will you do a batfam and zzz crossover reader thing???
I dunno like a harumasa reader or lighter reader in the batfam or even a person like lycoan or corin ect ect that's all thank u!!!
You're in luck ! i wanted to make a Promeia! reader but never found the time or inspiration, thank you for the request.
Although i made some research i couldn't find much about her but her trailer gave me a few ideas, so sorry if the way she's written doesn't seem "canon" to any who read this.
Starless Night, Sunless Skies. (Prologue)
To say Bruce loved you would be an understatement, he thought himself damned to be Batman for years on end without anyone to cherish apart from Alfred.
And yet here you were, Y/n, his beautiful baby girl ! Ho how he was happy to welcome you in the name family ! You were born from one of his countless one-night-stand but it hardly mattered to him.
Such a cute bundle of Joy running up to him when he came home from work and his other "passion" whenever a patrol took too long.
Sweet, delicious bliss... that smoothly turned into incontrollable rage when he learned you were kidnapped !
He received the urgent call from Alfred that unknown assailants were breaking in the manor, he came back at full speed but it was for nothing, all his speed, wealth and training did nothing to stop your tragic disappearance.
Safe to say he was ready to tear Gotham to pieces to find you, for a brief and painful period of time the Batman became much darker and violent, his rogue gallery was terrified to be the subject of his attention while Gordon frantically tried to calm him down with little success.
The culprits could've been anyone ! The Court of Owl, the League of Assassins or even Amanda Waller seeking an advantage over him but to his surprise none of them were to blame.
This was the start of your own personal hell as well as his.
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Kidnapped at 4 years old would be tough on any parents and children but it was even worse for you as you were brought to a mysterious organisation. You never truly learned their name but their intention were very quickly burned into your mind.
They knew who your father truly was and hoped to shape you into a similar element of "Justice", training was harsh with any mistakes being brutally punished onto you as scars, both mental and physical appeared on your body.
Then came the erasure of who you use to be, gone was Y/n, replaced with the cold and unforgiving Promeia, an avatar of Justice and order obeying only to them. Your new masters made sure you forgot who you used to be.
Any mentions of vague memories you had of a man in a manor were beaten out of you or replaced with others more palatable to their liking, even going so far as to say they rescued you from him.
You are no fool...
The years went by, Bruce's grief slowly diminished while your prowess increased, carving a name for yourself and your "employers" as ruthless and competent assassin.
You hate them...
They deemed you ready after years of grueling and downright cruel treatment, you could throw a shuriken with your leg, fight martial artists with your hands literally shackled and more than that ? You didn't question orders.
You know better than to do it, your back still burns from the cattle prod...
Before going on your last next mission for them, they threw a banquet for the occasion, parading you around as the "perfect weapon", an "obedient little thing" and worst of all ? a "success", how you hated that word.
Break free...
Show them Y/n never backs down...
Break free...
Promeia, judge of the shadows, they are guilty !
And the sentence is... Death !
History forgot what truly went down that day, only that a massacre at a gala happened, in reality ? You cut the throat of the nearest person, they fell to the ground with a loud thud.
Silence... and then screams, shouts of "traitor", "ungrateful brat" and as they all fell one after the other to your graceful fighting ? tears, pleas and begging.
"We raised you"
"We helped you become who you are"
"We are family"
This wasn't your proudest moment nor one you regretted as you finally understood your purpose after days on the run from what remained of their troops and allies. You understood that all the pain you caused, all the blood on your hands led to this moment.
You've killed many, some deserved it, most didn't for the simple crime of seeing or knowing something they shouldn't have...
No more... Promeia, Y/n, Judge of Shadows, your purpose until death is to atone by hunting the guilty, protect those in need of it and finally...
To become you again.
Gotham awaits, Judge of Shadows.
-I didn't want to make it too long, i have no idea of the word count and it'll probably be a mini series, albeit a very short one since i don't have much time to write.
-Things are kept vague for now but basically Y/n killed a bunch of people, many didn't deserve it so she killed her handlers as revenge but now ? She decides to become an avatar of cold Justice.
