#batman reader

[cherryyluvs]

Hi just discovered your blog and I love it❤️ can I request a mark Grayson with a s/o who's the batman of their universe like she's a rich girl and a playboy(girl?) like in the public but at night she's the dark knight and it's a regular human with the skills of batman. I just find it funny if he's like "omg the batman/dark knight is it true your vampire or what kind of powers and reader is like 🦇 "no I'm human" and he's like 🤨 since he saw her knee kick the air out of a guy for jaywalking and break the ribs of 5 guys for littering without a sweat also how they would work as a duo maybe she gains a robin?

Thank you! I love this idea so much!! ♡⸜(˶˃ ᵕ ˂˶)⸝♡ I had so much fun writing it I hope this lives up to your expectations — hope you enjoy!! 🦇💕

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Rich girl by day, Dark knight by night. Mark was aware that you were wealthy and kind of a big deal in the social scene. Designer outfits? Attending exclusive parties ? Fancy galas? Driving expensive sports cars? Yeah everything about you screams rich.

Mark had some suspicion on you, but when he found out he was SHOOK! You?? The masked vigilante everyone in the city feared? “Wait.. you're the one who put those 3 guys in the hospital last week?” You’d shrugged it off “They had it coming”

“What kind of powers do you have?” He would deadass think you had some kind of supernatural ability. Maybe vampirism? Super strength??? Nope! Just peak human conditioning and a lot of training. “So you're human?” “Yep” “…And you're doing all of this?” “Mhm” “Jesus Christ”

When he first watched you in action his jaw was on the floor, taking 6 guys in under a minute – one well placed knee kick, backflip, and some nice creative use of grappling hook. Mark just floated above you like =͟͟͞͞(꒪ᗜ꒪‧̣̥̇) “You… you just–” “Yeah” “And you're–” “Human”

He finds it funny with how different you are when you're in your dark knight mode versus your public person. Seeing you at a charity gala and that same night you’re taking down a drug ring in the city’s back alleys.

He pictures you in a fancy dress but when you suit up as the dark knight he's like “Hold up, that's the same person?!”

You’re always on the arm of a new date, you use it as a way to cover your work, making it easier to explain why you're out all hours of the night. Mark lowkey gets jealous, even though he knows it all means nothing. “So.. dinner with that tech billionaire last night?” “He was boring” “Sure, sure. Guess i'll just have to keep an eye on you” (๑>؂•̀๑)

He 100% talks about you to the Guardians of the Globe all the time. “Yeah my girlfriend? Took down 8 guys by herself last night. No big deal” Rex: "isn’t she human?" “Yeah that's the crazy part!”

You’re always teasing him, running a finger down his chest, leaning in close wherever you talk to him. Mark pretends he's unaffected but his jaw clenching when you call him handsome says otherwise. He tries to flirt back but c'mon you're too good at the game.

Training together, Mark would BEG you to train him in hand to hand combat. He would get frustrated with you wiping the floor with him despite his super strength. “How are you so fast??”

The media loves them. Headlines like “Dark knight And Her Flying Sidekick Strike Again!” “Who is the Dark Knight’s New Partner?” Mark hates being called the sidekick but you just laugh it off and say “Well you are following my lead” “I’m not your sidekick” “Sure you aren't Grayson”

You and Mark have different fighting styles but somehow it works. He's more of brute strength and super speed, punching enemies. While you're all about precision, calculated strikes and exploiting weak points. You're the planner and he's the muscle, mapping out the enemy’s territory. He follows your lead even if he pretends he doesn't but he listens when you give orders.

Once the night’s work is done you both linger in the dark or on top of rooftops. Mark leans against the wall staring at the stars with you by his side. “Same time tomorrow?" “Only if you try to to get yourself killed” But you'll both be there

[fandomnerd9602]

Would you please do a Sidney Prescott x Batman malereader during the advent of scream 5 please

Randy tries to stab Sidney only to be yanked up into the air…

Amber looks in fear as Y/N, the Dark Knight, jumps down and incapacitates her…

Y/N walks up to Sidney, Tara and Sam…

Y/N; are you alright miss?

Sidney; I am

Y/N fires a grapple hook and flies away…

Sidney: (mutters) just wait til I get home to you

Sam: what?

Sidney: n-nothing

[violinviolence]

Minds Beneath the Masks

By ViolinViolence

(Riddler x F!Reader/Genderbent Batman)

AN-

-Do NOT steal my work or scan it with AI.

-Reader is this universe’s one and only Batwoman, Miss (Y/n) Wayne, and her butler Frida Pennyworth is the only other character who’s genderbent/OC in this fic.

Summary: Your (Batwoman’s) secret identity is revealed to the Riddler. Little do you know, he’s developed a crush on you! (And little does he know that you can- begrudgingly- reciprocate those feelings back). What will he do now that he knows?

TW- Run-on sentences, slowburn, enemies-to-lovers trope, forbidden love between a heroine and a super villain, mutual pining/simping, puns via the bad riddles I came up with (can’t say I didn’t try), weaponizing the art of crime for flirting purposes, a Riddler redemption arc(?), this Riddler is a bit of a combo of BTAS, Zero Year, and the Arkham video games.

Dividers by @pixopix

Chapter 1: Identities Unmasked

Ch.2

“Riddle me this, my dear Dark Knight~”.

You roll your eyes as you feel a headache coming on. It wasn’t that you hated putting up with the Riddler- It could have been worse- you thought.

It had just been a long night on patrol, and of course you wound up being stuck in one of the Riddler’s trap rooms right when you were about to call it the night and pick up a hot cup of coffee to-go.

Unlike most run-of-the-mill thugs or even the more brazen rogues of Gotham, the Riddler was the most seemingly- civilized among them, and you’d actually look forward to participating in his riddles and games if they weren’t designed to detonate upon the slightest mishap. Life as a vigilante grew to be a bit mundane, and solving the Riddler’s schemes brought a semblance of excitement into your life. He wasn’t so bad on the eyes, either. But you would never say any of that to his face and increase his already- inflated ego.

“How do you tie a knot with no hands?”

“Easy. With your back; lots of knots wind up in there”, you say as you crack your neck.

“Correct! But since you thought that was easy, let’s raise the stakes, shall we?”

You mentally kick yourself for saying the easy part out loud.

The Riddler pulled on a lever behind him, and a platform raised from the floor.

On top of the raised platform were two boxes: one had a mechanical silver scorpion inside, while the other had a mechanical golden scarab.

“Been re-reading Phantom of the Opera as of late?” you ask as you look at each box, and then the speaker above, which no-doubt, probably had a camera attached to it as well.

“What gives you the implication that it’s not my first time reading it? What if I’ve never read the book at all, and you're just making assumptions over a mere coincidence? I’m rather hurt.” You could visualize him wearing a shit-eating grin while wiping at a mock tear right about now.

“Just vibes,” you say nonchalantly. You knew he was trying to distract you by psyching you out. “Also, I think this is way too detailed to not be a POTO reference.

“Very well, then, Batwoman, I’ll admit: the Phantom is a character I can relate to, and I certainly respect his style when it comes to intricate puzzles.”

“You mean traps.”

“Same difference. Now, before we go on a further tangent, I’d like to refocus on the two contraptions before you. The scorpion represents someone you can save now, and the scarab represents someone you can save later. You can only pick one; which will you choose?”

Shoot, you thought. What if he’s bluffing? What if he doesn’t have anyone in captivity right now? But if I choose the scarab, what if there was someone who needed to be saved and it was too late!

You turn your attention to the scorpion.

However, if I choose the scorpion, the someone who needs to be saved now could be ME for all I know. There will ALWAYS be somebody who needs to be saved later, and right now, there’s NO sure way to know if anybody needs to be saved right this instant, so perhaps the Riddler is counting on me to pick the scorpion.

And wasn’t the scarab supposed to be a grasshopper if this was based on the book? That’s an oddly specific deviation for a reference.

You walk over to the box with the scarab, and after tinkering with its gears and locks, it opens. You twisted the wings clockwise on the golden beetle-shaped figure as you recalled the book it was referenced after. You were grateful nothing exploded, or heard any commotion outside, but also grew hesitant when nothing happened.

There was a brief silence before you heard the Riddler say: “I knew you would figure it out. So- explain why you picked the correct box.”

You looked down at the intricate designs of the scarab and the scorpion boxes. There was a lot of artistic detail put into these puzzles, and it was a shame that only you would be able to interact with and appreciate them.

“I picked the scarab, because not only does it deviate away from the grasshopper in Leroux’s novel, but also because it stands as a symbol of the rebirth in Ancient Egyptian culture, wheras the scorpion symbolizes the protection of the already- dead body in its journey to the afterlife. Even if I picked the scorpion, it would have already been ‘later’ and not the very instant you said ‘now’.”

“So you noticed my historical hint and took the literal approach! I like the way you think, Dark Knight. You know, it’s really a shame you’re wasting all that intellectual talent as a vigilante in Gotham’s never-ending masquerade of crime. You have the makings of a genius. Not as great as myself-mind you- but definitely one I wouldn’t mind talking to over some romantic tragedy novels.” There was a slight lilt to his tone that didn’t go unnoticed.

Is he seriously trying to coax you into becoming some sort of villain’s colleague, right now?, you thought. Ugh- for being such a smart guy, he really can be delusional, at the end of the day. Shame.

“It doesn’t take a genius to figure out that your puzzle insinuates a clue for an upcoming scheme you’re planning, Riddler. I will find out what it is and stop you once and for all”, you said in a more serious tone.

“And I’ll be counting on you to find out. In fact, I want you to, and see if you can try to stop a genius such as myself! Au revoir, Madame Bat~.”

And with that, the door you came through automatically swung open and you didn’t waste any time dashing out of the room for that coffee you desperately needed now.

You tapped at the comm in your left earring.

“Frida. Status update on the Riddler: I was trapped in another of his trap rooms tonight, and it ended up being a clue for a more intricate crime he’s been plotting. Kidnapping will definitely be involved, but I’ve yet to find out any potential suspects. Over.”

“I read you loud and clear, Madame (Y/n). I’ve updated the Bat Computer to scan the room you just left for any prints or leads. So-.”

“Yes, Frida?”

“What was the theme this time? Horror? Shakespeare?"

“It was Phantom of the Opera.”

“How rather romantic.”

“More like tragic. Erik was a gifted but lonely man who tried to lure Christine into his fabricated reality. If he truly loved her, he would have never resorted to utilizing his talents to manipulate her into being with him,” you responded.

“Reminds me of the Mad Hatter, now that you mention it. Do forgive my bluntness on the matter, Madame, but from what I gather, I’d say that the Riddler’s flirting with you, at any rate.”

“What makes you say that?”

“In your words, Madame: vibes.”

…….

The next day you were walking up to your office at WayneTech. You were dressed in a comfortable wool pastel-pink turtleneck, a burgundy longskirt, and rose gold accessories.

You tapped the comm in your left pearl stud. “Frida, I’ll be passing the security check, now. Deactivate my tech ‘til I reach my office. I need to stop by and talk to Lucius first."

“Already done. Be careful, (Y/n).”

“Talk to you later.”

You passed security and headed to Lucius Fox’s office. On the elevator going down, you were greeted and complimented by some of your staff before reaching the Labs and Tech Testing floor.

Another average afternoon as always, you sigh to yourself, sipping on a can of iced coffee from a vending machine.

Once you reached your destination, you took out your ID, but before you could swipe it, you noticed the door was already opened, and it looked like the scanner was deactivated.

Oh no!

You tapped your right comm- your emergency comm- to alert Frida.

“Frida! Someone has infiltrated the security lock to Lucius’ office. I’m going in.”

There was no feedback.

Shoot.

You rush inside and see a struggling Lucius gagged and tied to his chair, and taped to his chest was a green stationary with a purple question mark on it.

“Lucius!”

You rush over to him and take off the note.

It read:

What’s a Wayne to do when the real brains behind the operation is tied up? It’s lights out for the uptown girl.

You blink at the question in confusion before the lights in the room were switched off, and you felt a sharpness hit the back of your nape.

When you come to, you’re tied up in a wooden chair, and your wrists were tied with rope that crossed between your thumbs behind your back. Your ankles were also bound together.

You also noticed your pearl comms were missing. You took in your surroundings and noticed a nearby window that looked out over the west side of Gotham. The WayneTech tower was across the distance, and it was already sunset based on the cast of lighting from the surrounding buildings’ shadows.

Just. great.

You shift in your place to feel if your rings were on your fingers.

They’re gone, too. I can’t call my Batcycle.

You tried stomping on your boot heels, but forgot your ankles were tied separately, and it was then you realized your heeled boots were taken off, so you were left in your happyface flower print socks.

They took my spare batarangs, smokebombs, and taser, as well.

As you squirmed around in your seat, you failed to notice the figure sitting in a swivel chair across from you. Grinning in amusement as you struggled.

“Comfortable?”

You looked up, and glared.

“Riddler. What did you do to Lucius!?”

“I only told my men to use him as bait to get your attention. And-”.

He pulled out a drawer full of your jewelry and boots.

“-to force him to tell them about your clever little trinkets you managed to hide as pretty little fashion accessories. Riddle me this, material girl: what time is best to eat the rich?”

“I don’t know. When?”

“Ah-hahaha! When you rob them blind, you moron! You see, Miss Wayne, when I decided to expose Batwoman for the criminal she actually is, I needed to backtrack as to how she could make her acts of villainy look like selfless heroic deeds.”

“What makes you think she’s a villain?”

“I know she’s a villain, and I ask the questions around here. Now, riddle me this: just how did the Batwoman acquire her Batcycle and gadgets? Hmmm?”

You stayed silent.

“No guesses from the guest, huh? I don’t blame you; your mind is inferior to mine, after all. But I’ll spare you some pity and tell you what I know is the answer.

“I believe that she steals the money from the criminals she apprehends, and then uses that money to pay you at WayneTech to fund and create her customized gear and gadgets, while she bribes Jim over at GCPD to keep it quiet.”

He picks up a batarang that was on his desk and holds it in the now-dimmed light. The city lights of Gotham illuminating the pitch black night outside shone into the poorly-lit room with a green digital glow coming from your captor’s monitors. He turned back to face you once more.

“And they’re the same gadgets as the ones that my men just so happened to find on your person, earlier. So, I already have solid evidence to back my theory. Clearly, you and Commissioner Gordon have been turning a blind eye to the crimes you’ve been enabling the Batwoman to ensue, making you no better than a super villain such as myself."

You sat there shocked after hearing all of that. The Riddler was so smart, he almost discovered your secret identity. He still believes your supersona and civilian cover are two separate entities, but that might change the more he talks. The more he thinks.

“Shocked speechless by my genius? I know. I would be, too, if I was as ignorant and gullible as you.”

You heavily roll your eyes.

“You know, it’s a shame, though. I’m finally going to corner Batwoman once and for all, and this might be the last time I ever get to challenge her intellect.”

“Why’s that a shame? Hate having no competition?”

“Not in the slightest! No one can compete with the Riddler when it comes to matters of the mind! But Batwoman has proven her worth when it comes to showing appreciation in my temporary diversions. She’ll never confess it, but I can see it in her expressions whenever she participates in them, solving them flawlessly, proving to me time and again that only she can be my true equal in this cesspit of a city. If it were any other way, I’d marry such a woman. And that’s why it’s such a shame.”

You almost dropped your jaw upon hearing this sudden confession. At first, you were really annoyed, but now your eyes widen in surprise as you bite your tongue to keep you from giving your reaction away. You were glad the Riddler wasn’t facing you; the room was cold, and you could feel a blush blooming on your face.

I guess I can agree with him; it really is a shame we’re on opposing sides of justice. It’s a shame he has such an obsession with needing to outwit others to prove he's the smartest man in the room. Otherwise, he’d be my type, you thought to yourself.

The Riddler just stood in front of the window with his arms crossed. Fingers thrumming against his arm impatiently. Then, he was pacing steadily around the room before he turned to you with a smirk.

“Why, Miss Wayne! It seems Batwoman doesn’t care to save you from my evil clutches. Which is strange.”

“Strange how, Riddler? Maybe she’s busy saving some other poor unfortunate soul, right now.”

His pacing comes to a halt, and pivots to face you.

“It’s strange, because-” he took slow steps toward you, “-she has never once failed to answer my challenges, until tonight, and-”.

He pauses to look up at a nearby window, “-the Bat Signal is still up”.

He stopped a foot in front of you, and leaned towards the side of your face.

“Riddle me this: just who is under the Batwoman’s mask?”

You closed your eyes and drew a deep breath in before saying in your slightly- deepened Batwoman voice: “It’s me”.

The Riddler whipped his face in front of yours. You’ve never seen such a surprised expression on him before.

“W-what.” He blinks at your tired face that showed no signs of sarcasm nor deceit.

“What!?”

For a few moments of silence, you look at Riddler who’s standing there, still gobsmacked by the revelation, until he finally breaks it.

“Even if you- (Y/n) Wayne- were in fact, Batwoman, please illuminate me on something.”

“Like what?”

“Like WHY you would just tell me your secret identity!? ME of all people! Just like that!” The man said, his hands flying out frantically as he spoke. Like he was trying to debate the concept of rocket science to a pet goldfish.

“Okay, first of all, YOU asked me via a riddle! And I have no choice but to give you an answer, or else God knows what’ll happen to my useless tied-up self if I hadn’t!” you quip in exasperation.

“And either way, since when did THE Riddler get mad at me for answering correctly to his own riddles? Okay, actually- forget I asked that.”

“It was a RHETORICAL question!!” the man said, pinching the bridge of his nose.

“That you literally asked by saying ‘Riddle me this’! I’m literally in your captivity! Did you seriously think I’d be able to lie my way out of this situation, nonetheless to you!?”

The Riddler stood against the windowpane with his arms crossed in contemplation. Behind him, the Bat Signal still shone across the backdrop of the air-polluted city.

He could tell you definitely weren’t lying; you really were the Dark Knight, herself, weren’t you?

Many of his victims and even his fellow rogues would underestimate him because he didn’t seem like he could pull off much. But Batwoman never doubted him when she herself was also an intellect. Almost his equal. Of all the people who dared to challenge him, she actually showed him respect and would answer all of his riddles without hesitation or ire. He noticed that whenever Batwoman would talk to him, her usual blunt tone he’d hear you utilize on other rogues via recordings on the news would lighten into a more calmer, cordial one whenever she faced him. Hell if he knew why, but in a way, maybe she too saw him in a similar light of great minds.

Riddler looked into (Y/n)’s eyes. The moonlight caught their (e/c) irises in a soft glow, and your (h/c) hair was put up in a messy bun with some flyaways framing your face. He realized this is the first time he can truly appreciate how simplistically beautiful you are without your supersona. He felt a brief wave of guilt for the insults he threw at you earlier, but at the end of the day, you were the same sharp-minded woman he grew a surprising respect for.

He took a deep breath to recenter his thoughts on what you said before walking over to his monitor set and pressed a button.

“Boys? Disassemble the bombs you planted just now. Do not return to base until further notice. Have yourselves an early holiday for the time-being~.”

Several men on the receiving comm sighed before saying “on it, Boss”, or the like, before he switched off the screens. Not a moment after, the Bat Signal turned off.

When you saw that, you felt a funny mix of feelings. You felt guilty for not being the Batwoman the city needed anymore, but your captor was also being oddly accommodating for your predicament at the moment. You were grateful for the Riddler’s rare act of compassion (or maybe it was just straight-up pity, if anything).

“My apologies for having my men kidnap you; I sincerely didn’t expect to learn my greatest nemesis’ secret so soon.”

“Thank you; you didn’t have to do that.”

“Do what? Call off my schemes? More like postponement. You know, there’s really no point in them without a certain someone to engage in them to my standards”, he said smugly.

“Now about said certain someone-” he spun on his chair to face you from his monitor set, “you mentioned that you couldn’t lie to me out of your current predicament. Are you insinuating the possibility that had it been anyone else, you would have?”

“If it had been anyone else, I doubt I would still be alive. You are the only rogue who wouldn’t give me zero chances if it meant there wasn’t something in it for you, and I have valuable intel no money can ever buy. If it’s any villain I know who sees waste in my impromptu death, it’s you”, you said. The Riddler raised an eyebrow at that.

“You really are a great detective to figure that out and take a gamble on it, otherwise you wouldn’t have been so lucky.”

The man took a deep sigh, and looked down.

“But unfortunately, Miss Wayne- Batwoman, you’ve misjudged my character.”

Your body stills. “What?”

He shot his head up and grins amusedly at your reaction.

“That’s right! See, you’re wrong to underestimate the Riddler; I don’t need to spare your life for some ‘priceless intel’, my dear. I can pursue any knowledge I want on my own terms!”

He walked over to you, cane in hand, and you felt cold sweat on the back of your neck.

“But you are correct in that I would see your death as impromptu-” he walks behind you out of sight. You're officially panicking, now.

He wouldn’t kill me, but he still could, and maybe this was a really stupid idea to trust-

“-and, unnecessary,” the binds and rope fell off of you with a couple of quick swipes of his cane.

Now it was your turn to sit there speechless.

“Cat caught your tongue?” the Riddler sidesteps to glance at your baffled expression.

“I don’t understand. You’re letting me go? Just like that? And you won’t have me bargain anything for my freedom?”

“Not so fast, Batwoman. We need a re-introduction.”

As the Riddler walked up to you, he took off his green bowler hat and removed his purple mask with one hand, and put them behind his back. He walked up to you and took your hand and slightly bowed.

“From now on, when we’re not wearing masks, please call me Edward, (Y/n).”

He raised your hand and planted a chaste kiss on the back of your palm.

“And I only ask this in exchange for your freedom,” he took the hand out from behind his back. His hat and mask was mysteriously replaced by a lavender envelope attached to a rose.

You took both hesitantly from him, but when you looked up, he was already across the room near the exit. His hat was already on and he had just finished adjusting his mask back onto his face.

“Until next time, my little bat~.”

And he disappeared into the night.

Hope y'all enjoyed this first chapter!

I took inspiration from Totally Spies! for the jewelry comms and gadgets, as well as that one scene from Lupin III: The Castle of Cagliostro towards the end.

Stay cool🤙🏼

-ViolinViolence

[gotham-daydreams]

I love your concept of batman!reader, it makes me want to rip out chunks of my room wall with my teeth. So perhaps you can tell me and the rest of the audience something more about that universe.

Cheers!

Of course! And if anyone has any specific questions about anything in particular I'd be happy to answer them as well :]

Nevertheless, the universe itself is... interesting, I'd say!

It definitely falls into this small category I'm sort of making for myself in terms of characters where they "do too much", even if their reasons vary. Since let's just say that Batman!Reader is honestly a little too much like Bruce, and if he was somehow more dedicated to the mission. And by 'dedicated' I mean if you take Bruce's self sacrificial nature, and crank it up to eleven.

It's a shame too because Bruce obviously wants 'Batman' to act more like 'Nightwing' - a symbol that people can look to, not in collective fear, but as a symbol of hope and justice. Batman!Reader on the other hand, does not make that possible. In their own way, they really try to become Batman and disregard the human beneath it all entirely. But that's getting a little too much into the actual story itself-

I will say that in this universe, Gotham is actually safe. The crime it was once know for has taken a heavy hit, and everyone is safe - but at the cost of criminals essentially fearing for their lives. Your average citizen is safe, but for those under the streets and in back alleys, its very much like they're "under new management", and one that isn't as forgiving as the Bats that came before the current one.

Though, that is by design.

As I said in the little summary/concept, everyone is dead - but they didn't all die right away. There was a process the reader went through to get the cowl, and they actually were able to dawn it before everyone got the boot - but as you can guess from said little summary, they still don't quite feel like it's their own. Batman is still Bruce, it's still Dick to them, even if practically everyone else in the city would definitely be confused if either of those two were to dawn the cowl again - if they were able to.

Alfred is actually alive! Albeit very old and definitely living his last days, as one can imagine.

There is new technology! But I won't go into specifics since I'm not really all that smart and can't really say anything besides "everything pretty much has an upgrade", so...

Batman! Reader is actually very anti social and needs to get out more, it really is like the early days of Bruce being Batman, but worse.

Reader also had their own Robin at some point named 'Sparrow', things... did not go well on that end.

I imagine that the Wayne Manor is on a hill, at least in this particular universe, and everyone is basically buried there a little ways away from the manor. The reader even had the Grayson's and such moved so no one would be apart from their family, it makes them feel closer that way and makes it easier to visit them. Not to mention it avoids a certain incident that happened a long while ago from happening again.

There are new villians! One of which actually causes the batfam from another universe to come into Batman!Reader's dimension. Another raises the dead, but that isn't important as of now - and there are more... as I come up with them and also remember to write them down! Do they have names? Not at the moment! And also I kind of suck at names if no one could guess from the titles I come up with.

There is a statue in Gotham of the Batfam - minus Batman for obvious reasons, but Bruce and Gordon are squeezed on there. Blüdhaven has a statue of Nightwing. In the building for Wayne Enterprises, they have little holographic models of their previous CEOs and such, along with everyone that's come before, Tim is the latest one on there - the reader has yet to submit their model. To which, a friend of their's is helping them with the buisness - think of her as this reader's Lucius Fox.

Batman! Reader only has two other servants aside from Alfred (though they are more like the reader's only friends), mostly to keep the Manor clean and take care of Alfred while they're away.

Reader is also very tech savy and into how machines work and what not, all that nerd stuff! So very much like Tim, Bruce, and Barbara in that way. There is always something to get done and improve, and I will say that the stuff Alfred used to get around - the reader made themself.

In classic fashion, Alfred is actually very disappointed in a lot of the choices Batman! Reader has made in their life, but so are those closest to them, so be fair...

With no context, Batman! Reader is like if "ManBat" actually succeeded.

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If anyone wants to know more, or has any questions, feel free to ask away!

[chronicallystupidasparagus]

The first time you met the Batman was on the dark streets of his city. Your small, shivering form - devoid of the winter coat the season called for - stepped backwards. Your eyes flittered to the men on the ground. Their bodies lay unmoving, a result of his prior actions, those of which still fresh in your mind. Your breath rapidly entered and exited your lungs as you cowered at the man before you.

Eight years old was no age to die, you knew that much. Though the costumed man had taken care of the strangers that had tried to take ahold of you, you were still frightened of him. His body towered over yours, only remedied when he crouched in front of you.

"Why are you out so late?"

His deep monotonous voice bore into your mind. As your brain scrambled to make up a response, your body continued to shake. You had been conditioned to be careful of what you say - especially around adults. Warnings from your late mother constantly haunted you; dictating what you say when people ask about the state of you and your home life, lest you be taken away from her.

"I-I," your quiet voice stammered.

You swallowed. "I'm lost..." Your cautious tone and soft words barely made it out of your mouth. Your lip began to wobble when he reached a hand out to rest on your head.

"Where are your parents?"

Your eyes watered. Your quick breathing never let up and you were beginning to get lightheaded. The street lamp above the both of you buzzed, filling the silence.

Your mind struggled to form a complete sentence and ended up with a half-formed thought. "I don't have... I... No parents." They were gone and dwelling on the fact never helped how you felt. Talking about it like you were now only made you more uncomfortable.

It was hard to tell with his mask on but you swore his eyes softened.

He asked who you were living with.

"Ms. Nana, my neighbor,"

Your voice was more steady as your fight-or-flight response started dying down. When the Bat offered to walk you home after you gave him the address (engrained in your mind by your mother, who always, always worried) your shaking almost entirely went away. Traveling with the Batman meant you were traveling safe.

And safe you were. He held your hand as you walked, which you didn't mind. You felt like you could finally breathe again, knowing that even if people tried to stir up trouble, he would take care of it. Your body relaxed- shoulders slumping, eyebrows unfurrowing, and your previously cowering form no longer tensed. His presence was freeing. Being on alert was and always will be a requirement for living in Gotham. With Batman alongside you however, you had a reason to be unafraid.

When he dropped you off after Ms. Nana opened the door, you silently wish you could see him again. Feeling safe in this city is a luxury even the wealthy couldn't always afford.

Your second meeting with him didn't come as soon as you had hoped. The Batman sticks to the shadows when he can, and leaves before anyone can really talk to him.

But you knew it would happen again. Too bad it didn't occur until you were in danger again.

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I Am Batman (AU Batdad x Batman Headcanons)

Requested by Anonymous for the reader being Batman from another universe and is caught in the main one. With reader being really tall. 

Shout out from me and this anon to all y’all tall readers! Hearts to all!

A flash of light, a rush of sound.

And suddenly, Gotham City has a visitor. 

The Batfamily goes as one to meet this visitor, having had poor previous experience with multiversal travelers.

And it seems like Batman is standing there. Or a version of him. This one has small glowing red lines along his armor, the same color as the eyes on the cowl, which encloses the entire head.

He’s impressively tall, more so than Bruce, even, and his sinister Bat armor gives him an intimidating presence.

“Who are you?” Bruce asks firmly.

The man turns, tilting his head. “I’m Batman.”

“Obviously, you’re Batman, too, huh?” you say, your voice altered by the cowl’s tech. You press a button and the face slides apart so that the five in front of you can see your face. “Y/N Wayne.”

Each of them has taken a step backwards in shock at your face.

Bruce removes his own cowl, and you are shocked.

There is a moment when lightning flashes, and the typical Gotham rain begins to pour, and the two of you are staring at each other.

But then it passes, and you are brought back to the Cave.

You explain that after a few years of being Batman, Bruce was murdered in the course of duty. The press had had a field day wondering if you knew or not. You lied and claimed complete innocence, which the police backed you up with.

Alfred, as executor of the Wayne Estate, made sure you inherited everything, including Wayne Enterprises.

But instead of grieving, you and Jim Gordon created a secret program called the Silver Star, recruiting Bat-people out of the GCPD so that there were multiple Batmen running around Gotham all at once. 

It effectively kept fear up in criminals and brought crime rates down, since everyone believed that it was the ghost of Batman unleashed. 

And at the head of this program was you, using the training Bruce had given you to become the new Batman. Your codename was Batman Prime, and together with Alfred and Jim’s daughter Barbara, you commanded all of the Silver Star’s operatives.

You’ve been Batman Prime ever since, and once Jim became Commissioner, Lucius Fox has had WayneTech working on new equipment for the Star, hence your super high-tech suit.

Bruce tells you all about the boys, and how you died a few years ago at the hands of Talia, while protecting Damian.

It’s hard for them to see you, especially as you have none of the familiarity with them. You’re a nice, bright person, but you don’t have the years of parenting experience nor the patience. 

It’s hard for Bruce because you show no interest in him, because you’ve never gotten over YOUR Bruce’s death, and even with a different version of him it would feel like a betrayal. Also this version of you is harsher and darker - too much like himself.

Dick is the only common link between the two of you, since he was adopted before Bruce died. But unlike Bruce, you never let him become Robin, and he had a relatively normal upbringing. However, once he became old enough to make his own decisions, he went into the police force in Gotham and joined the Silver Star all on his own, becoming a fellow Batman. 

It’s weird for Dick because while he craves the feeling that you’re back, he knows that somewhere out there is a different Dick who needs his Y/N back. 

Jason gets angry because it feels like the universe is taunting him. He often used to wish you weren’t so positive towards him when he wanted to feel down, and now he’s gotten his wish. Now you barely interact with him at all and he hates it. He spends time away from the manor and visits your grave almost every day.

Tim doesn’t trust you at all. Mostly because you gave him more coffee to keep him awake, which in his sleep-deprived mind means you don’t care about him and are just using them all to get home. Maybe you aren’t even Y/N in the first place. Did anybody think of that? Huh? No, you’re the paranoid one!

Damian can’t really reconcile the feelings. He feels guilty because you died protecting him, and part of him feels like he deserves the cold shoulder this you is giving him. And another part of him is angry because all he wants is his Papa back and this is not what he wanted!

They are all able to work with you, though. You’re an unusually upbeat Batman, laughing often as you take down criminals. In contrast to his efficient, trained style, yours is much more creative and environmentally interactive, due to your lack of formal training compared to him.

And due to your height, Bruce realizes that you’re more intimidating than he is. Bruce tends to try and talk to you over comms or from a higher vantage point in order to avoid having to look up at you.

Dick kind of likes it. You often serve as the perfect springboard for his more acrobatic moves.

You aren’t as disciplined as Bruce, mainly because you’ve organized the Star into shifts so that the members have time to recharge, so you get really tired after the first week. You forget that you’re in an alternate Wayne Manor, and you go to yours and Bruce’s bedroom and just slump on top of Bruce, hugging him close.

You’re bigger, and just for a moment Bruce enjoys the feeling of you resting your chin on his head before he decides that this one little time can be allowed. He turns and kisses you. The both of you hold each other close, pretending that you have your loved ones back.

In the morning, you decide that it wasn’t so bad after all, and from then on, you and Bruce sleep in the same bed every night (or, you know, whenever you end up sleeping). 

But it is only temporary. Eventually a way is found to send you back to your universe.

You have responsibilities to get back to. And so does Bruce.

“Bruce.”

“Y/N?”

“I know I’ll come off as a huge hypocrite, but... move on.”

“Excuse me?”

“I’m gone, Bruce. You aren’t making me any happier by mourning. Show these kids some love. Help them. And if you find someone... let yourself be happy. You deserve it.”

You know he probably won’t take your advice. But at least you’ve put the thought into his head. You move to step through the portal.

“Y/N.”

“Bruce?”

“I’ll always love you.”

“Me too.”

“Then you do the same. We’ll both try.”

You smile. “I think we can do that.”

And as you land back in your Gotham, you feel lighter than you have in years. 

[melyaliz]

Wings 3

Summary: Every Hero has a beginning, some are grand and some have masks throw at them. 

Pairing: Tim Drake x OC

Notes: Does anyone want to be tagged in these? 

Also follow the Tag Wings Fic for all chapters 

Tim found Faith the next day in the TV room.

Or he found her feet. Bearfoot hanging over the top of the couch, her yellow beanie hanging off one her right foot. As he came closer found her laying upside down in her dance shorts and an oversized hoodie.

“Hey. Chip?” she asked holding out a half eaten bag of chips.  

“What happened to your face?” Tim said, his eyes growing wide as he saw the huge black and blue bruise on her cheek as she turned to smile at him.

“Well, it’s not from my parents.” She snickered sitting up right side up, then as if realizing what she had just said she winced, “Sorry that was kinda morbid.”

Shaking his head Tim sat down next to her rubbing his temple. The ever growing headache that was growing was getting worse. It probably had something to do with having 5+ cups of coffee in the past few hours and the fact he was running on little no sleep in the past few days.

Sometimes he would get so caught up in a case he just couldn't seem to focus on anything else until his body (quite literally) rebelled.

“I can change it.” Faith said nodding toward the TV that was playing some MMA fight.

“No, I just have a small headache,” he mumbled. Faith held out her hand and Tim just glanced at it unsure what she wanted.

“Give me your hand,” she said wiggling her fingers. She smiled. Gingerly Tim placed his hand on hers. “My sister is like you, a total smarty and she gets headaches a lot too.” she informed him as she slowly started to rub his palm. “This would sometimes help.”

Nodding Tim could feel himself relaxing as he leaned back.

A few moments he was asleep.

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Faith had never really realized how much petty crime happened in Gotham. I mean you would think with 4+ heroes running around the streets the smaller guys would be scared but maybe that was the point. With all the big villains and heroes out there the small guys just kind of slipped through the cracks.

It wasn’t really like she was out looking for trouble… she just was out looking to help all those small people who just wanted to live in Gotham. All those people who just wanted to be left in peace.  

This was how she met officer Preston. Well, technically  she had never met him just kept running into him. The first time was at the convenience store and several times after that.

He was young, fresh from the academy who just wanted to prove his worth. She wasn’t sure how it had really happened that he kept being the one she would alert when something was going on but soon she just sought him out. Giving him tips on strange activities and anything she felt like he could find useful.

She did this in the form of notes and other messages. She had never talked to him.

That was until the ring of hubcap thieves.

They had both been tracking a group of boys who had been taking car parts. Mostly small things that weren’t that traceable. Tires and such. Faith had called them the hubcap boys because one had tried to hit her with a hubcap he had taken off a car. Faith had dodged it then taking him out with a few quick blows.  After tieing him up with some rope she had brought with her (At this point Faith was carrying around a backpack filled with items she could use for these adventures).

Preston had been tracking the gang for a while and with Faith’s help, he had gotten a lot closer than even he realized.

And by close, this meant stumbling into the abandoned building the gang held their items before they sold them.

“Oh… well hello,” Preston said quickly grabbing his gun.

However, it was 5 to one and while he had caught them off guard they had the home advantage.

Or that’s what they thought until the lights in the building went off.

And a small girl in a yellow beanie ran in swinging.

They made quick work of the gang. As the lights flickered back on Faith turned to the officer, her hands in her pockets an awkward smile on her face.

“Hey…”

“So you are my little Guardian Angel,” Preston said chuckling lightly rubbing the back of his head, “Are you even old enough to be out this late?”

Faith shrugged, “Guardian Angel’s don’t have curfews.”

Sirens could be heard from outside. Taking a few steps back Faith waved a hand.

“See ya around officer…” then turning she ran out just as backup came pouring into the building.

Faith couldn’t help but smile as she ran down the street, her hands going into her pockets as she dodged the flashing lights of the cop cars. Better to not have to answer any questions. She was just turning into the dark alley when she ran into Robin.

Quite literally, Or she would have if it wasn’t for her quick agility. Thank you years of dancing and the myriad of other physical activities her parents had made her do.

“You shouldn’t stand in the dark like that, you could trip someone.”

“What are you doing?” he asked arms folded much like an adult. Which was funny because he couldn’t be much older than her. Taller maybe (but most people were) but not older.

“Just doing my civic duty and helping out.”

“Is this going to become a habit?

She shrugged “Someone has to help the little guy, while you masks are fighting the big boss.” He didn’t seem to find this amusing as he stood there unflinching. Wasn’t Robin supposed to have like a sense of humor or something? Maybe that was an urban myth.

Bouncing back and forth on her heels she looked around for a moment, “I promise I won’t take anything I can’t handle.” Taking a step back she saluted him, “scout's honor.”  

Much to her excitement he cracked a smile at this, guess he wasn’t a total brick then tossed her something small and black. She caught it examining it, it was a black masking identical to the one he wore. Where he had been holding it she had no idea. Then again, those batpeople seemed to have an endless supply of items in those magic belts. She was going to need one of those if she kept this up. Her backpack was a little hard to use when she was in a rush. Wonder how heavy they were…

“At least use this.” He said before disappearing into the night.

“Hey, thanks!” she called out into the empty street.

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Vexing

Harley Quinn x Batman!Reader

Chasing down Harley Quinn was rarely easy or a walk in the park but for once, it wasn’t. You cornered Harley on the edge of your company’s tower. “Quinn” you stated gently, “come back here, walk towards me, please” “What’s the point, Batsy?” she replies in a surprisingly sad tone. “Mistah J left me. I-I got nothing.” “That’s not true, Harley” you try to talk her down, gently walk up to her with your arms raised to show you were no threat. Despite your bat suit, you did try to have a sense of compassion for the former Arkham doctor. You understood that she was as much a victim of the Joker as anyone. “I got nothing. I got no one” she turned around, looking to you. Her face shows her ruined makeup, her eyeliner running from her tears. “I got no friends, Batsy” “I’ll be your friend” you take her gently by the shoulders “I’m quite vexing ya know” she gives you a nervous little laugh “You I can handle” you take off your cape and wrap it around her, guiding down from the tower and into a cop car. “Promise me you’ll call?” she asks as you guide her into the car “I’ll visit” you give her a little weary smile, quite rare from the dark knight of Gotham. Harley kisses the car window, leaving a lipstick stain on the window. From her point of view, it was right over your mouth. Over the next few months, you were there to visit her every week. Surprisingly talking with the dark knight was Harley’s favorite part of the week. As the billionaire philanthropist of Gotham, you made sure that Harley got the help she needed and you also went the extra step of providing multiple charity and outreach programs to help the citizens of your hometown. Eventually, the doctors of Arkham declared Harley Quinn to be clinically sane. She was released back on the streets. And her favorite Bat was there to pick her up. You guided her into your Batmobile, “I got an apartment set up for you, call in a favor to an old friend” “You know what I want, Batsy?” she asked you “What?” “I wanna see your face…(Y/N)” she states softly before explaining, “it doesn’t take a rocket scientist to put two and two together.” She gives you a wink. “Harley” she places a finger over your mouth. “Please. I wanna see my only friend” You gently remove your cowl and expose your face to Quinn in the safety of your Batmobile. Harley giggles, “I knew it. I knew you were that good looking do-gooder” “This stays between us” Harley zips her lip and crosses her heart, “friends promise.” “Good.” you try to put your mask back on but Harley stops you. “Now for my secret” she gives you a little smirk “Okay?” “I always had a thing for you. Mind if i be all yours?” she undoes her seatbelt, sliding into your lap. You put a gentle hand on her shoulder and hip “I only work on the side of justice” “I promise I’ll be the best partner in crime fighting / lover ever” she crosses her heart again. “Is your car self driving?” “Its a prototype but yes. Why?” She grabs your face, “Good” And with that she pulls you into a fiery kiss. This was gonna be difficult to explain to the league but they’d eventually come around. Who knew someone so vexing could also be so loving?