Start of the Sandman x Male reader/oc (no use of names other than mythological titles) that I'm working on! It's situated in the comic starting on #42 (p sure it's that issue at least).
Wanted to post the whole thing on Tuesday October 11th cus it was my birthday but I didn't get to finish it :( so Enjoy a small peek!! It'll be also posted on ao3 I think lol. Very soon!! And I Will finish this one.
I've hit a huge writer's block but have been slowly rewriting and editing the series that I have posted as of now (sucker, 1st ch of notion) and have decided to completely delete them as of now to make my life a little easier, knowing these aren't posted anywhere anymore will be giving me more time to remake them better without feeling chained up to a deadline. The projects will be posted back again at some point or at least I believe so, I cannot promise that I won't lose my passion for them but I will try my best not to. For now, I'll go back to posting one shots.
Yada yada, requests are open and all that shit. Thank u for all the ppl who have been following in the past months, it's crazy.
Hey will you continue your SUCKER series I really love it I can't ever find any Trans male x batboys and I'm hoping you have plans to continue it?
Yes, I will! Just give me some time, I will be soon editing the first parts and writing more! It has just been very busy months since I got held back at my last year of school and I'm trying to do my best while trying to find a job and keeping my social life active. I'll have some time free soon, in the mean time let me know if you want to see something specific happen on the series!
while I exclusively write male!character x male!reader, I am open to write platonic pieces for characters of any gender.
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It might not be explicit or even important to the plot but most, if not all, of my readers works are about a trans and/or autistic reader. I am both and a lot of what I write is from my own experiences, and I started this blog because I wanted to read more stuff I could relate to.
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hey can you do a damian wayne fic where reader is a trans/autistic titan and they’re dealing with balancing school and hero work or just got done with a bad fight?
Here! I'm sorry for the wait, hit a pretty big writer's block. As an apology I also wrote another Damian fic, as a treat. Sorry!!
I'm not too knowledgeable on titans comics besides the way older ones so I used the lineup from the animated universe? Hope this is fine!
Everyone was in the big living room. Raven was sitting on the couch alone, reading a book with earphones on. Gar and Jaime were jumping around and annoying Damian. Kory and Dick were in their little corner, whispering in each other’s ears and giggling.
Y/N was sitting on the floor with his back against the couch, books and notebooks were scattered around the small table. Words and numbers flew around on the pages as he tried to focus on them. He knew he had to be quicker. The homework was due in a few hours and this was the first break he had free since it had been assigned. Apparently, villains aren’t considerate enough to leave teenage heroes’ time for homework.
All the surrounding noise wasn’t helping, either. He could faintly hear the music coming out Of Raven’s earphones and Starfire’s laughs. Gar’s screams of joy and Jaime trying to stop him, their shoes against the floor. Damian’s complaining and the toaster going off, the TV turned on for no reason, the scrapping of the pen against the paper, his irregular breathing.
He was regretting accepting Dick’s invitation to spend family time.
Cold hands on his back disrupted him from zoning out. Turning around, he found worry where he never thought he would: Damian’s eyes. It was the first time he had seen the boy showing anything other than annoyance or one of his triumphant smiles when sparring. It was new.
While Damian’s social skills were lacking, he was very perceptive, and he could tell how one was feeling with one of his not-so-subtle looks. Still, it always surprised him when the boy acted on his knowledge.
It’s not like he and Damian were extremely close, sure they interacted daily and had excellent teamwork, but they just never had the opportunity to deepen the relationship, as much as he hoped for it to happen.
Robin’s hand raised from resting on his side, holding it out for the boy to take it. The other hand was still on his teammate’s back. Suddenly the room was silent, everyone’s eyes on them.
The stares felt even worse than the noise. It was embarrassing enough to be almost having a meltdown over homework in front of all of your friends, but now they were looking at him and Damian as if they grew new heads. He got it, really. The guy never seemed to care about others and now he was asking for his hands. It was weird. But the stares combined with the silence didn’t feel necessary.
So Y/N accepted the hand that, with surprising strength, helped him stand and, without a word, led him out of the room.
They kept walking down the hallway to the dorms area. Damian’s determined walk was reassuring when he felt so lost in himself. The new silence was far more comfortable and the warming up of their hands distracted him enough to not think about the fact it was Damian Wayne, the son of Batman and heir to the demon, who was caring about him.
In his bedroom, their hands fell apart. He felt a bit disappointed as what was grounding him was gone. As he sat on the bed, he looked up once again, calmer than before. Damian avoided his eyes, and he secretly hoped it was shyness.
“You should be more aware of your limits,” he said, obvious. “How can we trust you’re capable on the field if you can’t tell when it’s time to quit?”
Despite the harsh words, he laughed, understanding the worry behind them. With a nod, he agrees. They talked nothing else about it as Damian leaves the room and he goes to sleep. But when he woke up the next morning with a pile of finished homework and his favorite pastry sitting on his desk, Y/N knew Damian cared even more than he let on that night.
don't normally write romantically abt Damian cus He's 14 and Its weird but I owed this to anon. Just keep that in mind!
there's a small misgendering part but it's more of a "I wrongly assumed my brother was straight" way than transphobic.
“I believe Master Damian has something to say,” Alfred interrupted the conversation, after seeing the doubtful eyes of the young man. The entire table stopped and looked directly at Damian, who was trying to remain calm.
“Yes. Thank you, Alfred,” said the boy, his voice cracking slightly and hands shaking. He truly hated not being in control of his emotions and was thankful no one had teased him about his demeanor yet. If they did, he would have lied and pretended they were crazy for implying Someone Like Him could ever feel nervous at a gathering. “I would like to introduce you all to the person I’m involved with next week,” he confessed finally.
Everyone was too surprised to speak, and for a few seconds, Damian regretted even thinking about the possibility of his partner meeting his family.
The first one to react was Dick, who, with a smile and thumbs-up, agreed to be there and let Barbara know, too. In front of him, Cass shot him a warm smile, one they both knew was comfort. Tim kept eating his meal, surprise in his eyes, while Stephanie was giggling. Duke’s hand touched his shoulder in support for a second.
Jason exploded in laughs, “Little man got himself a girlfriend? I gotta see this.”
Damian wanted to correct his brother but words weren’t able to come out: there was one last person who needed to react to the petition and he was the one the boy was more nervous about.
Bruce Wayne, who sat at the head of the table, had said nothing since Alfred’s comment. His gaze was lost somewhere, deep in thought and frowning.
Sweating off a need for approval and with yet another crack of his voice, he spoke. “What do you think, father?”
After being spoken to by his youngest son, Bruce turned to him and grinned. “Of course, son. I would love to meet her.”
...
“So you didn’t tell him,” he said with a hint of a smile. He wasn’t angry. He knew how hard it was for Damian to do this, and how much he was worried about his family’s approval.
“I’m sorry, beloved. Words just wouldn’t come out..”
“I get it, corazón,” he reassured. “They’ll love you forever, you know that, yes?”
“My father is pretty strict,” Damian spoke, hands shaking and breath quickening.
“Well, if he accepted Timothy and Cassandra, why wouldn’t he accept you?”
“They’re not like me. I’m supposed to be-“
“Legacy, yes,” the boy interrupted his wrecking boyfriend. “You’re more than that, though. I believe they will be okay if you’re not everything they expect you to be.”
“What if they’re not? What if I’m not?”
“Then I’ll be here,” Y/N whispered before leaving a kiss on his boyfriend’s cheek and locking their hands together. “Let’s do this?”
Damian nodded and, without letting his partner’s hand go, he knocked on the door. Alfred opened immediately. Of course, he had seen them get there on the front camera. He had been waiting close to the door to get it once you two were ready. The butler greeted the guest with a smile that was reciprocated.
“It’s very nice to meet you, Mr. Pennyworth. Now I know who to thank for the best reheated meals I’ve ever stolen,” the boy spoke first, making the man laugh.
“My pleasure, Mr…,” he left room for the young man to answer.
“His name is Y/N,” Damian answered.
“Mr. Y/N, you may call me Alfred. You are part of the family now,” the man turned around and started walking, signaling the kids to follow him. “Come now, everyone is expecting you.”
Alfred pretended not to hear when Y/N whispered, “See? that wasn’t so bad.”
The dining room was as loud as ever, giggles coming from the younger side of the table while the older ones talked between them about unimportant stuff, all waiting for the youngest among them to show up. And just like last time, Alfred cleared his throat, making everyone look at him in silence. Right behind, following, they saw Damian Wayne and an unknown boy holding hands. The unfamiliar nervousness coming from the boy all of them had always known as the most confident was perplexing and, for some of them, even funny.
The new boy held up his free hand, waving. Dick quickly got up from his seat and walked to them, holding both boys in a firm embrace once close. With a big smile, he introduced himself and stole Damian’s boyfriend from his hands, holding him by the shoulders and leading him to the assigned seat between Dick and Barbara and in front of Damian.
Everyone introduced themselves politely, even Jason, who looked a bit confused and embarrassed. However, he was still a victim to the judgmental eyes of Cassandra Cain, who was trying to decipher the boy’s intentions. He knew this was going to happen, Damian had warned him. He shot her a smile.
Dinner was far from normal, Y/N quickly learned the family was too chaotic for its own good. Stephanie and Duke tried to start a food fight more than once, despite being shot a disapproving look from Bruce every time.. Dick and Barbara couldn’t stop talking about their new dog, Dick had taken out his wallet which had only two bills and several pictures of Hailey. He had placed them all on the table while Barbara told the boy what was happening when each of them was taken.
At some point in the night, Tim and Jason had started fighting and kicking each other under the table. Cassandra got up and walked to each of them to punch them in their arms, signaling to stop. The only silent people at the table were Alfred, Kate, Bruce, and Damian, who had taken his time to eat.
After desert and all the fighting, everyone moved to the living where some more serious talk took place. Everyone wanted to know more about Y/N, asking him about his family and relationship with Damian.
“Damian,” Bruce said softly, standing beside him in a corner of the room. He was looking at you from there, leaving you to meet the family on your own. “Can we talk in my office?”
The boy agreed, walking before his father to the room in question. Inside, he sat on the sofa in front of the desk while his father sat on the desk, looking down at him.
“Is everything alright, Father?”
“Why didn’t you tell me?” he asked.
“I’m sorry, father,” Damian whispered. “I just wanted to be sure you wouldn’t..”
Bruce quickly understood. “I’m not like that, Son. You know that.”
He nodded, avoiding his father’s eyes. Bruce stood up, his hand traveled to Damian’s shoulder. “I’m proud of you, whoever you want to be.”
The youngest Wayne’s eyes quickly got up from the floor to look at the oldest, a new shine on them. He stood up just like his father had done seconds ago and, with a hopeful tone, he asked, “So it is fine?” Bruce smiled for the first time in the night. “I trust your judgment, son. If this boy is who you want to be with, then yes, it is fine with me.”
Damian returned the smile. Surprising Bruce, he threw himself onto the man’s body, wrapping his arms around him tightly.
summary: trying to hold the golden child title is harder than it seems, it might take you on a path full of poor decisions.
TW drug addiction, overdosing (explicit), poorly written angst.
a/n: started this like a year ago, found the draft of half of it like a week ago, edited it and wrote the second half in like. The past 5 hours. Kinda vent-ish. The end sucks because I'm bad at them. also reader is black bat cus cass is batgirl Smile
Being the golden child of a family full of smart and brave people wasn’t the easiest thing to do, he had realized pretty early on his journey. But for years he had been trying hard enough to do so, and it was safe to say he was, at least, a little proud of himself.
He hadn’t stopped working hard ever since he started being aware of himself and the space he took in the family. He had been there for everyone in his family when they needed him, he’d been a straight As student, tried hard to be the perfect sidekick for Batman and perfect son for Bruce, all to make him proud, be an example for all of his siblings. Of course, being the second oldest was one of his biggest disadvantages. Dick had always been the actual perfect kid growing up. He was the first Robin everyone else looked up to and he had a heart of hold. He still tried.
His siblings loved him, though. Dick was his best friend. He had been there when Grayson got adopted and started his training. And they understood each other as no one else could. When there was danger, Dick was the one who protected him, the one who taught him things Bruce couldn’t. They never hid things from each other.
There was Jason, only a year younger than him. When he came into his life, he was so lost and angry. The older brother was gone, finding himself and stripping out of Batman’s shadow, so he took in his hands to be now the guide and the protector, just like Dick used to be for him. But then it was too late, and he was gone, too. When he came back angrier, he had been the one to get him back onto his senses, reconnecting him with the family he thought once lost. Todd still had healing to do, and he promised to be there, always.
Then Tim was there, convincing Bruce they needed each other. He was smart and capable, and his new brother knew right away he was going to be even better than Bruce, once old enough. But he believed he had to work thrice as hard as everyone else just because he imposed himself on this life and wasn’t chosen as the rest of the brothers. No one could take any of that responsibility off his shoulders. He was stubborn. So he had to be the one to assure him he was worth this life.
Cass didn’t trust him much at first, not like she trusted Bruce. he learned sign language to talk when she didn’t feel vocal, and spent days just sitting next to her in silence. Sometimes she even asked him to read out loud. When she told him she was interested in dancing, watching ballerinas from the shadows, he paid for the classes. And Steph wasn’t interested. She had bigger problems in her mind. But when Tim was unfair to her, saying she shouldn’t be a vigilante despite them being the same age, he offered to be her trainer. She was good, she just needed some polishing, and she had been thankful for the lack of judgment and the help.
Damian was a lot different. He was raised differently, something he couldn’t just forget. His first years at the manor were rough, and he had to unlearn a lot of things, but everyone could tell he was working hard. He wanted to be accepted. At first, he thought the younger Wayne hated him so much he didn’t even want to talk and he just preferred annoying Jason and Tim. But he soon found out Damian was just shy, he was what he called “his actual brother” and he admired him, or so Alfred said. It felt nice to know he looked up to him.
He welcomed Duke to the family with open arms, getting along with the new kid quite fast. He shared training tips, and they bonded over poetry and music. Being the only son of Bruce who had never taken the Robin mantle, made him one of Duke’s biggest inspirations.
Finally, there was his father. Bruce Wayne was not the most emotionally available father. His late-night job always seemed more important than them to him. He got it. He had gone through so much. But sometimes he wished for a simple “I’m proud of you, son.” Hell, he would have been happy with just a thumbs up, but he just wasn’t like that. He knew he loved him, but talking about feelings and ignoring them just wasn’t something his family did. He had been guilty of it, too.
Yet, sometimes things got hard, difficult to control. Gotham City’s nightlife wasn’t fair to its citizens nor fair to its heroes. Villains never rested, so neither could the protectors.
He had never been a runner; he was one to stand his ground. When Jason was gone, he got better at his job. When Bruce was gone, he helped Dick. And when Dick was gone, he took over for him. Once old enough, he found out that maybe running away from things wasn’t the worst thing he could ever do. It was easy, better. That’s why he locked that little bag full of powder in his room. All he had to do was breathe in some of it.
His mind wandered away from all the stress and worry, welcoming adrenaline and pure power. He felt invincible. Until the effects wore off and left him even more tired and sleeping for the rest of the day. Alfred quickly noticed the change of routines and while he was not convinced, a simple excuse was enough for him to stop asking.
“I’m getting old, Alf,” he laughed. “Staying up after fighting all night is just a little harder than before.”
But soon enough, with tolerance developing on his body, the doses had to increase. That’s when it got easier to stay awake for a longer time, functioning like he used to. He sometimes made it to breakfast with energy left, and someday he didn’t even get to sleep.
His family noticed all this, they just didn’t know the reasons. His brother was a detective, like them, so he knew how to hide. But Y/N was growing careless, forgetting things, losing himself in his own mind. They all had different guesses, but they all agreed: if he was in real trouble, he would not have hesitated to ask, so there was not much to worry about.
…
He supposed another dose before patrolling wouldn’t hurt. He was going out with Damian and Bruce, and he needed all the power he could get. But this time he felt uncomfortable after inhaling, the voices in his head were messier, louder.
He wasn’t able to pay attention to Bruce’s debrief. It was hard to focus on his voice and whatever the mission was; he hoped it was something fast. Y/N jumped in the Batmobile after his father and brother, with his heart beating faster than normal and his heavy, almost hurtful breath. It didn’t feel like before, like he could fight everything to stand in his way. He felt weak and confused. Why was it not working?
They got to the place rather fast. He couldn’t remember the trip.
It was an abandoned building, one of many in Gotham. Inside it was destroyed, debris decorated the floor, and graffiti on the walls. Everything felt wet and disgusting, making him want to puke.
“Everything okay?” Damian asked.
“Yeah,” he waved Damian off. “Small headache.”
Damian Wayne wasn’t stupid. He was smart and a brilliant detective, and he could tell when his big brother was lying. He couldn’t help but worry. For the past months, his brother had been acting weird like he wasn’t himself anymore, but like the rest of his family, he was waiting for Y/N to feel ready to talk about what was bothering him.
“You should have stayed back,” the kid frowned. “Won’t be of much help if you’re sick.”
Sweating hands moved on their own, grabbing Damian by his shoulders and turning him around to look at his older brother. All they both could feel was anger pouring out of the man and flooding the room. For some reason, he felt the need to punch his younger brother for being an asshole and making him feel stupid, useless. Damian said nothing, looking him right in the eyes, challenging him.
With sudden realization, Y/N let go of his body, walking ahead of him and leaving the boy annoyed. Regret and confusion hit him instantly. He had never wished to hurt his family before. And it scared him.
Oracle’s voice made him flinch. People coming your way, she alerted.
Robin and Black Bat hid, waiting. A group of men in suits, carrying briefcases. Y/N sighed, finally understanding what was happening: just another illegal deal. Those were fairly common in Gotham, but since Batman was in the place, he guessed it was something far more serious.
Once the second group came in, with different clothes and more briefcases, all they had to do was to wait for Batman’s signal. He didn’t feel like fighting. His limbs felt heavier than normal, and all he wanted was to sleep. If he was lucky, Batman and Robin would be the ones scaring these people off while he took the stuff back. He hoped so.
It took him a few seconds to react to Robin moving out of hiding to fight. As he followed he felt the world shake and everything spinning. His body didn’t feel his anymore, legs quickly giving up, falling on his knees right in front of a passed-out man. The man’s face was blurry, just like his hands.
Robin called for Black Bat, he replied by emptying his stomach and losing conscience.
…
The first thing he saw was the familiar walls of his own teenage room filled with old posters of rock bands and horror movies, pictures with his family and friends, and that one big mirror he used to put tons of eyeliner on when he tried to rebel at sixteen. He ignored his reflection.
He ripped the IV off his hand right after seeing it. Memories of the last night came back to him. None of the years of investigation he already had were necessary to realize what had happened. He overdosed in front of his family. In front of his youngest brother, even.
He was so fucked.
He needed to explain this to everyone. It was just a one-time thing, a miscalculation he had and that it’d never happen again. And something he wasn’t proud of.
Running downstairs, he saw his family in the dining room. Most of his siblings were sitting at the table, either playing with their untouched food or looking at nothing, distraught. Jason was standing against a wall with a phone in his hand and the only person eating breakfast calmly was Bruce.
He stepped into the room, all eyes fell on him. Cass got up and ran, almost suffocating him with the strength of her hug. Once Cassandra let go of him, Dick got close. His touch was softer.
Everyone else looked at him, not knowing what to do. His gaze fell on Bruce, who kept eating as if nothing had happened.
“Listen, dad,” he started. “I’m really so-“
“No more Black Bat,” the man spoke harshly, not looking up. “Not until I can trust you again.”
Y/N froze for a second, staring at his father with wide eyes. He heard someone gasp in the room.
“You can’t do that,” he raised his voice. “That’s unfair.”
Bruce made eye contact with his son, getting up from his seat, slamming his fist on the table. “And being addicted to drugs is? Look at everyone in this room,” he yelled. Y/N took a step back despite the distance. “Was this fair to us?”
Shaking his head aggressively, he tried to talk. “I didn’t,” he whispered. “I’m not..”
“But you did. And you are, Y/N. And it’s up to you to fix this.”
“But this is all I have, Bruce. I’m nothing without that suit. I can’t help anyone,” he sobbed.
“You can help yourself.” The dread in his father’s voice scared him. Everything he had done for years was to impress the man, to get his approval and love, all wasted in a day. And there he standed Bruce Wayne, Batman, disappointed and hate for his own son.
Y/N didn’t bother to stay longer in the place, racing back upstairs to his room. Fr there, he locked the door and walked to the balcony, climbing to the roof, where he sat down to let everything out.
He knew his father was right; it was all his fault. He had responsibilities, and he ditched them for a cheap rush. But accepting the blame was, for once, harder than he thought.
Heavy steps walked the roof, the owner sitting right behind him. He didn’t have to turn around; he knew who it was.
“If it counts,” Jason sighed, looking down at his hands. “I know you’re more than that suit.”
All he got as a response was a dry laugh, bitter.
“I’m serious,” he affirmed.
“I’m your drug addict brother who overdoses on the job.”
“No,” he stood up, clenching his jaw. “You’re my older brother, who has done everything for me. And for everyone else in the family.”
No response.
“I’m not the best at this, you know that,” Jason kept going. “But the rest of us, we don’t blame you. No one thinks you decided to overdose or some shit like that, you know.”
He felt small; he was humiliated in front of his whole family by his father and now he was being comforted by his younger brother, the one he should be comforting.
“I started it,” his voice was barely audible.
“And there’s nothing we can do about the past, Y/N. Just…,” he paused, looking for something in his pocket. He offered the small card to Y/N. “Roy gave me this. They helped him.”
The older man accepted it with some hesitation. Jason’s mouth opened before closing immediately. He didn’t dare to say the rest but he knew he had to.
“What is it?”
Jason scratched his head, avoiding eye contact. “I think you should come with us, The Outlaws I mean. It might be better than staying in this shit hole. We’ll help you.”
With a smile, Y/N nodded. “Yeah, maybe it’ll be better.”
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