Batfam with reader who is obsessed with birds and works at an aviary? Not necessarily yandere or neglected reader but they just never knew and now they’re all questioning if they got into birds because their family is nicknamed bats and birds.
Reader admits not necessarily, they just had too much free time because they aren’t a vigilante and started looking into actual Robins and other birds. Now the whole family is visiting the aviary and donating whenever because they see how much reader loves the place. Cuz let’s be honest—an aviary in Gotham would probably be kind of sad or used for birds who can’t go back to the wild or need the high tech vet equipment.
The fact that there was an aviary in Gotham was strange enough, but this place was especially unique. It was a sanctuary for birds that couldn’t return to the wild or needed special care. In the midst of the city's chaos, it was a quiet place, filled with the sound of fluttering wings and soft chirps.
And this was where [Name] found themselves coming every day—eventually even volunteering.
The rest of the Batfamily had no idea. At least, not for a while. They assumed [Name] was just as busy as they were, running through the shadows, fighting crime. But the truth was, [Name] spent their free time with birds.
One day, Dick had been looking for fun anecdotes about the name "Robin" when he stumbled upon [Name]’s search history. Gotham’s bird species, interesting facts about old Robins, hunting techniques of raptors—the list went on. Then, one day, Tim spotted [Name] entering the aviary. Curious, he followed.
And he couldn’t believe what he saw.
[Name] was holding an injured hawk, their eyes shining with affection.
That day, everything changed.
First, Tim came by to check it out. Then Dick. Then Jason, just to see what all the fuss was about. Damian, already an animal lover, didn’t take long to join. Eventually, even Bruce found himself there.
And so, Gotham’s most dangerous family started making regular donations to an aviary.
Of course, [Name] understood that they probably felt some kind of connection because of their bird-themed codenames. But the truth was much simpler: [Name] just loved birds. It was an escape from Gotham’s noise, from the chaos, from the life of masks and fights.
Still, after seeing how much it meant to [Name], their family kept donating more and more.
Bruce framed it as a strategic investment. (“It’s important for Gotham’s ecosystem.”)
Jason just shrugged. “At least these winged creatures don’t scream at me.”
Dick declared, “This place is amazing!” and immediately started suggesting names for the birds.
Damian asked, “Can I bring Titus?”
And Tim? Tim was still suspicious about [Name]’s deep dive into bird research.
“Are you trying to tell us something?” he asked one day.
[Name] rolled their eyes while petting an owl. “I just have too much free time.”
But their family? Whether they meant to or not, they had become a part of [Name]’s world.
The family's visits to the aviary had become a tradition. At first, they were just curious—why was [Name] so attached to this place? But over time, each of them admitted that, in a strange way, it was soothing.
Of course, they experienced it in their own chaotic ways.
Dick always tried to talk to a parrot or a crow whenever he visited. One day, he winked at an injured sparrow and said, “Look, another orphan.” Jason muttered, “If I ever need to send a message to someone I want dead, I’ll do it with a raven.” Damian, while feeding a crippled hawk, had decided to name it “Death Talon.”
Bruce? He mostly stood in the background, made donations, and ensured everyone was happy.
But Tim… Tim was still suspicious.
“Okay,” he said one day, crossing his arms as he looked at [Name]. “Tell me the truth. Did you… get inspired by us?”
[Name] furrowed their brows while holding a pigeon. “Why would I do that?”
“Because!” Tim gestured broadly at the entire aviary. “Your whole life is about birds! Out of everything in Gotham, isn’t it weird that you ended up working in an aviary?”
[Name] thought for a moment.
Yes, maybe it was weird. But when they first visited, they had found solace in escaping Gotham’s cold and chaotic atmosphere. Here, in this warm space filled with the sound of fluttering wings, there was no crime. No gunfire. Just wounded creatures trying to heal.
Then, they smiled softly.
“Maybe I just haven’t gotten used to having free time without being an outlaw.”
Tim stared at them for a long moment. Then he sighed. “Alright. But I’m still suspicious.”
And so, the Bat Family remained Gotham’s most unusual benefactors. At some point, Bruce’s foundation even became an official sponsor of the aviary.
And in that way, [Name]’s world and their family—under wings—became a little more connected.
You knew this was a bad idea within the first five minutes.
But what could you do? Dick had insisted, "We can all help in some way!" Tim had said, "With our organizational skills, we can make this place more efficient." Jason had just shrugged and said, "Count me in, might be fun." And when Bruce said, "Contributing to the community is a good thing," you knew there was no escape.
And now, here you were. Having made the biggest mistake of your life.
You told Dick to just feed the pigeons. Simple task. But this was Dick. And nothing ever stayed simple with him.
"Alright, everyone, form a line!" he called out, throwing the feed into the air.
Because within a minute, dozens of pigeons swarmed.
At first, Dick was amused. Then, he realized they were flying straight at him.
"AH! OKAY! TOO MANY! TOO MANY!" he shouted, stumbling back. But it was too late. The pigeons had already landed on his shoulders, arms, and head.
Jason collapsed onto the ground, laughing. "We could leave you here as Alfred's new garden decoration."
Dick, panic all over his face, narrowed his eyes. "If you don’t help me, I’m dragging you into this."
Jason took a step back. "Fine, fine, enjoy yourself."
Meanwhile, one of the pigeons started pecking at Dick’s hair.
Jason – A Predator Problem
Jason had made a grave mistake by saying, "I can handle the birds of prey."
And now, a very intense-looking owl was challenging him.
"Look, buddy," Jason said, staring at the owl perched in front of him. "I’m just trying to feed you. Stop giving me that look."
The owl narrowed its eyes.
You took a deep breath. "Jason, please stop trying to establish dominance over an owl."
Jason sighed, realizing the owl was still glaring at him. "Forget this."
Just as he turned away, the owl spread its wings and launched itself directly at him.
And in that moment, Gotham’s deadliest assassin started running around, yelling, "AH! AH! GET OFF ME!"
Tim pulled out his phone. "This is definitely getting recorded."
With the owl now proudly perched on his head, Jason admitted defeat.
Tim – Smart Guy, Dumb Mistake
Tim’s job was simple: prepare the birds' medicine.
And Tim, naturally, turned it into a science experiment.
"If I optimize the dosage system, we can save time," he muttered, mixing a small batch into a bottle.
Medicine splattered everywhere.
And Tim, now covered in a greenish-blue liquid, slowly blinked.
Jason fell to the ground, laughing again. "And thus, Dr. Frankenstein continues to terrorize the aviary."
Tim opened his mouth, then closed it. Then, he lowered his head. "Maybe... I didn’t need to make everything more efficient."
You sighed. "YES, TIM. MAYBE YOU DIDN’T."
Damian – The Overly Serious Falcon Trainer
Damian took on the task of handling the falcons. This should have been the least chaotic.
Except he was staring at the birds way too seriously, silently trying to train them.
"We will work together," he declared, locking eyes with a small falcon. "You and I will be Gotham’s greatest duo."
Tim snorted. "Damian, that bird probably just wants food."
Damian lifted his chin proudly. "He has great potential."
Jason rolled his eyes. "I know a bird with great potential. Its name is KFC."
Damian shot him a death glare.
Jason shrugged. "What? Just a joke."
At that moment, the small falcon grabbed onto Damian’s cape with its beak.
And Damian lost his balance and fell.
Then Jason collapsed in laughter again.
Bruce – The Dark Knight vs. A Tiny Sparrow
And then, it was Bruce’s turn.
All he had to do was return a tiny, harmless sparrow to its cage.
Because the sparrow escaped.
And flew straight into Bruce’s collar.
And that’s how Gotham’s most terrifying man ended up wrestling with a tiny bird trying to get into his shirt.
"...This was not part of the plan," he said, stone-faced.
Jason wheezed. "BATMAN LOST TO A SPARROW!"
Tim was in tears. Dick was on the floor. Damian had buried his face in his hands, mortified.
You buried your head in your hands.
"...We are never doing this again."
But deep down, you had to admit—you kind of enjoyed the chaos.
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