I'd love to see more batsis! who is protective of her brothers.
Damian's the one she's fiercest about. Not because he can't take care of himself, because he's literally a trained assassin, of course he can! Still, that's her little brother and she jumps to his defense the moment anyone at the Academy bullies him even if he's embarrassed
Dick, who loves to play the protective big brother can't compete with the level of anger his younger sister has when she sees him get hurt during patrol one night, directly attacking the rogue without hesitation
Jason doesn't act as if he cares much about family, which is why it comes to a surprise when the new adoptee he's barely given the time of day is defending his choices in front of Bruce. One day you nearly give him a heart attack after Joker escapes Arkham and he catches you trying to sneak out and confront him all because of what had happened to Jason
Tim never expected you to care so much until one day some bigot at a WE press conference makes a snide remark about his boyfriend, and you lose any bit of professional composure left, telling the idiot exactly what you think of him in front of the cameras
Duke, that always was a brother and friend in your eyes, lets it slip one of his teachers has been treating him unfairly at the Academy only for him to find them fired the next week, with all their credentials ruined from a certain anonymous investigator's tip
i love reading about batsis so here are some headcanons (some common and some based on my experience growing up with pretty much all guys lolol)
part 2 is now up!
- batsis! who isn’t a vigilante and is more focused on being a civilian, post-grad and maybe helping in a branch of wayne enterprises
- but that doesn’t stop her from worrying about her family all of the time
- batsis! who has bruce and alfred wrapped around her finger bc she was the first girl
- batsis! who has a metal credit card with a ridiculous limit (gold-colored, ofc)
- she just taps it on the counter to annoy the brothers
- *ding* *ding* *ding*
- dick: “you’re awful.”
- batsis! who is the media darling in gotham’s elite
- but also batsis! who doesn’t make that her whole life
- she knows how to deal with interviews and questions but never lets any attention get to her head.
- the family finds it kind of eerie that she can smile and give a perfect answer to a reporter and then turn and subtlety scold tim to fix his sloppy tie in that quiet, even tone of hers the second the cameras are turned.
- batsis! who is the oldest sister and is only younger than dick
- she came into the family some years after him but before jason
- batsis! with weird humor. like those videos that look like they’re recorded on a samsung toaster? you just hear her laugh from her room at like 2 am.
- batsis! who always loves encouraging togetherness with movie nights and girls nights and coffee shop trips.
- batsis! who doesn’t take crap from her brothers. (bc sisters, you shouldn’t)
- she doesn’t care if it’s her older or younger siblings. she’ll straight up tell them if they’re wrong or need to fix something.
- batsis! who tends to take after bruce in not drinking for the same reasons that he does. alfred makes sure the drinks that get to them at galas are simply sparkling cider or sprite or cranberry juice. no one knows the difference, and they just have to make sure to sip them little by little to keep the ruse up.
- she once accidentally finished a “vodka sprite” in less than a minute and the moment of realization two seconds later unfortunately lives in her mind rent-free
- batsis! who eats with her fits at every event she goes to. galas, grand openings, high teas with old gotham’s elite women. just devours.
(literally just saw a dress on depop today that would be so cute for a high tea 😭)
- batsis! who knows how to spar in the name of self-defense and actually loves when she can put a good fight and the guys have to keep up
- batsis! who will crash at her brother’s places randomly just to have a change of pace and spend time with them (and raid their snacks)
dick: what are you doing here
batsis: *sips a soda from the fridge*
batsis: you’re almost out of oreos
- batsis! who is always there to talk with her family if something’s bothering them.
- even if she doesn’t go on patrols, she is no stranger to the dangers they face
- batsis! who will hang out with babs during patrol and occasionally get on comms to bother the others
“can someone bring me a pint of rocky road before you come home”
“can’t you do it yourself?”
“but you’re already out there :(“
- batsis! who loves junk food runs with her siblings at 4 am
- preferably when the speakers are blasting hype music at a super high volume
- and when the car is bruce’s
- batsis! who has the most weird inside jokes with her siblings.
“tinfoil” sends her and stephanie into hysterics and no one gets it
Okay, but instead of neglected! reader in batfam fics, what about batsis! who comes from such a neglectful family before her adoption that Bruce feels warm instead of cold and her old family was so dysfunctional that this messy one feels like the perfect family in comparison?
Imagine a scene something like this:
Batsis!: Do you ever find Bruce...you know, overbearing?
Jason: Don't even get me started...he can be a pain when it comes to training schedules
Batsis!: No, I don't mean that, I mean pays attention too much? Always seeing how you are? Caring...a lot?
Dick: Oh yeah, Bruce, just a bundle of warmth
Jason begins to laugh, mumbling something about Bruce being the worst and it all being a joke until he sees the seriousness on your face. Cass happens to have been listening in while she trained, knowing the feeling all too well...when you've gone without love for so long, Bruce's coldness felt like warmth. Care served on a knife instead of a silver spoon was worth it if you'd starved of it your whole life.
Dick: Wait- you're serious?
Jason: What are you talking about?
Batsis!: Well, last week on patrol after I got hurt he kept asking how I was, and he even checked in on me last night. Plus, when I needed him to sign my permission slip today, he just did! Without complaining or going on about how it would lead to trouble. Yesterday he even let me get some Batburger, and when I thanked him he said it was no big deal! Parents should feed their kids. Not to mention after I won that award last month at the Academy he hugged me, it was so odd-
The others listen as you rant, all of them realizing what sort of life you must have lived before the manor to find these halls so comforting. that even the bare minimum felt like too much
Dick mutters under his breath something about trauma, and Jason just stares, contemplating what horrors you must have faced before. Cass rests a hand on your shoulder quietly, gaze full of understanding you can't quite comprehend
What sort of life had you faced that this place felt so much more like home?
From now on, all of them would make sure it stayed that way
Okay, but idea where batsis! reader has some sort of chronic illness that takes a turn for the worse, and nothing is helping. Even the best doctors money can buy have no idea what to do and she's staying in pain....The whole fam is scrambling for ideas, anything to help them
Bruce begins considering something he never would- The Lazarus Pit
He doesn't want to, but he's tired of seeing another one of his kids suffer. Damian even tries getting back in contact with the Al Ghul's and Bruce stops him. The others are worried, and unsure what to do
Then the one they never thought to worry about shows up- Jason
After all, even if he swore he was done with this family there was something he saw in batsis! that reminded him of himself. Yes, he knows how painful it is to resurrect, but he also knows how it feels to die, and he won't let her feel that if it's up to him
Weeks later, you arrive back at the manor's doorstep, looking just like your older brother with that pale streak in your hair and nothing will ever be the same
tw: PTSD, themes of classism, trauma, angst, batsis! is metahuman, batsis! was in a lab, panic attack
Note: Wrote this because I rarely see any fics focused on batsis and Alfred's bond, despite how many batfam fics highlight it, and also because of the heavy classism themes some of the early comic book writers included
Summary: Alfred decides it time you begin learning how to act like a proper Wayne before the upcoming gala, but things don't go as planned
Spending your weekend taking etiquette lessons was not exactly your idea of a fun way to spend an afternoon, but Alfred has insisted it was vital before your debut at the upcoming gala.
“Alfred, we’ve been at this for over two hours!” you groaned, slumping into the dining table chair. “Who cares what fork I use? They’re both forks! Just pick one!” For the past few hours, Alfred had been giving you his etiquette lessons, and he was a difficult teacher. Things had become a blur of appropriate small talk topics, to correct posture, and holding a napkin correctly.
“Miss, I suggest that you take this more seriously,” Alfred insisted in a stern tone, “When you are at the gala, you are not only representing yourself, but the Waynes. You’ll become the face of a business, a family, and a legacy. Those may look like just forks to you, but the other guests will notice a mistake.”
“So what if they do? It’s not a crime!”
The butler stiffened, narrowing his eyes, “You’re going to have to understand that you’re living in a new world now. Being a Wayne means you’re at the top, and that puts a target on your back. The upper class can be very scrutinizing, and they just need to find one crack to break you for good.”
With a sigh, he adjusted his gloves, “Trust me, I’ve seen plenty of scandals from your father in his youth. I’m an expert at handling them, but I’d prefer not to be involved in raising another child whom I have to constantly clean up after. I may be a butler, but I would rather handle literal dust.”
Rolling your eyes, you scoffed, “It’s not like I’m going to date a model or get caught drunk at a red carpet event.”
“What’s the point of all these lessons anyway?” you asked, not hiding your annoyance. “Sure, maybe I’ve never been to a fancy gala before, but it’s not like I’m an idiot.”
Alfred smiled, “These lessons are simply to soften your sharper edges, Miss. In which, yours are quite sharp.”
Grumpling, you mumbled, “I like my edges sharp.”
“Speak clearly, but not too loudly so others can hear you,” Alfred responded before putting a hand on your shoulder, forcing you upright again. “Now use proper posture, as instructed.”
In a fake British accent, you asked, “Oh, are we going to have the tea and biscuits, next, sir? Will Lord Dublin be here this afternoon?”
“I’d prefer you drop that very unconvincing accent and get back to paying attention,” he said in an offended tone, “Tim had mastered most of these things within the hour.”
“Well, I wasn’t raised in a mansion,” you retorted. “If you wanna know how to find the cheapest pizza joint in Gotham, I can tell you that! I’m a master at it.”
“The way you were raised is no excuse. Excuses will mean nothing once you’re face to face with hosting guests. Now repeat back to me the basic rules of conversation.”
“Stick to small talk, always smile and nod, ask about their hobbies, and never bring up politics or a scandal,” you listed off.
“Excellent!” Alfred beamed, “Now what do we do if someone says something we disagree with?”
“Find a natural course to change the subject, or compliment the venue,” you answered. “What if they say something really stupid? Like the Earth is flat?”
“Simply avoid the topic altogether. Avoiding topics means avoiding conflicts.”
“So you want me to act like an idiot?” you asked, “I thought this was a manners lesson, not how to agree with idiots 101.”
Alfred stared at you with offense before adding in a cold tone, “Stop acting like a child and pay attention! Do you realize the stakes that are here? Your first gala leaves an impression on exactly who you are. Miss, you are on the brink of being a part of history, and you don’t even realize it. You’re a Wayne now, so act like it!”
Words floated back to your mind, from someone long ago- one of the researchers who had run so many experiments.
“You’re a weapon! Now act like it!” Even now, you could feel the burn on your cheek from where his hand had connected while you refused to blindly take orders, no matter how much pain it brought. Keeping some sense of yourself had been worth it, for the sake of defying them.
Lights flickered overhead. “Miss, you may want to calm down,” Alfred began in a worried tone, noticing the signs of your abilities.
Instead, you no longer could hear Alfred any longer, and his face had morphed into a monster of your past. Trying to catch your breath, you gasped for air.
A clatter echoed off the halls, ringing a deeper, more hollow sound as the plate and dinnerware shattered on the pristine floor.
“Miss!” he exclaimed, staring at the now broken plates. “This is no way to act-”
“Why? Because I’m some freak?!” you snapped, getting up from your seat. “Are you embarrassed of me? Is that it?” Before he could answer, you stormed off towards your room, slamming the door behind you.
Night had fallen, casting its perpetual shadow over Gotham by the time you heard a soft knock at the door.
“Come in,” you muttered, huddled up on your bed and nearly regretting being too stubborn to eat dinner.
Alfred stood at the door, stoic as ever with a tray in hand.
“Sorry my posture isn’t perfect,” you mumbled sarcastically, turning away as to not face him. “Are you here to tell me how messed up my room is now?”
Alfred cleared his throat, “While your room’s status is less than ideal, that is not why I am here.” He went on, with a hint of guilt in his tone, “I brought you your dinner. I’ll leave it here, if you wish.”
There was a pause, before he went on, “I suppose I was harsh with you earlier. My apologies.” Getting an apology out of Alfred was like getting oil and water to mix. That old, deeprunning pride often got in his way.
Reluctantly, you rolled over and noticed he had specifically made your favorite tonight, along with a small slice of cake at the side. In Alfred’s pride-filled way, this was an apology. While touching, you still had your own pride you were in no mood to swallow.
“I’m not hungry,” you responded, sitting back on the bed. With a sigh, Alfred carefully took a seat beside you on the bed.
“You’re nearly as stubborn as your father,” Alfred chided, “Jason was the same as you, you know. When I was giving him the same lesson as you, he got so frustrated he threw a glass at the wall. Told me he felt the same, as if I were ashamed of his past.” Quietly, he added, “I suppose I was a bit too harsh on him as well at times. So was Bruce…we should have done better along the way. I only wished to help you to adjust to society.” With a sigh, he went on, “There comes a time in every man’s life when he must admit to changing his ways, even if he has been stuck in them a long time. It’s what comes with age, and from now on I’ll consider the implications of how my lessons may feel.”
Turning your face to stare at the floor, you muttered with a hint of lingering anger, “That’s how it feels. I get that things are different for me now, but it feels like if I don’t talk a certain way, sit the right way, or even eat the right way…I’m not good enough!” More anger rose, “Trust me, I know those people will never accept me. They’ll never see me as good enough to be a part of their world, no matter how much I try, which is so stupid because I’m a person just like them! We’re all people!” You turned to face the butler, “Do you know what it’s like to have to always work harder? To worry you won’t be able to afford something as simple as the dentist?! To always be less in their eyes?”
Alfred adjusted his gloves, scoffing, “I’d have no idea, I’m only the butler.”
Oh, right. “I guess you do understand then,” you admitted, hugging your knees closer. “I’m sure others don’t exactly see you as part of the family like we do.”
“Maybe not, but I know where I stand and that’s what matters most, and it should with you as well.” Placing a gentle hand on your shoulder, he smiled, warmth in his gaze. “No matter what anyone says, you’re a part of this family, and you are a Wayne, blood or not, and we could never be embarrassed of you. Not to mention a wonderfully strong person. If anyone thinks otherwise, they’re missing out.”
“I’m still mad, but I forgive you,” you said with a shrug. “Everyone in this family is so screwed up anyway it’s not like I’m even the weirdest one here.” Out of all the family, Alfred still felt like the one you could go to the most for some reason. In a way, he was like a grandfather you never had.
A soft laugh escaped him, “You do have a point, Miss.” Alfred stood to leave, but you grabbed the edge of his sleeve. “Could you uh…share the cake with me?” you asked quickly. “I just can’t eat all this, is all.”
Alfred knew otherwise, since for one thing you had a stomach nearly as deep as Jason, and the other was he knew it was about more than the cake. It was about the outburst from before, and the nightmares which lingered. Although, you’d never admit to such a thing, he’d play along. After all, he’d let a man run around in a batsuit to heal his trauma. Eating some cake over tea was nothing.
“Of course, Miss. Let me get us some tea.”
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Summary: After you have some dental work done, you accidentally start slipping every family secret, along with a few other things you wouldn't let past your guarded walls...
One thing about Bruce's training was that everyone was trained to keep their identities a secret under even the worst of circumstances. Torture, Joker Venom, Fear Gas? No matter what, you could not break. Except...Bruce had never stopped to work dental surgery into his plans...
During last night's patrol, you had taken a hard hit to the jaw which had resulted in a chipped tooth. Luckily, having a billionaire as a father meant the best dentists and plastic surgeons at hand at all times, so you had no worries about the damage that had been done. Bruce had set up an appointment immediately, making some excuse about a fight at school, and had you there first thing in the morning.
When your eyes fluttered open, everything felt fuzzy, as if you were walking on cotton candy clouds in a sea of syrup. Thinking was difficult as you tried to gather your bearings.
"Did someone steal my mouth?" you mumbled as a polite voice answered somewhere nearby. "No, we just fixed up that broken tooth of yours."
From the corner, Bruce looked up from his phone, "Thanks again for getting us in early. I'll take her from here."
At the sound of his voice, you tried sitting up, only to feel a wave of dizziness. Reaching out, you called out, "Daddd! Why aren't you a bat right now?"
Immediately, Bruce's eyes widened with alarm, and he stiffened. "Those meds must be kicking in," he cleared his throat. The dentist smiled, "Don't worry, this is common. She'll act strange for the rest of the day. Just make sure to give her plenty of liquids and soft food."
"It's not the meds!" you insisted, nearly falling out of the chair, "Did you know my dad is Batman? He's also very grumpy."
No. No. No. No. NO! Bruce panicked internally, trying to figure out what to do. How could this be the time when you would reveal his identity.
"I have no clue what she's talking about," he cleared his throat, trying to play it off, "Her and her siblings are big fans is all. She's confused."
"I'm not confused!" you rambled on, "And Batgirl's cooler than you are anyway. Did you know my sister is Batgirl? And my brother Dick is Nightwing, and my brother Jason came back from the dead!"
Oh gosh could this get any worse?
Suddenly, the dentist began laughing, "Wow, this by far is the funniest patient I've had yet! I won't forget this one for years. Bruce Wayne is Batman? That's a joke." She turned, "No offense Mr. Wayne, but I think you would agree."
Relief flooded him as he forced a laugh, "No, no offense taken. Batman is far too responsible for my taste, I could never do his job."
"Noooo," you insisted, stumbling along as Bruce guided you through the dental office, "My dad is Batman! And I'm a vigilante too...my brother is Robin, well all of them are kinda Robin..."
By the time you were in the car, you were rambling on about how Bruce needed to come up with a more creative name than Robin and asking why the clouds looked like sheep today.
Alfred opened the door as you stumbled inside, nearly falling face-first onto the pristine floor, "Ah, I see the surgery went well. I've already prepared some softer foods for her to choose from."
"Thanks Mr. British man," you gave him a pat on the shoulder, "I hope you don't go bald."
"Excuse me?"
"She's been like this," Bruce sighed in frustration, "She revealed all of our identities to the dentist, but thankfully they took it as some hallucination formed by the drugs. Just to be safe, I'm going to have Barbara run a scan of any socials where people could be spreading any rumors."
"Let's get you somewhere to lie down," Bruce guided you to one of the parlor rooms, where Dick, Jason, Damian, and Cassandra were all sitting around.
"Look who made it back!" Dick exclaimed, "Seems like someone's on cloud 9."
Bruce led you over to the couch, "Keep an eye on her while I go over the instructions the dentist gave with Alfred, and please, don't let her jump off the manor. She's been going on about flying for the last five minutes."
"You can see the clouds too?" you said in awe, wobbling over to the couch and sitting down next to Cass before falling onto her side, resting your head on her shoulder. Throwing your head back, you said in a shaky voice, "Did you know that birds talk to each other by singing? Do you think they like, hear singing when we talk?"
Suddenly, you wrapped your arms around her, mumbling, "You're the best sister ever, and you're so awesome, and I love you." The others stared in surprise, shocked at the outburst. Usually, you tended to never show affection openly, even if they knew you cared. Somehow this was odder than the talk about clouds.
Cass smiled down at you, noting you weren't lying at all, "We all care for you."
"And I love you alll toooo," you blabbed, throwing your arms out for a giant hug, "I don't deserve such a good family!" Okay, this was definitely out of character. It was as if some other side of you, one buried far beneath all the sarcasm and layers of pain had been revealed for a few moments.
Jason scoffed in the corner, "Yeah, we're such a functional family."
"I never thought I'd have a family," you kept rambling, voice as sincere as it could be through the fogginess of it all. "I know I act all mean sometimes, but I really, really love you all." Now they stared even more, surprised at the confession, considering that on a good day, you actually joined them for movie nights.
"Aww, see? I knew you loved us, little bat," Dick teased, ruffling the top of your head as you tried, and failed, to shove his hand away. "You just act like a giant storm cloud all the time."
"Get away from my gummy bears!" you waved him off, hugging a pillow to your stomach as if it were the said gummy bears in your head. Looks like it was back to nonsense again.
You pointed across the room in an attempt to point at Jason, "I'm going to get you all the Batburgers in the world! No! The universe!" Turning, you pointed at Dick, "You! I hate you!"
"Me?" Dick exclaimed, "What did I do?"
Sniffling, you declared in a voice full of sorrow, "You took my gummy bear! He was just a baby and you took him!" Then you burst into tears. Cassandra gave you a soft pat while Jason was doing everything not to crack up.
"Yeah, Dick, tell us why you kidnapped the gummy bear," he nudged him, "Go on."
Dick shot him a look, "Don't encourage her more, she has good aim."
As if on cue, you threw a pillow directly at Dick's face, which he managed to dodge.
Damian huffed in disapproval, getting up, "I do not have time for this nonsense. I'll be upstairs drawing if anyone needs me."
A few moments later, Alfred arrived with a tray of food in hand when a pillow flew past his head. "What on Earth?" he asked in bewilderment at the scene before him. You were throwing pillows in a general direction as Jason shouted "10 points! Try aiming a bit to the left next time!" Cassandra gave a thumbs up.
Alfred stepped in, grabbing the next pillow before it could be thrown, "Miss, I understand you do not have your wits about you at the moment, but please refrain from throwing pillows. You nearly hit a vase which once belonged to Prussian royalty!"
With a dramatic gasp, you tried grabbing the pillow, nearly falling off the couch. "No! I nearly had him this time!"
"Who?" Alfred asked, trying to mask his amusement at at your antics.
Dick piped up, not bothering to look up from his phone, "She thinks that green curtain over there is the Joker, so she's been trying to get rid of him for the past 15 minutes."
Jason sat back, crossing his arms. "Well at least she was doing more than Bruce," he grumbled, "Personally, I found it very entertaining."
Setting the tray down, Alfred sighed, "I think it's time we get you to bed to get some rest."
"No!" you protested, "I'm five pillows away from getting rid of that clown! What about all the poor gummy bears?!"
"We can save them tomorrow," Alfred helped you to your feet, guiding you out of the room, "You're a very fierce vigilante indeed." After a few steps, you walked into a table before finding your bearings. Everything felt fuzzy, until next thing you knew it you were in your bed, a cozy blanket draped over you.
"Get some rest," Alfred said, tucking the blanket in. A messy smile crossed your face as you whispered in a tired voice, "Thanks...you're the best grandpa."
The butler froze a moment, unsure if he had heard you correctly, "Pardon?"
"Grandpa," you muttered under your breath, "You're like...a very fancy grandpa. You know, I never had a grandpa before. I'm glad my first one is you." Then, you added, "Did I say anything stupid earlier?"
A warm smile crossed his face as he gave you one last reassuring squeeze on the shoulder, "Nothing in the slightest."
Sure, maybe you would forget everything you said by morning, but they would remember.
Instead of neglected reader fics, I'd love to see more batsis! batfam fics include a disabled or chronically ill reader
Instead, this becomes the opposite of neglected reader, since now the whole family has to spare them extra attention
Now suddenly Bruce is having to adjust his usual grueling training regime around flare-ups and adjusting to batsis!'s disability. Never once does he doubt her ability to be a hero like the others, but he's suddenly having to consider things he never did before while raising someone
Suddenly they're leaving galas early due to flare-ups
Press conferences are exhausting for reader and he has to create new schedules for them at Wayne enterprises to accommodate
During patrols, he's suddenly having to consider so many extra variables
Alfred brings tea and food when they're bedridden
Villains and criminals underestimate reader until they're proven very wrong
Injuries heal differently
Damian is determined to help them train like anyone else
Jason who pretends to care less about the fam is suddenly ultra protective
Cassandra knows how it feels to be different
Babs understands more than anyone
Steph, Duke, and Dick are more than supportive
The whole batfam gets angry when the press has a few new things to say about a certain vigilante's abilities or when the media begins picking on Bruce Wayne's daughter
It's just a thought and something that would be nice to see in more fics
Okay, so I know a lotta batfam fics, especially neglected! reader ones, have a lot of angst in them...but may I present a list of fluffy ideas to put in your fics instead
★ Helping each other out during injury recovery
★ Pranks during patrols
★ Family movie nights/ game nights
★ Sleepovers with the batgirls
★ If one of his kids gets injured, hurt, or is just exhausted after patrol Bruce doesn't mind carrying them back
★ As a symbol of comfort or protectiveness, Bruce uses his cape to cover his kids as a shield
★ Same concept, but using it as a blanket instead
★ At galas, everyone tries to find new ways to annoy the socialites
★ Eating Batburger or other takeout on the rooftops
★ Doing TikTok/ social media trends together
★ Birthdays/ Holidays/ Or other events
★ Dick using cheesy puns and nicknames
★ Even if he's not the best at it, Bruce actually showing some sort of emotion or affection from time to time. Let him actually hug his kids guys
★ Alfred having tea with batsis! while she spills tea from classes and he listens/ gives advice
★ Video games together get wildly competitive amongst everyone
