Hii I see that you write for batfamily if you don’t want to write this I get but but so you think you can do a batfamily x suicidal batsis where she Damian full blood sister and shes not worth it and takes the day off and doesn’t go on patrol and b4 they come back she takes a bottle of pills and Damian goes to check on her(brother sister love) and she in the bathroom barely breathing and she dies but they bring her back via Lazarus pit and she comes back with a streak like Jason’s but blue and has Ice powers. (And can her and Damian be like really close. Same with her and Jason thanks)
OMG I had a similar idea before! Thank you so much for the ask. I don't know much about health care and hospitals, but I'm trying my best. Sorry this took so long, writer's block hit me really hard.
Italics are your thoughts.
'These are Damian's thoughts'
TW: $uicidal thoughts, $uicid3 (attempt?), OD, negative self-talk (she's not having a good time at all + some from the Batfam), internalized misogyny, a bit of misplaced blame out of grief (from Damian onto reader)
If you're feeling like this or relate, please seek help if you haven't already. I am here for you if you need to talk to someone or someone to just listen. Please don't commit $uicid3, you matter even if you don't think so.
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You landed ungracefully onto the training mat and were pinned for the third time in the last hour. You couldn't help but think if you'd trained harder and as often as your brother Damian, you'd at least put up more of a fight before going down. You attempted to get out of his grip but it was useless. Damian had an iron-clad grip on you that wasn't letting up. You stopped struggling and let your head fall in defeat, then tapped three times, signaling your surrender. Damian instantly let go and you got onto your feet.
You two were the only people in the cave. You had come down to let out some frustration, only to find Damian training. He had requested (demanded) you spar with him and you accepted, not thinking it would cause even more frustration. You thought it'd give you more bonding time with your twin. Sparring together was an often occurrence as it allowed you two to just exist together and not worry about the expectations of others. It allowed you to be yourselves together, something you didn't do often.
Currently, it was making you want to run upstairs and sleep the day away. Damian could tell something was off with you, but he wasn't able to discern what. He scanned you for injuries but found none. Your eyebags weren't too dark, so you weren't sleep-deprived. He didn't know what else to look for. It was troubling him greatly. Sometimes he'd wish he had Cassandra's ability to read people and Dick's ability to comfort. It would make situations like these so much easier.
"You are slower than usual."
You're making him worry.
"I am aware." The remark comes out more bitter than you intended.
Now he'll worry about you even more.
You descend into silence again, his contemplative and yours due to your thoughts as you stare at each other.
Look at what you did, he won't be focused on patrol anymore and could get killed because of you. You couldn't just assure him you were fine, could you? You just had to make him worry. Some Al-Ghul Wayne you are. You don't even deserve those titles.
Having enough of the staring contest, you head to the showers, leaving Damian to stare at your back as you walk away. Usually you'd tell him what was wrong. What was troubling you so greatly?
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You were in your room, staring at the ceiling. The others had left minutes, maybe hours ago? You were supposed to go on patrol with them, but Damian must've mentioned your odd behavior. No one came to get you.
They probably forgot about you. After all, you don't bring anything to the team other than numbers. They don't need you. You're just a body that gets in the way. If you died, they wouldn't even notice. They'd be happier, they wouldn't have to deal with a disappointment.
You were used to these thoughts. You heard them all the time. They got louder when you were alone, and more vicious.
You have extra pills, use them. Don't be a coward. Help out your family. They won't have to witness your inevitable death due to your stupidity or drag your incompetent self's corpse back to the cave. Damian will be so much happier and won't have to spend time thinking about you, his useless inferior twin. No wonder your grandfather and mother thought you to be an extra. You're unwanted, always have been. An unfortunate accident. Rid the world of yourself. That is the best thing you'll ever accomplish.
You sit up and shuffle to the side of the bed, catching the time. 3 am. You have time. Turning, you hoist yourself out of bed and go to the bathroom. You flick on the lights and head to the sink, catching a glimpse of yourself in the mirror. Your hair is a little ruffled and your eyebags have become more apparent. You stare at yourself in the mirror, and dead eyes stare back.
Look at you, pathetic.
You open the mirror and grab the pill bottle. Popping it open, you don't give yourself time to rethink. The pills spill out onto your hand and you pour them into your mouth. You open another pill bottle and put some of those pills in the empty bottle, to make it harder to determine what you took and how to help. You seal both bottles and put them back. As you head to pass out on your bed, feeling woozy from the pills, all you can think is-
Finally.
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Damian's listening to his family banter via coms when a feeling of dread crawls up his spine. He scans his surroundings, finding nothing. It must just be his paranoia.
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Everyone returns from patrol and after showering, Damian sprints up the stairs to check on his sister. The rest of the family throws each other questioning glances. Damian usually didn't rush out of the cave that quickly.
He knocks on your door and calls out your name. No response. He knocks more insistently this time and calls your name louder. No response. He puts his ear up against the door. Silence. He doesn't hear anything, not even the almost silent breathing you'd both mastered years ago.
"I'm coming in!" He shouts in warning.
He opens the door to find you prone on the ground right beside your bed. Shocked, he examines the room. No sign of a break-in. He rushes to your side and turns you onto your stomach. Your chest is barely moving. Your skin looks pale. He places two fingers on your neck and gently applies pressure. Faint pulse. He lets out a sigh of relief. His hands are shaking and his breaths are uneven. He's panicking. He knows he has no time to panic, that if he waits any longer you could die. 'Do something!' He urges himself. 'She barely has a pulse, move!' But he can't. He can't do anything other than sit there and remember how you'd been sparing earlier, your pulse slightly elevated and breathing controlled. Audible. Proof of your life.
Your skin had color, and sweat was glistening on your skin. Your eyes had been open and lively, though less so than usual. You had spoken to him. You had showered and gone upstairs. There's a bright light in his peripheral that he hadn't noticed before due to his panic. It's then that he realizes it's coming from the bathroom. The door is open and the light is on. It's then that his body decides to cooperate.
"Help! Help!" He screams at the top of his lungs. His voice breaks in between the words.
The more he stays there, monitoring your faint breaths, the worse his mind spirals. He knows he should be doing something, but he can't bring himself to do anything but stare and think. Even with all his training, it never prepared him for this. He'd always known there was a possibility you'd die apart. He'd expected it would happen on the battlefield, not in the safety of their home. He hadn't expected to be the one to find you, his sister, barely holding on to life when she went to her room earlier and he left for patrol.
He doesn't notice he's crying until a tear drips from his cheek and onto your body. He focuses on your face. You're smiling. The tears start pouring out faster. This wasn't a mistake, this was intentional.
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Cass had gone to check on Damian, seeing the anxiety in his body language since they got back to the cave. She had not expected to hear him screaming for help. She immediately took note of the terror in his voice, the desperation. Her body tensed up and she ran to Damian, finding him sobbing hysterically and hyperventilating next to your body. She jumped into action.
"Father." She said. Damian jumped, not hearing her come in, but did as requested.
Cass replaced Damian at your side. Thundering footsteps were heard from the hallway. They were heading for your room.
"What happened? The brat was running like his life depended on it-"
Jason froze in the doorway. "Oh." Analyzing the scene, he was starting to panic as well.
Seconds later, Bruce and Damian arrived with Alfred and Dick on their heels.
"Dick! Call 911. Damian, get AED on standby and Narcan. Do we have any idea what caused this?"
"Bathroom." Bruce rushed to your bathroom. The mirror was open and contained various pill bottles, each for a different injury you had at some point. Unlike the neatness of your room, the pill bottles were tipped over and disorganized. Bruce took out the bottles one by one, searching for something that could help him find out what you took. An empty bottle, an open bottle, anything. How could he let this happen to his daughter? Was he so busy with his duties as Batman and Bruce Wayne that he forgot to even check on his daughter? When was the last time he had talked to her for longer than a minute about something other than school or training? When was the last time he asked about her?
The EMTs showed up and took you away on a stretcher. They couldn't do much since they were unsure of what pill you took, though they were shocked when they saw just how many pill bottles you had ("Oh she's just clumsy like her father and needs medication a lot!" They bought it.). As you were taken away, they couldn't help but feel useless. They were vigilantes, yet they couldn't help a family member. What did that say about them?
At the hospital, your family was forced to wait until you were cleared to have visitors. No one spoke, they couldn't. The waiting room air was tense with anxious silence. How did they not notice? How didn't they see you were hurting? Why did you feel this way? Why would you do this? You were their family, why didn't you tell them?
"Wayne?" A doctor called, startled when the group of panicking vigilantes shot up.
They followed her down the hall to your room. Rather than entering, she turned to the group.
"We tried everything we could, but we were unable to get the drugs out of their system before they took effect. Whatever she took was too strong. I'm so sorry for your loss."
No. No. This couldn't be happening. No way. Their sister. His daughter. His granddaughter. Gone. Just like that. She had just been alive, they had seen her this morning. She was alive before patrol. He'd seen her before he left. She bid him goodnight and went up the stairs. How could this have happened? How did they let this happen?
They stood there frozen, absorbing the news. Alfred's hand flew to his mouth as he tried to contain his tears. His usually composed exterior slowly breaking. Bruce was standing there rigid, face blank as he took in reality. Dick was paralyzed in shock, tears brimming in his eyes. Jason's ears were ringing as he just stared at the door to the room. Cass’s face was blank, the only indication she was affected was her balled fists. Tim was frozen in disbelief. Damian stood there, tears cascading down his cheeks as he tried to hold them back and remain strong, his hands balled into fists. How could she do this to them? How could she? How did he not notice?
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The body was buried in the Wayne family cemetery.
The carcass that held her soul was not her. Damian knew she could be brought back. Her body may not have been her, but it contained her, trapped her to the Earth. All he had to do was take the body. Simple enough, if only Bruce wasn't so paranoid after one of his children had awoken from the grave, alone and scared. He set up an alarm system that would go off if anyone even grazed the casket. Unfortunately his plan will be a bit more difficult than he originally thought.
He set the cameras on loop after returning from patrol. Damian knew his father would be too tired from grief and running around Gotham to check on him, and trusted him enough now that he was older to not sneak out. In any case, he still stuffed the bed with pillows, taking care to mold them as if they were his body. He also wore all black, just in case. And of course, he couldn't forget to deactivate the casket's alarm.
He dug, heaving the dirt to the side and kept digging. An hour passed. A sheen of sweat collecting on his brow, and he finally uncovered the casket. Using a crowbar (hehe), he pried it open, revealing the (unsurprisingly) still cold body (Bruce wouldn't spare any expenses, not for his daughter). You looked exactly as you had the day he found you, beside the clothes. You were dresses in a lovely white dress, exuding innocence.
Damian almost scoffed, as he did the first time he saw it.
You would've hated it. Hated the implications. You were an assassin trained from birth, a cold hearted killer, even if you had left that life behind. You weren't some soft, docile thing. You were far from innocent. Perhaps blinded by grief, their father forgot who she was in life, solely focused on her death.
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You woke with a start, your eyes snapping open to see green.
You instinctively inhale, only to find you can't. Liquid fills you lungs and you heave, body scrambling to grab onto something, anything, but your hands only find liquid. Panicked, you flail, fighting, and something shoots out of your hand. It becomes something solid, and you push off it and your head breaks the surface. You retch the liquid out and find your way to solid ground, sucking in greedy breaths. The room spins. You can hear shouting coming from nearby, but you're too out of it to make out what's being said.
"Sister!" Damian materializes at your side, hands hovering, unsure of how you'd react to his touch after your struggle to free yourself from the pit.
"D-Damian?" You cough, your throat hoarse from the liquid and disuse. You take the time to look around, adrenaline fading. You see the green of the lazarus pit and immediately whip your head around to look at him, a strand of light blue in your hair he hadn't noticed before. "Damian. You. Did. Not." Your eyes glow a light blue, the ground you were on turning to ice. You jump back, momentarily distracted from your rage. "Was that... was that me?"
Damian stares at the ice, then at you. Your eyes are still glowing that light blue color that matches a strand of your hair, frost oozing from your hands. "Sister..."
"Damian, how could you do this to me? I was happy." Your eyes flashed blue again.
"You were dead." His monotone delivery did not help your anger.
"Exactly! I was dead, and you can't be a bother when you're dead!"
"You were never a bother!" Damian snaps. "You were- are my sister! You are my blood sister and twin, and you never bothered me. You are not an imbecile like Grayson, or useless like Drake. You are my sister whom I grew up with. We fought and bled together. You never did, and never will bother me."
You tremble slightly. His passionate speech takes you aback. You knew he cared for you, but he wasn't the type to express it so openly. Neither were you, with the way you were both raised.
He pulls you to him and wraps his arms around you. "Everything will be fine sister. You will be fine." You tense, unused to the contact, and you can tell he isn't entirely comfortable either, with the awkward way he holds you. The one thing you both still struggled with was physical affection, but he was trying for your sake. He squeezes you tightly, as if he's trying to hold you together and prevent you from shattering with all the thoughts and emotions running through you, or prevent you from returning back to the dead.
After a few moments, you shove away from him. "No! I won't be fine! Damian, you brought me back from the dead with the lazarus pit! You know what it did to Jason! You know what it did to grandfather! And you know father will be furious!"
"He'll live. And you have not shown any signs of pit madness, just a meta ability. You are not Jason or Grandfather." He looks, and sounds, completely calm.
"I can't believe this. Do they even know?" You ask desperately, hoping for something, though you're not sure what. Maybe you're hoping this is some cruel joke, or that the others didn't allow this.
"No they do not. But they will."
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You return to Gotham with Damian, and end up in a run down apartment building. You're surprised people still live here. You're wearing some discreet league clothes as you and Damian stand in front of an apartment. He knocks and you both wait a moment before the peep hole opens. A greenish-blue eye stares at Damian for a moment, then flicks to you and blinks.
The door slams open. "What the fuck?!" Jason exclaims. His eyes stay on you, eyes clinging to the light blue streak in your hair that matches his white one. "No fucking way Damian!" He growls and both of his hands land on Damian's shoulders, squeezing hard. "You did not resurrect your sister after all the shit you saw me go through!"
Damian stands there blankly, staring at him. From this close up, he can see the eyebags under Damian's eyes, and how thin his face looks. He looks paler than usual, and Jason quickly lets him go. He stares at you again, anger fading for a moment and making way for a mix of sadness and relief. He tugs you into the tightest hug you've been given in your life. Tears brim in his eyes, and through his fury, he can't help but feel a bit grateful to Damian. Grateful he was able to bring back their sister and regift her the life Jason would make sure she would learn to cherish, with Damian's assistance.
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Heyy so it's probably been 2 years since I received this ask... I'm going to try and answer all the asks I have in my inbox and pray writers block doesn't smack me in the face. I'm not sure how happy I am with the ending but I hope you guys enjoyed it!
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.”
request: i loved ur “its a twin thing” fics ! can u do one where batsis finally goes to talk to Bruce or the batfamily in general about her crush (it can be roy if u want) because she doesn’t know how to deal with it? ty
I know you wanted batsis to talk to bruce or the batfam in general but I decided to write something else and it’s also not Roy too! This happens to coincide with an idea I have been playing in my head for a while so decided to incorporate it here. Thank you for sending in this request and sorry it took a while for me to put it up! Hope you enjoy!
p/s: I just started replaying Fire Emblem recently so... you’ll know it when you see it.
You sigh as you absentmindedly draw random objects on your sketchbook, contemplating on whether or not you should be talking to any one of your brothers about your current dilemma. Ever since you are made aware of it, you have been tossing and turning for countless of nights - often resulting you in looking less than kempt whenever morning rises - and today, you finally decided to talk to one of your older brothers - although you are pretty sure even if you did not talk to Damian, he will find a way to know about whatever it is you are hiding from him - and try to see if they have anything smart to say about your current situation. All of the trainings you have received from when you were still with your mother definitely did not prepare you for this thing at all and you can say that you are currently at an impasse.
“Nice drawing.”
You are startled from your thoughts by the voice near your ear and you looked up to see your oldest brother, Dick, studying your drawing. You give him a sheepish smile, putting the sketchbook along with the pencil on the coffee table in front of you. “To what do I owe the pleasure, big brother?”
“Do I need a reason to visit my darling sister?” Dick replies easily as he sits beside you. He grabs your sketchbook and your hand twitches the slightest bit. You know if you snatched that book right now, Dick is going to see right through you and your problem. He looks at your current drawing. “That’s a very detailed sketch of a crow.”
Thankfully, due to your training, you are able to not blush upon hearing Dick’s words. Even though it is simply a crow to Dick, to you, it meant a whole lot of different things and just thinking about it makes you want to hit your head and train endlessly until you manage to stop thinking about it… about him. Which brings you back to your current dilemma.
“I saw that crow when I visited the park a few times with Titus and Damian.” You tell Dick and he nods his head; he is well aware of how often you like going to the park with Damian. Dick notices how distracted you are and studies you.
“Penny for your thoughts?”
“Are my thoughts only worth a penny, brother?” You answered him, causing Dick to chuckle and shakes his head. He skims through the pages of your sketchbook and just as he is about to reach the very last page, Dick closes the book and places it back on the coffee table, making you visibly relax. “
Dick gives you a non-committal response and turns to look at you. “Y/N, you know if you are in any trouble, you can talk to me right? Is there something the matter?” He asks, worry laced in his voice. Normally, you would try to talk his ears off about what you did with Damian or things that happened in Gotham Academy, etcetera which is why the moment he had set feet in the living room, Dick is surprised with your lack of reactions. “Is anyone bullying you in school?”
You shake your head. “Damian takes care of that.” You then quickly realizes what you have just said so you clear your throat. “What I meant to say is that Damian takes really good care of me and I will not stoop to their level of pettiness so no, no one is bullying me in school.”
Dick continues to stare at you. “I see… I suppose that is good then.”
You nod your head and swallowed the sigh that threatened to escape your mouth. “I have a question.” You turn to look at your brother. Dick raises one of his eyebrows, urging you to tell him the question. “What is the definition of love?”
Dick is slightly taken aback by your answer. He furrowed his eyebrows. “I suppose it varies. I don’t think there is really a specific definition of love - love is broad.” He scratches the back of his head. “Why do you ask? Do you like someone, Y/N?” Dick’s eyes widen in realization and you had the audacity to flush slightly at his implication before shaking your head.
“No,” You mumble. “At least, I don’t think so.” You grab your sketchbook and your pencil before quickly standing up. “I think I am going to talk to father about this.” Before Dick can even reply, you hurriedly leave the living room, with only one thing in your mind and that is to catch your father before he leaves the manor.
Unfortunately for you, the moment you step into his home-office, Bruce is not around but unfortunately (again) for you, Damian is sitting at your father’s desk, going through the company reports. You give your twin a flat stare. “Are you sure you are allowed to mess around with that, brother?” You ask him as you step inside the office.
“Tt. Father often tells me a lot of things I almost never listen to, sister.” Damian places the papers down and stares at you. “Are you here to talk to father? Sorry to say this but you have missed him.”
You shrug your shoulders. “I can see that…”
Damian places his chin on top of his hand, staring straight at you. “Sister, are you by any chance here to talk to him about your recent… shall I say, obsession?”
Your eye twitches slightly and Damian chuckles, snapping his fingers. “I knew it.” He tells you as he leans away from the table, making his way to you. “Do you like someone?”
“His name is Henry.” You confess, knowing that sooner or later, Damian will find out anyway and at the back of your mind, you know that it is better he finds out about your ‘crush’ from you rather than from anyone else in your family. Damian’s eye twitches and he places a hand on your shoulder.
“Please tell me you do not have a ‘crush’ on that new transfer student who seems to be gyrating on everyone’s nerves with his bad puns and macabre jokes.” Damian murmurs and you simply stare at your twin. He drops his hand and shakes his head. “Sister, of all people, why him?” Damian doesn’t necessarily have a problem with you having crushes - he knows there is 98% chance that most won’t approach you since they know you have six overprotective men in your life but he knows Henry is the type that falls in the 2% and he doesn’t know what to feel about that.
You shrug your shoulders. “Various reasons, I suppose. He has the oddest ways of putting someone at ease, brother. Even with his bad puns and macabre jokes…” You trail off. You have talked to Henry quite a lot of times actually and surprisingly, he was nothing like what you had expected. “He has had a bad past, almost similar to ours and I think… perhaps to say that I have a crush on him would be too much at this moment. I do enjoy talking to him and he does make me feel happy at times but when I asked Dick earlier, he said love varies - love is broad.” You explain to Damian and he nods his head.
“Tt. Of course, Grayson would come up with something like that.” He studies your expression. “Do you think father has the right answer to your question?”
You shake your head. “I don’t think so - I also don’t think that there is actually a right answer to my question.”
“Regardless, if Henry ever hurts you…” You had to smile at Damian’s hanging threat. You don’t even know why you had initially thought to keep this dilemma of yours from him afterall he is the one that knows you the best too. “Let’s us take Titus on a walk. It would do all of us some good.” The smile on your face grew bigger and you hook your own arm with Damian’s, leaning to his side. “Tt. The things I do for you…” He mutters under his breath but since you are so close to him, you heard him loud and clear so you simply chuckle.
You were sitting in the kitchen with a midnight snack in front of you when your youngest brother walked into the kitchen in the early hours of the morning. You guessed from the disheveled hair and cuts on his face that patrol had been difficult tonight.
“Good morning, Damian.”
“Good morning, Y/N.”
“How did patrol go?” you asked as he sat next to you. You were the only one he got along with, Dick being a rare exception, so he trusted you enough to share how he did on patrol.
“Badly,” he said, staring dejectedly at the countertop. “Father sent me on a mission with Drake. We were supposed to stop another one of Cobblepot’s bank heists. He got away.”
You frowned as he walked over to the fridge. “That’s unlike you, Damian.You’ve stopped Cobblepot countless times.”
“Drake distracted me,” he grumbled. He got up and walked over to the fridge and pulling out a juice pouch. “Perhaps I’ll drink my sorrows away.”
Request: “Batsis (bio daughter) about to do IT, but Bruce catches her. I requested this a while ago but it never got done.”
Y/N: Your Name
Warnings: Slightly NSFW? Not really… only kind of? Lol.
A/N: I decided to make this imagine a reader x Roy Harper imagine, in which the reader is ‘Batsis’, and Roy is her boyfriend. I hope you guys like it! I’ve never written for Roy before, so I’m kind of nervous about it. Let me know what you think! Feedback is super appreciated! ALSO, for the sake of this fic I made Selina be batsis’ mom. 😊
************************************************** “Can you please explain to me again why we’re doing this?” Your boyfriend asks, as you both step onto the training mat in the cave. “Wouldn’t you much rather go back upstairs and watch a movie? Or, better yet, we can go out and see a movie. You, me, and whatever creepy horror movie you want.”
It was a tempting offer, but you’d been begging Roy to train with you for weeks and you had just finally got him to agree to it. You weren’t backing out now.
“Hmmm… maybe after.” You smile, pulling your hair up into a bun.
“It’s not like I don’t already know how to fight, y/n/n.” he pouts, normally the puppy dog face would work on you, but not today.
“You’ve been getting sloppy in your hand to hand combat. You rely too much on your gadgets… what happens if one breaks? Or god forbid you get kidnapped and your weapons get taken from you?” you ask.
“That would never happen.” He states, matter-of-factly.
“And why is that?” you ask, honestly curious as to what his answer will be.
“Because my knight in shining armor would be there to save me.” He says with a smile.
“Okay, but what if Jason isn’t there?” you fire back.
“Well, I was actually talking about you… but, I suppose if you’re not there Jason would be my second best option.” He says, thinking about it.
“Roy… I need you to take this seriously. Please? For me?” you say, worry etched across your face.
Any other day you’d joke along with him. But he really had been getting sloppy with his fighting, and it made you worry that something would eventually happen to him.
Seeing that you’re in no mood to joke along, Roy straightens up, takes his trucker hat off, throwing it to the side and turns back to look at you.
“Alright, my love. Do your worst.” He says, getting into a fighting stance.
45 minutes later, Roy had to call a time out. You had been right about him needing to train. Roy always knew you were a better fighter than him, but he didn’t stand a chance this time around.
He was now laying on the floor staring up at the ceiling, you had a soft smile on your face, only slightly apologetic. You had given him all you had, and you could tell he was down for the count. You lay down next to him on the mat, your shoulders touching.
“You can say ‘I told you so.’ If you want… I won’t even judge you for it.” He says, still breathing heavy from the fight.
You laugh. “I didn’t WANT to be right… I don’t get my jollies beating you up, Roy.”
“Admit it… you enjoyed it a little.” He shifts his head to the side to look at you.
“I suppose it was a little fun.” You shrug, then roll over and straddle his waist.
“I like where this is heading.” He smirks, placing his hands on your hips.
“Yeah? Well, lucky for you no one is home.” You say, as you lower your face down towards his.
Before anything else can be said, he catches your lips in his. Kissing Roy Harper was always amazing, the boy really knew what he was doing, so much so that you’d always get lost in the kisses. You could never tell if you’d been doing it for hours or minutes, not that you’d mind if it had been hours.
His hands make their way up your sides, and underneath the hem of your shirt. You could feel your cheeks heat up, a blush spreading across your face. His fingers stopped at the clasp of your bra, which he quickly unhooked. You let the straps slide off your shoulders before removing it completely, throwing it off to the side.
You stop kissing him only for a second, pulling away to catch your breath. Roy groans at the loss of contact.
“Patience.” You smirk.
You lean down, pressing your lips to the area just below his jaw, you hear his breathing hitch in his throat as you trail kisses down his neck. He starts to push your shirt up, trying to get rid of the layers of clothes between the two of you when you hear footsteps coming down the steps to the cave.
Your eyes go wide as you yank your shirt down and roll off Roy, but it’s too late. When you look back down at your boyfriends face you see the look of terror in his eyes as they stay locked on your father. Luckily, he had only caught glimpse of you straddling Roy, and nothing else, but it was enough to cause a different type of tension to rise in the room.
“H-hey… dad.” You stutter out. “I thought you were on patrol tonight? I was just helping Roy out with some training…” you say as you get up to your feet.
He doesn’t reply, his eyes locked on Roy, who’s paralyzed on the floor. You hold your hand out, and it seems to snap Roy out of it, as he takes your hand and stands up.
“Hiya, Bruce. Nice night, isn’t it?” he says, trying to lighten the mood.
“Out…” Bruce says, and that’s all Roy needs to get him going.
“I’ll call yo-“ he starts to say to you, but when your dad fixes his signature bat-glare back on him, he books it up the stairs.
You can’t help but shake your head, of course one look from Bruce is enough to light a fire underneath your boyfriend’s feet.
“Sooooo…” you trail off.
“I’m assuming that I don’t need to tell you how inappropriate this all was.” He says, bringing his gaze back to you.
“Dad, listen.” You begin.
“It was not the place or the time to pull something like-“ he starts, but you cut him off.
“Woah, woah, woah… don’t you think it’s a little hypocritical to scold me on places and times? Dick and Jason have both told me about the MULTIPLE instances where you and mom would do the exact same thing but on ROOFTOPS. At least I had the common decency to do it in the manor… more or less.” You fire back.
This stops him in his tracks. As big and tough as your dad was, he was all about being fair, and technically you had a point.
You smile up at him knowing that you’ve ruined his big speech.
He sighs.
“Fine.. point taken. Just, don’t let it happen again? I shutter to think about what would’ve happened if Damian had walked in, or worse, Alfred.” he mutters.
“Fair enough.” You laugh. “We really were training though in the beginning.” You add.
pairing: Batfam x Toddler!Batsis [batmom persepctive]
relationship: Family
With their eyes fluttering open slowly in order to adjust to the steady stream of light that was radiating through the large bedroom windows of the room that belonged to Mr. and Mrs. Wayne. As [Y/N] slowly adjusted to the motions of being awake once again after what seemed like a long nap she was meet with silence.
There was no sound of the bodys fighting, nor were there screams coming from the youngest of the bunch, Bruce and her’s four years old daughter [Y/D/N], and while,to some, it would be a blissfull sensation, being in complete silecne, to [Y/N] it was concerning.
Quickly she shuffled out of her bed, slipping her slippers on and wrapping her house coat around her body as she went out in search of her children and husband as the late afternoon sun lit the hallways and rooms that she searched.
She had checked almost everywhere, the game room, the movie room, the living room, the library, the office,she had even searched the cave! Yet, there was no signs of her boys or baby girl. Of course, there was still one place she had yet to check that she hadn’t checked because she didn’t think that there was any reason for them to be in there.
And yet, here she was, standing in the doorway of her daughter room looking out to the scene in front of her. There sat her children and husband, these reltively big men (beside Time and Damien) with their knees scrunched up to their chest as they sat at [Y/DN]’s coffee table. All the boys faces were colourfully decorated with fake tattoos and fake diamonds that were stuck to their skins, on their bodies, were frilly princess dresses that were just a tad to small on them as they all belonged to her daughter.
A small chuckle left [Y/N]’s lips and the small noise made all heads turn towards her, the boys with looks of horror on their face at being caught dressed as princesses, while her daughter simply produced a smilethat was large and toothy before running to her mother and wrapping her arms around her knees. “Mommy! We’re playing pretty princesses.”
[Y/N] bent down so that she was eye level with the girl and widened her eyes to appear excited while a smile spread across her face. “Wow. You are such a pretty princess.”The grin on her daughters face widened as she looked back at her brothers and father, who’s eyes still relfected horror but their mouths twisted into a smile as [Y/D/N] turned to face them.
“What about them ommy? Are they pretty princesses as well?2 Looking up to her boys, a smirk on her face as she took in their slightly disgruntled, but all arouhappy to be with their sister, look, she let out another chuckle. “Of course they are. They are the pretieist princesses.”
As [Y/D/N] looked back to her mother, the boys glared at their mother, with Damian and Jason sticking their tongue out like children, and Bruce simply smirked and rolled his eyes at his wife.
the reader also being a Pop-Star(I called the band The Gang(based it off the show “The Boys”)) AND a Vigilante at the same time. Here are some of MY personally headcanons:
- When she’s on tour, she does hero work wherever she goes.
- Her entire band knows, and are chill with it.
- She has a suped-up van like Captain America’s old mobile base.
- people connect the dots of Y/N and her Vigilante Alias and all come down to one conclusion: The Vigilante is obsessed with her band (Reader:…are these guys serious?)
If this is too much, that’s ok.
One Love, Missnght.
I. LOVE. THIS.
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her band is super supportive
like “yeah go kick their asses!! wooooo!”
people begin to notice that whenever her band is on tour in the area her vigilante persona pops up there as well
50% of people think her vigilante alias is obsessed with her but the other 50% think they’re dating
why wouldn’t a vigilante want to date a famous gorgeous singer???
her van would def be all black and go insanely fast and be armed asf
she is rich after all
at concerts, people try to see if her vigilante persona is in the crowd
ofc they’re disappointed but they never lose hope
reader gets so many questions about her vigilante self it's insane
“Do you know (insert vigilante name) personally?” is the most asked question and the most googled question
reader usually answers with something vague that makes people have more questions
"What do you mean by personally?"
"????" the person is now very confused and does not know what else to say, effectively getting reader out of the situation
her band members find this hilarious
they def use this against her all the time
"you can't mash pineapple and apple together and shape it into a pen to make a pineapple pen! it doesn't even write!" "well you can search up (readers name) x (vigilante alias) and find fics, oh and you can stop being so ominous when people ask you questions about it ." "WHAT?!"
yeah people ship reader and her vigilante persona
her band finds this hilarious too
she doesn't share the sentiment
people ship it to the point where they make merch and sell it on ebay
it was readers birthday once and her band threw a surprise party that was her vigilante alias themed and they all wore merch of her and even got those birthday hats with her vigilante self on it
EVEN THE CAKE
reader did not know how to feel about this (she secretly liked it bc it meant they cared)
when shes injured her band members patch her up
they watched tutorials on yt once they found out abt her vigilante activities
they kind of suck but she's grateful and will never tell them that to their faces
Hello!! I've also seen ur neglected Batsis story and I love it! So I came here to request a quick drabble
Idea: You were having a concert that they decided to go to (already a bad idea). They are amazed by your singing skills to say the least. It was all going great until one of the songs you wrote about them came up.
That's when you and some backround dancers began walking up to the spot that they were at. They began trying to escape but the fans around them crowded them to make sure they couldn't escape (they let jason pass tho).
Then, on the big screen behind you, it showed a bunch of screenshots of messages they sent threatening you. They could only watch in horror as they waited for you to stop
Hi!! Thank you! I changed it up a bit but I hope you still like it
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During the break in between songs, you noticed your fans crowding around a group of people while shouting at them.
You quickly took the mic "Hey guys! I appreciate you all being here tonight but can you back away from whoever you're crowding and stop yelling at them?"
"No, they're your shitty family!" Someone in the crowd shouted.
Your heart dropped. They were here?
You saw a person with a streak of white in their hair emerge from the center of the crowd. Jason. "Hey sis! Ya want me t' get 'em out?"
"No it's fine, I got an idea. I'll be right back." You walked offstage to find the tech crew. "Hey guys, is the screen bluetooth?"
"Yes it is. What do you need?"
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You walked back upstage and the crowd was still surrounding your family. They weren't screaming as loud anymore. "Y/N where'd you go?" One of your band members asked.
"Tech crew. We're going to start with (insert song name here)."
"Okayyyy?"
As the song started playing, pictures of text messages popped up. They were from your family and held threats in them. They stayed up long enough for the crowd to read them. The crowd, focusing on reading the texts, parted from the tight circle they made around the Waynes, allowing them to see the screen.
They were horrified as they read the texts. Their faces were carefully blank when they looked away from the screen to you, startled to see you staring right back. They were red-hot with anger, even if they didn't show it outright. You could tell by the clench of their jaws and fists. They tried to leave but your fans kept blocking their path, forcing them to listen as you tore them apart publically for the millionth time, helpless.
