Das doppelte Lottchen [neglected!trouble maker!reader x Batfam x gravity falls]
EDIT: PART 2
[Note: this is more a drabble/one shot. Not sure if I'll make a second part. Neither is the story fleshed out, so.. plot holes]
[After dying once, reader meets Bill Cipher. A dream demon. He uses his powers to help them out, in exchange Reader has to help him get revenge on certain town. Now they train a replacement to take over their place in the batfam. Fem! Implied reader, though use of neutral pronouns]
[TW: abuse, neglect, death, reader drinking and smoking, harmful behavior, batfam related trauma (the usual dish of my family is a bunch of vigilantes)]
"The child who is not embraced by the village will burn it down to feel its warmth."
This saying was a self fulfilling prophecy if you were the child of Bruce Wayne. You vividly remember the day you first met him.
You were five. Just a second before your mother had slapped you so hard your left ear rang, the bread you had taken from the shelf tightly in your hand. You wouldn't let it go, not today.
Your stomach was growling, anger flashed in her eyes. But at least she looked at you. With anger, anguish, disappointment.. but at least she looked at you.
You didn't even hear the commotion.. and then the wall collapsed. Right in front of your eyes your mother was buried under rubble. Some villains attack. One moment she was yelling.. the next she was gone.
The masked person that arrived a moment later looked at you with pity. You stood there, with your five proud years, looking up at Batman. You didn't think of anything at the moment, but to him the masked crusader it looked so accusatory his hard shattered. He hadn't saved your parent. You must be so angry.
You were adopted. There was another Kid. Someone called Jason. From the get go, the hierarchy became clear and the fact that there was no space for you.
From the beginning you were nothing more then an annoying little shadow, that followed Bruce, Alfred, Jason and on rare occasion Dick around like a little puppy. But none of them wanted you near the cave and no matter how hard you tried there was always.. something more important than you.
So you did everything in your power to be good. At first? It worked. Bruce nodded approvingly although absentmindedly at your good grades, at your art, at your crafts. For a moment Dick was happy you took an acrobatics just for him. Look, just because you rarely saw him didn't mean he wasn't a good older brother.
Jason.. was a tougher nut to crack. But when you attended Gotham's more elite pre-schools and got bullied for "not speaking sophisticated enough" you two bonded over being from the narrows.
But.. then one day.. it didn't matter anymore.
Suddenly everything was back to the beginning and they looked through you rather then at you. Once again.. you had become a shadow. And you couldn't do anything about it.
After Jason died you tried your best to be.. good. A kid everyone could rely on. But no one did. No one needed you to be around. No one wanted you around.
When Tim came it felt like betrayal. Because Bruce.. wanted him. Needed him. But he'd never need you.
One day you stumble into the batcave. It was an accident, really. Your clumsy ten year old self had decided to take a walk through the Manor found a door you weren't supposed to open..
Long story short. You got hurt. Cut your leg up but all that didn't matter. Because for the first time in a while.. Bruce looked at you. Genuinely. With utter disappointment. But he looked at you.
And that was when you decided if you couldn't get their attention by being good. You'd get it by being bad.
Two years later, at the ripe age of twelve you had already become terrifyingly good at being.. evil. You made teachers quit their job, proudly pulled strings here and there.
"This behavior is absolutely disgraceful." Alfred once scolded you and you had rolled your eyes. Aggressively. "What are you going to do about it? Throw me out?"
Alfred had shut his mouth and you felt that like a slap to your face. Why had he gone quiet? Why wasn't he arguing. But Alfred was just the butler anyway.
Bruce got mad next. "This is not how I raised you." You scoffed and looked at him with an annoyed expression. "You didn't raise nothing!" And.. that was the end of the fight as if your words hat hurt him, but not in the way you wanted.
Everything you did, every cigarette you smoked, every party you attended was a loud "Acknowledge me, Damn it!"
But no one did. You drowned in silence. Dick didn't bother with you, you never got close to Tim. And all your trouble making was.. for nothing.
... or no.
It wasn't.
Over the time, you had built a group. A small group of kids just as neglected as you. Some rich, others not. But they all looked up to you.
One of them was Y/n. She had your name. Your face, your build. Not completely, she was a bit smaller in statue and had doe eyes that made everyone grow protective.
It was uncanny. How similar someone could be to you. She was.. your doppelgänger. And she looked at you like you hung the moon.
She trailed after you on adventures and copied everything you did. At one point even cutting her hair the same way you did.
At first you hated it. The desperate way she clung to you. But you grew to it. Because she looked at you. Like a fan. As if you were her personal idol. As if you mattered.
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You were 16.
Long past gaining your families attention by causing trouble. Now you causes trouble for yourself only. Heck, you had even successfully avoided all the newcomers to the family.
Bit peace never lasted long.
You should have noticed something was wrong when your best friend, your closest confidant started wearing that joker smile on his face.
When he no longer followed you, but a psychopathic clown.
You didn't blame him. Gotham broke you. One way, or another. Whatever lead to him joining the jokers goons... it must have been horrible.
But he was standing in front of you know. Crying, arms wrapped around you as his arms held you close. "I'm sorry." He whispered. Over and over again. "I didn't want this."
Blood spilled from his lips. The shot meant to hit you.. had gone into him instead. "Jack?" You whispered as you saw him collapse. Fall.
You don't remember what happened to you. But you remember what happened to him.
Jack was your first friend. A lonely child like you, sitting in gotham prep like it did anything. He wasn't scared of you acting out. He didn't leave you when the teachers yelled. He stood by you. The scrawny kid with glasses held onto you. Desperately.
And now he's dead.
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"What a situation." You heard a voice drawl. In the endless void of your brain you heard him. Bill Cipher.
"Great. My personal hell is a dorito? Of course." You scoffed making Bill narrow his eyes. "Personal hell? You're my personal hell! I find a power source! And its a stupid child." He scoffed. He looked tired, a crack through his pyramid body.
You look at him. "Power source?" You ask, raising a brow, crossing your arms. "I'm no power source. I'm dead." You answer dryly and the pyramid rolled its eye.
"Of course a human like you would say that." He pulls out a book. "Okay kid, what do you want."
You blink. "What?"
"I need you to escape A.X.O.L.O.T.L. and you'll get something in return. You know? Want to turn back time? I can help with that! Revenge? I can help with that. Just make a deal with me." He said holding out one hand to you.
You eye his hand worried. "Why should I trust you?" Bill shrugged. "Its either that, or dying forever kid. Pick your poison. And i can't help you till you free my physical form."
If you ever had anyone to teach you about deals with dream demons.. you would have perhaps waited with accepting the deal. But you didn't have anyone. You were your own teacher. So you took his hand and shook it.
So you found yourself awake again. In the body of your 13 year old self. And you prepared. Of course you still caused ruckus. Still caused trouble.
But you were stronger. Better.
"So, how will you leave your family?" Bill asked in your head and you grinned, watching Y/N. "I'm a good actor. A better teacher."
"Ah, you're replacing yourself?" Bill asked and you nodded. "Indeed. They won't even notice, once I am done with her. Its like ballet shoes. You just have to break them in.. and then they fit."
Y/N was desperate for a chance to get away from her family. Out of her shitty life. You were that escape. Looking at you.. she felt free. You were everything she wanted to be.
When you offered to turn her into you, she accepted. She would have done anything. Even gotten plastic surgery to make her eyes look more like yours.
She wore the mask of [____] Wayne like a crown. Like a mantle befitting of a royal. She loved being you.
No matter how harshly you treated her, how strict you were.. she endured. Because becoming you was.. a promotion. A promotion in life, handed to her on a silver platter.
The others in the group noticed what you were doing. And when you told them about the grand escape, about becoming Y/N to flee.. the others helped. They'd miss you, all of them. They were the lost boys to your peter pan.
But the only one that would accompany you was Jack. And you had hoped he would. Because you were changing your life. And his fated death.
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The switch between you and Y/N was quick. Flawless. She got picked up by Alfred, you took the bus. Yelled at her parents for her.. got kicked out.
Jack and you joined the circus. You could be very convincing. And they needed a new clown and an acrobat.
Y/N meanwhile took up your space. She wasn't bothered by the suffocated silence in the house. Because she was a stranger. A stranger that wore your face. She was just tinier and more doe eyed. No one noticed.
You part way's with Jack as you arrive in oregon. He wants to stay with the circus. You head to gravity falls. With the money you earned in the circus you were able to afford a new house. Small, run down.. but yours.
You met Soos and Wendy. You got hired as help in the mystery shack.
A year passed since you left.
You were 16.
Y/N too.
No one noticed. No.. that was wrong.
Damian noticed. Things didn't add up about Y/N. Things that had been inheritly you. The loud bolterous aura that demanded attention. The way you'd smell of cigarettes.
Y/N was none of that.
Tim noticed next.
Because Y/N could pretend to be you. But she missed things that were invisible to the outside.
She wad the perfect [____]. Until she wasn't.
But no one could demand answers.
Because Y/N claimed to be you. She had your diaries. She knew you on a fundamental level. A level your family never reached.
No matter how hard they probed, poked.. and blooded.
They couldn't find.. anything. Lest of all you.
