Okay, Batsis reader. Right? On board? This is around the time when y/n has given up the nightlife and hasn't detached herself from the family.
I'm gonna go off the wall and say what if the family was visited by y/n's child from the future? I know it sounds crazy, but please listen. The family could run a DNA test or the child could walk up to Bruce in broad daylight and whisper, "Hello, flying rodent".
They won't reveal their name, so they're just called V.
During their time there Dick would be so tempted to ask about the future. Maybe not things specifically about his life because he knows they can't answer questions like that. But he'll ask just stupid questions like do cats have jetpacks or something? He'd also try to get to know his nephew. What they like, personality, etc.
Tim and Bruce would be poking at them on how they got here. Though Bruce probably had to take a moment to crack a smile for a split second. He was going to be a grandpa one day and the thought made him tear up. It's just happy news all around for him but he wouldn't dare show it.
Damian would be observing them closely and taking note of their outfit which looked to be something a hero would wear. Making him wonder what kinda of hero they were and if they were any good at fighting. Both Jason and Barbara just stood back from the situation. Babs is still in a bit of shock but is happy to hear that y/n was able to gain the domestic lifestyle she wanted.
y/n's child gives them a gist of how ended up here without giving names. Dick would notice V glancing around the cave and offer to give them a tour. They except of course. He takes note of how V doesn't seem into small talk but asks a lot of questions. The whole family picks up on how X asks a lot of questions about y/n. Their mother. It's odd and a bit worrying to Bruce, but the others just think that y/n didn't talk too much about her time as Batgirl.
Everything is relatively calm until y/n walks into the Batcave for her laptop. V's calm, almost stoic mood is dropped. Tim and Bruce see how V almost took a step forward, but reluctantly stood still. How V started rapidly blinking their eyes and struggling to look at y/n.
Dick would probably zoom up to y/n with a big smile, "Hey, Mama bird, did you get the diapers?" And y/n just gives him a confused, maybe even sacred look.
Everything is going fine. The family is working together on getting them to their time. Cool, yeah, whatever.
But what if there's just something that triggers V. It could be something that was said or asked that leads V and y/n to argue. It's not even arguing. It's just V spilling out grievances about their father and kind of insulting y/n.
"I can't believe you'd still defend him even before you met him. How rich."…"You didn't plan me, but Dad did and you were somehow okay with it? I was only there to keep you down, but what about the other two? Did you love them more because Dad didn't plan them?"…"Dad may have cared about you, but not us. You weren't a monster like him, but letting him get away with so much makes you just as guilty."…"You're both broken people. Maybe you two are meant to be."
V storms off and y/n retreats to her room. Everyone is dumbstruck by this sudden revolution.
Eventually, V does apologize to y/n. When she awkwardly accepts, they get misty-eyed because they really didn't mean to say any of that. They know how she doesn't take the apology, not entirely, and they feel like shit. They do care about their mom, despite all that they said.
When it's almost time for V to return back to the future they pull the whole family aside. Excluding y/n so she won't hear what they're going to say.
"As you guessed my Dad wasn't the best. Mom never talked about any of you and with Dad being a villain I could understand why. He's not a good person in general. Mom deserved better, so this time around try doing a better job. Don't let her slip away or be taken away. If I'm born then you know you failed."
This resonates with the family and brings up questions that won't be answered anytime soon. I could see this leading the family to become yandere or overprotective. Either one is fine because their efforts are futile.
If going down the Yandere route then I could see them becoming so overbearing that y/n runs from them. They control her life. Who she talks to, where she goes, what she does. She can't live like this and she runs away when given the chance.
If going down the protective route then it's slightly better than the Yandere one. At least in terms of their relationship. They pay extra attention to her and check up on her regularly until one day she just disappears.
In each route, They'd keep a close eye on any guy that has similar physical features (ex: hair, eyes). Since V has stated they look more like their father. When she does go missing they'll search high and low for her, but there isn't anything that would locate where she is. Her disappearance keeps them up at night for many years until a vaguely familiar person visits the manor.
They awkwardly introduce themself, "Hi, my name is..."
They failed.
If anyone wants to write about this idea then go ahead. Doesn't even have to be the Batfamily. I won't write about it unless asked. I'm just not married to the idea. It almost 2 in the morning I need sleep.
Just a silly thought I needed to share for absolutely no reason, close ur eyes & imagine Bruce updating his contingency plans and for the batfamily he just adds "using Alfred or bat-daughter as hostages is an excellent way to distract and disable them." I dunno why, but I can't stop smiling just imaging Kevin Conroy talking about ways to use Alfred and batsis to immobilize his other kids meanwhile said duo are in the corner like: 😀🙂 "we're in danger." "Most definitely, inequitably." lol🤭
could i request 23 for tim and batsis please? your writings for tim and damian are so cute TT thank you so much!!!!
BATSIS TAKING CARE OF HER SIBLINGS SUPREMACY!
23. Carrying the other one in their arms
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“Baby boy,” she grunted, heaving the sluggish teen into her arms. “You are not a box of feathers, I hope you know that.”
Tim giggled almost deliriously and given that he was sleep deprived some seventy-two hours, he probably was. “I’m a hundred-and-twenty-five pounds of pure muscle.”
“Really? I couldn’t tell?” she held him, one arm under his knees, the other under his shoulders, and it only took Tim two seconds of understanding he wasn’t comfortable in that position to reposition himself where he was latched onto her back like a koala, legs around her waist, arms wrapped around her shoulders, chin propped on her shoulder. She blinked. “Are you comfortable now?”
“Mhm,” he muttered as she took hold of his thighs and hefted him up, starting their journey from the living room to more than likely her bedroom because she knew if she took him to his, he’d whine and beg to sleep in her bed. “Sis, do you love me?”
She rolled her eyes. “I’m literally carrying you to bed, Timmy. What do you think?”
“Just makin’ sure,” he replied, nuzzling into her neck. “‘m always worried you don’t.”
Pausing at the mirror at the base of the stairs, she shook her shoulder. “Look at me.” He did and she stared straight into his eyes. “Timothy Jackson Wayne, you are my baby brother. I love you more than life itself. Do not ever doubt that I don’t love you, understand?” Tim’s expression turned solemn, but she could see the tears in his eyes and he nodded mutely; she winked and offered him an easy smile. “Now come on, it’s time to go to bed, baby boy.”
“Baby bird,” he muttered. “Wanna be baby bird when Damian isn’t around.”
She laughed quietly. “Alright, baby bird. It’s time for bed.”
Requested by Anon - Saw that requests were open and I thought of a cute batfam imagine. Reader is a single mom with a newborn baby girl and surprises the boys by coming home for Christmas and Alfred helped decorate the living room and reader helped cook and basically spend her baby's first Christmas with her family and Bruce and the boys get all emotional or something💝 also Happy Christmas!🥰
Author’s Note - This request came in on Christmas Day, so I thought I’d squeeze it in. Sorry, it’s late.
***
Alfred smiled, watching the boys and Cass set up the living room for the holidays. He didn’t get to decorating himself this year, but it was a good activity to keep the rest of the family busy and out of the kitchen while he prepared Christmas Eve dinner.
When he passed Bruce’s office, he paused to see Bruce inside with his face in his hands. He was holding the photo of you and your newborn baby girl that you had posted on social media a few days ago. It was a joyous occasion, the birth of his first grandchild. Of course instead of being happy, Bruce chose to sulk at the fact he didn’t even know you were pregnant. He also started investigating to find out who the father was when he found out you were going to be a single mother.
Alfred shook his head and kept walking toward the kitchen. He hoped Master Bruce didn’t ruin this new peace between you and the family. The phone rang once he was inside the kitchen. He picked it up quickly, smiling as he knew who it was. “Hello, Wayne residence?”
“Alfred, it’s me.” He smiled at the sound of your voice. “I was wondering if you could send someone to get us. My car broke down and now we’re at a gas station where we got towed to.” You sighed. Alfred frowned at the strain in your voice. “I know me showing up was supposed to be surprise, but I...well...I can’t really afford a ride there.”
“Of course, Miss (Y/N). What is the address?” He picked up a pen, writing it down as you told him. “Are you in a warm and safe place?”
The baby fussed softly on your end. “Yeah, we’re fine. I’m inside the gas station with a cup of hot chocolate.” You laughed softly. “Thank you, Alfred. I’ll see you soon.”
“I love you, Miss (Y/N). I’ll have one of the boys there soon.” He hung up the phone and left the kitchen to go the the main family room. The tree was up, and most were decorating the tree. Jason was sitting on the couch, watching them. Alfred smiled, coming over to place a hand on Jason’s shoulder. Jason tensed, sensing he was just volunteered for something. “Master Jason, come with me please.”
The others laughed. “Shut up.” Jason growled, getting to his feet and following Alfred out of the room. “What’s up, Alfie? Need my help in the kitchen?”
“No, Master Jason.” Alfred handed Jason the address. “Take one of the cars, go to this address and pick up something for me.”
Jason frowned, eyeing the address. “Okay? Can I take any car?”
“Anything is fine. Be back in an hour at the most.” Alfred shooed Jason away. “Call me if you have any questions.”
“Right.” Jason left. Alfred smiled before going into the kitchen. They’ll still be surprised, even if it wasn’t the way you and he originally planned.
***
Jason pulled into the gas station. He checked his phone on the dashboard. The address was right, but what did Alfred need from a gas station?
He parked the Audi in one of the parking spots outside and grabbed his phone. Frowning, he got out to look around.
“Jason?” He tensed, spinning to find you standing in the doorway of the gas station with a big smile on your face. “Hi.”
“(Y/N)?” A wave of pure joy washed over him as he ran to hug you. He spun you around, making you laugh. “Why are you here? Where’s my niece?”
“She’s inside.” You sighed once he set you down. “I was coming today as a surprise, but then my car broke down and we got stuck here.” He led you back inside when you shivered. Your baby was in her carrier, still fast asleep on the table you were sitting at while you waited.
Jason peeked inside at her. “Look at you, princess.” He whispered softly, touching her cheek. She turned her head, opening her mouth to try to find something to suck on. He chuckled. “She’s beautiful, (Y/N).”
“Thank you.” You glanced between them, sneaking a photo of the two with your phone.
Jason pulled himself away from her. “Give me your keys. I’ll move your stuff into my car while you two stay in here and keep warm.”
“You don’t have to do that,” you said, handing him your keys when he didn’t relent. “Thanks Jay. I honestly had no idea what we were going to do.”
“I got this.” He kissed your cheek. “I’ll come get you when I’m ready.” Jason was about to head out when you grab his hand. He turned to look, noting the panic, strained look in your eye. He knew that look well. “What?”
“There’s going to be a lot of stuff.” You blushed, your eyes on his forehead. “Just don’t judge me, okay?”
Jason snorted. “I’d never judge you.” He leaned over to kiss your cheek, squeezed your arm with his hand. “I got you now. Everything will be fine.”
“Thanks Jay.” You relaxed slightly. Jason led you over to take a seat before heading out to your car. It was an old, rusted piece of crap. He wondered how you even got this far in it. Inside was suitcases, boxes, and garbage bags. He sensed you coming for the holidays might be more than just a visit. Taking a deep breath, Jason pushed aside his curiosity and began to move your things into the Audi.
***
“Al, did you throw Jason out or something? I can’t find him,” Tim asked, poking his head into the kitchen. He closed his eyes, taking a deep breath of the delicious smells from inside.
“Master Jason is running an errand for me.” Alfred basted the turkey again and closed the oven. “He should be back in the next half an hour or so.”
Tim hummed, stepping inside the kitchen. He leaned against the counter, taking a carrot from the serving tray Alfred had out for them to snack on. “Bruce is still brooding.”
“He’ll snap out of it soon.” Alfred smiled when his back was turned to Tim.
“I don’t know if he will. He’s bothered by the fact (Y/N) had a baby by herself on top of trying to live on her own. I’m worried about her too.” Tim munched on another carrot. “I kept tabs on her. Her finances are in shambles.”
Alfred’s mouth went dry. Suddenly, it made sense. Maybe that’s why you reached out after three years of almost silence? Desperation. “Well, I imagine we’ll have to see for ourselves after the holidays.”
“I’m worried about the baby too. Bruce paid off her hospital bills, didn’t he? I heard he sent the hospital a check when he saw the photo on (Y/N)’s Instagram.” Tim took yet another carrot. Alfred turned. Tim had a furrow in his brow. “I’m scared for her, Alfred. It’s hard to be a single mother especially now days.”
Alfred reached over to pat Tim’s hand. “We’ll help her as much as we can.” He smiled when he heard Jason shouting that he was home with a Christmas present for everyone. “I believe Master Jason is home.”
Tim grinned, getting to his feet and jogging out of the room. Alfred paused to wash his hands. He frowned slightly as he wondered if what Tim had said was true. The few emails and calls you made to him over the years did sound like you were struggling slightly. Troublesome living situations, having multiple jobs at the same time. He did send you money a few times as well especially when you found out you were pregnant.
Alfred dried his hands and followed the noise to the main entryway. You were being hugged by Dick while Jason held your baby. Cass and Tim were peeking at her, cooing softly. Damian stood back with a scowl. “Miss (Y/N), I’m glad you made it.” Alfred opened his arms for you. Dick let you go and you ran to Alfred.
“I’m so happy to see you.” You held him tight, hiding your face in his shoulder like you used to do when you were younger. “Thank you for everything.”
“You’re welcome, Miss (Y/N), but you don’t need to thank us.” Alfred rubbed your back, feeling his shoulder dampen from your tears. “Collect yourself, Miss (Y/N).”
You sniffled, pulling away from him to wipe a few tears with your sleeve. “Sorry.” You smiled. “Do you want to meet your great-granddaughter?” You turned, taking your baby from Jason. The others followed you, still waiting to get a good look at her. Alfred took the baby into his arms, sighing at how beautiful she was.
“She looks so much like you, Miss (Y/N).” Alfred chuckled, rocking her gently.
“TT, she’s a Wayne. Of course, she looks like her.” Damian crossed his arms. You blinked at him before ruffling Damian’s hair. He gasped, batting your hand away. However, a hint of a smile pulled at his lips.
The baby slowly opened her eyes. Alfred smiled, seeing how beautiful they were. A little hand came out of the blanket she was wrapped in. Perfect little fingers and delicate fingernails. “Is Dad here?” you asked, wringing your hands.
“He’s in the study, brooding.” Dick chuckled, nudging your side as Cass gave you a hug. “You should probably go let him know you’re here. Otherwise, he’ll never come out.”
“Cool.” You bit your lip.
“I’ll watch over your daughter. Go talk to Master Bruce.” Alfred smiled, knowing you would be the only one to get Bruce out of the office and to join the rest of the family.
“Thanks Alfred.” You shared a look with your siblings. “If I’m not out in twenty minutes, send Titus to save me.” You winked at Damian before slipping out of the room.
“May I?” Cass held out her arms for the baby. Alfred smiled and handed her over. Cass gasped at her niece. cooing at her softly. Alfred glanced toward the direction you went, hoping your conversation with Bruce would go well.
***
You knocked on Bruce’s office door. Nerves ate at your stomach. Shame made you feel hollow inside. You never planned to have to come back to your father like this, but life happened.
“I’m not in the mood to be lectured, Alfred,” Bruce said inside.
You smiled sadly before opening the door. “It’s not Alfred.” You almost laughed when Bruce fell out of his chair at the sight of you. The one and only time you surprised him. “Hi Dad.”
“(Y/N).” Bruce got to his feet, staring at you in disbelief and worry. “How...why are you here?”
You bit your lip. Your heart pounded like a jackhammer. “I came for Christmas. Alfred said I’m always invited and I figured I should since I wanted everyone to meet my daughter.” You swallowed the rest of the reason. The fact you needed money and you were homeless. That you wanted your daughter’s first Christmas to be somewhere warm and safe with people that loved her.
Bruce’s lips twitched. You tensed, knowing you probably didn’t hide it as well as you thought. “I’m glad you’re here.” He slowly came to you, opening his arms. You felt a tear slid down your cheek as you ran into his arms. He hugged you tight and for the first time in a long time, you felt secure.
A sob slipped out of you. You buried your face in his shoulder. Bruce rubbed your back, humming to soothe you. “You’re okay. I’m here now,” he mumbled, rocking you gently.
“I’m so sorry.” You gasped, letting out all the stress and tears you held in for so long. “I didn’t mean what I said when I ran away.”
“I know.” Bruce kissed the top of your head. You sobbed hard, your entire body shaking. “I’m proud of you. You made your way on your own like you swore to me you would.”
A lump formed in your throat. “No, I didn’t.” You sniffled, looking up at you as you felt another wave of tears come. “I had to work three different jobs just to stay in a small room in a house with five roommates. Even then, I was barely making it. Then I made a mistake and got pregnant. They kicked me out of the house after she was born and I had to live in my car.” You pulled away from him to rub your eyes with your sleeves. “Then when I came here, my car broke down and I was so scared that someone would find out and take my baby away.”
Bruce blinked. “We’ll figure that out now.” He took your hand and led you to sit down on the couch. “You’re not in this alone, (Y/N). You never were.”
“I said I didn’t need you. That I wished you weren’t my father,” you coughed, choking slightly on your tears. “How could I dare come back to ask for something?”
Bruce hummed as he handed you a tissue. “Sweetheart, did you honestly think I wouldn’t help you? I’ve kept tabs on you, even paid off your hospital bill.” You flinched in surprise. Now it made sense why they haven’t called you about your first payment yet. A weight lifted off your back at the thought.
A loud cry came from somewhere in the house. You got to your feet. “I think she’s hungry. I better go.” Bruce stood with you.
“I’ll come with you. I’d like to meet my first grandchild.” He smiled, wrapping an arm around your shoulders. “You can stay here as long as you like, (Y/N). We have more than enough room.”
Fresh tears came to your eyes. Your hormones were still out of whack. “Thanks Dad.” The two of you left to follow the sound of your daughter’s cry.
***
“(Y/N), your stocking is still in here too,” Tim said, holding up the stocking you had since you were little. You smiled as you adjusted your daughter under the breastfeeding cover. The whole family was in the living room, snacking on cookies and veggies. Bruce sat on the couch with you, waiting for your daughter to finish eating so he could hold her again.
“Wow, I guess Alfred never did throw things away.” You laughed. Tim hung up your stocking on the mantle with the rest of the family’s.
Alfred clicked his tongue. “I guess we’re missing one member of the family now.” He reached into a bag and removed a brand new stocking with your daughter’s name on it. You gasped, tears filling your eyes again.
“Aww, thank you, Alfred.” You swallowed hard, glancing down at your daughter. She fell asleep with your nipple in her mouth. You moved her gently out from the cover and handed her to Bruce while you covered yourself.
“Cute.” Cass took it and hung it up with the rest. “Whole family.”
You smiled, glancing at Bruce to see him cooing softly to your daughter as he rocked her. Alfred secretly took a picture. You knew you would find it framed somewhere. “Alfred, can I help in the kitchen?” you asked when you saw him hand the camera to Tim to take more secretive pictures.
“Of course, Miss (Y/N).” Alfred nodded, gesturing for you to follow him.
“You got her, Dad?” you asked, glancing back at Bruce who’s eyes were only on his little granddaughter.
“I’m good.” Bruce looked back at you. “Don’t worry.” You nodded and left the room.
“Miss (Y/N), if you could start on the pie filling for my special blueberry pie.” Alfred moved to check the turkey in the oven again. You grinned, finding the bowls where they have always been.
It brought back memories of other Christmases where you and Alfred made blueberry pies. You were the only one to know the recipe since the others were always too busy to learn. “Of course.”
Alfred turned on the radio and the two of you worked silently. You finished the pie, sliding it into the oven as Alfred took the turkey out. “Can I help?” Dick asked as he peeked around the corner of the doorway.
“Set the table, Master Dick. Dinner should almost be ready,” Alfred said with a smile. You peeked at the turkey, the smell making your mouth water. It was a long way from the cans of cold beans you had been eating the last few days.
Alfred handed you a bowl of steamed vegetables. You smiled, going to join Dick in the dining room. “Hey sis.” Dick smirked at you as he carefully set plate mats down.
“Hey yourself.” You rolled your eyes as you set the vegetables down and moved to help him. “How have you been?”
“Good, considering.” Dick bit his lip, eyeing you. “I wish you would have called me if you were in so much trouble.”
You frowned, pausing with a stack of plates in your arms. Jason must have mention it to him. “I was trying to do it on my own, Dick. You know about that.”
“Yeah.” Dick gave you a half-smile. “But we made a pact to always look out for each other.”
You snorted. “That was when you were eleven and I was ten.”
“Still applies.” He reached over to squeeze your elbow. “Just remember I’m always a call away.”
You rolled your eyes, heart warmed by his words. “This goes both ways, you know. If you need me, I’ll be there.”
Dick nodded, letting his hair fall into his eyes. You set the plates down to brush it away. “For example, if I want cuddles from my niece, you better be there.”
“I’m sure I can make that work for you.” You laughed, hugging him tight. Dick hugged you back, lifting you up. “I missed you, Dick.”
“I missed you too.” You buried your face into his shoulder. “You guys have to stop making me cry.”
Dick laughed, spinning you around. “Can’t help that.”
“Careful with the dishes,” Alfred scolded with a smile as he came in with the bowl of mashed potatoes. You and Dick laughed, spinning faster. You couldn’t remember the last time you laughed so much.
***
Once dinner was done, most of the family left to go out into the city on patrol. You, Alfred, and Damian were the only ones left. Alfred and you wrapped presents on the living room floor while Damian stared at your daughter who was fast sleep in a portable sleeper Alfred had dug out of somewhere.
Alfred nudged your arm, nodding over to Damian. You smirked over at him. Everyone thought it was odd that Damian didn’t go on patrol with them. You sensed what he stayed for. “Damian, did you want to hold her?” You got to your feet and went over to sit next to him.
“TT,” he huffed, blushing slightly. You picked her up. She whined slightly before settling back down.
“Hold your arms like mine.” Damian copied you, sitting flat on the floor. “You have to support her head, and hold her close to your chest.” You handed Damian your daughter. He tensed when he felt the little life in his arms.
“I can feel her heartbeat.” Damian had a shadow of a smile on his lips.
You smiled and moved back to wrap another present. Damian held her stiffly for a while until eventually he started to rock her. Alfred sneaked a photo of the two. You shared a smile with him, pretending not to watch them. Damian held her until she woke up crying for another meal.
***
You headed upstairs with your daughter in your arms. “I have your old bedroom opened,” Alfred said, following you.
“Thanks Alfred,” you whispered as you walked down the hall toward your bedroom. It was next to Dick’s old room and across from Bruce’s. Inside was almost untouched except for the fresh sheets and the bassinet in the corner. “Wow, you left it the same.”
“Well except for a few additions.” Alfred moved over to the bassinet. You went over and gently laid your daughter down inside. “I’ll need more time to open up the nursery.”
“You don’t need to do that, Alfred.” You bit your lip. Guilt haunted you. Everyone was making such an effort for you. “This is enough.”
Alfred took your shoulders and turned you to face him. “Miss (Y/N), let us help you. This is your home. It is open to both of you.” Your lips trembled. Alfred pulled away before you cried again. Stupid hormones. “Now go to sleep.”
“Good night, Alfred.” You watched him go with a stray tear running down your cheek. The relief you felt was endless. No matter what your daughter was going to be taken care of in the best way possible.
***
“Wake up, (Y/N),” Jason whispered in your ear. You moaned, opening one eye to see your brother smirking at you in the bright morning light. “Breakfast is ready and there are presents downstairs.”
You turned to bury your face into your pillow. “Jay, my daughter was up three times last night, please let me sleep.”
Suddenly, your blankets were gone and you were scooped up into Jason’s arms. You shrieked, smacking his shoulder. Jason just laughed and carried you out the door. “Wait, my baby.” You reached back toward the room.
“Cass has her. She picked her up before I woke you up.” Jason carried you downstairs. You relaxed, wrapping your arms around his neck.
“Then I forgive you.” You kissed his cheek. “Merry Christmas, Jay.”
“Merry Christmas, sis.” Jason brought you to the kitchen and sat you down at the breakfast table where the rest of the family was waiting. You searched for your daughter, relaxing when you saw Tim had her. “Can we eat now?” Jason asked, taking the seat next to you.
“Now we may.” Alfred set a giant plate of waffles in the center of the table. “Merry Christmas.”
Everyone dug in. You filled your plate and looked around the table. It felt so strange to be home, surrounded by family. You glanced at your daughter who was passed back to Bruce. He rocked her and met your eye. You smiled back at him, glad you took that chance to reconnect with him. Taking a bite from your plate, you sighed and were thankful for everything this family could give you and your daughter.
-batfam walks into the dinner room all bruise up as they all eat in a haze-
Bruce is eating but his body is on autopilot,
Tim is pouring coffee into his milk,
Damien accidentally ate dog food and had to spit it out,
Jason just straight up chugged an energy drink and passed out on the table,
And Dick is.... dead on the table. Face planted on his plate of bacon and eggs
Y/n: -has eyebags from staying up late watching your favorite streamer/watching videos and procrastinate your project last minute-
......so. rough night?
Batfam (those who are semi conscious): [vietnam flashbacks to the constant fighting crimes and the crazy things joker had plans for as well as the mind games that made them spend weeks to be able to find joker and put him in Arkham asylum]
— you don't know what came over you, but in that moment your brothers were the only thing that mattered, you stepped forward as you hoped they wouldn't spit on your grave
note: reader uses she/her pronouns
implied cassandra sandsmark x reader [like, if you squint]
warning: mentions of torture, death, b!ood, cursing, violence, self harm
unedited,,,,
batfam x batsis!reader
a/n: honestly, idk what this is but i got bored so well,,,, i'm working on the other requests and everything else, but life's been a bit hard :D
ah, nothing like a good dose of angst for the day, am i right?
moved to @the-ink-of-roses
this wasn't how it was supposed to go.
it wasn't how it was supposed to go at all.
this was supposed to be a vacation. a family bonding time for all of you, not like whatever this was, not like this. you were supposed to take a while off from your suits, not be here, like this.
no where was it supposed to end up like this, like when all your brothers, father and you were locked up and the only thing you could hear where their torn yells.
in the end you knew they didn't want to yell much, not only to prevent showing weakness but to ensure that you wouldn't get worried much but this person, this person knew how to make you, all of you, yell.
it had been a few days since you'd been taken. whoever this person was, it seemed like he had spent a while studying your entire family, even bruce was helpless.
they knew when to strike and how to.
they managed to get you guys at your lowest, aiming for the loose canon, a weakness.
you.
you were the reason they were on vacation in the first place, if it wasn't for your tendency to over work yourself while you had a broken arm, none of them would be here.
and with a broken arm and a sprained ankle, you weren't much of a fight, the others were taken trying you save you.
the all of you had used up your last chance to talk to the outside world by contacting alfred, asking him to alert the league of your capture, not only in hopes of a rescue but also to make sure gotham's rouges didn't get too enthusiastic in the light of batman's disappear, but by how things were going you didn't think there would be a batman and co to return too gotham.
you hated being pessimistic, but right now? these people had studied your family, a bit by bit and they were coming for every little weakness.
you could tell they tried to hold onto hope, even tim who was usually negative tried being hopeful for you but that just made it worse.
they wouldn't be here if it wasn't for you.
this was your mess, your fault you dragged them into it and now you'd drag them out of it.
you knew a lot. you knew they needed a sacrifice but someone who would willingly step forth, and that's why they tried breaking your family, to have anyone step up in order to save the others.
it was a basic hero complex.
the 'i don't give a fuck about myself, but i will die saving them' and unluckily you'd inherited it from them, from all the times they'd saved you, from the time bruce took you in to the time damian stood in front of you as a shield.
it was your turn.
you turned to tim and gently shook his shoulder, waking up him. he'd been dozing off and you couldn't blame him, but over here you didn't know if anyone would wake up if they slept.
"timmy," you whispered, "wake up."
he tired to shoot up straight but you hugged him before he could; any rash and fast movements from you'll would catch their attention and the torture would begin again.
they'd taken a break for a while, you didn't know why but you could sense them returning soon. you needed to finish this off.
"tim, do me a favor please," you looked at your younger brother, slowly letting him go and reaching for the necklace around your neck, "give this to cas- wonder girl, and tell her i'm sorry."
you pulled off the necklace and tim seemed to realize what you were doing. his eyes widened, "y/n no, you can't. they'll be here any minute now, c'mon, hold on please."
you shook your head, your eyes were glassy but tim's little speech and woken up the others, who'd either lost consciousness or dozed off.
"y/n? tim?" jason asked, his voice was hoarse from screaming that day, you didn't know how he was still awake, "wha- what's y/n doing?"
"something i should have done ages a go," you took a shaky breath in before turning to everyone else in the room, they seemed to realize what was going on.
damian was struggling to reach you now, not caring if their captors returned, he didn't care. he just wanted his sister. he pulled and struggled against the heavy chains around his ankle and arms, mad he couldn't reach you.
mad no one could.
you were the only one's who's hands weren't tied, probably because your arms were already broken and they didn't see any sense in tying them. that'd be a waste of chains.
instead they used the extra chains to make sure everyone else was 'extra secured' and honestly, you had to admit it was well planned out.
"i'm so sorry," you chocked out a sob, looking at every last one of them struggle, "i love you all so much, you guys are the best thing that ever happened to me, even with the crazy capes."
"tell wonder girl, timmy," you looked at him before slowly standing up as much as you could without your chain holding you down, "hey!!"
the minute you yelled you could see them looking at you, and you don't know what came over you but you walked forward, the chain on your ankle dissolving into the ground.
"if i offer myself as a sacrifice, willing," you emphasized the last word, "you let my family go and never harm them ever again."
as you said that, you swore for a minute you swore you say them hesitate.
huh, maybe it wasn't so hopeless after all, but whatever you were going to do after this would be dangerous, you weren't cheating death this time and you know it.
"how can we be so sure you will stick to your promise little wayne," one of the captures spoke and you realized they weren't human, you always had a feeling but hearing them from a short distance did nothing but prove your suspicions, "how do we know you won't run away."
you took a shaky breath and you glance at your family one last time. jason had given up struggling and now he was to a point close to sobbing, damian was still yelling profanities at them, tim hadn't moved his gaze from the necklace you left on him, duke looked at you helplessly, begging you with his eyes, dick seemed to be in tears by then and bruce-
your father stared at you, wordlessly. he knew he couldn't stop his daughter, he knew he'd lost you the minute you got up because you were his daughter, and just like him, once you'd made up your mind, not even the lord itself could change it.
you turned back at the beings and gave them a firm nod, grabbing a dagger you didn't remember having and you slit your wrist.
a blood oath, one you wouldn't break here.
how you knew this? you had no clue, but you knew this was your own will power, no one was forcing you.
"i, y/n wayne, promise to not escape, and offer myself as a sacrifice-"
damian stopped struggling and hung his head down, he couldn't stop you now.
"-under the terms that my family is free-"
everyone's bounds broke free, but they still couldn't move. something was holding them back from reaching out to you.
"-and remains unharmed until the end of time-"
tim grasped your necklace tight, his knuckles turning white as everyone huddled together, holding on to one another as they saw the one thing keeping them together, their glue, slip away.
"-i swear on the blood in my veins, i am under no influence-"
as you muttered the last words, you could hear their cries fading and in your lost thought, you hoped none of them would spit on your grave for this.
"-and this decision is my own."
a blinding light came forth and grabbed you, and then in a millisecond you were gone.
