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Glory and Gore go hand in hand

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.ᐟ BATFAM X NEGLECTED ATOM EVE! READER

So, where'd you get that confidence from?

Last time that I checked, I won

FEMALE!READER

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 <you are here>

By the time Tim came back to the Batcave, he already had Oracle on call and was searching.

For two people.

Y/N Wayne And Atom Eve.

Maybe Atom Eve could help him find Y/N.

Bruce had been beating himself up ever since Y/N left.

“Meeoww.” Tim looked down. A black cat tilted its head up at him. Wasnt this y/ns cat?

Then he remembered.

Damian had taken the cat after his second week back in Gotham.

And Bruce had just let it happen.

“It’s okay to share things, Y/N. Damian grew up… rough.”

Maybe they had given Y/N plenty of reasons to run away. But after that night… After what happened with Bruce…

That was probably the final straw that broke the camel’s back.

Tim’s thoughts were cut short by Oracle.

“Tim? You there?”

“Yeah. What’s going on?”

“I found something about Y/N.”

“That’s good.” He looked back at the computer.

“That’s really good.”

“Tim…”

Barbara paused.

“You’ve kind of seemed out of it these past few days. Are you alright?”

“Yeah.”

Tim continued typing.

His keyboard clacked through the Batcave.

Atom Eve had started four years ago, when she was thirteen.

Which meant she was seventeen now.

The same age as Y/N….

She had officially joined the Teen Team three years ago.

After that… Nothing major.

Just saving the world. Being a hero. And disappearing whenever she wasn’t needed.

After a few minutes of finding nothing substantial, Tim cleared his throat.

“Oracle, can you help me find stuff about Atom Eve?”

“Why?”

“I just can’t find anything that’s gonna lead me to Y/N.”

Barbara frowned. “What does Atom Eve have to do with Y/N?”

“I just…”

Tim stared at the screen.

“I feel like something’s wrong, you know? Like maybe something’s connected.” He leaned back in his chair.

“Or maybe Atom Eve can help us find Y/N if we play our cards right. I met her a few hours ago with Young Justice.”

He paused.

“Connor’s been talking about her nonstop.”

Barbara started typing.

Then suddenly

“Tim.”

“What?”

“Atom Eve was spotted flying away from the Teen Team’s base a few hours ago.”

Tim froze.

“The same time me and Jason went?”

“Mhm.” Barbara hummed in agreement.

Tim stared at the screen. “So Atom Eve does know something about Y/N?”

“I don’t know the answer to that, Timmy.” Barbara sighed. “You sound tired. Put a pause on this and go to sleep.”

“I can’t.” Tim rubbed his eyes. “Bruce has been brooding ever since Y/N left.”

“That sounds like him.” Barbara sighed.

“I’ll try to find something. Just go to sleep. You have school tomorrow.”

Tim sighed. “Yeah.”

He ended the call and got up.

He needed to find Y/N.

He was sure Atom Eve could help him.

⸻

After a week of not being Atom Eve, and being paranoid that they somehow knew your identity, you finally went back out.

Poison Ivy was terrorizing Gotham again.

This time with Two Face.

God…. Do villains ever get bored?

You flew over the street as vines ripped through cars and wrapped around buildings.

Two Face stood in the middle of the chaos, flipping his coin.

“Heads.”

He looked at the result.

“Looks like we’re having fun tonight.”

“Oh, great.” You landed. “Because I wasn’t already having a wonderful evening.”

Ivy looked up.

“Atom Eve.”

“Poison Ivy.” You raised your hands. “Can we just skip the part where you try to destroy Gotham?”

She smiled. “Where’s the fun in that?”

The vines shot toward you.

You threw up a pink barrier.

CRACK.

The vines slammed into it.

You pushed forward, sending a wave of pink energy through them.

The vines snapped apart.

Two Face threw two explosives toward you.

You caught both in midair with pink constructs.

“Seriously?” You tossed them straight back.

BOOM.

Two Face was sent flying into a parked car as he groaned.

“Harvey!”

Ivy’s vines wrapped around your legs.

You looked down. “…Oh, come on.”

You were ripped off the ground.

You quickly created a pink blade and cut yourself free before slamming into a nearby building.

You recovered midair.

Your eyes narrowed. “Okay.” You raised both hands. “Now I’m annoyed!”

Massive pink constructs formed around you.

You slammed them into the ground.

The street shook.

Ivy’s vines were forced back while Two Face barely managed to dodge the debris.

You flew straight toward Ivy.

She sent another wave of vines at you.

You dodged.

Left.

Right.

Up.

Then you grabbed her with a pink construct and slammed her into the pavement.

Two Face raised his gun.

You immediately caught it with another construct.

“Put that down.”

He stared at you. “…No.”

You squeezed.

The gun broke apart.

A few minutes later, both villains were restrained.

You sighed in relief….. Finally!

You left your phone back at the Teen Team base anyway, so there was no reason to rush back.

You were about to fly away when

“ATOM EVE!”

You froze. Someone was yelling from below.

You looked down. You thought Mark Instead… it’s Red Robin.

Oh, you’ve got to be kidding me.

You slowly landed back on the street.

“Red Robin. What do I owe the pleasure?” You crossed your arms.

“I need help.”

Tim looked at you seriously. “And you’re the only person who can help me right now.”

You raised an eyebrow. “Isn’t Batman a detective?”

“He’s been…” Tim paused he clearly chose his words carefully as he sighs “It’s just complicated.”

You sighed. “You need help with what?”

“A girl has been missing.”

You straightened. “Wait. Who? And why me?”

Tim sighed. “It’s a Wayne.”

Your stomach dropped.

“Y/N Wayne.” He looked at you. “You know her?”

This has to be a sick joke… Right?

Was he really looking for you?

Or was this just an excuse to talk to you?

You decided to play along. “Why her? What happened?”

“I don’t know.” Tim looked frustrated. “I couldn’t find her.” After a second he says

“Mr. Wayne himself picked me to help find her. I couldn’t. But she was last seen at the Teen Team’s base.”

He looked at your costume.

“You’re part of the Teen Team.” You nodded.

Fuck.

Mark was right.

“The point is…” Tim continued. “y/n has been suspected to be dating one of your teammates…. Rex Splode.”

You swallowed. You tried not to look nervous. “Mhm.”

“You seem to know more about him than anybody else on the team.”

Tim’s expression softened slightly.

“Please. All I’m asking is that you keep an eye out for Y/N. And ask Rex some questions.”

You nodded. “I’ll look out for her. Thanks for telling me.”

You immediately flew away.

⸻

A few minutes later, you landed at the Teen Team base.

You went straight to your room.

You searched everywhere. Under your bed. Your desk. Your bag… Nothing.

Your phone was gone.

Maybe when they came Tim took it.

Or Jason.

Fuck.

⸻

Later that night, Tim returned to the Batcave after patrol.

He stopped when he saw Jason sitting in the Batcomputer chair with his legs on the table.

“Hey, Timmy.” Jason was holding something. A phone with a pink phone case.

Tim tilted his head as he removed his mask.

“Hey, Jaybin. Why are you here?”

Jason stood up. “Seems like you forgot we found Y/N’s phone last night.”

Tim’s eyes widened. He immediately rushed over to the Batcomputer.

“Give it to me.”

Jason raised an eyebrow. “What’s the magic word?”

A deeper voice came from behind them. “Jason.”

Tim looked up.

Bruce.

Jason sighed and handed Tim the phone.

Bruce walked down the stairs. “Why didn’t you tell me about this?”

“We forgot.” Jason shrugged. “Sorry, B.”

Tim plugged the phone into the Batcomputer.

Bruce sighed. “I just want my daughter back.”

The screen lit up.

The lock screen was a picture of a black cat.

The same black cat that used to belong to Y/N.

The same one Damian had taken from her.

“We need the password.”

Jason hummed. “I’m drawing a blank.”

Tim looked up. “Dick is really nosy.” As he shrugged “Maybe he knows.”

Jason nodded. “Yeah.” He turned toward the stairs. “DICKHEAD! COME DOWN HERE!”

Footsteps echoed through the cave.

Then a yell “COMING!”

Dick appeared at the bottom of the stairs.

“Who hollered?”

Jason waved him over.

“You know the password to Y/N’s phone?”

Dick nodded. “Yeah!” Then he paused. “But I think she changed it after she found out I knew.”

Tim looked up. “Give it to me.”

“Okay.” Dick thought for a second.

“One… another one. Then two twos. Then a six. Andddd a seven.”

Tim entered it.

The phone unlocked.

Jason stared at the screen. “Isn’t this an invasion of privacy?”

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Every time I look at your profile, I think about Lex Luthor

😭😭😭 i have the same pfp everywhere im #lexluthorpilled, i just really REALLY like smallville lex hes a cutie, this is me coming out as a lex luthor fan… sighh😔 on the other note; for the people waiting for part 6 its coming soon i promise🙏 ive been writing two new fics aswell👀

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I am counting down the seconds until chapter 6 🥹

I just finished writing it! After tomorrow im gonna edit it then post it, so sorry for the long wait🙈🙈 ive been rereading the invincible comics so i can know more about atom eve🫣

[shapeshifterexile]

Batfam x Neglected!Dead!Reader

You had died in a cold room, alone and afraid.

Not heroically like the rest of your family would, or peacefully, or even surrounded by your family.

You died in a damp, cold basement of starvation and pneumonia after the low level kidnappers who’d taken you for ransom declared you a lost cause after all the familial contacts in your phone had left you on voicemail. 

The last memory you remember of being alive was of coughing, of thinking you were so hungry, of telling yourself that you would wake up in just a bit, and then everything went black.

The GCPD found your body, what, two days later? You couldn’t really tell. Or be bothered. Your starving body was rotting on the floor while your soul stared at it as a ghost. It was natural, and perfectly reasonable, you assumed, to freak out. 

The body had been unable to be identified. 

Turns out, when a body rots in a damp basement, along with nearly a month of starvation and pneumonia and broken bones, without any person items that hadn’t been sold off, it was hard to tell who a body was related to.

And bodies with souls that haven’t moved on, as it turns out, rot much faster.

So you followed your body. You watched your own autopsy, the gentle dissection of your body, watching a specialist determine you were still a child, that you died of starvation and pneumonia and lingering blunt force trauma.

Your body was put into storage, a cold, dry coffin on a wall of cold, dry coffins, that left your soul feeling nothing but a cold that couldn’t be shaken.

You spent most of your days roaming the streets after that. You were anchored to these few sections of Gotham, the rich district, the precinct, and the few streets in between. 

Dogs could see you. As could cats, squirrels, birds, most animals, interestingly enough.

Just not human beings.

You stayed at the manor most. Not because you enjoyed it, no.

But because every single day, you held out hope that maybe, just maybe, someone would check their phone for your messages, someone would ask where you were, someone would identify you, and you would be able to move on.

You watched as everyone went along with their lives, and whenever someone asked where you might be? Brushed off.

It was always the same 5 rotating excuses. 

After school program. 

Studying.

Asleep.

At a friend’s house.

Out, you’re old enough to take care of yourself.

You missed living. You missed being warm. You missed being able to feel and cry. You missed at least being slightly acknowledged when you were in the house.

Now the only living things who knew you existed in the manor were the crows in the trees, Ace, Titus, Alfred the Cat, Lucy, Batcow, and the bats in the cave.

That seemed to be it.

And then Duke came along.

You didn’t care for him.

Not at first.

It felt like he was there to replace you, to fill the unconscious void you left in the family that none of your family seemed to realize existed.

And then he saw the family pictures on the mantle for the first time.

“Hey, Tim? Who’s… that? In between Jason and Dick?”

Tim looked up from his maybe 4th coffee for the day, glancing at the photo Duke was staring at. You weren’t smiling in the photo. You were sitting in between Dick and Jason, smushed in between them, looking like you’d be anywhere else. Your clothes weren’t half as nice as the suits everyone else was wearing, and you had bags under your eyes. It was supposed to be a candid photo, everyone chatting and arguing and adjusting their clothing, while you… just stared at the camera with unfocused, tired eyes.

“Oh. That’s B’s kid. First biological one. 2 years older than Damien, I think.”

Duke blinked, staring at the photo, unintentionally ignoring Tim’s voice. He hadn’t seen anyone that looked anything at all like you these past few days.

“- never home anymore. I wouldn’t bother looking.”

“Please look for me.”

“Hey. You… heard that, right?”

“Heard what?”

“Nothing…” 

Duke swore he was hearing voices. He’d been told over and over again that it was just the manor settling. Just someone getting home late from patrol. The manor was too safe and secure for anyone to come and live inside.

No one else seemed to notice it.

Well, besides the animals. They’d bark or whine or purr or moo at something that didn’t even seem to be there.

He’d caught both Titus and Ace, on multiple occasions, barking at absolutely nothing, and curled up, whining. Though the later was nearly exclusively Ace. Titus just barked. 

But either way, Duke heard that one voice nearly every night. And, unfortunately, tonight was just like any other.

“I hate you, you know? I die and not even a day later my replacement moves in.”

And normally, Duke wouldnt talk back. He tired a few times, and it never worked. But tonight was different.

Midterms were about to start, and as a result, teachers at Gotham Academy had been piling on hesr more and more work to get grades in. 

“I’m no one’s replacement. And I’m trying to study. Can you please just shut up for a few hours?”

The voice, thankfully, went silent for a moment, before, “Oh. Oh my god. You can hear me. How can you hear me?!”

That, in all honesty, wasn’t the reaction he was expecting. But the voice rambled on. 

“No one’s even noticed I’m gone, no one can hear or see me, well besides Ace I think, so no human can see me, but either way, do you realize how huge this is for me?!”

Wait. What?

“Am I the first to be able to hear you?”

“Yes!”

“Wait. Were you the one on the photo on the mantle? The one that looked like…” Duke trailed off, remembering your features the best he could.

“Yes!” Duke could swear the owner of the voice seemed to be jumping for joy. “Thats me! That was… me.”

“Was?” He asked, cautiously, waiting for a reply, one that was instead met with silence, a slight creak in the slightly open door, and the ticking of the grandfather clock in the room.

It seems whoever was speaking to him… was gone.

Your cries were haunting Bruce. Nearly every night, for an entire month, he’d be tormented by the same sound from sundown til sunrise. 

A child, crying, begging for their father to come save them.

Every hour, the cries got quieter. Fainter and fainter, changing from wails of pain and pleas to be let go to begs of mercy and to not be abandoned, and finally, around sunrise, soft, almost inaudible cries of forgiveness, with wet, painful coughs echoing during any seemingly empty stretches of sound.

He swore he knew who the voice belonged to, but he couldn’t put his finger on it.

It wasn’t Duke or Damien’s, nor was it Cass or Stephanie’s, not Tim, Jason or Dick, not even Barbara’s. 

The only person that left was you.

You, who he clearly remembered allowing to go to a friend’s house and stay the night for as long as you wanted.

You’d basically moved out, at this point, though Bruce figured that a call every once in a while would be nice.

And yeah, he did see your voicemail. All 30 of them. One per day, every day, at the exact same time. But your friend’s mother hadn’t called and you never got into any trouble, so you were most likely fine. Of course, he was slightly concerned when, after 31 days exactly, the voicemails stopped, but he’d check them later.

When Duke had asked at dinner how the person who haunted the house died, the rest of Bruce’s children, along with Bruce himself, of course, looked at the newest addition to their household in confusion.

Duke then clarified. “The person on the mantle in that one photo? The really dusty one in the left corner? Right in the middle?”

Damien clicked his tongue, saying your name like it was a curse. “The elder biological child? Why would you assume that they have died?”

Bruce nodded slowly. “Right, you two haven’t met in person yet. I’ll call them over tonight, you can see them tomorrow morning. They basically live at one of their friend’s houses.” Of course, Bruce would never admit he didn’t know the name of said friend.

It started with an M.

Mia? No. 

Maia? Nope.

Ah, right! Mylanie!

“I swear I heard a voice though.”

“I’ll call tonight and you can meet them in the morning and see that they are, in fact, not dead, if it’ll help. Now. How long have the voices been going on?”

“Just since I saw the photo. But I swear, I-“

“Duke, that was nearly a week ago.” Tim spoke up, looking genuinely concerned. “You’ve been hearing what you think is a dead person’s voice for a week?”

And the conversation devolved from then, and Bruce ignored the sinking feeling in his gut that something was very, very wrong.

Jason knew a lot about death, speaking as someone, who, well, had been brutally murdered. 

But even so, that didn’t ease the pain in his heart as he finally listened to those 31 days of voicemails after ignoring them for nearly a month.

Last time he’d seen you, you’d both argued. Or was it just him yelling at you while you tried to defend yourself, like a cornered, starving dog. He assumed you’d be fine. That 31 voicemails was you being dramatic and too apologetic and that you needed to toughen up.

And now he was hearing 31 days of you being starved and beaten and tortured, everything getting progressively worse and worse every day, until on the 31st day, the kidnappers simply… gave up. Said you’d die within 20 days max if you didn’t get help and hell, they gave the damn address. 

Which Jason then searched up hoping in his heart that someone alive had been found there to see what he could find. And to his despair, there was something.

Multiple articles. Dated back weeks ago. All the same story.

UNKNOWN BODY FOUND AT KIDNAPPING SITE. BODY HAS YET BE TO IDENTIFIED BY CORONERS OR POLICE. IF ANY INFORMATION IS AVAILABLE, PLEASE ALERT THE GCPD.

Jason felt like he couldn’t breathe.

This was a joke. 

It had to be.

You were supposed to be the one thing in his life that wasn’t touched by violence. You were the one kid is this godforsaken family that took care of yourself and cooked and did homework and got on the honor role instead of being a vigilante who got bruises and broken bones.

And now you were dead.

“Jason… I forgive you.”

Goddamn it. So Duke wasn’t crazy after all.

Art for what reader looks like as a ghost! (TW: Body Horror)

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[why-i-love-comics]

DC's Hawk-Girl Summer #1 - "Idle Hands" (2026)

by Siobhan Ciffon & Cathy Le

[notonelover]

Somehow i find comfort knowing my life won't last forever

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.ᐟ BATFAM X NEGLECTED ATOM EVE!READER

And it feels like medication

And it's good for me, I'm sure

FEMALE!READER

part 1 part 2 part 3 part 4 <you are here>

A/N; im so sorry for the late update but more late updates are gonna come since im on vacation rn☹️

TIM’S POV

He decided to let it go… For now.

A mission later, Young Justice ended up at Bat Burger.

Mostly because Bart was hungry.

“Did you guys see Atom Eve?” Connor leaned back in his chair.

“She was cool.”

“We heard you the first hundred times,” Cissie rolled her eyes.

“Although…Kon’s right. She is pretty cool.” Cassie said as she stole one of Bart’s fries.

To Tim, they all sounded like background noise, static.

He was zoned out. He swore he’d met Atom Eve before.

He just couldn’t place where.

Maybe… He’d met her civilian identity?

Maybe—

“Come on though! Invincible seems cool!” Bart said between bites of his burger.

“His dad’s Omni-Man!”

Connor frowned.

“…Did you guys hear what happened to the Guardians of the Globe?”

“The only survivor was Omni-Man.”

The table fell silent.

Tim remembered Bruce mentioning Cecil after everything that happened.

“—Earth to Timmy.”

“Huh?” Tim looked up everyone was staring at him.

“Oh…Sorry. Zoned out.” He rubbed the back of his neck.

Bart tilted his head. “Is it about your sister?”

Cassie elbowed him.

“Bart.”

“What?”

Tim sighed. “…Yeah.”

“I checked most of Central City,” Bart admitted.

“Didn’t see her.”

“I checked what I could in Metropolis,” Connor added.

“Nothing.”

“So… She might still be in Gotham.” Cissie shrugged.

Tim looked up. “…Maybe.”

“What if she’s staying with a friend?” Cassie suggested.

Tim thought for a moment.

“I talked to her best friend mark today. He said she hadn’t texted him.”

Connor raised an eyebrow. “…And you believed him?”

“Of course I—”

Connor cut him off.

“If my friend got into a fight with her dad…I’d cover for them too.”

Tim’s eyes widened.

“…Shit.”

He hurriedly stood up. “I’m calling Oracle.”

As he walked outside, he quickly sent Barbara a message before dialing Jason.

“Hey.”

“I think I’ve got a lead on Y/N.”

⸻

A few minutes later…

Jason pulled up on his motorcycle.

Tim climbed on the back just as his phone rang.

Bruce was calling.

“Hey B. What’s going on?”

“Y/N came to school today.”

Tim frowned. “…How come I didn’t—”

Then it clicked. “Mark.”

“She was seen with him this afternoon,” Bruce said.

“My ride’s here.” Tim looked at Jason. “I’ll call you back.”

“So?” Jason asked as he tossed Tim a spare helmet.

“What’s the lead?”

“I think mark knows where she is.”

Jason started the bike.

“Good. Let’s ask him.”

⸻

Mark’s house was what Tim expected.

A normal house in the suburbs.

By the time they climbed through his bedroom window, Jason had already made himself comfortable on Mark’s bed. Like he owned the place.

“Night, Mom!” Mark called as he walked upstairs.

He opened the bedroom door.

Then froze.

Crime lord red hood, and detective Red Robin.. in his room.

Jason lifted a finger to his lips.

“Shh.. wouldn’t want to wake up mom, would we?”

Mark quietly shut the door behind him. “H-hey…”

Jason stood.

God….He was huge.

“You’re gonna tell us where Y/N is.”

“Now.”

Mark swallowed. “I-I don’t know much. I swear.”

Tim crossed his arms.

“You were seen with her today.”

Mark looked between the two vigilantes.

He was cornered…. He was fucked. Two times he can’t lie to a crime lord.. and y/n is gonna hate him if he told them she’s atom eve.

“…She said she was staying at the Teen Team base.”

Jason frowned. “…Why the Teen Team?”

“I…” Mark’s brain scrambled for an excuse.

“Uh… She’s dating one of them.”

Tim narrowed his eyes. “…Who?”

Mark immediately regretted saying anything.

“I-I don’t know if they’re still together.”

Jason stepped closer.

“If you’re fucking lying…” His voice was quiet. “… You’ll regret it.”

Mark nodded so fast it almost gave him whiplash.

“I-I’m telling the truth.”

Without another word, Jason and Tim climbed back out the window.

⸻

Just as you were about to fall asleep… Your phone rang.

It was mark, what could he want at this hour?

You answered with a tired voice. “Hey… mark, What’s going on?”

“Y/N.” He sounded genuinely panicked. “Your brothers came to my house.”

That woke you the fuck up, You sat up immediately.

“…What?”

“They showed up in their suits…. they were asking where you were.”

“I…” He hesitated. “I told them.”

Your stomach dropped. “..Mark.” Fuck, youre cooked.

“I’m sorry!”

“Jason’s terrifying! I panicked! They’re coming to the Teen Team base. If you don’t want them to find you, You need to leave.”

Now you were fully awake. “… Shit.”

You hung up.

Threw your spare clothes into a bag.

Opened the window.

And flew. You didn’t even look back.

⸻

By the time Red Hood and Red Robin arrived…

The room was empty.

Jason looked around.

“Damn.”

Tim noticed something on the bedside table.

“…Her phone.”

He picked it up. The screen was locked.

“…She left in a hurry.”

Jason sighed.

“So we’re back to square one.”

Tim didn’t answer.

Instead, he looked around the room.

He saw a picture with you in it with… rex splode?y/ns dating him? Maybe he’ll pay rex a visit soon.

After looking around they left the Teen Team base, Tim couldn’t stop thinking about one thing.

Atom Eve.

He pulled out his phone.

Search: Atom Eve

His finger hovered over the screen for a second, he needed to go to the cave and spend another sleepless night researching.

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I'm counting down the seconds until chapter 5

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🫢

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Part 5 coming soon🥹?

TONIGHT!!!! Its one of my favorite chapters so far🙏 i put blood sweat and TEARS into this chapter lol

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taking photos of yourself is a truly humbling and humiliating experience

[ywrt]

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

[swaguicide]

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🙈🙉

[zippysmusings]

Why are you so obsessed with me?!

Reader x Platonic!Yan!Bats

(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!!!)

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[young-vandal]

[sugarcigs]

i wish i could kill myself for like five minutes just to see everyone's reactions

[swaguicide]

.ᐟ BATFAM X NEGLECTED ATOM EVE!READER

I got toxins in my bloodstream

You tried hard to suck 'em out

FEMALE!READER

part 1 part 2 part 3 <you are here>

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.

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