#ex juvenile reader

[cheust]

What Could've Been

Short drabble about platonic yandere Tim failing to become ExJuvenile Reader's little brother. Not proof read, kinda gave up at the end. TW: Mentions of child abandonment, mentions of ExJuvie being an ex alcoholic, emotional betrayal, unhealthy coping mechanisms

You used to be a passive caretaker for Tim when he first joined the manor.

Alfred was too busy with Bruce and Dick to really care for the skinny kid; plus, Alfred was old school and believed that a "soldier" needs to be self-sufficient. It didn't matter if said soldier was a skinny and sleep deprived 13 year old or a man almost in his 30s running around in a stupid armored bat costume, he had his expectations.

It was bullshit.

So, you took it upon yourself to try and help the kid. You didn't get too close, still emotionally raw from being forced to return to Gotham after being practically abandoned for a year in Metropolis, but you made sure he was fed, taught him how to properly clean a wound and patch it up, and would check on him during the night, making sure that he had a blanket wrapped snugly around him.

You hate to admit it, but you were slowly becoming fond of the strange kid. Back then, you could feel a ghost of a smile on your lips as you helped him quietly. It was almost healing in a way, taking care of someone… maybe you and he could be siblings… maybe you could finally have someone in the manor to call your family…

That thought scared you as much as it gave you hope.

'Maybe I can finally have a family again… Maybe I won't be alone anymore..'

With that hope, you started to try and be a part of the household again, tried to go to smaller events that Tim would go to. Tried to talk to him more to gain a better connection and tried to regain control of your life and health after being forced back to Gotham.

But.. it didn't last.

One comment.

One comment was all it took for the house of cards to come toppling down.

You were silently walking down the hall, keeping your step light out of habit, when you heard Tim and Alfred talking in the library. You were planning to just walk away and give them privacy, but froze when you heard Tim say your name.

"I like them, but look at them; they clearly are on something or were on something. I hate to say it, but let's be honest, they're a liability waiting to happen."

A liability waiting to happen.

A liability waiting to happen.

A liability waiting to happen.

A FUCKING liability waiting to happen.

Is that how you are seen? An unreliable ex addict? You haven't had a drop of alcohol in almost a year! And no thanks to Alfred and that hellhole he called a rehab that tried to make you relapse!

You gritted your teeth, digging your nails into your palms as you silently left the hallway, using one of the servant passages to get to your room faster as your body shook and heart ached.

Why couldn't you have a family? Why do you keep doing this to yourself? Why do you keep making yourself have hope when there's none? You aren't like them. You will never be like them.

So why did you try?…

…Why do you keep trying to find someone in this manor that won't hurt you…

'Lets face it, you will never find family or connection here.' You thought as you stood up, grabbing some cash you had and a coat as you walked to a familiar hidden door on your side of the manor. As you opened the door to the abandoned tunnels that connected the manor to Gotham, you gently kissed the tips of your fingers and tapped them on the door's frame—a silent ritual that your mom started when you both lived together that you now continue—and began your familiar trek through the tunnels.

You needed to get out of the manor, needed to go to the one place that made you feel good and confident, where you could be as ugly and raw as you felt. The one place that blessed you as much as it cursed you.

The Pit.

'They will never change… why should you?'

[rainbowdrop]

It's been so long since drawing Ex!Juvie reader, but as soon as I read these post I needed to draw them again and since this is an older version of Reader I let them grow their hair a bit more and I hc of having a eye more closed than the other for the fights that they got themselves into.

I can't believe I did this in like 2-3 days...?

Apart for that, this post was originally made by @cheust if you want to see more of them :D

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@cheust

For the funny scenario, hope I portrayed it well since I'm still very new with comics pacing and all that jazz lol

https://www.tumblr.com/cheust/771296427443994625/id-like-to-think-delinquent-reader-found-and?source=share

I don't have a certain style for reader for the obvious reason so I went with the easiest design to draw: fluffy with ponytail

Hope you guys like it! :DD

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@cheust

I cannot draw for the life of me but I can use gacha life to make silly little pictures! :

Supersuitors looking at ex juvenile reader as they eat the food they brought: The Love of my life 😻

The said love of their life eating said food:

[cheust]

ExJuvie reader, in their 30s, describing Damian: "Yeah, he's three green apples tall and the sweetest lil punk ever."

Young adult Damian, who is canonically taller than Bruce: "Yes. I am baby."

I love imagining ExJuvie being unable to see Damian as an adult, and Damian just being okay with that. Doesn't matter if you are taller or shorter than him, if you have kids or a spouse, he expects to be your first baby and to treat him as such.

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What if the ex juvenile reader has a child before they moved to college or a little later? They either adopted a child (in fact, they took a child from the street) or the reader had a "bond" that led them to have a child (oh God they're becoming like Bruce)

Its 2 AM, but i really want to get this thought out before I fall asleep.

Imagine ExJuvie in their last year or month of high school discovers that they are going to become a parent? Maybe they are pregnant? Maybe they were reckless one night and got someone pregnant and its now too late to terminate the pregnancy? Maybe you have a close friend who's dying and asked you to become the legal guardian of their child? Maybe you were leaving a fight one night and stopped a drunk from beating a kid and now that kid follows you everywhere? It doesn't matter, what does matter is that soon you will be the legal guardian of a child and you live in Gotham.

Gotham of all places.

This changes something in you. Changes how you see the world and how you want to exist in it. Do you want to exist in a city where its just a matter of time before you're murdered or destroy yourself? Do you think you can raise a child in a environment that is determined to break you?

No.

You dont want that. You dont want your little joy to experience that either.

You refuse to fail them like how everyone around you has either failed or betrayed you. You start applying to colleges outside the state and even the country. You make sure to avoid the major disaster cities, like Metropolis or Costal City, and you begin to pack up your life.

You dont want to leave anything behind. What you cant take with you, you either donate it or burn it. You can't risk leaving a trail behind, if you do then Gotham will always find a way to follow you.

You don't walk the stage when you graduate. What's the point? Have someone say your very public name and have everyone in the building looking for your father who wasn't there?

No. You were not going to make your life harder.

Instead of walking the stage, you moved to the city that your college was in, taking your new joy with you.

You are going to give them a good life. A great life in fact. A life that you once tasted when you lived with your mama and one you yearned for while living with Bruce.

"I'll live for you, I promise," you whispered to the sleeping little one.

Anyone could die, its unfortunately easy, but not everyone can live.

You were going to make sure to live.

[cheust]

I juat saw the "green arrow with Ex Juvenile reader," ask. And I just imagined the most intense custody battle to ever exist between Bruce Wayne and Oliver Queen over Ex Juvenile reader

Listen, because of those two men Star City and Gotham City have BEEF. Oliver and Bruce are no longer friends; they are coparents that tolerate each other while also trying to prove that they need full custody of you.

Because Bruce didn't retrieve you a year after being dropped off like they agreed and because you and Oliver bonded strongly over that year (Oliver never expected to become a dad to such a spirited child), when Bruce actually DID come to get you, Oliver refused to cooperate.

You're his little fletching! His baby! He will never forget the first night you were in his home and ended up sleeping in his bed because you were scared that he was going to leave you too. You didn't even know him and yet you were scared that you were going to be abandoned... it devastated him.

He can't forgive Bruce for making you feel like that, especially after Bruce didn't come to pick you up after the year was over. Oliver remembers how he had to mentally prepare himself that day, preparing himself to not be woken up by you because he was running late to take you to school, preparing himself to not see your art and class schedule on his fridge, or seeing you do your homework in his office while he did his paperwork...

Or hear you call him "papa Ollie"...

He remembers that day, how you quietly packed your suitcase, a new one he got you because your old one's wheel broke when he took you on a trip, how you refused to hug him, you were nervously holding onto the hem of your shirt, trying to act brave in front of him, and then you sat in the sitting room near the front door and waited.

You waited for hours; he waited for hours and yet no one came.

He never felt more relieved as you cried into his shoulder and asked if Bruce hated you.

He feels bad for his feelings, but he can't imagine not having his little fletching in his life anymore, you are his baby, not Bruce's, not Gotham's, HIS. You belong in Star City with him, and he refuses to let you go now.

He wiped away your tears, smiling softly at your tear-stained face as he got down onto a knee to get to your level, holding your little in his calloused one.

"I don't know why he isn't here, fletching... I'm sorry that you are hurting, I wish i could take that pain from you, but I can't... If you want to go back to Gotham, I'll take you there, but if you want to stay here you are more than welcome to. Plus, I bet Felicity would miss you," Oliver tried to joke a little. he's been your primary guardian for over a year, and he still feels inadequate in comforting you, but he can't help but still try.

you sniffled, pull your hand away from his to rub your eye.

"... would you miss me, papa Olie?..."

He smiled, pulling you in for a hug as he nodded. "More than you know fletching..."

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After Bruce never came, Oliver officially (and illegally) adopted you and introduced you to Star City as his heir. Yep, you my dear are his legal heir to Queen Industries.

As I've said in the other ask, ExJuvie Reader does not become an underground fighter, instead they become Star City's reigning boxing champion.

Oliver noticed early on when you were a teenager that you were sneaking out and getting into street fights and shut that shit down IMMEDIATELY. He put you in boxing classes, archery, mixed martial arts, any sport that you had an interest in, he signed you up so that you wouldn't end up dead on the streets.

He is however very hesitant to make you his sidekick. He knows that you know he is green arrow (he blames those damn batman genetics after he found out Bruce is batman), and that you've known for a long time too (you can only find your adopted father passed out in a green costume so many times before putting two and two together), but he is worried that if he lets you become his sidekick that you will get hurt and that he will lose you.

(AKA I'm not sure if I want reader to be a sidekick and accidentally meet the batfam via sidekick shenanigans or make reader a socialite and Bruce realizing that he has missed every opportunity to be a part of your life and watch you grow into an amazing adult. The first scenario involves a teen reader (16-19) while the other involves and adult reader (20-25. these are just thoughts tho and I have not made anything 'canon' for this diverging universe.)

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Back to the custody battle tho!! yeah, the custody battle is intense, vicious and a relationship KILLER. The criminals of Gotham and Star City have never been more afraid and injured.

Bruce is bringing up that Oliver adopted you illegally, Oliver is bringing up that Bruce abandoned you. Bruce gets you for a weekend and you run away back to Star city after Bruce went to do some batman stuff, Dick kidnaps you for a sibling day out.

It's a mess. An absolute fucking mess.

This custody battle is a multiyear thing with multiple lawyers, judges, appeals, witnesses, bribes, threats and blackmail.

Each time Bruce "loses" Gotham's criminals have the worst night of their fucking lives. Jimmy can't walk anymore!!

But every time Bruce does "win" and gets temporary custody of you, Gotham becomes a war zone. The war is between batman, who is hunting you down like your joker with a hostage, and you, a teenager that hates their sperm doner and who's punches feel like a hammer to the face.

Those are the criminals of Gotham favorite nights, because they get to see batman get his ass kicked by a teenager and he's just letting you hurt him.

I'm talking straight elbow to the face, you are breaking apart his plated armor, your Arkham knight Jason without guns you are beating the absolute dog shit out of him.

And don't even get me started on how the press is dog walking him too. You are not allowed to talk to the press under ANY circumstance, and if you somehow do get near the press, Alfred has permission to sedate you.

Oliver is aware of what your doing btw, wanna know what he's doing?

He knows that he is your dad, he knows you will not let Bruce off easily and will torture him. All he has to do is pick you up and smile at Bruce because even if Bruce does get custody of you, he and Bruce knows that Oliver won.

You will never see Bruce as a father, and that warms Oliver's heart.

[cheust]

Not proofread and I’m just rambling. semi continuation (?) of this post.

I’ve been thinking about Court of Owls ExJuvie reader and how after Bruce beats them up and they get arrested, they accept that they are going to die soon.

The court doesn’t like loose ends. They are efficient and tidy, training you to be a shadow that leaves nothing behind. Your failure is nothing but a slap to their face. You failed your mission, you got caught by Batman, you got beaten by Batman and now your in an interrogation room, disassociating from your body because you can’t get the image of your father not recognizing you out of your mind.

You wondered how they were going to do it.

You were in front of a window, would they shoot you? No, too messy and suspicious. Prison stabbing? Possible, they know that you won’t snitch, plus, prison guards are easy to distract and bribe.

You sighed again, trying to piece together the picture of your impending death, but your thoughts kept going to how Bruce looked at you just hours before.

You thought you didn’t care if he or the others liked you or not, that you were finally done with that family, but nothing can prepare you for that look.

A shiver runs down your spine as you fidget with the chain of your handcuffs, your face still swollen and bloody from the beating.

You felt gross. You felt utterly disgusting and useless. Why couldn’t you stay away? Why did you try to get close? You should’ve known better, if fact, you did know better. You’ve known better since the first week of living with that family. Since the first “maybe later” from Bruce that felt too flimsy to hold any truth to it. Since the first awkward smile Dick gave you, the one that didn’t reach his eyes, that told you he was only trying to be polite.

Since Alfred ignored your request to get in touch with Pops…

‘You have us now.’

You didn’t want them.

You wanted to go home. You wanted to walk down that familiar sidewalk that lead you to your childhood home that you shared with your mama. You wanted to slip the key into that familiar lock and open the door to a home that wanted you. Wanted your mama alive so that she could see your bruised and tearful face and rush over to you, enveloping you in a hug as she kissed away your pain as you broke down in her arms like you did when you would trip and scrap your knee.

But you couldn’t do any of that.

You opened your eyes as you heard someone walk into the room, holding a cup of water that they placed in front of you.

“Are you ready?” The detective asked, looking at you. The lump in your throat growing since he came in.

You reached out and grabbed the cup, nodding slightly as you did so.

‘So this is how you die,’ you thought as you looked at the clear liquid in the cup. Taking a deep breath as you began to lift it to your lips as you silently apologized to your mama for not living in a way that she would have approved of, to Pops for not being better, and to yourself, because you deserved better, but there was nothing you could do now to change that.

‘Poison.’