#spider bat!reader

[cosmosluckycharms]

*batfam stressing over how they cant find reader, thinking shes somewhere dying again*

reader at some random party 28 universes away:

[dearest-painter]

Sorry sorry for the long delay, but I have found some costumes for Batsib reader and hopefully it isn’t too much

I also used to play a lot of Hollow Knight, also a good game ☺️

Their all so pretty and it’s okay!!! I believe this was Spider-Bat!Reader I think I cannot quite remember but I like your idea!

[cosmosluckycharms]

Bug Like Angel

the grudge

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It was noon, and you were finishing up your homework.

You were struggling with a certain question.

Stupid calculus.

You hate math.

It never came as naturally to you compared to your friends.

Every spider-person had an advantage that was stronger than their other powers.

For example, Gwen had stronger super-hearing than others. However, her art skills weren't very good.

Miles had other powers others didn't have. Both the invisibility and electricity powers were limited to miles. However, he struggled with Spanish.

You were blessed with better agility, but you struggled a bit with math.

You debated on asking one of your siblings due to how close their rooms were to yours, but you quickly shook that thought away.

Despite all their attempts to get close to you, you still didn't trust them.

Dick's smile finally reached his eyes, but it was very strained.

Tim started conversing with you but tended to look too deeply into basic conversations.

Damian got too protective of you and tended to guard you too often.

Sometimes you just wanted peace and quiet.

Bruce was too quiet, and you weren't ready to accept him as part of your life.

You don't want to, anyway.

You haven't trusted Alfred in years. Not after learning what he did to his daughter, Julia.

You sighed, putting down your pencil and picking up your phone.

You scrolled on social media, which quickly got boring.

Just as you were going to call it a day and go take a shower, you got a notification from a news app.

Sandman was on the loose and was causing chaos.

You were already preparing yourself for the aftermath.

You dreaded having to clean up the mess, especially right after a day of working on schoolwork.

And you had just gotten most of the sand out of your suit from the last Sandman attack.

At least it'll take your mind off school.

You got up and went to pull out your suit from a secret compartment.

Although your secret identity was no longer a secret, it gave you a slight peace of mind having your own secret compartment.

After getting in your suit and getting your web shooters ready, you crawled out your window and left without telling anybody.

You knew at some point someone in your family would know you left, but you'd rather die than ask them for help.

They've scolded you for not asking for help so many times that you lost count, but you preferred working alone.

It made it easier to think.

You made your way to Sandman.

It wasn't long until you were in front of him, intimidating him.

Usually, fighting is a blur.

It's almost always the same every time.

Punches were thrown, kicks landed, and quips were thrown around.

By the end, you were left with bruises and scars yet again.

Sure, it's a nice feeling being able to help everyone and (at least attempt to) help get villains and bad people rehabilitated and changed, but actually fighting gets boring sometimes.

It's almost bittersweet.

Everything feels the same.

This time felt different.

You got to take your frustrations out on a villain of the week.

You know you shouldn't call them villains of the week.

Miles had told you about his cautionary tale and how his life fell apart for quite a bit due to the 'spot situation.'

After a few quips here and there and attacks coming from both sides, you had finished up Sandman's slightly short reign of terror.

The whole time you had your spidey senses going off, and you had a feeling someone was watching you.

It was normal to have people watching you fight; for one, people were nosey, and second, news channels had reports on it, and sometimes you'd have a fan in the crowd.

However, the feeling felt more familiar than usual.

That feeling was reinforced once you saw a black and blue costume in a crowd.

Nightwing, or worse, your brother. You sighed once more, already preparing yourself for his irritating voice and even more annoying self.

"Hey, Spidey!" You rolled your eyes at his words.

He's been trying out nicknames ever since he found out about the nicknames your friends had given you.

You scoffed, "Don't call me that."

"Oh, come on, that one isn't that bad!" You stretched slightly before wincing at a cut that was just healing.

Dick's face quickly changed from his natural smile to a concerned look.

"Are you okay?"

"I'm fine. I'll be perfectly fine in about half an hour."

"You shouldn't be afraid to ask for help—"

"I'm not a child. You don't have to treat me like one."

Just as Dick opened his mouth to speak, you swung away, still wincing.

He tried not to think of how much you've grown.

How your tiny hand used to wrap around his finger, how you seemed so much smaller.

How you used to draw on the walls, and how he used to hear you sing made-up songs while walking around the manor.

How you used to spend hours talking about your interests, things you no longer did.

It felt like he blinked, and suddenly 15 years had passed, and you were somehow fighting villains 10x your size.

You were no longer the 3-year-old girl begging him to play tag with you.

He no longer saw you playing in the garden, or sneaking cookies from a cookie jar, or organizing your plushies.

No longer did you look at him like he was the coolest person you knew.

That spot was reserved for Hobie, anyway.

His hands trembled seeing you put yourself in danger for the safety of others.

He's seen you come home with countless scars and bruises all over your body.

You don't cry for them anymore.

You don't ask him for help with anything anymore.

As much as he misses you being a little kid, he knows deep down he didn't know you well back then.

He never has.

He saw how you used to look at everyone sadly.

How you saw everyone enjoying being around each other while you were alone.

He saw how you'd take care of stray animals (and get scolded by Alfred because of how you could've gotten rabies).

He saw how, despite never being loved, you had so much love to give.

The way you help lost kids find their parents, the way you treated animals that had gotten hurt by cruel humans, the way no matter what trouble life had thrown at you, you'd always get back up.

The truth is, it didn't matter if you were a spider-person or not.

Either way, you'd find a way to help others.

And that scared him.

It's ironic how everyone else in the family did the same thing and arguably put themselves in more danger due to not having powers like you.

And oh, your powers.

He isn't blind.

He's seen and heard those days where you were bleeding out due to being stabbed, attacked, or shot.

He's heard you let out a cruel shriek while you were pulling out a knife out of your side.

Your cry still haunts him to this day. 

He's walked into a bathroom to see you passed out in a tub after cleaning yourself off.

And if he's picked you up and tucked you into bed like he had when you were 5, that's no one's business but his.

He snapped out of his trance and noticed how you had left already, presumably to the manor.

He made his way back as well.

☆☆☆☆

He didn't notice how you didn't go straight home.

You went to feed stray dogs, specifically your favorite one.

Pav took you to go feed dogs with him a while back.

You thought it was a fun activity and took a liking to it.

It's not like the dog food was extremely expensive, and even if it was, you always had enough money.

Your favorite dog was one that looked and acted like you.

Its fur was the color of your hair, and it had the same eyes as you.

The poor puppy would follow around other dogs.

The other dogs would play with each other and ignore the puppy.

The more you got closer to it, the more it would cling to you.

Unfortunately, you couldn't take it home just yet.

You were scared Damian's dog, Titus, would attack it.

You had to wait a bit.

Maybe you could ask Bruce to make a room for it.

It'd just have to wait for you.

☆☆☆☆

It was late at night, and you were lying in your bed stitching up your suit.

It was very ripped and was slightly falling apart, but you were planning on going to the spider society soon anyway; you could go ask someone who makes suits to make yours again.

Right as you were going to go to sleep, your door opened and your father walked in. You turned your music down.

"Y/n, I've been calling you for half an hour," Bruce grumbled, as if he had just woken from a nap.

You shrugged, letting out a casual "oops."

Bruce rubbed his temple, letting out a deep sigh, as if he was hesitating to speak to you.

"You're coming with me to the league tomorrow."

Your eyes widened in bewilderment. "What?"

"Late in the afternoon. Be prepared."

He left as soon as he came.

You groaned; you were hoping for a day off tomorrow.

You put the sewing kit down and started cleaning up your mess.

After doing your nightly routine, you hopped into bed and hoped going to the league wouldn't be too irritating.

☆☆☆☆

The next day, you went on with your regular day until late afternoon.

You would have honestly forgotten about going to the league if it wasn't for Bruce reminding you over and over again.

You wish you could've forgotten how you had to go.

Your body hurt, and you wanted to take a fat nap after a long day of helping people with crime.

You reluctantly agreed to go with Bruce, assuming he just wanted to spend time with you.

You agreed with only a few conditions: Bruce would not refer to you as his daughter, and you would not take your mask off and would be as anonymous as you could.

Thankfully he was fully on board, due to him being the same with his anonymity.

At least, before his identity was revealed to the others.

As you got into your suit, taking note of how somewhat mangled it was, you made your way to the Batcave.

As soon as you got there, you saw him already in the Batmobile waiting for you.

You sat down in the backseat and put in your earbuds to ignore the uncomfortable silence.

You took a small nap, not noticing Bruce's disgustingly sweet smile.

☆☆☆☆

You woke up whilst Bruce was parking his car.

You yawned, wiped off your sleepy drool, and pulled down your mask, preparing to get out of the car.

Once you got out, you let out a stretch. You walked out of the car and entered the building alongside Bruce.

You could see him contemplating something, most likely how to talk to you.

You didn't put much mind to it, too busy focusing on the actual building and how fancy it looked.

If Bruce was talking, you weren't paying attention.

You walked into the building, not bothering with holding open the door for Bruce.

You walked slowly, hoping Bruce would walk in front of you and lead the way.

Lucky for you, he did.

You were too stubborn to ask him, so you were glad he did it anyway.

You followed him and looked at your surroundings quite a bit.

You were too scared to touch anything and break it.

Before you knew it, you were in the same room as the other members of the Justice League.

Bruce, or well, Batman, as you would refer to him for the sake of the other members, walked in before you.

You stood beside him, looking stiff due to how awkward you felt.

He began introducing you to the others.

"This is Aranea, Aranea, this is the Justice League." You noticed how Superman wasn't in the room.

"Hi, it's nice to meet you all."

You attempted to change your voice so the others wouldn't recognize you.

By the look of their faces, you assumed they didn't figure it out.

Sure, most likely they didn't know who you were (outside of costume, at least), but you never know!

As the others greeted you, you sat down. There were 3 open seats, and one of them was Bruce's.

You sat down next to him and noticed how the one to your right was still open as well.

You sat down and put your hands on your lap, as if to keep track of them.

You were too scared to touch anything or speak too loudly.

An anxious atmosphere took over the room. Wonder Woman spoke up, clearing her throat.

"As soon as everyone's here, we can begin."

Just as you were about to speak up, Superman walks in.

"Speak of the devil," Green Lantern says, making Superman chuckle.

Superman started apologizing: "I'm sorry, something came up."

You looked at him, starstruck.

Sure, you knew Superman was in the Justice League.

It wasn't new information to you.

You heard about it from practically everywhere.

The news, your family, and newspapers. It was no surprise.

But seeing the man you idolized for years, literally since you were a kid, in person? You couldn't help but be starstruck.

He waved to you, and you waved back, mouth slightly agape.

He sat down next to you and put his hand out for you to shake it.

Despite you wearing a mask that covered your entire face, he could've sworn you had stars in your eyes.

You quickly shook his hand, your sudden enthusiasm a stark difference from the hesitance you had just a moment ago.

"Oh my gosh, I'm such a big fan! Like, the biggest. It's so exciting to meet you!"

You started rambling, not noticing the amused stares from the others.

In this moment you weren't 16-year-old Aranea, who felt like the world was a burden on her shoulders; you were a 6-year-old who watched Superman saving others on TV when she could.

You were 6 years old and defending Superman against kids your age and adults who insulted his actions.

You were a little kid running around with a Superman cape and wishing you could be older and like Superman.

You were 6 and arguing with Dick over how Superman is cooler than Wonder Woman.

The more you rambled, the more you noticed how Superman wasn't judging you like others had done.

After a minute or two of your ramblings, you took a look around you and saw everyone else staring.

You quickly stopped, dropping the hand you were shaking for a while.

You quickly covered your mouth, noticing you had dropped your act of being quiet and careful.

Most of all, you hadn't noticed how your voice went back to normal instead of the slight change you had done.

"...I spoke too much, didn't I?" You covered your face in embarrassment, despite wearing a mask.

"No, it's fine! I'm used to it." Superman patted your head as an attempt to calm you down, which only made you feel worse.

Wonder Woman cleared her throat, which made you sit up and focus.

"Alright, Aranea. You may be wondering why we invited you here."

You sat up. "Yes, ma'am?"

"Well, Batman informed us that you knew something about the strange wormholes that keep popping up, along with strange variations of villains."

You shuddered as you remembered the time there were two green goblins working together.

The mess that day was crazy.

You spoke up.

"Yes, they're from other universes. They're called anomalies."

"Do you have any idea on how we can stop them?"

"Not really, I didn't pay much attention when Mi—" you stopped yourself, realizing you almost said Miguel's name. "...A Spider-Man from a different universe explained it."

"You should've paid attention," Bruce grumbled.

"No shit, Sherlock," you growled back.

"If you did, we would already be done with this." He took a sip of his coffee (where'd he get that from?).

"I was a kid!" you argued defensively.

"So were all the robins, and they all paid attention."

"Yeah, with training all their lives! I was brand new to being a vigilante!" you argued, voice cracking a bit.

An uncomfortable silence took over the room.

Suddenly you weren't so happy about the fact Superman was rubbing circles on your back to calm you down.

Green Lantern spoke up. "How about a 5-minute break?"

"Fine by me." You got ready to leave, only for Bruce to speak up yet again.

"You're acting like a child." A tense moment of silence passed before you spoke again.

"...I shouldn't even be here, should I? Aren't I too young? Didn't you guys kick out Shazam for that?"

They froze up as if they were caught doing something bad.

"How do you know about that?"

"That's classified," you said, your tone so cold it threw everyone off guard.

Before they could demand an answer from you, you left.

The truth is, you found out about it through Dick telling Tim and you eavesdropping out of boredom and curiosity.

It's kind of hard not to pay attention when everyone spoke so loudly to fill the void that was your absence—by the time you had come back, they had started speaking among themselves.

It was mostly them talking about ways to talk to you.

You were a defensive wall with your guard up.

That's how they perceived you, anyway.

"Bruce, how did you even find her?"

"That's classified." You started entering the area through the window as quietly as you could.

It was times like this you wished you had miles of invisibility.

The only reason you got caught being secretive was because you dropped a bag of chips you had gotten from a corner store nearby.

Everyone turned around to see you sitting upside down, almost like a bat.

You sheepishly got down from the ceiling, feeling everyone's eyes on you.

Hal chuckled at the similarity between you and Bruce.

"Y'know, you guys are so similar. Are you sure you aren't related?" Hal joked.

You tried not to roll your eyes at that. "Definitely not. What do I look like? A nepo baby?"

That earned you a few chuckles from others in the room (and a stone-cold face from Bruce), so you called that a win.

Once you all settled down, you sat down again.

Bruce was next to you again, but you wouldn't look him in the eyes.

You couldn't if you tried, anyway.

After everyone sat back down, Wonder woman speaks again.

"We have suspicions the Joker is planning something with them."

"With who?" you ask.

"The anomalies we had mentioned earlier, or at least with someone who is in control of them."

You couldn't think of a possible cause of the problem.

When anomalies escape, they are usually dazed and confused.

You would be too if you were dragged into another universe that was different from yours.

Anomalies don't choose where they go.

Your heart dropped when you thought of something that could be the root of the problem.

The Spot.

You were trying to deny what you could. It couldn't be The Spot; it just couldn't! He was being held captive in a force field.

He's been trapped for a year or two now. How could he leave?

Miles escaped that one time, but that was because of his powers.

How could the spot escape? You felt yourself trembling and the world spinning.

As your breathing sped up, Superman added onto what wonder woman said.

"Dark spots have been spotted everywhere."

You tried to hide your fear behind your felt mask.

It must've worked because all you got was a concerned glance from Bruce.

"Along with the suspicious spots, they've been mostly spotted in areas the Joker had freshly left. There's not much proof, but there's something going on. I just can't prove it."

Out of instinct, you reached for your watch under the table.

You would've immediately contacted Miguel to ask about what has been going on or if the spot really had escaped.

However, you didn't want to explain to everyone what the watch was used for.

Especially since if you did, your voice would shake out of nervousness.

You would have to wait until the meeting was over.

☆☆☆☆

The meeting was finally over.

It took over 3 hours, and it was now late out.

You had tried to pay attention, but they moved on from the Joker teaming up with anomalies quickly.

They moved from one topic to the next, and you had spent the whole meeting thinking about how the spot could be connected.

As soon as you got to the manor, you ran past your siblings and made your way to your room.

Everyone looked at you confused, and a couple called out to you, but you didn't notice or care.

Once you got in, you locked the door and ran a hand through your face.

You changed out of your suit and into something more comfortable.

Once you were changed out of the suit, you sat down at your computer chair, pulled out your watch, and called Miguel.

You called him once.

Then twice.

Then three times.

No response.

You try going to sleep and instead contact him in the morning.

However, no matter how hard you tried, you couldn't.

Your anxiety over this was leaving your tired body restless.

It wasn't until what felt like hours that you finally fell asleep.

Unfortunately, Miguel called you around 15 minutes after you fell asleep.

"I saw you called 3 times," He grumbled.

"I did. Why didn't you pick up?" You spoke halfheartedly.

"Different universes have different time zones, remember?"

"Oh, right. I'm sorry for waking you up."

"It's alright, mija. What did you need?"

"Do you know if the spot could've escaped?"

You heard a rustling in the background of the call. almost as if he could be sitting up in concern.

"Why do you ask?"

"I was at a meeting with the league. We have suspicions that the Joker is attempting to team up with the Spot."

You spoke, your voice almost trembling.

A moment of silence takes over; you can tell he's either confused or thinking.

Maybe both.

"I can check the cameras. I'll let you know if I find anything. Go to sleep."

"Alright, Dad, goodnight."

"Goodnight, mija." The call ends, and you fall back asleep.

☆☆☆☆

You woke up and hoped that you would check your notifications and have an update that you were wrong and that you didn't have to worry about anything.

Unfortunately, luck wasn't on your side that morning, or ever.

You woke up to a notification from the work group chat.

One that was placed by Miguel.

It said, "Attention, everybody. Spot has escaped, and we don't know for how long he has been free or how he escaped.

If you have any questions, concerns, or know any information, feel free to contact us. Be on the lookout for Spot."

Oh.

Stupid Spidey-luck.

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[cosmosluckycharms]

Bug Like Angel

The adults are talking

Damian couldn't understand why Bruce and Dick were so obsessed all of a sudden.

They were obsessed.

with you.

If it wasn't for your little tantrum making you storm out of the house, no one would've noticed you leaving.

And he knew Jason and Tim thought the same.

The day you were forced here Dick had insisted that they'd talk to you.

The first day you came, Dick interrupted him taking care of Batcow to tell him to invite you to hang out.

During movie night, it was obvious your mind was somewhere else.

He just didn't understand why they had to interact with you, you were okay with just living with Miguel, why were you forced to be with them?

He decided to investigate further.

He made his way to the kitchen, passing by the hallway.

He noticed the newly placed pictures of you.

They were very clearly from your and your friend's social media, he recognized them from when he stalked stumbled upon you and your friend's socials.

In one photo in which Miguel was next to you, he was edited out, leaving an awkward space next to you.

As he got closer to the kitchen, he could hear you and Dick arguing.

He looked over the corner of the doorway in order to not get caught by either of you.

Your spidey senses went slightly off at that, but you ignored it, assuming it was coming from Dick.

Dick held the guitar, which was coated in stickers "Who's is this?"

You glared at him and put your hands on your hips "It's my friend's."

Dick raised an eyebrow at that "why did he even come here yesterday?"

"nunya." you tried reaching for the guitar, only for him to put it in the air, making it impossible for you to grab it

"c'mon birdie, I know you can do better than that!" Dick teased, swaying the guitar back and forth

"Don't call me that." you jumped to try and reach it and accidentally hit the counter, which made a stack of books hit the vase, domino-style.

Which in turn made a vase start to fall.

Stupid spidey-luck.

Before Damian could process it, the vase hit him on the head and shattered.

"watch it!" Damian exclaimed.

You and dick turned your heads to look at him.

You watched as Dick opened his mouth to speak, and quickly took your chance.

You kicked the back of his knees, which made him fall, and grabbed the guitar swiftly.

"bitch." you walked away, holding the guitar triumphantly

Dick sat down in shock for a moment before checking up on Damian.

"Are you alright?" Dick helped Damian up from the floor.

Damian dusted himself off "I'm fine."

Dick kept talking to him, but his voice faded out as Damian got an idea.

if he couldn't tell why Dick and Bruce were obsessed with you, he'll go straight to the source.

Damian burst into your room.

You were blasting music while journaling.

It was then he took a look at your clothes.

You were wearing an outfit he distinctly remembers you not owning.

You were wearing a red sweater, one that showed up in one of your friend's social media posts.

After a minute or two of awkward silence, you finally spoke up. "do you need anything?"

"you hurt me. Apologize." he crossed his arms in a sort of way that reminded you of Bruce

"alright. I'm sorry. Happy?" you stared at him blankly

"I'll forgive you if we socialize together." he had a poker face on, but you could tell he was slightly nervous.

You closed your journal "All alright, I'll hang out with you."

Damian looked confused like he didn't expect you to agree so fast

"I'm bored anyways, might as well. Where do you wanna go?" you got up from your bed and leaned against the wall, staring at Damian.

"Well, if you insist on this, we could go out to shop," Damian smirked

You stretched and started making your way towards your closet "All alright, just give me like 30 minutes to get ready.

"He made his way out your door.

You took a good 10 minutes choosing an outfit before deciding on one you wore once when you went to Peni's birthday, along with a friendship bracelet she made you.

You got started on your hair and makeup, not caring about the time you were taking.

You knew Damian was very punctual about time, but you didn't care.

As you were mid-way through, the door banged open and Damian barged in.

"hurry up." he glared at you

"hold on, I'm almost done." you lied

He grew impatient and started looking around your room. You couldn't fully blame him; it's a household full of detectives, obviously, they were all nosey.

He looked at one of your walls, which had a lot of pictures of you and your friends.

In one of them, you were carrying a sleeping girl. She looked around his age and was wearing a sweater of yours. Her black short hair was braided, like how yours was in the picture.

In another frame, you and all your friends were at a birthday party. He assumed it was yours, the way you had a party hat on and everyone was around you.

In some pictures you weren't even in them.

There was a couple where they were centered around a blonde-haired girl and a boy with the biggest doe eyes.

In one picture, you were all playing in a band someplace where Bruce would never let you step foot in.

"Those are my friends," you spoke, still doing your hair "I feel like you'd get along with them."

"TT as if." he scoffed, moving onto a jewelry box on the side of your vanity.

He opened it and saw a lot of themed jewelry, mostly based on spider people.

Some weren't themed, like a pair of earrings he was now holding in his hands.

You spoke up, still sitting at the vanity "Oh Can you pass me those? I feel like it's gonna complete my outfit."

He walked up to you and handed you the earrings and watched as you put them on.

Something in the corner of his eye caught his attention.

A bunch of crochet plushes on your bed.

They were themed, yet again.

You saw him staring at them"They were based on some people I know. If you want I can ask Gwen to make you one?"

Damian looked at you, slightly confused "Why would I need a plush? That is highly immature. especially since-"

You cut him off. "if this is about them being spider people I could ask her to make a robin plush."

Damian nodded at you, in a way that was so serious it made you chuckle.

Damian was growing impatient. You were taking a long time to get ready.

He walked up to you "Are you done?" he was cartoonishly thumping the floor with his foot like a certain cartoon rabbit.

"Almost, I swear!" you grabbed the perfume on your vanity and sprayed yourself.

Damian was standing next to where you were sitting, and you took that as a sign to put some of your perfume on him.

As soon as you did, he started having a coughing fit.

"what was that?!" he kept coughing and trying to wave the smell away.

You tilted your head in confusion "I thought you wanted some?"

"why would I want some of your perfume?!" his coughing fit slowed down, he was obviously dramatizing it

"oh c'mon, it wasn't that serious!" you got up and grabbed your keys.

You started making your way out your door before remembering you didn't have your purse, which had your phone and wallet.

"Dami," you said in a sing-songy voice "could you grab my purse? It's on my nightstand."

He made sure you didn't see his smile at the nickname as he made his way to your nightstand and took note of the picture frame next to your bed.

It was of all your friends + you huddled up together. You all had a birthday hat on and you had a sash that said "birthday girl".

He knew it was probably from the same birthday he saw in another picture frame earlier.

He grabbed your bag and handed it to you, relieved he was finally gonna make his way to the mall with you.

You guys made your way to the parking garage with all the cars anyone could ask for.

You picked a car, one of which you bought yourself and picked out with Miguel.

It was your favorite color.

"All alright Damian, I'll grab the car seat for you." you joked and tried to look as serious as possible

"wait what?" he watched as you went into the trunk and grabbed a princess car seat fit for a toddler.

You bought it a while ago for car rides with Mayday.

"Alright, get on." you pat the car seat, indicating for Damian to get on.

Damian pouted "I'm much too old for that"

"Are you sure? The car seat says it works until the kid is 8, you're 7 so it's fine." you tried to hide your smirk

Damian glared at you, obviously annoyed. "I am not 7! I'm 14!"

"right....." it was getting harder for you to not laugh

"I'm serious!" his voice cracked midway through the sentence, making you burst out laughing.

His face turned a little red "It's not funny!"

"You're right, I'm sorry." you were trying to calm yourself down, only to laugh out loud really loud again.

Damian tried to suppress his laughter as well, only to let out a chuckle.

"get in loser, we're going shopping." you sat down in the driver's seat and he sat down in the passenger seat.

It was silent for a moment...until you looked at Damian and started laughing for no reason.

Damian looked around confused "What's so funny?"

You tried to calm yourself down and failed "I don't know!"

You only stopped when Alfred heard what sounded to him like a hyena laughing, and went to check out the garage.

As soon as he heard the laughter coming from the car, he made his way to your windows.

As soon as you noticed him, you stopped laughing.

"master damian and mistress Y/N, where are you going?"

You glared at him, annoyed. "out to do errands."

"May I tag along? I too have errands to run. I have to-" You cut him off by pulling up the window and turning on your music.

You could see Alfred trying to talk to you, but you just put on your sunglasses and drove out.

Damian was shocked, he couldn't believe you would do that.

You blasted your music and sang and danced along, to him it felt like a scene straight out of a girly 2000s movie.

He noticed how your keys had an Araña-themed keychain.

The fuzzy dice on the driver's mirror.

The bedazzled steering wheel.

There was some trash on the floor of the passenger seat.

He could see that in the backseats there was a coloring book and random stray crayons.

The car door next to him had a bunch of stickers everywhere.

In the back seat, there was half a broken drumstick.

There was a broken guitar string somehow tied up in a bow and left on the other seat.

There were random traces of paint everywhere.

"why is it so dirty in here?" he looked at you, slightly concerned about how you were driving so well despite putting on lipgloss at the same time.

"I wouldn't call it dirty, it's just chaos. Controlled chaos." you put away your lipgloss and kept driving "Put in a new CD, I'm bored of this album."

He reached into the glove compartment and immediately noticed a ton of snacks falling out of the compartment.

"oh yeah, just ignore that. I keep those just in case," you said

"In case of what?" Damian asked, still somewhat shocked at the amount of snacks and drinks that somehow fit in there

"in case anyone wants some. If you want you can have some. There are some vegan options in there, I think." you pulled out a mascara tube and started doing your lashes.

Damian then pulled out a bag of veggie chips and started eating them.

"well? are you going to get the CD or not?" you questioned, nudging him playfully.

"I can't see them." he pointed out

You waved your hand at him "You have to dig in deep, you'll find it somewhere."

He hesitated before digging and trying to look for it.

Inside he found:

A portable DVD player, a bunch of DVDs, at least 16 business cards from random small businesses, 7 types of nail polish, 2 iPods, an iPad, 4 random band shirts, a deflated soccer ball, an empty wallet, 6 different chargers (4 of which were broken beyond repair), 5 lipglosses, 2 friendship bracelets, and finally some CDs.

"how does all of this fit in this tiny compartment?" he looked at you, concerned yet again.

"hammerspace." you said, casually

Damian looked at you blankly "What?"

"don't even worry about it." you went back to driving.

He pulled out a random one and handed it to you.

"oh, awesome! I love this album!" you placed it in the CD player.

"Why do you even use CDs? I'm sure Father could get you a new car with a working music player." Damian said, putting everything back in the glove compartment.

"I like it better like this. This car has memories and I've owned some of those cd's since I was in elementary. I just think they're neat!" you took a sip of a random drink you found in your car.

Damian raised an eyebrow at that. He didn't remember you bringing that into the car.

"I found this random water bottle here. It's either me or Margos, and it's probably 4 weeks old," you said, as if you read his mind.

you took another sip. "on second thought, this is probably Gwens."

Everything was a mess.

Yet he felt so at home.

When you guys finally got to the mall, you got to work on your errands.

You grabbed your crumpled-up paper shopping list "Alright, first we need to go to a craft store."

"Why do we need to go to a craft store?" he asked, still eating the veggie chips from earlier

"Because," you grabbed a shopping cart "I need to grab a couple of things."

As you guys made it to the crafts store, you got an idea.

"Damian," you pointed to the cart "get in the cart."

"What?" he raised an eyebrow

"get in." you smiled

"Are you serious? I can't do that!" he argued

You put your hands on your hips "I don't care. Get in the cart."

"I will not! This is foolish behavior!" he stomped

You ignored him and picked him up like a cat and placed him in the cart.

You ignored his protests and kept shopping.

After a minute or two he calmed down.

You went to the art aisle and didn't know what supplies to get Miles.

"it was a good thing I brought you, I know basically nothing about what types of markers there are." You handed Damian two options.

"well don't know, I don't use those types of materials." he handed them back

"shit. Well, I'll just get all of them." you put one of each type of marker and strolled away, cart in hand.

You made your way to the sticker aisle and immediately put a ton of stickers in the cart as well.

"Why do you need so many?" Damian asked, picking up one of the sticker packs which was Vocaloid-themed.

"Because you can never have too many stickers!" you put more in the cart and strolled away again.

By the time you got to the checkout aisle, all the things you bought made you look like one of the people from the math problems.

The cashier looked at you a bit crazy but stopped when he saw you pull out a black card.

As soon as you both made your way out the door, you dragged Damian towards a music store.

You picked out some more CDs for you and some albums for your friends.

a Babymetal album for Peni, a Frank Ocean one for Miles, the Ramones one for Hobie, Daisy and the Scouts for Gwen, and a Sza album for Margo.

You dragged Damian to other stores, most of which he hated.

To cheer him up, you decided to take him to a store you knew most 14-year-old boys liked.

A comic book store.

"Damian look at these!" you handed him an invincible comic

"TT. they're just books." he put it back in its place.

You scoffed and kept looking at the comics

"Oh my gosh! They have a limited edition Gwenpool comic! I've been looking for this everywhere!" you held it up in the air dramatically

You could tell he was pretending to be unamused. He kept looking around.You placed your Gwenpool comic in the cart

"Is this an X-Men comic? I've seen Miles read them, he says they're good."

You saw Damian perk up immediately and grab it out of your hands.

Usually, you'd be upset at his bad manners, but he looked at the comic with such childlike wonder he looked 7 years old again.

Sure, back when both of you were younger he'd threaten you and go out of his way to ignore you, but who didn't?You felt a weird sort of nostalgia.

You shook that thought away and kept looking at the comics.

By the time you guys left the bookstore, you guys had a lifetime supply of manga and comics.

"Okay, we should head back to the manor."

"it's still early? It's not even lunchtime?"

"you need your naptime, you keep yawning"

"I am not," he said, suppressing a yawn

You held his hand while making your way to the car, a force of habit from holding Peni's.

He stared at your hands" Why are you holding my hand?"

You chuckled, letting go "Sorry, force of habit."

He ignored how he missed that small sign of affection.

You both put your things in the trunk. You guys ran out of space and had to put some things in the backseat.

You guys sat down and you played your music.

After a couple of moments, Damian fell asleep.

When you guys finally got to the manor, Damian was half asleep, pretending to be fully asleep.

You smiled and started grabbing all the bags.

You picked him up and carried him out of the passenger seat princess-style and made your way to his room, ignoring Alfred trying to ask about your day.

You ran into Alfred the cat, remembering how you completely forgot he existed.

The last time you saw him, you were around 14 and Damian taught him to avoid you.

Despite how many times you'd try to pet the cat, it'd run away.

You continued to place Damian in his bed and tuck him in.

You kissed him on the forehead, accidentally leaving a lipgloss stain.

You started placing down the bags full of the things he bought, not realizing you accidentally left one of your bags in his room.

You walked out of his room, not noticing his small smile.

Now he understood why dick and Bruce liked you.

You were in your room putting your things away.

You were also putting the things you bought for your friends into gift bags.

It took a while for you to notice you were missing your Gwenpool comics and the manga you bought for Peni.

By the time you noticed, Damian barged into your room yet again.

"you forgot something." he handed you the bag, it had the things you were looking for.

"oh thank you!" you skimmed through the comic, taking in the new book smell.

He hopped onto your bed and looked at one of the plushes on your bed.

It was different from the other ones, which were all different variations of spider people, this one was a red robot.

It sort of reminded him of the robots from Evangelion.

He rolled around in your bed for a bit before sitting up.

He was bored.

You spoke up, finishing up folding your laundry "We should do something."

"Like what?"

"I don't know. Oh my gosh! We should go picnicking!"

"what."

"we can cook and bake! I'm kinda hungry anyways."

"..fine."

You guys made your way to the kitchen, you grabbed your cookbook.

It was badly covered in glitter and decorated like a burn book.

As soon as you placed it down on the counter, Damian looked at you confused.

"what is it?" you asked, opening the book.

"why is it covered in glitter?"

"can a girl not be filled with joy and whimsy?"

"fair enough."

"I have an idea! We both make dishes and share them at the park."

"okay?"

Damian then started making his meal, and you made one of your own.

After an hour or two, you both had everything prepared.

You made a few drinks and meals for you and Damian. You also packed some chips just incase he didn't want the food you made.

You both got in your car and left for the park

You lay on the blanket, admiring the bright blue sky.

You pointed to a random cloud "that cloud kind of looks like a butt."

"You're childish." he laid down next to you.

"what do you think it looks like then?" you asked

"...I think it looks like a cat." he pointed out

You laughed "There's no way you see that."

A moment of silence passed through and Damian thought back to the moment with you and Alfred.

Lately, you have been acting strangely rude to him.

"Why don't you like Pennyworth?"

"what do you mean?" you asked, sitting up

"what has he done for you to treat him like that?" he sat up as well

You wanted to tell him.

You wanted to tell him about all those nights you spent sobbing to him asking why no one loved you.

You wanted to tell him about how he'd always defend the people that hurt you.

You wanted to tell him about how you could tell that he only pitied you, and didn't care.

You wanted to tell him about how you knew since the beginning he never cared about you.

You wanted to tell him about Julia, Alfred's daughter, and how he abandoned her.

You decided to stay quiet about those things.

You guys had just now started to get along, it'd be strange of you to randomly dump all your problems onto him.

"I just have a bad feeling about him," you replied

"That's all? No support to that claim or anything?"

"I mean, I am a spider-person, most of us have great intuition."

"you do?"

"yeah!"

It went silent and you decided to change the topic. You didn't wanna keep talking about Alfred

"Well, we should start eating now, right?" you asked, pulling out some Dal you had prepared earlier.

Damian pulled out some dolma he had also made.

You took a bite out of the food you prepared "This Dal is so bomb. Look, try it!"

"no. I have no idea what you could done to that food," he said, backing away from the food as if it was going to bite him

"oh, c'mon! its not that bad. look, I'll eat some so you know it's good." you took another bite of it, basically melting at the taste.

"here comes the choo choo train. Choo choo" You brought a piece to his mouth

"stop this madness at once!" he snatched the piece out of your hand and looked at it.

He hesitated before taking a bite.

"TT. This is acceptable, I suppose."

You smiled and picked him up, "he's alive! he's alive! The food didn't kill him!" Everyone around you started staring at you.

Damian tried to shut up your yelling by putting a hand over your mouth and failed.

You let him down and started laughing.

"You're embarrassing me!" he said, trying to cover up his reddened face.

After a moment of comfortable silence, he spoke up "I'm shocked you can cook."

You gasped dramatically and flopped onto the ground, holding your heart as if you were dying "You're so mean."

Damian took another bite of his dolma "Where did you learn to cook that?"

"Pav and his auntie showed me, it took a lot of trial and error but now I basically know it like the back of my hand." you sat up and took a bite of his food.

He glared at you, but you knew it had a playful undertone.

"I think I burned down his kitchen at least twice. I love his auntie." you took a sip of your drink, which was a horchata.

He looked at your drink "What's that?"

"This is horchata, I learned it from Miguel. He taught me, it's pretty good, have a sip." you handed him your drink

He hesitated a little less than last time

".. I suppose it's fine."

"Prince Damian liking my cooking? It's a miracle!" you clapped and he hit you on the shoulder, making you fall dramatically yet again.

While you both were talking, a brunette little boy came up to you both.

He looked no older than 5, and he had tears in his big black eyes.

He came up to you "Hi, I am Elijah, and I can't find my mommy. She said not to talk to strangers but I don't know what to do!"

He started bawling his eyes out, and in an attempt to calm him down, you handed him a juice box.

"Look, we'll help you find your mom, okay?" you stood up and picked up Ellijah on your hip.

Elijah was starting to calm down.

That was until Damian glared at Elijah, making him cry even harder.

You glared back at Damian, knowing that this was gonna make it harder to find his mom.

You had to make him stop crying, stat.

So, you did the only thing you knew worked for you. The things your friends did when you cried.

"..do you want a piggyback ride?"

That shut up Ellijah really quickly.

After the piggyback ride, you put him down and decided to keep chatting with Elijah.

Damian spaced out both of you talking in order to not get too mad that your time together was being interrupted.

That was until Elijah insulted Damian.

"he's a butthead!" he pointed at Damian

"if you don’t shut it, I’m going to give you a new set of holes to breathe out of." Damian said glaring at Elijah again.

"Damian," you said sternly, bringing Elijah closer to you just in case.

After half an hour his mom finally came."oh I'm so glad I found him!" his mom said, hugging Ellijah close

"Mommy!" Elijah hugged her back, making you smile.

"oh I have to pay you back!" the woman spoke, pulling out a wad of cash from her wallet

"no thank you, ma'am, I'm fine I swear," you said, refusing

"no, I insist!" she tried handing it to you, only for you to push it away.

You backed off a little "It's completely free! he's a sweet guy!"

The woman finally gave up "Do you babysit?"

"Sometimes, yeah! Do you need my business card?" you started pulling one out of your purse

You guys fell into conversation, and Damian was growing impatient.

After another 30 minutes, you both packed up everything and went home.

The car ride was silent, unlike the other times when it was filled with laughter, chatting, and music.

Once you both got to the manor, you spoke up "What was that about?!"

Damian flinched at your sudden anger "What was what about?"

"Why did you threaten a 5-year-old?" you looked him in the eyes

He crossed his arms "he insulted me."

"he called you a buttface." You pointed out

"I stand by my point," Damian said

You put your hands on your hips "Why did you get so mad over a kid? he doesn't even know his numbers!"

"I don't see your point," Damian argued

"youre insuffuerable! I get why everyone calls you a demon." you grew angrier by the second.

"You an annoyance!" Damian stomped"why are you so stubborn, Peni?!" you yelled.

You both froze at the mention of her name.

You awkwardly made your way to your room, avoiding Damian's eyes.

You didn't notice how despite his angry face, there was a tint of sadness in his eyes.

you were in your room, processing what happened after a nice everything shower.

you were doing your skincare when you got a call from Noir.

"hey doll, do you mind taking care of peni for a bit?"

"of course! did anything happen?" you said, putting the call on speaker

"no, its just that peni's been asking to hang out with you for quite a while. plus, it'd be less worrying to go out on patrol and not be scared for her." in the backround, you could make out the sound of peni getting her things ready

"No problem, peni's an angel! what time will you be getting here?"

"is 15 minutes fine?"

"of course! is it a sleepover or just like a hangout?"

"sleepover."

"alright, ill see you both later."

you spent the next 15 minutes putting on your pjs and getting everything ready.

you prepared snacks and a movie night.

you were so ready for her to come over!

15 minutes had gone by when you heard the doorbell ring.

you ran through the dark, haunted looking walls.you pushed back Dick, who was also trying to get to the door.

"I'll get it!" you basically slammed yourself against the door.

you quickly recovered and opened the door.

"Noir!" you noticed how peni wasnt next to him like she usually was "wheres peni?"

"shes getting her stuff from the car."

"thats fine, come in!" you invited him in

"thanks."

alfred and noir made conversation, and you didnt notice damian basically stalking you all

you saw through the window that peni was on her way in. you jumped from your seat on the floor you will never be worthy enough for the family couch and opened the door for her.you spun peni into a hug

"Hi angel!"

Peni laughed, smiling at how tightly ypu were hugging her.

you didnt notice damian sneaking into your room.

As soon as he got there, he ran to your plushies.

Uour stupid plushies.

He pulled out his katana and started ripping them.

He had no idea why he'd done it, he just wanted to.

He made sure to focus on the Miguel plush, he was so mad that man took you away from them.

by the time you got back to your room with Peni not that far behind, you froze looking at the plusihies.

Damian didnt look guilty.

You dragged him away from the plushies, and dodging his kicks and punches as much as you could you scolded Damian "Why would you do that?"

he stayed silent, avoiding your eyes.

you slammed the door on his face and made your way to the plushies.

you held the now mangled miguel plush in your hands, and tried to not let out any tears.

Peni picked up your Miles plushie, which was now missing an eye and got an idea:

"I can probably fix this up, if youd like?"

"Actually?"

"Yeah! noir taught me how to sew a while ago."

She started fixing them and you finished setting up everything, still angry at Damian.

Why would he do this? He was the one who started all of this.everything started off great with him, what happened?

the more you thought of it, the more angry you got.

Meanwhile, Damian was in his room processing what he had done.

He didnt know why he did it exactly.

Could it be the jealousy?

Seeing you treat others that arent related to you like family?

Seeing you treat the little boy like the baby brother you never had?

Seeing you hold Peni and Peni not resisting?seeing how happy you were with her?

He's never felt so humiliated being kicked out of your room while companies over!

He had to apologize before peni could replace him before you hated him like you hated Alfred.

He made his way to your room and heard you and peni talking.

"She said i walk like a bitch, what does that even mean?!" a high pitched voice spoke, damian assumed came from the younger girl.

"Shes so annoying. i dont even know her and she sounds stupid." you said

"She is!" the high pitched voice spoke

Damian barged in.

He saw you painting peni's nails, and a movie playing in the background.

It was legally blonde, a movie he once caught Jason watching in his apartment.

an awkward silence passed by

You looked up at him "do you need something?"

"yes." he spoke up

"..well what is it?"

"i insist she leaves." Damian pointed to Peni

you quickly hid her behind you "She is not leaving."

"Y/n-" peni tried to interject, only to be cut off by you.

"Listen, damian, she isnt leaving. whatever you have to say, you can say it to my face."

"..Fine."he took a deep breath "i apologize." he muttered, ever so quietly.

"what was that?" you said, squatting down a bit to get to his level

"I apologize!" he put his head down in embarrassment

"Was that so hard?" You put you hands on your hipsyou took a deep breath "Okay, its whatever."

you continued "Im also sorry for getting so mad at you. and for calling you by Peni's name."

"You did what now?" Peni said, suprised.

"It's a long story." you started kicking damian out of your room.

The last thing he saw in your room was the now stitched up plushies.

As soon as he got out, you started talking to peni.

"Peni, please be careful around him."

Peni looked at you, confused "What do you mean?"

You opened a nail polish "He threatened a literal 5 year old."

Peni looked at you, bewildered "what?"

it was 3 in the morning when Peni got thirsty.

She knew that most likely, every one of your family members would be on patrol.

She started making her way out your room, making sure you didnt wake up.

Even though you were a heavy sleeper, she didnt wanna wake you up.

She knew her way around the manor, you've prevously hosted small get togethers with the spider-gang without anyone noticing.

As soon as she got to the kitchen, she noticed how damian was there.

She knew you had told her to be careful around him.

She tried sneaking around him, only for him to sneak up on her.

"Boo." Peni jumped at Damian scaring her.

"You scared me."

As she was about to yell at him, she felt something brush past her leg.

a little black and white cat.

"Awww, what a cutie!" She picked him up.

Damian was about to protest, knowing that alfred the cat usually would attack when picked up.

It caught him off guard how calm the cat was.

She put her hand out to him "I'm Peni."

He shook her hand "I know. Im Damian."

"He usually doesnt tolerate newcomers." He spoke

"Well, he can probably sense how i have a cat." Peni pet Alfred.

Damian's eyes lit up at her words "You do?"

"Yep! noir has a cat named Ding Ding, she's so sweet." Peni's eyes also lit up at being able to talk about it.

They both started talking about little cat facts, sitting on the kitchen floor.

They only stopped when they heard a certan voice.

"Can you guys shut up? It's literally 3 am." you rubbed your eyes, half asleep.

"Y-yeah, we'll be quiet, sorry." Peni prayed youd forget the warning you gave her to be careful around Damian.

You turned around to go back to bed, only to walk back when you remembered.

You started lightly scolding Peni about not hearing your warning, with Damian trying not to laugh.

Peni glared at Damian and spoke up "listen, im fully unharmed, see?"

You realised you were overreacting and took a deep breath. "youre right, im sorry. i just got all worried."

you quickly bear hugged her "Im so sorry angel, I wont do this again!"

"Y/n!" Peni laughed as quietly as she could.

"C'mon guys, lets head to bed." You picked them both up by the scruff of the neck, suprising Damian

"Put me down at once! Stop this nonsense!" He tried thrashing around.

He looked at Peni to see if she was doing the same thing, only to see her acting like this was normal between them.

You dropped Damian off at his room and brought peni to yours.

Damian ended up sneaking into your room an hour later

oh my god this is ass lmfao

if it feels rushed thats cause it was i was loosing motavation to finish this

im sososo sorry for the mistakes its like 3 am rn

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[cosmosluckycharms]

Bug Like Angel

Spacing out

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Potential.

You hated that word.

It meant possibility. It meant that you were almost good. almost great. almost perfect.

You've heard it from everyone.

You heard it from teachers at parent-teacher conferences.

"She's a good student. She has the potential to be great."

Maybe if you weren't such a smartass during class, you would be great. perfect, even.

It wasn't your fault; you already knew most of the things your classes would teach.

You would correct the teachers when they got something incorrect.

That got on their nerves.

You heard it from annoying boys at your middle school who would rate every girl on a number scale.

"She has potential, but she's a smartass and kind of off-putting… plus those rumors—"

How annoying. How were you offputting? You tried your hardest to interact with others correctly.

You watched others interact with each other and learned their mannerisms to fit in.

You would attempt to understand social cues you never understood growing up.

You heard it from your family growing up.

"She has the potential to be Robin. She's kind of weird, though."

How were you weird?

Even if you were, they never saw you be weird.

They were never around. You were never enough.

Growing up, you never truly saw yourself as equal to others.

You weren't good enough to be great. which is why you couldn't believe that your friends actually saw you as something other than potential.

Your spider-friends, that is.

You don't like to think about your old friends.

Your new friends could see right through the facade you put on frequently.

The one where you were a quiet, perfect girl who let everyone walk over her.

They didn't see you as what you could be, but as who you are.

You didn't have to burn yourself out trying to be something you couldn't be.

You could be yourself around them.

They were your safe space. which was why you were so annoyed at this moment.

You had to bring your family along with you to the spider society.

______

Earlier in the morning, you had gotten the message from Miguel.

The one warning about the spot.

You got up from your warm bed, the light from your window waking you up.

You yawned, fangs protruding.

You mentally made a plan on how to go about your day.

You tried to pretend you weren't scared over what you learned yesterday.

You went through your morning routine, ignoring the pit in your stomach.

You walked out of your room.

You spotted Jason (why was he even visiting?) in the living room.

You went to sit down to eat breakfast. You kept dozing off by accident.

You put your head down for a moment more, hoping to get more sleep, only to be awoken to the sound of a mug hitting the table.

You look up to see it was Alfred who had placed it.

You muttered a quick "thanks" and looked around.

You noticed how everyone was sitting together at the table, an unusual sight.

You quickly pull out your phone from under the table to see if it was a special occasion.

It was Sunday.

Years ago, Alfred suggested Sundays should be days where the family had at the very least one meal together.

You were never really invited or involved with these meals, so this was really your first or second one.

You let out a groan, quiet enough so no one can hear.

You look to your left and see Damian glaring at Tim across the table, who's next to Bruce.

On your right is an empty space, luckily for you.

You aren't cramped.

You took a sip of the coffee and let out a yawn, the coffee doing nothing to wake you up due to your boosted metabolism.

As you yawned, your fangs showed again, catching the attention of your family.

"Holy shit, you have fangs?" Jason asked, bewildered.

"Yeah," you said, clearly not wanting to talk anymore.

Dick spoke, "How long have you had them?"

"A while," you tapped your foot impatiently, wanting to get up and leave.

"Are you a meta?" Tim asked, clearly taking mental notes.

"I don't know. Maybe."

"B doesn't want metas in Gotham, you know," Dick said, about to ask if you wanted to stay in Bludhaven with him instead.

You spoke before he could, though. "That's fine. If he doesn't want me here, I could move back in with Miguel."

Bruce paused for a moment before speaking up. "That isn't needed."

Conversations continued amongst them. However, you got up before breakfast was even served.

You ignored their confusion and left for your room.

You got changed into your costume and left the manor through your window.

You went to secretly patrol, on the lookout for any suspicious spot activity.

You ended up finding spots scattered around where the jester would pop up the most, which you thought was strange. You took photos for evidence maybe you were a little afraid your friends wouldn't believe you). You know they always will, but deep down you feel that they will ignore you as your family once did.

You made your way to the manor, stopping by some stands to buy breakfast on the way.

You also attempted to think about this more clearly.

How was the spot connected to the joker?

Has he gone to other universes?

How has nobody noticed he left?

You pull out your phone to send a message to your friends.

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Y/n: Meet at my universe, my room

y/n: ASAP no rocky

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Maybe they have information you don't. You doubt it, though.

It was implied by the message you all got from Miguel earlier that up until yesterday no one knew he had escaped.

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Once you made your way back to the manor, you sneaked into your room through the window.

As you stayed in your room and set up some snacks you had bought from a corner store nearby, you couldn't get your mind off the spotty situation.

You decided to not go into the main living spaces, knowing that if your family saw you, they'd know something was up.

They were all extremely observant of your body language and how you acted when you were feeling anxious.

You'd be surprised if they didn't know you were anxious this morning.

You knew that they'd immediately bug you for answers, and that was the last thing you needed.

Talking about bugs, the number of bugs they placed was insane.

You've always had a habit of excessively cleaning your room when you were bored (which was always), and you started noticing that some bugs were placed in your room.

You don't know how long they've been placed there.

What you do know is that you've gotten rid of them each time. Because of some tech Peni made you ages ago, you could spot recording devices.

You also got rid of the cameras that were suddenly placed near your window. You knew they were placed recently because ever since middle school, you've snuck out through the window.

The lack of cameras made it easy to leave.

You would go out for walks late at night alone.

It wasn't until you got bitten that you had a way to protect yourself.

Usually you'd just go out into the Gotham night with nothing but cheap earbuds and an old portable music player.

The worst they could do is attack you or kill you, but hey, you didn't have much to live for anyway.

You got mugged a couple times, but they could tell you had nothing valuable on you.

They didn't know you were also Bruce's daughter; lucky you.

Thank goodness he didn't flaunt you around like his sons.

Who knows what those criminals would've done to you?

You always spaced out. usually falling into a daydream.

You were always described as a girl with an imagination too big for her size, especially when you were younger.

You used to spend hours every day daydreaming.

Imagining yourself as a superhero, or as a magical girl, or as a self-insert OC you made.

It started off as something normal kids do. It started to get more and more concerning when others noticed how you'd space out for hours listening to music.

Usually at a blank wall, on walks, or while you are getting rides.

As soon as you heard yelling, you'd put in your earbuds and try to drown out the sounds of your family.

Of course, your family barely noticed.

When they did, they just played it off as you being weird.

It wasn't just about how you spaced out. Growing up, Alfred would "find" your drawings and write about them. He definitely didn't go snooping.

You stopped drawing or writing about them as you got older, out of fear someone would find them.

Most of the time, your art was innocent.

You meeting Superman, you becoming a superhero, hanging out with friends, inserting yourself into your favorite show, etc.

Years ago, you drew and wrote about a treehouse.

After a couple months of begging, Bruce grew more and more agitated until he hesitantly got one built.

He proceeded to forget about it and got it chopped a year later after Tim complained about it obscuring his view from his window.

"Jerk." Alfred could hear your voice complaining years later.

What really caught his attention is how a lot of them were about you getting adopted into different families.

Being Superman's daughter, being adopted by some teachers of yours, hell, you even wrote about replacing your siblings with friends you thought of as siblings.

He tried telling the others; however, he'd always be dismissed.

"She's just trying to get attention."

"She's not serious."

"Strange... anyways—"

All you could do was roll your eyes and walk away.

You spaced back once you heard someone come in through the window.

Well, not just someone. All of your spider gang (as Miles once called you all, and you teased him for being corny despite the warmth in your heart) started making their way through the window.

Miguel was absent, but that was expected from you anyway.

He was probably trying to locate the spot.

Same with Jess; she was most likely busy too.

You assume that Margo couldn't make it either.

It was a miracle Noir could make it. You felt a hand comfortingly meet your back.

"You alright, mate?" Hobie asked, face uncharacteristically concerned.

"You spaced out for a good minute or two," Peni added.

You took a look at Peni's face. She looked so tired.

Nothing like the angel you met years ago.

She had heavy eyebags, and her eyes were less relaxed.

However, she looked less miserable than she used to, a year or two ago.

You remember checking up on her semi-regularly and bringing her foods you baked and cooked after her canon events had taken a toll on her.

You remember her red, puffy eyes.

Her matted black hair, you brushed out and braided to prevent further matting.

Her messy bed—she refused to leave. How she kept insisting on pushing everyone away despite how you all wouldn't budge. You were so proud of her and how she seemed to be healing.

Of course, she has her moments, but you all do. As exhausted as she looked, you were glad she was healing from the events.

"Hello...? Earth to y/n?" Gwen questioned, trying to get you to stop spacing out.

"Oh, uh, sorry," you apologized, uncharacteristically quiet.

"y/n? Are you alright? You only really get like this when you're not feeling good," Pav asks, picking at his fingernails.

"Or when she's high," Miles adds, getting a light slap on his arm from Gwen.

"No, uh, sorry, this might be a dumb question." You looked down at your hands, feeling like a burden for even asking for your friends to come over.

Noir raises a finger into the air. "There's no such thing as a dumb question."

You took a deep breath and spoke. "Have you guys noticed anything in your universe that may be connected to the spot?"

The others gave you a look you couldn't decipher.

They knew how the spot was a sensitive topic for everyone.

Miles almost lost his parents.

Gwen almost lost miles.

You almost lost Miguel.

Peni cleared his throat a bit shyly. "I noticed some technology basically vanish from my earth. not sure if it could be connected, though."

You nodded, taking a mental note.

Pavitr cleared his throat. "Is this because of the message we got earlier?"

You quickly looked through your pockets in your pants, your friend's eyes suddenly widening at how many items you took out while trying to get the photos out.

"How does all that fit in your pockets?" Miles asked, puzzled.

"Hammerspace is a wonderful thing," Ham said, earning a chuckle from Peni.

After a good moment or two, you pulled out a bag full of photographs.

You blinked, and suddenly everyone got closer to you to see the photos and started passing them around amongst themselves.

"I noticed how there are more spots near places Joker was spotted." You said, "This might be a stretch, but I feel like they're both planning something."

You tried to ignore how your heart dropped every time you thought of either the Joker or the Spot. They both caused events in your life; you almost lost someone you loved.

You rarely ever hated anyone; however, they were both people whom you hated.

"Why don't you tell Miguel?" Miles asked, sitting on your bed.

"I don't want to make him more stressed out. You know how he gets when he's stressed."

"Angry?" Peni asks.

"A tightwad?" Noir spoke, playing around with a fidget toy that you got years ago.

Gwen scoffs, lacking any irritation. "Destructive?"

"A tosser," Hobie says, suddenly hanging off of a coat hanger.

"Violent?" Miles adds, pointing to a scar of his that hasn't faded.

"I was going to say cold, but that works too." You let out a slight chuckle.

You slump down on your bed. It's kind of dumb. I don't want to disappoint him."

"Booshwash," Noir said.

Gwen put her hand on your shoulder. "You won't. You're his favorite."

"It's like you're the one person who won't get in trouble," Pavitr said, putting the pictures that were left scattered around into a pile.

"I think the last time he was upset with you was when you got shot that one time," Miles said.

"Even then he wasn't even mad; he was just worried. Peni added.

"You guys are low-key right. I might tell him." You guys fell into more conversation, calming your nerves slightly.

After what felt like minutes (but was truly hours), it was getting dark out.

Collectively, you all looked toward the door as your spider senses went off.

You immediately prepared yourself in an offensive position, only to see Dick walk in.

"Hey, birdie, you skipped breakfast, and lunch passed already; we're getting worried—" He paused when he noticed the group of people in your room.

"You didn't eat breakfast or lunch?" Ham asks, concern tainting his voice. "I did; I got breakfast from a stand outside," you defended yourself.

"Well always," Dick continued, "are they allowed to be here?"

You shrugged, holding the case of markers Miles let you borrow.

Dick left shortly after, letting you enjoy yourself a bit longer.

He wanted to snitch to Bruce or Alfred and get your friends kicked out, but seeing you look so happy with your friends made him change his mind quickly.

As you and your friends continued to eat snacks and hang out, it got darker. "Hey guys," you say, putting away your pack of cookies, which is now empty. "I'm low-key still hungry."

"We should go to a restaurant!" Peni said, playing with some slime you guys made.

You guys all snuck out your window and went swinging around until you found a diner.

Unfortunately for you, while swinging, you all saw Batman and Robin.

Man, you were in so much trouble.

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Once you guys came back to the manor, you knew it was only a matter of time before someone told your friends to leave.

And before you got grounded.

While you and your friends talked about some gossip going around in HQ, Alfred walked in.

Your eyes widened, and you internally started preparing yourself to be scolded.

"It's one in the morning. You all have to leave."

"One already?" you said, shocked time had gone by so fast.

One by one, your friends left, leaving you and Alfred alone.

You slowly turned around to look at him.

He cleared his throat. "Are you aware there will be a punishment for this, Mistress Y/N?"

"Yes, sir..."

He left the room, and you let out a sigh you didn't know you were holding.

You got ready for bed, but you remembered to call Miguel.

You hoped he would pick up.

Ring... ring… ring…

The longer he took to pick up, the stronger the urge you had to collapse into bed got. Just as you were about to, he picked up.

"Hello?"

"Hey, uhm, Dad, do you think I could come tomorrow to show you something I think might be related to Spot?"

"You don't even have to ask. But mija, please go to bed. It's two in the morning for you."

"Okay, goodnight, Dad."

"Goodnight."

As soon as he hung up, you fell asleep.

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Once morning hit, you decided to eat breakfast and then immediately leave to tell Miguel about the information you had.

You headed downstairs to see everyone at the dinner table yet again.

Weird.

You quickly grabbed yourself a Pop-Tart and tried to leave.

"Where do you think you're going?" you heard Bruce say.

"Out," you responded, not bothering to turn around and look at him.

"To where?"

"Miguel."

"No, you're not; you're grounded."

"It's an emergency—"

"No, it's not; you're going to see your friends."

"I'm literally not—"

"Well, I don't believe you."

"Fine. Don't believe me then."

As soon as you opened a portal, Bruce stepped forward to grab your wrist.

"I'm coming with you."

"Fine. Just don't blame me if you get hurt.

Before you knew it, your whole family (besides Alfred, thankfully) had come with you.

In those ridiculous costumes.

You sighed as Dick raved about how big HQ was and how many spider people there were.

You ignored Tim's questions and Jason's complaining.

You never thought you'd say this, but you were grateful for how silent Bruce was.

You spaced back into your family, showing a familiar glitch.

You sighed and threw them the 24-hour bracelets.

"Here. They're day passes. Use them."

They put them on without resistance.

You started growing more irritated with their antics.

Luckily for you, you guys were right outside Miguel's office.

You entered, immediately swinging toward Miguel and ignoring his dramatic entrance.

"Dad, I'm here."

Before he could reply, you shoved the pictures into his hands.

Usually, he would lightly scold you.

However, looking at you, you looked unusually disheveled.

You both got down to a lower level and called Jess to come along.

The longer you looked at the pictures, the more anxious you got.

"I'm here," Jess said, getting closer to you both.

As you all discussed what this could mean, your family stood awkwardly apart from you.

Tim was the only one who didn't, choosing to investigate technology.

"I'm not waiting around." Damian started walking closer to you and the others, growing impatient.

The others made no effort to stop him, instead using this as an excuse to get closer to you yet again.

The closer they got to you, the more they could hear your conversation.

"I just don't understand what the Joker wants with him!" you said while picking at your nails anxiously.

"We need to stop him before he tries anything."

"How can we stop him if we don't know where he is?"

"I don't know."

You felt Dick grab you in a hug, which annoyed you even further.

"Let go of me!" you kicked harder and harder.

It wasn't until Bruce told him to let go that he did.

"I thought it'd make you feel better."

"Well, you thought wrong!" You relocated your dislocated shoulder and put it back into place.

"How are these bracelets made?" Tim asked both Miguel and you as you both ignored him.

You proceeded to try and block out everyone's noises.

Jess and Miguel are trying to pinpoint the spot.

Tim is asking questions.

Dick is trying to calm you down.

Jason and Bruce are arguing. Damian asking if you all could leave.

"Y/n," Miguel said. You looked at him, his face full of worry. "We think the spot is trying to team up with the Joker."

You could practically feel your heart beating out of your chest.

And you hated how due to Jess's and Miguel's super hearing, they could tell you were freaking out.

"Hey, hey, Mija—Pavitr was waiting for you in the training room with the others. How about you go join them?"

"I don't want to," the truth is, you did. You always did.

You didn't want your friends to worry about this.

Jess practically read your mind. "Yes, you do. Peni was on her way to get you some food."

Despite your reluctance, you got up and started making your way out the door. Before you were even halfway through the door, you realized you were being followed.

You paused, which caused the others to stop closely behind you.

You look back to see that most of your family has started following you, with the exception of Bruce, who, despite his stone-cold face and stupid mask, you could tell was dumbfounded.

"Can you guys—" Exasperated, you pushed the one closest to you, which happened to be Tim. "—leave me alone?!" By pushing Tim, you ended up pushing the others along with him.

Suddenly your siblings were on the floor, surprised at your strength.

You turned around, ready to swing away angrily and possibly leave the society and teleport to a random universe just to get away from everyone.

Before you could do anything but turn away, however, you felt a calloused hand firmly grab your wrist.

You turned around, expecting it to be Jason.

What you did not expect was for the hand to be Bruce's. He spoke up, his voice cold and uncomforting.

"You just demonstrated to everyone you cannot be trusted to be alone. Your behavior is unacceptable. Control yourself."

'Control yourself?'

'Control yourself?!'

You yanked away from his hold and stared at his eyes in a way that reminded Bruce of Dick when he was younger.

As he glared at you, you thought about how years ago, had you been in this exact position, you would've given in to Bruce's silent demand to calm down.

However, you weren't afraid anymore.

You pointed a finger at his chest. "How are you going to tell me what to do? You barge into my space and have the audacity to tell me what to do?"

"Your space?" Dick spoke up, amused.

"Yes, my space, the same space I took comfort in after you all had forgotten about me." The angrier you got, the louder your voice got. "You guys weren't even invited! Gosh, you're so inconsiderate—"

You felt a pair of gentle hands get yours out of your scalp, which you hadn't realized were pulling your hair.

You look up and see Miguel towering over you, a familiar gentle look on his face making you quiet down.

"Go to the training room."

You didn't argue against Miguel's words and made your way out, but not before stopping the others from coming with you. "Don't follow me."

Before any of them could object, Jess defended you. "You should walk by yourself anyway; take a break."

You smiled weakly at her and made your way out.

As you made your way out, you could hear Jess scolding someone, presumably your family.

You angrily huffed your way towards the training room, ignoring the concerned stares from others.

You passed by the medbay and the therapist's office and wished they had a better one you could talk to and finally made it to the training room.

You didn't bother to knock.

Gwen was sparring with Miles.

Pavitr was practicing his swinging using the gymnastics area.

Hobie was having a smoke break near a window.

They looked your way as you angrily ripped off your mask and threw it onto the ground.

You ignored your friends looking at you and went straight to the punching bags.

After around a minute or two, Pavitr came up to you.

"Hey, uh– y/n?" You heard the hesitation in his voice.

You let out an unusually irritated sigh. "What?"

"Are you alright?"

"I'm fine." He reached out to you. "Listen, don't be afraid to ask for help. –"

"I don't need your help." You punched the bag harder with every word.

"I don't need anyone's help. I'm fine on my own."

Before he could talk, you continued. "I don't need your help," you repeated. "I don't need anyone's help! And I certainly don't need help from Bruce or his stupid sons!"

You blew through the punching bag, leaving half of it still hanging and the other half on the floor.

"Are you sure? You just broke five punching bags in like 8 minutes—" Miles nervously added.

"I'm fine," you said through gritted teeth.

As you started storming off, you felt a hand hold your wrist.

Man, what's with you and people grabbing onto you?

You whipped your head around to see it was Gwen.

The others also started surrounding you, pissing you off even more.

As soon as you were going to pull away and leave, Gwen beat you to it and pulled you onto the ground and into a hug.

You started tearing up; you couldn't tell if it was from relief or frustration.

"I'm sorry for snapping, Pav. I've been so overwhelmed."

"I might forgive you if you bake me some of those cupcakes you made me a while ago," Pavitr playfully said.

You let out a wet chuckle yet stayed hugging Gwen. "You mean the ones I made Gayatri and you ate?"

"They were delicious and insisted I eat them; she was sick!"

You tried explaining your frustration, only to hiccup and stumble over your word vomit. You decided to stay quiet and try and calm down. You didn't explain what happened and why you had walked in so upset.

They understood anyway.

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It wasn't very hard for Damian to find you.

It was easy for anyone in your family to disappear from a crowd.

So it isn't very surprising Damian managed to escape Miguel's grasp.

The problem was finding you in an unfamiliar place full of unfamiliar faces.

He went around walking, ignoring how people looked at him like he didn't belong. It looked like how he looked at you years ago.

As he went looking for you, he saw a familiar shade of raven hair.

Peni.

He made his way toward her, ignoring the people in his way.

Sensing him, Peni turned around.

"Parker," Damian said.

"Oh, hey, Damian," Peni said casually before looking up again in surprise.

"Wait, Damian? Why are you here?" Peni said, continuing to walk.

"I'm looking for my sister." Damian started walking alongside Peni.

"Oh, come with me. I'm on my way to get her some food, actually," Peni said, holding a white takeout bag.

"Hn," Damian acknowledged.

"But why are you in headquarters right now?" She held his wrist and lifted it up slightly, showing his day pass. "How did you even get a day pass?"

Damian quickly pulled his wrist away. "None of your business, Parker."

"Whatever," Peni said, standing outside a large door. "We're here."

Damian masked his confusion and watched as Peni entered a room. Damian followed behind, looking at the room.

The room looked a lot more comfortable than the one at the manor.

It also had a lot more resources somehow.

It had a gymnastics area like the one Dick used.

"Hey, Y/n! I've got your food!" Peni yelled out toward you.

You were sparring with your friends. Sweet, thanks, Peni! Come up with us!" you called to her.

"Can't. Don't have my robot," Peni said, disappointed.

Before she could think, you swooped her up with you and swung with both Damian and Peni with the others.

"Who's this little guy?" Gwen said, pointing to Damian.

"Oh, I don't think Damian has met you guys. Damian's my little brother."

Damian noticed how you no longer had any hesitation in your tone.

As your friends all got to know Damian, you and Pavitr continued practicing gymnastics.

It was mostly you two fooling around.

It surprised you when you saw the rest of your family walk in.

"Birdie!" You let out a groan when you heard Dick.

You swung down to them, your annoyance apparent on your face.

"Why are you here?" you asked, crossing your arms.

"I didn't know you did gymnastics!" He held both your shoulders, ignoring your question.

"You didn't answer my question."

"Can't we visit our baby sister?" You let out a gag at his words, which made his smile falter slightly.

You turned around to see your family interacting with your friends.

Hobie and Jason were being amicable. You knew that if you hadn't told Hobie about your home life, they would've gotten along great.

Tim was trying to talk to Gwen and Miles.

Damian stayed around Peni, who was still being stuck on a high-up balance beam.

Bruce was standing near the door menacingly.

Before you could tell them all to leave, you and your friends got a live message from Miguel.

"Come to my office. It's urgent."

fuuuccckkk.

As you all started rushing out, Peni's voice called out.

"Hello? "A little help here?"

"Sorry, Peni!" You quickly scooped both her and Damian up and left.

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It had been a week or two since Peni had come over.

Since then, Damian had slowly been entering your life more and more.

He would sometimes barge into your room and join in on whatever you were doing.

One time, he barged into your room while you were teaching Peni how to play the electric guitar.

He didn't even ask to join in. He just sat on your chair and lurked.

You didn't mind Damian joining you; it was nice having someone around a lot.

Sometimes it could get overwhelming, though.

Sure, living with Miguel taught you how to live with others, but Damian would sometimes just...linger.

It also didn't help how you liked being alone sometimes, so it got annoying sometimes.

Especially right now, while you were grocery shopping. With Jason.

He had called you earlier, practically forcing you to hang out with him.

Despite your annoyance, you reluctantly agreed.

Regardless of your hesitance, you kind of missed him. even though you'd rather die than tell him.

You guys haven't hung out in around 7 years.

You couldn't blame him, though. His death took a toll on everyone, and he no longer lived in the manor.

While going through awkward small talk, which mostly consisted of you both complaining about Bruce, you heard a voice go off through the intercom:

"Ms. Y/N Wayne, please make your way to the front; we have something you lost."

You looked at Jason, who looked almost as puzzled as you.

"Did you lose anything?"

"Not that I remember... I've got both my phone and my wallet in my pockets, and that's all I brought with me. Plus, it's strange; they used Wayne instead of O'Hara."

"I'll never get used to your last name changing. Why did you change it anyway?"

"I have my reasons."

"fair enough"

Once you got closer to the front, you saw two very familiar figures.

Peni and Damian.

You mentally facepalmed and decided to lecture them later.

You could see by the look on Peni's face that she was annoyed with Damian.

Damian, on the other hand, looked indifferent and slightly proud.

Seeing Damian made it easy to connect the dots; he was in denial of your last name being changed.

You sighed and apologized to the lady at the front for them.

As soon as you made your way out of the store, bags in Jason's hands (because he refused to let his "baby sister" do any work despite you literally being super-human), you started your lecture.

"How did you two get here? I didn't even bring you with me!"

Immediately after saying that, both Peni and Damian started defending themselves and talking over each other.

You started rubbing your temple, which made them shut up.

"Peni, you go first."

"Why does she get to go first?!"

"Because I said so."

Peni spoke up. "There was an anomaly here. Everyone was trying to contact you, but you weren't responding."

Right. You left your watch in your room by accident.

Peni continued, "I couldn't find where you were because we couldn't track you—"

"Track?!" Both Damian and Jason interjected in unison.

"Life360," Peni continued, "I ended up doing it on my own."

You grimaced, feeling slightly guilty that Peni had to deal with everything on her own.

"Peni, I'm sorry about you having to deal with all of that."

"It's fine; I needed to get away from home for a bit. If I were you, I'd be more concerned about the lecture you're going to get from Jess and Miguel."

You rolled your eyes playfully. "But seriously, how about I get you some ice cream later, my treat?"

"You know I can't refuse ice cream."

You giggled and ruffled her hair. You looked at Damian, who now looked very jealous, and gestured for him to talk.

"TT. I shouldn't have to explain myself."

Peni sighed and explained, "He was lurking, like always."

"I was not!" Damian argued.

You groaned in annoyance and just continued making your way to your car, everyone following behind you, and Damian and Peni still arguing.

After putting everything in the trunk, Damian and Peni begin arguing again.

"I call shotgun!" they both called out, trying to tug on the car handle despite it being locked.

"Get out of my way, you useless piece of filth!" Damian yelled.

"Y/N, tell Damian it's my turn to sit at the front!"

"No, it's my turn!"

"I'm the tallest!" Peni argued

Damian huffed, "I'm the oldest!"

"by, like, a month!"

"I'm still older!"

"I'm the favorite!"

"No, I am!"

"Y/N-! Tell him I'm the favorite!"

"No, I am!"

"Tell us who your favorite is!" they both exclaimed.

"If I told you guys, you'd end up hurting each other." You spoke up.

"Tell us now!"

"Yeah, or I'll get S//der to scare you in your sleep again!"

"Again?" Jason raised a brow.

You chuckled, "You guys are like 5 apples tall; you don't scare me."

They continued arguing, and you started pinching your nose in annoyance.

"Listen, if you guys can't agree on anything, you'll both sit in the back, and Jason will sit in the front."

"That's not fair!" Damian stomped his feet.

"Life isn't fair." You cringed at how you sounded like Bruce.

As everyone settled down and you finally took a breath, Jason spoke up.

"You know, they kind of sound like us when we were younger."

"Really?"

"Yeah," he chuckled, "do you remember that one time you broke my hardcover book and we got into a fight?"

"Not really."

"You snuck into my room out of boredom and snooped around. You found a book you thought was 'cute' because the cover was your favorite color. We got into a huge screaming match."

"I don't remember that."

"I swear, Alfred scolded me so hard. He put us both in—" He got cut off by Damian's yell.

You pulled over into a Walmart parking lot.

"What?!" You looked at them.

"Parker just bit me! This is preposterous!"

"He started it! He pulled out his stupid katana!"

"Damian, you know we aren't supposed to have katanas in the car," you stressed.

"Snitch." He gave a nasty look to Peni.

"Alright, I'm getting the shirt out." You got out of the car and started grabbing something from the trunk.

"No!" they groaned. You grabbed a get along shirt and threw it at both of them.

"I am not putting this on."

You glared at him, making him somehow shiver.

"I'm not putting it on either!"

"Do you want me to tell Noir you bit Damian on the arm?"

They put it on begrudgingly, making Jason laugh loudly at how defeated Damian was. You could have sworn you saw a tear fall from his eye.

After forcing them to put on the shirt (and taking away Damian's katana), both of them accepted defeat.

Peni was on her phone, and Damian was looking out the window.

The car was finally silent, with Peni and Damian slowly getting sleepy in the back.

Jason spoke up. "That's what Alfred did with us back when we were younger."

"Deadass?"

"Mhm. I probably have a picture somewhere."

By the time you got back to the manor, Damian and Peni were fast asleep.The shirt worked.

You chuckled and reached to pick them up; Jason stopped you.

"Wait," he pulled out both of your phones. "Take a picture first."

After taking some pictures (and sending one to Noir), you took the shirt off and handed Damian to Jason.

You picked up Peni and took her to your room.

You placed her on your bed, careful not to wake her up.

You looked around for your wristband to take Peni home.

Once you made the portal, you carefully picked up Peni, making sure not to wake her.

You hopped through the portal and carefully made it through her window, and tucked her into bed.

You got back to your room and finally got to relax.

...That was until Jason walked in through the door.

"Can we talk?" he asked. He looked a bit nervous.

You sat up. "What's up?"

"I miss how close we used to be."

"That sucks."

After around 30 seconds of silence, you spoke up again.

"Listen, we can slowly repair us, but you shouldn't expect everything to go back to normal immediately. Especially since I don't even remember what normal is."

"That's fine, I understand. I'll see you around, I guess." He left, closing your door behind him.

☆

About an hour later, you were still in your room, but now tuning your guitar.

You just got done with your online schoolwork and were dying of boredom.

The Little Mermaid musical was playing on the TV in front of you, and you could hear a slight hum coming from the 3DS next to you, which was playing Pokémon.

Was this a little too much? Possibly.

But you were bored and needed to get some sort of stimulation, since you didn't want to go out and have one of your stupid family members follow you. Again.

You sighed and put your guitar down, watching TV instead.

You took notice of the song playing, Part of Your World.

You cringed at an old memory of you, one where you were around eight.

You were quietly singing, almost humming, Part of Your World, hoping that somehow, some way, while hanging around Jason and Dick, he'd see you and play with you too.

You'd daydream for hours on end; most of your daydreams consisted of your family coming to your performances.

You grew up preferring performing arts, music, dance, and theater over most physical activity.

Not that you didn't like some sports; volleyball and soccer would always have a special place in your heart.

Plus, the semester you cheered for was pretty fun.

You also did gymnastics for around 2-3 years just to be like Dick; maybe Bruce would've liked you more if you were just like him?. Which was GREAT for when you became Araña.

But nothing compared to performing and seeing performances.

Both being in the crowd and seeing the crowd gave you a funny feeling, one that gave you adrenaline and made you all giddy and excited.

The first performance you saw was Seussical, on a field trip in second grade.

The Little Mermaid could've been the first, and you begged Bruce to take you to go see it. At some point, he said he'd take you. But he never took you; instead, he took Jason to a bookstore.

You were actually in a play; unfortunately, due to being bitten, now most of your time has to be put into being Araña.

You had to quit halfway through the play you were doing; your excuse was that Bruce no longer had time to take you.

Snapping out of your thoughts, you sighed, pausing the musical, which was now almost halfway done. (How long were you spaced out?) and instead of picking up your phone.

You had no new notifications other than Pinterest telling you that you had good taste.

Normally, the lack of notifications would worry you, seeing as how you and your friends usually talk all day.

But you knew they were most likely busy right now, either with work or schoolwork.

Unlike you, your friends went to school in person.

You missed doing in-person school, but it gave you more time to be Araña.

You put your phone face down and flopped onto the bed.

You didn't know what to do right now.

Your friends are busy, and nothing seems interesting.

You could go shopping again, but that would mean having to bring someone with you.

And full offense, you don't think you can stand being around anyone right now.

Sure, Damian's cool, but you were tired of seeing him everywhere. Jason is most likely going to try and ask to hang out more.

Bruce is awkward with you, plus you don't think you can stand to willingly be around him.

Connected by blood, separated by time.

Tim scares you, Dick tries too hard, and Alfred makes you mad.

You sat up and decided to get a snack.

It was almost time for patrol, and you needed all the energy you could get.

As you made your way down the hallway and past everyone's rooms, you looked at some family portraits.

A couple of them were your grandparents, Martha and Thomas.

The pictures were old and somewhat rusty, but you could feel the love radiating off of them.

Some other pictures were of the family which you weren't even in; no, you didn't feel angry and upset; shut up.

You had some photos of you, only put up recently.

They were from your social media and had your friends awkwardly cut or edited out.

You huffed and continued down the long hallway.

As you started to space out again, you felt your spidey senses go off slightly.

You were now in the living room, where everyone was sitting. Silently.

Dick pat the seat next to him.

Usually, when something like this happened, you'd ignore him and sit literally anywhere else.

Unfortunately, every other spot was taken.

You sighed and sat next to him, a genuine smile taking over his face.

You looked at Bruce, whose face was neutral.

Wanting to break the ice, you spoke up. "What is this, an intervention?"

You looked around to see everyone looking slightly guilty, like they got caught doing something stupid.

"Oh, so it is an intervention." You leaned back, a bit bored already.

Bruce cleared his throat. "We need to talk about you being Araña."

Shit.

You assumed that you all had a silent agreement that no one talked about each other's vigilante lives.

They never actually told you about theirs, so you found no use in telling them about yours.

"We have decided it is safer for you to be on patrol with at least one of us," Dick said casually.

"WHAT?!" you practically yelled, a bit dramatically.

"It's for your own good—"

"This isn't fair! I don't work in groups. I work better on my own." You stood up and argued.

Tim scoffed, "What about when you fight with your little friends?"

"That's different!" You started crying out of frustration. You hated it when they treated you like you were incapable of anything.

Bruce got closer to you, making you subconsciously back up in fear.

"One of us is coming with you. End of discussion."

You huffed and stormed off to your room.

You just wanted a snack.

☆

You were on top of a rooftop, sitting beside Jason and Damian.

They both had to come with you due to them not agreeing on who should go with you first.

Patrol was boring, and you couldn't stand hearing Jason and Damian argue for a moment more.

You were about to swing away when you got a familiar feeling.

"Hey!"

The familiar voice made you turn around in excitement.

Before Damian and Jason could ask who the guy in the red and black costume was, you hurriedly ran and hugged him."Want to get out of here?" Miles asked.

You practically started jittering in place. "Yeah!"

"She's fine, Spider-Boy." Jason put an arm around your shoulder.

"Oh, not again." Miles dragged his hand on his face.

You started laughing harder than Jason had ever seen you laugh. Your eyes were watering, and you were grabbing your ribs.

"I'm very clearly a man; it's in the name!"

"You're never beating the Spider-Boy allegations," you teased.

Jason spoke, "No way, Jose, I'm on babysitting duty."

"I'm 16; I'm fine. I don't need a babysitter." You argued.

"No, you're not. B told me to take care of you—"

Before he knew it, both of you swung away, giggling.

You knew both he and Damian were following you guys using a grappling hook, but they'd be a bit slower.

You and Miles went around stopping a few petty crimes.

After around 10 minutes, you were sure you lost Jason and Damian, even if it was for just a moment.

You guys sat down on a random rooftop.

Miles went ahead and talked about small things that happened lately.

He and Gwen went on a couple of dates, his grades have gone up, and he might get a job soon!

Miles mentioned his family why couldn't you have a family like that? and how they've been more supportive of him since he told them he's Spider-Man.

Miles noticed how quiet you were, which wasn't normal for you.

Usually, you were very chatty and bubbly, so seeing you quiet and calm was worrying him.

He shifted the conversation onto you "So what's going on with you? anything interesting?"

You sighed, flopped down onto the concrete roof, and looked at the stars slowly appearing. "Nothing much. My family suddenly decided I'm incapable of doing anything on my own."

He laid down next to you. "Really?"

"Yep. They won't leave me alone."

"I could tell."

A moment of calm, serene silence passed as you both just stared at the stars.

All the two of you could hear were some cicadas and the sounds of people walking below you.

You smiled, "I missed this."

He looked at you, puzzled, "Missed what?"

"Being with friends. I missed being around my buddies."

Miles's eyes lit up a bit. "We should all hang out together next week!"

"We should! Where do you think we could go?"

You two talked about plans, which didn't really make sense.

You guys decided to plan it later. That's a problem for future you.

After half an hour of you both joking around, Jason and Damian showed up.

You let out a groan in annoyance, and Miles waved goodbye.

You knew once you'd get to the manor, you'd get a huge lecture, one more annoying than the one you were currently receiving from both Damian and Jason.

But all you could think about was how nice it was to get away from them and hang out with a friend for once.

It was so worth it.

☆

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Bug Like Angel

pt1

Lonesome Love

You're about a year old when you're dropped off at the manor by your mother, along with your birth certificate and important papers.

She never truly cared for you, so she just left. She couldn't care if she wanted to, she could barely afford you. You sometimes wonder how life would've been if she stayed and cared and hadn't dropped you off at your father's.

Bruce didn't believe he was your actual father, he thought it was someone trying to get money from him.

After some DNA tests, it was confirmed. You were his kid.

Ever since you were little, like most babies, you needed attention.

Unfortunately in a household like this, you believe you won't ever get what you want.

Your father, Bruce Wayne, never had time for you. Always on a mission.

You would try and come up to him and talk to him and try and get him to do stuff with you, like listening to music or anything, you wouldn't mind doing anything as long as it was with your father.

You tried to read fancy newspapers you didn't understand infront of Bruce to get his attention and make yourself look smarter than you are.

All he does is walk away

Tagging along behind him was Richard "Dick" Grayson. Who was supposed to be like an older brother to you.

You would always go up to him and show off, trying to look cool to him or talk to him in general.

It never really worked.

You joined gymnastics when you were 6 in the hopes of getting Dick to talk to you.

All he does is give you a "Good job birdie!" with a ruffle of your hair which you won't complain about since that's the most he's paid attention to you since you got here.

Alfred was the only one you saw and had actual conversations with. He wasn't around as often as he would like to, but he tried his best..!

You would try and join him in baking only for you to mess it up. You thought he would shoo you away but he taught you how to do it well! He wasn't always with you though, he had to go and help your father on his missions.

You feel like you shouldn't complain about the little to no amount of love. You could technically buy anything you wish for You can afford anything you want!

All the fancy clothes and all the toys you wanted! Even your room was huge!You try and stay positive through everything, everything gonna be fine.

When you were 7 years old, Jason Todd was brought into the manor.

You half expected him to brush you off like Dick and Bruce, but to your surprise, he interacted with you!

Despite the 4-year age difference, he and you were inseparable.

He read to you every night, he listened to whatever you said, even if it didn't make sense, he would play whatever with you, and he would even take you out for walks!

He told you all about his school and despite some of the complaints he had, you wanted to go to a real school so badly!

You wanted friends! You wanted to talk to others! After being homeschooled your whole life, you begged your father to please let you go to public school.

...He said no.

You were so sad! why won't he just let you go? After months and months of begging, he finally let you go to private school!

The uniform was itchy and stupid-looking and the people there were kinda rude but still! School!!

After a week or two, you were extremely popular due to your bubbly personality and your being a social butterfly!

You had so many friends, everyone at school liked you being high energy! You loved your elementary school! You were pretty smart too, you had passing grades without even trying! Even if it technically is just an addition...

You were popular with students and teachers! Everyone wanted to play tag with you and race you to the swings and hang on the monkey bars with you and-

Everything was just perfect!

Until it wasn't.

You were 9 when Jason Todd was killed by the Joker.

You sobbed when you realized he wasn't coming back. You hated the Joker. You couldn't understand why.

Why would he do that?whywhywhywhywhyehywhywhywhywhywhywhywh

You don't have anyone to help you. Sure your friends at school exist but they wouldn't understand, you're all children, and most of them have gone through similar things. They wouldnt care.

You cried and threw up so many times.

You just wanted your brother back.

You wanted him to read you a story one more time. To talk to you one more time. To play with him one more time. To see him one more time. justonemoretimepleasepleasepleaseplease

You stopped going to school for a while to mourn. It was 3 weeks before you came back.

You were 11 years old when a new robin was introduced

Tim Drake

You tried to talk to him, you did! It's just that he looked so mad whenever you tried to talk to him like you were interrupting even while just existing.

So you stopped. He made you so mad, what made him think he could just take over Jason's legacy?!

You both avoided each other like the plague. There isn't much to be said, other than how you wish you guys could get along.

You're 12 when Jason's back. He's now also avoiding you. You don't understand why. You guys were so close, what happened?

You didn't understand, you've tried so hard for all of them, so why couldn't they just see you for once?

You're done.

You can't do this anymore.

They took Damian in with open arms. Dick got close to him immediately. It feels like everywhere you look they're all together, as a family. You're so sad. You're so mad. You're so tired.

They never cared for you. You tried so hard for them. Perfect grades, multiple hobbies you hate besides one, but it's the one thing you can't get done correctly. Electric guitar.

You're done.

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CAN WE GET A CHAPTER ON THE READERS LIFE WHEN THEY WERE LIVING WITH MIGUEL⁉️⁉️⁉️⁉️⁉️⁉️⁉️⁉️⁉️

SOREY I GOT TO THIS SO LATE (70 days oops)

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Bug Like Angel

Coming home

Living with Miguel wasn't easy.

It was a strange change from living in the manor.

As soon as you moved in, you realized how differently you were going to live.

Sure, you'd been at his apartment lots of times, so you knew how to get around the apartment, but having to downsize from a mansion to a tiny apartment for two slightly annoyed you.

You made your way to your room and ignored all the pictures of Gabriella in the hallway and laid down on your bed.

Your room wasn't as decorated as the one back in the manor.

It mostly was decorated with items from past hangouts you had with your friends and forgot to take with you back to the manor.

It was a lot smaller than your room back at the manor.

You'd be lying if you said you didn't miss your room back at the manor.

You'd be lying if you said you didn't miss how big the manor was.

You'd be lying if you said you didn't miss the garden in the backyard.

You'd be lying if you said you didn't miss all the room the manor had.

You'd be lying if you said you didn't miss using Bruce's credit card to go on shopping sprees.

You'd be lying if you said you didn't miss all your expensive clothes and makeup.

What you didn't miss was your so-called "family."

Back when you lived in the manor, you were free to go wherever whenever due to your family forgetting about you

Sometimes, you wouldn't inform anyone, and no one would notice you were gone, not even Alfred.

Sometimes you'd be gone for weeks at a friend's house before Alfred noticed you had left.

So it was surprising to you when Miguel actually noticed you leaving.

You were about to go walk around New York and make a new friend or two.

If you were going to move here, you might as well meet some new people.

With your phone in hand and keys in the other, you started making your way out the door.

"Where do you think you're going?" he asked, looking up from his hologram computers.

You tilted your head in confusion. "Out?"

"No way. Do you know how dangerous that is? It's 8 pm, it's dark out, and you could get hurt." He spoke in an authoritative tone.

That whole interaction left you somewhat confused.

Not because it didn't make sense, because it did.

Children are supposed to be seen.

You, for once, were seen.

It was also strange living with someone who cared about you enough to check up on you.

You were also used to sitting by yourself for hours on end, not speaking to anyone.

Sometimes you'd be in your room for days at a time, not coming out for anything.

Alfred would leave food at your door, and you had everything you needed.

You used to have a big bedroom with its own bathroom and window.

So it was surprising when Miguel would check in on you every hour or so.

It was annoying at first; you liked your peace and quiet.

You liked being able to have a moment to sit down and be by yourself for hours, days on end.

But you got used to it.

You understood this was his way of making sure you weren't running off and getting into trouble.

You were used to not having to cook or clean, so suddenly having to do chores around the apartment was slightly annoying.

And also concerning. How do you not know how to do simple chores?

Sometimes, while Miguel was at work, you'd get hungry and try to cook.

But you had no experience due to Alfred always making food and never teaching you, so usually you'd either make it inedible or burn the food.

One time, you almost burnt the kitchen down.

Miguel had just come back from work, only to see you trying to put out a fire with water.

"Mija, move!" He panicked and pushed her out of the way to grab a fire extinguisher.

You froze up watching him frantically push you out of the way and put out the fire.

"What were you thinking?!" He put the extinguisher away.

"I—I'm sorry! I was trying to cook some ramen!" You trembled.

He put his hands on his hips. "How did it catch on fire?"

"I was boiling the water, and it caught on fire!"

"You burnt water?"

"…yeah."

"Dios mío...How did you manage to burn water?"

"Don't ask me how I did it; I just did it. It was hard."

"Hija de tu puta—You know you could've gotten hurt? You could've burnt down this apartment with you in it!" The way Miguel was scolding you reminded you of when Bruce had yelled at you for almost hurting Damian.

After a while longer of scolding, you walked off to your room.

You walked past all the pictures of Gabriella on the walls. You pretended not to care about how you knew that if Gabriella had done what you did, Miguel wouldn't have scolded her.

You didn't cry in your pillow.

You put on your headphones and scrolled on your phone.

Due to you having your music on full blast, you didn't hear Miguel knocking on your door.

"Hey, mija," He spoke.

"..."

"Look, I'm sorry I yelled at you like that. I was scared you were going to get hurt." Miguel sat down on the edge of the bed.

"…really?" You put your phone down.

"Mhm."

You stayed silent, fidgeting with the bracelets on your arm.

Miguel cleared his throat, continuing, "Look, how about next time you're hungry, we can work together to make a meal instead of you struggling alone."

"I don't need help," you snapped, sitting straight up. "I've practically helped myself for 15 years; I'm perfectly fine."

"It's okay to need help."

"It's not okay. I'm not a child, and I don't need help." You argued, attempting to hide your angry tears in the sleeves of your shirt.

You felt a hand on your shoulder.

You instantly melted into his touch.

"Listen," he spoke, "you don't have to deal with this alone. I know how big of a change this is for both of us."

"I'm fine," you argued, avoiding his eyes.

"It's okay to ask for help."

"I don't want to be a burden."

"You aren't a burden; you never have been and never will be."

"Are you sure?"

"I'm very sure."

You stayed quiet, processing his words.

He sighed and walked out your door quietly.

You ended up taking his offer up, the one where he taught you how to cook.

It was a mess because of you both mostly playing around and not taking it seriously, but at least you didn't burn down the kitchen this time.

Miguel was getting tired of driving you around, from parks, the gym, the mall, etc.

Plus, to your new friends' houses and hangouts.

So, he took you to finally get you a car.

It wasn't until you chose the car and were about to drive it that you realized:

"...I can't drive."

"What do you mean you can't drive?" he asked in disbelief.

"I mean, I never learned. No one ever taught me." You had asked Jason to teach you, and he never did.

From then on, Miguel attempted to teach you.

He would teach you for roughly an hour every day.

The conversations you both would have usually went like this:

"Ve a la derecha," he said, pointing at the GPS.

"What's derecha?" you asked.

He let out a sigh. "Right."

Out of habit, you put your hands out into an 'L' shape to figure out your right.

He let out another sigh. "Dont tell me you dont know—."

You cut him off "I don't know my lefts and rights!"

Miguel started rubbing his temple in annoyance.

It took a while for you to be fully able to drive; even then, it wasn't flawless.

Once you got pulled over by the police for accidentally speeding, and they had to contact "your parents."

That'd be fine if you weren't literally in another universe you technically shouldn't be in.

You had to lie to the police and tell them you lived by yourself, and they let you off with a warning.

As you made your way home, you realized you should probably blend in as Miguel's daughter.

"Can I have your last name?" you didnt want to ask to be adopted, you didnt want to be an annoyance to him.

"Well, good evening to you too."

"It'll make it easier to blend in here. I'm the only Wayne in New York." You argued

"Listen, I have to have paperwork to do it—"

You cut him off, passing him the paperwork you've had for him from a month ago.

"Alright."

From then on, you were an O'Hara, which you preferred over Wayne.

You didn't want to be connected to your "family."

Living with Miguel wasn't easy, but it was easier than living with the Waynes.

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