any way, that person and the whole organisation would be burned to the ground that same day.
Tim hadnât stopped researching ever since the news about your power had come to light. He would have spent weeks searching for a cure if you had asked him. he wouldnât have stopped, not until he could have made you happy. But you decided to learn to control the fear. Decided to take your fate into your own hands. Documents lined his desk, all about your powers, how they manifested, in which ways you had used them, everything. He encouraged you to keep trying, told you that after his research, you had almost unlimited potential. If you wanted to become a superhero, you could, or you could help in other ways. Tim had dealt with many supers, Connor was one of his best friends, so he may have asked for some help when it came to you. He looked for materials that would help your skin stay intact, heating pads that would keep your limbs warm, and keep you comfortable.
Damian had dealt with many strange things ever since he was born. His grandfather wasnât someone you could call normal. Even though he was still a child, coehting he would vehemently deny, he had a lot of compassion when it came to you. He understood the fear and anger you  tried to keep hidden, he could relate ot the frustrations and the pain you felt. To others, he would not have been as kind, telling them that maybe they were simply not able to handle such powers, but not you. You were his sibling, his older brother, you had been through so much, so scared that you even ran away from home. He would never let you feel that way again. Even if he wasnât someone who showed affection easily, for you, he would cross that line.
It had been a while before you fully grasped the extent of your powers, the members of the Justice League and other supers had been a great help. Â Many had told you that you could be a great help, saving lives and protecting the weak. While it definitely made you feel great, you didnât think you were cut out for the whole hero life. But that didnât mean you werenât going to help, just not in the same way as Superman would. You focused on the other things. Keeping the habitats of penguins and icebears afloat, letting it snow during summer to make kids happy, it wasnât much, but it was honest work.
Still, most of your time was spent at home, where all of your family would gather furing dinner and listen to your achievements. They would listen attentively, smile  during your story tellings, and and comments about how proud they were of you after you were finished. It was their favorite time, seeing you so happily talk about your powers that, a while ago, had been the reason why you had ran away. For them it felt like coming home to peace -  a warm blanket that wrapped itself around them and helped them relax.
hihihi ok this might sound odd but like can you try writing a Bruce Wayne x m!reader fic but like itâs a highschool au where like the reader is getting bullied and the only person who really care about him is Bruce ?? Iâm sorry I never requested stuff before this feels weird to do đđ
Start Of Something Good
Bruce wayne x m!reader
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You hated high school. Since it started, your life has turned to hell. Some peers seemed to find making you miserable amusing. You never knew why. You werenât anything specialâaverage looks, average grades. Just another face in the crowd.
You often wondered why they targeted you, though bullying rarely had a reason. The first weeks were fineâno clear groups yet, just friendly exchanges. It didnât last, but at first there was little animosity.
Apparently, you pissed off the wrong person by simply existing. Maybe it was because you were pretty average that they targeted you, who knows? All you knew was that ever since that day, your high school life was pretty much ruined. It started out with just one person being slightly rude to you. Some mean remarks here and there, some comments whenever you got an answer wrong, and just overall asshole-y behavior. Over time, though, more people joined in on the âfunâ. Perhaps they all hated you, or they got convinced to join the group; no matter what, they had it out for you.
During class, it wasnât even that bad, they had to be discreet to not alert the teacher after all, so they focused on just being annoying most of the time. Tripping you when you walked past them, accidentally spilling juice on your stuff when they walked past you, or simply taking your stuff and not giving it back until you made a slight scene. It was embarrassing most of the time, the teachers didnât really care as much as they noticed you interrupting their class.
Outside of school was a different story, though. The walk from class to the front gates was like a battlefield, enemies everywhere, and no place to hide. Most days, you tried to just walk there as fast as possible, avoid everyone, and just get to your chaveur and get home. Unfortunately, most days, they also made it almost impossible for you to even get out of class before they were on you. They were like hungry wolves, savage like animals waiting to tear you apart. Almost every day, theyâd push you around, ripping your backpack from your shoulder before dumping all of your belongings to the ground, where they then trampled on it. After that, their attention turned to you. They were usually careful not to accidentally leave a trace, so your face usually stayed unharmed. If someone did hit you by accident, they made sure to threaten you further into keeping quiet, not that you ever would tattle on them. Bruises littered your whole body by the time you got home, though you made sure no one ever saw, you didnât want anyoneâs attention. It would only make it worse. In your mind, as long as you focused on other aspects of your life, it wasnât so bad. Just keep thinking positively, and you wonât feel the knot of dread in your stomach tighten.
You were afraid that it would escalate one day, truly scared that theyâd one day not let you up and just keep beating you until you stopped breathing. Though that only happened in your nightmares. It scared you to go to school every day, you knew they would be counting down the minutes until they could torture you again. Mentioning anything about this to your parents felt like you were admitting you were the weakest. It embarrassed you that they would have to fight your fight. Not to mention, you werenât even sure if they would care or just brush it under the rug like they usually do. While they werenât bad parents, they didnât give you the safety net you needed.
No matter that, you had to get ready for bed, tomorrow would be a new day. You should focus on our studies anyway instead of focusing on them.
As the time ticked by, you could feel sweat starting to form on your hands. You heartrate spiked as you looked at the clock. You wished you had stayed home, then you wouldnât have to deal with any of this. But you didnât, and now you anxiously sat there, waiting for the bell to ring and release the wolves onto you. If you were fast enough this time, maybe you could outrun them. You always thought you could, but usually they were on you before you even had time to zip up your backpack. Focusing on class was impossible, your fingers tapped the desk in a nervous rhythm, waiting for the last few seconds to pass and grant you, hopefully, freedom.
Finally, the bell rang, and you practically stormed out of the class, ignoring the teacher spewing something about âthe bell doesnât dismiss you.â You didnât care, all your focus was on getting outside. As you weaved between students, muttering a fewâ excuse meâs every now and then, you felt your foot catch on something, stopping your forward movement and instead tumbling straight down to the tiled floor of the school. Even though you were a bit disoriented after the fall, you knew exactly what awaited you now. You couldnât even stand up before  they dragged you behind the school. By this point, you were used to it all, though this time it felt as though they were rougher than usual.
They threw you to the ground before they formed a circle around you. No one made a move to hurt you, at least, not yet. The way they stared at you felt different too, like they were more excited than usual. You realized that today, you might not walk away with just a bruised body.
The leader of the group, whose name you could hardly bother to remember their names, reached into his back pocket before he presented the group with a small pocket knife. You were truly fucked. Never would you have thought this would actually happen. Nightmares plagued you almost every night, where this exact situation would happen. But now this is real.
Your heart rate quickened, it was as if suddenly everything was blurry. You couldnât focus, you rhwole body felt numb. Thereâs nothing you could do right now, not that you could move anyway. Right now, you just hoped theyâd finish it quickly, though you knew they liked to take their time with you.
You hardly felt him grab you by the collar, all you were focused on was the glinting of the knife. The metallic shine as the sunlight hit it. The cold feeling as it touched your cheek sent shivers down your spine. If you were crying, you couldnât tell, your mind shot down everything other than the threat right in front of you.
Then, just as suddenly as he had held the knife to your face, it disappeared. It took you a few seconds to realise what had happened. Someone had pushed him off of you, or rather, that someone threw themselves at him. As you turned your head to look at both of them, what you saw was basically a brawl between the two. Though one of them was clearly winning.
Your savior, whose face you still hadnât seen, was practically wiping the floor with them. It was obvious that he was trained in some form of martial art, with the way he moved, the way he dodged, and most importantly, the way he beat them up. It was over rather quickly, and surprisingly, he won 5 to 1.
After they scrambled away, or rather, after he let them, this kind stranger finally turned to you, and thatâs when you realised just who your hero was.
Bruce fucking Wayne stood in front of you, slightly out of breath, clothes tousled and hair unkempt from the fight. You were speechless before, but now you were too stunned to even mutter a single thank you. He, ever the gentleman, made his way towards you, knelt down, and started to check on any injuries you might have. Meanwhile, you couldn't stop staring at him. You were pretty sure you were hallucinating, maybe your brain was conjuring up some illusion to make death a bit prettier. But no, he was real, right in front of you, with a face that looked so concerned. It was strange to have someone, outside of your family, look at you like that.
Luckily, you werenât injured, all he saw were some old bruises from another time the group had targeted you. When he saw that, his face scrunched up as if he were holding back his anger. Apparently anger that you were hurt.
After a while, after the numbness in your limbs had gone away, Bruce walked with you towards the school entrance. Words still couldnât even form in your mind, your body moved on autopilot, just following Bruce. You hardly noticed as he talked with, what you later realised was his butler and yours. He told them about what happened, the state of shock you were in, and, after a short discussion, led you towards his car.
You arrived together at his mansion, your parents were on a whole other continent, not to mention that you didnât want to go home, a place that didnât feel like a safe place anyway. Bruce took you to one of the spare rooms, there were enough in the big mansion.
If you were truly conscious, it would have been extremĂśly awkward. You never really talked. He was Bruce Wayne, and next to him, you were a small guppy, you simply didnât stand a chance next to him.
But now, as he and his Butler tended to you, it felt as if this was the most normal thing you had ever done.
It wasnât until the next day that you came to and realised the events from yesterday. You could have been seriously injured, permanently disfigured, or worse, lost your life to these stupid bullies  that decided to take it too far.
You lay in the bed, staring up at the ceiling, until the butler, whose name you now knew was Alfred, knocked at your door to inform you that breakfast was ready. As you followed him, your heart began to beat faster in your chest. It made you nervous to think about actually talking to Bruce.
Finally, after walking through a confusing number of hallways, you sat infornt og Bruce, who, by the looks of it, was enjoying the breakfast that was served. You hesitated a bit before taking a bite, and truly, it was as delicious as it looked. Not much was spoken at first, though after a short while, you started by thanking hi profusly. After all, he did save you from a definitely worse future.
Conversation was surprisingly easy with him, it made you realise that all the rumors about him and all the things the tabloid said about him were wrong. He was nice, a bit awkward at first, the normal teenager type that made him seem a bit dorky.
Bruce was also relieved that he could talk to you so freely. Truth be told, he had noticed you before. Despite all the students that roamed the halls, he noticed you because you didnât want to stand out. You were simply trying to learn, using the time spent in school to further your education. Not to mention, you werenât trying to build relationships with people to take advantage of them later on, no, you were simply nice to everyone.
Bruce had wanted to talk to you ever since you had caught his eye. Someone not like him, so out of the spotlight, he wanted to know what it was like. Some part of him hoped you  would be just as nice to him as you were to other students. He knew many only sought his attention to gain something. But seeing that you never even tried to talk to him, he hoped this would be his chance to gain an actual friend.
Unfortunately for him, you somehow always evaded him. He tried to talk to you after school many times, but you always seemed in such a rush to get out, and once you left his side, you were gone, nowhere to be found.
That was until he saw some students drag you behind the school. It was obvious that you didnât want to be a part of whatever they had planned, so Bruce did the only right thing and followed. He was nervous. Was this the reason why you rushed out of school every day? Why had he not noticed that something was wrong sooner?
He stopped by a corner wall, hiding slightly and just watching to see if he really should intervene or not. At first, it seemed not so bad. He planned to simply walk up to you all and stop whatever they were doing to you, but then he saw the glint of a knife as one of them held it to your face. Bruce was shocked; he didnât expect anyone to  be this bold and maniacal. His feet were rooted to the ground, his mind needed to make sense of the scene before him. The second he comprehended what they wanted to do, he sprinted towards them. He didnât care what happened next; all he wanted to do was protect you.
Bruce was glad that he took those martial arts classes as he beat your bullies until they were spitting blood. He honestly didnât care if he broke their bones, violence was on his mind, though he remembered that you were still behind him, probably too shocked to even take the opportunity and run. Eventually, he let them leave, his mind focusing back on you.
He wasnât scared of reprimandation, Alfred would handle that. All he cared about right now was to take you back home and help you feel safe.
After that faithful day, you and Brue were practically inseparable. He accompanied you to school and afterwards you both went back to his mansion. Your parents didnât mind, they were happy you had any contact with Bruce Wayne, though you only cared that he called you his friends.
Bruce felt the same, he finally had someone he could call a true friend. He spent his night talking to you, and during breakfast, he couldnât stop smiling. You made him feel like a normal teenager.
Iâm not used to requesting fics so I hope this makes sense lol
Can I req a platonic batfam + male reader who is in university and is constantly burnt out (like he has a full schedule + extra curriculars). Just kind of platonic fluff (with maybe a twinge of angst yk??)
Thank you so much:))
Batfam x m!reader
Family Bonds
Looking out the window, you saw the rising sun, which meant you spent another night focusing on your project. It was exhausting. You promised you would get at least 2 hours of sleep today or yesterday? You donât know anymore. Days blended into the next, time seemed to fly by, and thatâs all that mattered.
Eating was something you dreaded at this point. It took time away from learning. Still, you knew that without it, you couldnât function. A quick and easy snack was all you allowed yourself. Nothing too fancyâjust enough to keep you going. Coffee and energy drinks were always by your side, too.
Hours upon hours you sat behind your desk, your back screaming and eyes dry beyond belief. You were exhausted, no steam left, but it felt like giving up, throwing away your life. You didnât want to just stop, but something in you screamed that you couldnât keep going. It felt as if something was draining your energy.
Your head was filled with thoughts, reminding you of projects and deadlines and all the extracurricular activities you had to attend. The knot in your stomach tightened, feeling guilty about âslacking off,â and yet you couldnât move a muscle.
Just in that moment, your phone pinged, a reminder in your calendar, Alfredâs birthday. You promised yourself you would attend every family birthday, a little something to keep in contact with them. But as you looked at your phone, tears gathered in your eyes. It felt as if you couldnât breathe, a tight rope bound around your chest, rowing tighter by the second. You didnât want ot dissapont your family by not showing up, but you also knew that getting up and preparing to go back home would take everything from you.
It took hours for you to stop crying and get out of your head. Ultimately, you decided to go, you still had a couple of days left. At least you didnât have to think of a present, all Alfred wanted was his family back together, thatâs all you could do anyway.
Days later, you were trudging towards the front door, and you felt your heartbeat quicken. You promised yourself to relax and not think about school and your work, but you couldnât stop yourself. It felt foreign to not be in that dark room and spend hours scrolling through papers you didnât understand. You put on a happy face as you walked right in, this was a celebration after all. The second you stepped in, you smelled the amazing cooking Jason prepared. The butler wasnât allowed to lift a finger, watching contentedly from an armchair on the side, drinking tea. Â
Dick was the first one to greet you, enveloping you in a warm hug. God, you missed this, you practically melted into it. He radiated warmth and happiness, you wanted to stay in that place forever.
âNo trouble traveling here, I hope??â He asked, already leading you to the table. Â That started a short conversation between you two. You didnât really have the energy to talk, so all you did was give him a few short answers as he talked and talked about his relationship and his job. Â
After a while, everyone settled down in their respective seats, eager to celebrate and taste the amazing meals prepared. The table was filled with different conversations, normal conversations, not related to their nightly activities. That would only lead to disaster after a while. Â
Meanwhile, you sat quietly in your seat, pushing around your food and only occasionally eating a few bites. You had lost your appetite a while back, you simply had no time to indulge in anything other than instant noodles. You appreciated the effort put into the meal, and it was delicious, truly, but if you ate more, you would surely throw it all up later. And while you hoped no one  would notice, you live in a family of detectives, nothing goes unnoticed.
Of course, they noticed your absent-minded answers, the way you lazily pushed around your food without even taking a bite, the way you leaned your head against your hand, too tired to keep it upright.
Alfred was glad you visited. He loved when his family was together, when everyone made time even when they didn't have any. But he also saw the dark circles under your eyes. He noticed how you leaned just a bit too much against Dick when you walked in. It was obvious you were overworked and had lost too many hours of sleep. You appeared sickly, pale with glassy eyes. Â
This was supposed to be a short break from college, but all you could think about was the deadlines, the projects you had yet to finish, and all the times you promised friends youâd meet up just to cancel every time. It weighed down on you. Terribly. And now it felt like you ruined another family dinner because you  couldnât keep yourself from worrying about everything. You felt like a failure. A disappointment to the family. You couldn't look them in the eyes, too ashamed of all the things you did wrong. Â
Neither could you stop the tears from flowing down your cheeks. You hated yourself in that moment. Taking the attention away from the celebration because you couldnât keep it together for one day. Just one day where everyone was supposed to just celebrate and have a good time. And you ruined it for everyone. How awkward.
You tried to save face, tried so hard not to make a sound and not gain any attention, but alas, your family almost knew before you. Dick carefully put a hand on your shoulder, trying to comfort you without even knowing whatâs going on, but his action just broke the dam. You couldnât hold back the sobs, couldnât hold back the tears.
The chair scraped against the floor as you stood up, once again running away from your problems, they couldnât see you like this, not if you could help it.
The way to your room was still the same, no chance of getting lost, and once you entered, it was clear that Alfred had put much care into cleaning it, as if sensing you were going to stay for a while. But as you sat in your room, all your thoughts spiraled. The college, your friends, your family, what would the others think of you? The pathetic you that hid in his room because he was scared of the world out there. Scared people will think of you as a failure because you couldnât even manage college with all the support you got. Pathetic. Â
Your hands felt clammy, your breath quickened, and your heart was racing. The tears wouldnât stop, no matter how hard you thought about what a waste of time this was. Rational thinking simply couldnât stop the hurt deep inside your chest. All the stress, the countless sleepless nights, everything hit all at once, and you couldnât hold it in anymore.
You didnât even hear the knock on your door, didnât notice when they opened the door, only when strong arms wrapped around you did you notice you werenât alone. Â
Just like when you were a child, you clung to your father, wrapped in the safety of his arms. Time seemed to flow, but neither of you cared, all that you needed right now was to be held. No words were spoken, not that you could talk right now anyway. Bruce hugged you just a bit tighter, hoping to calm you down a bit faster. He didnât know why you suddenly had such a reaction. No one said anything, nothing happened at that dinner table. All he saw was you crying before suddenly jumping up and running to your room, where you proceeded to have a total meltdown. Â
He didnât know why, but he knew he couldnât leave you alone right now, no matter what. It pained him seeing one of his children so... disturbed, and it pained him even more that he did not even know why it happened.
Bruce sat on your bed and held you until you ultimately passed out from sheer exhaustion. He carefully set you down on your bed and wrapped you in your blanket tightly. He stayed a few more minutes, making sure you were truly asleep. After that, he left, making sure to make as little sound as possible, then he joined the others back in the dining room. The atmosphere was filled with worry and confusion, none of them had any idea what caused your sudden breakdown. All they knew was that they needed to change whatever situation you were in. Â
With a sigh, Bruce simply explained that you were resting right now, and no one should bother you until you came down on your own. Your siblings shared a concerned glance, you hadnât really been in contact with any of them, and they simply brushed it off. Maybe you just needed space, build your own life, or you were just focusing on your studies and didnât really have anything to update them. Â
If they had known, if they had realized sooner, they would have helped you, been there to support you, they are your family after all.
When you woke up the next day, everything felt... blurry. Â Your head was empty, you didnât know what to even think about. Yesterdayâs events seemed so far away that you hardly worried about them anymore. It took a while before you decided to get out of bed, changing into more comfortable clothes before walking down to the kitchen to make yourself some coffee. You didnât even think about breakfast if it wasnât for Alfred already having prepared some for you. Â
As you mindlessly walked towards your seat, you hardly noticed the way your family was looking at you. You quickly sat down before you almost mechanically began to shove food into your mouth. It was good, really, but you didnât really enjoy it. All you could focus on was taking the next bite.
Right now, you are drained. Drained of everything, every last bit of energy, every emotion, every thought. You just existed.
Your family was obviously concerned, they knew you had a rough night, but they hoped youâd be a bit more... open to talk, or at least not half dead.
Dick and Jason shared a look, telepathically communicating about what to do next. It was obvious you would just vegetate if no one said anything. Finally, after you finished eating, Jason made his way towards you. His arms wrapped around you before he lifted you onto his shoulder, carrying you out to the garden, where the sun shone brightly, but not before grabbing a blanket from the couch to keep you comfortable. Some fresh air would surely do you some good.
After a while, the others joined you, it turned into some sort of picnic. The atmosphere was nice, having them talk around you sort of helped you open up to them.
Everything was just too much back at the college, you hardly got by with all the exams, but you just had to choose extracurriculars on top of that. You wanted Bruce to be proud of you, even if you did not join in as a vigilante. Helping them by being the ânormalâ one in the family. Someone they could talk to when they needed to crash, when they needed the comfort. You wanted to help them from the sidelines, help them by just being there, listening to their troubles, comforting them. Â
Every day you tried your best, doing everything in you to be better so your family, the ones risking their lives, could feel better. Â
But now you were the one that needed their help. As the sun rose higher, you began to talk about how stressed you had been all this time, That you were hardly eating anything, didnât text back because you were too tired and had just completely forgotten to check in with them. The countless nights you stayed awake to finish a project or to study just a âfew more hoursâ.
As you cried into Bruceâs arms, the others talked about all the solutions to help you with college. The gap year, you could take, switch major if you wanted. But most importantly, they promised you that you never had to give a part of yourself to help them. They liked that you werenât in the âfamily business,â although they were often scared someone might take a hit on you due to association. To them, it was more important that you were just enjoying your life, being who you are, and never stopping. Â
Bruce told you how proud he was that you went to medical school, but if it was too much for you, he would be just as supportive if you changed careers. He didnât want you to feel like he wouldnât support you or be proud of you if you chose something different. Â
It took a while for you to calm down. You would stay home a while longer, forgetting about college to give yourself a break and rest. After that, whatever you would do, whatever you wanted to do, was clear to always be supported by your family.
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Ok I tried, sorry it took so long. I'm open for critique, i haven't written in so long, I need to wamr up still
Hey! I hope this week has treated you fine so far. I would like to request platonic guardians of the globe/teen team (including Mark) with a superhero male or gn reader (any power) who is new to the team! I would like the reader to be shy but very brutal when fighting villains! Thank you if you do end up taking this request, have an amazing day/night.
-đâ (so I can find this later!)
I'm just gonna drop this here
Love Is In The Air
Invincible x m!reader
You were born with your powers, a metal skeleton with claws that slice through everything. Your parents were scared at first, having no idea why you had powers, none of them had any, but the shock didn't stop them from loving you. You are their blood, your powers wouldn't change that.
As you got older, your parents noticed the other aspects of your power. Hightened senses, almost animal-like, and an amazing healing ability, the latter of which they experienced firsthand. When you were younger, you managed to knock over a cup of hot coffee, the contents spilling all over you. Â As soon as the first cry left your lips, your parents rushed to you, only to see the blisters disappear from your skin in seconds. Though you scared them half to death, it was good to know that you apparently also had a healing factor that prevented serious injuries.
Your parents still kept you from getting hurt, just because you healed fast didn't mean you did not feel any pain, and they don't want to see you cry.
As a teenager, you decided to use your powers to protect others. It felt natural to protect the weak. The world government already knew of your existence, the hospital reported it right away after all. Cecil had kept his eye on you, unbeknownst to your parents, and when you showed interest in being a hero, he set up a meeting to formally introduce you into the hero world. At first, you were pretty nervous, almost scared, though you seemed to overcome that whenever you put on your suit. You opted to fully cover your face, which not only protected your identity but also helped you get into the hero "role" better. It was an alter ego for you, one that didn't shy away from the guts you tore apart.
It's been a few years since Cecil recruited you, and so far, you've been doing a great job. Some (you) might say you have a special place in his old heart, seeing as he randomly visits your house from time to time to "check up on you". He wasn't lying when he said it was to check up. You smelled it, though he would never really admit it.
Today, though, he came with a proposition, one you wouldn't turn down. "I want you to join the new guardians of the globe, kid." He looked like he was hoping for an easy yes, though with Cecil, he probably had some way to make you join either way. Luckily, he didn't have to say anything further as you excitedly agreed the second he asked.
While you didn't mind joining the team, you did mind meeting them. First introductions were always awkward, telling them about your powers and all, god, maybe even explaining your name to them. Hopefully, Cecil already gave them some info, it would be such a hassle to do it all by yourself.
Nonetheless, you had to meet them if you were going to work with them. You made your way to the meeting room, following behind Cecil as he ever so cecil-y explained what he expected from you. "Just try to work with them. They're... alright when they listen, and I'm sure they'll warm up to you quickly. Good luck"
As you entered, you heard Robot explain something to the group about "the new arrival". At least they already knew. You stood in front of some curious pairs of eyes, while others almost glared at you, though you couldn't really tell since you avoided all eye contact. Luckily, Cecil took over introducing you. "Everybody, this is your newest teammate, Wolverine. I decided to put him on this team since his way of handling missions is something you all could learn from."
To your luck, they were all very welcoming, almost immediately surrounding you and asking you all sorts of questions. It overwhelmed youto say the least. The sudden attention is all on you. You stuttered out some answers, only replying to maybe half of the questions, before Cecil stepped in. "You can ask them all about their personal info after the meeting. This isn't just some social gathering." Â
After the official meeting, Mark and Amber were practically by your side non-stop. Â Even when you tried to hide away, someone always found you, unfortunately. It took a while to get used to all the conversation, but you warmed up to them rather quickly. Especially Mark, he seemed the most excited. Â Rex was a bit... stand-offish at first, though surprisingly, you two managed to build quite the relationship. Usually, he would just start complaining about something Cecil did, and you would simply lend an ear. The others turned out to be just generally good people, fun to be around, and overall quite nice. You might just call them friends.
Training with them was interesting as well. With your healing factor, you were used to injuries, you didn't mind them really, already gotten used to the pain. You held back on using your claws, not really trying to slice anyone in half. You've grown to like everyone, hurting them badly without reason felt wrong. Not to mention, you didn't want to go full-on Wolverine on any of them.
Throughout the training, Mark was sure you were always calculating the outcomem maybe that's why Cecil liked you so much, he did say you were very efficient on missions. Maybe he could show off a bit on missions, show how easy he could take down others. Though he didn't really know why he was so focused on proving to you that he really was strong. Everyone knew that. Vilrumite have tougher skin, could lift more, fly faster, but something in him was so obsessed with showing you.
Mark liked fighting with you, someone strong and able to keep up with him. Both of you held back, of course, you didn't want to test if your claws slice through Viltrumites, and he would feel bad hurting you, no matter if you healed right away.
The first mission finally arrived: the lizard society attacked a bank, and you were sent to stop them.
"Our first real mission together, you excited?" Mark asked you, a stupidly excited smile on his face. To tell the truth, you were. Unusually so, you could put the blame on fighting with your team for the first time. You didn't want to embarrass yourself in front of them, especially not in front of Mark. Over the time you spend with the team, you two have gotten rather close, especially during training. You two became a pair no one could separate. He brought you out of your shell and helped you overcome some of your fears in talking with the others. Meanwhile, you helped Mark get better at fighting. You simply had much more experience than him, it was honestly surprising how little he knew, especially since Cecil had you professionally trained the moment you joined. Favoritism or whatever Cecil had planned, you used the opportunity to spend more time with Mark, teaching him the ins and outs of combat, strategies, and just overall how to be a better hero.
As you arrived in front of the bank, you made your way inside. Immediately, you were met with a few lizard people. Before the others could even attack, you had already sliced through them, their scaly skin no match for your claws.
"Let's go, there are more inside," you simply said, as your teammate stood back in shock. They expected at least some fight, spending at least some moments actually in combat, but you barely even bothered.
True to your words, even more were inside, though they also were dealt with quickly as you cut your way through the attackers. The guardians were surprised, no, astonished at how brutal you simply cut your way through everything. Is this how you always dealt with enemies? They were used to blood and organs flying around, but your way of fighting was so much more barbaric. It was like watching a predator ripping apart its prey. Â They underestimated you, they were kind of hoping to show off to you, but apparently, that wasn't needed at all.
Mark stood there, watching as you pinned someone to the wall with your claws. He, too, was surprised that his shy little friend was apparently an animal in the field. You're brutal, animalistic, and some part of him liked that very much. God, why was this kinda hot? You were covered in blood, bodies lay all around you, yet somehow Mark could only focus on the way your breath picked up a bit. It's like something primal in him suddenly woke up, like the display of power called out to him. Mark never thought about you that way, until now. Maybe.. maybe he should hang out with you more often. In private.
The mission was over quickly, with the help of the others, though only you were absolutely drenched in blood, not that you minded. Back at the base, you would just take a shower. You patiently waitedfor everyone else to leave, not used to sharing a shower, but the second you hopped in, Mark also stepped in. You were a bit embarrassed, being naked next to someone else was never your forte, but Mark apparently waited for this exact moment.
While the mission wasn't particularly strenuous, showering was simply part of your routine, signaling the end of the day.
It wasn't long before you stepped out of the shower, not to mention that you wanted to get out of the awkward situation with Mark as quickly as possible. After putting on your clothes, you felt the tiredness seep into your bones. All of your previous nervousness took all of your energy, you were just about ready to drop. Before you could return to your room, however, Mark appeared right in front of you, blocking your way.
"Nice work out there," he said, a slight blush on his face, probably from the hot shower. "J-just really.. impressive. You know, didn't really know you were that strong." It was a bit obvious that he struggled for words, though he did manage to make you blush a bit. Getting the praise from Mark of all people was just special.
"y-yeah, thanks, I guess" was all that you could stutter out. Mark just looked at you with that stupid, attractive smile on his face. If he had a tail, it would be wagging. In his mind, this was the happiest moment ina long time. He couldn't explain why he suddenly felt so drawn to you, but ever since he saw you during that mission, something primal in him had activated.
After that, he hardly ever left your side, not that he did before, but now he made his affection a bit more obvious. Hugging you extra tight, keeping a hand on you during outings, he seemed to love your personal space very much. The others noticed too, of course, but no one said anything, after all, it was like some puppy love. To Mark, though, this was just the beginning of his newfound obsession, finally showing what else the Viltrumite DNA was capable of.
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So this is like my first fic in (looks at calendar) a while, so if this is not as good as my previous ones, it is probably because i need to warm up again.
anyway, i still hope you like this and I will try to actually keep posting :)
thank you for requesting
I love Mark so much, and yes, Viltrumites are attracted to strength and love to show off their strength to their partner.
My darlings I'm so sorry i dissapeared from the face of the earth for so long, but i just want to tell you that your support keeps me going and i try my best :)
