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YANDERE! BATFAM x DRUG ADDICT/ SOBER ! READER

(Ch. 1) (Ch. 4)

(Ch. 2) (Ch. 5)

(Ch. 3) Ch. 6 <-

(Ch. 3.05). Masterlist

Jason: “Why? Who comes up in the system?”

Tim: “It’s… (name)!?”

Silence cut trough the coms like a knife (if we ignore the loud crescendo of the silver tray that Alfred was carrying falling to the floor) as the vigilantes all stood / kneeled around your body taking in the face they have seemed to ignore for all these years. Days old eyeliner fading into the dark circles under your eyes, the hyper pigmentation from the acne you had over the years on your cheeks, the slightly chapped lips that only now. Seemed to be glossy from the bile surrounding you and the bile, the alcoholic stomach acid and blood that is seeping into your closes and your hair. Bruce, as silent as he is, kneels down in-front of your body and next to Jason. Slowly, with hesitation, he wipes away some of the vomit, acid, blood alcohol mixture off your face so he could look at you properly. And in that moment, something brakes in him. Something that was originally broke when his parents died, that broke again when Jason died, and now it braking again seeing you there lying in front of him motionless. A child he was meant to protect. His child. His daughter. The small girl he never payed attention to ever since she stepped into the manor, not glancing when Alfred essentially became your father, not seeing the signs that you were spiralling, that you needed your father to be there ever since your mom died. And now here you are, essentially dead after everything.

The silence was broken with Tim’s voice cracking through the comms. “Bad timing but the ambulance is pulling up outside right now, along with commissioner Gordon and a couple other police officers sopping out the area.”

The silence was broken with Tim’s voice cracking through the comms. “Bad timing but the ambulance is pulling up outside right now, along with commissioner Gordon and a couple other police officers sopping out the area.”

Bruce doesn’t respond to what was said, but instead he scoops you up into his arms (just like what he did with Jason) and starts to walk toward the entrance. Through the toilet door and the trough, the multiple hallways. Both Dick and Jason where walking behind him grief and guilt consuming everyone as they walk through the halls of the warehouse. As they got closer to entrance rain started hitting the roof. At first it was gradual, but it quickly became soo aggressive that it sounded like hail smashing against any material possible.

Once they reached the main/front part of the warehouse, red and blue lights filled the filled the room and as if on cue the few, people that were still lurking about stated to leave, leaving the 1-3 individuals that were passed out behind. Pushing the door open, Bruce (while using his cape to shield you from the rain) walks straight to the paramedics handing you over to the medical professionals. Who removed you from his arms and placed you into gorney and started checking your vitals/ your condition. Words like ‘Naloxone’, ‘weak pulse’ and ‘breathing’ tube were being used but those were the only words that Bruce can actually hear as everything else was muffled as he watched the paramedics lofty you into the ambulance, closed the door and driveway.

Bruce continues to stare off inept he distances, as he watches the ambulance drive away with you in it. Only once the ambulance is out of sight Bruce walks towards the Batmobile that magically teleported to the front of the warehouse. He walks past commissioner Gordon, who was getting information about what happened inside from nightwing, and gets in the Batmobile. He does not drive away from the warehouse just yet, but instead he just sits there (still in a state of shock from seeing his daughter in an almost dead state) as the engine rumbled to life. Gordon ask Nightwing and Red hood about what is going on but even they did not mention anything about it other than mentions of a civilian that over dosed.

After that both Nightwing and Red Hood walked away from commissioner Gordon and into the bat mobile. Not in the same guilt-ridden way as batman but there was still a sense of guilt coming from the three vigilantes. Once Bruce saw in the rearview mirror that both of his son’s were in the Batmobile, he then drove away, not in the direction of the hospital, but towards the manor instead. To Bruce it wouldn’t be right for him to visit you now in costume. Plus, he was somewhat sure that the hospital would call the manor by the time he got to there to inform about [name].

By the time the Batmobile pulled into the cave the initial shock of seeing your limp body has mostly passed, but there was still that lingering feeling of guilt and shame for letting this gastric to you. For not even knowing what was even happening to you.

Tim had pulled up a file on you onto on of the bat mobile screens and the lack of info is surprising. Even the workers at Bat-burger had more information about what they done last week compared to you. All that was included in the files was your age, full legal name, your old height, and an image of you when you were really young and you had box braids that barely touched your shoulder. The original image was a picture of you and your mom pressed together cheek to cheek smiling but it was cropped so only your face was showing and the only slither of your mom being in that picture is the light brown wig strand that whispers across your face from the wind.It was one of the last recorded moments of you being happy…genuinely happy and that just seems to make the current situation hit worse.

Everyone’s eyes avoided those bright digital ones as Tim explained how he pulled up your files and saw no information that could help but when he looked at the the Gotham cameras planted around the city using the embarrassingly old picture for the face identifying system and multiple clips pulled up with you either buying drugs, hiding drugs in multiple parts of the city (most of it being out of frame but they can see enough) and you walking into dark allies doing god knows what only to re emerge hours later, hair disheveled, bottle in hand and stumbling out of frame.

Jason: Jesus how long has this been going on?

Tim: months, even longer… these clips date back for a while. Possibly even a year or more.

Dick: A YEAR?! And we never noticed… not even once?

Tim: Looking back now, the signs were pretty obvious. She was pretty avoidant with us, leaving rooms before we even entered, never looked like she was actually present in the rare cases that we did talk to her. Even Stephanie mentioned that when she first met [name] she seamed high…

Jason: She probably got like this after her mom died and the grief became too much. And we did nothing to help her.

Dick falls onto sofa…dread sticking to him like honey.

Dick: All the signs were right there and we just ignored her. All the times where we should have been their as her siblings, her family, a support system and we just let her break down..

Jason plops down on the sofa next to dick and places his helmet next to him.

Jason: I should of seen the signs, the same ones my mum had…how can I just let this happen to her.

Dick: I’m sure Alfred is effected more than us. He raised them all these years.

Jason: Where is Alfred?

Tim: once it came to light that the body was [name], he went upstairs and assent come back down since…

Dick: Let's give him some space for the time being.

And just like that, the cave fell into a daunting silence fell over the cave and the vigilantes removed their suits, with their mind clouded of “memories” of you (or what they believe is you) clouding their minds. Their suits feel now feel like they weigh a thousand pounds more than usual. The guilt of failing their own family to the point of that they are now (possibly) fighting for their life in hospital. That guilt now bashes them feel like they shouldn’t be Gotham protectors if they couldn’t protect you.

Once they change back into their civilian clothes, each of them left the cave one by one until the cave became empty. Bruce locked the entrance behind and walked out the library. Each of that his remains kids that were awake disappeared to different parts of the manor. Tim went to his room, Dick went to the indoor gym and Jason was in a hidden part of the library. That just Left Bruce to wonder around the manor. Looking at family portraits that decorate the halls from over the years that never seemed to include you even when you first joined the manor.

It was about fifteen minutes into Bruce’s aimless wondering (as he was thinking about all the chances, he had to be a better father to you and failed) when he ended up in front of a door that was cracked open a bit. Curiosity got him as he opened up the door and was greeted to a minimal decorated bedroom. All the room had was posters of old shows and bands on the walls, a desk with a worn-out hoodie sitting of the chair. There where a couple of missalenious items scattered around but what really caught his attention was Alfred, who was sitting on the edge of the bed with a picture frame in hand.

Is was an old picture of you and Alfred baking. The both of you had aprons while your’s was pink with purple accents Alfred’s was a simple dark grey. You had flour on your face and some on your outstretched hands (you were trying to get some on Alfred when the picture was taken) and the biggest smile adorned your face that captured the joy of the memory ever so perfectly.

Without saying anything Bruce sat next to the butler but leaving space in between them. Alfred felt a dip in the and instantly snapped out of his daze.

Alfred: My apologies master Bruce. I didn’t know you have arrived back to the manor, I shall prepare the first aid kit.

Bruce: No need for that, it was only minor bruising and scratches. But what are you doing here?

Alfred: This is master [name]’s room. It doesn’t hold much character, just a few sentimental items collected a while back.

Bruce: I should have been there over the years…given her the attention she should have gotten

Alfred: She was bound to lose to the cowl when it came to having your attention Master Bruce.

Alfred leaves the room leaving Bruce alone in his thoughts (and the photo of you on the bed) surrounded but the subtle marks you have left in your room. Bruce picks up the the framed photograph and looks at your face. His fingers brush over the glass protecting your features, he stares at the face that has little to non of his features but all of your mothers.

Bruce has not being a present part of your life may have been part of a ripple effect that led you to end up how you did. But even though its now probably way too late to try, he wants to try to at least be more present in your life. He wants to control you care for you, monitor you be there for you so you don’t fall into the same hole you are currently in.

Bruce sighs as he finally put down the picture frame and drags his hand down his face. As he stands up he sees a floor board by your bed lifted and what seems to be things hidden underneath it. The curiosity of a detective takes over and he kneels down and removes the floor board entirely. Inside was a battered shoe box, the colours and labels have faded over time and the corners are showing signs of being warn out.

Opening the box, Bruce face shifts into a state of shock. The box was filled with multiple little bags filled with pills, some filled with powders there was also miniature versions of liquors bottles along with one bottle of whisky that Bruce specifically remembering being stashed away in the back of his office cubbord. Some cash was also there along with a burner phone. Bruce takes his time going through the content of the box his personal phone rings with the number that he recognises as the Gotham Hospital. He answers the phone and puts it up to his ear.

Bruce: Hello?

Gotham Hospital reception worker: Good evening, Mr Wayne. We have your daughter [Name] [last name] – Wayne at the hospital.

Bruce (acting shocked): Oh My- IS SHE OKAY?

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Another cliffhanger i know im sorry 😭😭

I had to read previous chapters again 😭

This is a shorter chapter I’m sorry for that I just wanted the chapter to focus less on the reader on more on the Batfam’s guilts towards the reader.

I’m also going on hiatus until this uni year is over I’m already a few months in and had too many crash outs over deadlines.

Don’t get me wrong, I will be working on chapters and suggestions if I get anything but nothing will be posted until I after I finish this year sorry my omegas but your strong muscular CEO Alpha needs their degree 😔😔

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BATFAM x Siren! Reader

You never had a pod growing up. It is just you and your mother. Your mother was kicked out from the pod, because she got pregnant with someone outside of the species… an outsider and the pod voted her out. Saying the she was a threat to their kind. The only family she had ever known, the only family she will know gone buy the end of a moon cycle.

So she took whatever she could and made a life for herself and you on land. Not too far from the sea because she wanted you to at least experience the wonders of the ocean regardless if you don’t have a pod to rely on.

She used her voice to gain wealth and connections so she can protect and provide for you. Ensuring that there will be a safety net that won’t abandon you in your time of need.

Years later you and your mother are one on the most successful “people” in NYC. Renting out apartments and penthouses, performing in opera houses to both practice using your siren voice and keep New your under your control, using your voice to manipulate any situation you get stuck in and occasionally feeding off their soul.

All was going good. New York City was basically under you and your mother’s control. You were adorned with pearls, diamonds and other gemstones. And you were able to escape to the sea and have the best time of your life.

Life was perfect…you had your mom, the most dangerous gangs willing to drop anything to make sure you are safe (mother’s orders), the rest of New York under your control, money and the ocean. Your mom no longer upset about loosing the pod and you never needing one in the first place.

Until…

🦇🌊

It was one of those evenings where your mother was scheduled to perform at the grand opera house. The routine was just like any other. She performs for the audience and uses her powers to absorb the audience’s souls, not the entire souls (only a small portion enough to sustain her) because that will just kill them and she does not what that sort of crime on her hands…especially when she can’t dispose of the bodies like she used to do.

This time was slightly different because there was people travelling in just to see your mom perform. It was a big night and everything had to go right. Every little detail needs to be perfect, down to the way the wind blows on the feather boa she has on. Because everything works out better when there is not a flaw seen. You both must depict a level of sophistication that makes others look like amateurs…

🦇🌊

You were feeling a bit hungry before the performance started so you were looking for something to eat. It wasn’t the regular hanger that people normally face…it was that insatiable siren hunger for a human soul. You have been ignoring it lately for other endeavours but it was becoming unbearable and it needed to be dealt with.

So you walk to the back alley behind the Oprah house, hoping to find at least one person to devour. And to your luck you did there was a homeless man dumpster diving in one of the bins behind the building. Unfortunately you were hoping for someone more…clean but a really hungry siren can’t exactly complain about what’s being served to her now can she? You will just have to make sure your dress doesn’t get ruined.

So you cleared your throat and sung a basic melody. Nothing too complicated but one still strong enough for you to grab the homeless man’s attention. The longer you sung more obvious features of mind control started to take place. Complete neglect over what he was doing to focus on you and his eyes had a milky cast over them.

Slowly his jaw dropped and a glowing orb (his soul) was fighting to come out. Seeing that his plan was working you decided to change up the melody a bit just so you can get the process over and done with - you will be running late other wise…

Once the soul left his mouth completely the homeless man’s body went lip and dropped onto the floor. Landing in a puddle, almost splashing you in the process. But you ignore this as your eyes focused on the glowing milky blue orb flitting to wards you. In preparation off what is a good snack you unhinged your jaw as you felt your teeth change into sharp spikes, your eyes begin to turn white, your nails increase in length and sharps and gills appear on the side of your neck.

Once the soul enter era you mouth you wasted no time in consuming it and just as quickly your siren features came, they left just as quick making you look like a normal human again. Once you were done you looked around making sure nobody saw what you just done. Once confirming that nobody noticed you whipped the corners of your mouth as if there was sauce there, made your way out of the alley and back into the Oprah house to continue the evening.

While you were leaving you failed to notice the pair of eyes watching you through a red mechanical helmet. From the moment you entered the alley until you walked back in.

[Time skip because I’m lazy 🫩]

It’s been a few months since the performance at the Oprah house…the performance itself went on without a single hitch. Every little detail went perfectly, even the collections of souls. The only flaw was that one family left mid performance but even that doesn’t change how successful the night was.

But what does shake you is that ever since that night, you felt eyes on you. It’s following you everywhere…to and from school, the random streets, places where you would hang out with friends and even in your own home. At first you thought it was cameras but when you basically destroyed the entire house looking for one and didn’t find it, that ship went bust.

But it can’t be someone following you because you would at least see something. Heck…even your mom would. But she doesn’t see or sense anything leaving you paranoid and regretting killing that man.

🌊🦇

Bruce (plus everyone else) was wondering why Jason would disappear off to New York every few weeks. At first, Bruce thought that he was just visiting but when Jason took all his gear that thought quickly went bust.

He couldn’t find any reason why Jason was visiting. And when he did ask he hit the same old response “it’s none of your business…” with the occasional “Old man” after it.

He didn’t want to push it too far so he decided to leave it at that until one night,on patrol, Damian asked him if he knew anything about Sirens in New York and if there were any in Gotham.

“Why would there be sirens in Gotham?”

“Because Todd has spotted two in New York and he is wondering where the rest of the pod is. He first spotted them on the night of the Oprah concert that we left early for due to the arkham outbreak.”

“And he has been over there watching them over these past months…?”

“That is correct. But he has not made any progress in identifying where the rest of the pod are but he suspects that they are not too far if not in the city since sirens hunt in packs.”

“They do. But they would never be so far away from each other… Unless they have been removed from the pod, they would also be in New York with the first two Jason spotted.”

“So you think that they have been removed from the pod?”

“It’s the most likely scenario considering Jason has only found two.”

“I’m never telling you anything again.” A deep annoyed voice that was easily identified able as Jason’s broke through on comms.

“I was going to find out anyways. And I also took the picture of the first siren you find to run it through the bat computer after patrol.”

“You’re an absolute brat you know that right?”

“That is hardly a good insult Todd.” Damian responded with a smug smirk.

“Both of you, don’t start fighting. And Damian, give me the picture.” Bruce ordered, making the both of them shut up and Damian begrudgingly pulling out a picture (the picture is of you lol) from his belt and handing it over to the bat. Bruce took the picture and when he looked at it his eyes widened ever so slightly but you wouldn’t be able to tell because of that bloody cowl he has on.

“I recognise her…but she shouldn’t be that young looking…”

“Of course you do.” Both Jason and Damian exclaimed once they heard that their father recognised the person in the photo.

“But what do you mean that they shouldn’t look so young?” Another voice (Tim’s) joined the conversation.

“When did you join the conversation Timbit?!”

“Don’t worry about that. B, what do you mean that they shouldn’t look so young?” Tim questioned.

“I will explain at in the cave.” Bruce responded then he turned of his comm and grappled away.

“Typical.”

“Of course.”

“As expected.”

The three of them wrapped up their portion of patrol for the night and headed back towards the cave to figure out how does Bruce conveniently know this siren.

Alpha : I will finish this in part to lol I’m too lazy once again 🥀

Why is typing on my phone so annoying bruh I need my keyboard back 😭😭😭😭

Oh well I see you in the next one

BYE BYE NEOW‼️‼️‼️‼️

[23xfgg]

YANDERE! BATFAM x DRUG ADDICT/ SOBER ! READER

(Ch 1) (Ch 4)

(Ch 2) Ch 5 <-

(Ch 3) (Ch 6)

(Ch 3.05)

🐺: OMGGGG CHAPTER FIVE??? I can’t believe I got this far

Like I have said in ch3.05 the tag list will now be closed you snooze you lose😛😛

The thin red dividers are from @chrisssiren

TW // mentions of drugs, substance abuse, death, overdose on drugs, declining mental health, drug addiction, addiction, self deprecation, mentions of buying substances, drug deals, emetophobia

Oh and a there is a time skip from the last chapter being a month 🫩

Word count because i finally remembered: 4.7k

You are seriously just on a downwards spiral… all you do now is drink, get high, eat, and sleep and repeat. You also go to school occasionally but only to keep your attendance high enough, so they do not start calling the manor about your absence. Your grades are worse than abysmal, and you reek of straight hard liquor that people might as well think that you bathe in it day-by-day. Shocking how they didn’t call any authority about it but that’s just Gotham for ya.

Heck how many times are you going to look yourself in the mirror and just see yourself getting worse and just accept it. It is honestly pathetic when you think about it. You need help, you know you need help but at the same time you just continue your habits like nothings wrong. It is pathetic. You don’t want to bother people like Adam because he had been own problems to deal with so really it is just you and the other addicts you meet in these alleyways.

Hanging out with them is not the smartest decision but hey what can you do. They have access to stronger things than what you normally get but hey, the buzz is stronger and if last longer and that is all you actually care about right now. The last time you talked to them you learned that there is a new drug circulating in the area. It was a chemically modified combination of three hard drugs mixed together into one pill. Yeah, some warning bells when off when “chemically modified" was mentioned but like everything else in life you just brushed it off thinking that the side effects can’t be that bad (🐺: YEAH SURE LILBRO).

Down in the Batcave… DUN DUN DUNNNNNN

Okay seriously, down in the cold, wet, dark, damp, and moist cave sat Timothy Drake at one of the many monitors of the BatComputer, watching Batman, Nightwing an The Red Hood during an infiltration mission into drug pit. It was only Bruce, Dick, and Jason on field, with Tim, Duke and Damian stuck at the manor due to them having school the next day.

Alfred was also down at the cave ready to take over if he believes that Tim was in the cave for too long. He had already sent up both Duke and Damian and while Duke was okay with sleeping, Damian made sure to voice his opinions about sleep being useless when he is “needed” out there… all while yawing up the steps leading out the cave.

Tim was looking at the monitors that were connected to the suits of each vigilante on field that current moment. Watching through the cameras on 3 monitors and using another to pull out any information that might help.

The other three were positioned in different areas, scoping out the warehouse - which was surprisingly more packed than what is usually is. And that was already suspicious considering the circumstances. The plan was to stop the bigger drug deal from happening, stop distribution and find out why the drugs were made a long with who was behind it. A simple info mission, so the most they could expect is some (ranging to a lot) of broken bones.

[small time skip brought to you by my brain blanking out]

It’s been only a few minutes since Bruce, Dick, and Jason all last checked in with Tim, since they last scoped out their areas and right before Jason was going to complain about the lack of activity and the information probably being wrong a car pulled upon the west side of the building. A couple of goons came out of the car, opened the booth and pulled out some crates and placing them onto the floor.

Jason: I was going to complain about how boring this was but a black Mercedes G class jus pulled up with the suspecting drugs.

Dick: Suspecting drugs?

Jason: Yes. Suspecting drugs. Because I don’t know if they actually have said drugs…dick. Dick: Do you really have to say my name like it is an insult? Jason: Yeah…dick. Batman: Red hood, how many are there? Jason: About six or seven… I can take them down myself no need for you to come join me. Batman: Do it and report what you find.

Tim: Switching over to your cam. Jason: Why do you have to do that? Tim: I am bored down here in the cave. And just like that Jason comes out of the wherever he was hiding at with a whistle alerting said goons.

Goon 1: Oi! It’s the Red hood! Goon 2: Let’s get him!

And as if on cue, four of the goons were rushing at Jason with brass knuckles, baseball bats and metal pipes (where the pipes spawn from? He does not know, ask the author) and swung their weapons, aiming various points of his body. But unfortunately for them, this fight would not be easy nor is it winnable.

Jason started by pulling out his gun, using the back part of the gun (the grip & hammer??) and slammed it into the first goons jaw like an upper cut causing goon one to stumble backwards and clutch his jaw. Goon 2 and 3 both ran up on opposite sides with a pipe and a baseball bat aiming for his chest and the back of his knees.

Jason takes a step to his left and throws his knees into the goon that was aiming for his knees. Knocking the good down to the ground and the one aiming for his head missed and stumbled forwards.

He then aimed his gun at the ground and shot a rubber bullet, watching it bounce up and hit the guts of the goon with the brass knuckles, who was just getting back into the fight, back down.

Turing around Jason used the bottom of his gun and slam it into the temple of the goon who missed his head earlier.

Two more goons run up with brass knuckles (with spikes on this time), one aimed for the upper torso area while the other aimed for the gut/lower torso. Jason shifts slightly to the side to avoid the lower one’s punch while pulling back his fist to punch the other square in the face. But just when the punch was about to land, the two goons suddenly swapped their positions. Goon 4, moved upwards and landed a punch on near the base of Jason’s neck while Goon 5 aimed for the gut area. Both of the goons successfully landing the punches they originally intended to throw and drawing blood. The impact of the punches caused Jason to stumble back a bit to regain his footing. And in that brief moment, goon 4 attempts to land another punch on Jason, but this time actually aiming for his gut. But the goon was not quite as quick as he thought he was as Jason grabbed the arm the goon was going to punch with and immediately elbowed him in the jugular – causing goon 4 to go limp onto the ground.

Goon 5 was about to throw another punch as well when Jason had his back turned but oh well, Jason turned around and used his helmet and slammed it into goon 5’s skull, causing that goon to go limp as well.

After five of the goons were now on the floor Jason slowly turned to face the goon that was shaking near the car door. And in a few quick strides he stood face to face with goon 6 who looked like he basically peed his pants (probs first day on the job) and grabbed his shirt pulling him closer.

Goon 6: P-please don’t kill me. Jason: Then tell me who do you work for. Goon 6: W-who I work f-for? Jason: Yes. Tell me who you work for and why do you have a shipment of the new drugs curculating in Gotham. Goon 6: W-we d-don’t h-have t-the drugs! We were just ordered to bring the alcohol through the back. And we are only goons for hire. Jason: What the fuck is goons for hire?

Goon 6: We get hired to do task the person who hires us does not want their actual goons doing. We don’t ask questions just do the job that pays as and get our money. It is a side hustle because the rent is going up. Jason: Then who the fuck hired you? Goon 6: W-we don’t get that information. The hires use a name that isn’t linked to their actual name or the name they go by. Jason: Check the crates. Goon 6: W-what?

Jason: Not you. Him. Jason nods his head to the side to the person in the shadows behind him which turned out to be nightwing. Nightwing walks up the first crate open it and looks inside, removing the straw stuffing. Nightwing: He seems to be telling the truth. Goon 6: HOW LONG WHAT HE THEIR FOR!? Jason: Shut up. Jason knocks the goon out with one punch and lets him drop onto the ground. Dick: Wow, you could give him a nose job with that punch. Jason: Would you like to be my next client? Dick: Nah. I am perfect already. Tim: But you can do with some rework. That grave was not nice to you. Jason: Oh, shut up. Why do you decide to speak now? Tim: I was doing a sweep looking for the warehouse plans and turns out there is an underground tunnel network that leads to the docks from here and it seems like there have been people down there for a while now. So, the goons you wasted your time on where just a distraction.

Jason: And you decided to tell me this now?

Tim: Free will. And you never asked. Jason: I am going to get you sick and watch your body fight off the infection with no spleen. Tim: And this is why I’m the better Robin. Dick: You two stop fighting. Let’s just tie up these guys and make our way into the tunnels. Now Robin, is there an entrance near by. Tim: Yes, I will send the coordinates. And heads up, B is already there waiting for the two of you. Jason: Of course, he is. Dick: Alright. And Jason…your neck has a little blood. Dick passes Jason an alcohol wipe and a small plaster to cover the puncture wound left behind. Tim: Hey Jason, you should change your name from Red Hood to Red Neck. Jason: I swear to god Tim, I will shoot you.

Jason grumbles out and he fixes up his neck and follows Dick to the entrance of the tunnels.

[name]

In the warehouse, it was way more packed than it would be on your average day. Some random person ways blasting music from some speaker while slumped over some random pillar. Another doing coke with a couple of others fighting over who gets to do the next line. You did a couple but then got shoved aside because someone more desperate than you wanted to have a line.

So now here you are, just kinda existing in the current room you are in, drinking someone else’s liquor bottle that they left unattended (they will never notice that the bottle missing). You are sure that there was something mixed in because you see powder sticking to the rim of the bottle. But you don’t care about what the bottle is mixed with. You only care about if you can forget your own thoughts and just pretend you are a caucus somewhere.

You take another swig from the bottle and wince at the burning sensation going down your throat and the warmth growing in your chest. You since been used to that feeling where the inside of your body feels like a radiator. It’s weird to say but that warmth…it’s weirdly comforting and not the the whole the ‘the feeling you get when someone shows their care about you’ way but the ‘you are actively destroying you life and this is you only comfort’ way and as sad as it is you are okay with that.

You keep drinking from the bottle until it’s basically empty, shaking it above your mouth in hopes for another shot to magically fall into your mouth. But when that doesn’t you just throw the bottle in some random direction and leaned against what ever wall or pillar was next to you.

You leaned down the side of whatever you were leaning on and slowly slid down to the floor. Just closing your eyes until you have the will power to get up and look for something else to do. You only had a couple minutes of peace until some random dressed in a hoodie with a few strands a grease filled hair poking out from the hood started shaking you to get your attention.

“What!” You exclaimed, annoyed that someone is bothering you right now.

“Do you wanna try these?” Holds up a small cluster of blue round pills in the palm of his hand.

“What?” You responded back. You’re still in a daze from the spiked alcohol clouding your mind.

“Do you wanna try these? You look like you should try them.” The weirdo in-front of you, waving the pils he still has in his hand.

You squint at him briefly before looking down at his hand and seeing the pills before making eye contact with his forehead again. “What does it do?” You questioned, but in reality, you did not even care, you just tried to sound like you are interested so he can leave you alone.

“Makes you forget everything in this world and makes you ascend to a new plain.” He explained. His explanation was vague but the answer he gave did interest you. Ascending to a new plain sound too good to be true (🐺 : it is lil bro) but who cares really?

“Huh?”

“I said that it takes you to another-“

“I heard you! Will you leave me alone if I take it…?” ( 🐺: wow full of bad decisions… who to blame (me lol I’m writing this))

“Yeah I will, I will even throw in this bottle of jack if you want.” The way he speaks of off putting but you don’t really know or care about trivial things like that. You get a cluster pills that is supposed to to wonders for an addict like yourself and a whole bottle of jack? Yes, you took that deal with no questions.

So, you held up you hand and the hoodie guy just poured the pile in, and with no hesitation, you threw the pills into your mouth. The guy in-font of you smiled and his shoulders dropped slightly but you didn’t see that, you just took the bottle of jack he had, and used it to wash down the pills. After that he stood up fully and walked away after mumbling something about seeing you on the other side. You didn’t really pay much attention to that as you stood up and continued wondering around the building aimlessly with a new bottle in hand.

At the entrance of three tunnels that supposedly go under the warehouse, Jason, and Dick were looking around for a 6ft man dressed as a bat who was supposed to be waiting for them at the entrance.

“Where is he? You said that he would be at the entrance.” Jason questioned into the comms line to Tim.

“Umm actually, I said that he is waiting for you. Not that he was AT the entrance waiting for you.” Tim corrected as he mindlessly scrolled through his phone back at the cave.

“THAT IS THE- never mind where is he then?”

“Inside. Looking at his body cam there doesn’t seem to be many goons there.”

“So, I guess we are heading in now. Tim, keep monitoring the area both in the tunnels and the surrounding area.” Dick instructed as he walked into the tunnels with Jason following a few steps after.

[ another small time skip… brought to you both Jason and dick walking through the tunnels with occasional shower thoughts from Tim ]

“That tunnel is unnecessary long if you ask me.” Jason complained as both him and dick turned the last corner of the tunnel (🐺 : SECRET TUNNEL SECRET TUNNLE!) and finally ended up in the big cavern where goons were sorting out minor drug shipments and other things and B in a random corner above everything, watching trough the shadows.

“We don’t ask you much Jason…” Tim responded following up with an annoying slurp of tea that Alfred gave him much earlier.

“Tim, now is not the time for this.” Dick warned, even though he did enjoy watching his two younger brother banter with each other like this. “Can you locate B?”

“Yeah, his is in that really dark corner diagonal above you.” Tim pointed out, followed with a less obnoxious slurp of tea that he only did to annoy the revived vigilante.

“Has anyone told him that standing in a dark corner doesn’t make him cool?” Jason questioned as he looked over to where B was standing like he was one with the shadows.

“Wonder Woman has once.” Dick answered as he also looked up in the direction Tim specified.

“Goated.” Jason responded with ask he makes his way to the left side of the cave, checking out the nearby cargo. Dick doing the same but, on the right, side.

“Robin report.” Bruce suddenly ordered on the comms. All the bat kids got used to him just randomly speaking on the comm lines on night like this where banter between the kids are the most ‘eventful’ part of the night.

“There are about 30 goons split off to managing different task on the crates you see in-front of you. Black mask in nowhere in site, I fact he is not even in Gotham tonight, so it is just his goons working right now. There is a total 25 crates in the area you are currently scoping out. 15 of the crates contain guns, and the last ten have different drugs in them. Five containing your standard hard drugs like cocaine and carfentanyl and the other five have the new drug GZB which should be renamed to HZB because the G for gear is heroin.” Tim reported just like he was ordered to after he finishes analysing what he is seeing through Bruce’s body cam.

“Hum..” Bruce responds with after taking in all that.

“Dibs on the guns. Oh, and the crates I looked through are all empty.” Jason added after searching through all the creates on the left side.

“Same here…just a fuzzy sandwich and a fork.” Dick also added grimacing over the sandwich that has clearly seen better days.

“So now we have seen and analysed everything…” Tim started. “Can you now actually get to something entertaining; my popcorn is getting cold.”

Soon after that, Bruce emerged from the shadows and jumped down to the bottom of the cave with dick following moments after. Jason staying a level above them to provide the both of them coverage.

Once Bruce landed his cape made a shuttle noise that attracted the attention of the goons.

Penelope: OMG ITS BATMAN! (🐺 :maya winky asmr for the win bro)

Once that was yelled that officially got all the goons attention, and like the always do, the goons took charge and whipped out guns that they randomly had strapped on themselves and started shooting at both the dark night and the acrobat. Bruce dogging the bullets pulled out his batarangs and thrown them successfully taking out two shooters. While Dick, flips towards one of the shooters and uses his escrima sticks to knock the gun out the hand of one shooter and knock out the other shooter that was standing right next to the first.

[ insert the rest of the fight scene because I am too lazy to write another one ]

It’s been a hot minute (like 6 – 7) since you swallowed the the pills that strange greasy guy gave you and you are pretty sure you are hallucinating or blacking out. Sometimes you would see black spots across your vision and other times you would see a familiar figure (one you cannot place) lurking in the corner of your peripheral vision if you are able to focus on something long enough for it to form. Your limbs are really sluggish, like you were trying to move in molasses. You have already bumped it to a wall and other objects (including people occasionally) multiple times when you where just wondering about the place.

It took you a lot longer, but you managed to end up in some sort of toilets. Well, it is the toilets and you would be a little bit surprised about the fact that you actually found an empty room if it wasn’t for the fact that the fuzzy feeling you were experiencing was getting stronger and you had a harder time controlling the speed your limbs were moving at. Your breathing was a little irregular and every noise just sounds like you are 45ft under water surrounded by sponges. You could not make sense with anything, but you are not that alarmed by it. Are you actively communicating with someone at that very moment? No, you weren’t so you take another drink from the liquor bottle you were given not that long ago.

Narrowly missing the broken urinal, you tripped on a broken tile and ‘landed’ against a wall. You rested against the wall as you felt your legs getting a bit weak after tripping and you are conscious enough to rest a bit until it felt right to move again.

[Five minutes and 1/3 of a bottle later…]

You figure it was time to try and start moving again after a couple minutes of being and awkward slumped sack against the tile wall. You weren’t really putting much attention to how your body was currently moving (not that you would be able to control your body anyway). Your entire body felt it was trapped in mouldy molasses and everything seemed to move in slow motion. So, when you did manage to push yourself from the wall, you almost stumbled across the room nearly landing against the toilet stall door.

After a couple seconds of standing still you decided to take another drink (🐺: this has to be some never-ending bottle of liquor bro). But just as you where drinking from the bottle two men burst out of the toilet stall falling down onto the floor in the process but that doesn’t matter. They seem to have genuine fear scratched into their faces as the scramble their way to stand and escaping the toilets. As the ran past you one of the two men shoved you hard out of the way, causing you to slam into the broken urinal onto the floor. Surprisingly, even though your body felt ready fuzzy and feeling things was not something you noticed, that pain shot through you as your hip makes contact with the urinal, and you fall down to your knees. You actually felt that in the sense that you were not high at all.

The two men are long him now so now you just stay ground down on the floor unbothered to move because everything now feels you heavy to move. Your bottle had fallen to the ground and shattered when that man shaved you away and there is probably a couple of glass shards logged into your body when you fell down. But that doesn’t matter, you can pull them out yourself if you get back to the manor.

You feel the need to take a deep breath, but right when you do that, you feel bile rush out indeed and you vomit. You throw up whatever food you had that day, the toast in the morning, the snack you had in your room that day, the alcohol. Everything. It was a chunky smooth mess that you thought would be over with just one round of throw up. But for some reason, it doesn’t stop there. You keep vomiting in your position. Your body still to heavy to move for you to at least try change your position. You just keep vomiting. Eventually its just stomach acid with some blood mixed in. With that a cold chill rushed through your spine as you finally lost consciousness and blacked out, wishing you could have one more sip before you eventually die.

Jason and Dick were both tying up the last of the goons while Bruce was looking through the crates with the drugs and looking though login journals to see if there was any information the goons are holding back. While making sure that the body cam in his suit was accurately recording the information for later, Bruce finds a book labelled with the word debts and pages upon pages with names and numbers what assumed which was how much the people listed owed them and a additional column with the word ‘Paid’ or ‘Deceased’ but only under some names showing that only some were able to get out of the holes they fell in.

As he closed that book and went to open another Tim’s voice cracked through the coms.

“So, looking back over the footage of the very brutal fight the three of you were in, two goons manage to escape though a tunnel behind Bruce.”

Dick turned his head towards Jason with his brow eased a hand rested on his hip.

“Were you not covering for us? Surely you saw that.”

Jason turned to look at him and mimic the same pose he is seeing right in front of him. “I was also fighting goons too. Besides, they ran behind B, go parent him about being observant or something.”

“Yeah, I agree. B should have known better. Didn’t he train around the world just to have two goons slip past him.” Tim joining invoke conversion and springily siding with Jason for this instead of playing devils' advocate.

“Nightwing, Red hood go get them.” Bruce's bounce cut through the three birds' mini argument about who should take the blame.

With a collective sigh from both Jason and Dick, the two of them both walked towards the tunnel that run directed than that the missing goons ran from.

[ another time skip because they just walking through a tunnel]

As both Dick and Jason push open the door to the exit to the tunnel the smell vomit hits them like a crowbar to the head.

Jason: “Oh my god, what the heck is that smell?”

Dick: “Gosh, I think that is sick and alcohol.”

Jason: “Well that’s expected…” Jason mumbles as he pushes open the toilet stall door and froze in his tracks when he saw you passed out on the floor, covered in your own sick.

Dick pushes past Jason and walks towards you, pulling out a small flashlight and checks your pupils and your pulse. Once he completed third checks, he puts back the flashlight out of where he just pulled it out from and stood up.

“She is alive but barely, pulse of externality weak. She needs medical attention. Now.” Dick reported / urged in that stern voice he does when the situation is too serious for his usual humour to take place.

Tim: “Already on is. Paramedic. Are on router and should be there in 10 minutes. 15 max.”

Jason walking towards your body, kneeling down and moving your head slightly. “Wait… do we know them…?”

Dick: “I don’t…think…so? Tim?”

Tim: “Running a face check. She probably has just one of those faces…”

Jason: “No it’s not that… I am pretty yet I have actively seen her face around. I just can’t fighter out where I know it.”

Tim: “Well we will find up soon enough and put you to rest. The face scan will be done any min-“

Jason: “Fuck you replacement.”

Dick: “Not again. Tim, you were saying?”

Tim: “Hold on I need you double check this… this shouldn’t be correct.”

Jason: “Why? Who comes up in the system?”

Tim: “It’s… (name)!?”

- End of chapter -

ALPHA : *in a deep gravel aura filled voice that gets you omegas slick up in anticipation* I am back.

For now

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Did I change the way I did text half way… yeah bro

Did I lose effort in the end …yeah🫩

Idk how to write fight scenes yall😭😭😭

Bro it’s soooooo fun to make Tim rage bait Jason because it feels soo right like and Jason will fall for it every time. This is how the bond your honour!!!!!!

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YANDERE! BATFAM x DRUG USER/SOBER! READER

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Alpha // HOLLY SHIT IS THIS REAL???? CHAPTER 4 IS OUT?????

TW // mentions of drugs, substance abuse, death, overdose on drugs, declining mental health, drug addiction, addiction, self deprecation, mentions of buying substances, drug deals and Damian😒.

Life was still shit these past couple of weeks, and this time there was an actual cause that wasn’t boredom. It was just that conversation with Adam that got you thinking. Sure, it’s been a couple of weeks (almost a month) since you last saw Adam, but his words still linger in your mind. And not just that, your thoughts afterwards. It left you wondering what your life would be like if your mom were still around. Who would you be? What friends will you make? Would she even look at you the same way after knowing about your addiction? Would she try to help you or just cut contact with you like Adam’s parents did with him? Would you even fall into the addiction…? Probably not because your only reason for being addicted in the first place was the passing of your mom.

These days you doubt that you can amount to anything…your grades are pretty average despite teachers holding you back every lesson trying to get you to apply yourself more in their classes because they think you can do better, in which case you can but you rather spend your nights drinking, smoking and parting than studding because you already made peace with yourself that there is no going back for you. The buzz that has comforted you in your grief has now become your lifeline and you have don’t have any support system to help you if you wanted it. ,any be your mom would be that support…if she was here.

Well ones thing for sure, you would be highly unlikely to have known about your relation with Bruce or have known any of the Bat family that’s for sure.

It’s sad really. He would pull all the stops for everyone else in the family (no matter how emotionally constipated he is) but he couldn’t or wouldn’t even do as much as a glance your way. It just makes you feel like trash because are you not worth the attention for some that’s supposed to be your dad to care for you? You have grown to no longer want a relationship with Bruce. You would be lying saying that doesn’t hurt but it does and it’s shameful to be hurting over someone who wouldn’t care about you….

And that’s what you keep feeling, shame. Shame for the little girl you once were who would beg their mom to tell them anything about what their dad is like. And shame for the current teenage girl who wishes to have even the slightest sliver of attention their so called father showed others. You are honestly pathetic for still hoping. You haven’t done anything to even worth his attention. You are just some drug obsessed teen that lives in the corners of their lives, taking up as little space as possible to avoid any suspicion towards yourself. Not worth the attention, not worth the drama, not even worth the small bags of powder and pills you are collecting from your dealer.

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Jason (The Red hood) has had a hard week. There is a new drug making its rounds in the underbelly of Gotham and frankly, it has gotten people hooked and quick. This is the second person he has found in Crime ally dead by OD and he suspects that is the new drug that is making this happen. He barely knows anything about it. And the report that his is currently weighting only bringing up more questions rather than answers.

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Name of substance: unknown

Distributor of substance: unknown

Known side effects of substance: reports from individuals who know the victims say that the victims have been extremely docile or aggressive showing no in between

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He knows that he should ask Bruce fore some assistance, maybe when he recovers a physical pill he can ask to run a test on what it is made of and what more potential side effects are possible when consumed so he can have a better idea of who is bringing them to Gotham or who is even making them and how to shut them down. Well that’s what Nightwing keeps telling him to do anyways. He just wants to gather more information about this drug first before he just hands it over to Batman. The only other thing he knows is that both the victim’s body have been accustomed to excessive drug use and that’s not much to go on yet. He much rather deal with this on his own because he refuses to allow regular people (or anyone really) to loose a family member by the same jaws of addiction that took his mother. Call it guilt. He still blames himself for not being able to help her, so intend he tries harder to help the people of crime ally and others alike (🐺: … I ain’t saying anything).

So here he was in the pelting rain of Gotham, standing on the rooftop of some building watching/staking out a warehouse where he got a tip that a supposedly drug deal was happening. He recognises this warehouse from seeing those extreme parties being hosted there from time to time. It had only been about 30 minutes of nothing happening and he was considering wrapping up and ending patrol, until he saw a motorcycle pull towards the entrance of said warehouse and the rider parking and getting off and heading inside. This caused him to pay more attention in front of him and less so around him. That was until they made there presence known.

“You need to sharpen your skills Todd. It’s becoming sloppy.” Jason didn’t even bother turning his head around at the mention of his last name, already knowing who was behind him be the formality alone.

“What are you even doing here, demon spawn?” The question came out more annoyed than he wanted to let on but that can’t be fixed. He was hoping he can go through this without one of his brothers interrupting or intruding him but apparently that wont happen tonight.

“Father, is preoccupied with other matters that he does not want me involved in, Grayson is in Blüdhaven, and Drake is with Brown with their own mission.” The small Robbin simply responded with the a matter of fact tone he always had when explaining other people’s schedules.

“That doesn’t cover why you have to bother me specifically. Why not Cassandra?” Jason retorted still wanting to be left alone for this and not have it interfere for any reason. But Damian simply did not acknowledge or answered his question with a verbal response but instead walking up next to Jason and taking the binoculars out of his hands. As a result Jason simply rolled his eyes even though no one saw it because he has that (🐺: big ahh) helmet covering his head.

“What is keeping your attention here, Todd?”

“Potential drug deal of that new drug in Gotham right now. One person already entered the building.”

“Father was hoping to do research on this but when he heard that you were already on the case he decided to leave it with you. Stupid really… he has the better equipment and resources for this sort of thing.”

“Wow… so encouraging…maybe he should take over this case.” Jason responded with sarcasm dripping from every letter. He knows B could easily take over if he actually wanted to, so he is not going to question why he didn’t. I mean he is more than well equipped to do so, but he doesn’t so Jason is not even going to question it and just continue

“Tch.” Damian clearly didn’t like the tone of his response but decided it’s not worth pushing. So he just continued looking through the binoculars just watching.

It’s been a further 4 minutes or so when a man in a black hoodie started walking towards the warehouse. His posture was hunched, hands were in his pocket and he was constantly looking around like he was scared getting caught. The two vigilaties watched as the individual opens the warehouse side door and entered. Once the door was closed behind him Jason straightened up from his leaning position and pulled out his grappling hook preparing to leave his current position and enter the warehouse so he could see what was going on inside.

“You could make the jump.” Damian said as he mimicked Jasons movements while also analysing the distance between the rooftop they were currently on and the roof they were planning to land on.

“They could possibly hear us land and we could risk the possibility of being injured in the process.” Jason responded matter of factly as he angled his grappling hook and launched it (?), leaping off the current roof and landing with minimal noise made. Yeah the rain coved most of the noise but he was already light on his feet because of his training with Bruce and the league despite his heavy boots and his large build.

“We would not have gotten injured from this distance alone.” Damian complained despite him again copping Jason movements and landing where Jason once stood. Jason already making his way to a balcony door and walking in with Damian following not so far behind.

Inside instead of seeing the two individuals, they saw about a small handful of people in the building. Some were on the ground probably sleeping while others were either hunched over or doing lines on random surfaces. Jason spotted the two individuals he saw enter the building near one of the walls towards the back. He swiftly made way to where they were, making sure he did not bring attention to himself. And Damian followed shortly after.

“Tch. It’s a drug den in here…” Damian muttered as he looked around the area he was in. The scowl he had carved on his face deepening as he saw the amount of drugs present in the room alone. Jason ignored his little brother’s complaints and just focused on the objective. Once the two of them were above the two dealers the started eavesdropping on their conversation.

“Common bro why do I have to test this stuff!?” The guy hoodie questioned. It was very obvious that he was nervous or scared about what ever they were discussing.

“Because they need someone to test it and you were my second choice.” A guy in baggy dark wash jeans a plaint shirt, a leather coat and a mask covering half his face responded in almost an almost deadpanned way, like the conversation has happened multiple times before.

“Who was your first…?” The first guy (🐺: I’m calling him guy a I’m tired.) questioned.

“Some random guy. But he disappeared and decided to go clean. Family stuff. He has no debt with me so you are the next best choice.” Guy B responded with the same tone he was using earlier like it was default for him.

“Can you not find someone else…? Like two people already died from it?” Guy A questioned again. His fear was becoming more evident with each word spoken. The mentions of those deaths caught Jason’s attention. Now confirming that the tip he has gotten was actually right it was starting to be more worth is being out patrolling in the cold, wet rain.

“Listen bud. You owe me big time. I have covered your ass more times than I could count. So, I want you to take these pills and be alive enough so you can report back to me about your experience taking this. Endless, you want to pay me back in cash... You don’t even have anywhere near the amount of money you owe me. And frankly you don’t want me to even mention the other options I could do to you.” Guy B responded. His tone becoming more evident that the conversation is beginning to wear him thin with annoyance to the point it might be replace with anger. “So take these pills and do what I say.” Guy B shoved the pills in Guy A’s hand and whispered in his ear what the two vigilantes assumed was more threats before Guy B started to walk away into and office room in the warehouse for whatever reason.

“We need to get that pill for analysis…” Damian muttered intently staring at the guy in the hoodie who was just holding the small bag of pills with shaking hands before the guy shoved the little bag in his pocket and B walking towards the exit of the warehouse.

“I know that spawn.” Jason retorted as he stood up and made way to leave through the same point he entered. “I am just going to corner the guy and take the drugs he has and you are going to threaten the guy in there for whatever information about any up coming shipment or distribution.” Jason didn’t give enough time for Damian to respond when he was already out the door and back into the pelting rain which somehow got worse with the few moments the spent inside.

Jason proceeds to jump down the balcony and land on the ground with minimal strain on his knees. After standing up he speed walks off in the direction of an alley he last saw the hoodie guy walk off to. A few moments into the alley he manages to corner the guy (who was just crouching on the floor with his head in his hands) at a random dead end. Blocking off the only entrance and exit preventing any escape.

“What do you got there?” Jason asked in his voice that he uses for red hood. Only an octave deeper and more gravel sounding. His voice alone stunned the guy resulting in screams about not wanting to die and be added to his bag of heads.

“I’m not going to kill you…” his voice was meant to be reassuring but it sounded more like an empty promise than anything. “I just want to have those pills in your pocket.”

“Y-you can’t have them…he is going to kill anyone close to me if I don’t to what he said..” The man complained his body have a shake only fear can induce on a person. “I just wanted to be clean so I can see my family again…b-but I’m too far deep. I have no way of clearing my debts and if I don’t what he says he is going to go after my children.”

“I can reassure you he wouldn’t even be able to do that if I have to get involved.” Jason reassure his voice having more of a comfort to them as he started to approach the guy. “I just need at least one or two of those pills to know what is in them so I can know who is making and distributing them in Gotham. Once I know that I will make sure your family is safe.”

“You promise? That you will make sure my family is safe?”

“On my life.” Jason said with a smile that no one could see because of his mask but he position his right hand over his left side where his heart was positioned offering more of a comfort to the guy. Said guy seemed to take it well and put his hands in his pocket, pulling off the drugs and handing them off to the Red Hood. Jason took the drugs and placed them in his pocket. After doing so he patted the guys back told him to get some shelter and walked out of the alleyway, heading back to Damian.

Once back at the location of the warehouse, Damian stood there with his arms crossed standing under some ledge that was blocking him from the downpour of the rain. His scowl deepening when Jason finally came into view.

“Todd, your timing needs to be worked on.” Damian complained, mostly in result of being basically being soaked to the bone if the Robbin suit wasn’t waterproof.

“Nah, I didn’t take that long. Besides you’re fine- just need a warm shower.”

“Tch.”

“Did you get the information.”

“Of course I did.” Damian tilted his head slightly to the side, almost as if he were offended that Jason would even think he didn’t do his job correctly. “The drugs are called GZB, and they are a modified version of 3 drugs mixed into one, though he didn’t specify what drugs. Unfortunately, he does not know who makes these drugs. He said that he received a supply from Black Mask and was told to distribute it to people who would serve as ‘test subjects’ and report to him regarding the side effects. The drugs are also being given out to multiple other drug dealers, and they are planning to distribute them at an upcoming ’D-party’ where the Black Mask will be present. Did you get the pills?”

“A full bag of them. I will be handing these over to B to analyse them.”

“Good choice. Now let’s go, I have important plans later with Jon.”

“Yeah yeah. I heard you demon spawn. But, I’m getting Batburger before heading home. You comming?” Jason asked before whipping out his grappling hook and lunching it at the roof of a near by building, leaving the area.

“Tch.” Damian tutted before pulling out his own grappling hook and following Jason. Both brothers ending a surprisingly peaceful night compared to the usual problems they face. Even though neither of them say it they are appreciative of the other’s presence for how long they have known the other.

ALPHA // the beginning was ass i literally didn’t know how to start this shii

Short chapter but who is going to fight me on that

I also watched superman and LET ME HAVE CLARK BROOOOOO‼️‼️‼️‼️ I WANNA TURN HIM INTO MY BREADING TOY PLEASE 😭

Also my irl friend found me (we are mutuals on here (but that doesn’t matter how dare they)) and started quoting my own cringy work to me *que screeches as I bang my head into the wall*

So I’m quitting :) I can’t handle this embarrassment anymore every one can blame them in the comments

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[23xfgg]

YANDERE! BATFAM x DRUG USER/SOBER! READER

Ch. 1 <- (Ch.4)

(Ch. 2) (Ch. 5)

(Ch. 3) (Ch. 6)

(Ch. 3.o5)

AN// Fist time writing something like this so excuse the grammar errors and the lack of sense :))))

I also image the reader to be a black fem!reader but race or gender isn’t mention I just wanted them to be black

Also TW// death, drugs, depression, self harm

As always, the reader watched their mom die at a very young age and since then their whole view on the world changed for the worst. They were given to their biological father who is surprise (not really) Bruce Wayne. Being practically shoved into custody of a man you don’t know while still grieving your mother, it was only normal that the both of didn’t exactly click when you first stepped into that manor. But you still tried to get to know the now only parent you have in your life but unfortunately that wasn’t reciprocated.

Every time you tried you tried to talk to him he always had some excuse regarding his other kids or he was busy with work. You even tried getting along with your other siblings (Dick, Jason, Tim and Damian) but they always had something going on (Dick and Jason) or straight up didn’t want anything to do with you (Tim and Damian). Despite all of that you tried bonding with them again and again until one day where they missed your birthday for then nth time. You finally realised that they were never going to see you as their sibling so you just gave up.

You pulled away from them realising that there was truly no one left after your mom died. The grief and depression consuming you as you just wanted things to go back to normal, before your mom died, when it was just the two of you in your apartment in Gotham. You needed an escape something to make you forget about the pain even if it was temporary.

Cutting yourself was your first choice a you did try it briefly. But that just made you feel worse. The pain was brief with little no to relief and having to see your body covered in those cuts just made the depression worse. Choosing to make sure you body was covered until those scars were somewhat faded. Not like anyone would notice… you are basically a shadow of a background character in this manor.

Your next choice was trying new hobbies but you didn’t feel like socialising with new people. I mean if you can’t get your own family to take notice in your existence, how can you with the random individuals of Gotham.

Now this choice wasn’t exactly the smartest but you realistically had nothing to lose, so you went down som random alleyway in Gotham trying to find something interesting to do as the rest of the “family” was out running and flipping across rooftops doing god knows what. One small passage way into another you you stumbled across a group of people across different ages popping pills, drinking, smoking and whatnot.

Seeing all of this happening, you decided to leave not wanting to ruin their parade. But one of the guys smoking saw you and asked if you wanted to try some, not caring that you don’t exactly look the age to be doing substances. He saw that you looked troubled and he just wanted to offer you something to help take some of that trouble away.

He saw you…like actually see you. He wasn’t looking past you like your “family” did he just looked at you, giving you more attention than that you ever gotten since your mom died. Maybe with the attention plus the grief and depression convinced you that nothing bad was going to happen.

So you took the joint out of his hand, put it in your mouth and smoked it. Taking the edge off and making you feel a little better with your current situation and mental state.

This is just ment to be an outline chapter or like chapter one depends on how I feel about creating more chapters to go along side this one.

I hope you enjoyed reading this (you better lol)

And umm…see you next time 👋

[23xfgg]

BATFAM x EXTREME PARTY GIRL READER

Part 2

No invite. No entry. Sorry not sorry. 🩷

She threw the best parties in Gotham. Secluded, wild and a night to remember. Never once has a party been lacking that fun that kept the youth talking. Teens form high class backgrounds to even regular people will join just to have a night to remember.

With Bruce’s money she has no limits for what the party could be the press didn’t call her Brucie Wayne’s child for nothing. She took his persona ran it to the moon and back, reshaping it into her glittering hyper self.

There have been a couple of times where you almost gotten caught either by the police or Gotham’s vigilante party. But you always cover any tracks showing illegal substances or any underage drinking that did happen.

The Batfam honestly just thinks that you are just someone who wants to be left alone to your own devices when Gothams cameras aren’t on you and never knew of your true personality or the times you often plan elaborate underground parties or raves and sneak out to host said events. Not like they will ever know.

The day they did find out was completely random. You were in the kitchen doing some random school easy when your phone rang with one or the dealers numbers flashing across the screen. You grabbed your phone and left to the garden hoping no one was there to listen in on the call - forgetting to close your laptop. A little bit after you left duke enters needing to complete an essay for school. Seeing your laptop he thought that you wouldn’t mind if he saves your work and opens a new one since you were nowhere to be found. But in doing so he accidentally closed the document and came face to face with your instagram page. Colour lights, crowds, music drinks and drugs. All posted about on your page with your latest post hold ing information to the newest party you are hosting that same evening. He was just in shock staring at the page when Dick and Bruce walks up behind him. Dick gasping when he saw the page. Thinking is was just a fake page or a fan account he decided to look the account up himself only to find out that he is blocked.

At this moment you walk back in seeing both Bruce, Dick and Duke around your laptop like it’s some strange thing and before you can get a word in Dick asked you “Little Bird what is this?”

Walking around the counter to see what go him worked up jut to see your instagram page. “It’s my instagram page….” you responded nonchalantly realising that there is no point hiding it no more now that they found it. Your response causing Bruce’s seeming permanent frown to deepen more as he asked “Then why can’t we find it” gesturing to Dicks phone where it says ‘account not found’.

“Because…I blocked everyone…duh…” you said as its the most simplistic response grabbing your laptop as you pack up to return back into your room when Bruce stops you with one sentence “You’re grounded.”

“What…?” Your eyes widened as you registered the words spoken to you.

“You’re grounded.” Bruce repeated . “One other your brothers will be with you through out the day and when its time to patrol you will be with Alfred in the bat cave helping out with provinding information.”

“But you can’t do that!” You argued. “I have friends, plans, A SOCIAL LIFE! I can’t be cooped up in a cave 24/7!”

“You can do all the stuff you want in reason but your brothers will be with you making sure you don’t do anything reckless or stupid.” Bruce argued back asserting dominance (wannabe alpha)

“And you unblock us.” Dick inserts earning a look from every one in the room where he just sheepishly smiles in response.

“Ugh whatever.” You mumble as you walk out the room past the rest of the batfamily mumbling how they just can’t ignore you like they have done to you these past years.

ALPHA // lil siumthing before I go back to writing drug addict/sober reader (I’m only 2 paragraphs in)

THIS WILL BE REWRITTEN SOME DAY I JUST WANTED TO PUT SOMETHING OUT BWE BWE NOEWW 🩷🤌🤌🤌

ALPHA OUT🐺🐺🐺

(ddg as the ao oni)

[23xfgg]

Batfam x Dancer! Reader

You have always loved dancing. The emotion, the power, the expression—it is what pulls you in and keeps you in a trance, and it pulls others into yours.

You always strived to be the best in her classes, not to get the attention of your family, but to have others feel what you feel when you watch others dance. You won local competitions and even the state.

You will post her own dances on social media from time to time just for the fun of it. Using your mother’s last name so no one ties you to the Waynes. You had a few viral videos, but nothing major, until your friends helped you record a dance video to Beyoncé’s Sweet Dreams.

The production was simple: there were five of you in total. Two handled the recording, and the other three danced. You had been building/practising the choreography for weeks, using the practice room at the manor when Cassandra was absent and practising wherever feasible.

The night of the recording, the manor was empty for the usual patrol. So you packed your bags with your dance clothes and left through the front door, not caring that whoever reviewed the camera footage would see you taking your leave.

When you meet up with your friends at the abandoned car park, they set up their cameras and do final run-throughs in their costumes. One offered their car for you to change into, and you did. Climbing into the back and changing into the clothes you picked for the video (🐺: you can imagine whatever).

During the recording, it started to rain before the first chorus, but neither you nor your other friends stopped dancing or recording. It felt like it was meant to be, and it did work when five of you all looked back over the footage. Surprisingly, it only took one take, and it looked perfect—the energy, the scenery, everything.

Once your friend who recorded everything finished editing the video, you reviewed it, posted it on YouTube at 3am, and went to sleep. Unbeknownst to what’s about to come.

When you woke up ( it was quite late because it was the weekend) you found out that the video when viral. Not your regular 900k views viral but the 2.5 MILLION viral. So many people where praising you and your friends skill and even some people where even making covers to your choreo on apps like TikTok. You were so happy for you and your friends that you sent them screenshots of the view count with a bunch of emojis (‼️). They responded with the classic brainrot before sending edits they have frond of you in said video which got you to be a little embarrassed and turned your phone off. After all that you decided to shower and get ready for what’s left of the day.

🦇

It started with Tim. He was hanging out with Conner and Bart (Impulse). Tim focused on a case that didn’t make sense to him while Conner and Bart were chilling behind him on their phones. It was quiet until Bart broke the silence with a question that was arguably against bro code.

“Hey Tim, can I date your sister?” Bart questioned, fully expecting a batarang thrown at him for even asking something like that in the first place. But he would be one with that, as the last thing he would have seen was an edit of you he had been playing for the past 5 minutes.

“You are not Cass’s type. And isn’t that against the bro code, as she is Conner’s ex?” Tim responded, his attention still on the case files in front of him, not really registering what was being said. Well, the last bit definitely got Conner’s attention, which caused him to lean over to see whatever Bart was watching, which made him want to ask something like that.

“Nah, not Cassandra… [Name].”Bart corrected while finally scrolling past one edit of you to the next, ignoring Conner and Tim’s raised brows in confusion. Tim put away the case and took a proper look at the speedster.

“…what..?” Tim and Conner both question, confusion so etched into their voices, you can hear their furrowed brows.

“Can I date [Name]? I get it if you say no because she is your sister.” Bart repeated his question, only putting down his phone and looking at Tim directly.

“Why would you want to do that…?” Conner asked, completely confused about where this was going.

“Have you not seen the video of her dancing on YouTube yet? She looks so hot, I’m jealous of whoever gets to date her.” Bart explained while opening YouTube on his phone and showing Conner and Tim your Sweet Dreams dance. After Conner and Tim both watched the video in shock, Conner responded with a sly comment about how you would probably prefer him for whatever reason. While the two were arguing, Tim had a sudden wave of possessiveness over him.

“Send that to me…now,” Tim responded, his voice suddenly having this cold underlayer that sent shivers down both the speedster and the Kryptonian’s spine. Bart didn’t even respond just sent the YouTube video link to Tim who then sent it to the Batfamily group chant with a small spam of question marks and watched as the group exploded into questions aimed at you (but you don’t respond because you are not in the group) about when did you make this, how long you have been dancing, how comes they never knew, etc…

Once Barbara points out that you are not even in the group, they all make plans to confront you later during dinner. Meanwhile, Tim actively researches your dance background, collecting all your achievements and putting them in a sheared folder with the batfam. The more he finds, the more the realisation sets in that they all basically ignored you.

🦇

It was now a forced family dinner, with the ‘family’; there was just an awkward silence over the table. Metal scraping on ceramic plates and gulps of water that sounded too loud. You were counting down the time until it was acceptable for you to be excused to your room. That was until Cassandra broke the silence.

“We saw your video. We didn’t know you danced.” It was supposed to sound like a question, but it came off more like someone observing their lab rat, and it just made you cringe.

“Why would you? I never mention it.” Your response was too cold, too closed off, and probably ringing alarm bells in their heads. And you just kept your head down and poked at the asparagus with your fork. Suddenly interested in that specific shade of green, like you are figuring out the hex code.

“You still could have told us…” Dick reasoned, “We would love to see you dance.”

“Maybe in more appropriate places…” Bruce continued with that fatherly tone he always saved for the others “, your most recent video was a bit inappropriate.”

“I was appropriately dressed and of age… the only ‘inappropriate’ thing that happened was my shirt becoming see-through in the rain.” You retorted, finally looking up from your vegetables, making eye contact with Bruce.

“Even so, it still reflects poorly on the Wayne name. It should be taken down.” Damian said it in that matter-of-fact tone, leaving no room for disagreement.

“I go by [Last name], not Wayne, so it technically doesn’t negatively affect the Wayne name since there is no connection in the first place. And besides, the video is doing well, why should I take it down?”. You responded, glaring at Damian while waiting for him to have one of his ‘I’m better than you’ responses. Before Damian could open his mouth, your phone lit up with a message from one of your friends. You grabbed your phone and retreated to your room, not wanting to be in the same room as them anymore.

Everyone left the table, exchanging looks and telling each other that this was not over. They decided that you are not safe on the internet with stalkers and other people unworthy of seeing your talent, so they should keep you hidden for their sake.

🦇

Cassandra is now there when you have dance practice, whether inside the manor or at an actual dance studio. She claims that since both of you love dancing, it would be easier for you to hang out. You can watch her ballet session, and she can watch your dance sessions. She would even ask you to teach her some moves so you can spend more time together.

Tim watches all your competition videos on repeat. Whenever you have a competition coming up that you don’t tell the family about, he does extensive research on anyone you will come up against and blackmails them to do terribly at the competition. Hence, you have a better chance of winning. And if they refuse, he sends Jason to injure them enough that they can’t compete personally. He also threatens Conner and Bart to stay away from you for your safety.

Damian, whenever you are not with Cassandra or anyone of importance (in his perspective), he will walk up to you and drag you to the practice room in the manor, demanding that you dance for him. He gets annoyed when you refuse, but he wouldn’t do anything in retaliation. But when John mentioned having a puppy crush on you, he said he would whip out a kryptonite katana to stab him. The same goes for Conner.

Jason: As mentioned, with time, he will harm anyone who doesn’t take Tim’s blackmail. A couple of broken bones here, an injured ACL there, whatever stops them from going up against you. He will stop if you ask him to, but only briefly because he wants to see you win. Jason also monitors whenever you are out with friends at night now. It’s becoming impossible to sneak out because once you are five steps away from the manor, he is next to you, bombarding you with questions, and if you don’t answer them quickly enough, you will be taken back inside.

Dick monitors your dance schedule like crazy, making sure you don’t overwork yourself and making sure that you do not dance to anything too mature. He is like the UK online safety act (😒). He will go through your dance playlist and remove any song that he considers inappropriate. In the end, you are probably left with Baby Shark. What the hell are you going to do with that?

Bruce: Whenever you have a competition coming up that you don’t tell the family about, he buys tickets for the entire Bat family to watch you. He has a video camera already zoomed in on your frame, so he wouldn’t miss a single thing. You look so much like your late mother on stage that he wants to preserve it—have it engraved on the film and his mind forever.

And all because you decide to dance in the rain….

Alpha // omegas…we need to talk and I’m serious

Yes I did say I would quit be I am like papa I lie 💔💔

And also

WHERE THE LIVING FUCK DID ALL OF YOU COME FROM???????? LIKE IM ACTUALLY SO CONFUSED AND GREATFULL FOR EACH AND EVERYONE OF YALL‼️‼️‼️‼️

THE PACK IS GROWING AND SOO WE WILL TAKE OVER THE WOLD ‼️‼️‼️‼️

I love you all my little Omegas 🩷 make sure you are well rested and hydrated for your Alpha😼🐺🐺🐺‼️‼️‼️‼️

BY BYE NOWWWWW

*howls and runs into the woods*

Yes ik this post was ass but I’m tired

[23xfgg]

Don’t know if you’re OK with writing male readers if not could you do just gender neutral then? My idea was kind of like this dimensions one and only Spider-Man, but punk spider in Gotham city match perfectly with the vibes, (I just like the edginess and aesthetic.)

BATFAM X SPIDER PUNK! READER 🇬🇧

🐺: rrrrhhhaaaa faaaam you be cheffing it up with the suggestions innit !?

Now you man I’m gonna TRYYY make your suggestion come to fruition yeah? I’m gonna try my BEST for you man. Don’t roast me in the comments if it’s a fail?

Okay bossman?

(I’m actually from England and this is how we all speak)

Spider-punk!reader has always been a thorn in authority’s side. Police, politicians, the military if he ever came across them and even the big ol’ bat. They could all take one up the arse for all he cares for.

You often spend your time protesting, helping out with the underground bands with their sound systems and helping out with the community.

You are pretty sure with the amount of times you have been arrested for protesting that the Gotham Police Department know you on a first name basis and the Cells should be considered your second home with how frequently you stay the night.

You know that because your father is Bruce Wayne and he genuinely cares about the people in Gotham and he constantly puts money back into the community. But you just can’t accept him. Maybe it’s because he as Batman swore to get right of crime in Gotham but in all his years of going on patrol and constantly fighting villains and nothing has changed made you doubt if he can even do anything.

So instead you work directly with the community in any way you can. And with your access to unlimited funds (thank you Bruce Wayne) you directly fund the worst areas of Gotham. Giving them food during inflation providing help throughout their households with things like odd jobs around the house and help tutoring kids when needed. And when winter comes around you get a bunch of winter coats and hand them out to families that need them (which is almost everyone because Gotham gets cold as fuck in the winter).

And during those same winter months you help out at various shelters volunteering and helping out anyway you can. And that hasn’t changed since you got bitten.

-

Spider-punk!reader got bitten when they were at an underground band concert. You were having fun in the crowd that you didn’t noticed a rather colourful spider crawling up your arm and biting you in the neck until the pain of the bite shot through your body like a flu shot.

You didn’t even think much of the pain for the rest of the night, not when you climbed through the window when everyone else was down in the caves wrapping up patrol and dealing with whatever injuries they got from patrol.

You only notice something was wrong when you woke up in the morning warmer that what you usually are and your blanket was stuck to your hand. That caused you to panic and basically trash your room even more than how you left it last night. More objects were sticking to your hand while you tried getting your blanket off. Clothing projects were being destroyed and you almost destroyed your sewing machine by the time you managed to unstick everything from your hands.

And ever since then you have been Gotham’s best vigilante Spider-Punk. You still help the community but now you can do more as spider-punk and when you are on patrol (not with the Batfam and they aren’t doing anything serious you shoot webs at them when you swing by. Just to annoy them which it clearly does.

People in areas like crime ally already know your identity within a few months of you actively being Spider-Punk. And you didn’t mind if you knew that they weren’t going to snitch on you to anyone and as a bonus you wouldn’t have to wear you mask when you are in the area (that thing is stuffy even with the hammer space).

The Batfam on the other hand are trying like crazy to figure out who you are any why you keep messing with them ever since you hanged Damian to a lamp post with you webs (for no reason at all just fun). And when they did find out your identity it was purely from accident. Jason was at the manor for dinner and he wanted to spend some alone time so he wonders around the manor into your room where you were climbing back into your room through your window, mask already off and you made eye contact with the gun-carrier-crime-lord-vigilante.

Jason : *in a completely nonchalant voice* You’re spider-Punk guy?

Spider-Punk reader : Yeah…

Jason : Cool, why don’t you join us on patrols..?

Spider-Punk reader : I don’t believe in that. Authority with Bruce I mean…

Jason : Understandable. You just became my favourite brother.

Spider-Punk reader : Cool. You’re a not that bad gun-carrier-crime-lord-vigilante yourself.

Jason : *pulls out a cigarette and lets out a chuckle* Cool. You don’t mind me smoking in here…right?

Spider-Punk reader : *changing into a band tee and skinny jeans* Nah bro. Just past me the joint on the desk next to you.

………… And since then the rest of the Batfam gradually found out about you being spider-punk like a moth drawn to a flame. And since then they have been nonstop trying to get you to join them officially for patrols and hang out with their teams from time to time. But each and every time you refuse and when they ask why you say one of two things.

I’m too cool for that.

I don’t believe in that.

Does this annoy them…yeah but they are fine with that and let you do your own thing while keeping an eye out on you. It’s better than them trying to force you to join them officially or locking you in the manor.

Alpha 🐺: FIRT REQUESTS DONE MY GUY‼️‼️‼️

Sorry boss man anon if it’s not how you imagine it I tried my best one here

Now I have to return to things I promised to write before uni starts up again (ch5…)

BYE BYE NEOW MY LITTLE OMEGASSSSS‼️‼️‼️‼️🐺🐺🐺