You know what would be funny??? Reader batkid that dies and then comes back as a ghost, kinda like Jason Todd but they now have superpowers.
And it's like: *everyone sad Infront of the casket*
Ooooouuuuhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
Bruce: not now yn, this is serious
Oooooooooooooooooouuuuhhh
Damian: what is wrong with y- holy shit
Bruce: Damian, language *Turns to where Damian is pointing and just sees a translucent YN floating there with a big ass grin...
Now they go as "spooky" or something like that
Ooo Spooky Ghost!
[Batfam & Batkid!Reader]
[Warnings: Character Death, obviously.]
[Fic Genre: Headcanons and Oneshots, Fluff, Slight Angst, Crack]
[Notes: CHAOTIC GHOST TIME HEHEHEHE!]
[Part Two]
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[Bruce Wayne]
Bruce, like everyone in the family, was completely devastated when they discovered you had died. They held a funeral and memorial, everything, but only a short few days later they were shocked, and mildly horrified, when you appeared in the manor…as a ghost. It was definitely something they had to adjust to, and it did bring back memories from Jason’s death, but you were back.
Bruce was happy he could still see his child, he was not happy they were dead, but they were back to their usual self, albeit, a bit more chaotic thanks to being a ghost, but what was new?
He’s used to them hovering over his shoulder when he’s working, they did it while alive, they’re doing it as a ghost as well. He can always feel that chill on his side when he’s working in the Batcave or doing something in his office for Wayne Enterprise. He doesn’t mind it, he’s glad they’re content with being a ghost, but he sure would like it if they’d stop making rooms cold just to make him shiver.
Though he does secretly want to revive them, he knows he shouldn’t, it should be their choice, not one forced upon them, and he’s seen the consequences of the Lazarus Pit, so he is not particularly willing to put them through such a traumatic event after dying so soon.
[Oneshot] [Wc: 209]
Bruce was sitting at his desk, rubbing his chin, his stubble scratching the palm of his hand as his eyes narrowed at the screen of his computer. He was focused on his computer and the emails he’s been reading for over an hour when a chill ran down his spine, he looked up and over his shoulder, finding the semitransparent face of his child.
“Y/N…do you mind?” Bruce sighs, looking at them with a raised brow, questioning what they could need, but he doesn’t mind their presence.
“I’m bored, thought I’d bother you instead.” They grin with a laugh, hovering over his shoulder to look at his computer. “Whatcha doing, old man?”
“Of course you’re bored, ghostly powers and you’re somehow still bored.” Bruce shook his head, chuckling under his breath. “And I’m answering emails.”
They hum, hovering by his side as he returns his gaze to his computer, continuing to answer the impressive amount of emails his work has left him, and now he has his child watching him just like old times, like nothing changed, and he is happy they remained the same even in death. Though he won’t say anything about the cold chill that always seemed to follow them, he’s dealt with colder environments.
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[Dick Grayson]
Dick was heartbroken when they died, but his heart shattered even more when they returned as a ghost, he almost thought it was him hallucinating out of guilt again, like he did after Jason died, but no, this time, they were very real. And still a little prankster.
Dick helped them prank the family, it was fun, they had always pranked them together, nothing would change just because they were a ghost now, besides, it means they can play more mischievous pranks thanks to their newfound powers, they both enjoy jumpscaring their siblings.
He does respect that they may not even want to be revived, he knew it was traumatizing for Jason and Damian, and he doesn’t want them to go through that too. Though, while he’ll support you if you decide to resurrect, he'll warn you about the consequences.
Dick does miss hugging them though, he wishes he could touch them again, but he’s happy to hear their voice and at least see them, he’ll make do with that.
[Oneshot] [Wc: 328]
His fists collide with the punching bag before him, hands wrapped in bandages as his chest heaves, sweat building up on his skin in a thin sheen, focused on his training, the Batcave was empty outside of his presence, everyone else either out doing their own things or dealing with threats during the daytime, at least he hasn’t been called in yet to help.
But his solitude didn't last long.
“Dick~” He heard their voice before he saw them, phasing through the floor with a mischievous grin on their ghostly features, he already knew they wanted to get up to some type of mischief.
“Hey, ghosty,” Dick chuckles, looking over at them as they settle to be hovering in the air beside him. “I know that look, you’ve got a prank on the mind.” He shared their grin, more than happy to assist them with pranking their family, something they bond over.
“Maybe I do. Maybe I don’t.” They snicker as they float around him, his head turning to follow them as they hover closer to him. “Because I’ll need some help with this prank, someone that can touch things for a prolonged period.”
“And what would this prank happen to be?” Dick’s grin widens, following along their mischief filled mind, clearly on board with the thought of pranking someone.
“Wrapping dad’s office in tinfoil.” So that’s why they were recruiting him for this prank. Well then, who’s he to deny them that? “You in?”
“Absolutely!” Dick quickly started to make his way to the stairs, making sure they were following behind him. “Let’s go raid the kitchen for tinfoil.” He chuckles, a mischievous glint in his eyes.
Their father is not going to suspect their mischief in the slightest, they can’t wait to see Bruce’s reaction when he gets home from work at Wayne Enterprise, probably wanting to rest only to find his office wrapped in chrome. It’ll be hilarious hearing that yell of surprise from downstairs!
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[Jason Todd]
Jason knows what it was like to do, he knew the coldness that would follow, he knew how much it hurt. He was very willing to talk to them when they returned as a ghost, to help comfort them through the sudden change from life to death.
But if being mischievous helped make them happy, then who is he to deny them? They want to switch the hand soap for temporary dye? Whoops, suddenly everyone’s hands are blue! Who could’ve done that? Not Jason or them.
Jason finds it hilarious when they grumble and pout when he calls them out for trying to sneak up on him and inevitably fail because he could sense them. He laughs when they shout in annoyance and pout, telling them to stop, they'll never spook him.
Jason absolutely tells them “Do not revive through the Lazarus Pit”, it’s a horrible experience, they'll find a different way if they can, he’s not letting them do something stupid.
[Oneshot] [Wc: 312]
Jason was relaxing in his room with a good book in his hand, legs crossed as his eyes roamed the pages of words, headphones over his ears to block out any chaos happening in the manor when he felt the feeling of being watched. He glanced up from his book, noticing the air starting to cool, which could only mean one thing.
“Told you to not sneak up on me, kid.” Jason looked back down at his book, acknowledging their presence before he even saw them, but he couldn’t help but smirk, knowing they were likely already pouting at being noticed.
He heard them groan before they flop down on his bed, laying on their back. “How do you always know when I’m here!” They grumble, pouting at their older brother.
“Because you make the room cold every time you enter.” Jason chuckles, smirking as they glare at him, watching their transparent form shift on his bed. “Now why were you trying to sneak up on me, little ghost?”
“Because I’ve never been able to! I thought I’d catch you off guard this time…” They huff, admitting their reason with a grumpy tone, their arms crossing over their chest as they look away from him.
“You’ll never be able to, I can sense when you try.” Jason snickers, grinning at their continuous miserable attempts at sneaking up on him like they do with the rest of their family. “You’re not going to sneak up on me, ever, little ghost.”
They groan, making him snicker again as he watched them sink through his bed, likely to go pout about their failure to one of their many siblings, leaving Jason to continue reading his book. He chuckles under his breath, muttering about their silly game of sneaking up on him as he settles back in to continue where he left off in his book.
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[Tim Drake]
Tim was very confused and concerned on why they suddenly returned as a ghost, honestly he was happy! But he was sorta expecting them to get resurrected like Jason, but hey, they’re back as a ghost and it’s better than constantly visiting their gravestone.
Tim is the one getting pranked the most, he just wants to get his work done but they will not stop moving his coffee or his papers, he really wants them to stop, they won't.
He also advises against using the Lazarus Pit to resurrect them, one, it causes pit madness, two, it’s guarded by the League of Assassins. It's probably not worth the hassle, and if they’re content as a ghost, then let them be a ghost.
[Oneshot] [Wc: 337]
Tim was working on a case assigned to him, his eyes felt heavy as he stared at his computer screen, hand subconsciously seeking the mug of coffee on his desk, yet his hand didn't make contact, confusing him as he looked up to try and grab his coffee again, assuming he just missed in his tired daze.
But that’s when the mug scooted away from him, sliding across his desk, away from his hand. Tim groaned as he tried to swipe the mug before it slid away again, his tired voice practically echoing in his dark room. “Y/N…stop.”
Tim heard their giggle as the cup slid away from him again, confirming that they were merely invisible and messing with him. Again.
“No~” They snicker, he could practically sense their grin as they kept the cup from his reach.
“Y/N…I really need coffee right now, I’m trying to work on a case.” Tim sighs, watching as they appear, midway through the wall, hand nudging his cup of coffee.
“And you also need sleep to work on a case.” They hum with a smug smile, watching Tim’s face fall into a tired frown, clearly not fond of being called out on his insomniac tendencies.
“I need to finish this-“ Tim started to speak but they cut him off by holding up their hand.
“You’ve been awake for two days straight, doing patrol and cases without a break.” They continued to call him out, making him glance away awkwardly. “So, go to bed. Or I’m tossing the coffee on the floor.”
“How mature. Threatening me.” Tim grumbles, narrowing his eyes but seeing that they’re in fact serious, he sighs, relenting. “Fine, I’ll sleep.” He mumbles, shutting his computer off and getting up from his desk.
“Good night, Tim.” They murmur as he gets into his bed, practically melting into his blankets and mattress. He’ll probably be asleep for hours, if not a full day. They leave his room, letting it fall into silence as his coffee grows cold.
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[Damian Wayne]
Damian does not like that they’re a ghost. He doesn’t want to think that you are unable to move on, that something keeps you here besides your family. He’d rather you move onto the afterlife, he doesn’t want you to be stuck here, which is why he constantly brings up resurrection.
Damian does not appreciate being jumpscared all the time too, he can’t even fight back! They’re a ghost, how does someone fight that!? It’s annoying when he’s on the receiving end of your pranks.
But at the same time, they’re the only one that is awake at night when he’s having a bad dream, they don’t sleep, and he appreciates the company, it’s better than being alone after a nightmare.
He does wish they were back in a physical form though, he misses when they would comfort him after a bad dream.
[Oneshot] [Wc: 316]
Late into the night, the manor was silent, Damian’s room dark, yet he was restless in his bed, moving around as his heart began to race, his mind going haywire in his sleep with a nightmare. He shot up in his bed with a yelp, his heart hammering in his chest as he heaved with pants and gasps, his mind unable to grasp that he’s awake.
They seemingly appear in his room by his bed, making Damian nearly jump out of his bed in fear, his head snapping to the side to stare at them with wide eyes. They frown softly, noticing his panicking state as they quietly take a seat on the edge of his bed, the air chilling around him, helping shock his system back into reality.
“Bad dream?” Their voice was quiet, trying not to startle him as he nodded noncommittally, not wanting to speak at the moment, which they accept, it happens each time he has a bad dream. “Want me to stay until you fall asleep?”
Damian nods quietly, looking down at the death grip he has on his blankets. He could feel the coldness beside him, their presence comforting him even throughout his silence as his heart slowly began to calm down, his chest shaking with each breath he took, his body trembling as he worked to calm down, reassured that he was awake.
“Thanks…” Damian mutters quietly as he slowly lays back down in his bed, pulling his blankets to his chin as they look down at him, ghostly form giving off a soft glow.
“No problem, baby bird.” They smile softly, watching his eyes slowly flutter shut, listening to his breathing as it evens out. “Get some rest, Dami…” They remained in his room as he slept, just in case he has another bad dream, they'll at least be there to comfort him if that happens once more.
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