platonic!batfamily x batsis!reader
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in a family full of vigilantes, you're the sporty sibling. you were more interested in playing tennis than fighting crime. a/n: sorry if some things don't make sense, the timeline always confuses me
Bruce was fully prepared to start your training. He'd quickly find out your skill level, where to begin, and ways to turn your weaknesses into strengths. He's done it before, multiple times, it was almost second nature.
So imagine his surprise when his first daughter decided that she didn't want any part of the vigilante business.
You saw everything. The late nights, the bruises, the bandages stained with blood that seeped out from wounds. Why would you willingly want to partake in that?
Yet, you were still taught the basics just to make sure you could defend yourself. The Waynes make headlines, so there was always the possibility of a newspaper being read with eyes filled with malicious intentions.
Soon, learning how to return a punch turned into returning a tennis ball with a forehand swing. Bruce had two courts built on the lands within the estate. One for her, and the other for any members of the family who wanted to use it in their free time. You, of course, got the most use out of it.
Bruce had dabbled in many sports, tennis being one of them. Sometimes he regrets telling you, a beginner level, energetic pre-teen, about his skills.
"Come on! Please!" You pleaded, swaying your racket back and forth. His study was spacious, but you were still bound to hit something. "You didn't buy tennis courts for nothing!"
"I know I didn't. I bought them for your enjoyment, not for me to play on." Bruce looked up from his book. "Please swing the racket outside of my study, preferably at the courts."
"You said you were good at it! I want to be good at it too! You gotta help me with my serve, I keep hitting it over the gate!"
Bruce was painfully aware of that. There was so much force behind her serves, but no direction. About ten balls went over the gate, and one struck and cracked the window.
"You're probably using the wrong grip, or you're tossing it wrong—"
"I'd toss it right if you helped me!" You cut him off. "Please, I just want to be like you."
His eyes slightly softened. "I want you to be better than me." He sighed, standing up from his chair. "Fine, I'll teach you everything I know, but I am busy. When I can't teach you, try to find your brother." He spoke, referring to Richard. It wasn't his main hobby, but he's played a couple of games. "If he can't, then I'll just find you a coach."
By the time you were fifteen, you were accepted into the Gotham Junior Tennis Academy. The sport became a huge part of your life, with most of your afternoons being spent on the court. You practiced constantly, it needed to pay off.
You worked up the ranks, and the date for your final competitive match was cutting close. You had the practice, yes, but the nerves were still there.
Luckily, you had the best (and biggest) support system.
Bruce pat your back, Dick twisted your visor trying to ruffle your hair, Jason kept a close eye on your opponent to call out any "illegal moves" they might make. Tim and Stephanie cheered you on, while Damian and Cassandra assessed the match, hoping that you'd win.
"Don't let them get in your head! You know who you are!" Stephanie called out, trying to encourage you.
You did know. You've been practicing for years, you've made it to the finals. Now? You were the Wayne that was captured holding a #1 trophy with a headline titled 'Generational Wealth and Talent: Wayne Wins Tournament.
CAN I PWEAS have headcannons for Giovanni (as an older bro figure if possible) coming to reader's sports game?? supporting em n stuff ?? id cry of joy
Oh LORDY buckle up
BigBro!Giovanni and Sporty!Reader
Giovanni would rob the vendors for your team’s merch and sit as close to the front of the game as possible so everyone on your team can see him
And before you think “I mean, at least no one knows he’s here for me,” WRONG. He’d make an artsy poster board with your team colors in glitter and foam letters that spell out “KICK THEIR ASS Y/N”
Before the game starts, Giovanni would come up to you and hand you some sugary pre-game snacks for good luck. When you ask where he got these from, he just says “Oh I just got them from where all the other food is sold, they were just standing outside on a stand so SOMEBODY had to eat them.” You tell him that that’s considered stealing,, Giovanni responds with “I mean, *snorts* yeah” and you leave it at that
Pretty soon your coach walks into the room, sees Giovanni and raises their voice to shout “EXCUSE ME sir, if you’re not a player I’m going to have to ask you to leave” Giovanni laughs at them and goes “PSH yeah, okay” but the look of your coach intimidates him so he ends up speed walking out of the room, as you and your teammates prepare for the upcoming game
During the game, whenever you or one of your teammates scores, Giovanni claps and cheers with the rest of the families. Only, after all the noise has died down, he makes sure to yell “yeah, FUCK YOU” to the other team
It puts a smile on your and even a few of your teammates’ faces, but both team coaches and even the principal walk over to Giovanni and tell him that either he learns to support the school appropriately or he needs to leave
Giovanni rolls his eyes and says, “Fine,” though his attitude says “but I’m gonna be a big bitch about it,” and he gets up to leave. You’re a bit concerned but ultimately continue playing
As the coaches and principal see Giovanni walk to his moms car, they turn around and go back to the game. Once Giovanni sees that they’ve left, he grins sinisterly and stands outside to look at the game from behind the fence/nearest window. As his eyes avert between watching you play and checking his watch to see what time the game should be over (not so that he can go home, but so that he knows which team is closest to winning by the time the game IS over) he mutters under his breath “C’mon, c’mon c’mon, you can make it.”
Giovanni squints his eyes, and sees you make the final score. A whistle blows, and he’s not sure if your team won or not (in all honesty, he was a little too excited to be paying attention...) until he sees families wearing your school colors start to stand up and applaud
Giovanni RACES to get to where you are. You turn around and you’re just like, “Hey! We w-” and you’re quickly muffled by the fabric of your school’s shirt as Giovanni picks you up and spins you around. He puts you in a headlock, kisses the side of your head and as a treat for winning, he robs your favorite snacks from the nearest concenience store on the way home
