Hi, what about batfamily x reader that can see dead people? Like i believe that they would think at the beginning that the reader has schizophrenia.
𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐮𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐡 𝐨𝐧 𝐦𝐞𝐝𝐬
pairings: platonic!batfam x medium!gn!reader (+platonic!john constantine) summary: they wrote you off as sick, not right in the head. Whispered how your mind shows you things that don't exist. Instead of listening to you when you told them about the ghosts you saw, they upped the dose of your medications. But the ghosts were never fully felt; instead of seeing them clearly, you only saw their shadows, so you learned to keep quiet, worried that the higher dose might end up killing you. tags: mentions of medication and being high, the family thinks reader is crazy, they're wrong tho, death mentioned? reader is called peculiar in a derogatory way a/n: added John to make it a tiny bit funnier, hope you like it :3 might make a part two
part two
Bruce knew there was something wrong with you from your first steps in the manor. At first he thought the soulless look in your eyes and staring off into the distance was due to you witnessing your mother's death. Maybe you witnessed something you were not supposed to.
Then Jason mentioned that he heard you talk to yourself, talking about how you mumbled 'be quiet' when he entered the room even though nobody was there. Dick told him a similar thing a few times as well, even though he hadn't been visiting the manor as often since Jason's arrival, let alone (name)'s. Bruce brushed off the boys at first, explaining to them how you're young and were probably playing with an imaginary friend of yours.
It took Alfred expressing worry over your behaviour for Bruce to decide to investigate it himself.
At first he didn't notice anything out of the ordinary, for him at least. While, yes, you were a little… peculiar with the way you played with the toys he bought you or the way you would wander the manor at night as if you were looking for something. He just thought you had never got to play with the toys before, and that's why you didn't know how to play, and the wandering he brushed off as you being kept awake by nightmares.
It was only when he caught you in a study after a long patrol. He saw that the lights were on and thought that Alfred forgot to turn them off when he was inside. You sat at one of the chairs, staring at the sofa. You nodded along as if someone was telling you a story, then told that person that you don't know how to help them. Except there was no one in the room other than you and now Bruce.
"(Name)? "Who are you talking to?" He asked, fully stepping inside.
"Oh! I'm just talking to Ms Sherry." You lighten up when you realise Bruce had returned. She could actually use your help—"
"(Name), sweetheart, there's no one on this couch." He walked up to you, crouching down in front of the chair you were sitting on. "It's just us two here, nobody else."
"But Ms Sherry is right there! She's staring at you, don't you see?" you pointed, pouting. "Ms Sherry, say something."
"Enough of that, (name); let's get you to bed." Bruce picked you up, making sure your arms were around his neck before he started to walk.
"But she was there! I see her all the time," you sniffled, looking behind Bruce at Ms Sherry. "Other people too, there are so many of them, more than in my mummy's house!"
"We'll… talk about it in the morning, sweetheart," he promised you.
You two did talk the next day, just not the way you thought you would. Bruce took you somewhere first thing in the morning, to the building with white walls, tiled floors and small windows. He asked you to repeat what you told him the previous night to a woman in white clothes and a kind smile. You knew that Bruce wouldn't bring you to someone that would be mean to you, so you obediently told the woman about Ms Sherry and other people you saw.
By the end of your story, she asked to speak to Bruce outside and told you to wait in the room.
After returning, Bruce told you that you will stay with the doctor for a bit and that she will help you.
When you grew up, you learned that the doctor you stayed with was a psychiatrist and the building you stayed in was a hospital.
And that they didn't really help you. Even if everyone around you thought they did. They gave you pills, but those people you only saw were still there, just a little more blurred. You attended sessions, and after each one the people became more and more blurred. The woman kept it up until you realised that you will only be allowed to come back to Bruce and Alfred if you stop talking about the people, or shadows, since that's what they were reduced to.
The years went by and your family grew, yet you didn't get close to them after Dick and Jason. The badge of being mentally unwell stuck to you over the years, and most of Bruce's kids learnt to keep their distance. Most of them weren't outright mean to you, but you knew that there was a part of you that made them uncomfortable.
You researched more about the shadows that you saw when you thought nobody was looking, finding out they're most likely ghosts and that you're not sick, just a medium. You wondered if your mother was a medium as well or if you got it from other parts of your family. But that knowledge didn't stop you from taking your pills each morning and ignoring the whispers of the shadows around you.
You were going about your day as usual when John Constantine came by the Batcave to help Batman with something. He was going over the evidence they gathered when he froze, sensing another strong presence inside the manor.
"Huh, that's weird," he mumbled, furrowing his brows.
"What?" Bruce asked, thinking it was something about the case.
"I'm sensing something," John explains, leaving the papers on the table.
He talked out of the cave and into the manor, with Bruce and his kids following closely behind.
You were in the back patio, reading a book on your lap when a blonde man barged in.
"Hello there." He greeted you with a grin. He squinted his eyes as he stared at you. "You're peculiar, aren't you?"
"I'm sorry?" You asked, the book falling from your lap. The last time you heard someone referring to you as such was when Bruce was introducing you to Tim.
"No, that's a good thing!" the man cackled, walking up to you. "You can see dead people, right?"
"What? No…" You look away, your body feeling hot in embarrassment.
"They can't see dead people," Bruce explained from behind the man.
"Well, not now! Take 'em off drugs," the man scoffed, crouching down in front of your chair. "I'm telling you the power they have seeps through even when you have them high, so just imagine what they can do when you take them off."
"John, we can't," Bruce tried to argue.
"They're sick—" Damian scoffed, ready to say more, but the blonde man stopped him.
"Yeah, sick of your bullshit," John spat, looking back at your family. "You're destroying their liver or something just because you couldn't be bothered to think they might not be lying about seeing dead!"
You watched him take out a small paper out of his pocket, handing it to you. You took it, reading the words on it and realising it had his full name and a phone number on it.
"Seriously, kid, stop taking those meds; you don't need them," he suggested, standing up. "A week off should be enough, and after that call me, I'll help you."
John went back inside the manor after that, leaving you to stare down at the paper and your family to stare at you. It was then that the realisation hit Bruce.
Maybe instead of taking you to a mental facility like the internet suggested when you told him about the people you saw, he should've looked deeper into it and got you actual help.
For now, he will just have to hope you'll forgive him.
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