BATFAM x Siren! Reader
You never had a pod growing up. It is just you and your mother. Your mother was kicked out from the pod, because she got pregnant with someone outside of the species… an outsider and the pod voted her out. Saying the she was a threat to their kind. The only family she had ever known, the only family she will know gone buy the end of a moon cycle.
So she took whatever she could and made a life for herself and you on land. Not too far from the sea because she wanted you to at least experience the wonders of the ocean regardless if you don’t have a pod to rely on.
She used her voice to gain wealth and connections so she can protect and provide for you. Ensuring that there will be a safety net that won’t abandon you in your time of need.
Years later you and your mother are one on the most successful “people” in NYC. Renting out apartments and penthouses, performing in opera houses to both practice using your siren voice and keep New your under your control, using your voice to manipulate any situation you get stuck in and occasionally feeding off their soul.
All was going good. New York City was basically under you and your mother’s control. You were adorned with pearls, diamonds and other gemstones. And you were able to escape to the sea and have the best time of your life.
Life was perfect…you had your mom, the most dangerous gangs willing to drop anything to make sure you are safe (mother’s orders), the rest of New York under your control, money and the ocean. Your mom no longer upset about loosing the pod and you never needing one in the first place.
Until…
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It was one of those evenings where your mother was scheduled to perform at the grand opera house. The routine was just like any other. She performs for the audience and uses her powers to absorb the audience’s souls, not the entire souls (only a small portion enough to sustain her) because that will just kill them and she does not what that sort of crime on her hands…especially when she can’t dispose of the bodies like she used to do.
This time was slightly different because there was people travelling in just to see your mom perform. It was a big night and everything had to go right. Every little detail needs to be perfect, down to the way the wind blows on the feather boa she has on. Because everything works out better when there is not a flaw seen. You both must depict a level of sophistication that makes others look like amateurs…
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You were feeling a bit hungry before the performance started so you were looking for something to eat. It wasn’t the regular hanger that people normally face…it was that insatiable siren hunger for a human soul. You have been ignoring it lately for other endeavours but it was becoming unbearable and it needed to be dealt with.
So you walk to the back alley behind the Oprah house, hoping to find at least one person to devour. And to your luck you did there was a homeless man dumpster diving in one of the bins behind the building. Unfortunately you were hoping for someone more…clean but a really hungry siren can’t exactly complain about what’s being served to her now can she? You will just have to make sure your dress doesn’t get ruined.
So you cleared your throat and sung a basic melody. Nothing too complicated but one still strong enough for you to grab the homeless man’s attention. The longer you sung more obvious features of mind control started to take place. Complete neglect over what he was doing to focus on you and his eyes had a milky cast over them.
Slowly his jaw dropped and a glowing orb (his soul) was fighting to come out. Seeing that his plan was working you decided to change up the melody a bit just so you can get the process over and done with - you will be running late other wise…
Once the soul left his mouth completely the homeless man’s body went lip and dropped onto the floor. Landing in a puddle, almost splashing you in the process. But you ignore this as your eyes focused on the glowing milky blue orb flitting to wards you. In preparation off what is a good snack you unhinged your jaw as you felt your teeth change into sharp spikes, your eyes begin to turn white, your nails increase in length and sharps and gills appear on the side of your neck.
Once the soul enter era you mouth you wasted no time in consuming it and just as quickly your siren features came, they left just as quick making you look like a normal human again. Once you were done you looked around making sure nobody saw what you just done. Once confirming that nobody noticed you whipped the corners of your mouth as if there was sauce there, made your way out of the alley and back into the Oprah house to continue the evening.
While you were leaving you failed to notice the pair of eyes watching you through a red mechanical helmet. From the moment you entered the alley until you walked back in.
[Time skip because I’m lazy ]
It’s been a few months since the performance at the Oprah house…the performance itself went on without a single hitch. Every little detail went perfectly, even the collections of souls. The only flaw was that one family left mid performance but even that doesn’t change how successful the night was.
But what does shake you is that ever since that night, you felt eyes on you. It’s following you everywhere…to and from school, the random streets, places where you would hang out with friends and even in your own home. At first you thought it was cameras but when you basically destroyed the entire house looking for one and didn’t find it, that ship went bust.
But it can’t be someone following you because you would at least see something. Heck…even your mom would. But she doesn’t see or sense anything leaving you paranoid and regretting killing that man.
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Bruce (plus everyone else) was wondering why Jason would disappear off to New York every few weeks. At first, Bruce thought that he was just visiting but when Jason took all his gear that thought quickly went bust.
He couldn’t find any reason why Jason was visiting. And when he did ask he hit the same old response “it’s none of your business…” with the occasional “Old man” after it.
He didn’t want to push it too far so he decided to leave it at that until one night,on patrol, Damian asked him if he knew anything about Sirens in New York and if there were any in Gotham.
“Why would there be sirens in Gotham?”
“Because Todd has spotted two in New York and he is wondering where the rest of the pod is. He first spotted them on the night of the Oprah concert that we left early for due to the arkham outbreak.”
“And he has been over there watching them over these past months…?”
“That is correct. But he has not made any progress in identifying where the rest of the pod are but he suspects that they are not too far if not in the city since sirens hunt in packs.”
“They do. But they would never be so far away from each other… Unless they have been removed from the pod, they would also be in New York with the first two Jason spotted.”
“So you think that they have been removed from the pod?”
“It’s the most likely scenario considering Jason has only found two.”
“I’m never telling you anything again.” A deep annoyed voice that was easily identified able as Jason’s broke through on comms.
“I was going to find out anyways. And I also took the picture of the first siren you find to run it through the bat computer after patrol.”
“You’re an absolute brat you know that right?”
“That is hardly a good insult Todd.” Damian responded with a smug smirk.
“Both of you, don’t start fighting. And Damian, give me the picture.” Bruce ordered, making the both of them shut up and Damian begrudgingly pulling out a picture (the picture is of you lol) from his belt and handing it over to the bat. Bruce took the picture and when he looked at it his eyes widened ever so slightly but you wouldn’t be able to tell because of that bloody cowl he has on.
“I recognise her…but she shouldn’t be that young looking…”
“Of course you do.” Both Jason and Damian exclaimed once they heard that their father recognised the person in the photo.
“But what do you mean that they shouldn’t look so young?” Another voice (Tim’s) joined the conversation.
“When did you join the conversation Timbit?!”
“Don’t worry about that. B, what do you mean that they shouldn’t look so young?” Tim questioned.
“I will explain at in the cave.” Bruce responded then he turned of his comm and grappled away.
“Typical.”
“Of course.”
“As expected.”
The three of them wrapped up their portion of patrol for the night and headed back towards the cave to figure out how does Bruce conveniently know this siren.
Alpha : I will finish this in part to lol I’m too lazy once again 🥀
Why is typing on my phone so annoying bruh I need my keyboard back 😭😭😭😭
Oh well I see you in the next one
BYE BYE NEOW‼️‼️‼️‼️