Wayne!Reader infodump/ideas since I have been reading a ton of batfam x Neglected!Wayne!reader. But I don't normally write so sorry for the mess!
Neglected!Wayne!reader who couldn't become a hero from insistence issues, like POTS and or AMPS- (I'm only saying POTS and AMPS because I have both along with other stuff) It's something they hate about themselves because training and therapy can't get rid of it, it's chronic. No matter how they try they won't be able to even try to gain attention by being a Robin. Neglected!Wayne!reader who is constantly covered in bruises from passing out or other things so Batfam don't feel comfortable taking them to Galas because it could make them look bad or put them in more danger.
Neglected!Wayne!Reader with messily cut hair because they cut it during a flare up before it made their migraines worse. Alfred who fixes Neglected!Wayne!reader hair in the kitchen while they eat cookies. Neglected!Wayne!Reader who needs mobility aids, but gets nervous about using them because the media gives them backlash for using a cane one day and a wheelchair the next. Neglected!Wayne!Reader who the Bats secretly love but worry about getting to close from how fragile Reader seems and worry about them getting targeted if the favor was known. Neglected!Wayne!Reader who crys themselves to sleep because it's the only time they feel safe to cry, when everyone else is asleep or gone. Neglected!Wayne!Reader with a quiet hatred for the Batfamily because they never felt good enough in their eyes. In a family of Geniuses, star athletes and models being Average makes you look stupid, weak and ugly. Neglected!Wayne!Reader who is very self conscious, who doesn't like standing next to their spectacular siblings because it makes them feel so stupid and ugly- they feel sick.
Neglected!Wayne!Reader who stopped trying to be seen as smart by their peers because their siblings would always outclass them and make them feel terrible. Neglected!Wayne!Reader who has dental issues from their anxiety and quiet hate- cheeks often raw, tongue often bleeding and teeth cracking from clenching their jaw.. Neglected!Wayne!Reader who bought themselves a baby's teething toy to try and help with it but can't use it in front of anyone without making them want to run.
If I do end up writing a story you can probably find it using the 'Neglected!Wayne!reader 😷💫' tag. But I don't promise I haven't wrote in a while and i am quite nervous.
okay, first of all YOUR BRAIN. I LOVE this pairing idea so much I might eventually come back to it to do a longer work but for now here is a short exploration of what their dynamic might be like…
(AU where Jo takes the Mark of Cain instead of Dean, 1K)
Read on AO3 or under the cut.
Don’t make us have to stop you.
The thought of Dean’s words, shouted at her as she turned and walked away from them, still makes her laugh.
Stop her. Stop her. As if they could.
When she took the Mark, she had been so desperate to prove herself, prove she was a real hunter and that she could handle it. She had been so eager to show everyone (and herself) that she was capable enough to take on the Mark and wield the first blade and slay a Knight of Hell. Well, she took the Mark, she slew a Knight of Hell and the girl she was before now seems so far away.
Please, Jo, God locked the Darkness away for a reason Sam had tried to reason with her.
God’s a dick was all she had said and she felt in every single part of her that a truer sentence had never been uttered.
Since she took the Mark, she’s felt an uncontrollable urge to reach out to the force imprisoned on the other side. She can feel a small, faint taste of what has been locked away, some tiny fraction of it is running through her veins now. She can feel the resentment, the injustice of being tricked and trapped and her only desire now is to free it. Cain had warned her against taking the Mark—told her it would turn her violent beyond her nature. The violent urges were much easier to control than he had said they would be. She was always able to find some bloodthirsty monster to take her wrath out on. And if she was a little more brutal than she needed to be when she took out a nest of vamps or a stray shifter, who really cared? Certainly not any hunters and they were the only ones who even might have the capability to track her movements.
But this yearning…this is different. There is something on the other side reaching out to her. She can’t and won’t stop herself from reaching back.
The spell to break the curse of Cain is simpler than she thought it would be and in an explosion of black smoke, she finds herself losing consciousness or perhaps just lost in time. When the smoke clears, she feels as if she is not here or there but simply somewhere. Maybe everywhere.
There’s a figure standing in front of her who looks exactly like her. It's her body but it’s not her, this she knows for sure. The same symbol that had been branded on the inside of her forearm is on this other Jo’s clavicle but already Jo can tell it’s not the same. This Jo isn’t limited the way she was.
“Who are you?” she asks.
“You know who I am, you’re the one that freed me,” the other Jo says.
“Why do you look like me?”
I don’t have a human form yet, do you think I look like you?” this other Not-Jo tilts her head and Jo has the uncanny feeling that her reflection has moved without her moving.
“A bit,” Jo finally says.
“A bit,” the other Jo smiles as she repeats Jo’s words.
“Are you…what happens now?” Jo wanted nothing more than to release the power behind the Mark and now faced with it, she realizes she’s not sure what she truly expected to happen. She only knew that she could feel the pain and the torment and the raw power of the thing connected to her and she needed to open it into this world.
“We are the same, you and I,” the other figure reaches out and gently strokes her cheek. “We’ll be together again.”
“Why can’t we be together now?” Jo asks, faster than she can think the words.
The other being stares at her intently. “The way your world works…so strangely orderly. I am not bound to linear time the way you are.”
“Are you saying this is you…from the future?”
“I suppose you could say that,” the figure with her face shrugs.
“But you wouldn’t say that,” Jo says, wondering if this creature makes no sense or if maybe she hit her head too hard when the Mark exploded into mysterious black smoke.
“No,” the woman shakes her head. “Perhaps you will understand as we become one.”
“We’re going to…become one?” she stumbles through the question. She feels an intense need deep within herself to become one with the power she feels radiating off of the other Jo.
We are now and we will be and we always have been,” the other Jo may have her face but her voice is entirely different, low and seductive. “But I need…to see the world, this universe—in your time, I suppose.”
"See the world…what does that mean?”
“I will blanket the Earth, I will spread out amongst the cosmos, I will reach into every crevice of every universe and then I will return to you,” the other Jo says.
“That sounds like it will take a long time,” Jo tries to ignore the pain that shoots through her chest at the idea of being separated from the Darkness.
“Time, just another one of my brother’s creations. I can fold time itself, if I want to,” she takes Jo’s face in her hands. “You are the one that freed me. The singular one among my brother’s creations that betrayed him to help me. You will come to me, happily, and we will be more powerful than he could ever imagine.”
The figure softly brushes a strand of Jo’s hair back from her face and she closes her eyes, unnerved by the sight of a being that looks like her reaching out to her but wanting nothing more than to feel a touch of darkness.
Jo wakes up in her car in an empty field, holding on to the memory of a vision that promised she would soon be reunited with the power she had set free. With the Mark of Cain vanished from her arm, she feels different. She no longer feels preternaturally compelled to seek out the Darkness but she deeply wants to find her again, to be bound in the way that the dark figure had promised—fated to be tied together forever, in a chaotic harmony of primordial darkness and human soul.
