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𝒞𝒽𝒶𝓅𝓉𝑒𝓇 𝒪𝓃𝑒: 𝒮𝒾𝓈𝓉𝑒𝓇'𝓈 𝒢𝓊𝒾𝓁𝓉

ʙʀɪᴇꜰ: If your father gave you an order, you should do it. If not, something bad will happen. ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ(ꜱ): N/A ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢ(ꜱ): N/A ᴀᴜᴛʜᴏʀ'ꜱ ɴᴏᴛᴇ: Hey, boo-thangs! If you want to be in the taglist, comment or dm me and I'll be sure to add you! Hope you enjoy!

By the time light shone into the cave, you were wide awake and getting ready. You wore an orange to green ombre feather top and green loincloth with roots that circled lowly around your hips. It didn't take long for your father, mother and Neteyam to rise from their slumber, moving quickly to freshen up and start the day. As you moved to the outside of the family's hut, your father followed you, quick to get ready for whatever duty he had. As you moved around, gathering your bow that was leaning against the hide of the tent and your arrows, you felt your father's gaze on you. Just from the intensity and weight of his eyes, you knew he wanted you to give him your undivided attention.

"Is there something you wish to speak of father?" You asked calmly before turning your head towards him. Your father stared at you in a long beat of silence before motioning for you, with his hand, to approach him. You frowned at the quiet command before standing from your spot and moved to stand beside your father, your eyes moving to stare at the entrance of the cave. For a long moment, your father didn't say anything before speaking up, "Your mother, Neteyam and I will be going on patrol... I want you to be with your siblings and try to keep them out of trouble." At your sides, your hand balled up tightly, one around air and the other around the body of your bow.

Turning your head slightly, you glanced up at your father, meeting his eyes that seemed to be filled with worry or some sort of fear. The sight of your father's expression made your tail snap behind you, signaling your mild irritation. "And if I can't keep them out of trouble?", you asked in a hypothetical tone. Your question made your father glare at you before looking away, "let's not think of that." That was all your father said before you heard Neteyam and your mother moved out of the hut, making your step away from your father, ear pulled back slightly, and head low. As your mother, Neytiri, walked past, you felt her hand rest onto your cheek, raising up your head slightly to meet your golden eyes.

"Sweet child, it is far too early to be down. What's the issue?", she asked. Her golden eyes were filled with a different kind of worry but quickly, you shook your head to dismiss both your mother's hand and worry. "Nothing... you should all be on your way..." That was all you said before walking back to the hut, bumping against Neteyam's shoulder before sitting down in a defensive position at the front of the hut. Your mother looked at you before turning her gaze to your father, giving him a questioning look, only for your father to shake his head in dismissal.

It didn't take long for them to leave. Though, as they rode their Ikrans out of the cave, you couldn't help but to pray to Eywa for their protection.

Once the light had shone brightly, Lo'ak, Kiri, Spider, and Tuk were already up and awake. You made sure they were fed and that they were dressed properly for the day. Once you were certain that they were ready for whatever adventure they'd have in mind, you moved to go tend to the Ikran. Though, before you got far, Tuk ran towards you with tears in her eyes, "Lo'ak doesn't want to take me with him! Both Kiri and Spider are going but, Lo'ak says I'm too much of a baby to go with them!" You stood there, listening to Tuk's cries, your hand moving to rest over her head before you glanced towards Lo'ak, who was sighing deeply.

"Go... tell him, I said you can go. He is your older brother so, he'll care for you. Kiri too." That was all you had to say before detaching yourself from Tuk, letting her run back to Lo'ak with a mocking laugh, and went back to do what you were meant to do. You had a feeling that you should go but, Lo'ak is old enough to handle any situation.

Or so, you hope.

After tending to the Ikrans, going to collect some materials for your grandmother, and playing with some of the clan's children, you were making your way to your grandmother's hut. You were tightly holding onto the basket full of herbs, roots, plants, and bark, until you heard Lo'ak's voice through the comms. You froze in front of your grandmother's hut, eyes widened by the seconds, leaving your grandmother confused. "Child, what's wrong?", Mo'at said as she stared at you, waiting for her materials.

"Devil Dog, this is Eagle Eye, over." Lo'ak started.

It didn't take long for your father to respond back through the comms. "Devil Dog. Send your traffic."

When it came to Lo'ak to say what he needed, there was a small pause before he spoke up. "I've got eyes on some guys--they look like avatars but, they're in full camo and carrying AR's. Six of them. Over."

"What's your pos', over?"

Again, there was a pause from Lo'ak's end before he said with hesitation, "we're, uh--at the old shack."

Father was quick to ask his next question, "who's we?"

"Uhm--me, Spider, Kiri and... Tuk."

Oh, you knew it. You should've gone with them and now, who knows what kind of trouble Lo'ak will get them. Quickly, you ran inside and placed the basket down, shocking your grandmother with your urgent movements. "Girl, what is--"

"It's Lo'ak and the rest."

That was all you said before running out of the hut and weaving through everyone around you, making your way to the ledge of the cave. You heard your grandmother yell for you to come back but, you ignored it and sharply you chirped for Kaym. With practice ease, you jumped off the edge before falling onto Kaym's back, quickly creating tsaheylu with him and riding out of the cave with a final chirp. You knew, you'd get an earful of your father but, that was the least of your worries.

Eventually, the sky darkened and rain started to pour from above, which was good, in some part. Almost silently, you landed far from the site when Lo'ak had said he was at, "tam tam, Kaym." You gently patted Kaym's head before moving down the tree branch you had landed on, eyes flickering around. As you moved around the forest, jumping over roots that prodded out of the ground and pushing larger leaves away from your view, you removed your bow from your body and ket your other hand near the arrows attached to your thigh. Once you neared the site where Lo'ak said, you finally heard the unfamiliar voices talking amongst each other, below a whisper.

Skillfully, you made your way up a tree that stood a bit away from the group but, close enough to attack. "Eagle Eye, Devil Dog, say your status, over?", you heard your father through the comms, only for it to be followed by silence. "Eagle Eye, how copy?", your father said in worry. Though, the silence didn't last long, "Jake Sully! You hear me, Corporal? I've got your kids! How you copy that?" The voice was mocking, almost as if it were hanging a toy over a kid's head as they cried for it.

"Who is this?" Your father said, slight confused but, wanting to confirm.

"It's your past catchin' up with you, son."

You weren't sure how long you waited in your spot, eyes flickering around you and back to your siblings. You weren't foolish enough to barge into a fight, especially alone but, your body begged to move. Though, it didn't take long to hear the familiar call that you grew up with.

Immediately, your ears shot up and twitched towards the sound, listening for it, and thankfully, the call was made again. Your mother was nearby. Out of instinct, identifying yourself for your siblings and parents, you chirped back to your mother before. From the corner of your eyes, body still pressed against the tree you were in, you could see how Lo'ak, Kiri, Tuk, and Spider looked around to find where you and your mother were at. Of course, you didn't take the first hit, it was your mother. First on to go down was the man holding Kiri, alerting everyone around them and shooting towards the area that the first arrow came from.

Taking your chance, see how chaos broke loose and their attention was at the opposite end, you placed an arrow at the nock point of the sting before pulling it back, elbow tilted upwards as you took an aim. You watched all Spider, Lo'ak, Tuk and Kiri bolt away but, Kiri got unlucky for a moment. One of the avatars grabbed Kiri but before the woman could have a good hold, you released your arrow.

SSHH-WHACK!!

The arrow lodged itself through the woman's throat before you lowered your bow and chirped in success. Quickly, you followed the rest of them, moving from tree to tree as you kept and oversight of Lo'ak and Tuk, making you wonder where Kiri and Spider ran off to. Eventually, both kids stopped once they were far away from the scene, making your sigh in quiet relief. After a moment, almost in sync, you, Neteyam and your father came through the foliage, scaring both Lo'ak and Tuk. Your father and Neteyam were shocked to see you, especially since you didn't speak through the comms and they might've missed hearing your prior chirps but, you ignored them.

Quickly, you moved to stand in front of Lo'ak and Tuk, dropping your bow onto the wet forest floor, and placed a hand on Lo'ak and Tuk. "You two... Thank Eywa that you're okay...", you whispered. Your normally glaring golden eyes were softened with relief and slight worry before you moved away and looked at your father and Neteyam. Finally, acknowledging their presence, you simply nodded at them before picking up your bow. Your father sighed at your behavior before looking at Lo'ak and Tuk, "anybody hurt? Tuk, you okay?" At your father's question, Tuk sniffs and nods, only to be motioned by father to continue running. It didn't take long for them to catch up with you guys, making you, instinctively, grab Tuk into your arms and bolted up into a tree, knowing well enough that your father, Neteyam, and Lo'ak could handle themselves but, you still ran over them from above.

By the time the chase was over, and your mother and Kiri were reunited to the group, you jumped down from the tree above and released the crying Tuk from your arms. Though, when you looked up and around the group, there was someone missing and as mother hugged Kiri and Tuk, Lo'ak asked an important question.

"Where's Spider?"

Not a second later, Kiri broke down into a sob, making you glance at her before looking away. Your father moved to hug Neteyam and Lo'ak, reassuring them before he moved to you, hand placing itself against the back of your head and pulling it close to his chest. Your father knew you, the way you stood and the way you avoided eye contact, he knew you felt guilty. "It's okay, baby girl... you've done nothing wrong, sweet girl." At the wors of your father, your lips quivered slightly and slowly, you turned your head to bury it into his chest, not wanting anyone to see the way tears formed in your eyes.

After much time, you all returned back to the camp, quieter. By the time you all got back, dinner was already shared amongst the clan but, your grandmother was kind enough to leave some for your family. Quickly, sensing that your father would have a serious talk, you led Neteyam, Lo'ak, Kiri, and Tuk to the family's hut to eat. Making sure they all started to eat, you stepped out of the tent, your own food in hand, and closed the tent's flap, securing them inside. You might've not been the eldest but, you had that instinct to protect them all from whatever conversation father might have. As you ate quietly, you heard father warn grandmother about the Sky People before turning to talk to mother, only for the discussion to flare up.

ᴅɪᴠɪᴅᴇʀ: (I made it.) ᴛᴀɢʟɪꜱᴛ: ᴘʀᴇᴠɪᴏᴜꜱʟʏ ᴄᴏɴᴛɪɴᴜᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ᴅᴀᴛᴇ: 07/05/2026 ᴇᴅɪᴛᴇᴅ: N/A

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𝒫𝓇𝑜𝓁𝑜𝑔𝓊𝑒: 𝐼𝓃𝓉𝓇𝑜𝒹𝓊𝒸𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃𝓈

ʙʀɪᴇꜰ: Your journey as Jake Sully's daughter and a huntress of the Omatikaya Clan starts here... ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ(ꜱ): N/A ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢ(ꜱ): N/A ᴀᴜᴛʜᴏʀ'ꜱ ɴᴏᴛᴇ: Hey, boo-thangs! Before you ask, yes this is the reason why I've been slow to post. It has been in my mind so, I'll be starting this up, alongside the BatFam series. If you want to be in the taglist, comment or dm me and I'll be sure to add you! Hope you enjoy!

Your father was formally known as Toruk Makto, but that name didn't last long after the war with the sky people. Then, he became Olo'eyktan of the Omatikaya. Father was always looked up on, by the people and other clans that neighbored ours. Tales say that he led thousands, lost thousands but, he gained those thousands back. At least, that's what your grandmother says. In your eyes, all you see was a Na'vi father protecting his family but, his way is far too harsh and heavy-handed.

Neteyam, the first born and the heir of the Omatikaya. Much to many eyes, he was the golden boy and the most prized. He was the first child to our father and mother; he was also the first son.

Following behind Neteyam's birth, you. To your grandmother's eyes and to your father's eyes, you were much like your mother, Neytiri. You held the burning fire of a huntress, the same will your mother held when she killed. Though, it wasn't something you can turn off. Every moment, your eyes are burning with a glare, fingers twitching to grasp, thin tail snapping behind you, steps that made everything around you freeze from its assertiveness and a tongue that stabbed like a knife.

Then, there was Kiri. She was gentle and warm-hearted, always following grandmother when she left to heal any injured or wounded warriors. From a young age and a far distance, you'd watch her. You never wanted Kiri to be tainted so, naturally, you started to follow Kiri. You'd hiss or growl at anyone who'd approach but, eventually, you had to stop acting protective.

Unlike Kiri or Neteyam, there was Lo'ak. He was a complete skxawng. Eywa only knows how many times you've had to apologies on his behalf and how many times you've cursed his name. Though, you loved him, much to your dismay. There wasn't much to say about him but, he is a good brother--to a certain degree.

Up ahead, there was Spider. You never were fond of his presence but, you tolerated it. You always made it your duty to include him to whatever the family was doing, even if your mother disliked it. You could agree, he was a human boy and needed to be with his people but, he was simply infatuated with the world. So, who were you to stop him?

Lastly, saving the best for last, Tuktirey--or just Tuk. She was a blessing and utterly adorable. Much like your mother, you made sure Tuk was always taken care of. Whenever Tuk was hurt or crying, you'd be the first one demanding answers from your siblings, wondering what could've made the sweet girl feel upset. Seeing how you always gave in to her, Tuk grew close to you but, she had her moments where she was with either Kiri or your mother.

We were all children, once.

Now, we fight to protect the people and our kelku.

You followed into the cave, right behind Neteyam's and Lo'ak's Ikrans. Quietly, you huffed against Kaym, letting the orange and yellow Ikran relax at the ledge before slipping off his back and unlinking the tsaheylu. "Fall in", was all that father said when we got back to the cave, making you glare at Neteyam and Lo'ak before moving closer into the awkward circle. "You're supposed to be spotter! You spot bogeys, you call them in--from a distance! I finally let you two geniuses fly a mission--and you disobey direct order!" As father yelled at both boys, you averted your eyes, staring at a blank spot in the cave. Though, of course, we weren't free from whatever hell father was raining upon your brothers.

"You! Where were you? Did you not see your brothers going down to the site?", your father said angrily, making you look at him with your normally glaring eyes. Momentarily, you remained quiet, hearing your mother, from behind, whisper your name in warning. Though, you didn't care to hold your tongue, "I'm a spotter, father. I spot for bogeys, not for these two. Besides, I don't remember you telling me to be these two skxawngs bodyguard." That was all you said before leaving the semi-circle, tail snapping behind you as you made your way to your grandmother. It was more useful to help with the wounded than talking with your father and siblings.

From behind, at a distance, you felt your father's eyes follow you before hearing him sigh. It was like dealing with Neytiri, all over again, when it came to you two. Your father's and Neteyam's discussion could be heard from the healer's hut, your mother telling Kiri and Tuk to follow you, and the sound of warriors being brought to the hut. It was all overwhelming.

After what felt like an eternity, the last of the warriors were taken care of--leaving Neteyam in the hands of both your grandmother and Kiri. Lo'ak hovered behind Neteyam, worry obvious in his eyes, Tuk helped Kiri grind the paste, Spider watched while being seated in front of Neteyam, and you sat near the entrance of the tent, golden eyes glaring at everything and everyone who walked by. "Bro, it could've been a lot worse", you heard from Spider, making you glance at him before looking away. Spider's words were true but, it didn't mean that seeing Neteyam injured was good.

"I would use yalna bark", Kiri started.

Your grandmother, Mo'at, didn't look up from Neteyam's wound. "Oh, you would? And who is Tsahik?"

As your grandmother questioned Kiri, Kiri moved to be beside her before responding back. " You ar-- move! You are, grandmother. But yalna bark is better. It stings less."

Your grandmother helped Kiri place the paste onto Neteyam's wounds, making him yelp and making Lo'ak smirk. "The mighty warrior", he said teasingly, making Neteyam shrug off the hand Lo'ak placed on his shoulder. From the entrance, you shook your head at what you heard before your eyes fell onto your mother and father, watching them speak. Whilst you couldn't hear what they were saying, the way father looked at mother made you understand.

He was scared.

Just by seeing the look on your father's face, it made your gut twist before you stood up and moved a step further into the hut, tugging the flap of the hut close. Turning around, you looked at your family, watching them fuss over Neteyam before sitting back down, eyes glaring at the way the bandages were being wrapped around your brother. You felt your grandmother's gaze on you, making you meet her eyes.

"Why did you close the-"

"To keep the warmth in, grandmother. The sun has settled and the frost air will make them sick... I wouldn't want the Tsahik to work more than what she already has."

You answer was straightforward but, your grandmother knew it was far from the truth. Though, despite wanting to have you answer her questions, she did not push further.

ᴅɪᴠɪᴅᴇʀ: (I made it.) ᴛᴀɢʟɪꜱᴛ: ᴘʀᴇᴠɪᴏᴜꜱʟʏ ᴄᴏɴᴛɪɴᴜᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ᴅᴀᴛᴇ: 07/04/2026 ᴇᴅɪᴛᴇᴅ: N/A

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𝖲𝖾𝖺𝗌𝗈𝗇 𝖳𝗐𝗈 - 𝖢𝖧𝖠𝖯𝖳𝖤𝖱 𝖮𝖭𝖤 (𝖯𝖺𝗋𝗍 𝖳𝗐𝗈): 𝖯𝗋𝗈𝗍𝖾𝖼𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇

𝕭𝖗𝖎𝖊𝖋 : Being a father requires two things, being able to deal with issues and being able to protect. 𝕻𝖆𝖎𝖗𝖎𝖓𝖌𝖘 : Platonic! Batfamily x Eldest-Sib!Reader 𝖂𝖆𝖗𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖌𝖘 : None. 𝕬𝖚𝖙𝖍𝖔𝖗'𝖘 𝕹𝖔𝖙𝖊 : If you want to be in the taglist, comment on the post, request or dm me.✨NEWAYS✨ Hope you all enjoy

When morning came around, the manor was in complete chaos. Even before breakfast was shared together, Alexander, Jackson, Chelsea, and Adaline were running around with newfound energy. Chelsea and Adaline mostly clung onto Cassandra, telling her all about the many dolls they had gained over the years and the many dresses they got for when they played dress-up. Then, there was Jackson who was with Dick, being carried everywhere while listening to Dick's stories that sounded utterly made up but, you didn't comment about it. Alexander on the other hand, he followed behind Tim, asking questions about whatever he was doing or what was on his tablet. Lastly, Jayce remained in Bruce's arms, the babe's head laying lazily on the man's shoulder and pacifier stuck between Jayce's pouty lips.

Truth be told, you were glad that you ended up making plans to come visit Bruce because it meant that you would be able to give Harper your full attention and tend to her needs. Which is why you found yourself in the bedroom, kneeling in front of Harper, hands working on one of the straps of her sandals. "I could've done it myself, honey", Harper said, green eyes on your faces, admiring the concentrated look.

"You said the same thing when you were five months pregnant with Jayce, woman. Besides, I know how uncomfortable it is for you to bend down", you retorted back before pulling your hands away. Harper's foot met the floor before she pushed herself up to stand, walking around your kneeling form to stand in front of the full body mirror at the corner of your room. She stood in front of the mirror wearing a white maxi dress and brown button-up sweater, hair pulled up in a ponytail, and skin flawless. Pregnancy for Harper did wonders, leaving her skin brighter than her past two pregnancies and making her body softer afterwards.

You stood up from your prior position, smoothing out the wrinkles on your white shirt, brown jacket, and white pants. It was Harper's idea to match and you, being her spouse, you agreed. Once you both were ready, you made your way down to the dining room and together, with the rest of the family, ate breakfast. After the very chaotic breakfast, Dick and Jason continuing last night's conversation, Alexander and Jackson competing over who can eat faster, and the other conversations around the dining room, you managed to get bribe some of them to go on a walk.

Bruce couldn't attend, much to his dismay, because he had a few things to "take care" of or whatever that meant.

Then, there was Tim who said he had some meetings to attend at Wayne Enterprise.

Lastly, Jason. You were honestly confused of what he said before leaving the manor but, you didn't question the man.

That left you, Harper, the kids, Cassaandra and Damian to go with you. Though, you did ask Cassandra to call Duke and Stephanie, reaching out the invitation for them to join.

The walk to the park was short and mostly quiet. Other than the squeals from Chelsea and Adaliine, who were in the stroller that was being pushed by Harper, the excited shouts and fast steps of Alexander and Jackson, who were walking ahead, and the quiet babbles of Jayce, who was in your arms, it was peaceful. Once you arrived at the park, you settled Jayce down on the woodchips, much to his dismay, and helped Harper to take out the girls from the stroller before letting them follow Alexander and Jackson. Eventually, Stephanie and Duke appeared, making their way towards you.

"Hey! You're back!" You heard, making you look over to Stephanie as she sped her way towards you, wide smile on her face.

You never understood how she could manage to smile so widely but, you never asked. "Small visit", you said before looking down at the whimpering Jayce that clung to your pant-leg. All it took was a moment of staring at the baby's green eyes before you're bending down to pick up the boy. Once again, you turned to look at Stephanie before your eyes drifted over to Duke, corner of your lips tilting up slightly. As your attention was on Duke, Stephanie took Jayce out of your arms and started to coo at him, trying to get a reaction or sound from the quiet baby. As Duke approached, he lifted a hand up before saying, "seems like the family is growing", he teased. You shrugged before thrusting your thumb towards Harper, who was following the other kids with Cassandra following behind. "Another one on the way", you said casually.

Duke laughed lightly before stopping in front of you, only for you to pull the boy into a hug, patting his back. After the short hug, you spoke with Duke for a moment, laughing and listening to whatever has happened to him over the past few years. The much-needed talk was nice to have with Duke, glad to hear of his recent achievements in college, that was until Alexander noticed Duke's presence. "Uncle Duke!! Play with us! We are playing tag", Alexander shouted with wide smile on his face, cheeks flushed from exertion. You smiled at Duke before stepping away, letting the male go play with the boys, moving towards one of the unoccupied benches. It didn't take long for the park to get filled with kids and other parents coming to talk with others. From afar, your eyes still managed to catch all of your kids, despite the blur of kids running around and, in addition, your eyes kept going back to where Harper stood with other mothers.

As your eyes moved through park, arms crossed over your chest and body leaning back against the bench, you almost didn't notice Damian sitting beside you. Only for a moment, your eyes glanced over to Damian before looking back over to the kids, watching them play with the other kids. "Where did you go roaming off to?", you asked with that parent-tone that you didn't mean for it to slip. Damian shifted slightly beside you, seemingly uncomfortable for some odd reason, "how did father react to you not wanting to be part of-? You know..."

The sudden question caught you off guard slightly, not expecting for it to be a conversation to be talked about openly.

"Why the sudden interest?" You asked while readjusting your posture.

"Just answer the question." Damian's voice sounded strained.

You sighed quietly before speaking up with a lowered voice, "truthfully, he didn't have a reaction. The reason why... is because he never asked me outright to be part of it... I told him, after seeing Dick injuries and pain, to never ask me."

Damian was quiet, listening to your words which made you uncross your arms and lean forward, elbows leaning against your knees. "Now, are you going to answer my previous question? Why?" You didn't have the intention to push but, you wanted to know at least a part of Damian's sudden curiosity. "... it was nothing... though, do you think you can teach me some military combat styles?" At the question, you knew it was a topic change, making you laugh slightly at Damian's avoidance.

"Sure, whatever you want, kid."

"I've told you before... I'm not kid."

"Right, apologies... child."

"Tt."

After the small conversation, you stayed an hour longer at the park, eyes still darting around. By the time you left with your family, including Damian, Duke, Cassandra and Stephanie, you decided to take them to a nearby ice-cream shop. As you walked, pushing the stroller with both a sleeping Chelsea and sleeping Adaline, you watched Harper hold Alexander's and Jackson's hands. The teens and young adults followed behind you, talking amongst each other but still paying attention to where you were going.

Up ahead, you watched Jackson release Harper's right hand, running ahead out of excitement. Reacting quickly, Harper shouted for Jackson, worry coloring her voice. "Jackson! Come back!" "I want ice cream, mama!", he exclaimed, looking behind his shoulder just as he was about to turn the corner. Though, just when he turned the corner, he crashed into a large leg, making him fall back. Harper gasped, releasing Alexander's, before rushing towards Jackson, leaning down to ask the boy id he was fine. After making sure that Jackson was okay, Harper looked up at the man, eyes slightly wide in surprise, "I'm sorry for my son. It was an accident." Jackson quietly whimpered beside Harper, eyes glistening with tears as he looked up at the man, only for a moment then, looking back down in guilty. You, on the other hand, you drew closer, Alexander now holding the stroller.

Momentarily, you glanced down at Jackson, watching Harper help the little boy up before your eyes looked at the man. The man was silent yet, had a glare that you knew was filled of irritation. "The runt is yours?", the man asked, voice low and with a hint of anger. "Yeah, the kid is mine. We said sorry and you walk around us, now", you said, giving the man an equal irritated glare and tone. Harper hurried Jackson back to the stroller, her eyes flickering towards you before walking behind you with worry. The man glanced back to where Harper and the kids were, making you notice and shift your position, moving to block the man's line of sight. "Your wife, I'm guessing, apologized... not the kid", the man said, eyes flickering back to Jackson who was crying against Harper's leg while apologizing.

"He isn't one to talk to strangers--", you defended before being cut off by the man. "Make him apologize, then. He is a man, is he not?" The man's question was almost challenging, making your eye twitch in anger before stepping closer, chests almost touching. You were trying hard to keep your calm yet, your eyes said otherwise, as if you were glaring at a rookie soldier who made a deadly mistake. "My wife apologized already and whether you take it or not, isn't my problem... Harper, and the rest of you, keep walking ahead.."

At your words alone, Harper quietly told Alexander and Jackson to hold onto the stroller before walking around you and the man, head low, as if trying to hide her existence. Duke, Damian, Cassandra and Stephanie did the same, walking around you but, they did throw glances at the man, obvious distaste in their eyes. Once they all turned the corner, Jackson looked up at Harper before quietly asking, "is papa coming, mama?" His quiet and guilt-filled voice caught Harper's attention, making her look at her child before smiling at Jackson. "Yes, dear... just keep walking", was all Harper said until grunting sounds came from around the corner. Alexander looked over his shoulder, wondering what was happening, only for Harper to use her hand to turn Alexander's head. On the other hand, Duke and Stephanie glanced at each other, wanting to know what was happening too but not daring to look back to see. Damian and Cassandra simply ignored it, telling themselves it was just any other Gotham noise.

Eventually, they were in the ice-cream shop, ordering their own ice-cream and treats before settling at a booth, quietly enjoying everyone's presence. Yet, there was one mutual feeling and thought:

Are you okay?

After twenty minutes the ice-cream shop's door opened and the bell overhead rang with a jingle, making everyone at the booth look up. Your eyes looked around the shop, glancing at everyone and eyes meeting with some customers and workers, before your eyes landed at the booth everyone else was at. Immediately, almost like a child, your eyes lit up before making your way to them, hands in your pockets and your clothes remained the same. Despite your looks, Harper's eyes remained on your form, watching as you settled down on the seat beside her, letting you kiss her cheek in what seemed to be an apology.

A sense of calm and peace came over Alexander and Jackson, both moving closer to you and sharing their own ice-creams with you, pushing their cones to your lips to sample the flavors they had chosen. Duke, Stephanie and Cassandra seemed at ease, seeing that you were still alive--not they thought you'd die for whatever reason. Though, there was Damian who stared at you with furrowed eyes, trying to figure out what had happened back there.

Then, there was Harper. You loved the woman to bits and pieces but, if there was one thing you didn't like, it was the way she knew you. Inside and out. Slowly, Harper reached under the table, soft hand grabbing your wrist before pulling it out of your pocket. Harper's eyes glanced down, only to see streaks and smears of blood on your knuckles, before looking at your face. You knew that she was staring at you, almost as if she was scolding you but, all you did, was squeeze her hand. There was a silent conversation between you, despite not meeting each other's gaze.

We are having a long talk.

Not now, woman.

Slowly, almost hesitantly, you glanced at Harper from the corner of your eyes, meeting her green eyes momentarily before looking away. You loved the woman and loved the way her usually soft green eyes glared at you, making your lips twitch up in a smirk.

𝔇𝔦𝔳𝔦𝔡𝔢𝔯𝔰 : From Pinterest 𝔗𝔞𝔤𝔩𝔦𝔰𝔱 : @minty251bear @majoringinfanfiction @starrydustedwinter @valinat @takahasiren @maaaahhhiii @andraax2 @st4rrypremium @sunnyboysignal

𝓟𝓡𝓔𝓥𝓘𝓞𝓤𝓢𝓛𝓨 𝓒𝓞𝓝𝓣𝓘𝓝𝓤𝓐𝓣𝓘𝓞𝓝

𝓓𝓐𝓣𝓔 : 07/04/2026

𝓔𝓓𝓘𝓣𝓔𝓓 : N/A

[uhyuhh]

𝖲𝖾𝖺𝗌𝗈𝗇 𝖳𝗐𝗈 - 𝖢𝖧𝖠𝖯𝖳𝖤𝖱 𝖮𝖭𝖤 (𝖯𝖠𝖱𝖳 𝖮𝖭𝖤): 𝖰𝗎𝗂𝖾𝗍 𝖠𝗋𝗋𝗂𝗏𝖺𝗅

𝕭𝖗𝖎𝖊𝖋 : (On the next part). 𝕻𝖆𝖎𝖗𝖎𝖓𝖌𝖘 : Platonic! Batfamily x Eldest-Sib!Reader 𝖂𝖆𝖗𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖌𝖘 : None. 𝕬𝖚𝖙𝖍𝖔𝖗'𝖘 𝕹𝖔𝖙𝖊 : If you want to be in the taglist, comment on the post, request or dm me.✨NEWAYS✨ Hope you all enjoy

The drive to Gotham was long but, peaceful. Luckily, for you, before Harper had gotten pregnant the first time around, you managed to get over your fear of cars and learned how to drive. If there was a reward for being an insanely safe driver, you'd win it. Seriously, you always made sure to never go over a speed limit, and you never had a moment of road-rage. Heck, Harper was certain that the steering wheel had molded to your grip.

Though, that was beside the point.

You were in the driver's seat, passenger seat full of baby supplies for Chelsea and Adaline, ready-to-make bottles for Jayce and toys for Jackson and Alexander to play with. The drive was a bit over a day-long, occasionally stopping at gas-stations to uses the restroom, stopping by small towns to have a small walk at parks or to simply stretch legs at random parking lots. Thankfully, the kids were pretty much calm, never really crying out or getting at the end of Harper's wits. Though, you were certain that Harper wanted to be in the front with you but, with two two-years-old girls and a one-year-old boy, she had to be in the back to attend the kids needs.

By the time you arrived at the manor, it was late-at-night. You knew that entering wasn't going to be an issue, especially since Alfred and Bruce knew of your late-night arrival.

Putting the car in the driveway and turning it off, you looked into the rearview mirror and stared at the sleeping family in the back. In the far backseat, it was Alexander on the far-left booster seat, Chelsea in the middle car seat, and Jackson on the far-right booster seat--heads lolled off in different directions. Then, it was the middle row with Harper in the middle, head rested to the side, Jayce's car seat on the right side and Adaline's car seat on the left side.

Seeing them all sleep made your lips curl up slightly, eyes softening at the sight before you quietly unbuckled your seatbelt. Slowly, you opened your side of the door before stepping out onto the gravel driveway, quietly closing the driver's door behind you and stepping to Adaline's door side, gently pulling on the car's door to open. Slowly and carefully, not wanting to disturb any of the kids, or Harper's, sleep, you quietly unbuckled Adaline from her car seat and pulled her out of the car. With Adaline in your arms, you closed the car door, gently, grabbed your spare key and, one-by-one, you started to take everyone inside the manor.

You knew Bruce wasn't home, since it was only one 'o clock and probably out on patrol. You, also, weren't surprised to see Alfred awake and willing to help bring all the kids inside but, you refused the offer. Every time you walked into the manor, with a new kid in your arms, you took them up to the room across from your old bedroom, settling Adaline and Chelsea in a single twin bed and Alexander and Jackson on another. Then, you managed to bring Jayce in by his car seat while helping a drowsy Harper into the manor, arms tightly around either. When you entered your bedroom, after making sure the kids' room door was left open, you gentle settled Jayce's car seat on the floor before guiding Harper to the bed.

"Alright, woman... there you go...", you muttered as you started to adjust the pillows around her back for support and placing a pillow between her legs to relieve Harper's hips.

Just when Harper settled comfortably into the bed, quickly slipping back to her deep sleep as you sat at the edge of the bed, you heard a whimper from Jayce. The corner of your lips twitched slightly, knowing immediately that Jayce was woken up from hunger. After planting a soft kiss on Harper's forehead and swollen belly, you stood up and moved to where you had left the car seat. With a groan, you crouched down and pushed back the car seat's shader and was immediately met with those green eyes that you fell in love with. Once again, Jayce whimpered and started to squirm in the car seat, making you huff out a small laugh.

Gently, you reached out and started to unbuckled Jayce, eyes softening as the babe's hands grabbed your sleeve. "Come on, little guy... we'll let mama sleep and I'll make you a bottle, yeah?" Your voice was quiet, barely above a whisper as you talked to Jayce, despite knowing that he barely understood you. With Jayce in your arms, his green-doe eyes watery, hands gripping onto your shirt and whimper falling from his pouty lips, you quietly walked out of the bedroom to go back downstairs. As you started to descend the main stairs, you noticed all the kids, Harper's, and your suitcase in the lobby, making you look at Alfred as he closes the front door behind him.

You frowned slightly, knowing that it'd be an extra load for him to deal with, until you left back home with your family. "Alfred, you didn't have to do that", you said quietly. Despite the quiet level of your voice, it still echoed in the spacious lobby as you landed on the last step of the stairs. Alfred chuckled while shaking his head, "it is all fine, Master. Besides, you have five kids to deal with and Harper. It wasn't a hassle." You stared at Alfred, momentarily, before humming quietly in acknowledgement and made your way to the baby bag on Harper's suitcase. With one hand, you started to gather a baby bottle, bib, water bottle and baby formula, before walking off to the living room.

Once in the living room, you settled down on the couch and gently place Jayce down on the floor. Here's the thing, Jayce knows how to walk but, due to being attached to you, he refuses to walk in your presence and simply sits on the floor--waiting to be picked up again. Quickly, you made Jayce's bottle before picking up the babe again, leaving the water bottle and formula on the coffee table. You placed the bib around Jayce's neck before gently pressing the nipple of the bottle against his lips, only for him to latch on immediately. As Jayce nursed on the bottle, you leaned back against the couch and with your free hand, you grabbed the television's remote, turning it on and flipping to a random channel.

While you weren't a big fan of television, you kept the volume up for Jayce. For all, Chelsea, Adaline, and Jayce, you trained them to sleep through loud noises since they were newborns. You did it through talking loudly, putting the television up, making food in the kitchen and cluttering around pots and pans, and finally, the one Harper hated the most, your snores. Seriously, even if a gun were to be shot, all the kids would still be sleeping soundlessly but, it was a con.

It only meant that they were all unaware of their surroundings.

You sighed quietly before looking back down to Jayce, only to see his eyes fluttering close, fallen into his own sleep. As the television buzzed in the background, you remained alert, despite having your eyes glued on Jayce. From above, you could hear the air-conditioner turn-on through the vents, you could hear Alfred shuffling around his room the was right above the living room's right-hand corner, and you heard the muffled sounds of footsteps coming up from the bat-cave's secret entrance. From the lobby, coming from under the main staircase, you listened to the whispered conversation and the quiet groans.

With Jayce in your arms, you pushed yourself up from the couch, groaning at the movement, before walking out of the living room and looked towards where the sounds were coming from.

Bruce.

Damian.

Dick.

Jason.

And Tim.

"How was patrol?"

That was all you had to say to get eyes turning towards you. You didn't bother with a greeting since, you still had a place in the manor but also, it was too late at night for pleasantries. From Dick's wide eyes, Jason's stiffened body, Tim's unblinking eyes, and Damian's deepened frown, you knew Bruce didn't warn them of your arrival. You huffed quietly, amused by the reactions before looking at Bruce, adjusting the hold of the sleeping Jayce in your arms and the held-up bottle. Bruce's eyes met yours, only momentarily, before looking down to his grandson, eyes softening slightly and taking a small step towards you.

"It was... normal...", Bruce muttered. Dick from behind rolled his eyes before whispering between Tim and Jason, "yeah, getting your head almost cut off is normal..." Damian heard Dick's comment and simply rolled his eyes, finding the older male childish but, Damian's eyes eventually shifted back to your form. Bruce had moved closer, taking Jayce out of your arms and left the area, moving to go upstairs to his study with the one-year-old babe. You didn't comment, letting Bruce do what he wanted since, it wasn't often that you came around with the kids.

Damian narrowed his eyes at you, stepping towards you before saying, "how come you didn't say anything of your arrival?" The sudden question got Dick's and Jason's attention while Tim, he was too tired to stay for the chat so, he went up to his own room to get some "rest" or whatever it was that he did to relax.

At Damian, you simply shrugged your shoulders before crossing your arms over your chest. "Now, since when did I have to give anyone, other than my wife, and update of where I am going?" Your response didn't satisfy Damian but, before he could press further, you stepped towards him and ruffled the twelve-years-old boy's hair, lips slightly twitching up to a smirk. After the small teasing action, you removed your hand from Damian's hair, laughing slightly at his grumbling and his haste to fix his hair before looking over to the older males.

"Looks like you both got your asses handed to, huh?" You teased both Dick and Jason, only to get a quiet groan from either male. Both males' shoulders slumped, as if they finally accepted their exhaustion and defeat. Jason was the first to speak up, "had it not been Dick's fault for slipping and screwing up the plan, we wouldn't have come back so injured." At Jason's accusation, Dick shot Jason a glare, dark circles obvious under his now exposed eyes, domino mask in his hand. "Oh, so it's my fault? Should I remind you of who fucking shot fire and drew attention?"

As Jason and Dick started to bicker, you and Damian simply stood off to the side, watching the dispute happen before your eyes. Eventually, seeing how Damian was tiredly shifting beside you, you reached over and gently patted the pre-teen's back, eyes never looking away from the rolling dispute. "Go get some rest, kid." That was all you said and wordlessly, Damain quietly obeyed and his tired feet started to move to the stair and up to his bedroom.

Leaving you, Dick and Jason in the lobby, but mostly you watching Dick and Jason argue about what had happened. After a good moment, you sighed and simply said, "alright, that's enough. You two bicker like children and it's annoying. You can continue your dispute after getting some sleep." You were glad that was enough to break the argument but, it didn't stop the bumping or pushing between Dick and Jason as they went up the stairs, only for them to push against each other too hard and lose balance. From below, you watched both males roll down the stairs and end up laying awkwardly on the lobby floor, making you huff.

"... Losers."

After your "much needed" comment, you ascended the stairs, mentally debating of whether or not you should go get Jayce, before deciding to head straight to your bedroom where Harper was. You trusted Bruce enough with Jayce, knowing the man would probably kill someone, if they dare try to get the baby away from him.

Once back in your bedroom, closing the door behind you, but leaving it unlocked, you immediately removed your shoes, shirt, and jeans before sliding under the covers and spooning Harper from behind. Feeling your arms wrap around her midriff and pulling her back to your warm body, Harper groaned quietly. "... the kids?...", Harper questioned, words barely forming a full sentence. "Alexander, Jackson, Chelsea, and Adaline are sleeping in the other room... Jayce is with Bruce... they're fine... just sleep, sweet stuff..." The low timber of your voice was enough to settle Harper down again, making her drift to sleep as your hands rested over her five-month pregnancy belly.

𝔇𝔦𝔳𝔦𝔡𝔢𝔯𝔰 : From Pinterest 𝔗𝔞𝔤𝔩𝔦𝔰𝔱 : @minty251bear @majoringinfanfiction @starrydustedwinter @valinat @takahasiren @maaaahhhiii @andraax2 @st4rrypremium @sunnyboysignal

𝓟𝓡𝓔𝓥𝓘𝓞𝓤𝓢𝓛𝓨 𝓒𝓞𝓝𝓣𝓘𝓝𝓤𝓐𝓣𝓘𝓞𝓝

𝓓𝓐𝓣𝓔 : 07/01/2026

𝓔𝓓𝓘𝓣𝓔𝓓 : N/A

[uhyuhh]

Hey, boo-thangs! How have you all been?🥰

Okay, first thing first… yes, I’ll post tonight. Don’t worry😭😭

Second thing, which is random… if I were to get a realm, on Minecraft, who’d want to join?

If you wanna join, comment and I’ll dm you about it and I’ll make sure to make a discord server, if you wanna chat with everyone and yeah.😬

Just a thought though.

Love you all😘💚

[uhyuhh]

Good morning/Good afternoon/Good evening, boo-thangs!🥰

I know I haven’t posted this entire past week but—

Drumroll, please!!!

🥁🥁🥁🥁

I have an entire week of holiday break!! So, I’ll probably be posting twice a day, again. The only reason why I haven’t been able to do so, is because my 9 to 5 became a 9 to 7😭😬

✨NEWAYS✨

Hope you guys have a wonderful day/night😘❤️

[uhyuhh]

𝖲𝖾𝖺𝗌𝗈𝗇 𝖳𝗐𝗈 - 𝖯𝗋𝗈𝗅𝗈𝗀𝗎𝖾

𝕭𝖗𝖎𝖊𝖋 : Maybe, you took after Bruce. 𝕻𝖆𝖎𝖗𝖎𝖓𝖌𝖘 : Platonic! Batfamily x Eldest-Sib!Reader 𝖂𝖆𝖗𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖌𝖘 : None. 𝕬𝖚𝖙𝖍𝖔𝖗'𝖘 𝕹𝖔𝖙𝖊 : Hey boo-thangs! This is the start of season two. YAYYYYYYYY!!!!! If you want to be in the taglist, comment on the post, request or dm me.✨NEWAYS✨ Hope you all enjoy!

No one realizes how long two years is.

It's a hundred-four weeks.

It's seven-hundred-thirty days.

It's seventeen-thousand-five-hundred-thirty-two hours.

It's one-million-fifty-one-thousand-nine-hundred-twenty minutes.

It's sixty-three-million-one-hundred-fifteen-thousand-two-hundred seconds.

And you spent it making a family.

After leaving your old life behind, you discovered a new one and you knew, there was no turning back. Not only did you buy a home of your own, but you also filled that home with love and safety. There wasn't a corner in your home that wasn't safe.

Besides the house, you built an entire family with the most special person, in your eyes. Not only did she had children of her own, to begin with, she carried yours too. It started with Alexander, who was now nine years old, then, it was Jackson, who was seven. Both boys practically became yours through love and care. You love both boys deeply, always making sure they were respect but also, respecting everyone around them. After claiming Harper, through marriage and the inability to have her carry the Wayne family name, you added on to the family list.

In the first year of marriage, Harper gave birth to two girls, being both Harper's little princesses and your blessings. Both girls were the exact copy of Harper, showing you immediately that your genes were nowhere compared to the red-haired lady. Both Chelsea Wayne and Adaline Wayne became the center of attention in the family. Alexander and Jackson were the best brothers, always making sure their sisters were fed and telling either Harper or you about the dirty diapers. Through the earlier months, after birth, you always made sure to take night shifts and sleep in a different room of the home. You were and ex-Marine so, you didn't mind staying up nights to tend the girls while Harper had her well-needed rest.

Once Harper had regained her strength from post-partum, you couldn't get off of her. There was always something about the woman that had you latched on but, due to be unable to keep to yourself, Jayce came to be. As of currently, the boy was only a one-year-old but, he definitely took after you. Unlike Chelsea and Adaline, who were runners and screams of happiness, Jayce was quieter. Ever since birth, he was quiet, barely cried, and the most he did was whimper for food. Much to your pleasure, you were able to sleep in the same with Harper, both having sleep but still, you took night shifts to change diapers or give a new warm bottle. To say that Jayce was cute is an understatement, or that's what Dick says after meeting the child. In Bruce's words, Jayce was the replica of you, despite the red-hair, green-sage eyes, or the pouty lips. Though, he was quiet like you, eyes looking around in wonder but, never questioning, and Jayce seemed attached to you rather than Harper. Much like, when you were younger and was practically clinging to Bruce. Whether he meet you as a baby or a pre-teen, Bruce saw you in Jayce.

Now, having five children was hard. That was something you couldn't deny but, a man got show his woman some love.

...

...

...

It didn't take you too long to get Harper with a bump, again. Which is where the family is currently at and, you love it. You loved the sight of seeing the kids running in the backyard, loved seeing them play and laugh, loved when they asked you innocent questions but, most importantly, you loved seeing them grow.

Here you were, thirty-two and almost reaching thirty-three. You were sitting on the back porch's lounge chair, sun umbrella over you, dressed in just shorts. On your chest, you had Jayce sleeping soundlessly, cheek pressed against your skin, and at your side, you had harper. She was in a yellow sundress, sitting on your thigh, resting against your side and head against yours. Harper's bump was light prodding, creating a small indent against her dress but, enough to know that the awaiting addition was with them. Keeping one hand on Jayce's back and the other against the side of Harper's thigh, you sighed in content, eyes closed and basking in the presence of your wife and kids.

Harper glanced at you momentarily, green-sage eyes softening at your expression, before she reached up and gently brushed her fingers over your scarred face. Despite seeing the scars and odd jagged lines on your body, you were surprised Harper stayed long enough to have three of your kids, plus the one who has yet to enter the world. "We should go visit your father, sir", Harper whispered, not wanting to wake up the resting baby on your chest. Slowly, you opened an eye and looked at Harper, meeting her gaze before sighing again, eyes closing. "He might be too busy, woman. Besides, if he'd want a visit, he'd just come over and spend a few days with the kids."

Not liking your answer, Harper's stare hardened before lightly slapping your bare chest. "The kids haven't seen their grandfather in a couple of months." At Harper's words, you reciprocated her earlier action, lightly smacking her thigh, before shrugging, "the kids will survive." A silence filled the air and without needing to see Harper's expression, you knew she wasn't pleased. Due to her displeasure, she started to shift away from you, trying to move out of your hold, and that's when your eyes snapped open. If there were a few things you disliked, it was seeing the kids upset but also, most importantly, seeing Harper upset.

Immediately, you slid your hand up from Harper's thigh to her waist, gently pulling her back to you side and meeting her gaze. You stared at her green-sage eyes, sensing the small irritation and displeasure from her before closing your eyes again with a sigh. "We will go visit him, woman. So, for now, just relax and I'll plan something later", you said calmly, hand moving back to Harper's thigh, squeezing the soft flesh. Harper hummed quietly before returning to her previous position, "You better make those plans... if not, I'm getting my tubes tied--after this child." Your brows furrowed deeply and slowly, your eyes opened again and you looked at Harper with a look of displeasure.

"Woman, don't threaten me."

"Or what?"

"We both know, you wouldn't. Besides, seeing you pregnant and full is your thing now."

"It's a thing? Like, a style?"

"Something like it... I just love seeing you carry my children."

"You're odd."

"Wouldn't be the first to say that, mama."

𝔇𝔦𝔳𝔦𝔡𝔢𝔯𝔰 : From Pinterest 𝔗𝔞𝔤𝔩𝔦𝔰𝔱 : @minty251bear @majoringinfanfiction @starrydustedwinter @valinat @takahasiren @maaaahhhiii @andraax2 @st4rrypremium @sunnyboysignal

𝓟𝓡𝓔𝓥𝓘𝓞𝓤𝓢𝓛𝓨 𝓒𝓞𝓝𝓣𝓘𝓝𝓤𝓐𝓣𝓘𝓞𝓝

𝓓𝓐𝓣𝓔 : 06/24/2026

𝓔𝓓𝓘𝓣𝓔𝓓 : N/A

[uhyuhh]

𝖲𝖾𝖺𝗌𝗈𝗇 𝖮𝗇𝖾 - 𝖢𝖧𝖠𝖯𝖳𝖤𝖱 𝖳𝖧𝖨𝖱𝖳𝖤𝖤𝖭: 𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝖡𝗂𝗀 𝖮𝗅' 𝖥𝖺𝗆𝗂𝗅𝗒

𝕭𝖗𝖎𝖊𝖋 : Despite the outcomes, the best place to be is with family. 𝕻𝖆𝖎𝖗𝖎𝖓𝖌𝖘 : Platonic! Batfamily x Eldest-Sib!Reader 𝖂𝖆𝖗𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖌𝖘 : None. 𝕬𝖚𝖙𝖍𝖔𝖗'𝖘 𝕹𝖔𝖙𝖊 : Hey, boo-thangs! This is the end of Season One! YAYYY! If you want to be in the taglist, comment on the post, request or dm me.✨NEWAYS✨ Hope you all enjoy!

The prior night was something you had never imagined. It was something special and you were more than happy that you spent it with Harper.

Now, there you laid comfortably on the bed, arms tucked under the pillow, face turned away and cheek pressed against the pillow, hair messy, and body bare. You were in deep sleep, almost as if it knew you didn't have to wake up at an ungodly time to work. Beside you was Harper, awake and looking at you, eyes soft as they stared at your back. Over the years of being in the Marines, on your free time, you'd go to a nearby tattoo place and would get both small and big projects done. Harper doesn't know how you were able to hide the tattoos for so long but, her eyes glanced over to the bed's foot-post and stared at the skin-colored long sleeve shirt. Slowly, she returned her eyes back onto you before reaching out with her hand and gently touched your back.

On your back, there was a large, black-ink, tattoo of a seraphim angel, and there was a sentence, written in cursive, under the large tattoo that almost covered your entire back. "He will cover you with his feathers and under his wings you will find refuge", Harper read under her breath, fingers brushing over the words. She wasn't exactly sure to who or what the words were referring to but, to her, it was you. Ever since you entered her life, she felt at ease and accepted, despite having children who belonged to someone else yet--you loved her and her children. You became her refuge in the few moments you spent with her before leaving, two years ago. After staring at you back for a second longer, she shifted her eyes to your left arm, eyes softening at the tattoos there. Around your forearm, there were names wrapping around, both old and new ones.

Bruce Thomas Wayne.

Richard John Grayson.

Alfred Thaddeus Crane Pennyworth.

Jason Peter Todd.

Timothy Jackson Drake.

Duke Thomas.

Cassandra Wu-San Cain.

Stephanie Elizabeth Brown.

Damian Al-Ghul Wayne.

Though, the tattoo that had Haper's eyes capture was the one on his bicep. It was obvious that it was done during the time of your two-year deployment, especially when it was the face of Alexander, Jackson and her. In a way, it was strange since you didn't know if Harper would still be there waiting for you but, it was endearing. The fact that you had enough faith in Harper, to the point of marking your body permanently with her and her sons' faces was something unimaginable.

As Harper continued to trace the lines of your tattoos, fingers brushing of your skin and nails lightly scratching against your skin, you were stirred awake. Deeply, you groaned before your eyes fluttered open and subconsciously, you started to take account of where you are. Harper's scent filled the room, also the lingering smell of sweat, sweetness, love and sex. Eventually, you lifted your head and turned your gaze from the wall to Harper, eyes locking. "Good morning", Harper whispered before shifting closer to your side. You blinked at her, simply staring into her green eyes and mind thinking of her nude body that was covered by the blanket that was held up to her collarbone. "G' morning... how long have you been awake?" You asked, voice low and hoarse from sleep. Your hands moved out from under the pillow before you adjusted your position, rolling onto your back and pushing yourself up to sit with your back against the bedframe.

Harper watched you, not moving from her position before humming quietly in contemplation. "Not too long... maybe, an hour or so." You nodded before looking back at Harper, noticing that her eyes seemed to shift down, making you wonder what could've caught her attention. Slowly, you followed Harper's line of sight and eventually, your eyes landed onto the tattooed portrait on your left bicep. "Got it done three months before coming back. It's better than carrying a photo...", you casually said, your eyes softening at the tattoo that cover the entire muscle. "Never knew you had tattoos", Harper said.

"I always cover up since I never knew when the next mission would be. You don't mind, right? If you do, I can get it removed."

"No, I don't mind. I think it looks amazing besides, I'm sure Alexander and Jackson would be ecstatic to see their faces on your arm."

You hummed quietly, listening to Harper's small laugh before looking at her. "Talking about the boys", you started as your hand reached over to Harper's face to push away some of her hair. "Don't they have daycare to go to?" At your question, Harper nodded before sitting up, moving to the edge of the bed and stretching her arms above her head. "They do. My mom will drop them off and I'll pick them up at one 'o clock." Just when you were going to speak again, your words were caught in your throat when Harper stood up, blanket slipping off her body, and walked over to the en-suite bathroom in the room. You quietly watched Harper move, your eyes darkening but, with the sway of her hip--you knew she was teasing. "I'll freshen up. You can join but-", Harper's words were cut off when there was a haste rustle behind her. Confused, Harper turn her head and watched you scramble off the bed and not a second later, you were pushing Harper into the bathroom.

The morning wasn't all that eventful. For the most part, after freshening up and eating breakfast, you went out to do errands with Harper. All Harper had to do was say what to do next or what to get and you never objected her decisions. Though, whenever you came across a toy that made you think of Alexander or Jackson, you simply tossed it into the basket and cart, ignoring Harper's words of "they have enough at home". By the time one 'o clock came around the corner, you and Harper were walking to the daycare center. Your arms were full of bags, ranging from clothes to ingredients for tonight's dinner and again, you ignored Harper's exclaims to help you with the loads of bags.

By the time you and Harper arrived at daycare, all the kids were out in the playground playing with their own groups of friends. Though, the two voices that stuck out were the ones that screamed "mom" at the top of their lungs. Amongst the kids, two kids, a six-years-old boy and four-years-old boy, that have spitting images of Harper came running towards her. Both ginger-headed boys were smiling from ear-to-ear but, the one who noticed you first was Alexander. You knew Jackson wouldn't remember you since he was only two but, you held let hope that Alexander would remember. Alexander slowed down in his pace, coming to a full stop after a moment, ignoring how Jackson practically crashed into Harper's arms. You weren't sure what to say to Alexander, especially from not seeing him for so long, though it was Alexander who spoke up first.

"You're back," Alexander said as his chest was rising and falling quicker than before. The moment was stretched long but, in that moment, you saw how Alexander's eyes watered up with tears and how his lips quivered. It didn't take long for Alexander to move again, running at full speed at you, making your crouch down to meet Alexander's crashing body into your chest. "Daddy! You're back!" At that moment, having the boy's body against yours, you weren't sure how to react. First of all, you've never been called "daddy", "dad", or "father" by a kid and also, you didn't know the first thing about being a parent. Secondly, you have never seen Alexander cry, unless it was about not have what he wanted to drink at dinner but, for you--this wasn't what you imagined at all. Though, despite it being something you weren't expecting, you released some of the bags you were holding in a hand before wrapping your arm around Alexander, hugging the boy closer.

"Hey, no need to cry. I'm here... I'm not leaving."

"Ever?"

"Ever."

After the reunion and helping Alexander compose himself, you grabbed the bags full of items again before looking at Jackson. "Look at you, Jackson. You're already four, huh?" You commented while moving closer to Harper to get a better look on the four-years-old boy. He had Harper's features but, at the age Jackson was at, he looked much like Alexander. Though, unlike Alexander who was more extroverted, Jackson looked shy and confused but, you couldn't blame the kid since he had no vivid memory of you. "... Alex called you daddy...", Jackson whispered, hugging Harper's leg tightly while looking up at you with his own sage green eyes. "He did... you don't have to call me that, though. Tell you what, how about we all go out and eat some burgers?" At the mention of food, much like Alexander two years ago, Jackson's eyes lit up. With how both boys seemed excited to eat burgers for lunch, you smiled at their happy characters, knowing full-and-well that both boys will be grown men who know how to enjoy food--much like yourself when giving the chance.

After dropping off the shopping bags at Harper's apartment and going to eat lunch, you decided it'd be nice to go to the manor with Harper, Alexander and Jackson. By the time you got to the manor and with the way Alfred greeted Harper, Alexander and Jackson, you knew that Harper had been bringing her boys to spend time around the manor. "Ah, Miss Harper, Young Masters Alexander and Jackson, and Master. I see you've all decided to pay a visit, hm?" Alfred greeted, corner of his eyes wrinkling in happiness as both Alexander and Jackson ran inside the manor with excited shouts. "Alfred, it's always nice to see you. Sorry for coming unannounced", Harper said and went on a small rant of the day but, as Harper talked, Alfred's eyes followed her left hand before looking at you with a knowing look. Locking eyes with Alfred made you raise a brow before shrugging, not wanting to make a big deal of the ring.

Eventually, once the conversation was moved into the manor's living room, Alfred sitting at an armrest chair, you and Harper sitting beside each other on the couch, and Alexander and Jackson kneeling at the coffee table, coloring with some crayons on some paper that Alfred managed to find around the manor. The conversation between Alfred and Harper wasn't in your interest, talking about local news, detergents that work best with heavier stains, and other stuff. All you could really care about was having your arm around Harper's waist and your eyes on the boys, giving them your attention whenever they turned a drawing towards you to see. Though, in the midst of the quiet conversation and rustle of papers, heavy footsteps started to approach the living room and before you knew it, Dick, Jason, Tim, and Bruce walked into the living room. Immediately, Alexander's and Jackson's eyes looked up at the men, green eyes lighting up.

"Uncle Dick!!" Alexander shouted happily, tossing the crayon aside, leaving the paper discarded, before shooting up and running towards Dick. Dick picked up the six-years-old boy, tossing Alexander in the air, making you flinch and sit up straighter. "Kiddo! How are you?" Dick asked, smiling ear-to-ear and instantly, Alexander started to talk about his day at daycare.

Jackson, on the other hand, he got up and walked towards Bruce, green eyes shining with delight but, he was far calmer than Alexander. Once the four-years-old boy stood in front of Bruce, all he had to say was "papa" and Bruce was picking up the toddler before going to the other armrest chair in the living room. You raised a brow before looking over at Harper, giving her a confused look, only to receive a smile from her. "They've gotten attached", was all Harper said, making you sigh. After a moment, you sat back against the couch, hand lightly squeezing Harper's waist before letting the scene burn itself into your mind. From one corner, Dick was happily obliging and listening to Alexander's every word, holding the boy in his arms. On the other end, Jackson was quietly whispering at Bruce, small finger twiddling with Bruce's tie to which Bruce didn't mind or comment about.

As for Jason and Tim, they situated themselves at opposite end of the couch you were seated at. Tim sat on the couch while Jason sat on the floor, book already in hand. Though, from the corner of your eyes, you saw Jason peak over to you and Harper, only to see the gleam of the ring on Harper's hand. Jason's brows shot you before he nudged Tim's calf with his elbow, and once Jason had Tim's attention, earning a quiet "what", Jason simply pointed over to you and Harper. Tim's eyes followed Jason's gaze and finger, eyes immediately locking in on the ring on Harper's finger. Almost like a conversation between eyes, Tim looked back at Jason with wide eyes, only to receive a simple nod. You gently shook your head in slight disbelief, not believing how Jason and Tim reacted to the sight of the ring.

The living room, once again settled into a quiet atmosphere, small talk surrounding you and the others and somehow, you managed to fall asleep, head lolled back against the couch's cushioned back while your arm remained around Harper's waist. The only difference was that the living room's television was on, lights dimmed lowly as a movie was being played, and there was opened pizza boxes on the coffee table. You didn't mean to fall asleep around everyone but, it happened and you couldn't do anything about it. Beside you, Harper remained in your hold but, this time her head was resting against your chest, there was also Alexander's body wedge between you and Harper, fast asleep between the warmth then, there was Jackson's small body resting against the unoccupied side of your chest, small hands clutching your shirt. You weren't sure when the adjustments were made but, you didn't say anything, especially when there was another unexpected person leaning against you. Damian. He must've gotten there when you were asleep and now, his head was against your shoulder, eyes closed and body still while under the sleep-spell.

Around the living room, Jason, Tim, and Dick were asleep on the floor, Stephanie, Cassandra, and Duke were sleeping in odd positions on the smaller couch in the living room, Alfred was long gone and Bruce, he was still awake. Despite it being dark, you managed to catch Bruce's eyes before hearing him speak up in a quiet voice, not wanting to disrupt anyone who might be sleeping.

"You gave her a ring", Bruce commented.

You were certain that everyone already seen it or, Dick saw it and announced it openly. Slowly, you nodded to confirm Bruce's comment.

"Yeah, I did... the plans are to get married, someday."

From where Bruce sat on the armrest chair, he saw your hand twitch on Harper's waist, making the woman shift closer to you. The small action made Bruce smile slightly before nodding at you.

"I'd hope so. She's a great daughter-in-law. Plus, I've already earned the spot as a grandfather to Alexander and Jackson. Wouldn't want those two sad or upset."

You raised a brow at Bruce before scoffing, "we aren't married, yet. Though, I agree... wouldn't want the boys upset."

𝔇𝔦𝔳𝔦𝔡𝔢𝔯𝔰 : From Pinterest 𝔗𝔞𝔤𝔩𝔦𝔰𝔱 : @majoringinfanfiction @starrydustedwinter @valinat @takahasiren @maaaahhhiii @andraax2 @st4rrypremium @sunnyboysignal

𝓟𝓡𝓔𝓥𝓘𝓞𝓤𝓢𝓛𝓨 𝓒𝓞𝓝𝓣𝓘𝓝𝓤𝓐𝓣𝓘𝓞𝓝

𝓓𝓐𝓣𝓔 : 06/23/2026

𝓔𝓓𝓘𝓣𝓔𝓓 : N/A

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𝖲𝖾𝖺𝗌𝗈𝗇 𝖮𝗇𝖾 - 𝖢𝖧𝖠𝖯𝖳𝖤𝖱 𝖳𝖶𝖤𝖫𝖵𝖤: 𝖱𝖾𝗍𝗂𝗋𝖾, 𝖱𝖾𝗍𝗎𝗋𝗇 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖱𝗂𝗇𝗀

𝕭𝖗𝖎𝖊𝖋 : The nostalgic feeling of home and love. 𝕻𝖆𝖎𝖗𝖎𝖓𝖌𝖘 : Platonic! Batfamily x Eldest-Sib!Reader 𝖂𝖆𝖗𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖌𝖘 : None. 𝕬𝖚𝖙𝖍𝖔𝖗'𝖘 𝕹𝖔𝖙𝖊 : If you want to be in the taglist, comment on the post, request or dm me.✨NEWAYS✨ Hope you all enjoy!

So much has happened in a span of two years.

You never intended to be away for two years but, life always throws a curveball.

The first couple of months was radio silence on your end. Your mind was solely focused on the punishment you had received, plus the punishment you took upon yourself on the team's behalf, and the mission that came afterwards. The punishment lasted for eight months but the mission, that was what took too long. For an entire year and eight months, you had to go through the orders of the Major but, seeing the bits and pieces of betrayal, you acted against all orders.

It costed you more than what you wanted.

Not only did your team suffered trauma but, you suffered voids. First, it was Orion--the first couple of months he had fallen into a sudden sickness that no one could understand. You tried to buy as much medicine you could and use whatever you had in hand but, nothing. That was until you realized an important day-to-day factor was compromised--water. Due to this, an alternate way of drinking water had to be made but, everything turned out well. Though, there was that nagging feeling in your gut but, chose to ignore it.

By the eighth month of the mission, Pounder and Jolly suffered major wounds while trying to retrieve a file and an item. Had you known that the building would've blown up, you would've taken their spot but, that wasn't the case. Due to the explosion, Pounder suffered back injuries and near-hearing loss, and Jolly suffered respiratory issues due to her lungs intaking too much smoke and also, back pain. You had thought you lost both of them but, you were glad that you didn't.

Then, Chelsea. At the year mark of the mission, she was announced KIA. She was the child of the group, the youngest but, still part of the team. It was a stealth mission gone wrong and it was unexpected. No one, other than your team, Maia, and the Major knew of your plans for the mission and yet, the enemy had managed to find Chelsea and put multiple bullets through her. No one knew what to do but, no one had time to grieve for their lost. The weight of Chelsea's death was heavy to your hurt but, it made you stronger and it made you angry.

For an entire year, each person was injured, almost killed or, they were. This had you thinking and without explanation, you sent your entire team back to base. You didn't want or need to deal with someone else dying so, you took the next year and four months by yourself. It was a dumb and foolish decision but, if it meant keeping everyone alive...

So be it.

One by one, you started to kill everyone involved, including Major Rondolf. After that, you were travelling back and forth between the states and the Middle East. Thankfully, Maia was still there being a big helping hand for you over the comms and secret reports to your burner phone. Nearing the end of the mission, you built your own courage and started to talk to everyone back in Gotham. Surprisingly, not that you didn't have faith but, Harper, Alexander and Jackson waited for you. Dick was quick to answer your call and so was Bruce. It took a moment to reach Jason and Tim but, once they answered, they were more than glad to talk to you. Stephanie was quick to answer your call and luckily, Cassandra was there to speak--even if a bit. Duke picked up the call after a ring or two but, talking to the boy made all the stress you carried be lifted. Then, there was Damian. It wasn't you who called; it was him. For some reason, the boy ended up scolding you for not calling him first and he shouldn't have been the last to be called but, you simply smiled at it and quietly apologized.

After everything, you went back to base and for an extra month, you did the last of your job as a Captain before retiring as a Marine. There were multiple reasons why you retired and handed off the mantle to Mikhail but, the main one--it was to avoid losing more than what you already had lost. Your team, after mourning for Chelsea Garblet, threw a farewell party for you, the day before your leave. When the next day came, all those who had worked for you, with you and you've worked under, came together to give you the last salutation as a Captain. You watched with steady eyes, almost hazy eyes, as the soldiers stood in front of you with their hands up to their brows and tears in their eyes. To the, you were more than a Captain or a soldier, you were their friend, the eyes on their backs, the shoulder they could lean on, the listening ear, a caregiver, someone trustworthy but also, much like to Chelsea, you were like a father-figure. You praised them when they did well, you guided them when they failed or made a mistake but, you never discouraged them if they did wrong.

Slowly, on a private military plane, you started to climb up the stairs, each step being heavier and harder to take but, you had to continue forth. Once at the top, standing at the plane's doorway, you, full body, turned around before giving the final salute to the soldier, body straight and eyes forward--a true form of a soldier who carried. At the final salute, you heard soldiers breakdown, some toppling over, some smiling while cheering and some, just like Orion, quiet and watching with eyes of gratitude.

You slowly lowered your hand before turning around and walked into the plane, accepting your own leave from the life you had built from eighteen to thirty. One of the flight attendants took your duffle bag, putting it up in the compartment before letting you go down the plane aisle while taking off your tactical backpack. You knew the flight would be long so, before the plane could take off, you sent a message out before turning off your phone, small smile on your face.

~~~~~~Family Group Chat~~~~~~

You: "See you guys, soon"

~~~~~~Harper~~~~~~

You: "Keep that door open for me, mama"

You: "I'll be there, soon"

The flight was long but, despite the long hours and growing anticipation, you remained awake for the entire flight. Occasionally, you asked for a glass of bourbon or for a small snack, even for a magazine or two.

By the time you got to Gotham, unlike your first time back, you were happy. Despite almost losing your entire team and losing Chelsea, you felt yourself feel more comforted by Gotham's gloomy, Monday morning sky. The air was thick, filled with factory smoke, the smell of cigarettes and blunts but, it didn't matter. This time, you walked through the airport like a civilian, despite wearing your military camo-uniform. You didn't feel the reluctance to be there, if anything, you were willing to be there and living the next couple of years in Gotham. Once outside the airport, you flagged a cab, hopped inside with a sigh of relief before looking at the driver. Oh, it was the same one from two years ago and he still looked terrified.

"... W-Wayne Manor?"

"Wayne Manor."

By the time you got to the manor, it was 0700, just like two years ago. Much like then, you got out of the cab, tossed the money into the car before slamming the door shut after taking out your belongings. Once the driver left, leaving you standing in front of the manor, you looked at the front door and slowly, you started to walk towards it. Your hand gripped the straps of the duffle bag and your shoulders felt heavier as you felt the tactical back pack's pressure on you. This time you weren't uncertain but, it didn't make it predictable so, you readied yourself for anything that could happen.

With your free hand, you reached into your pocket, patting it before digging into it for your spare key. For the entire flight, you had been playing with the key, memorizing its grooves on the side before putting it in your pocket. Just before you inserted the key, the door sung open and nostalgia hit you.

There, at the open door and eyes directly on you, stood Damian. While the surprise wasn't too obvious on his face, Damian's eyes became wider by a millimeter but, you noticed it. Without much thinking, you reached out and placed your heavy hand on Damian's head before rustling his once-styled hair. "Hey! Look at you, kid. You're no long three apples high! Now, you're five apples tall! Now, that's a miracle", you said jokingly before walking past the still-young Damian. That poor boy now stood confused at the door, mind-blown with the fact you were back. He saw the message you sent but, he wasn't expecting you to back so soon but, that didn't matter.

You.

Were.

Back.

The way Damian closed that front door so fast, turned around sharply and quickly followed behind you was insane but, you didn't dare to comment his actions. As you walked further into the manor, making your way to the dining room, Tim walked past you, head down and tablet in hand. "Boy, turn around. You need to eat and turn off your tablet", you said to which Tim sighed but, he did what he was told to do. Though, that was when he realized who had spoken to him. The once tired Tim was now wide awake, eyes looking at your back and how Damian was following you like some duckling. You best believe that Tim scurried right behind you, mind reeling of how you were there.

You.

Were.

Back.

As you approached the dining room, the door swung open and immediately, your eyes fell onto Alfred. He stared at you and you stared at him, both pairs of eyes softening at the familiar face. "Master, you're back. I thought I told you to tell me", Alfred stated before looking behind you. "Ah, I see you also managed to catch some strays."

"I am no stray, Pennyworth."

"Of course, Master Damian."

"I'm avoiding an ass kicking from the dude."

"I see, Master Timothy. Perhaps, you both will take a seat at the table."

Tim and Damian walked around you, entering the dining room and taking their respective seats. Under the light that both shone from the open windows and the light-source above the table, everyone else was at the table with plates already finished or half-way eaten. "Full morning, huh?" You casually said, not bothering to greet properly as you dropped your duffle bag and backpack beside the dining room's door. Once weightless, you moved to the opposite side of the room before taking a seat and looking up to meet the eyes that stared widely at you. Bruce, Dick, Jason, Tim, Duke, Stephanie, Cassandra, and Damian. They were all alive, breathing and together. At the sight in front of you, it felt good to see them again and the longer you stared, the more the corner of your lips twitched and quivered.

"You're... here..." Dick said with slight uncertainty.

You nodded slowly, looking at Dick with watery eyes. "I am."

"Oh, wow." Jason said in perplexation.

"Welcome back", you heard from Duke, making you turn your head towards him and smile.

From beside Duke, Stephanie leaned her elbows onto the table before leaning forward to look at you. "Did you bring my snacks?"

Not even a greeting or anything more welcoming came from Stephanine but, you wouldn't expect less. "Yeah." You confirmed her question and you could see Stephanine's eyes light up in joy. From beside the excited blonde girl, Cassandra simple nodded at you in a small greeting. Before you knew it, you looked over to the other end of the table and met Bruce's eyes, staring at each other with relief of either being safe. "Hey... crazy thing to say but... I'm a retired Marine Captain."

That entire morning at the dining room table was full of questions, quiet whispers of sorrows, and small moments of welcoming. Luckily, you were able to get some rest for the afternoon and before you knew it, it was already evening. You told everyone that you were going and luckily, you didn't have to explain since they already knew where you were headed.

Your first stop for the evening was to go to the flower shop and collect two bouquets before heading out towards Gotham's Cemetery. At the cemetery, you left a bouquet of flowers at Mrs. Davis's grave, quietly talking to the wisps of winds around you, hoping your words would reach her ears from where she was. After the small visit to the cemetery, you walked to a jewelry with an expectation to find a gift and once you had gift in hand, you left the store with the bouquet in one hand and a jewelry bag in the other as you started to make your way to Harper's apartment. The walk to Harper's apartment was slow since, you were thinking of what to say to her or what to even do when you see her.

Although you thought the walk was long, with your long legs, the walk became shorter. Your feet had their own brain installed into them because instinctively and absentmindedly, you entered the building before you started to make your way up the apartment staircase. Once in front of the familiar door, your hearted started to pounded loudly in your chest but, you chose to ignore it. With all the confidence you could muster, you knocked the door before preparing your hands to give the gifts to Harper. Eventually, after a moment, the door was opened and, like a boy who has never seen a woman before, your eyes were filled with love and admiration.

There she stood, utterly gorgeous before you. Harper stared up at you, green-sage eyes wide at the sight of you, red hair messy around her shoulders, and body covered by a thin tulle nightgown that let you see her sleeping garments from underneath. "You're here", Harper whispered as she took in the sight of you being at her door. You couldn't bring yourself to speak immediately but, from the look Harper was giving you, you knew that she understood. Her eyes shifted to the bouquet and gift bag in your hands before looking back up at your eyes. "Those for me?"

Of course, they're for her but, you were left speechless so, all you did was hold the items out to Harper. Seeing you lose all ability to talk made Harper smile before she stepped aside, letting you walk into the apartment and towards the living room's couch. Without much invitation, you sat down and let yourself sink into the cushions before relaxing at the scent of the home. It smelled of Harper's scent, of comfort, and of home. Before you could relax much, Harper moved towards you, after closing and locking the door, and sat down on one of your thighs. While you didn't expect such action from Harper, you didn't push her away and instead, you gently pulled her towards you and made her lean against your chest. You watched her sniff the bouquet of red and white roses, eyes fluttering close before sighing, "they're lovely."

"I remember you saying that you liked roses and the combination of red and white", you said casually. Harper's eyes fluttered open, soft smile on her face before she sat up properly on your thigh and placed the bouquet of roses on the coffee table. "Where are the boys?" You asked, adjusting your position under Harper but still keeping a hand on her hip. At your question, Harper looked at you with knowing eyes, "one of your brothers texted me saying you were back... so, I might've sent Alex and Jack to their grandmother." You raised a brow at her before shaking your head at Harper, "one hell of a woman, mama." Harper laughed lightly before turning her attention to the gift bag in her heold.

"What's this?"

"Figure it out, woman."

"Just a small hint", she said while inspecting the black gift bad with gifting tissue inside of it.

"Woman, just open it,"

Playfully, you saw Harper roll her green eyes at you, making you squeeze her hip slightly before watching her hands as she continued to open the gift bag. With careful ease, she removed the tissue from inside the bag before digging into it and pulled out a small velvet blue box. At the sight, she glanced at you before looking back to the box, heart pounding at her chest and pulse point thumping at her neck. Slowly, she opened the velvet box before staring at the silver ring inside of it, cushioned between a silk pillow. She quietly gasped at the sight, eyes brimming with tears, before she hesitantly removed the ring from the box, handing the box off to your free hand. Harper's green eyes flickered between you and the silver ring with a sage-green gem in the midst of a decorative pattern.

"It's a ring."

"It is."

"It's for me."

You sighed quietly before placing the velvet box beside you and gently, you took the ring from her hold. Releasing her hip, you grabbed her left hand before slipping the silver band onto her finger, eyes following the band reach the base of her ring-finger. "I have intentions to marrying you, not now but someday. For now, I'll give you this ring to indicate my devotion to you, your children but also, to remind you, and others, that you are mine." Your words rolled off your tongue like a soft stream of water, one meant to ease and comfort. Harper stared down at her hand, eyes settling onto the ring on her finger and watching it gleamer under the dim light of the living room.

The silence in the living room was comfortable, something real and something only you and Harper would understand.

"Stay the night", Harper said, hand still in yours and eyes still on the ring.

You smirked before whispering, "that was the plan, woman."

Silence.

"So, is the baby making before or after the marriage?"

"You can't seriously want to be pregnant... you have two boys."

"I'd like to try for a girl, sir", Harper sweetly said. She was batting her lashes at you, and you sighed at the sight before gently turning your body to push Harper down onto the couch's cushion. Once Harper was underneath you, you started to unbutton your military jacket and remove your shirt from underneath.

"As you wish, woman."

𝔇𝔦𝔳𝔦𝔡𝔢𝔯𝔰 : From Pinterest 𝔗𝔞𝔤𝔩𝔦𝔰𝔱 : @majoringinfanfiction @starrydustedwinter @valinat @takahasiren @maaaahhhiii @andraax2 @st4rrypremium @sunnyboysignal

𝓟𝓡𝓔𝓥𝓘𝓞𝓤𝓢𝓛𝓨 𝓒𝓞𝓝𝓣𝓘𝓝𝓤𝓐𝓣𝓘𝓞𝓝

𝓓𝓐𝓣𝓔 : 06/21/2026

𝓔𝓓𝓘𝓣𝓔𝓓 : N/A

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Hey, boo-thangs😘

Just wanted to let yall know I’m fine and I’m alive lol. Chapter Twelve should be out in a few hours but, that’s beside the point.

From here, it might be a bit of a TMI…

So, as yall know, it’s Father Day and, first off, Happy Father’s Day to all those who are daddies, daddies to be, wanting to be and who like being called daddy.

✨NEWAYS✨

I just left an event cause I had gone out with my dad to it. Nah, that food was bad to my gut and I told my sister to drop me off home… IN THE MIDST OF A FATHER’S DAY EVENT.

SO IM NOW SITTING ON A TOILET FOR EVERY DAMN MOMENT, SIPPING CELDIUS, AND WRITING CHAPTER TWELVE…

It’s great✌️😭

[uhyuhh]

𝖲𝖾𝖺𝗌𝗈𝗇 𝖮𝗇𝖾 - 𝖢𝖧𝖠𝖯𝖳𝖤𝖱 𝖤𝖫𝖤𝖵𝖤𝖭: 𝖦𝗋𝖺𝗏𝗂𝗍𝗒

𝕭𝖗𝖎𝖊𝖋 : Karma isn’t something you can trust in but, gravity is something you can trust. 𝕻𝖆𝖎𝖗𝖎𝖓𝖌𝖘 : Platonic! Batfamily x Eldest-Sib!Reader 𝖂𝖆𝖗𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖌𝖘 : None. 𝕬𝖚𝖙𝖍𝖔𝖗'𝖘 𝕹𝖔𝖙𝖊 : This one was done on my phone so, please bear with me😭 I’ll fix certain things on my laptop, tonight. If you want to be in the taglist, comment on the post, request or dm me.✨NEWAYS✨ Hope you all enjoy!

Surprisingly, upcoming days were good. Though, to you, it meant something was coming and gosh, you wished you were wrong. You knew that good things never lasted long and you had enough experience to know that. But first, let's talk about the good things that had happen.

Whilst it had only been months since you met Harper, Alexander, and Jackson, you brought them over to the manor to have dinner with entire family. You were glad everyone was there, even your team, and they all seemed to approve of Harper and honestly, they enjoyed watching you be with Alexander and Jackson. Though, they would tease Harper by asking Alexander and Jackson if they need a new daddy.

After the family met Harper's for some odd reason, Damian started to tag along whenever you left to have dinner at Harper's apartment. Initially, you tried stopping Damian but, after the second-visit, Harper told you she was fine with making an extra serving for Damian.

Talking about family, you occasionally, whenever you didn't go to Harper's place, would go out to the bar with Dick and Jason. It was more of an older sibling hangout and sometimes, you'd drag Tim along while saying, "I'm old and I still loosen up a bit with drinks."

Though, just like Issac Newton said...

What goes up, it must come down.

You were on base, at your temporary office, when you received a mailed letter. Normally, when soldiers would get deployed, they'd get an email. Since you didn't have one, you always received a letter but, to you, it was the worst time ever.

Here you were, head hung low as the open envelope and paper was laid in front of you, on the desk.

"Returning to primary base and under Major Rondolf's order."

When you first got to Gotham, you wanted to leave, immediately but now, just when you had your family closest to you and someone you found yourself attached to...

You didn't want to leave.

You weren't sure how you were going to break the news to Bruce and the family but, most importantly, you weren't sure how Harper would feel. Sure, there weren't any strings attached but, all you could think about is Alexander being upset, Jackson crying, and Harper--oh, that pretty woman. The frown on your face deepens, a small and quiet curse slipping through your lips.

You can get a house on base but, those are reserved for married couples and, it was too early to even think about marrying Harper. Also, you were certain she wouldn't want to fly out with you since, she'd have to leave everything behind for you.

This wasn't an order you couldn't say no to or, simply turn your head away from. You were certain that Major Rondolf was going to give you hell, threaten your rank and team but, the sooner you had it over with, the better.

That evening, at 1700, you returned to the manor with a heavy set-of-shoulders. You spent and morning and afternoon telling your team of the leave that will happen in a week or so. Derrick was the first explode, saying that neither you nor the team should go back, not after the Major tried to send the team to a death mission. Sydney was quick to agree with Derrick. Mikhail stayed quiet, Denis was trying to calm Derrick and Sydney down, Chelsea seemed to be thinking about all the bad outcomings of returning back to the base and Maia was trying to get you to send out a letter of rejection and to break-off from Major Rondolf's command.

"You look like shit."

You glanced up and meet gazes with Jason and from behind, Dick and Tim approached the male. For a moment, you weren't sure what to say or do, simply thinking of the many things he needed to do before time runs out. "I always look like shit", you said after a too long of a pause. Dick raised a brow at you, confused why you seemed so delayed with your words and comeback responses.

Dick tilted his head before asking, "are you okay?"

At the male's question, it felt as though the world around you came down. It was an innocent question but, the moment you leave, you'll never hear that question from him, or anyone there. You cursed under your breath, hand moving up to rub your temples in slight distress.

"I'm leaving."

"Huh?" That was all you got from the three boys, making you cringe.

"Leaving? What do you mean?" Tim asked, voicing Dick's question.

"My... The Major wants be back at the base and I have a week and somedays to return back. It's not a suggestion or request, it's an order for the team and I."

Your words landed heavy amongst Dick, Jason, and Tim but, it obvious would land harder for Dick. You had only been home for a few months but even so, it felt wrong for you to leave. "How long did you know?" Sighing at Dick's question, you let your hand drop and looked into his eyes, "got the letter this morning."

That evening, you decided to spend dinner at the manor, announcing your leave with your team and trying to comfort them with words of returning, visiting, calling, sending a postcard or texting whenever there was a given chance. You told them that you still had time before leaving but, you knew time would fly by too fast.

After dinner, you called Harper and told her that you'd be going over. You were glad that she kept the door open for you, despite how late it was for you to be going to her apartment. Once you arrived at the apartment, quietly greeting Harper, you took your shoes off before looking back at her. Harper was wearing an off-the-shoulder black nigh gown, ruffled hem reaching down her ankles, and her long and curly red hair loose around her shoulders. Despite it being 2200, she still looked like a goddess that graced you with her beauty.

After closing and locking the door, Harper turned to you. The first thing she saw was the solemn look on your face, as if you had just lost something. "You seem down... Is everything alright?" As Harper questioned you, she moved closer until she stood in front of you, green eyes looking up at you. You couldn't bring yourself to answer immediately, not when Harper stared at you and stood close. Slowly, with as much care a military man could muster, you reached up to Harper's face and cupped her cheek. Tilting her head back, you leaned down and pressed your forehead against hers, eyes still locked onto each other.

"You look gorgeous", you whispered.

You moved your forehead away from Harpers, slowly moving your face to her neck and burying your nose to the juncture of where her neck meets her shoulder. With your face buried into her skin, you took a deep breath and felt her scent fill your senses. She smelled of lavender, vanilla, and her sweet perfume. With a mid of their own, your hands moved up to Harper's hips, gently squeezing her love-handles before sliding your hands up to her sides.

"You smell of heaven... you feel like everything nice..."

Harper stood still, letting you basically hunch yourself over her and paw her like a cat. "Something's wrong... isn't there?..." At her question, again, you couldn't answer immediately before whispering into her neck.

"I'm being deployed..."

A beat of silence.

"When?"

Another beat of silence.

"In a week and few days..."

Your throat felt like it had constricted itself entirely from breathing, heart pounding to hard against your chest. Though, just when you were about to pull away, you felt Harpers hands moved around you and onto your back. One paused at your shirt, gripping tightly, and her other hand moved up to your hair, fingers tangling through the strands.

"You'll come back, right?"

"Harper, I'm leaving and don't know when I can come back."

"That's not my question... no matter the time, are you coming back?"

"I don't want to keep you waiting, Harper..."

"Are you coming back, sir?"

You fell silent, hands tightening on Harper's sides, before you nodded. "I'll be back... for you.” Your voice was muffled against Harper’s skin, your hot breath fanning over her skin. You felt Harper shiver against you before pulling away and giving you a playful look. “Don’t forget about the boys”, she said while pushing back you hair, moving it away from your face.

“Never…”

The week went by fast.

Too fast.

Before you knew it, you were in full uniform, tactical backpack on your back, straps tightly wrapped around you, your team around you and on the base’s launchpad. Due to strict military policies, you couldn't have anyone to bid and you were fine with that or, at least, that’s what you thought. Slowly, given it was time to leave, you approached the aircraft while following behind your team. You watched everyone start to settle down around you, finding their spots and immediately, they were no longer Mikhail, Denis, Derrick, Sydney, or Chelsea. Now, in the aircraft, they were Orion, Pounder, Sling, Jolly, and Pop.

Out of respect, you moved to the aircraft’s pilot, greeting and thanking the woman for lending them the transport back to base. Once you finished talking to the pilot, you walked to the back of the aircraft before finding your own seat beside Orion. You quietly handed out the aircraft’s noise canceling headphones and comms, signaling for everyone to get ready for departure. Now, with your body in the uncomfortable seat, hands on your lap and eyes glaring at the floor, you wanted nothing more but to run out of the aircraft.

You couldn’t but, you did what you could.

Slowly, you pulled your phone out from your pocket, getting a moments glance from Orion before looking away. With practiced ease, your fingers moved over the phone’s old keypad, barely making out the letters or numbers but, you were used to the burner phone. After a moment of typing, you turned the phone off completely and tucked it away into your pocket.

It’ll be forgotten for the time being but, you hoped it didn’t forget you.

Once your phone was off, there were a few things you didn’t see.

~~~~~~Family Group-Chat~~~~~~

You: “See you guys some time in the future.”

Dick: “Be safe and come back home with gifts!”

Tim: “Keep in contact with us and give updates too.”

Jason: “Peace out, loser✌️”

Damian: “Dick is crying”

Dick: “Shut up, demon!😭”

Stephanie: “Bring me souvenirs and some exotic snacks😋”

Cassandra: “👍”

Duke: “🫡”

Alfred: “Safe travels for you and your team, Master. Do tell when you come back, I’ll have your favorite plate ready.”

Bruce: “Love you and stay safe, son.”

~~~~~~Harper~~~~~~

You: “Take care. Hope to see you when I come back. Also, I love you, woman.”

Harper: “Be safe out there and come back to us. Both boys miss you and I do too. I love you as well❤️”

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𝓟𝓡𝓔𝓥𝓘𝓞𝓤𝓢𝓛𝓨 𝓒𝓞𝓝𝓣𝓘𝓝𝓤𝓐𝓣𝓘𝓞𝓝

𝓓𝓐𝓣𝓔 : 06/18/2026

𝓔𝓓𝓘𝓣𝓔𝓓 : N/A

[uhyuhh]

𝖲𝖾𝖺𝗌𝗈𝗇 𝖮𝗇𝖾 - 𝖢𝖧𝖠𝖯𝖳𝖤𝖱 𝖳𝖤𝖭: 𝖱𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁 𝖬𝖾𝖾𝗍𝗌 𝖲𝗈𝖿𝗍

𝕭𝖗𝖎𝖊𝖋 : You never had experience or a type but now, you practically fell from a flying aircraft. 𝕻𝖆𝖎𝖗𝖎𝖓𝖌𝖘 : Platonic! Batfamily x Eldest-Sib!Reader 𝖂𝖆𝖗𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖌𝖘 : Slight swearing, Fluff 𝕬𝖚𝖙𝖍𝖔𝖗'𝖘 𝕹𝖔𝖙𝖊 : Hey boo-thangs! Hope you've all had a good day. Just to clarify, for this chapter, Reader is a male embodiment. If you want to be in the taglist, comment on the post, request or dm me.✨NEWAYS✨ Hope you all enjoy!

Truth be told, you weren't sure what to expect.

You didn't really have a preference in females, not caring much for their looks, what life they lived or what kind of habits they have. As long as they were interesting, you don't mind them.

Now, a single mother wasn't what you were expecting.

Here she was, at 1800, apologizing to you for having her two kids with her and still going on a date with you. Something about not trusting strangers or not being able to get a babysitter to care for her kids. Though, the kids were the least of your worries as you stared at the single mom, noting her mature body, despite looking young. She was probably in her early twenties, maybe twenty-two. Her eldest son looked to be four years old, and the youngest son looked to be two years old.

"Ah, I didn't even introduce myself. My name is Harper and these are my sons. Alex is the eldest and this is Jackson. From what your brother told me, this is blind date set-up for you?" She asked, on hand holding Alex and the other arms gripping the stroller.

Harper, despite being an obvious single mom, she was put together. She was in a simple dress, not trying to stand out too much but still catching your eyes. You hummed before shrugging, "yeah, something like that. Probably weren't expecting me, huh?" There was a sarcastic lit in your voice but, it was still light. To your words, Harper smiled at you while shaking her head. "No but, wasn't expecting to meet up with someone charming."

You weren't sure if she was being honest or, simply saying that to make you feel good but, you didn't think much of it. "Anyways, we should go ahead and get some food. I'm sure your boys must be hungry, hm?" Before Harper could respond, Alex, from beside Harper chirped a loud, "food!" Immediately, at Alex's shout, Harper looked at Alex with a look of surprise and embarrassment. "Alexander Benjamin Charles!", Harper said but, Alex ignored his mom and practically bounced his way towards you. "Can we have pizza? How about burgers? Oh, I know! Let's have cake and cupcakes!"

As the boy kept suggesting a large selection of foods with Harper looking embarrassed because of his son, you simply stared at Alex. The boy looked happy, not scared of you and all you could see was Dick, right in front of you. You rarely interacted with kids or babies but, when you did, you always feared that you'd scare them but, in this case--Alexander seemed to be content to see a huge military person, like yourself. Slowly, you brought yourself to a crouch, right in front of Alexander before reaching out and placing a hand on the boy's red hair.

"Tell you what, kid. If you behave for the night, and with your mom's permission, I'll get you cake. For you and your brother, deal?" At your words alone, not needing much to be bribed with, Alexander was jumping in excitement and shouting "cake" at the top of his lungs. Harper, from behind Alexander and beside the stroller, looked completely red but, there was a small soft look in her eyes after seeing you calm around her kids. Seriously, she expected for you to leave but, seeing you still there was a small relief to her soul.

After a good moment of walking to a nearby diner, Alexander holding the stroller, Jackson babbling incoherent words from his seat in the stroller, Harper pushing the stroller and you beside her, you arrived.

Finding a booth was easy since the diner was a bit empty. You grabbed a booster chair for Jackson, getting a small thank you from Harper, before settling down across the woman and son. Eventually, a waitress came by, leaving menus before leaving again to give us a moment to choose. Alexander stood on the booth's seat, leaning over Harper as she went through the kids list, listing off the more cheaper meals.

"Mom! I want nuggets and a hamburger! And-And! Soda!" Alexander said, pointing at the kid's menu.

Harper sighed before looking up at the standing boy, "Alex, just pick one and you aren't drinking soda. I'll get you an orange juice instead."

You glanced up from the menu, looking at Harper as her attention was on her son. Her hair was like a cascade of water that had caught the sun's light, her green eyes weren't extreme and instead, they held gentle love and care to her creations, her words were like honey that dripped from her tongue and gosh, her body. It held womanly strength and power but, it held softness that could nurture the needed.

Again, you had no main attraction towards a woman but, seeing how Harper was everything you weren't, you felt insecured.

Did you look decent to her eyes?

Had you given her any reason to look at you with potential?

Did you scare her?

Did you-

"Earth to you." Immediately, you snapped out of your daze before meeting Harper's gaze in a millisecond. Harper had her head tilt as she stared at you, concern flashing through her green eyes. "You okay, sir?" Being called sir was never an issue but, hearing Harper, it became an issue. You weren't sure what was happening to you since, you never felt this particular way towards anyone. Heck, even in the earlier years, when Maia tried to hit on you, nothing really had an effect on you.

You cleared your throat before saying, "yeah, I'm fine. Did Alex pick something?" Your question seemed to surprise the mother before looking down at the kid's menu, eyeing the prices. Before Harper could say anything, you interfered beforehand. "Let the kid order what he wants... money isn't an issue. Alright, mama?"

In that instance, you wanted to die and bury yourself. You didn't mean to let it slip; it just happened. Just when you were about to apologize, sitting up straighter than any other military personal, Alexander pointed to you. "My mama! Mama is mine!" From the booster seat, Jackson babbled a quiet "mama" while scribbling a piece of coloring paper that the waitress provided before leaving the booth. You bit back a small huff of amusement and surprise before playfully glaring at the boy, "and if I want her? You going to fight me?"

From across the table, you saw Alexander's eyes lit up, ignoring Harper's red face. "I'll fight you! Mama is mine!" At Alexander's declaration, you expected for him to act like any other four-year-old and, you glad you did. Quite literally, the boy jumped across the table and started to playfully punch you while laughing. "Alexander! Behave!" Harper scolded from the other side of the table, standing to grab the boy but, it was the smile that was cracked onto your face that stopped her. "Oh! Big boy punches, huh?" You said before gently poking Alexander's sides and when Jackson started to get as well, you included the two-year-old boy, making him squeal and giggle.

This was the most unexpected date but, seeing you be inclusive with her kids made her smile.

The date went well and when it came to an end, Harper gave you her number and said thank you. You weren't sure why she thanked you, whether it be for walking her home or carrying Alexander and Jackson in either arm but, if it meant seeing her again--you didn't mind.

After the first date, both you and Harper would meet up but, you always made sure to tell her to bring Alexander and Jackson along. Every time you said that over text or call, Harper would smile from ear-to-ear. In a matter of four continuous dates and three hangouts, Alexander would practically ask Harper for you or interrupt a call you'd have with his mom. You took your time to talk to the boy, always tell him to take care of Harper and tell him jokes, enjoying the sound of the boy.

Eventually, dates and hangouts at diners and playgrounds turned into meeting up at Harper's apartment after long-days at the base.

Currently, you were in the manor's living room, burner phone held up to your ear, listening to Alexander rant about his day at school. "I ran so fast! I even beat Steven and Erick from first grade!" You hummed quietly in amusement before saying, "is that so? Do you think, you can beat me at running?" Your challenges with the little boy became coming, something that Harper learned too not interrupt or try stopping. "Hell yeah! I'm super-duper-duper fast!"

As you continued to speak with the boy, you didn't realize Dick walking into the living room, looking to ask you. Though, seeing you on the couch, phone pressed to your ear, lips turned slightly into a smile and your body relaxed--Dick knew something was up. After another moment or two, you hung up saying "see you guys, tonight" before looking up and seeing Dick.

"Oh, you're here. You look like you need something. Something up?" You asked, snapping the phone shut before shoving it into your pants and giving Dick your undivided attention. Dick stared for a moment longer before saying, "I need details." You looked at Dick confused and before you knew it, the male was beside you on the couch, trying to pry answers from you.

"Details?"

"Yeah. Ever since that date set-up, you never said anything and you always leave before dinner." Dick explained, as if it were the obvious and, honestly, it was. You shrugged before crossing your arms, finding the question simple and not urgent for an answer. "I've simply been going to Harper's place to eat dinner, or I'd take her out to eat. No big deal. Besides, her kids seem to enjoy having me around." Once again, Dick stared at you before tilting his head in slight confusion but also, there was a look of surprise. "You're fine with her being a single mom?"

Slightly, your eyes narrowed onto Dick, unsure what to make of his comment. "Yes, I'm fine with it? Was it meant to be an issue?", you asked. Immediately, Dick sensing the protectiveness that came from you, he quickly shook his head while raising his hands in surrender. "Nothing wrong with it, dude. Just asking", Dick admitted and seeing you accept his declaration, after a too long of a second, made Dick sigh in relief.

"So, what is it that you like of her?"

At Dick's question, you didn't waste time answering. Your eyes basically became dazed when you started to think of Harper.

Her vibrant red hair.

Her sage green eyes.

Her pink lips.

Her sweet voice.

Her gentle touch.

Her softness.

"Fucking puppy love, huh?"

"Shut the fuck up, Dick."

Dick simply shrugged before getting up and leaving the living room, forgetting why he was there to begin with. Though, just like Dick observed, you did leave before dinner at the manor and went to Harper's apartment. Once at her apartment, you didn't have to pretend to be tough, not when you were on the living room's carpet and playing with a four-year-old boy and a two-year-old baby. Due to having your attention elsewhere, you didn't see the look Harper was giving you while she watched you from the kitchen's doorway.

It didn't take long for Alexander and Jackson to fall for you, appreciating your every gift you'd give them and appreciating the time you put aside for them. Harper scolded you once then, twice about spoiling her sons but, all you did was smile at her and say, "sorry, mama. Alexander likes the soccer ball and returning it would make him sad. I wouldn't want him to be sad."

After every diner, Jackson would be put down to sleep after thirty minutes but, after the first time he fell asleep with his cheek pressed against your chest, your heavy hand resting on his back and the hum of a movie being played on the living room's--he couldn't sleep any other way.

After putting both boys to sleep, you'd spend a few hours on Harper's couch. Your arm thrown around her shoulders, her soft body pressed against your side, her smaller and delicate hand against your chest, and small whispers exchanged between both adults, never crossing the boundaries of cuddling, yet. Both you and Harper chose to wait a moment longer before making things official between either of you, which you didn't mind.

You never imagined of settling down.

Never thought of kids of your own.

You, definitely, never thought that someone like you would meet someone like her.

Someone rough like you with someone as soft as Harper was never in your plans.

And you didn't mind it.

𝔇𝔦𝔳𝔦𝔡𝔢𝔯𝔰 : From Pinterest 𝔗𝔞𝔤𝔩𝔦𝔰𝔱 : @majoringinfanfiction @starrydustedwinter @valinat @takahasiren @maaaahhhiii @andraax2 @st4rrypremium

𝓟𝓡𝓔𝓥𝓘𝓞𝓤𝓢𝓛𝓨 𝓒𝓞𝓝𝓣𝓘𝓝𝓤𝓐𝓣𝓘𝓞𝓝

𝓓𝓐𝓣𝓔 : 06/17/2026

𝓔𝓓𝓘𝓣𝓔𝓓 : N/A

[uhyuhh]

𝖲𝖾𝖺𝗌𝗈𝗇 𝖮𝗇𝖾 - 𝖢𝖧𝖠𝖯𝖳𝖤𝖱 𝖭𝖨𝖭𝖤: 𝖬𝖺𝗍𝖼𝗁𝗆𝖺𝗄𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖢𝗎𝗉𝗂𝖽𝗌

𝕭𝖗𝖎𝖊𝖋 : CAN YOU FEEL THE LOVE TONIGHTTTTTT????!!! 𝕻𝖆𝖎𝖗𝖎𝖓𝖌𝖘 : Platonic! Batfamily x Eldest-Sib!Reader 𝖂𝖆𝖗𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖌𝖘 : NONE. 𝕬𝖚𝖙𝖍𝖔𝖗'𝖘 𝕹𝖔𝖙𝖊 : Hey, boo-thangs! What I had in plan for this chapter was different but, it felt wrong so... I made it shorter and had to retype everything. Trust me, had it been then other option, the series would've felt too fast so, let me make up some fillers before getting to the crazy part. The other chapter was saved so, we will leave it for another time and occasion. For now, let's bask in this chapter. If you want to be in the taglist, comment on the post, request or dm me.✨NEWAYS✨ Hope you all enjoy!

It has been a few days since you left back to base-- four days, to be exact.

There's been a small shift in the manor, not major but, something that was obvious for everyone. For one, Jason has been staying at the manor more than usual, sometimes for two nights or just for an entire day. Tim rested a bit more since Bruce started to give him less workloads throughout the day. Dick and Bruce talked a bit more, outside of the whole vigilante work, asking about each other's day and so on, so forth. Damian, although he wouldn't admit it, started to wait and ask for your arrival to the manor. Alfred, whilst he did it every day, he kept the guest rooms beside your room cleaning, always waiting to welcome your team to visit.

Now, there's Bruce. Truthfully, everyone felt weird about it--about how Bruce started to pay slight attention to the family, asking more questions about plans, started wanting to ask about availability to have a family outing, and even, started to lessen patrol hours for everyone, especially for himself. Seriously, no one knew what you said to Bruce, or what you did but, worked.

Maybe, too well.

As for you, you were stuck in the base. It seemed like, with every passing day, more work was piling up. You spent hours on end doing your own research on the Major's transactions and leaves, always keeping tabs. Every hour or so, after reluctantly giving Dick your burner phone's number and him sharing with the entire family, you'd talk to either of them. Usually, it'd be a quick call before you hand up, saying that something came up or you were too busy.

Now, back to the manor. Currently, Dick, Jason, Tim, Duke, Stephanie, Cassandra, and Damian were in the Batcave, all doing their own thing. Dick was scrolling through his phone, sitting on a spare chair in the Batcave before looking up. "You know, now that I think about it", he started off and yet, no one turned their heads to give Dick any sort of attention. Though, what Dick said next made everyone look at him, brows raised in surprise and confusion. "I don't think big bro has ever dated anyone."

No one believed Dick's words. Seriously, who wouldn't want to date someone like you? You were protective, strong, made good money through the military, knew how to act under pressure, and knows how to treat a woman or man. The only bad thing of yourself is that you were a bit too traumatized but, there's nothing wrong with that. That's a normal Gothamite trait.

The topic of dating peaked Stephanie's attention, making her lean forward with a small smile, one that only meant bad news. "So, what you're saying is that... we can set up a blind date?" Dick looked at Stephanie and instantly, he smiled back at her as a plan started to form in his head. "I mean, they need at least to explore. I've never heard of them having a crush so, maybe it'll be good for them to hook up with someone or something", Dick said while shrugging.

"No."

"Huh?" Dick hummed confusedly, turning to look at the person who obviously though otherwise.

Damian Wayne-Al-Ghul.

Never in a million years would anyone expect for Damian to reject a thought when it came to someone being set up on a date. Damian was on the couch, near Dick and sitting beside Duke and Cassandra. The boy kept his eyes down, flipping through a book with little-to-no interest. "I said, no. They don't seem to be the one to waste time on simple hook ups, unlike you, Dick", Damian said, not caring how offensive the comment was. "If you are going to look for someone, find someone understanding and someone who is willing to settle with them."

Dick looked both offended and surprise, both expecting and not expecting Damian's words of wisdom. Maybe, it was because Talia and Bruce aren't together and doesn't want to see you in a predicament of having to break up or get divorce. "Since when were you cupid, Damian?" Stephanie asked as she was on her phone. Not letting Damian answer, she turned to Tim before asking, "do you think, you can pull some of their pictures from their time in the military? Also, do you think one of their teammates would give up some photos?"

Seven Hours Later

Who would've thought it'd take Tim, to get pictures of you, seven hours? Seriously, was it so hard for him to find pictures of you? Yes, it was. Miraculously, Time was able to find a picture of you flexing your arms on Derrick's social page, a picture of you in the middle of working out beside Mikhail on Mais's social account, and a picture of your military profile picture. Truth be told, as soon as a dating account was made on a single platform, in a matter of an hour... there was seventy-three notifications and messages.

For some reason, Tim, Dick, and Stephanie were the account's managers. They were checking the accepted accounts, doing background checks and so much more. Jason and Duke were the ones sending back messages about dates ideas and how it'd be a blind date, on your part. Then, Damian and Cassandra, they were the judges. There was an entire operation of finding someone, just for you.

Somehow and in some way, Alfred and Bruce were pulled into the whole operation. Alfred was simply going down to the Batcave with a platter of cookies, asked what they were doing and now, he was listing off what you might like or dislike in a person. Bruce just came back from work, still in a suit, now he was sitting between Damian and Cassandra, judging and occasionally, helping Tim with background checks.

Family bonding comes in different shapes and sizes.

Yet, when you came back to the manor with your team, just for dinner--you weren't expecting Dick's announcement.

"Oh, just so you know, you have a date this weekend. Make sure to pick them up from the public library by Gotham Academy."

You could never have a moment of rest or, a moment where you weren't being surprised. Your team was spread across the table, basically blending in with the family. You and Bruce were seated at the ends of the table. On your right, Jason, Damian, Mikhail, Tim, Maia, Denis and Derrick were seated in that order from Bruce's end to yours. On your left, from Bruce's end to yours, Stephanie, Duke, Cassandra, Chelsea, Sydney and Dick were seated.

Your fork was barely lifted from your plate, glass of bourbon way too close to your plate, and food falling from your fork as you stared at Dick. Admittedly, you never cared much about dating, having a crush, having hook ups, or settling down. You felt too old to do that, almost nearing your thirties in two years, and it didn't feel right. You had too many issues, you barely go home and you were expected to go back home to be with someone wasn't in your plans. From your right side, not a moment later, Derrick laughed at you. "They're calling you a lonely loser", he said laughing, only to have Denis's elbow jabbed into his rib.

"Dick", you said, almost tiredly, as you rested the ork down before rubbing your temples. "Cancel that date. I'm not going to it. I don't have time or the mental capacity to give someone attention, especially a stranger." Dick frowned at your words before shaking his head, not approving of your rejection to the idea. "No, you're going. You need to live a little. Look, it's obvious you're lonely and a virgin." Dick's observation made Derrick started wheezing, still doubled down. Though, this time, Denis didn't jab the Sergeant and instead, looked at Dick with wide eyes--just like the rest of your team.

"Excuse me?"

"He isn't wrong, dude." Mikhail said from the other side of the table.

Immediately, your head was turned towards your best friend and right-hand man. "Take that back, Mikhail. I've had a handful of hotel-hook ups", you said, trying to defend yourself. "Mikhail shook his head before pointing at you with his fork before saying, "you hated them all. Seriously, you need to find someone to settle with. I don't want to see my best friend alone for their entire life. It's sad on your part and, it means I'm not a good wingman."

You rolled your eyes, shaking your head and basically ignoring Mikhail's words. "I'm fine with being alone." You said but then, Chelsea spoke up, sweet voice reaching your ears as you took a forkful. "I'd have to agree with them, Captain. I mean, it's your choice but, comparing you to others, you don't give yourself that time to think of your own happiness and well-being." Slowly, you looked over to the young female, staring right into her eyes, seeing pureness and sincerity. Hearing the words from Chelsea was different, it was almost like a daughter wishing for her parent to have the best moments in life.

"If I go, will everyone drop this case?"

The sounds of yes echoed through the table, making you sigh.

"Fine but no funny business."

𝔇𝔦𝔳𝔦𝔡𝔢𝔯𝔰 : From Pinterest 𝔗𝔞𝔤𝔩𝔦𝔰𝔱 : @majoringinfanfiction @starrydustedwinter @valinat @takahasiren @maaaahhhiii @andraax2 @st4rrypremium

𝓟𝓡𝓔𝓥𝓘𝓞𝓤𝓢𝓛𝓨 𝓒𝓞𝓝𝓣𝓘𝓝𝓤𝓐𝓣𝓘𝓞𝓝

𝓓𝓐𝓣𝓔 : 06/16/2026

𝓔𝓓𝓘𝓣𝓔𝓓 : N/A

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Late Upload

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Before y'all get on me, I'll be uploading Chapter Nine and Ten tomorrow. Seriously, today's Monday and I'm tired from work. I do apologize but, I promise that Chapter Nine just needs a bit more before uploading.

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𝖲𝖾𝖺𝗌𝗈𝗇 𝖮𝗇𝖾 - 𝖢𝖧𝖠𝖯𝖳𝖤𝖱 𝖤𝖨𝖦𝖧𝖳: 𝖣𝗈𝗇'𝗍 𝖶𝖺𝗇𝗍 𝖳𝗈 𝖫𝗈𝗌𝖾 𝖸𝗈𝗎

𝕭𝖗𝖎𝖊𝖋 : Lost, stubbornness and pain run in the family. Miraculously, it brings people together. 𝕻𝖆𝖎𝖗𝖎𝖓𝖌𝖘 : Platonic! Batfamily x Eldest-Sib!Reader 𝖂𝖆𝖗𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖌𝖘 : Slight swearing, Slight Death-Talk, Trauma. 𝕬𝖚𝖙𝖍𝖔𝖗'𝖘 𝕹𝖔𝖙𝖊 : Hey, boo-thangs! Sorry for the late upload. This chapter had me crying but, I'm good. If you want to be in the taglist, comment on the post, request or dm me.✨NEWAYS✨ Hope you all enjoy!

Maybe, arguing and fighting with Bruce wasn't the best idea.

Seriously, you didn't mean to start an entire family meeting in the living room at 0700. Both you and Bruce sat across from each other, glaring and sitting stiffly. You've been sitting in the living room for the past four hours but, you didn't care. If it meant figuring out how to make amends with Bruce and his little night-occupation, you were fine with it.

The living room was tense, all kids filing into the living room and finding spots close enough, and far enough, to stop either you or Bruce, if the issue does escalate. Alfred stepped into the living room, eyes moving between you and Bruce before glancing at the spectators. "Master, would you li-", Alfred was cut off by a sharp tone.

"No."

That was all you needed to say, ignoring all pain that you felt on your body and refusing for the butler to attend your bruises and cleaning the dried blood at the corner of your lip. At you rejection to help, Bruce furrowed his brows deeply, disliking your disregard. "Alfred, go attend them first", Bruce said but quickly, you clicked your tongue. "I said no. I don't need your fucking butler to tend me like some fucking kid, asshole."

Bruce had never seen you reject, much less, disrespect Alfred but, he knew you were just in the heat of the moment--or so, he hoped. Alfred sighed quietly before moving to Bruce, First-Aid kit placed onto the coffee table and started to tend Bruce. Instinctively, Bruce removed his shirt and leaned back into his armrest chair, letting Alfred apply ointment. Your eyes flickered down to Bruce's exposed upper body, noticing the already blooming bruises and that alone made you huff quietly in amusement.

"Weak ass motherfucker. Need some butler to baby him. Boo-hoo", you muttered.

"You sure you don't want to get checked?" You heard Dick ask from beside you, making you look at him before shaking your head. You've experienced worse, you've walked around with worse injuries and you've survived. You turned your gaze back to Bruce, glaring at him. "I'll survive. Felt like I was tickled, for the most part." At your words, Jason looked away from the scene in front of him, lips pursed together as he tried to hold back a smile. Beside Jason, there was a tired Tim that looked at Jason with a look that said he wanted to kill the older boy before hitting Jason's side with his elbow. "Not funny, Jason."

On the other side of Jason, Damian sat beside him, scooted away from the older male but, he was looking at him. Honestly, you weren't sure why he was simply staring at you. There was no intent to kill, no intent to defend his father, and no curiosity coming from his seated form. Cassandra was seated beside Bruce, glancing between you and Bruce, trying to figure out feelings and emotions that either of you might've been feeling.

Beside the quiet whispers and the sound of Alfred tending Bruce, there was silence. It wasn't because anyone was tired, except Tim, or because the commotion started early that morning.

It was simply because there were no words to be exchanged.

In one hand, you felt embarrassed since you ended up fighting on the ground with "your" old man. There was also a sense of guilt, having woken up the entire manor because of your out-of-controlled emotions. Yet, there was a sense of relief that you figured out another valuable piece in the, very and dysfunctional, family.

Bruce, he felt embarrassed and guilty too. He was embarrassed that his first kid had him in a chokehold and the other reason being that both of you were rolling around like pigs in mud. What was hitting Bruce the most was the guilt. Not only did Bruce never reached out to you or looked for you, but he also never had the audacity to think of telling you about the growing family, of what was happening or even telling others of your existence.

"Be honest with me, Bruce. Do you hate me? Have you still not forgiven me for leaving the manor?"

From when you were demanding question prior that morning to know, there was more of a controlled you, sitting across from Bruce. Bruce turned his gaze elsewhere, seemingly avoiding talking to you, making a pain swell on your chest. The pain hurt more than any gunshot you've ever received, any stabbing from a knife, and any surgery you had to under-go. Your cheek twitched, unsure what to make out of Bruce's lack of response.

"You know, I knew. I always knew and I told you, just the day before I left that what you did would kill someone. I was hoping that it'd kill you, to show Dick that jumping on rooftops isn't some kind of game." You said, moving a bit closer to the edge of your seat. Though, your last words caught Dick's attention, making him look at you.

"What? I never treated it like a playground", Dick said, trying to defend himself. You scoff from beside him, turning to look at Dick with an incredulous look on your face. "Dick, you were fucking ten when you started following Bruce around, wanting to be like him and closer. Sure, you were young but, you also knew what a circus was. Jumping rooftops, fighting criminals, and stopping alleyway fights isn't part of being in a circus."

Like a kid getting scolded, Dick fell silent because he knew you were right. "You, just like Bruce, act as if I'm so lost loser. Well, hate to break it but, I am not. Had you still been wearing Robin's costume, I would've known that you and Bruce were still on good terms", you said. Seeing how quiet everyone was and how Alfred froze at my words, only momentarily, you knew you were getting somewhere. Sighing, you stood up and faked a thinking pose, one arm crossing over your chest and your fee hand moving up to cup your chin.

"Let me take a guess, hm? Dick started to see how Bruce acted and how he actually was, left because he got tired of it, which is why Dick never remains too long in the manor." While your words seemed to be spoken like an inference, you chose words that made it sound like common knowledge. "Then, after Dick's departure, came Jason's death, Tim who probably was meant to replace Jason, Duke and Stephanie to be part of this whole child labor, Damian because he's your biological son, and Cassandra because you saw potential. Am I wrong?"

Silence.

It felt as though all you were going to get from anyone was silence. You knew the topic was uncomfortable but, you weren't about to go to field without making amends. You weren't going to let yourself die by the hands of an enemy with the knowledge of having spent time with the family and not coming to terms with anyone.

Your eyes flickered around the room, meeting gazes momentarily before settling your eyes onto the patched-up Bruce. Alfred already packed the First-Aid kit again before leaving the living room, figuring that it should just be you and the family. Taking a deep breath, you asked Bruce, "have you ever thought, no one wants to be you?"

At that statement alone, Dick, Jason, Tim, Cassandra and Damian became stiff. They were the only ones, directly under Bruce's care and "adoption", who were in the room. "Bruce, you do understand, you carry a weight that neither of them," you said while pointing to the five adopted siblings sitting in the living room, "has ever carried. You had a kid die because you chose duty. You had a kid be drained out because you chose duty. You had a kid take a mantle, all because he's blood and trained, because you chose duty. You had a kid trying to keep up with you because you chose duty. You also had two kids, not one... two kids leave because you chose duty."

With each word that came out of your mouth, it only swirled around Bruce's mind. He couldn't form words since the moment you started to speak. It was only then that he realized, he had lost trust from his family because he had lacked in giving attention to the ones closest to him.

Was this why Jason was mad at him after he came back?

Was this why Dick was mad at him after he left the manor?

Was this why you were trying to fix him before disappearing?

Bruce swallowed thickly, making his Adam's apple bob at his neck, trying hard to swallow back the cries and holding back tears in his eyes. With your eyes still fixated onto Bruce, you knew that this wasn't the time for him to have an audience around. You cleared your throat before turning to look at the rest of them, "Dick and Jason... go home. Damian, go get ready for school. Tim, go sleep in your room. Cassandra... call Stephanie and Duke to take you out to the park."

At their own names, they looked up at you, wanting to stay but at your head shake, they all left the living room. You suddenly felt eyes on you, just when you moved to sit down beside Bruce, leaving space between your thighs. Turning your head slightly, you glanced over your shoulder to see Dick and Damian staring at you. Dick's stare was more worrying, and Damian's stare was simply one of wonder. You already imagined Damian coming up to you later, asking how you knew things but, you simply raised your hand and waved both Dick and Damian off in dismissal.

You sat beside Bruce for two hours.

Two whole hours of silence but also, making sure no one was hearing.

Bruce was never good with his emotions and truthfully, you couldn't blame him. With the line of work that either of you had, you barely had time to put your feelings or thoughts first. It always had to be something before you, and it wasn't because either of you were selfless.

Neither you nor Bruce talked, simply basking in the closeness and silence that was finally given to both of you. Bruce kept his head back and gaze up to the ceiling. You, on the other hand, had your elbows on your knees, leaning forwards and eyes on the floor.

When was the last time you had a proper sit-down with Bruce?

When was the last time you called Bruce "dad"?

When was the last time you had enough trust to talk to Bruce?

"You know", you started, not turning your head to see if Bruce was giving you, his attention. "When I first became a Captain, I had an entirely different team, except for Mikhail. There was a rookie that stuck to me, like a Velcro-baby. That boy--he would tell me everything that he did, didn't do... heck, he'd always get me a coffee that was too sweet for me." You smiled at the memory, laughing slightly. It wasn't the happy or amused laugh. It was more bridged towards a sad or longing laugh, one that told of a lost.

You paused momentarily, thinking about the rookie and how practically forced himself into your team. "I used to ignore and push him aside, saying things that I shouldn't have. After a certain mission, he died on the field and for two years, that base was colder than ever." Your hands moved up to the side of your face, curling up and tugging strands of hair that got caught between your fingers. You didn't to but, tears started to spill from your eyes and as you continued to speak, your voice started to shake.

"I regretted everything and felt guilty for what I did to that kid. I didn't mean to kill that kid... he had a future going for him. Had I given that boy attention, given that boy a proper training... maybe, he'd still be alive." Your lips trembled with each word, chest and throat tightening as you pointed where the now unoccupied couch is. "I don't care about you being Batman or some symbolic hero but... I never wanted to see Dick get hurt. I never wanted to see you get hurt but, you and him always came back hurt."

For a moment, you let yourself feel more human and not some robotic Captain that had to hold his bearings. "It was hard for me to see you and Dick come home, half-dead on your feet. Now, hearing that Jason died because of that line of work, all I could think about was that rookie. I know that you feel guilty for letting him die, whether it being intentional or not... but, what if it's Dick next? How about Damian? Or Cassandra? Did you think of Duke, Tim, and Stephanie?"

Slowly, you sat up straight while clearing your throat, trying to regain composure. In a beat, you forgot how to articulate words before exhaling sharply, shoulders falling in defeat. "I don't know them but still, they fall under my responsibility, as the eldest", you admit. "I know you lost people too but, stop losing more of your family. You lost me, you lost Dick, Jason, and who knows if you'll lose Damian. I don't want to die on the field knowing I couldn't forgive my own... dad."

Dad.

It slipped right through your lips but, even when you did realize, you didn't take it back or try to correct yourself. "I never liked seeing you devasted, especially around Grandma Martha's and Grandpa Thomas's death date. It made me sad, always. So, seeing you lose someone else isn't what I want for you..."

Your voice trailed off and, just like before, you didn't expect for Bruce to talk. Sighing, you were ready to just leave but, the unexpected happened.

Bruce pulled you into a hug.

Despite the callouses on the man's hands, Bruce placed them onto your shoulders and turned you slightly towards him before pulling you close. Initially, the hug felt weird but, when you brought your arms up and loosely wrapped them around Bruce's torso, you felt Bruce pull you in tighter. You don't remember the last time Bruce hugged you but, you couldn't stop yourself from sinking into the hug.

You were supposed to be a hardened soldier. A Captain that could keep their bearing but, here you are crying into your father's arms. You buried your face into Bruce's shoulder, tears spilling onto his bare skin, and your hands trembled against Bruce's back.

"I'm sorry, dad. I shouldn't have left... I shouldn't have left you... o-or Dick... or Alfred... I shouldn't ha-have fought with y-yo-you..." You gasped between each of your words, trying your hardest to ask, if not, beg for forgivness.

Bruce held you closer, pulling you impossibly closer to have no space between either of you. "Don't apologize... you were trying to pick the best for Dick and I... I should be asking for forgiveness... You were just a kid who's seen too much..."

You knew, and Bruce also knew, building back trust wasn't going to be easy.

Though, if you both could come to terms on one thing...

It's to protect the family.

Protect Dick.

Protect Jason.

Protect Tim.

Protect Stephanie.

Protect Duke.

Protect Cassandra.

And protect Damian.

"You can let go now, Bruce."

"A little longer."

"No, I have to go to work."

"Just, two more minutes."

"Bruce, my body is in pain."

"Should've let Alfred check on you, earlier."

𝔇𝔦𝔳𝔦𝔡𝔢𝔯𝔰 : From Pinterest 𝔗𝔞𝔤𝔩𝔦𝔰𝔱 : @majoringinfanfiction @starrydustedwinter @valinat @takahasiren @maaaahhhiii @andraax2 @st4rrypremium

𝓟𝓡𝓔𝓥𝓘𝓞𝓤𝓢𝓛𝓨 𝓒𝓞𝓝𝓣𝓘𝓝𝓤𝓐𝓣𝓘𝓞𝓝

𝓓𝓐𝓣𝓔 : 06/14/2026

𝓔𝓓𝓘𝓣𝓔𝓓 : N/A

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𝖲𝖾𝖺𝗌𝗈𝗇 𝖮𝗇𝖾 - 𝖢𝖧𝖠𝖯𝖳𝖤𝖱 𝖲𝖤𝖵𝖤𝖭: 𝖣𝖤𝖠𝖣𝖫𝖸 𝖢𝖮𝖬𝖥𝖮𝖱𝖳

𝕭𝖗𝖎𝖊𝖋 : Maybe facing the truth wasn't right, at the moment but, at least you can make amends elsewhere. 𝕻𝖆𝖎𝖗𝖎𝖓𝖌𝖘 : Platonic! Batfamily x Eldest-Sib!Reader 𝖂𝖆𝖗𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖌𝖘 : Cursing, Fighting, Slight talk of death 𝕬𝖚𝖙𝖍𝖔𝖗'𝖘 𝕹𝖔𝖙𝖊 : If you want to be in the taglist, comment on the post, request or dm me.✨NEWAYS✨ Hope you all enjoy!

Once you had both of your families near you, you couldn't wait anymore and felt yourself get too anxious. It was only a week after you introduced your team to the family, deciding to go back to working as an active Captain. Seriously, you can last not showering for a month but, not being on base?

When you announced going back to working, Dick didn't take it all too good. He was between the feelings of anger, disappointment, and denial. It's only been a month, and he barely had a sibling-bonding-moment with you. Couldn't you wait but, your response to his questions were just sighs and soft "no"s. Eventually, the day of returning to base, you and Dick came to terms.

"You'll visit?"

"If I have time."

"You'll tell Alfred?"

"I live here, Dick. I'll come by when I can."

"How far is the base?"

"An hour and a half away."

"You'll miss me, right? You aren't going to replace me?"

At Dick's last questions, you stopped readjusting your uniform and looked at him. You didn't glance, didn't flicker your eyes back and forth--you looked at him. Your hand went slack against your uniform before reaching out and placing it onto Dick's head, ruffling it slightly.

"Now, who could replace you? No one can beat you in being annoying."

"Hey!"

Currently, it's been a few days since you left the manor with your team, thanking Alfred for adapting to the sudden move-ins and move-outs. Also, you thanked Bruce, sharing three-to-ten words with each other. Occasionally, while in your new office, you wondered why Bruce had avoided you that entire month in the manor but, you simply let that topic go.

Now, going with the issue in hand--you didn't understand why your Major was trying to send your team to a death-mission. You were certain that he had gotten a message about your team's refusal and departure but, he hasn't reached out. Not only that, but the Major was also the one who had told you to be redeployed.

You groaned, slamming a stack of papers down onto your desk before leaning back, frowning deeply. "Why?"

"Maybe, Major hated our guts?" Derrick said casually, sitting by an open window in your office and smoking.

Denis shook his head, "would've just killed all of us in the spot, if he did."

On your office couch, Maia was seated there with her laptop on her lap, fingers moving across the keys. Both Chelsea and Sydney were at either side of Maia, leaning against Maia's shoulders and napping. You glanced over the couch before catching Maia's eyes, leaning forward and resting your elbows against the wooden desk. "Did you find anything about the mission, yet?" Your question wasn't answered immediately from the woman, telling you more than anything else could.

"Captain", Mikhail's voice coming from the doorway, papers in hand as he entered the office. The First Lieutenant's boots hit the tiled floors heavily, moving to approach the desk before standing beside you. Once Mikhail was beside you, you stood up, looked at Mikhail before taking hold of the papers in his hand. "It isn't what you're looking for but, I was able to contact base and was told Major was out... something about completing a transaction with a long-time friend", Mikhail said.

You frowned at the papers in hand, photos of unopened loads of supplies being put into an aircraft. Supplies, before you left base, were counted but... this was excessive, even for the Major. You lowered you hand and looked back at Mikhail, "any specific?" "The Middle East, heading towards Maldives, sir."

Now, you were more confused. For the longest, being in that base, you never knew Major had connections in Maldives. "Something isn't adding up. Maia, get all supply inventory list from these past eight months. Details on who placed in requests and who brought them." Maia hummed, getting to work immediately.

You weren't sure when time had passed by but, you left the base for the night and went back to the manor. Once at the manor, you didn't go to you room immediately, it was impossible for you to sleep with what was going on. Out of muscle memory and through your mind blurred with thoughts, you made your way to the manor's library, making your way through it in the dark. You got to a certain bookshelf with a statue, same one you used to see Bruce stand in front of when you were younger, before tugging down the head.

It was like going down memory lane, the same day you had gotten curious at Bruce's and Dick's night-outs. You slowly made your way down the spiraling stone staircase, footsteps echoing through the deep descend to the Batcave. Once you got to the foot of the stairs, you stepped further into the dimly lit hall, eventually getting to a door and pushing it open.

The air in the cave was cold, biting uncomfortably at your fingertips but, you knew you'd survive. The lights in the cave made it less dark, illuminating each corner and every crevice. You've only been down into the Batcave two times, one when Bruce was away and the other, you were caught. You were practically banded from the Batcave but now, ten years later, you didn't care.

In front of the huge monitor and other smaller monitors, you saw the familiar figure sitting. Bruce. You would think that he was out and about on Gotham's street but, he simply sat there in his costume, cowl off to the side, and fingers moving along the keys of the Bat-Computer. "No patrol, tonight? Is the world ending or something?"

Your words caught Bruce's attention, making him stop what he was doing and look at you. "You shouldn't be here", he said lowly. You rolled your eyes at him, "thought the ban was lifted. It's been ten years and you still hold it over my head." Bruce simply hummed at your words and continued doing what he was doing previously, accepting that you were going to remain for the night. As Bruce worked, you stared at him, frown forming on your face.

It's been so long since you've spoken to Bruce and now, with the unsettling silence between both grown adults, you didn't know what to say or do. The last time either of you spoke to each other, was when you both had a screaming match. That night, you saw Dick injured and that made you upset, causing you to tell Bruce about your knowledge of what he does and scolding him for not protecting Dick properly. Ever since, neither of you sat in the same room for too long.

"How come... why did you never reached out, Bruce?"

Bruce never expected you to question him, never good with answer. Though, this question, he wasn't sure what to say.

Silence.

The lack of response made your frown deepen, fist curling tightly at your sides.

"Did you forget me? All because I chose to leave?"

Again.

Silence.

"Aren't I your first kid? Did you even wonder where I was? Didn't Alfred tell you?"

You were starting to hate the silence, the tension, the stillness of the Batcave and Bruce. Lights played with Bruce's shadow and silhouette, flickering and flashing slightly of different colors.

"Were you ever going to reach out to me? Think of telling me about all the rest of your adopted kids and biological? I'm not sure what to do with a bunch of strangers, whom I have to adjust to and start treating like, they're my brother or sister." Your voice started to raise a bit, yet there was no shakiness. Unlike when you were younger, your voice would shake from raising or when you felt immense emotions. But now, you grew hard and knew how to work around it.

"You had ten years, Bruce. Ten years to at least look for me with all these fuck-ass equipment. Yet, you chose to replace me with other stray kids, went on with your life to make a demon-child, and managed to slither them into becoming vigilantes."

Bruce finally stood from the seat and turned to look at you, eyes narrow and hardened with a glare. In truth, you spoke truth but, there were accusations that Bruce wasn't going to take. He spoke up with a low voice, almost like gravel, "you also had ten years."

You scoffed before gesturing to him with your hand, "you try having to save an entire country, Bruce. You might be Gotham's savior but, I'm the one who prevents Gotham from disappearing from the face of the Earth."

"Had you not left, maybe you would have met everyone else", Bruce said.

"Oh, please. Had I not left, you would've had me dressing up like some animal, probably have me meowing like some cat, and eating from a can. You aren't the only one with a shitty life." Your words echoed through the cave, bouncing off the walls before sliding into Bruce's ear. He knew you had grown without certain things in life, saw death with your own two eyes but, he did also. The only difference between you and him...

You kill and have blood on your hands.

You knew the feeling of pain, regret, having nightmare, having the dead haunt you but, you didn't run from it. You learned to make amends with it, not fight the spirits and guilt that attacked you.

Bruce wasn't good with emotions, he never knew how to express it with anyone, leaving people guessing. When Bruce was younger, Alfred had to guess, at every given moment, what Bruce was thinking or feeling.

“You’re right, I’m not the only one but”, Bruce paused momentarily, thinking of how to continue his sentence. “Try-… Try losing two of your own kids. One who left mad at you, and the other who died, came back and is angry.” At Bruce’s statement, you were confused since you only understood part of what he said. That’s when you asked, “who?”

Bruce's momentum faltered, fallen silent immediately but, he kept his gaze locked with yours. Whether it was Dick or, anyone else under Bruce's care, you had to know. It was almost instinctive for you to get irritated and protective over whomever Bruce was referring. Sensing that Bruce wouldn't answer, you took a small step back before storming out of the Batcave. Quickly, Bruce started to follow from behind, trying to get you to stop whatever you were thinking to do.

"You don't need to know." Bruce said from behind.

You shook your head, taking two steps at a time. "Shut up! You don't get to say anything!"

As you and Bruce ascended the stairs, you both continued going back and forth. You telling Bruce to shut up and Bruce trying to stop you. Once back inside the manor's library, you picked up your pace and stomped your way through the hallways. You didn't mean to wake up the sleeping residents but, you did with your hurried and heavy steps, eyes blazing with anger.

Soon, you got to your destination. Dick's room. Just when you were about to knock on the wooden tall door, Bruce placed his hand on your bicep, pulling you to a stop. His hand felt hard against your arm, grip tightening with each passing second. Telling you to stop was one thing but, physically... you never took that lightly. Immediately, without much think and full instinct, you turned around and punched Bruce in the face.

Now, that was the start of an entire commotion.

Bruce released your arm and stumbled back, hand rising to touch the side of his face. He was certain that it'd bruise but, he didn't care since he's had worse. In retaliation, Bruce looked at you before lowering himself and lunged at you, his shoulder burying itself right under your ribs. You groaned out loud as you felt the wind get knocked out of you after Bruce made contact and both fell to the ground. Unbeknownst to either of you, Alfred, Dick, Jason, Tim, Cassandra, and Damian woke up from the loud thud.

Neither of you heard the hurried steps, Dick's room door opening or the voices of trying to stop the fight. You and Bruce fought on the floor, both equally experienced in combat. Punches landed on your face, your sides, and anywhere that was near Bruce's hands. You didn't let yourself get beaten by the older man, getting your equal fair share of punches at Bruce's ribcage, kneeing him in the stomach, and kicking his back with the heel of your boot as you had your legs wrapped around his torse.

"You fucker! Fucking let go! I'll fucking kill you! You let one of them-!" You spoke between pants but, you were cut off by a headbutt to your face, causing you to bite your tongue. Your head lolled to the side from impact but, you refused to let Bruce win.

"Listen, damn-it! You don't need to know that! It wasn't something you need to know!" Bruce's words were just as loud as yours, face red from exerting too much. Despite Bruce's words, you still fought and eventually, finding an opening, you wrapped your dominant arm around Bruce's neck, keeping his head pressed down with your other arm, and actively cut off his airway.

Immediately, your eyes looked up, registering the horrified looks both you and Bruce were receiving. No, now isn't the time to stop. Your eyes flickered to Dick, arms around Bruce tightening as the man struggled. "Dick! You better fucking answer my question! Who fucking died?!"

At your shout, Dick jumped before stuttering. He was confused of what was happening, watching you and Bruce fighting roughly. Dick had never seen Bruce be dominated by someone but, here you are, having Bruce in a tight headlock.

"I- Uhm-"

"Dick! If you don't answer, I'll kill Bruce! I can and will! Who died?!" At your declaration of killing Bruce, Alfred, Jason, Cassandra, and Damian stiffened while thinking of whether you would or not. Your eyes remained on Dick, wide in anger and nowhere comforting, making Dick's eyes fill with tears.

A beat...

Two beats...

Three-

"It was me."

At the answer, you released Bruce from the headlock before pushing him aside, ignoring the way Alfred, Cassandra, and Damian rushed to Bruce. You finally looked away from Dick and looked at Jason, brows furrowed deeply and face still red. In Jason's eyes, he never seen someone fight for him, the way you did against Bruce. How did you know of his death? He doesn't know but, didn't matter.

From where you sat on the floor, chest rising and falling, you stared at Jason with intense eyes. You knew he didn't need the pity but, he needed to know that he had someone who sided with him. Slowly, after a moment, you rose to your feet and up to your fullest height before moving towards Jason. You didn't ask to approach or get near; it was more instinct before you reached out to the male. Carefully, you wrapped your arm around Jason's shoulders before pulling him into a loose hug, one where he could easily escape from.

"I won't ask how but", you stopped, pausing to think of your next words.

"I'm sorry... Had I been here, known of you... you wouldn't have to go through it... Fuck, I'm sorry."

Jason didn't say anything, keeping his head low while leaning his forehead against your chest. With just what you said, Jason knew you felt guilty for being absent. Maybe, just maybe, in some other universe... he didn't die. Thinking of such thing, Jason became tense before shuffling closer, shaking hands rising to wrap around you and gripping your uniform's jacket.

Maybe, you would've saved him...

Maybe, you would've comforted him...

Maybe, you would've reassured him...

Maybe, you would've protected him...

Maybe...

Just maybe...

You'd kill Joker for him...

𝔇𝔦𝔳𝔦𝔡𝔢𝔯𝔰 : From Pinterest 𝔗𝔞𝔤𝔩𝔦𝔰𝔱 : @majoringinfanfiction @starrydustedwinter @valinat @takahasiren @andraax2 @maaaahhhiii @st4rrypremium

𝓟𝓡𝓔𝓥𝓘𝓞𝓤𝓢𝓛𝓨 𝓒𝓞𝓝𝓣𝓘𝓝𝓤𝓐𝓣𝓘𝓞𝓝

𝓓𝓐𝓣𝓔 : 06/13/2026

𝓔𝓓𝓘𝓣𝓔𝓓 : N/A

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𝖲𝖾𝖺𝗌𝗈𝗇 𝖮𝗇𝖾 - 𝖢𝖧𝖠𝖯𝖳𝖤𝖱 𝖲𝖨𝖷 (𝖯𝖠𝖱𝖳 𝖳𝖶𝖮): 𝖸𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖥𝖺𝗆𝗂𝗅𝗒 𝗈𝗋 𝖬𝗒 𝖥𝖺𝗆𝗂𝗅𝗒

𝕭𝖗𝖎𝖊𝖋 : You weren't one to abandon a family but, you were stuck between a sword and wall. You had to pick and when it comes down to it all... you picked... 𝕻𝖆𝖎𝖗𝖎𝖓𝖌𝖘 : Platonic! Batfamily x Eldest-Sib!Reader 𝖂𝖆𝖗𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖌𝖘 : None. 𝕬𝖚𝖙𝖍𝖔𝖗'𝖘 𝕹𝖔𝖙𝖊 : I know this is a short chapter, that some characters might seem ooc but, trust me. If you want to be in the taglist, comment on the post, request or dm me.✨NEWAYS✨ Hope you all enjoy!

Three weeks...

It took three weeks to go back to the manor but this time, you brought back your own people.

Why? Well, lets have a small recap.

Once you left the manor, called a cab and arrived at the base, you waited for your team. It took them two days to get to Gotham's Private Marine Corp Base but, through it all, you waited. You didn't dare to close your eyes, get a wink of sleep, take a bite of food or interact with anyone--you simply sat outside on a plastic chair, near the helipad and eyes looking up at the sky. You waited for the air shift, the sound, anything to notify you of your team's arrival.

Once they arrived at the base, you didn't take them to the manor immediately. For an entire week, you were practically hovering each and every one of them, making them all nervous when they felt your stare on them. Quite literally, you were breathing down their necks and making sure they were fine and adapting well to Gotham.

"Are you okay?"

"Do you need something?"

Do you feel comfortable? I can switch; I don't mind."

These were the constant questions that you were saying for the first week of their arrival. By the second week, you were introducing them to Gotham's streets, assuring each one of them to not act rashly because of the chaos in Gotham.

"So, what you're saying is-" Pop started off, hesitance and fear lacing her words. Her soul was practically leaving her body through her agape mouth.

"Getting attacked or kidnap is normal?" Orion asked in confusion. Eyes glancing between you and Pop, making sure the youngest of the team didn't faint. Sling and Jolly were behind Pop, poking and laughing at her while saying something of being a "weak soul". Eventually, Pounder stepped in and simply had to clear his throat to stop the active teasing. On the other side of Pop, Maia was rubbing Pop's arm, whispering words of comfort to ease the girl.

By the third week, you finally started to settle, readjusting yourself with having your team nearby. Also, you occasionally gave each of them the "do's" and "don'ts" of the manor.

When the time came, you finally took your team to the manor. Seriously, you weren't sure how anyone would react but, you were ready for everything and everything besides, you had to adapt for each issue.

It was a rainy Saturday morning, three-in-the-morning to be exact, Gotham's skies darker than ever but, it didn't stop you or team from taking one of the military trucks and driving it to the manor--bags filling each crevice and space in the truck. Once Orion parked the truck, just in front of the manor's entrance, you cleared your throat to grab the team's attention. "Alright, boys and girls. No funny business. We are going inside, don't make a ruckus, and don't break anything. Clear?"

Instinctively, everyone, beside Maia, said "yes sir" before getting out the truck and grabbing their own personal bags. You took both Maia's and Pop's bags, offering to help them and letting them stand under the only umbrella. The only reason why you didn't offer to help Jolly was because you knew that she scaled up the ranks to prove people wrong.

Slowly approaching the door, you pulled a key from your uniform's jacket pocket before inserting, turning the key slowly and then, pushing the door open. While you weren't sure who was in the manor, who was sleeping or, who was awake, you gave everyone a signal to follow you. Behind everyone, Pounder fell back to close and lock the door then, fallen back into the group. Just when you started to ascend the main staircase of the manor, you stiffened when the lights turned on.

"Good morning, Master. I see you've brought your guests."

Slowly, as if you were back to younger years, you turned you head to the old man, frown etching itself onto your face. Figuring that you couldn't escape Alfred, you sighed before motioning with one full hand to the man. "That's Alfred. The butler of the manor", you said to the team before motioning to your team and saying, "this is my team. They'll be staying here with me, for the time being. I'll make sure to be out of your hair, with them, soon."

From the top of the stairs, Alfred simply hummed in acknowledgement before speaking up again. "The guest rooms, on your side of the hall, are ready to be occupied. Do try to get some sort of rest." At Alfred's acceptance, your tense shoulders fell before you muttered a quiet, "yes sir". As you and your team started to ascend the stairs again, Sling slipped beside you.

"You have a butler?"

"He's not my butler."

"Still a butler, though."

"I'll have you sleep with in a doghouse, Derrick."

At the sound of Sling's legal name, the man cringed before saying, "no, thank you" behind you. Once up the stairs and at the hallway, you designated Orion, Pounder, Maia, Pop, Jolly, and Sling a guest room before retiring to your own. Inside your room, you closed the door behind you before removing your uniform and moved to the bathroom, deciding to take a shower. If there was one person who could last three weeks without showering, reeking of sweat, it'd be you. If you were able to survive a month without showering, all because you didn't want to waste water supply on yourself while on a mission, three weeks isn't a big issue.

After showering, changing into shorts and a tank top, you made your way to bed and immediately, you fell asleep. With your team near you, near enough for you to shoot out of bed and rush to them, sleep came to you easier. Your family was safe. They were safe under the same roof you were under.

You didn't mean to sleep so deeply but, due to being in deep sleep, Alfred woke you up. When woken up, you groaned deeply, barley registering Alfred's words or when the blinds were opened, making your eyes blur further. Alfred ushered you out of bed, saying something about how "everyone on was waiting". For that moment, you felt like you were back to being fifteen, getting woken up and ushered to eat breakfast. Arriving down to the dining room, what you didn't expect to see was a full table. On one end of the table, Bruce, Dick, Jason, Tim, Stephanie, Cassandra, Duke, and Damian were seated with suspicious and cautious expressions on their face. Now, on the other side, Maia, Mikhail (Orion), Denis (Pounder), Chelsea (Pop), Sydney (Jolly), and Derrick (Sling) were seated and they were enjoying the plate of full food in front of them. As you walked past the side of the "Wayne" family, you muttered a quiet "good morning", yawning slightly. Though, as you got to the other side of the table, pulling a chair out between Derrick and Jason, you settled down before reaching over the table.

While everyone, outside of the team, thought you were reaching for a plate of food--your team knew otherwise.

With an arm extended, Mikhail from across you reached out, meeting you at the middle and snapped his palm against yours.

SNAP.

At the single hand clap, both of you instinctively performed your handshake before retreating your hands. From across the table, Bruce stared with narrowed eyes, watching you silently interact with your team. Although Chelsea was across the table, right beside Mikhail, you still placed food on her plate, ignoring the reluctant look on the female's face. Afterwards, you filled both Derrick's and Sydney's glasses with water from a nearby water pitcher. You glanced at Denis, only to get a headshake from the man, before looking to Maia and watched her quietly point at the pepper. Quickly, you reached over, grabbed the pepper before motioning to Derrick to pass it down.

That was your domain.

You knew their needs, even when nit spoken.

You knew your people and you obviously took pride in it.

Bruce's hand tightened around his fork, knuckles turning white but, what he didn't see was the look on Dick's, Jason's, Tim's, Stephanie's, Cassandra's, Duke's and Damian's faces.

Jason was confused, thinking of why you were acting different. You barely interacted with anyone, even Dick. It was strange watching move fluidly with your team.

Tim was surprised how you were able to read the silence of your team. You were giving them everything they needed, without batting an eye or asking. Just silence.

Stephanie found it sweet. You were a Captain but, you didn't hold your rank over your team's head and flaunted it.

Cassandra read you and your team. You looked more relaxed and nowhere near tense. Your team, they seemed content to be served by their Captain.

Duke simply stared for a moment before resuming his meal, not minding the added presence at the table.

Damian, much like Bruce, saw the difference. For a Captain who is used to seeing near-death situations, a Captain who looked ready to kill three weeks ago, you moved too freely. Too vulnerable, for his liking.

Now, Dick.

You lived with him for nearly seven years, almost seven years, and you looked different with your team. You acted more like an older sibling, almost like a parental figure and that... it was enough to make him feel envy.

You were closer to them, you looked content to be there with them, they didn't seem to bother you or test your patience. It made his heart ache, wishing he could restore his time with you but, Dick knew better. It's been ten years, neither of you knew how to connect with a topic or something. It felt wrong. As if, you never existed in their family.

Did you leave to build your own family?

Did you leave and replaced him?

Yoou wouldn't do that...

Right?

"Are you going to introduce them, to us?"

That question, coming from Bruce, sliced the tension that you didn't realize. You looked up from your plate, looking over to Bruce before humming and pointing towards your team. One-by-one, you went down the list of your team. "My First Lieutenant, Mikhail. Denis, my Second Lieutenant. My two Sergeants, Sydney and Derrick. My Private, Chelsea. Then, there's Maia. She's my team's Operation Handler."

There was a tone in your voice, one of pride, one of praise, one of care, and one of deep love amongst them. You nodded to yourself, proud of your team's introduction before looking over to Bruce's side of the table, pointing again. "Over there, we have Bruce, Jason, Tim, Duke, Stephanie, Cassandra, Damian and then, there's Dick. Mikhail, remember the photo I showed you when were inn bootcamp? That little kid in the photo, that was Dick at ten-years-old", you said while turning to look at the First Lieutenant.

Dick stiffened in his seat, unsure of what to do with Mikhail's eyes now on him. The Russian man looked over, eyes drilling holes through Dick before laughing and looking back to you, "really? Wouldn't have expected that boy to be him." You hummed while nodding, small smile tugging at your face. Looking over, Dick stared at you and slowly, he relaxed.

You didn't...

You never did...

You could never...

You would never replace him.

Dick was certain with that thought, small pride and smile forming on his face before speaking up from across the table. "You have a photo of me? Since when?" At Dick's question, you thought for a moment before turning to him, shrugging your shoulders, "it was the awkward family picture that was on Bruce's desk."

At those words alone, Bruce was looking at you again, frown deep on his face. "I thought, I lost that photo", Bruce said. "No, I took it. I looked weird in it and didn't want or need you to get it in a bigger size to hang up", you said truthfully.

"You did look horrible", Mikhail said.

You looked over to him, eyes narrowing onto the man. "You aren't helping my case."

"Never intended to help you."

You sighed at Mikhail but, what you didn't expect was to have your entire team on you.

It started with Derrick saying, "you should see Captain's bootcamp photo."

From beside him, Sydney cringed, remembering seeing the said picture. "Yeah, you looked rough."

"I can show it", Maia said while taking out her phone.

Denis and Chelsea stayed quiet, not wanting to be involved in whatever is happening. You, on the other hand, snapped your head to the lady.

"Don't you dare, woman."

Bruce and Dick were intrigued, never seeing you during your bootcamp era. Jason was simply intrigue because he'd have something to blackmail you with. Cassandra and Stephanie were just excited to see more about the captain. Tim and Duke didn't bat an eye or cared much. Damian, though, you looked uninterested but, with the way his eyes flickered between you and Maia, he wanted to know.

Finally, you gave in, letting Mikhail and Maia take the lead of telling and showing what you were like before being a Captain. From where you sat, you watched how both families seemed to blend in. Despite the still standing uncertainties, they found a common ground, and you didn't stop it. As you leaned back into your seat, you lifted a hand and rested it over your heart, thumb gently rubbing the spot over the tank top.

You'll adjust...

You'll adapt...

You'll have to re-learn how to be a sibling to Dick and to the rest...

Learn how to be a son to Bruce...

Learn to forgive certain faults but, for now...

This will be enough.

𝔇𝔦𝔳𝔦𝔡𝔢𝔯𝔰 : From Pinterest 𝔗𝔞𝔤𝔩𝔦𝔰𝔱 : @majoringinfanfiction @starrydustedwinter @valinat @takahasiren @maaaahhhiii @andraax2 @st4rrypremium

𝓟𝓡𝓔𝓥𝓘𝓞𝓤𝓢𝓛𝓨 𝓒𝓞𝓝𝓣𝓘𝓝𝓤𝓐𝓣𝓘𝓞𝓝

𝓓𝓐𝓣𝓔 : 06/12/2026

𝓔𝓓𝓘𝓣𝓔𝓓 : N/A