#bruce x reader

[milescrypt]

"holy shit this man is weird"

*immediately starts writing/looking for fics about him*

[bat1nsignia]

drabble #6! -- bruce wayne x fem!reader (nsfw)

mentions: backshots, p in v, no protection, praising, dirty talk, talks you thru it, bruce has a mean dick i can confirm, i just need to let my inner demons out 🎧 -- the best ive ever had by limi

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if there was one thing to rival bruce wayne’s wallet in terms of size, it would definitely be his cock

and you would know— especially since you were in a mean arch, ass pressed on his hips and cock snuggled in your pussy. your face was lying on its side, lips fully parted and letting soft sounds escape from them

“that’s it, sweetheart” he cooed in your ear, a hand gently holding your neck and the other on your waist before rolling his hips into another deep thrust that made a whine leave your lips. “doing such a good job takin’ me” his pace was slow but the depth was what driving you insane, feeling his chest pressed on your back

“bruce—“ you breathlessly gasped, hands gripping onto the sheets till your knuckles were white. “bruce you’re so—big—” a moan left your lips when you felt his tip press mean onto all the right spots in your pussy

“i know, baby” he kissed your cheek before giving you another deep thrust that caused both you and him to let out a sound. “i know.” trust me, he knew. and this time, his words were in a groan before picking his head up from your shoulder

bruce’s hand slipped from your neck to join his hand in order to firmly grab your waist before they slid down to lay on your hips, grunts leaving him as his pace started to pick up along the intensity of his thrusts

you couldn’t even moan his name or anything, you were just drooling on the pillow from the side, dumb founded with full blown eyes and small gasps heard from you

not stopping his pace, his hand goes to brush your hair from your face and wipe your forehead, the motion gentle compared to his thrusts. “just like that” he grunted, making sure your walls were perfectly molded for his size

not like they weren’t anyway. and if they weren’t, then tonight would make sure they were

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[theyuuy]

The Dating App?

Hinge prank

ft. Bruce Wayne, Roy Harper, Dick Grayson, Jason Todd, & Wally West.

[waynedoll]

You perch on Bruce’s lap in the middle of the night humming an unknown tune, scrolling mindlessly through Instagram as Bruce rubs slow circles on your back. His head rests in the crook of your neck, breathing smooth and calm, as if he isn’t fighting the bone-deep exhaustion he desperately needs to give in to.

“Baby, should we sleep now? I’m getting sleepy waiting for your little shopping time,” he murmurs. His hand stills on your back before he lifts his head from your neck, cupping your cheeks gently and tugging your attention away from your phone.

You pout. “I didn’t get what I want yet, Brucey.” With an exaggerated sigh, you fall against him dramatically, one hand on your chest to add to the act—anything to lure him into spending more time with you after patrol. “Still got lots to think about. What to buy. It’s stressing me out.”

“Sweetheart…” Bruce sighs, brows furrowing, lips pressed into a thin line as his body sinks into the leather chair. “I just got home from patrolling… cut me some slack, please, baby. I… really need rest this time.”

That’s new. Bruce is never this desperate for rest, at least not with you. He usually despises stopping even for a moment. After patrol he’d normally head straight down to the Batcave, analyzing Wayne Enterprises data or scanning for new Gotham crime patterns. But now… his eyes are already half-lidded, lips forming that soft pout he gets when he wants attention. His face leans into your small palm before his eyes flutter shut, his body going slack.

That’s when you know—you better be a good girl and not mess with his mood.

So you mumble an “okay,” slipping off his lap. He groans at the loss of warmth, but you quickly grab his hand, pulling him up from the chair and guiding him toward the bed. You push him gently by the shoulders, and he blinks at you in confusion.

“What is this about…? Are you mad at me, baby?”

You chuckle softly, shaking your head as you help him lie down properly, adjusting the pillow under his head before settling beside him with a tired huff. You slide one arm under his chest, the other around his torso, your chin tucked on top of his head.

That’s when he realizes—

“Am I the little spoon today?” he murmurs, amused at your attempt to be the big spoon, even though your arms barely reach halfway around him.

You mumble sleepily, “Yeah… wanna be the big spoon even though I’m clearly the princess one here. But that’s okay. Wanna spoil my man tonight.”

A small smile tugs at his lips, his heartbeat quickening as he feels your hands patting his back—the same way he always does when you fall asleep. You press a soft kiss to his forehead before murmuring a good night.

Bruce’s eyes soften in the dark. He leans in, resting his weight against your chest, wrapping his arms around you tightly as he whispers back, “I love you, baby.”

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[trashshifter]

Pairings: Platonic! Yandere! Batfam x Spider Venom! Reader

Summary: The relationship between you and Bruce, your biological father, had always been bare bone, and that goes for your siblings as well. You never made a big deal out of anything and kept to yourself. Bruce also seems troubled at finding out information about you after knowing how neglectful he has been.

Chapter Warnings: Talks of abuse | wealthy people being assholes mentioned | switching pov's between Reader and Bruce | Damien being a little shit | Bruce realizing he knows nothing about Reader | Bruce doesnt realize how old Reader is either lmao | Alfred being lowkey an instigator

Author's Notes: Now that I have like 5 series to write for expect random chapters being thrown out lol whatsver strikes my mood will be written + posted! Currently working on 3 separate Avatar fics, this Batfam pic, and a Yaujta fic so be patient please 😩

Word Count: 8.4k

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Chapter Four:

You didn't hate your family, but you didn't like them either. On one hand they didn't force you to join their nightly activities but that also meant being left out since their secret identities were a big part of their lives. You never were close to any of them in particular, honestly Duke and Tim were the only ones you've actually had conversations with, although it was more like small talk before they were whisked away for more important matters.

Your father was in the middle, while you actually had conversations with the man they were long ago, now the most you get from him is a grunt or hum.

You did not hate Bruce, he was not a bad man in any way. He gave you a roof over your head and your own black card for anything, which you often used to buy necessities but there has been the occasional time you bought supplies for a new hobby you wanted to try.

You will admit that coming home and occasionally catching the whole family, Alfred included, in the kitchen or living room all laughing or just relaxing did crack your heart a little. Watching everyone get along and forget about the fact that you lived at the manor broke you, but you never minded. After all, how were you supposed to get along with a whole family consisting of vigilantes? You did your part by attending many gala's in Bruce's favor and often saw how other wealthy parents treated their children and considered yourself lucky. Bruce never hit you, or berated you, or even let you fend for yourself, he gave you everything.

Just not his attention.

Now here you are sitting down trying to eat dinner while your father, who you saw earlier at the gala, is standing at the doorway in the kitchen.

You didn't look up to meet his gaze, instead focusing on finishing your dinner, you knew that Bruce saw you at the gala and he probably wanted to check on you before leaving. Of course he didn't know that you knew about his secret identity.

“What happened to them?” Bruce turned to look at Alfred, who was standing at the sink.

“It seems as if a villain managed to cause some damage at the building Master Y/N was attending a gala, they got some minor scratches but are otherwise fine.”

You couldn't help the small eye twitch, they did know you were sitting right there right?

“Hm. Were they alone during the attack?”

“No, Peter Parker was there who had more serious injuries but was sent to the hospital for further inspection-”

A cluttering noise filled the room along with a loud screech as you stood abruptly and dropped your silverware. You almost forgot about your friend! Was he okay? Did he have any internal injuries? Were Aunt May and Uncle Ben okay?

“Master Y/N? What is wrong?”

“I need to call Aunt May and Uncle Ben!” You quickly replied to the butler before you tried to move past the two tall men. That's when you felt it, a tingling sensation of the back of your neck and before he could, you yanked your arms back just as Bruce went to grab you.

You could see the surprise on his face before your body moved on its own and you threw yourself out of the way as Damien was coming to the kitchen entryway.

“Hey!-”

“Sorry!” You called out over your shoulder before running back to your room and slamming the door open. You quickly grabbed your phone on the nightstand before immediately calling Uncle Ben, who you had on speed dial.

Ring-Ring-Ring

“Wonder when you'd call.”

“Uncle Ben! Are you okay? Is Peter okay? Is he breathing? Aunt May is she- “

“Relax sweetheart. Take some deep breaths.” You could hear the amused tone in the older man's voice, you let out a small sigh before taking some large breaths in and letting them out.

“Im fine, Aunt May is fine, and Peter is fine. Just some bruising and small cuts, according to him you saved his life!”

You couldn't help the warm feeling crawling up your neck. “Saving his life is a bit of an exaggeration, but I'm glad everyone's good.”

After some more small talk and even saying hi to Aunt May, you hung up and let out a large sigh of relief. You didn't hesitate to plop down onto your bed and you have never been more glad that Alfred made you shower before eating.

You snuggled up to your pillows and not even a full 5 minutes later you were out like a light, exhausted after everything.

Bruce never considered himself a good parent, but he also didn't think he was a bad one either. He tried his best to give each of his children the best chance at success, while he did push them towards the Robin/Batgirl route he would not force them to carry the mantle.

All except you.

When Bruce first met you after your mother's mysterious death in a plane crash he had to do a double take. You looked just like him, from the outlines of his face to the shape of his nose and even to the resting 'Wayne' face everyone said he had.

There was no denying you were his.

Maybe that is what caused Bruce to be distant, the fact that you were a carbon copy of him and even got Alfred to make a comment about how you reminded the butler of Bruce in his younger days made him feel uneasy.

Of course he didn't even try and get you to be a sidekick, there was no way he would be able to focus with you by his side. Bruce tried to show up in your life, but every time you locked eyes with the man he just left you in the hands of Alfred.

Bruce, or Batman in this case, was doing his usual patrol routes with Robin (Damien) when he managed to spot someone on a glass roof of some building he recognized. It was a common place that gala's were often held, it was high class and spacious, perfect for the uptight and frankly boring parties that companies, or wealthy people in general, would throw.

Of course it didn't take long for Batman to spot the giant bomb on the back of this person's back and after some back and forth, Robin managed to send the man crashing into the roof causing the bomb to go off, and for debris to fall inside the building.

When Batman looked through the roof he felt his heart almost stop.

You were there.

What were you doing at a gala? Surely you didn't enjoy them right?

He also noticed the boy you were with, who the hell was this kid? And why were you dancing so close? You were way too young to date anybody! At least that's what he told himself.

Batman also noticed how you pushed the boy out of the way before the roof came crashing in, but before he could move-

“The man is now in police custody.” Damien's voice cut through the night air, making Bruce look back at the boy. They exchanged a few more words before Bruce looked back only to see you gone, of course he spotted you with Alfred in front of the building a few seconds later and took this as a sign to return home.

Bruce needed to talk to you.

. . .

What Bruce wasn't expecting was for you to be so, uh small? Not necessarily physically but more so in the space you were in. It's as if you were trying to take up as little space as possible, which only served to confuse Bruce more. This house was certainly big enough for everyone, so why were you trying to shrink in on yourself?

The man asked Alfred about you, despite you being right there, in hopes that you would speak out. You did not.

It wasn't until Alfred had mentioned Peter something, Barker maybe? Or was it Farker? Either way he mentioned a boy's name, and Bruce immediately thought of the boy you were dancing with and who, in his opinion, was way too close to you physically to just be dancing.

That's when you stood up suddenly and exclaimed something about calling before you tried to leave. Bruce tried to stop you, so he could actually talk to you, but when he reached his arm out it's like you knew what he was going to do as you dodged his grab and then dodged Damien as he was coming inside the kitchen.

Bruce stared after you in genuine surprise.

When the hell did you get so agile? How did you know he was going to try and grab you? Bruce never put his hands on his kids, no matter the scenario, he did not tolerate hitting kids at all.

It wasn't luck either, the movement it took to pull those stunts off were trained as if you have practiced over and over again.

“What happened to them?” Damien asked as he strolled in to grab a bottle of water from the fridge. “Also when did they learn to dodge like that? Even for a civilian it wasn't bad form.”

Bruce took a second before blinking over at Alfred, who was cleaning off the table.

“Has Y/N been taking any uh self defense classes? Or acrobatics? Anything related?” The man watched as the butler shook his head.

“Master Y/N has shown interest in many things over the years but anything requiring excessive physical movement doesn't seem to interest them.”

Bruce just stared at the older man, he cleared his throat ever so slightly.

“Do they always attend gala's? They never seemed interested in the whole high society type setting.”

“Master Y/N goes to them when you cannot, often filling in for you and taking over as the public speaker for Wayne Enterprises, they are quite charismatic. This specific gala was a celebration for their accomplishments at Oscorp, they had gotten a full-time and paid internship there directly under the head scientists, Dr. Connors.”

Bruce felt his jaw drop.

You? You took over the gala speeches and were charismatic?

Bruce felt an uneasy feeling settled in his stomach but before he could speak, he heard a scoff coming from his other biological child.

“Them? Charismatic? Have you seen them? I do not believe it for a moment.” Damien looked at Alfred with a raised eyebrow. “Do we have any proof of this 'charismatic' person in action?”

Alfred smiles softly before bowing his head slightly. “I do. I have many of their interviews and speeches saved on a hard drive, if you wish you can have your proof.”

Bruce looks between the butler and his son before feeling his phone vibrate, which he looks at immediately. It was Dick, claiming that everyone was waiting for him in the Bat Cave.

Bruce looked up at the two others.

“Damien, meet the others in the Bat Cave. Alfred, can you get me that hard drive?”

Damien nodded immediately and set off to group up with the others while Alfred began leading Bruce to his personal room, where he said the hard drive was held.

Why did Alfred have the hard drive in his personal room? Why didn't you say anything about the internship?

Bruce thought he knew you, just a small, shy and quiet kid, but according to Alfred you weren't really shy which only confused Bruce further.

How could the man who claimed to be your biological father know nothing about his child?

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[k4sy]

“Bruce...”

“Shhh, baby. Keep quiet for me. The kid is gonna wake up if you don't keep your pretty lips shut.” His voice is hoarse, whispering as he tears your panties off your legs. Dragging it painfully slow, devouring the way your thighs shake beneath his hand.

Bruce then looms over you, tracing your soft curves with his mouth and finding your lips in rough kisses. Teeth nip your bottom lip, pulling and sucking until he lets go of it with a wet smooch. He leans back, cupping your face gently.

You lean against his touch, covering his hand with your hands on your cheeks, a whimpering mess. Hips bucking up against his crotch, asking for more friction. “Baby, I want more. I want you.”

“I know,” he whispers, leaning again into the crook of your neck, savoring the sweet, natural vanilla scent you always have, marking you with his teeth. Hands wandering, cupping your clothed breast before groping it lightly. Feeling the weight in his hands. He huffs, “Pregnancy sure changes you, love. Look at this. It feels so full.”

“I thought it never happened...” you chuckle softly, wrapping your hands around his neck, hot breath hovering, “But maybe my husband has the other perspective.”

“Damn right, baby.”

[sonarspace]

❦︎ bruce wayne x reader. slight age gap. 18+ nsfw.

older!bruce who was your dad's business partner on a new project. it started slow, but before you both knew it, the tension was undeniable. the countless galas and parties you both ran into each other, eyes always meeting across the room.

older!bruce who you ran into at a bar, eyes fixed on you as he kissed a lady. were you jealous, he wondered? did you wish it was you? but god, the minute you turned it on him and picked a man in the crowd to kiss, he was fuming.

older!bruce who left the club pissed and with blue balls. what the fuck had gotten into him? he jerked himself off at the thought of you. it felt wrong. you were his business partner's daughter. but would it be fair to just reduce you to that?

older!bruce who saw you a few weeks later. you walked passed him into a club but before you could get too far, he pulled you into a private room. you yelped, but you'd be lying if you didn't say you were hoping for this.

older!bruce who asked it you wanted to cross the line so easily. and who were you to deny yourself the simple pleasures of life?

older!bruce whose fingers found your heat too quickly, eager to feel you out. he went down on his knees so easily, you'd think he was praying to the powers above. his lips trailed up your thigh, hands hiking up your dress until he felt the waistband of your underwear. he slipped it down easily.

his lips edged closer to your slick folds. his fingers parting your lips, watching as your cunt glistened in arousal just from thoughts of him. god, he'd tried drugs, but this was getting him on a whole different level of high.

older!bruce who made eye contact, holding it as he pressed his tongue and tasted you. “fuck baby,” he mumbled against your skin.

his eyes rolled back on their own accord. his hands tightened their hold on your hips as he drove further in. the taste of your juices mixing with his saliva as he lapped at you hungrily.

older!bruce whose finger slipped into you as he lapped at your needy clit. you gripped him the hair biting down on your lip. this was too much, too fast, but you didn't want to stop. he hummed as you clenched around him. the tightness in your stomach increasing tenfold as he added a second finger. you finally snapped when you felt his lips wrap around your nub and suckle greedily. you came, trembling in his grip as he made sure you felt every second, his tongue unrelenting.

older!bruce who stood up slowly, wiping his mouth, and straightening his suit. you tugged your dress down, taking a moment to breathe. “you okay, sweetie?” he asks as if he didn’t just almost suck your soul out. you nodded in response and he gave you a knowing, almost smug smile. without a word, he opened the door, and you followed him out into the cool night.

[sangunary]

- To whoever loves me.

Batfam × Neglected Reader! (Villain).

SYPNOSIS: After being ressuracted the only thing on your mind was vengeance, to bring pain to your family who wronged you

WARNING: Gore, Angst, mental issues, batfam are portrait as bad people ( purely for this au only).

The last thing you could remember was the smell of iron before you close your eyes. Flashes of lights appeard, the cold embracing you.

The dark grab onto yout drifting body, dragging you into slumber yet your body refused the temptation much to your dismay... Your eyelids heavy yet it seems like they have a mind of their own... They wouldn't close.

Where is everyone? Are they alright? Where am I? I want to see them...

The sensation of water entering your nostrils woke you up from the train of thoughts.

Your eyes shot open as the glaring light from above enters.

You were drowing, not in water... atleast you think, water isn't green. If you're remembering correctly.

Trying to find a place to stand up you desperately move your leg around, searching for the floor of the green liquid.

Your head hurt, your vision is blurry and everything feels heavy yet dropping wasn't an option.

Atlast your foot found a rock to stand on, now that your initial worries are gone you look up, observing your surroundings.

Rocks, high and steep... you're in some sort of cave surrounded by some sort of soldiers... and Ra and Talia... Does this mean, you died?

"Wh-Where is my family?!"

You ask, your voice shaking... even talking hurt, feels like a fork grazing your throat from the inside.

"...Still foolish enough to care about them?"

Ra spoke, from your view it felt as if he was mocking you... looking down ot the once glorious bat now just a wingless bat that is for no use.

"I'll kill every last of your kind if you dare-!"

"Calm yourself first"

A much more soothing voice appear, Talia. But wasn't she right next to Ra, it appears your state right now is making you quite vulnerable.

"Do you remember anything? Before we bring you back to life?"

You suspect that was the case. Why else would you be here? Why else would your body and adrenaline be this high at this moment.

Talia step into the pit, her hand out stretch waiting for you to take it.

Could you really trust a villain that almost killed you and your family? Yes. There is no other option.

Taking her hand she drag you out the Lazarus pit.

"Think, before this... the warehouse, the betrayal... Everything you've known is nothing but lies"

Talia spoke as her gaze landed on your eyes... And a relieve sigh left her mouth after she confirmed what she was checking.

You remember abit, no... you remember everything now.

That night, the warehouse... joker, everyone... Everyone.

"I-I... It can't be..."

You couldn't help as hot tears rolled down your eyes. Your hands on your face as you recollect your memories about everything.

That night, there was a vote. Everyone in the family, the joker gave a command... To vote who get's to die.

For an hour you all sit trying to get out yet nothing worked...

"... We'll get out, don't worry"

Dick noticing your nervousness assured you, his ability to stay calm under any situation amaze you...

Dick was the older brother that planned all the bad stuff to do together, he was fun and because of him you learn that life shouldn't be full of negativity and paranoia even as a vigilante.

He taught you how to be carefree and enjoy life. He himself might not enjoy it but he was willing to pretend for you, he doesn't like to c

" 'TT', it's truly amusing to watch you panick because of a mere washed up clown. No wonder you barely catch anything good"

Damian commented as well which made Barabara abit annoyed at him for even speaking up while you were clearly in a bad position.

"Now isn't the time to pick a fight". Barbara spoke.

Barbara was truly the most admirable for you, she was kind, loving, caring just everything you wish to be as a lady... Not to mention she's quite attractive and charming.

Her head turns to look at you and a smile crep up her face, you left alot better. Afterall she was indeed the first to help you settle at the manor when you arrive.

She was there at your first crush, heartbreak, period and even embarrassing days.

"Don't worry, im- we're here... Well beat his ass to the gutter in a matter of a minute"

She assured you, her encouraging words striking you.

"Right, I have you guy's..."

There is no reason to worry... Your family is here afterall, after years of being family you can't help but almost cry from being so lucky.

To be picked up from the dirt and having q chance with this family, you wanted to cry. To say that you're extremely greatful for them loving you and not treating you like strangers.

"I still cannot believe he got us all here, it's impressed even"

Tim spoke up, it is indeed weird on how he managed to catch every of the Batfamly expect Alfred and Bruce himself.

Something doesn't feel right, he should be here by now yet there was no sign of Bruce, not even another league members.

The whole batfamily just gone during a random Friday night should be a big event, afterall friday is the biggest time for crime to spike up.

"Ah... I see, enjoying your precious family meeting?"

A voice entered the room, you couldn't see who but you know who it is from that irritating voice. The joker.

The way you were position didn't allow you to see much of the clown but evryone else heads turns, face contoured with disgust, hatred, announce and wanting to beat him up.

"Oh now c'mon... what's with those faces? That's not a very nice expression to someone who makes a special game for the family..."

The door was kick shut, you assumed by Harley. The chick who is obessed with the clown and from the look of it... You might consider being a villain of a literal clown can have a girl like Harley.

"I sweat to God. I will bash your head into mush when im out from here"

Jason threaten the clown, who doesn't seem phase at all rather quite pleased by the bold plan.

"Right, that is if you survive my special game"

Everyone either sigh or rolled their eyes in pure announce. Was this new? No... He's full of games that no one wants to play.

"Oh c'mon! It's a good game, right pumpkin?"

His head turn to Harley who was always with him right and wrong, mostly wrong.

"Right Puddin! We made sure it'll bring out your emotions in full display just from winning!"

Harley happy as ever explain, you can't help but feel this sensation. That something was wrong.

Another part of you told you that doubting your own family and Bruce wasn't right, maybe the fact that you're a coward was holding you back... Great. Absolutely great.

"As you can see, we'll give everyone a fare change to vote a person... To meet my new friend"

Joker explain, his tone turning almost sinister yet the uncanny smile of his was the most off putting.

"Only one loser, the rest can celebrate their victory... it'll be the best victor you'll every taste"

Joker further explained, Harley behind her was proudly showing her bat to everyone... swinging it around with a smug grin on her face.

"No worries, it's not my baby tho... Rather it's a new friend that me and Mr. J are very proud of! "

A sigh of relief left your mouth as you tried so fucking hard to hide the sweat rolling down your forehead.

Dick gaze landed on Jason who was quiet, too quiet. His gaze was on Harley's bat and he was very in thought... Too deep in thought.

"This is ridiculous..."

Stephanie finally speak up as she sigh, she wasn't in the mood for shit. Afterall she told you that her and her boyfriend broke up previously, Joker and Harley little scheme would just annoy her more than anything could ever.

"I did not plan on spending today with shein make-up clown and his crazy chick... Whatever, better than condiment man"

Barbara replied to Stephanie, only you knew about Stephanie's love life fully. Barbara only knew about the break up.

"Anything is better than that guy, I rather face death itself than cleaning my suit at three in the morning again, I refuse"

Tim added, his hatred for that man runs deep in his blood. He always cure the guy whenever he could, afterall Tim was the only person who was affected by the guy both hero and civilian.

Always showing up during Tim's patrol and running Tim's date by spraying condiment which ruined the date for Tim.

"I see, no one here seems to he comically afraid... That's great to see of course, I wouldn't want to start with such a bad atmosphere"

Joker spoke up again, this time his hand was on Jason's shoulder and Jason was ready to bite Jokers fingers off.

"Pumpkin, why don't you take it from here... I'll meet our special loser at my office"

With that said he left the room, Harley smile wider which was terrifying as hell. She always smile like a lunatic and now she looks like a lunatic on special drugs.

"Father where are you?"

you mutter to yourself. The place itself scared you and seeing Harley smile was scary she should consider not smiling anymore, it brings agony more than anything else.

Being a literal 15 years old and being the youngest with a set of problem doesn't help the fact that you're a vigilante.

You're the clingest of them, have an attachment issue especially from Bruce because he gave you the fatherly love you wish for... And now the thought of anything bad happening wasn't helping your issue.

"Now, shall we vote the loser?"

Harley spoke out once again.

The rule was to vote the loser simple and everyone knew what the loser would face, surely everyone would vote for themselves and evryone will be safe.

So you opted to vote for yourself. Yet, doubt filled your head maybe what if someone didn't think like you at all? No, you're overthinking because... You're the least intelligent here and all so yeah... if you can find a solution so can evryone.

"And... the loser is..."

Harley with that uncanny smile on her face was announcing now.

She was walking around like a predator trying to catch it's prey, she stop behind you.

"You"

Before you could even blink or look at anyone a blow was sent straight to your head.

Harley had hit you with her bat, blood spilling from where she hit you as well, spewing down onto your suit.

"Ah shit! You're supposed to be unconscious... Whatever, make it better for puddin!"

Harley chriped, holding onto the wooden chair you were on as she drag it...

Your blood dropping on the floor, your eyes blurred and you watch as your family sat there silently watching you.

"Someone... help"

You mutter out but no one dare to even scream, protest or even try to struggle to get to you.

The screetching sound of the end of the wooden chair being dragged against the concrete ground ring all around.

"...I- what do we do?"

Duke asked confused on why everyone was acting this way. For Duke everything was utterly new, afterall this was his second week with the family.

"... Nothing we can do"

Dick spoke, his face turn into something even Duke have never seen before, so dark and lifeless...

"Isn't she our sister..? Why are we letting them take her! Hey! Fucking Harley! Batman is coming you better not touch our sis-"

"Be quiet, Duke"

Barbara cut him off which Duke was most confused about.

Wouldn't Barbara be the one to be more desperate than he was about you being taken away? He saw you and Barbara together alot.

"Quiet!? Are you craz-"

"Duke. That is enough."

Dick commanded, he glared at the younger one, Duke felt his blood turning cold. What. The. Hell.

The only thing you remember after that is beating upon beating.

"Oho! You like that? How about the front? Or is the back better?"

Joker asked as he swung pipe wrench again and again.

Your blood spewing all over the room as Harley was just watching fully entertained by watching you be in pain.

"Ah! Please!... Stop! Im sorry... Father! Please help me... Please help me! Dick! Barbara! Ti-m! Anyone... Anyone...."

You plead desperately, curling yourself to protect yourself from the brutal blow you were getting back to back.

"Oh look at the bat curling up... So cute, ain't it pumpkin? Help me out and let's stretched it's wing..."

Joker looked at Harley with that smile as Harley laugh, you can't even see shit properly.

It's been hours, hours of beating and no sign of Bruce... He should be here by now? Why isn't he- Why isn't he here? Why... You really missed him.

In the other room your siblings were in utter silence, Jason was provoke by the sound of your pleading, desperation and the horrifying sound of your bones breaking, flesh being torn.

"...Jason? It's alright... Im sorry you have to hear this"

Dick was trying to comfort him.

Duke on the other hand was disgusted by everyone he thought he knew in just a feq week.

"She's dying and you're comforting him instead of yknow? Trying to save her? Why is everyone so dull... She's dying! C'mon, you guy's told me family doesn't leave eachother to suffer... Family help... Don't we?"

Duke asked, on the verge of crying because hearing you cry and begged for mercy for an hour straight was breaking him.

You were so kind to him, you are the youngest and he swore everyone love you dearly... But why is everyone so unaffected by the sound of you dying?

"She isn't one of us"

After breaking your leg Harley stood proudly, like a child admiring her science project.. Smiling as if the first position was promised to her.

You could barely open your eyes... Everything hurt like hell...

The next thing you remember was being dragged out into the cold by Joker goons, the cold feeling of that rope around your neck as you watch helplessly.

"hey yknow... Batman should be here by now right?"

One of the goon asked confused as hell, the smelling was metal was strong and seeing your disshaveled look was hard to see even for the goon.

Your left leg was facing the wrong way and your hair was disshaveled with your blood and tears sticking them together, the coldness embracing you.

"That's what I thought... usually he would be here before boss can lay his hand on her... Maybe old age caught him?"

The other goon suggest as the other was not impressed by his comments rather pissed off by his idiocy.

"Whatever, when the police arrived we drop the mask freak... If he arrived, we do it too... It's order we must not leave until we hear her neck break..."

As soon as he said that the siren of police cars could be heard.

Great, seems like everything in the world was rooting to see you hang like an ornament.

"Shit! Drop her fast! Im not getting caught before Christmas, I need to spend time with my kid or mom will kill me"

The other said as he pick your body up with a hint of struggle, you could see the edge clearly now...

"...Bruce... Father, please... Im sorry... I should be stronger- Forgive me"

You mutter out, your words barely coherent and you don't even remember saying such words or thinking about it.

Tasting death while clinging onto your family made you this low...

With a swift move he push you off the edge, for a moment you feel free, the coldness embracing you warmly in a way.

Until the rope around your neck suddenly tightening, you struggle at first your eye's popping red from the sudden lack of oxygen.

The chief watching in horror as the body of a child was hang infront of him, on the walls of te building in res wrote.

* Enjoy my gift that meets your personal need, Batsy * * - Joker *.

"God... where is that dark knight at? He can't even protect his own"

"...He can protect his own"

He repeated himself as if he just realised something really important.

"... Something is wrong..."

He mutters under his breath as he looked away from your hanging body, your body rearranged to the point he cannot even recognise you, the suit and the mask was the only reason he knew you were a bat.

That was all you remembered, your last memory... Your last breath was spent thinking of the family that watch you die, how pitiful.

"It can't be... Why? Why do I have to die when we can all survive...?"

tears rolling down your cheeks as you fall onto the ground... Talia crouch as well.

Cupping your face and wipping your tears away like a mother would, her touch so gentle you almost lean into you... God you really are starved, even a simple gesture of kindness was enough to knock you over.

"It's simple, Bruce doesn't need you anymore and dispose you... The rest knew too, that's why they didn't fight for you. For years your family despite you, seeing a chance to get rid of you... they took it"

she explained, acting as if she ever cared before. She pull you into a hug a tight and one that make you feel safe.

"Im sorry, my little angel, you must be so scared and lonely but im here... we're here"

She muttered, you could smell her expensive purfume as well.

Talia looked up to meet his father's eyes with a knowing smile she went back to being pitiful for you.

"...Why? They love me? They wouldn't... They love me... they do!"

you were stubborn as always but Talia knew your weakness. They knew everything.

"If they love you so much wouldn't he safe you faster... when he had atleast four hour before you die... No one reach for when you were sent to die... Only we can help you"

Talia suggested as she take your hands, with a soft smile she opened up.

"They would know your corpse is gone by now... But they don't, cause your grave... isn't even in the manor"

She said as you could hear your heart shatter inside your rib.

"Bruce that night, was... busy with nothing... sweetie, he knew, everyone but you knew that you'll die... So he let it happen, you're just a burden to his life"

Talia calmly explain as you feel every fiber inn your body standing up.

"In going to kill them all. Every one of them."

You promised, Talia eyes widen to hear such word from you of all people... her plan was going too well.

"Oh sweetheart... I'll help you"

Her voice was just like a mother, her plan was working... Your eyes turning somewhat green as your anger flared, the Lazarus pit was affecting you greatly and it shown.

Your anger was unnatural, maybe because the only thing you knew before death was betrayal aab violence? Whatever it was... you need to take it out on them.

"My own family, never loved me... Why? this won't hurt as much as it did if they told me..."

"... I'll... kill them- All".

All those years you spent loving your family was just for nothing, years of trying to fit in was nothing... The truth hit you hard, they never loved you. It was a trick... How pathetic of you to be so blinded by them...

But no worries, you'll uncover the truth piece by piece... even if you have to hurt the people you once loved.

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This isn't very good but I just might come out of my writer block.