Batman finds a baby, Batman keeps the baby, Batman's baby now.
a/n: I love love love @/witherby's LW AU so I deciced I also wanna write a baby bat reader AU
Reader: baby/toddler reader ❤︎ gender neutral
Contains: surprise adoption (Bruce being himself) ❤︎ Alfred, Bruce, Dick, Cass, Jason, Tim and Damian
How did you get here? Well... Bruce Wayne was a man with a tough exterior and the mushiest heart—specially if there are kids involved; which there were, two years ago, in the mission that changed the course of both your lives forever.
You, a tiny little baby, the child of some new villains who weren't careful enough and got caught. Batman beat them up, got the GCPD to take them away, went back in the hideout to help the investigation... everything he usually did, until he heard a loud cry upstairs, high-pitched and whiny. A baby.
Batman then bolted upstairs, kicked in the door to a nursery, your nursery... and you were fine. The nursery looked carelessly thrown together, as if your parents didn't care as much as they should; it was just the bare minimum.
A sniffle snapped him out of room-analysis mode and made his dad instincts take over. He picked you up very carefully, going through a mental list of things that could be wrong with a baby... but you stopped crying when he cradled you against his chest and made little cooing and shushing noises at your sleepy face.
The kids got a new sibling that day, a baby this time, and damn were they not prepared for you to be this clingy.
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✦*̥˚ Alfred ˚*̥✦
He was unimpressed when Bruce brought a baby home, scoffed at him but- come on, it's a poor little baby with no one to care for them... and the bat-mobile was already filled with pretty much everything from what used to be your room so... two years later, you were walking, talking, and holding onto his legs while he tried to work around the house.
Asking questions about anything and everything he was doing; and he answered, because why wouldn't he? In his eyes, you're just trying to get his attention, and what's so bad about it? Even if he sighs when you jump around, even if he has to clean crayon off the walls, he thinks you're endearing.
If you want actual cuddles or hugs from grandpa, you'll have to wait until his break. He loves you, but he needs to get things done, and you need to be patient.
"Dear, would you let go of my leg? I need to-" You shook your head, he sighed.
"Alfie, what is that?" You pointed at the same fluffy thing for the third time that week.
"A duster, dear..."
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✦*̥˚ Bruce ˚*̥✦
The moment your little head plopped on his chest and you fell asleep as quickly as if you had never woken up, his mind drifted to adoption papers. Commissioner Gordon, of course, helped Batman make sure every loose end was tied up before letting him pack your entire room into the bat-mobile.
You had no papers, not even a birth certificate, but you were healthy. And two years later, you were growing up too fast.
Your first word was "bat", your first steps were filmed, and the video is saved on the bat-computer in a folder were deleting files is impossible. He loves you; you are the apple of his eye, his baby bat.
The first time the Justice League met you, and they saw Batman smile and coo and giggle, was a day everyone silently agreed to forget. The kids were freaked out too. Bruce had his affectionate moments for sure, but this was crazy.
And you were just as clingy! If your dad had you in his arms, you expected to be there for a while. If anyone tried to get him to put you down or wanted to hold you too, they were met with a perfectly synchronized noise of dissatisfaction that earned you the nickname Batbaby.
"You wanna help dad with a case, sweetie?"
"I'M BATMAN"
"You are still a baby! I'm Batman."
The case was tiresome. You needed a nap after, but you did it, Batbaby! You found the cookie-thieving dog!
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✦*̥˚ Dick ˚*̥✦
Was a bit apprehensive about a baby in the house at first, but he came around after a few days of you grabbing his finger and not letting go. Two years since then, and you still hold his hand all day.
He loves you so much! He throws you up in the air and catches you to make you laugh, he shows you acrobatics (you're not allowed to do them yet, Dick says your trapeze bones haven't developed), He gives you piggy-back rides, plays hide and seek with you and tells you that you're the best at it (he lets you win), he lets you nap on his chest and he even lets you play with Haley!
You'll always have a space in his apartment in Blüdhaven, even if you almost never leave Bruce's side, you'll always have Dick to nap on and hold your hand if your dad will be gone for a while.
He has given you the most nicknames out of anyone. At this point, you answer more to his tone than the words he calls you, it's easier for your baby brain to recognize the cooing than to learn every single nickname or petname he uses to get your attention.
"Where's my little star? Where's my darling little sibling..?" His voice, to you, sounds like genuine confusion. Though, everyone else in the manor can see that you're giggling under the table, and Dick just wants to see you smile when you win.
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✦*̥˚ Cass ˚*̥✦
Baby staring contests become a thing in the manor. She stares, you stare back. Best way to calm you down when cuddles don't work is to have her hold you and stare into your soul... it works, somehow.
She's a quiet person, and you become a very chatty two year old. You yap about everything and nothing, and she listens. She enjoys it; it's her baby sibling time, and she just wants to hang out with you.
You help each other with difficult words; it's nice to have someone who understands not understanding everything yet.
She reminds you of Bruce, so you're also often found trailing behind her like a duckling. She likes to pick you up and press her forehead to yours. It's her way of saying she loves you, and the optical illusion that makes her look like a cyclops makes you laugh too.
But the rare times when you're also feeling quiet, she's the best to watch movies with.
"Cassie, movie?" You rub your eye with one tiny hand and hold the TV remote in the other, arm stretched out to her as an offer.
"Hm." She nods and smiles softly at you, taking the remote and holding your hand to go to the living room.
You fall asleep in her arms watching your favorite movie. "...Baby sibling."
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✦*̥˚ Jason ˚*̥✦
He didn't know about you until a month after you were adopted. Immediately recoiled when Bruce tried to introduce you to him. Probably the one who took the longest to warm up to you. Not because he didn't like you or babies in general, but because he was scared of hurting you.
He's the one who looks the most like Bruce (other than Cass), and it really confused you. You'd be in dad's arms, and suddenly, dad was on the couch? So you looked at who was holding you, and it was dad! Then you looked at the man on the couch, and... it was also dad? How? You need to investigate this other dad...
With time, he started playing with you, tried to keep the contact minimal so he couldn't accidentally hurt you, but it was hard when you were a little cuddle monster. So he just- laid on his back and let you hug him, keeping you steady with a single hand on your back. Still, he didn't want to actually hold you, so he didn't. But you were relentless.
By the time you were two years old, you could recognize who Jay was. Jay was the one with the wild, black and white hair and scuffed shoes. Dad was the one with the perfectly smooth clothes. At that point, Jason felt more secure about holding you, and you were having the best time with your brother now that he's not scared of hurting you as much as before.
He loves you too much for his anxiety to completely fade though, so he still mainly just cuddles you while sitting down or puts you in a baby carrier strapped to his chest. But your favorite thing is when you're strapped to him and he zips up his jacket over you because he always uses his theater kid skills to make you laugh.
"Ugh! Move it, Dick! Can't you see I'm with child? A real kicker, this one..." Jason sits down in the spot Dick moved from when he saw how much Jason's jacket was laughing at the act.
"Go bring me some ice cream, would you?" Dick wanted to object, but your little cheer could have made anyone crumble.
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✦*̥˚ Tim ˚*̥✦
Did NOT know what to do with you. Made a binder on your feeding and sleeping schedules, wrote down food you like and food you threw off your plate with a pout, investigated your birth family, everything... However, he was too nervous to hold you for longer than a minute. It wasn't a fear like Jason; Tim just genuinely didn't like babies. He likes you, you're cool, you're his little sibling... but you're still a baby, and he gets uncomfortable with babies.
But now that you're two, he's happy hugging you as much as you like. Mostly when he's working, you just sleep on his lap, and he tucks you in bed when he's done.
However, Tim comes with a big plus for you; Bernard.
Bernard adores you, and Tim loves seeing you get carried around like a doll, win-win!
"Timtim!" He hums, prompting you to continue, "is Bernie coming today?"
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✦*̥˚ Damian ˚*̥✦
Probably the worst reaction of the bunch, being the youngest, he's not used to Bruce's impulsive adoptions. Also, he's the blood son, got it, child?
It took him the longest to warm up to you, but gradually, he decided he liked you. It was a mix of working on his childhood trauma and Bruce swearing you would be forever forbidden from being Robin. (And the look of awe you gave him when he picked you up for the first time, but he'll never admit that.)
Damian is a bit surprised you can't even hold a sword now that you're two; he knew it wasn't really a thing outside of the league to train babies on fighting, but he had assumed a toddler would be able to at least balance their weight when holding a kata—
"Damian! Stop giving weapons to your little sibling!" Damian just scoffed at Bruce's screech but took it away anyway.
"We'll start with something smaller next time." You nodded happily at him.
It was 2:59 am. when they found you outside. The warmth of your body fading as you lay motionless on the ground. Your body bruised and beaten almost beyond recognition. Your costume torn, exposing parts of your body to the cold January night. The mask you wore slowly peeling from your face. Blood pouring from your body as the Gotham rain washes it away.
You were only 16 when you died.
A funeral was held a few days later. Soon after, a version of your costume stands next to Jason's never to be worn again.
The world continues to move on.
Battles were fought. New people came into your family's lives. They found love. They continued to save the world all while you lay in the ground, body slowly being reclaimed by the earth.
The world didn't need you to exist.
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It's 2:48 pm. When Dick walks into the coffee shop. A case between black market dealers in Gotham and Blüdhaven keeping him here longer than it should have. He places his order and waits off to the side, scrolling through his phone.
“Hi- can I please get a uh.”
That voice is familiar. Someone he went to school with, or maybe an old acquaintance? But when he looks up, he sees you, or at least someone that looks just like you. But the more he stares, the more he's sure it's you. Your features have rounded out and matured slightly, and you've grown a little bit taller, but it is you he's sure of it.
How? How are you standing in front of him? How are you standing in front of him with not a single scar on you? When they found your body, your face was almost beaten beyond recognition. Even with numerous surgeries, there should have still been some scarring something that showed what you have gone through, but there is none.
You finish giving the barista your order and walk over to wait close by him. He can get a closer look at the work ID hanging around your neck and make a note of the details.
He has to tell the others about this.
That through some miracle you're alive.
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Note: Based on this post I made. May make more may not. Also it's kinda late so ignore any typos
Villain/villainess reader who woke up in the reader's body, mad confused
Villain/villainess reader being the smart person they are, observes their current situation instead of panicking
Villain/villainess reader who was absolutely FURIOUS when their lifestyle went from being a spoiled royal of a prosperous and rich empire to a…billionaire…oh the horror
Villain/villainess reader who did not know how to completely function in the modern era, catching Alfred's attention
Alfred, who immediately noticed the different behavior of the reader
How they’re more irritable and rude, having a whole different attitude from their usual quiet and reserved self
Villain/villainess reader who treated Alfred as a servant rather than a family member like they used to
Villain/villainess reader who does not take anyone’s crap and even threw a cup of hot tea on Jason’s face after being a total asshole to them in front of everyone at the dinner table
Villain/villainess reader who grew up being pampered by the emperor out of their 45 siblings (perks of being the child of a deeply favored concubine)
Villain/villainess reader who soon took over their grade in Gotham Academy, having everyone bow down to them
Villain/villainess reader who does NOT take any form of disrespect or backhanded compliments
Villain/villainess reader who WILL find everything about the person from anything little to big just pray to god that they don’t find anything that’s life ruining or something that can get you to be ostracized by your peers/society
Because if they do don’t be surprised if rumors start floating around about you or articles/videos about it
Villain/villainess reader who sold one of Damian’s pets after he annoyed them with his presence
Villain/villainess reader who anonymously sent a picture of Barbra and dick kissing to Kori the day before their wedding (btw I HATE THAT THEY MADE DICK A CHEATER THANK GOD THEY DIDN’T MAKE IT CANNON)
Leading to dick staying at the manor for few months while begging Kori to forgive him
Villain/villainess reader who gifted Jason a crow bar for Christmas just because
Villain/villainess reader who turned off the electricity during a import virtual work meeting while also changing the WiFi password
Villain/villainess reader who cut some of the thread off Cassandra’s ballet costume causing it to rip open during a live performance
Villain/villainess reader who sabotages their siblings from becoming the heir of the Wayne enterprise
Villain/villainess reader maxes out all of the credits cards given to them spending it on luxury items and goods to flaunt
Villain/villainess reader who goes to parties every other day to drink and gamble
Villain/villainess reader who runs the social circle in high society with an iron fist
Batfamily who is appalled at the reader's new personality and how much they’ve changed over night
And went to every doctor in the city to see what’s wrong before they went to Zatanna
Zatanna then informed them that the souls to OG reader and Villain/villainess reader were switched
Cut to Everyone freaking out and trying to research every magic book or anything to get you back
Bruce who promises to spend time with you every day 24/7
Dick planning on having more brother and sibling dates to reconnect after so many years
Jason buying books for you to read together after getting you back
Tim putting tracking devices everywhere from your cloths, bag, shoes, to jewelry and even going as far as putting small cameras up in your room
Damian making multiple portraits of you after noticing you had none
Cassandra makings invites for you in future to attend her ballet performance
Stephanie wanting to have more sleepovers with you after everything
Duke who already treated you well, but felt guilty for not address the negligence and instead keeping you for himself
Batfam who is willing to fight any entity to get you back to your original body
Meanwhile OG reader is being pampered by everyone basking in all the attention that they’ve been starved off 
✶⋆.˚ platonic yandere!batfam x precognition gn!reader
precognition!reader who has the power of future vision, not knowing how they were born with it.
precognition!reader who can tell when an event will happen, but whatever they do, they can't seem to prevent it from happening no matter how hard they try.
precognition!reader who feels hopeless—predicting the deaths of the people around them, trying to warn them in hopes they could change the future, but alas, the future seems to be set in stone.
precognition!reader who feels like the grim reaper: a walking visionary who can see people's deaths. After many repeated attempts, they just learn to shut up and walk past; what good does warning people do if none of it works?
Yet it all happened so quickly: a new vision. New people, people who they barely recognized. The Flying Graysons. A circus accident, flying in the air like Icarus flying too close to the sun. An orphan, the sole survivor of the family.
In the corner of precognition!reader's eye, they could spot Bruce Wayne—the billionaire of Gotham. Watching, waiting, as if considering something. They don't know what happened in them; the spark that suddenly jolted their hand in writing the letter. Maybe it was the pity they felt for the small child, but they asked—begged Bruce to adopt the poor boy. They didn't mention his name specifically, keeping it as broad as possible.
When Bruce first received the letter, he categorized it as fan mail, brow raised as his eyes skimmed through precognition!reader's pleas. Another delusional fan letter he threw away, nothing new.
Yet when the events that precognition!reader predicted played out right before his eyes, his heart stopped beating for just a moment. A sudden harsh wind of déjà vu hitting him as he remembers precognition!reader's warning.
So, he did as he was told and adopted the boy.
Does he regret it? No. But he waits, waits for another letter—perhaps explaining the sudden urgency and why precognition!reader wrote to him, or perhaps, who this mysterious letter was from. In his mind, he doubted it; maybe it was just a coincidence? Yet the events they predicted seemed to line up too well, even if a little vague.
precognition!reader who gets visions before Batman and Robin patrol, knowing how the whole fight sequence would play out before the two even started moving.
precognition!reader who knows that Bruce Wayne is Batman, and the child they convinced Bruce to adopt, Dick Grayson, is Robin. They watch Dick Grayson grow up, under the new alias Nightwing, and they watch as he starts to inch away from Bruce, growing distant.
precognition!reader who gets another vision: a boy stealing a car tire from the Batmobile. Another poor boy who was doing all he can just to get by.
precognition!reader who decides to write another letter: "Adopt him."
Two words. Two words were all it took for Bruce to start getting suspicious: just who are they? Why were they sending him these letters? The paranoia creeps into his mind.
He needs to investigate.
As he's about to get into the Batmobile, he sees him: Jason Todd.
And once more, he does as he's told. He doesn't know why. How did they know? Why were they doing this?
precognition!reader hearing articles about Bruce's new kid. A new Robin with Batman—they weren't sure if that was a good thing or a bad thing.
precognition!reader who gets a terrifying vision: there lies Robin bleeding as the Joker holds a crowbar in his hand, torturing the poor boy. Precognition!reader heart quickens as they watch Bruce cradle Jason, dead in his arms, blood running across his whole body.
precognition!reader who knows they're unable to prevent it, but can hopefully lessen the pain Bruce would go through.
As Bruce checks the new letter, five letters haunt him to his very core:
"It's not your fault, Bruce."
And as he cradles a dying Jason Todd in his hands, his mind repeats those very same words like a broken record player: It's not your fault, Bruce. It's not your fault, Bruce. It's not your fault, Bruce. It's not your fault, Bruce.
He spirals into madness reading the letter over and over again, spending his time analyzing every single detail. The handwriting, the parchment of paper used, the pen that was used.
precognition!reader who was smart enough to use gloves, unable to be tracked for now.
Bruce searched the return address. A random location for every single letter, no correlation whatsoever.
When Bruce first found Tim, he initially thought he was the one who wrote the letters, based on the way he accurately predicted Bruce's alter ego.
Though, he soon found out his intuition was wrong when he received the next letter:
"He's not me."
He felt as if he was going mad. He didn't show it, but he was frustrated.
precognition!reader who weaseled through Bruce's fingers like falling sand for so many years—who seemed to have omniscient knowledge based on the letters he was being sent.
Working with his new Robin, he tried to figure out the identity of the mysterious writer.
precognition!reader who stops writing to Bruce.
Bruce starts to gets paranoid. Tim is also intrigued by precognition!reader, and Dick has heard tidbits of them from the small amount of times he would visit.
Even when Jason gets resurrected, precognition!reader refrains from sending a letter, deciding to shake the family off their tail.
For a while, precognition!reader stayed low, up until Bruce and the rest of the family forgot about their existence. They focused on themselves despite the many visions they seemed to get every day—for some reason, it was all centered around Bruce again.
precognition!reader who gets a vision of a random child. Black hair, what seemed to be Arabic roots. They had no idea who this random child was. He didn't seem to be in any innate danger, only training intensively for something they weren't able to make out, so they ignored the vision, thinking nothing of it.
precognition!reader who soon places the puzzle pieces together. The child they were watching was the child of Bruce Wayne.
precognition!reader who decides to write one final letter—their fatal mistake:
"Take care of him."
And just like Bruce expected, he adopted a new son, Damian Wayne. Yet, unlike all the other adoptions, this one was different: he was now dead set on finding who precognition!reader was, the rest of the family involved.
They each scouted their own little sections, Damian scouting with Bruce. They all wanted to meet precognition!reader—the mysterious letter writer who predicted their whole lives before it even happened. They all felt some sort of connection with them despite barely even knowing them.
precognition!reader who goes MIA, much to the dismay of Bruce, and it seemed permanent this time.
Tim who analyzes precognition!reader's final letter very carefully. He analyzed the letters; it was written with a fountain pen. He traced the handwriting carefully with his index finger before scrolling through a database of people in Gotham with similar handwritings.
The way precognition!reader would write a specific letter, or how the words slightly tilted down as they wrote without the red guideline commonly on red notebook sheets. He spent countless nights comparing, reading, testing.
precognition!reader who receives a chilling new vision:
precognition!reader, tied up in the Wayne Manor's kitchen, with Bruce affectionately petting their head, whispering "Welcome home."
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had this idea in my head for a while. Don't worry anon!!! Im still working on your fic, I think I'll finish it by tomorrow teehee
pairings: batfam x wayne!reader, ft. hal jordan
summary: you decided to handle the gifts this year in hopes of taking off some pressure off your brother's shoulders. You take your boyfriend Hal along for the fun, and everything goes smoothly… until it doesn't
a/n: making reader Damian's favourite>>>>
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Both you and Hal knew shopping for gifts for anyone in your family won't be an easy task. Your brother has enough money to buy everything he or his kids could want after all.
To make things easier for yourself, you had asked everyone to write a letter 'to Santa' with things they want, no matter if it's something silly. To ensure they actually go with it, you threaten that every person who fails to write anything will receive the ugliest sweater as their gift.
So far things had been going rather well, some things making more sense than others, and only one person didn't write a letter.
"Alright, so we have the jumper with whatever-that-character-is Duke asked for, daggers as earrings for Cass, limited edition classic novels for Jason, matching sweaters for Dick and Haley, a questionable set of items for Tim and the world's ugliest Christmas sweater for Bruce." You recount the purchases you made, looking over the bags Hal put on one of the benches in the mall. "What does this leave us with?"
"Damian and Alfred" Hal reads out the names on the envelopes, taking Damian's and opening it. "Damian should be easier, right? You mentioned he likes arts; maybe he wants…" Hal's voice drifts off as he reads Damian's wishes.
"Love? What is it?" You asked, looking over Hal's shoulder to read the letter.
Dear Santa,
I do not wish for much this holidays, my Father provides me with everything I need. You can make sure that Green Lantern stays away from (name), he irritates me with hogging all of their time. That's something Father seems to not be able to do, so I shall try my luck with you.
— Damian
You giggle, covering your mouth to try and hide it.
"Do I really hog all your time?" Hal questioned, looking at you with tight brows and a pout to his lips.
"No, love, it just…" You cleared your throat to stop laughing. "You know how Damian is."
"Yeah, well that doesn't help with his gift." Hal sighed, picking up one of the bags to make space for himself on the bench.
"I know. Why don't we look for stuff for Alfred and worry about him later, hm?" You suggested taking Alfred's envelope.
"Worry later? You better not break up with me after I drag all these bags to the car," Hal gasped, his palm on his chest.
You shrugged, giggling as you started to walk away.
"Hey! Don't do that! It's not funny!" Hal jumps from the bench, grabbing the bags to run after you.
You turn around, cupping Hal's cheeks and leaving a peck on his lips.
"I'd never do that," you reassure him, and Hal smiles. "I still need someone to help me bring them to my apartment."
The smile on Hal's lips fell. You giggled, grabbing his arm to walk towards another store. Before you two made it, an idea came to Hal's mind.
"You haven't told your family yet?" He asked, slowing down. "About, you know," he gestured towards your palm.
"No, not yet." You shook your head before tilting it. "Why…?"
"We could tell them as a part of Damian's gift." Hal grinned, picking up the pace. "We can be like, 'Congrats, we're no longer dating,' and when everyone gasps and he gets that stupid grin on his face, we can be like, 'We're engaged!'"
"I'm not making our engagement part of Damian's gift," you roll your eyes. "If it was Bruce we would be talking about, then yes, but not Damian; he's a sweet kid."
Hal scoffs, biting his tongue from suggesting you have your taste buds checked out if you believe he's sweet.
I wanna see some Batfam × Batsib fics where the MC takes care of all the bats in the bat cave and no one knows about it because they assume Alfred does it or that the bats take care of themselves. And then one day the MC gets into an argument with someone and 🔥𝘛𝘌𝘕 𝘛𝘏𝘖𝘜𝘚𝘈𝘕𝘋 𝘍𝘜𝘊𝘒𝘐𝘕 𝘉𝘈𝘛𝘚🔥 come out from no where to protect MC.
The idea of neglected! Batsib taking to stardom like a fish to water is always funny to entertain. Many people humor it but none have taken the angle that usually appears in my mind so I wanted to give it a shot.
The Batfam doesn't explicitly ignore Batsib. Most of the time. Batsib is a civilian and either they don't want Batsib to know about their vigilante mess or it feels awkward to talk about it around Batsib since they aren't involved. The Batfam have their civilian identities to keep up with alongside the vigilante stuff so they're pretty busy. They don't mean to blow off Batsib when they offer plans or forget when they suggest ideas, it just happens!
Eventually, Batsib stops trying to spend time with their family outright. They don't beg to be around them, but they don't decline stuff like family outings or family movie nights either— they just have to be invited and they'll show up.
Batsib turns to social media out of boredom. Batsib starts making posts; I imagine it's mostly makeup and fashion. They develop a following rather quickly. They're a Wayne (biologically and/or legally), so they're a bit of a micro celebrity just from their association to their family, but it quickly grows beyond that.
Batsib started getting actual modeling gigs eventually. I like to picture they do editorial photoshoots (kinda like the kind kpop idols do), with beautiful visuals and interesting outfits. Maybe Batsib gets into acting aswell.
Batsib goes viral semi-frequently, because of their modeling, social media, sometimes just because they're a Wayne doing something different, or because they're serving cunt in an interview or something.
The Batfam finds out eventually, seeing something online relating to them and fall into a spiral learning more. I like the idea of them being a little unhinged about it but not outright yanderes yk.
The Batfam come to find that Batsib has a handful of celebrity friends and regularly leave Gotham to either visit said friends or for work. Batfam also find out that Batsib has their own penthouse... when did they even move out?
The thing is, I imagine it might be hard for Batsib to cut off their family completely and they even miss their family sometimes, so even though they've moved out, they regularly come back to the Manor to stay the weekend. Heaven knows how bad they all are about making plans and following through with them, Batsib is convinced that staying at the Manor some nights is the only way to catch a glimpse of their family.
The problem is, even though Batsib wants to be a family with the Batfam, they don't really know how to be one with them anymore (and maybe a small part of them is still resentful about it all).
When they Batfam reach out to connect with Batsib, they are decidedly unmoving. They do not lean into or anyway from the attention they are given from their family. Partly because they don't know how to react, partly because they're convinced that it will pass so there's no point in trying make a big deal of it.
Batsib who agrees to any plans the Batfam make with them, but also gets surprised when they actually show up.
Batsib who talks cordially with the Batfam but is selective with the information they share.
Batsib who let's their siblings crash at their apartment whenever just because it's nice to have them close without having to go all the way to the manor to spend the night (especially with Dick and Jason since the don't live there it's rarer to see them).
Batsib who keeps the Batfam at arm's length, not quite letting them closer but unable to let go entirely.
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Holy yapfest... I kinda just hit new post and just started typing and this is what I spat out, enjoy. Idc if it's nonsensical !!!!
