#I AM ALIVE.
BATFAMILY X BENDY!READER
🖋️SYNOPSIS: when a certain deranged ink demon is mostly alive, even if others think they’re not.
🖋️INFO: reader/you have been mutated in ink by your father’s co-worker. Being a now ink demon that somehow is still a teenager after years and decades of the incident. Reader is gender neutral.
🖋️GENRE: oneshot
🖋️WORDCOUNT: 870
Drip.
Drip.
Drip.
“Y/n”
“Hm?”
“You’re melting again…” Tim says concerned, looking at your dripping face that’s dripping with ink as of this moment.
You’ve been living with the Waynes for a while, ever since Tim discovered your lost case of being mutated with ink.
Making you into some creature that lives through ink.
“Oh.” You bluntly say, not even worrying for your own being as it’s been years. Years you’ve been stuck as a teenager, mentally a little, and physically more. “I’ll be fine…” You said softly, and Tim frowned, seeing your dark eyes look back at the TV in front of you both.
“You sure?” He says scooting closer to you on the couch.
“Yeah.”
You got up with haste, wiping the ink that started to drip over your eyes. God, you felt sick.
“I’m going to bed.” You said as your body started to feel further, making an ink puddle and transferring yourself to another that you made into your room.
Tim was going to reach out to you but didn’t.
“Damnit… they don’t even seem alive,” Tim mutters to himself, combing his fingers through his hair as he looks at the puddle that soon clears away from the floor.
“Why must they have gone through what they went through?”
🖋️
Jason walked out of his room. 'I'm just visiting,' he says to himself and to the family when he comes over. He walked down the stairs, going to the kitchen. He just wanted a fresh bottle of water. That's all he wanted.
A nice cold water bottle in the fridge with his name written all over it. But as Jason walked into the kitchen, there stood a tall-looking demon, dripping with black liquid.
Jason turns on the lights only for the “thing” to go away and reveal it's just you eating this old-looking soup.
Bacon soup.
“Kid.. What are you doing up this late?” Jason questions, watching how you emotionlessly eat. “Y/n?”
You snapped out of your state as you just slowly looked at him as if you were in some horror movie.
“Eating.”
“Eating what?”
“Bacon soup.”
Silence after that.
“Y/n, are you okay? You look kinda dead.”
“I am alive,” you said as you slurped your soup annoyingly loud.
Silence. Expect the loud slurping noises.
“Whatever,” Jason says rubbing his eyes as he goes to get a water bottle and leave. He then turns the lights off. Leaving you just in the dark as you stopped slurping. Staring off in the dark with a blank look, you dropped the bowl of soup in the sink.
“Sickening.”
🖋️
You were looking outside, minding your business before dick had busted into your room.
“Hey there Inky!!” Dick says enthusiastically, walking over to see your dull dark eyes. They've always been dull ever since you've lived here. But jeez did you look depressed.
You don't smile.
Don't laugh.
Don't even hang out much with the family.
If Dick had to say it, you’re worse than Jason.
“Why don't you say we go out for some family bonding?” Dick suggests as he stood by you, looking at you as you gave him a weirded-out glance.
“Why should I? We’re not even related.”
Dick chuckles at your words, “Well Inky, we don't have to be related to be family.” dick reasons, or tried to at least since you just looked forward again.
“I’ll pass.”
Dick frowns, “Okay something's up with you, what's up?”
Silence.
You only stared at a dog that was quite familiar to someone you counted as a friend and a brother, someone you held close to.
Dick noticed you looking at the dog and smiled. “Oh, I know that stray dog, I named it Boris.”
Your eyes widened, looking at dick and then the dog. “Really?”
“Yes, but Damian also helped me pick the name cause I was just gonna call him spotty due to his little cute freckles.”
You couldn't help but let out a small smile, feeling a little bit relaxed as you stared at the dog who trotted across the sidewalk.
“Yeah.. I guess the freckles are cute.”
🖋️
Damian had a pout on his face. Shocking isn't it? Well, he's pouting because the only person or so said ink monster he likes is ignoring him. Ever since Damian met you, it’s been kinda weird. He likes drawing, he’s nine. So you assumed he equated you being an ink demon to helping him with his artistic skills.
“I assure you that it won’t take long for this errand,” Damian says, trying to reason with you.
“No.”
“You’re simply incomprehensible,” Damian says, using those big words again for his vocabulary.
“And you are simply annoying, now go away twerp.” you shooed him away to which he just stood there with a glare.
“You are not even alive for me to even desire death upon you.”
“Oh, I'm alive. Just not the kinda alive you think I am,” you smirked as you walked past the dwaf who clicked his tongue at your attitude.
“I am alive….” you whispered to yourself as you looked at your pale hands, and you felt your own cold body. Your face was dripping ink before you wiped it off quickly.
“I am alive.”
