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[imbatman-imtired]

Mainly because I’m Batman.

that’s a lie i would rather die than lose my kids

[mareszawrites]

Chapter 1: I'll Find My Way To You

Yan!Platonic!Batfam X Neglected!Fem!Reader.

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Warnings: mentions of negligence/abuse. Some of the things may be triggering.

Do you see what you have to fear, child? He sent you here for me to improve you. For you to become a daughter he will be proud of.

Two hundred and sixty weeks… One thousand eight hundred and twenty five days… forty three thousand eight hundred hours… That's the time you've been there. Days merged together after the first month being in the room. Father won’t come for me right? I’m tired…

Father. What a foreign word. It is not like he acted like one for you, maybe for Richard and Jason. But not you, you don't deserve it.

Dad… I don't remember his face. Bringing your hands to your eyes, your long uncut and uneven nails drew harsh lines from your under eyes until your chin. Jay… I also don't remember his face and certainly not his voice.

How dare you forget him. You can forget everything and everyone, but not him. No, never him. Your hero, your older brother.

Your thoughts came to halt after hearing the slow steps on the corridor. He is here again. Your body began to tremble, eyes already drifting from reminiscence to numbness.

I want to go home… I don’t have a home… Home is where Jayjay is…

The past few days have been intense. Damian didn't question his father anymore, in fact he decided to take matters into his own hands. He couldn't possibly demand assistance from the one that had sent you away in the first place, it was naive of him to think he could. So instead he looked for you everywhere, any sign of you sent him a loophole, it is too hard to look for clues without alerting the family, tho he was sure they already knew.

It was after taking advantage of his father's absence that he got to go through whatever he was keeping to himself.

“Serene, mental wellness camp” 

The words stared back at him, mocking. The teen couldn't quite comprehend, he got it you lost Todd and it was affected by it, but how sending you further from the family could make you feel better? Tsk, it feels like father just wanted to get rid of her…

Searching for the place, Damian found the small farm in the outskirts of Gotham, bordering Metropolis. The place held almost only positive reviews, but one pattern caught his attention.

“I spent 5 months there. The staff are so considerate which made my stay really pleasant.”

“One year connecting with nature, out of Gotham's constant trouble, made my mind and heart more at ease. It won't be easy to get out of this safe haven and come back to the city, but im sure ill be going as a new person.”

“4 months…”, “ 7 months…”

The ward had a 12 month maximum of stay and yet his sister had been gone for five years. Did Bruce use his influence to guarantee a longer stay? Is his sister still there? Damian closed the laptop and soon enough found himself wandering through the manors corridor, looking for Tim.

“You!”- Speeding his footsteps to reach his brother, the older one was already sensing trouble.- “I request your help.”

“Does it involve Y/N?”- Tim asked and when the youngest nodded, he sighed.- “Then no.”

“Why Drake? Don't you know how important that is?

“Let it go, Dames. B doesn't want us to meddle.”

“Listen, just this time. I just need you to look through this camp father put her in, once we see that everything is okay, then I won't bother you anymore.”

Tim rubbed his eyelids and motioned his hand, singing for Damian to follow him. The two boys followed to the cave and in a matter of minutes, Drake was hacking into the camp security cam. The farm seemed normal, just a few people here and there, feeding some animals, others reading and yet, not a sight of their sister.

“Do you know what she looks like? I can't find her.”

Before the youngest could answer, another voice interrupted. 

“Long black hair, bright eyes.”

“Fuck, Jason. Why do you always have to appear out of nowhere?!”

He didn't answer, his eyes glued to the footage, scanning and eventually knitting his brows.

“She’s not there.”- His hands came to the table, fingertips whitening with the strength of his hold.

“What do you mean, Ahki? That's where father sent her.”

Not even waiting for any explanation, Tim opened another file, this time it was a list of members of the farm. From staff to visitants, all of the names were there, except yours.

“Looking at the past five years' worth of information, it never once showed Y/N.”- Tim said, eyes still glued to the screen.- “It's like she never even set foot in this place to begin with.”

The realization made Jason's heart sink. What did Bruce do? If she had never been there, then where the hell could she be now? Did she change names? Did she move cities? Fuck, is she even alive? It is not like she had anything to live for.

“Damian, call Alfred now.”

The youngest nodded and went on his way to find the butler. Which, although he had an idea on what this was about, still descended through to the cave with a confused expression.

“Alfie, Where is she?”- The urgency in Jason's voice brought the older man even more confusion.

“What do you mean, Master Jason? Miss Y/N is at the wellness camp.”  

“She isn't, Alfie. Look at this.”- Tim pointed at the files and after reading through them, Alfred's face grew pale.

With trembling hands, the older man supported himself in the wall. Was that the reason his many letters were never answered?! God, his chest felt tight. Adding to the already chaos that started to ensue, Bruce entered the cave, already noticing the heavy atmosphere. He barely had time to ask what that was about, when Todd's fist connected with his face.

“What did you do to her?”- His son's rushed words almost weren't filtered in his ears.

Her? Y/N… She is the only one who could make Jason act this way.

Being held back by his brothers, he seemed almost feral. Alfred used this time of distraction to fill his master with what's been going on. Bruce's eyes seemed ready to fall from his skull,

His daughter… His baby… Where is she?

He had no time to be spiraling into his thoughts with Jason's voice filling his eardrums again.

“Fuck, i cant count on you. Not even once, not even with her…”- His son voice came out trembling with pain.- “Why her, dad?”

Dad… he called me dad again, but how come I can be happy when he looks at me with this kind of eyes? Eyes that denounce my failure once more…

“Y’know what?! Fuck this, I’ll find her myself.”- The man stormed off the cave, heavy steps doing barely to cease his anger.- “Don’t worry babybird, I’ll find my way to you. I always did and I’ll always do.”

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[victoriablush]

The clock read 3:17AM. Damian was sharpening his katana in the Batcave when he felt it — a shift in the air, the soft sound of bare feet on marble. He didn't have to look. He knew it was you.

You wore his shirt, oversized and off one shoulder. Your lip gloss was smudged. Sleep still lingered in your lashes.

“Couldn't sleep,” you mumbled, leaning on the edge of his table like you owned it — like you owned him.

He didn’t speak. Just stared. Then back at the blade.

You watched him for a moment. “You know, most boyfriends just cuddle their girlfriends at night. Not sharpen swords.”

“I’m not most boyfriends,” he said coldly, but his eyes betrayed him — flickering down your thighs, then quickly away.

You took a step closer. "No. You're worse. You keep acting like you don't care, but you're the one who calls me every time I don’t text back for two hours."

His jaw tensed.

"You’re the one who kissed me like you were starving, then disappeared for a week."

Now his grip on the blade was tighter.

You tilted your head. “Say it, Dami. Just once. Say you missed me.”

Silence.

Then, in a low voice, almost broken: “I missed you.”

You blinked.

He placed the blade down slowly. Walked to you. Rested his forehead against yours. And whispered:

“Don’t ever leave me again. I’d burn Gotham to find you.”

Your lips curved up. “Knew it.”

And when he kissed you — it was bruising, desperate, and hungry. The kind of kiss that meant war.

[luvlypresley]

first kiss with jason todd

jason doesn’t tell you where you’re going.

“that’s not concerning at all,” you say as he leads you up a narrow stairwell.

“if i was gonna kidnap you, i wouldn’t warn you,” he mutters.

“great. that’s reassuring.”

he snorts, but there’s a tiny smile pulling at his mouth.

when he pushes open the rooftop door, cool evening air greets you. the city stretches out around you, lights blinking on as the sky deepens into indigo.

and there, set up near the ledge, is a small projector screen. a couple of mismatched folding chairs. blankets. a paper bag that definitely smells like takeout.

you blink.

“…you did all this?”

jason shrugs like it’s nothing, but his ears are red. “it’s not a big deal.”

it is, though.

there are string lights taped along the low wall. a portable speaker humming softly. he even picked a movie you once mentioned loving in passing.

“you remembered,” you say quietly.

he avoids your eyes. “you talk a lot.”

you step closer. “you listen a lot.”

he looks at you like he’s trying to decide if you’re teasing him.

you’re not.

you sit side by side on the blankets instead of the chairs. closer that way. knees touching. shoulders brushing every time one of you shifts.

the movie starts, but neither of you are really watching.

you’re aware of him in every small way.

the warmth of his arm near yours. the way his thigh presses against yours when he stretches his legs out. the quiet rhythm of his breathing when he laughs softly at a scene.

halfway through, a breeze kicks up. you shiver.

jason notices immediately.

without a word, he reaches for the extra blanket and drapes it over your shoulders. his hand lingers for a second at the back of your neck.

“cold?” he asks.

“little bit.”

he hesitates.

then, slowly, like he’s giving you time to stop him, he slides his arm around your shoulders.

you don’t.

in fact, you lean into him.

that tiny shift makes him go still for a second before relaxing.

“better?” he murmurs.

“yeah.”

your head rests lightly against his shoulder.

the movie fades into background noise. the city hums around you.

his hand, the one around your shoulder, slowly traces absentminded circles against your upper arm.

you tilt your face up slightly to look at him.

he’s already looking at you.

not at the screen. at you.

the string lights reflect softly in his eyes.

“you’re not watching the movie,” you whisper.

“neither are you.”

“true.”

you both pause, to just stare at eachother.

“you good?” he asks softly.

you nod. “yeah.”

his gaze drops to your mouth.

he doesn’t hide it this time.

“you’re thinking really loud,” you murmur.

he exhales slowly. “i don’t wanna assume.”

“you don’t have to.”

that’s it.

that’s the permission.

jason lifts his free hand, brushing his knuckles lightly along your jaw before cupping your cheek. he moves slower than he probably moves in anything else in his life.

deliberate. careful.

“tell me if you want me to stop,” he says quietly.

his thumb grazes your cheek once.

then he leans in.

the first touch of his lips is gentle. almost tentative. like he’s memorizing the feeling.

you melt into it immediately, hand coming up to grip lightly at the front of his shirt.

that soft sound he makes? you feel it more than you hear it.

the kiss deepens gradually. not rushed. just building. his arm around you pulls you closer, your body fitting against his under the blanket.

it’s warm. slow. a little breathless.

when he tilts his head slightly and kisses you again, more sure this time, it feels like he’s finally letting himself have something he’s been holding back.

your fingers slide into his hair.

he exhales sharply against your mouth at that, grip tightening just slightly at your waist.

when you finally pull back, it’s only because you need air.

your foreheads rest together.

the movie is still playing behind you, completely forgotten.

“…okay,” he breathes.

you smile softly. “okay?”

he huffs a quiet laugh. “yeah. that was—” he shakes his head faintly. “yeah.”

you press one quick, soft kiss to his lips again, just because you can now.

this time, he smiles into it.

the city lights flicker below. the string lights glow warm around you.

and jason doesn’t let go of you for the rest of the night.

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I’m Rolling Here || Open

Babs wheeled herself down the sidewalk, latte in her cup holder, and purse sitting in her lap. She was about to check out a new tech store when she was quite literally brought up short.

Yes, the store did have a ramp up to it, but it was the kind businesses put up because they have to. It wasn’t really useable. The lip to wheel onto it was too high and the ramp angle just a bit too steep to be wholly safe.

“God damn it,” she cursed under her breath as she stubbornly tried to wrestle herself and her wheelchair onto the ramp.

One last try sent her latte flying from the cup holder and onto the sidewalk.

“Oh shit, sorry if I got any on you!” she said as she realized there were others in the impromptu splash zone.