Link for it on AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/26114869
Notes: Hey there! This work has been beta'd by the amazing @3ambird, who is so amazing and honestly improved this work so so much. Thank you <3.
Also, this is my first attempt at a reader-insert. I tried my best to leave it as gender neutral as possible, however, since I can't not read "y/n" as "yin", for some reason, I just didn't use it. The reader is referred to as kitten, and is called pretty at least once, so don't read it if those are things that may trigger you or make you uncomfortable.
You’ve been Catwoman’s partner for some time now, and you’ve had a run-in with almost all of the bats at least once. Except for the small one, running around in a colorful suit, carrying a sword wherever he went. You weren’t sure you wanted to meet him either. The other ones, they were mostly fun. Especially the blonde girl with the big cape and the cute guy wearing black and blue. Well, most of them were cute in their own way, but not all of them were... charming like those two.
The Bat himself gave you the creeps, so avoiding him was your number one priority, even if it didn’t seem like it was Selina’s. The two red ones weren’t as bad, but the helmet made you wary and those wings were a little too laughable. But hey, at least they were functional. The yellow guy seemed nice too, even though you only ever saw him when you’re out of costume, during the day. Batwoman and Batgirl however are just too scary to talk about, so you’ll leave it at that (seriously, isn’t that full-face-covering cowl uncomfortable? What if she needs a drink during the night?).
So let’s just say that meeting the last bat wasn’t on your plans for tonight. Sure, you loved having a full set, but you’d prefer to meet him when you have a better handle on the situation.
You’d had to break back into the mob warehouse you and Selina had just stolen from, seeing as you dropped your knife on your way out. You had a feeling the sheath was needing a replacement, but chalked it up to your shopaholic tendencies and ignored it. Maybe you shouldn’t have, considering that now you had to walk into a crime scene; a man had been murdered only a couple of feet away from the room you had cleared. Believe it or not, the murder wasn’t even on you or Catwoman, it was a regular execution from a guy that had betrayed the boss.
Of course, selling that story to the cops would be damn near impossible, even if you both had been keeping your hands (mostly) clean for a while now.
Luckily, cops weren’t exactly bright. Sneaking past them was easier then they’d want you to believe. So you’d effortlessly slipped into the room again, leaning down to look for the blade you dropped. Of course, Catwoman had made you come alone, because “It’s your mess, you clean it up.” Thanks for the help, mentor. You hope you won’t need any.
Cops are easy to handle.
Bats aren’t.
So, just your luck, you ended up attracting their newest member, a sword-wielding Robin with a homicidal glare on his face. You can’t even be sure the no kill rule applies to him as he stares at you in the dimly lit room. But the closer he gets, the less scared you are of him, as weird as it may seem. And when he opened his mouth, well...
“What’s your business here, thief?” A high, child-like voice came out. You stood up… and he barely reached your chest, and you weren’t exactly tall yourself either. A smile crept across your face “What’s so funny?”
“You’re... Small.” He scowled “Intimidating, sure, but small, and cute. You’re a kid.”
“And?”
“And nothing.” You shrug “I just noticed I don’t have a reason to be scared of you anymore.”
“I could kill you!” He raised his sword.
“Sure.” You examined your nails “But you won’t, will you? Because the older bats wouldn’t like it.” He growled. You smirked.
“What. Is. Your. Business. Here.” He pointed the tip of his blade at you “Don’t make me ask again.”
“I lost my knife. I just came here to get it so those stupid pigs wouldn’t waste their time chasing us instead of chasing the actual murderer.”
“And how can I be sure you’re not the murderer?”
You rolled your eyes and lowered his blade with your diamond claws.
“The man was killed with a gun. We cats would use our claws. I thought you bats were supposed to be like, super smart?”
“We are, trust me. I, for one, am smart enough not to let you simply walk out, thief. Whatever it is that you were doing here that led you to drop your knife isn’t good.” He raised his sword once again, in a fighting stance “You are coming with me, little kitten.”
“Oh, c’mon.” You also took a fighting stance, although a little more reluctantly, you didn’t want to fight the kid. “I didn’t kill him, and we were stealing from the bad guys. Isn’t that good enough for you?”
“Stealing is still a crime.”
“Look, I’m tired. Can’t you just... let me go? and we can play catch another night?”
“I don’t think so.” He said, then charged, but you evaded his swing with ease. His sword hit an empty wooden shelf instead.
“Excuse me,” Nightwing spoke, as he appeared by the door. “Can I ask what is such a well cared for kitten doing so far from home?”
“Pretty Wing!” You exclaimed, smiling “Care to calm down your murderous sidekick?”
“I’m not his sidekick!” He yelled behind you.
“Whatever.” You waved your hand dismissively.
“I believe this is yours.” He handed you your knife “What was it doing here?”
“I dropped it while me and Catwoman were clearing the room.” You answered, taking it back “The sheath got a little too old, and the knife fell out. I only realised I didn’t have it when we were all the way home, so I had to come get it back on my own.”
“So you admit you were stealing then?” The boy asked. You just rolled your eyes.
“Yeah, what’d you expect?” You turn around, hands on your waist “These guys were asking for protection money in the East End. Those folks barely get enough to eat, and now they had to pay absurd amounts to keep some bullies at peace. So, we took it back for them.”
“Really?” Nightwing raised an eyebrow.
“Mhmm.” You answered, nodding “Can I go now?” You purred out, pretty eyes staring at the older hero.
“Not yet.” He crossed his arms as you pouted and leaned on the wall, playing with your hair “What can you tell me about that homicide?”
“That he had it coming? I caught that guy trying to feel up a girl in a club once. Should’ve cut his fat, ugly hands off.”
“Something we can use to catch the killer, maybe?” He asked again. You sighed.
“I think it was an old fashioned execution.” You answered, pushing your body away from the wall and pacing a little “We heard some guys come in, one of them muttering about treason or whatever, that boring ‘gotta leave a message’ type of talk. We left before we heard a gunshot though.” You stopped in front of him, placing your hands on his chest “So, do I get a kiss for being such a helpful kitten?”
“Unhand him, you ugly stray!” Robin pointed his blade at you yet again.
“I’m not ugly! Or a stray!” You answered, offended “And I don’t see him pushing me away.” You smirked at the kid before looking up at the man once again “And the kiss?”
“Maybe some other time.” He smiled, amused by the exchange. You pouted again.
“Oh c’mon, not even a peck? Can’t your son look the other way for a second?”
“I’m not his son.” The other answered before Nightwing had a chance.
“Whatever.” You said again “Please? I’ve been very well behaved lately.” You purred.
“I’ll see you around.” He smiled down at your pouting face as you stepped back. Robin had a winning smirk on his face. Suddenly, Nightwing stepped towards you again “You know what? Just because Robin looks too happy, come here.” He grabbed your waist with one hand and your face with the other, pulling you in for a quick kiss.
“Mmm.” You smirked as you separated, Robin’s face a mix between shock and pure rage as Nightwing’s hand was still set on your hip “That was nice.” You walk away from him, stopping by the window “You know where to find me if you want more.” You wink at him.
“Go home, pretty kitten.” He laughed, leaning against the wall.
You disappear in the night feeling good about yourself. You stretched your hands above your head, before dashing off home bound, scaling buildings and jumping between rooftops.
Description: Hello I saw your sunday's daughter reader story and I was wondering what would happen when Sunday and Robin return from dreamflux reef and the reader, who was with Gallagher's son, was wondering where they went but was more than happy to see them.
Notes: Recovered in conjunction with an anonymous researcher, we thank them for their contribution.
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I feel like Reader wasn’t too worried for two reasons
One, she knows Sunday and Robin are busy people
This wouldn’t be the first time Sunday disappeared for a while because something came up
And Robin’s busy getting ready for the Charmony festival
Two, she was too busy hanging out with her mom and Gallagher’s son
Keeping in mind how small of a timeline the Penacony quest takes place on, Robin and Sunday weren’t gone for long
And Gallagher probably saw something coming, so he’d ask Siobhan to pick his son up
When Robin and Sunday get back, Reader just assumes they’re back from work
They get a quick dinner together, then Sunday and Robin are off to do their part in “taking down” the family
Sunday does warn his daughter that he’s gonna be really busy because the Charmony festival is almost ready, but she already knew that
He promises they’ll have all the time in the world together afterwards
Description: Hello I had an idea I wanted to share this isn't exactly a request but maybe it could give you some inspiration. I was imagining something like a crossover between the Avatar Legend of Korra series and Honkai Star Rail. Where the Avatar is the emanator of harmony and the current avatar was the reader, and they were born on Penacony, I couldn't help but wonder how the Family would react to the emanator of harmony being born, would the Family raise them or leave them be, and with everything that was happening on Penacony, would they side with the family or the astral express crew?. (If you're not comfortable with writing this that's completely alright and I wish you a good morning/afternoon or goodnight☺️)
Notes: This work was recovered in conjunction with an anonymous researcher, we thank them for their contributions. Reader and Sunday's engagement is a ploy by the family for status and to force Reader to stay in Penacony, hence this isn't tagged as a Sunday x Reader. Part 2
Word count: 870
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In a galaxy so vast, it’s easy for a single life to drift by without creating a disturbance. A drop of water, no matter how big, will be lost in the ocean; that is a fact. No matter how stained or pure it is, it cannot affect the greater body– the only proof of its existence is the storm surrounding it.
Not to mention the insanity of searching for that single drop in the ocean.
That’s all the avatar is, a single drop in the ocean of the universe that most people don’t even believe in. Storms come and pass all the time, worlds are born and end every other day, what could one emanator do to stop any of it? Maybe once, when the species of the universe were more localized, was the role important, but certainly not anymore.
“Y/n, please refrain from doing that,” Sunday sighed, looking up from his book to find his fiance revitalizing a plant.
They stopped humming, a habit they’d picked up by mimicking children's shows growing up, and turned to the head of the family. The golden dust that had risen from their hands to encase the plant slowly dispersed, revealing bright green leaves. While the only Aeon that truly took issue with the powers of the abundance was Lan the Hunt, the family did not want to associate with the powers of different Aeons. They were blessed by Xipe, the Harmony, and that was the path they would follow and spread.
Y/n straightened up in their seat, squaring themself to Sunday with their hands folded gracefully in their lap, and gave him a polite smile. A practiced smile. A smile that said-
“Kill joy.”
Sunday rolled his eyes and set his book to the side.
The two were currently killing time in Sunday’s office in the real world reverie as they waited for Robin to finish her practice. Y/n had already finished a crossword, caught up on the recent IPC news, and Sunday’s pretty sure they slipped into the dreamscape briefly before deciding to fix his office plants. He understood they were bored, but he could only afford them the freedom he did if they abided by the family's rules.
Before he could try and find a compromise there was a knock at his office door followed by the creaking of the hinges.
“Robin!” Y/n cheered, standing up and embracing their sister-in-law. “How did practice go? Is the Harmony causing you trouble?”
The singer nodded solemnly. “I do hope we can find a solution before the Charmony festival,” she sighed, her voice sounding rough and tired.
It made Y/n frown. If there was one thing more frustrating than all of the family’s rules, itt was how helpless they were despite their supposed power. Maybe they’d be able to do more if they could meet with other emanators, or even seek an audience with the Aeons themselves, but as they were now they were barely stronger than a pathstrider. They faintly registered the sting of their nails cutting into their palms, snapping them out of their helpless spiral.
“Here,” Y/n hovered their hands on either side of Robin’s neck, “may I?”
Robin nodded, ignoring the way Sunday cleared his throat in wordless discouragement, and Y/n wrapped their hands around her throat. There was a faint golden glow as they tried to heal physical damage they all knew wasn’t there.
“Better?” Robin asked, frowning along with Y/n as they heard no change.
“Would you please. stop. doing that?” Sunday asked again. “At least until the Charmony festival is over, one of the Watchmaker’s guests is a Galaxy ranger and I would prefer you to not get yourself killed.”
Y/n and Robin looked over at him; Robin sporting a look of confusion and Y/n one of mild amusement.
“I don’t think she’s a ranger,” they shrugged, gliding back to their seat.
“Care to elaborate?” Sunday pressed after a moment of silence.
“Maybe later, once I’m sure, but… I will refrain from using multiple paths, especially with fools and a memokeeper around.”
“That probably is a good idea,” Robin nodded. “I’m sure the IPC would try and buy you from us as well.”
A loud knock sounded through the room.
“Sir?”
“Enter.”
A concierge entered, looking slightly frazzled as he explained that there was a situation at the check in desk that required Sunday’s help; along with the fact that his guest from the IPC was here. The siblings headed downstairs while Y/n offered to meet them in the dreamscape and slipped off to their room.
They’d somehow wound up in the dreamscape Reverie, not Golden Hour like they were supposed to. The lobby was a mess, luggage carts left about and something akin to dust settled over every visible surface. Perhaps it was the effects of IX that left them feeling almost comforted by the vacant atmosphere. Perhaps it was the effects of Nous that led them further into the Reverie in search of answers
Whoever led them here, it mattered not, as they all cried out at once a moment too late.
