IM SO SORRY GUYS IM ON VACATION AND I LOST TRACK OF TIME IM SO SORRY!! time zones r gonna be the end of me…. 😓😓 i put a timer so tonight will be the night… IM SO SORRY AGAIN🫢
I know i post a lot of neglected reader and batfamily
But i just realize in a lot of fanfics Damian attacks Reader
And i just thought
Imagine one where reader goes paranoid and afraid of the whole family
Like
Bruce doesnt give a damn about them as well as the rest lf their siblings
Maybe when reader was little, they had the misfortune of crossing pats Jason and he hurts them
And seeing how no one give a fuck, that would make her even more scared of what else would they willing to pass
And when damian appears, they just confirm it all, because he was going to kill you, he was ready to do so
And the family reaction? Excuse him and dont caring about you at all
That would be the last string for their demise
It would be even more sick if Damian had lefts a mark in your body, a scar which will always be a reminder of what THAT family is capable of
Reader would be paranoid of all the family, even those who had just ignore them
They would even start being paranoid of the food alfred would give them, strating to eat little of everything to go to non of it
And with Jason and Damian? It would be worse, they would try to scape every room they saw them, just a fraction a hair, a small ring of their voice? Reader be RUNNING out, away from them
And if they had no option but to be in the same room as they, they would be alert all the time, justvin case they would try to attack them
And the cherry on top
What if reader was a meta? And what if they knew bruce was batman?
Even if duke lives with them all, he had something reader doesnt have, he has the love of the family
Bruce or batman, didn't wanted metas on his city, and he hated them, it was obvious he did no? Why else would he not care if his sons hurt them?
Plus their paranoia and fear would had them think "He will end me for sure"
With that, Reader would just straight up scape far away from the manor or just doing the job themselve
...
In short, reader be like:
Maybe alfred would do something before anything takes to an extreme but like, the damage would be already done
Reader would be too scared of at least Damian and Jason to be able to act normal around them, even when the family tries to fix it all
I can imagine Bruce in full guilt for making one of his children get to that extreme
And dont get me started with Jason and Damian dude
I'm excited to find out how the Bat-family will react to the revelation (・∀・)
Do you have a release date for the next chapter? (no pressure)
For the release date im not sure☹️ im planning on posting it before i go on vacation! (I will write during vacation THE FANFIC GRIND NEVER ENDS!🙈🙈) and Tysm everyone for the support 🥹 its unreal🙈🙉
(A/n: She's BAAAAACKKKK! didja miss me? I missed you guys TT, but I'm back now, and so is the next installation of WAYSOWM, enjoy! ;) a little late, but dang was this one hard to write.)
Why's your family trying to connect so hard with you after so many years of neglect? Well . . . I guess its not all that bad- why are they staring so hard???
(Masterlist)
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"From the top, no bullshit, no lies, what happened? Who are 'they'? And what do you mean lose me?"
No one answered, but you only had your eyes on one person.
Bruce met your stare head-on.
You kept your gaze on Bruce, mouth set in a firm line. You'd be getting your answers tonight, no matter what it took.
"So? You all were so loud just a second ago, what happened?"
Dick cleared his throat,"(Name), calm down, you're gonna strain yourself and push back recovery if you don't breathe. We'll explain," he swept a look across the table, "promise, but not at the expense of your health."
Your patience was wearing thin, "Okay then explain, fuckface." It was clipped, just as short as your current sanity.
Bruce raised his eyebrows in surprise, you didn't often speak like this to anyone, let alone your family. But most people didn't irk you like they currently were either, so you felt like you had a pass.
Jason snorted, looking at you with…was that pride? Tim just furrowed his brows, eyes flicking between your own, scanning for fog or fatigue. Damian scowled, but didn't lose the appraising gleam in his eyes.
And Dick just winced, continuing on, "Okay, do you remember anything from a few days ago? Around Thursday night? You might not have been awake, but your lights were on when I came around so…"
He came around your room on Thursday night?
Why?
Your room was out of the way, there was no reason for him to be around there. But there was also no apparent reason for anything that had happened recently so you pushed that question to the side and probed hard for anything that stood out from a few nights ago.
The concussion definitely wasn't helping you with your search, and neither was the stubborn silence from the others while you thought, eyes fixed to the basket of rolls at the center of the table.
You sighed, irate and impatient, "No Dick, I don't. Why don't you enlighten me?"
Sue you, your head hurt, no one was making any sense, maybe you were getting a little cranky, it was your right.
Tim jumped in now, so you would either get the most convoluted or dumbed down explanation possible. For your sake, you hoped he chose the latter.
"You don't remember any loud sounds? Maybe some loud whirring or a mechanical clang?"
You shook your head slightly, frowning. You did hear some thumps, but that wasn't any cause for concern in this madhouse.
Tim pursed his lips, "Okay, that's fine, maybe something to check out if its related to the concussion but…"
Now the fucker was mumbling to himself. Why couldn't these people just give you straight answers, honestly?
Bruce finally opened his big mouth, "That night, we were visited by versions of ourselves."
You pulled a face, "Like clones? Or like ideal versions of yourselves? Or is this more like a metaphorical thing where you all just had really similar dreams….I'm not following what that has to do with me."
Bruce didn't show any signs of annoyance at the interruption, instead continuing to just stare at you, tense.
"Versions of us from other worlds. They had been sent here by a rogue from their world, and needed our help getting back and catching the man. The inter-verse transport machine made a fair bit of noise while charging, I'm slightly concerned that you don't remember hearing it."
You remembered suddenly that you had been watching something that night, headphones in and sobbing into your pillow when the main character's dad started taking drugs to understand his son better.
There were layers to that you didn't want to unpack, but the main point was that even if you should have heard something, it was plausible that you just missed it.
So you nodded, following along with his story thus far.
"I was doing something, move on."
He just paused for a second, clearly filing that away for later.
"Alfred had come down to check injuries for the group before we sent them back and I'd asked him if we'd woken you up from the sound of the machine. At that…."
Bruce didn't often leave his sentences unfinished, but here he left space for one of the others to fill in.
Surprisingly, it was Damian that stepped up to bat. Perhaps not so surprising, since Damian had never shied away from the harsher truths.
"At that, they stopped completely—even the other me." From the way he said it, you got the idea it was specifically his own reaction to the news that had stuck with him.
"Their world runs slightly ahead of ours. Eight days, to be exact. When the rogue sent them to another world, the idiot messed up and sent them backwards in time, too."
Tim piped up again, "It's an easy mistake, one we had to be careful about when making our own version of the transporter. We had to figure out sending them back not only to the right world, but also to the right time."
Why did they always choose to go on every tangent except the one you were interested in?
"That's great, what does that have to do with me?"
Jason sighed to you right, sounding just as exhausted with the conversation as you felt. But his voice had a different quality to it, something much more hushed than you'd heard in years.
"In their world, you died on Friday."
Oh.
Well that sucked.
You sat there, stunned, letting the scene at the table just wash over you.
You were meant to die on Friday? The Friday that just passed? The Friday you had plans to go get a haircut and visit the park again afterschool?
If you died on Friday how could you study for finals next week? How could you beat the Enderdragon or finally gotten better at Ultrakill like you'd promised yourself months ago?
You still had so much to do, how could you have died on Friday?
And with that you drifted, mind reeling, trying to grapple with the idea of your life cut so short. Death was scary, and to think that it had grabbed you in another world, when you had so many hopes to fulfill and regrets left to settle…
Bruce was snapping his fingers in front of your face when you finally connected your body and mind again. He had knelt down next to your chair, face pulled into something distinctly concerned.
His voice came back to you like waves crashing on a beach.
"(Name)…."
"(Name) sweetheart…."
"back to me…."
"care of you…."
"(Name)?"
"(Name)?"
You came back to yourself with the last call of your name, slightly louder than the others, only one question on your tongue.
"H-How did I die?" It was quiet, wavering so unlike the tone you'd had before.
You felt Jason's solid palm on your shoulder, a grounding weight as he answered somewhere above you.
"Scarecrow attack on the subway, you were one of the casualties. You were on your way to school when it happened."
Now things started to make sense—the impromptu breakfast, Bruce's insistence that you miss school, the whole family coming together that night for dinner.
"But I didn't see it on the news?"
Dick's voice, so gentle, so forlorn, from across the table, "Nightwing and Red Hood managed to capture Scarecrow before sunrise. We had enough evidence of his plans to put him away before he could really hurt anyone."
Oh, well that made sense too.
The only thing that didn't make sense was why they were still taking care of you like this. Stopping the attack was one thing, and you could find it in you to be grateful that they saved your life. But then what was with the museum visit and the special dinner from Alfred and the careful nursing you back to health?
Maybe if they'd cared about you before, you'd understand, but they didn't.
Did you have to die for them to start caring?
That thought was devastating, like a big black hole opened up in the bottom of your ribcage and pulled your heart down down down. Your throat was tight, your eyes started to burn, your food churned uncomfortably in your stomach.
"I don't understand." God you felt like a little kid again, so far out of your depth, unable to keep up with the family you'd once considered your own.
Bruce was rubbing circles on the back of your hand, another grounding point.
"What don't you understand, sweetheart"
He'd called you sweetheart as a child. Among other pet names—honey, darling, bug—god was it weird to hear them again.
"So what?" you really wished you could project confidence into your voice, desperate not to bear your neck to the world so easily.
Bruce's face contorted again, and your father looked so, so sad.
"Ask, honey, ask me what it is you're thinking. Let me in, let me fix what I've broken."
The others shuffled out of the room silently as you shook in your seat, leaving you and Bruce alone in the dining room. Later you'd appreciate it, but currently it felt like being trapped in the bullpen.
"You don't care. You never cared," you were parroting what you'd already said, but they meant something different now, something less cynical and more raw.
"Why is it that I had to die for you to speak to me. I-I don't know you anymore, not since you left me." The tears were flowing freely now, headache pounding at the pressure of your emotions, cascading over your cheeks.
"You left me! I was so young, and I needed you, and you left me! Why wasn't I enough? I would have done anything for you. I would have gone anywhere, worn any cape, been anything if it meant that you would just look at me."
Bruce was crestfallen, and it was with shocking clarity that you realized you could read him. You still knew him and after all these years you'd never forgotten what it felt like to understand him.
"I've been so alone in this house. I don't know anyone here. I fill the gaps myself, but god, Dad, I'm so tired. And I'm so alone."
Not many people could read Bruce Wayne, and you thought you'd left that club long ago, but evidently not.
It was in the pull of his brows, so alike your own.
It was the open grief in his eyes, ones you'd seen in another color in the mirror.
It was in the slump of his shoulders, the same ones you used to fall asleep on after galas.
"(Name)…I'm sorry. I'm sorry for a hundred things. I wish I could go back in time and beat some sense into myself. I wish I'd listened to Alfred when he told me I was doing the wrong thing."
Alfred? Alfred knew? Alfred cared? Another thing to unpack later.
Bruce continued on, determined, "But I have the rest of my life to offer you apologies, tonight I'm going to give you promises, ones I intend to keep."
You just kept sniffling, focusing on a spot on his collar instead of meeting his eyes.
"I promise I'm going to be there for you from now on. I'm going to fulfill my responsibilities as your father, and I will never let you go again."
Pause. Never? What an odd thought.
His words were constricting instead of comforting.
You wanted a father, but not one born out of guilt.
Your death had been thwarted, so why was there still the feeling of a collar tightening around your neck? You wanted to rebuild your relationship with Bruce, not be thrust into whatever echo of the past he saw when he looked at you.
"You're mine, not in the way that the others are, but in the way that you are. Do you understand, sweetheart? It's okay if you don't right now, it's been a long night."
No you didn't understand. What did that mean 'not in the way the others were'? It was a little strong for a promise made so easily.
You shook your head, uneasy with the 'promises' you'd been made.
He just pulled you into his chest, cradling you with one large hand on your neck, "Lets get you to bed, you're due for another round of painkillers soon."
"Don' want them," you groaned, the few times you'd woken up after taking Bruce's meds you'd felt a syrupy tug at the corners of your brain, hard to shake off.
A thought struck you, one you kicked yourself for not realizing before. And then you kicked yourself again because there was absolutely no way you were right about what you were thinking.
Bruce held you tighter, almost trying to fuse the two of you together, "I promised I'd take care of you, didn't I? That means not letting you neglect your health. You're taking medication tonight, and tomorrow when you wake up, we'll have a long conversation about certain changes that need to be made. But that's for when you're a little more up to it."
Medication schedule, huh? Two little pink pills that made you oh so sleepy? Blame it on the concussion addled haze in your head, but that was real fishy.
But Batman? Bruce Wayne? Doing what you thought he was doing?
No…right?
And changes? What changes?
Warning bells, the same ones that rang when you'd first gone to brunch with your father, started ringing again, cutting through the rest of your thoughts.
Yes, you wanted changes, but not like this. Yes you wanted to reconnect with your family, but not like this. You didn't want to die. You didn't want to be concussed. You didn't want to feel like you couldn't breathe, caged in Bruce's arms.
"No more pink pills," you rasped out against his sternum, testing at the hold of your new restraints, "make me feel gross."
You might not be a Bat, but it was common sense not to willingly take sedatives, no matter how carefully presented to you.
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(A/n: Again, in all honesty, this chapter gave me a newfound appreciation for angst writers because omg is it hard to write a scene where a character's bearing open their heart without squirming uncomfortably in your seat. Anyway, as always, all feedback is appreciated and well loved!!!)
A/N; i took my time with this fic LOL i hope you guys like it!!
You step into the teen team base nobody’s there.. thank god
You don’t bother changing your clothes you walked straight into your room and collapsed onto your bed.
Sleep comes almost instantly, talking to Bruce drains your energy.
By the time you woke up, the morning sunlight was shining through the window.
You yawned, you still have to go to school. great just great.
you change into your uniform and walked to school you already late but that’s better then everyone seeing Bruce Wayne’s daughter flying to school.
By the time you arrived, It was second period.
You spotted mark by his locker and walked over.
“Hey y/n!” He looked you up and down “you look like hell!”
“Wow thanks mark.. you really know how to make a girl feel special..” you rolled your eyes
He winced.
“..sorry?”
“I got into a fight with Bruce.”
You shrugged.
“I’m staying at the teen team base for now.”
Mark frowned.
“Hey.. you can always stay with me.”
“Thanks mark, But if I stay with you, Bruce’s gonna figure it out.”
You sighed
“right now I just need to avoid Tim or Damian. I can’t stand seeing either of them… or Bruce.”
Before you could say anything else mark suddenly grabbed your arm and shoved you inside his locker.
“HEY—“
“Shh!” He quickly shut the door
“lockers don’t talk! Tim’s coming.”
You could hear Tim’s footsteps.
“Mark, right?”
That was Tim.
As mark nodded “yeah… yeah, uh y/n brother right?”
As Tim nodded. for a second, neither of them said anything they looked at each other awkwardly.
With that Tim coughed
“Uh… y/n ran away from home last night…”
Your heart dropped, their already trying to find you?
“we couldn’t find her anywhere.” He hesitated. “Has she called you?”
“What?” Mark did a surprisingly good job of looking confused.
“No..no, why’d she run away?”
As Tim looked around awkwardly “not really my place to say”
He pulled a small piece of paper out of his pocket.
“if she texts you call me please.” He handed mark the note.
As mark nodded. “I will.”
Tim gave one last glance down the hallway before walking away.
The moment he disappeared around the corner, mark opened the door.
And you practically fell out as you coughed “it smells like axel body spray In here!” You fanned the air
“Not important! Tim might be onto us.”
You bust yourself
“They don’t call him the world greatest detective for nothing.” mark added
“That’s Bruce.” You say rolling your eyes
“..right..”
You sighed “but still. I can’t stay here they’re bound to find me. Wanna skip school with me?”
“Hell yes!”
____
The two of you ducked behind an alley.
Pink energy surrounded you.
Mark slipped into his suit.
Within seconds, Atom Eve and Invincible shot into the Gotham skyline.
“Anything on Cecil’s radar?” you asked.
Mark checked his phone. “Just one.”
“What is it?”
“Mister Twister.”
You blinked. “…That’s his villain name?”
“I know.”
“That’s awful.”
“I know.”
“I could’ve come up with something cooler.”
“You absolutely could’ve.”
The two of you arrived just as a massive tornado ripped through the middle of downtown.
Cars flipped.
Windows shattered.
People screamed.
“Well…” you cracked your knuckles. “Let’s get to work.”
You created giant pink platforms, catching falling civilians before they hit the ground.
Mark punched through the swirling winds, aiming straight for Mister Twister.
“You think you can stop the storm?” Mister Twister laughed, the wind around him growing stronger.
Mark didn’t answer.
He just flew straight at him.
Yeah… talking wasn’t really his thing.
As Mark’s fist connected with Mister Twister’s chest, sending both of them crashing through the side of a building.
“Invincible!”
He pushed himself out of the rubble with a groan. “I’m okay!” Mark wiped the blood from his lips
You formed dozens of pink chains, wrapping around the tornado and slowly pulling it apart.
Before you could finish
CRACK.
Lightning exploded overhead.
Five more heroes landed nearby.
Kid Flash.
Wonder Girl.
Red Robin.
Superboy and Arrowette.
Kid Flash looked around.
“Whoa.”
He pointed at you.
“I’ve never seen you guys before.”
“I’m invincible, she’s atom eve.” Mark answered.
Bart snorted
“Invincible?”
Mark signed “.. yeah.”
“Bit confident, don’t ya think?”
Superboy floated beside you, folding his arms.
“Nice constructs.”He glanced at your pink constructs before looking back at you.
“Thanks” you glanced at him “.. you trying to compliment me?”
Superboy rubbed the back of his neck, “maybe?”
Wonder Girl rolled her eyes.
“Connor.”
“What?”
“We’re fighting.”
“Oh.”
“Right.”
Red Robin didn’t say a word.
Instead… He just stared at you.
Again.
God.
Could this guy stop looking at you?
“What?” you asked.
“…Nothing.”
You decided to let it go, you knew Tim wasn’t dumb. He was the opposite.. but because he never really talked to you or really hanged out with you he never knew you were atom eve. You weren’t planning on telling him anyways.
Kid Flash suddenly zipped between the two of you.
“Can we save the introductions? The tornado guy is still very much a tornado guy.”
Red Robin blinked “..right”
“Stop talking! “ Arrowette interrupted, already drawing another arrow.
The seven heroes charged together.
Wonder Girl smashed through chunks of flying debris.
Arrowette fired cable arrows around collapsing buildings to keep them standing.
Kid Flash evacuated civilians before they even realized they were in danger. Perks of being fast.
Superboy punched straight through the eye of the tornado.
Mister Twister crashed into the pavement, then he smiled, with one violent twist of his arms, the cyclone exploded outward.
Your heart stopped, you could hear kids scream in a school bus but, mark was caught in the tornado.
He slammed through the side of a building before disappearing beneath a cloud of concrete and glass.
“SHIT— INVINCIBLE!”
No answer, your eyes darted between the bus and..
mark.
The bus..
Mark..
The bus…
Your hands clenched.
Damnit.
You flew towards the bus.
A giant pink platform caught it before it could hit the ground.
The children cried as the bus slowly floated back onto the street.
“You’re okay.” You whispered to the kids
“Thank you, atom eve.” One kid said between crys.
You smile as you turn, shit it might be to late.
“INVINCIBLE!” Before you could fly over, a fist burst through the rubble. Mark came out stumbling, coughing.
Relief hit you so hard your knees almost gave out.
“Thank god..” you let out the breath you’d been holding.
Mark wiped the dust off his suit.
Before mister twister could recover, you thrust both hands forward. Massive pink constructs shot from the ground wrapped around his arms, legs, and torso.
He struggled. The restraints only tightened.
“invincible!”
“I’m on it!”
Invincible flew like a missile.
BOOM.
His punch landed square in mister twisters chest.
You looked down at the unconscious villain for a moment.
“..well.”
You rubbed the back of your neck.
“That was way harder than it needed to be.”
Superboy landed beside you, dusting the dirt off his gloves. “You fight pretty well.”
“I know.”
A small smile tugged the corner of his mouth.
“And humble too.”
“The humblest.”
before you could say anything else Kid flash zipped past.
“Can we finish talking after we deal with the clean up?”
As wonder girl nodded toward the unconscious mister twister
“We should probably help with that.”
As Superboy glanced back at you.
“..Right, yeah” he rubbed the back of his neck. “I’II see you around… I guess.”
“Maybe.”
As mark landed beside you just as superboy walked off
“You know him?”
“He’s Tim best friend, Connor. he’s a Kent”
“He seemed nice.”
You look over as Connor helped move debris with wonder girl.
mark bumped your shoulder.
“C’mon. Cecils probably wondering where we are.”
You nodded “let’s go” you both flew up, it’s getting pretty dark.
—-
Red Robin hadn’t stopped watching you once.
Something wasn’t adding up.
And he intended to find out what it was.
As you and invincible flew off, Tim pulled out his phone and he opened Bruce’s contact.
Tim:
“B, do you have a file on atom eve the superhero?”
A few seconds later, Bruce replied.
Bruce:
“I can check, why?”
Tim:
“No reason”
He slipped his phone back into his pocket as he helped his team with the clean up, There was something about you.. he couldn’t put his finger on it.
Tim really needed to brush up on his stalking game.
Seriously.
All these years in Gotham and he still didn’t notice anything.
Whenever Jason came by (Which was once in a blue moon.)
He’d always rant about how Tim stalked him when he first became Robin.
Like, okay, we get it, man.
But Jason was the type of guy to add unnecessary details to every story.
He made Tim sound like Walter White.
Walter fucking White.
Come on.
Or he made him sound like those scary camp fire story’s.
Meanwhile, you’d been Atom Eve for four years.
Four.
You and Mark had fought alongside Red Robin at least two times.
He was either incredibly dumb… Or he was about to blackmail you.
Neither option was very cool.
——
After Mark dropped you off, with Tim still following behind like the world’s worst detective, you finally made it home.
You kicked off your boots. “Hey, Alfred.”
“Hello, Miss Y/N.” Alfred smiled. “How was your day with Mark?”
“Pretty good.”
Before you could say anything else, you noticed Tim sitting on the couch. He probably came by the back door.
“Hey, Tim. How are you?”
He practically jumped. “OH! …I’m fine.”
You raised an eyebrow.
Okay.
Weird.
Then again, he called himself Red Robin. Like the fast food place.
Before you could think about it any longer, Alfred cleared his throat.
“Miss Y/N, Master Bruce would like you to join everyone for dinner tonight. He believes it would be better with the whole family present.”
Again?
A second time?
…Holy shit. What if he knew something?
“Oh…” You forced a smile. “Uh… alright.”
Your voice wasn’t convincing.
You headed upstairs.
Like a normal person you Immediately started to overthinking everything.
What if he knows Mark is Invincible?
What if he forbids you from seeing him?
Before your thoughts could spiral any further, your phone rang.
Speak of the devil.
“Mark, what’s up?”
“Y/N! THERE’S A VILLAIN!”
“…Wait, who?”
“I don’t know! Some random guy who sings!”
You blinked. “He sings?”
“Really well too! Random people are singing their hearts out and dancing. Feels like I’m watching another episode of Dance Moms.”
You snorted.
As you pulled on your suit, you kept the phone between your shoulder and ear.
“I’m coming, because I don’t believe that for a second.”
You hung up.
Locked your bedroom door. Opened your window.
And flew into the night.
A guy singing and dancing? Let him. Support the arts.
Though… You’d pay good money to see the big ol’ emo furry Batman dancing ballet.
By the time you reached the scene, Mark was already waiting on top of a building.
You landed beside him.
“Alright—” Before you could finish, you froze. Black Canary. Green Arrow. Red Arrow. All of them are Singing. And dancing.
You slowly turned toward Mark. “…Wow.”
“I told you.”
“You were right.”
“I know.”
“So…”
You cracked your knuckles. “Why are we standing here? Let’s fight.”
Mark scratched the back of his neck.
“I don’t want to.”
“…Why?”
“I don’t know how to sing.”
You stared at him. “I’m not even going to acknowledge what you just said.”
Then you flew straight toward the Music Meister.
“Invincible?”
You looked back. “Come on!”
“…Fine, fine!” As mark flew up right next to you
The Music Meister smiled as he twirled his microphone. “Oh? More guests!”
“Oh my god…” you muttered.
“You sing. We fight. Deal?”
“I’d rather perform.”
“Too bad.”
Before you could throw a construct, the Music Meister began singing again.
The melody echoed through the streets.
Civilians danced. Heroes danced.
Even Mark started tapping his foot.
“…Mark?”
He didn’t answer.
His eyes looked… empty.
“Mark.”
Nada. Nothing.
Then he started singing.
“Oh no.”
Mark floated into the air, swaying to the music.
“No, no, no!”
You flew over and waved your hand in front of his face.
Nothing.
He was completely hypnotized.
The Music Meister laughed. “You’ve lost your partner!”
“Yeah?”
You reached into one of your pockets. “Good thing I came prepared.”
You shoved a pair of pink earplugs into your ears.
The singing immediately became muffled.
“Oh, you’ve got to be kidding me,” the Music Meister groaned.
“Sorry.” You shrugged. “I’ve dealt with enough Gotham villains to start carrying weird stuff.”
A giant pink fist slammed toward him.
He barely dodged it.
Another construct followed.
Then another.
Then five more.
The Music Meister leapt between rooftops while giant pink walls blocked every escape route.
“You know,” he huffed, “this is incredibly rude.”
“So is mind controlling my best friend!”
You trapped him in a massive construct.
Almost.
A sonic blast shattered it.
“Damn.”
Before he could attack again
“Canary Cry!” A deafening scream blasted across the street.
The Music Meister was sent flying through a billboard.
Black Canary landed beside you.
“Nice earplugs.”
You smiled.
“Thanks.”
A red arrow flew past your shoulder, pinning the Music Meister’s microphone to a nearby wall.
“Nice shot,” you said.
The archer grinned. “Thanks.”
He couldn’t have been much older than you.
Maybe seventeen.
“Atom eve, right?”
“Yeah.”
“Red Arrow.”
“You’ve got good aim.”
“I get that a lot.”
Music Meister ripped the microphone free.
“Oh come on,” you groaned. “Can this guy stay down for five seconds?”
Invincible suddenly crashed through a building.
“What happened?!” Mark yelled.
“You got hypnotized!”
“…Again?”
“You’ve been awake for literally three seconds.”
“Oh.”
“Less talking!” Black Canary shouted. “More punching!”
“Finally!” Mark said as he sky rocketed forward, punching the Music Meister square in the chest.
The villain stumbled backward just as you trapped him inside a giant pink sphere.
Red Arrow fired another arrow.
It struck the microphone.
CRACK.
The microphone shattered into pieces.
The singing stopped.
One by one, civilians blinked in confusion.
“So…” Mark scratched the back of his neck.
“Did I miss anything?”
“You sang.”
“…I what?”
“You sang.”
“No.”
“You did.”
“No.”
“You hit a really good high note.”
Mark buried his face in his hands. “I’m never living this down.”
“Nope.”
“Ever?”
“Never.”
Police sirens echoed in the distance, the Music Meister was finally taken into custody.
You checked your phone.
Your stomach dropped. “…Shit.”
“What?” Mark asked.
“It’s past dinner.”
“Oh.”
“I gotta go.”
Mark rubbed the back of his neck. “Oh… alright.” He smiled. “Bye, Atom.”
You smiled back. “See ya, Invincible.”
With that, you shot into the Gotham skyline as fast as you could.
Hopefully… You weren’t too late.
As you flew back to wayne manor, you slipped through your bedroom window, changed out of your suit, unlocked your door, and hurried downstairs.
Bruce was already waiting. “Y/N.”
You froze.
“Where were you?”
“I was out with Mark.”
Tim looked up from the couch.
“Again?” He frowned. “…Bullshit.”
You looked around.
Everyone was there.
Duke, Cassandra, Stephanie. Jason. Dick. Tim.
Damian.
Even Kate Kane. You didn’t see her around much.
You looked down at the floor. “Whatever. It’s nothing. I was just out with Mark.”
Bruce sighed. “Y/N, you can’t just disappear like this.”
Before you could answer, Jason spoke up.
“B, let the girl be.” He leaned back in his chair. “How old is she for you to be acting like this?”
Bruce ignored him. “You’ve been disappearing almost every day.”
“So?”
“So?” Bruce repeated.
“You vanish for hours without telling anyone where you’re going.”
“No one cared before.”
The room went quiet and Bruce’s jaw tightened.
“That’s not true.”
You laughed. “Oh really?”
You looked around the room.
“When was the last family movie night I was invited to?” Nobody answered.
“Cass’s recital?” Again silence. “Trips to the park?” Nothing.
“You all act like I don’t exist until I do something you don’t like.”
“Y/N—”
“No.” You cut Bruce off. “You don’t get to act like you suddenly care.”
“I have always cared.”
“Bullshit!” Your voice echoed through the dining room. “You never noticed when I left, You never noticed when I came back. You never noticed anything!”
“That’s enough.”
“No!” Your chest rose and fell. “I’m tired of pretending we’re a family when I’m treated like a guest!”
“Watch your tone.”
“My tone?”
You laughed again. “You’ve ignored me for years!”
“Y/N.”
“You don’t listen to me!”
“Enough.”
“You don’t even know me!”
“Y/N.”
“You dont get to act like you care knowing damn well you dont—“ Your voice cracked.
Bruce’s voice cut through the room. “Enough.”
“Youre an asshole. Has anybody told you that? Probably not because you get off on scaring them to death. Youre a jerk bruce. A coward who—“ before you can continue your rant Bruce hand Connect with your cheek with a deafening.
SMACK.
The slap had sent you falling down as you hold your cheek. As dick gasped putting a hand on his mouth as Damian remained completely unfazed, as Tim and Duke look at each other not wanting to be apart of this.
Jason looked like he wanted to say something. But didn’t.
Alfred stepped forward. “Miss y/n—“
you cut off Alfred as you get up Tears blurred your vision. As you looked Bruce straight in the eye.
“you never hit the joker this hard.” You said as you turned around before anyone could see the tears rolling down your face. leaving Bruce stunned.
By the time you reached your room, you couldn’t hold them back anymore. You cried. It wasn’t the argument. It wasn’t the yelling. It was the realization, He was supposed to protect you. He didn’t protect Jason and look where it got him.
You always felt like someone he had to deal with. Not someone he wanted.
You grabbed your phone and called the only person you have.
“Pick up…Come on, Mark…”
Instead, your phone buzzed.
Mark:
Yoo can’t talk rn. Out on a date with Amber.
You stared at the screen... right amber.
You:
It’s alright. just wanted to talk, have fun tho.
Seen 9:27
You locked your phone.
You couldn’t stay here. Not tonight.
You pulled your Atom Eve suit back on, shoved a change of clothes into your bag, and climbed through your bedroom window.
dearest author, how are you? What do you do outside of tumblr (if its not intruding) abd what colour do you think hated!hero reader wears the most. I loved the series and I wonder how you would continue on the story (if you thats what you intended)
HII!, outside of tumblr i go to school (#killme) butt its summer break so im living the chud unemployed life reading comics staying up writing for AO3 and tumblr🥹 as for the color of the hated!hero wears the most idk😞 you can interpret the reader as your oc! To answer your third question, The hated!hero was gonna be a one shot but then i got an idea for part 2… listen if i do get an idea for part 3 i will make it but right now im brainless😃 just pray i get my brain back.
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