⤷ Batfamily x neglected!reader
⤷ summary: You died,you killed yourself because your life fell apart, and instead of dying completely , you watch someone stronger take over your body—wearing your face, With the same name—and together, you make everyone who broke you pay.
(TW): mentions and descriptions of suicide and death, some ooc batfamily, bullying, extreme lengths of revenge, blood, and language.
Note: hey guys!! This was inspired by Kathrine and Elena! And a sense of amusement! Manhwa!! I hope you guys don't get confused
Dick was your favorite when you were little, before the inevitable came. When you were a baby, he used to take you with him everywhere—like a mini him. His favorite nicknames for you were "baby bird" and "little wing."
He hasn't called you that since you were 6.
You were surprised at how quickly he could forget you even existed; it was like all those times spent together were gone to waste.
You couldn't help but blame yourself every time he would ignore your calls; maybe you called him too much and he was busy. Maybe you just weren't enough.
Dick never really called you or anything, not anymore. He moved to Bludhaven, and it just seemed that everyone but you was important to your family.
Despite Barbara also not hanging out with you very much, she still knew you existed. She didn't really understand how Dick could forget; I mean, they practically are in the same line of work!?.
Barbara was in the middle of a case when she got the call from her father; he wanted to call her about the strangest thing he saw.
She answered without looking away from her monitors. "Hey Dad, what's up? If this is about dinner Saturday, I'm still going."
"It's not that." Gordan had said from behind the phone.
His tone made her eyes instantly look at her phone. "What's wrong?" She heard the noise from outside faintly from her father's background. "I just picked up [Name] a few blocks from the park," he said. "She was barefoot. In the rain."
Barba frowned at this, but she let him continue. "She was soaked, shivering. No coat, no phone, she didn't know who I was." Her eyes widened as she covered her mouth in horror. Not only was this out of the ordinary, but [Name] was one of the most protected people in Gotham.
This was extremely out of the ordinary for her to be like this. Was she attacked? And if she were who attacked her? Sure, [name] was timid, and she barely spoke, but she was safe.
"There's something else," Gordon said after the long silence. "She wasn't panicking, like people normally would; she was scared, yes? It seemed that way, but she wasn't hysterical."
Barbara was silent; she knew her father wasn't telling her this information for no reason. "Right, you want me to look at what happened that night?" She heard her father's gruff voice reply.
"Alright, Dad, I'll look into it; just let me know if you have any other details." Gordon held a small smile behind the phone. "Yeah, I will—just be safe, honey, and keep me posted."
"I will, bye Dad." She hung up her phone and immediately dialed Dick's number; that was his sister, after all, and maybe he could help her with this predicament.
Dick answered on the third ring; surprisingly, it was his "day off," whatever that meant. He saw it was Barbara calling, and a smile immediately came to his face. "Hey, babs—" But she didn't waste any time. "When was the last time you spoke to your sister?" That question kind of threw him off.
"My sister? "I talked to Cass yesterday?" That irritated her mildly, but she was being vague, so she decided to be clear.
[Name]? When was the last time he did talk to her? Surely it hasn't been that long—I mean, really, he could have sworn he texted her. Or seen her?.
Wait... Has he seen her recently? This really made him question everything; he was the oldest. I mean, he hung out with every single one of his siblings; he was sure of it.
He must have been silent for a minute because he heard Babs call his name, and he had snapped at his small midlife crisis.
Dick couldn't answer the question; he didn't know how to. "Um, what did you say? " . Now this annoyed Barbara. "I said, when was the last time you spoke to [Name]?"
There it was; he knew he couldn't lie to her, and he couldn't avoid the question at all. "I'm not sure—I think I spoke to her a few days ago?"
Barbara hummed behind the phone, "You haven't, have you?"
"No, I'm not sure when, but why all of a sudden are you asking me about [name]?" This was definitely out of the ordinary for Babs—I mean, she as well barely even asked for his sister.
"My dad found [name] wandering near the park at night," she said carefully. "She was barefoot, soaking wet, and confused." Dick frowned instantly at this.
His expression hardened with concern. "What happened?" "That's the thing." Barbara replied. "He doesn't know; he says she told him that she doesn't remember anything that happened to her."
Now this alarmed Dick, and he quickly sat up in his chair and pushed a hand through his hair and stood, pacing now. "Did someone hurt her?"
She sighed, which could be heard by Dick behind the phone. "Nothing physical he saw, mildly shocked it seemed—but."
"He said she wasn't hysterical, like anybody else would be, like she was taking everything in," the girl explained.
Not hysterical? Dick thought, I mean, his sister should at least be frantic; this didn't sound like her at all.
Did he really know her that well?.
His shy, awkward sister—,she barely even held eye contact when talking with people; most of the time she would cling to herself.
Dick was in thought. Why didn't he know about this before Barbara? For crying out loud, he was the oldest! He was supposed to know this stuff. But if he's just finding out, did Bruce know?.
The silence was really loud, and he knew he had to say something. "You want me to check on her?"
"Yeah, it's the least you could do for her while I figure things out," Dick hummed in agreement. "Alright, I got you. Please let me know what's going on."
Barbra smiled from behind her phone, and with a nod, she said, "Yeah. I will," and hung up, leaving Dick in his frantic world.
Was he a bad sibling? That can't be it, right?
[Name] stared at the door in front of her for a few seconds when she heard the knock; this could be a trick on her mind, but she knew this was real, so one or two things could be behind that door.
Is the grim reaper ready to take her back? Or that... Girl whoever the hell she was! And she didn't want to find out. But just her luck, she heard the sweet voice of the butler calling her name.
She sighed in relief, walked to the door, and opened it, seeing Alfred in his crisp black suit. "Young miss, I heard something drop. Is everything okay?" Right, the book—she forgot all about that damn book.
"Yes?" Everything is fine—I was just looking for a book to read when one fell," she said with a small smile. This seemed to satisfy him as he nodded understandingly. Breakfast is ready. I highly encourage you to come down to eat, but if you're not ready yet, I can bring your food up to you." This made [Name] wonder—if she's not ready yet? Whatever that means.
But she nodded with a smile, "Yes, I'm good enough to eat downstairs."
Alfred studied her face for a moment, something unreadable flickering behind her eyes he couldn't quite understand; he was always able to understand what the young miss was thinking. I mean, her face was easy to read as day, but now? Just nothing.
He didn't let it bother him too much and turned around for her to follow. The manor halls were quiet this morning; the soft sounds of Alfred's footsteps echoed against the polished floors. [Name] trailed behind him, her gaze wandering to all the portraits, vases, and the very unique things that just screamed wealth.
When they reached the dining room Alfred made his way to the kitchen to fetch her food while [name] sat down in her chair and poured herself orange juice.
Across from her was a boy who looked slightly older than her, with tan skin and the most piercing green eyes, and once more memories started flooding her mind and that voice...
"Damian Wayne, your older brother—evil, wicked… He absolutely hates you."
[Name] came back to her senses when Alfred placed a plate of steaming food in front of her; she looked up at him with a smile and thanked him as he returned to the kitchen.
It... Was quiet, too quiet, that is, until Damian took one good look at her and smirked. "You look awful," he said with pride, hoping to get a reaction out of her like he'd done multiple times.
But he didn't; all he got was silence.
That confused him, and he was never confused, so he tried again, this time turning his body to her and snapping his fingers, trying to get her attention. "Hello? I'm talking to you, idiot?" Still nothing; it's like he wasn't even there at all.
His expression tightened slightly.
"I know," she replied irritably. "I just don't think what you have to say to me was important enough to disrupt my eating." She replied and narrowed her eyes to him, not taking eye contact off.
Damian stared at her across the table, her expression slowly becoming baffled. Where was this coming from? By now she usually would be mumbling "I'm sorrys" and avoiding eye contact.
But now she was just eating pancakes like this was normal, like she was his equal?.
"What the hell is your problem?" [Name] looked at him again; now her expression was really irritable. "You've insulted me how many times in the last three minutes?" she continued, her voice steady. "Trust me, I'm not the one with the problem."
[Name] then folded her hands on the table and stared the boy in front of her down. "So tell me what's your problem?" Damian went to open his mouth, but she quickly cut him off. "I don't have time for whatever midlife crisis you're going through. Maybe someone else will give you the attention you deserve."
Damian was silent for a second, which was rare because nobody could ever silence him. Even for a second. But he quickly came to his senses. "Yeah right, like I ever need attention from you. "Little miss screw-up."
[Name] could only laugh amusingly, showing that his words didn't even mean anything to her. This newfound confidence his sister had was concerning and alarming.
It was like a big shift just happened in front of him.
The tension between them was heavy, and when Alfred came through the kitchen holding a covered silver platter in his hands, he immediately noticed it. It definitely wasn't like all the times where one overpowers the other. It was the opposite—like both just clashing against each other.
"Is everything alright?" He just had to ask, and before Damian could answer, [name] did with a sickly sweet smile on her face: "Everything is fine, Alfred."
Alfred nodded slowly and began his way upstairs to Bruce Wayne's study.
Bruce was in his office, per usual, overseeing some work for Wayne Tech; he was awfully busy these days, and he just couldn't seem to get a break, not that he minded, though burying himself with work seemed to help him.
He was so into his work this early in the morning that he forgot to even come down for breakfast, which is why now Alfred knocked on the door to which Bruce made a noise that let him know to come in.
"You haven't come down for breakfast again, sir," Bruce exhaled quietly, rubbing at his eyebrow. "I know."
Alfred set the table tray down in front of him. "Eat." He had somewhat demanded; however, Bruce did ignore him and continued to write.
"You took the car out late last night." Alfred's expression remained composed. "I did."
"Where?" He paused, then Alfred folded his hands neatly behind his back. "To the police department."
Now that got his full attention.
Bruce paused his writing and fully looked up to his butler. ".... Why?"
"Commissioner Gordon called; it had something to do with Miss [Name]." The study suddenly got quieter.
Bruce straightened and narrowed his eyes. "What happened?" Alfred hesitated—not because he didn't want to tell his master, but because he needed to find a way to word things without it getting out of hand.
Commissioner Gordon found her wandering through the city; she was barefoot. Soaked through and alone."
Bruce's expression hardened. "Explain."
Alfred's voice remained steady as he continued, "He said she didn't know what happened, that she might have hit her head, but she was fine physically... Mentally? She seemed to be suffering from some kind of amnesia."
Bruce's voice was tight. "So, she doesn't remember anything?"
"No, not of what happened." He said.
Bruce was many things, he was a father, he was a pillar of hope, he was a business man, he was someone to depend on, but why was it so hard for him to get close with the people he loved most.
He tried so hard to keep you safe because being a vigilante isn't what he wanted; it wasn't what your mother wanted, and he just wanted to keep you safe.
He didn't want to make the same mistakes again, and now because of his recklessness, something happened to you, and nobody even knows the cause of it. It didn't help that you two were estranged; he knew he barely had time for you, and he would always make an empty promise in his mind that he was going to spend time with you.
It was just... Like the city needed him more.
Bruce was in thought when Alfred spoke up by the door. "I'm going to take Master Damian to school now." He passed the starter again.
"Check on your daughter; she needs you." Alfred then left the room, and the door closed with a click.
However, Bruce just couldn't shake those words...
Check on your daughter; she needs you.
You should be in heaven, living the rest of your life now that the pain is gone.
So why... Is it that you're right here in the same house with the people who hurt you, in the same room where you cried yourself to sleep over and over again?
This shouldn't be happening.
You felt your heartbeat stop, your lungs fill with water, and you were gone; you were at peace. And now? You're watching your body walk and talk freely, but... How?.
You know you're a ghost, your body translucent, but you still look like you. Like how you were before you died so... Who is that in your body?.
You looked at your bed and everything around it, your back turned to the door, when it opened and shut quickly.
You turned around, looked at who entered, and there she was....
You? Or whoever that was.
She was staring at you back. Like she could see you, could she? She can't see you; she isn't supposed to.
The resemblance was uncanny, granted that was your body.
The person in your body started walking towards you slowly; this scared you, so you backed up, but she kept walking towards you, and you both were face-to-face. She didn't seem scared like you were.
She was just... Analyzing you like you were the odd one out.
"How… Is this possible? Who are you?"
It was silent for a moment, then the girl in your body tilted her head.
Note: sonnnn this shouldn't have taken this long to get out I really hope you all are still tuned in.... Because there's much more to come as I've gotten new ideas for this book🙂↕️ slow updates tho💔
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