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Dubble Life Part 16
Summary: Unraveling truths is never a good idea.
part 15
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!!Warning!!// My need for angst
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"As you all know, we have lost some of our comrades. . . I know this must be hard for a lot of us. But we must keep going. If we don't all work together, everything we all know, and love will disappear."
Miguel's speech went on, his voice echoing through the full room of spider hero's. You watched from above, sitting on a pillar with Penny and Gwen standing behind you.
Gwen would glance at you. She couldn't tell what you were thinking. Not like you were always an open book. But it did seem you were grappling the seriousness of the situation the society is in.
Everyone's world is at the risk of being sucked in a black hole. And the main suspect?
"Alchamax." Miguel spoke as a hologram of the plans you swiped from your universes Alchamax showed.
"Some of you should be familiar with these plans. About 85 of you, went on a mission to steal the multiverse project plans from your universes Alchamax. . . It seems that, they have found a way to jump to different worlds. Using less power than before, just enough for two trips."
The room got even more tense. Mummers of worry floated through the air.
Penny looked up at Gwen, the young girls-tired expression turning to one of distress. Gwen put a gentle hand on the young girl's shoulder, to try and reassure her.
Your eyes narrowed as your hand gripped to a fist. This was not good. No more words needed to be said by Miguel for everyone to know how bad things will be soon. If Alchamax can make two trips without using a whole city's power, who knows what they will do.
Miguel glanced up at you, just for a moment.
"So, report, everything. Any suspicious activity that might cause a hole in the timeline, report it. And be on standby. If things get bad in one or more worlds, all hands-on deck. . ." Miguel took a good look at all the Spider heroes in front of him, taking off his mask, a grimace showing on his face.
"If things get too out of hand, for some of you, your cannon events will happen sooner than expected. So be prepared for the worst. That will be all. Dismissed."
Slowly, people began to leave the room, some immediately portaling back home. After that, you don't blame them.
You stood up to portal out but felt a tug on the sleeve of your suite. You look down and see Penny fully out of your robot suite.
You hear Gwen call your name. You look up and see the girl walk up to you.
"You're leaving already?"
"I got a city to protect."
"Are you talking about Gotham or New York."
Your brow raised.
"Is that supposed to mean something."
Penny glanced between the two older girls in front of her, clear tension in the air.
". . .Miguel wants a meeting with a certain group of us."
You sighed, shaking your head.
"And I'm a part of it." A clear no-brainer. Reluctantly, you hopped down the pillar, Penny and Gwen following suite.
You glanced around to see who was left.
Peter B, Noir, Jessica Drew, Pavitr, Hobbie and. . . odd. You haven't seen this one before. A young boy it seems, his spider suite a Black and red instead of red and blue.
The newcomer notices your shameless staring and starts to get nervous. Gwen appears next to him.
"Don't mind her." Gwen gave the boy a nod of reassurance.
God, you hated these meetings. It just made you worry. And you were worried about your world enough. If your Alchamex has been in contact with other Alchamex from other worlds, you felt screwed. Unlike other spider hero's, you didn't have any superhero connections to help you. You're not counting the two prowlers, they are your family.
You still had Black Cat, but your relationship with her was rocky, and confusing at the same time.
Cloak and Dagger? last you heard Cloak got into some trouble with Maphisto. Forcing the two to get into hiding.
Deadpool. . .? ha! hell no.
"Hellooooo anyone home?" You snapped out of your train oof thought as Petter B waved his hand in your face, you turn your head. Seeing everyone's eyes on you. Miguel had this stern look on his face.
You cleared your throat, feeling a little nervous now.
"So, who's the new guy." Your voice became deeper. As you look over to the boy. Before Gwen could hold the boy back he stepped up, taking off his mask
"Wait--!" Gwen was too late.
You froze as the boy smiled and held his hand up to shake.
"Miles Moralis. I'm a little new to being Spider-Man."
Everyone seems to get really awkward about the situation. Your shocked, baffled even.
"Welp, this is awkward." Petter B mumbles, but is hit in the stomach by Penny who gives him a look to shut him up.
This. . . Miles starts to see how tense the room just got and starts to fell a little nervous. Pavitr had a nervous smile as he inched closer to you, elbowing you to snap out of it.
You cleared your throat, still very surprised, yet you make an effort to not be. . . well you. You shake his hand.
"Welcome to the team kid."
Jason didn't think covering for you while you had your meeting was going to be hard. And thank goodness it wasn't. But now he had another problem.
Apparently, Damian got a little too reckless during patrol, and now his face looks like he lost a fight with Creed in a boxing ring.
"I don't think it's too bad." Dick's comment made Tim and Jason give him a look.
"Nah, Y/n will might kill whoever did this." Jason sighed, already feeling your rage by just imagining.
"What?? Don't be silly Jay-bird! Y/n wouldn't hurt a fly!." Dick thinks your far too sweet and kind to ever do such violence(Even when he watched you take down thugs with your bare hands before)
Tim couldn't help but let out a loud laugh.
"You should see her when she's playing video games. She practically prays on her enemy's downfall."
As the three older men try to figure out if they should cover it up or deal with your flood of questions. Damian felt disappointed in himself, today was his sisters Birthday, and because of his recklessness she will start to fuss about him on her day.
"Aw, look he's pouting, cute."
Damian snaps out of his train of sad thoughts, looking up he sees the girls have finally showed up. Stephany, Cassandra and Barbra. The one who commented on his pouting was of course Stephany, causing him to go back to grumpy mode.
"Barb, Cass Steph! what are you guys doing here?" Dick approached the girls with a smile.
"We came for the party duh." Steph smiles as Cass sets down a few bags they brought.
"We got presents for our special birthday girl- oh god." Barb paused her sentence as her eyes landed on Damian.
"Damn, you look like shit- ow!." Stephanie ended up getting hit by Barbra for her words.
The meeting ended, you were quick to hop through the portal when Miguel tried to reach out to you. Closing the portal behind you. You check your watch; you have an hour before the party starts. You check your phone and see messages from everyone wishing you a happy birthday.
Dick: HAPPY BIRTHDAY CAN'T WAIT TO SEE YOU TN <3
Timmy: Happy Birthday sis🥳
Cupcake❤️ (Damian): I wish you a happy birthday sister.
Stupido (Jason): Bro get me a red-bull when your otw
Your rolled your eyes at Jasons recent message.
Uncle Jeff: Happy birthday my sweet girl, I'm truly sorry I can't make it to your birthday party. I hope you like what me and your tia got for you
You couldn't help but smile as you see the multiple birthday GIF's your uncle sent. Uncle Aaron couldn't make it either. Some thugs have been running amuck. Aaron thinks something fishy has been going on in the streets lately, and the police have caught wind of it too.
You start to worry again. Worried things might escalate soon like Miguel had said. Maybe you should ask Bruce to cancel the party. Say you're not feeling well. . . .
No, you can't do that. Bruce worked hard for this party, took time off to do this for you. And you haven't even properly apologized to him after that argument a month ago!
You go to the store to get Jason his damn red bull.
You walked into a store, as you grab Jason's red bull, your attention is caught by the tv in the small store, the news was on. Talking about the latest sighting of Batman and Robin, taking out yet another drug ring.
You wonder how Batman wasn't on your ass. Well, thanks to Jason constantly covering your tracks and telling you where and when Batman would show up.
What you can't stop thinking about is that other Miles. Seems like he only started just a few months ago. You can't seem to get the way he looked. So, hopeful. Happy.
A far cry from what your Miles looked like now.
Back at the manor, all of Bruce's other kids were trying to cover up Damian's bruise's with Stephanies makeup.
"That doesn't fit his skin tone it's too light!" Dick pointed out as he gave out a slight distressed sigh.
"Oh come on, Y/n won't notice." Stephanie was tired and just wanted to get on with the damn party already.
"Yes she will!" Jason and Tim both spoke in union.
Damian looked at himself in the mirror, the makeup isn't bad. He looked normal to the naked eye. But knows you will notice.
Damian spoke with a serious look on his face.
"Sister may act foolish but she is not that dense." Damian began to rant on about how many times you have confronted him about his bruises and how scary you got, interrogating him, demanding names. Even go as far as to question his teachers! during his class time too!
It was so embarrassing.
The girls paused and looked at each other before bursting into laughter.
Cassandra smiled as she took a sip of the tea that Alfred prepared for them.
"Ah, it seems Y/n really cares about you Damian. Thats sweet." Barbra felt somewhat relived. When she first heard about you and your whole situation. She did feel a little worried about how you would adjust. Especially after Bruce had told them he wouldn't be letting you know about the late night activates they do. But it seems that you fit perfectly without knowing this family's secret.
Maybe all this family needed was a little bit of normal.
Cassandra gets a notification on her phone from Bruce. The black harried girls voice broke through all the chaos.
"Bruce wants us upstairs. Y/n is on her way."
With that all of the children of Bruce Wayne hurried upstairs.
Rio and Miles step out of the car; Miles stared at the large manor in awe.
"Oh, we definitely having sleepovers here." Miles says as you step up next to him.
"Only if we got matching onesies!" You say with a wide smile. Miles let out a small laugh while playfully shoving your face. You held your aunt's hand while walking up the stairs to the large doors.
Tonight, might just be the last night you allow yourself to be rid of sorrow and guilt. Be rid of responsibility and pain. And just enjoy your time with loved ones.
"Something doesn't feel right Captain" Jeff turns his head to his fellow officer who had made that comment. And they weren't wrong. This whole day calls were coming in. Sudden blackouts in certain areas, calls from worried civilians about missing people or items like cars- hell a whole house went missing.
No trace of it. Just poof! gone. At first, it was assumed to be gang related. But the missing people, the missing house? showed back up. Just in random places in new-York. Sadly, that wasn't the reason why it didn't feel right tonight. . . .
It was quiet. Quite as in no vigilantes' sightings. Yeah, Spider-Woman has been gone for months. But the Prowler's? No sign of either of them.
Jeff should be happy they aren't meddling with police work for the night. But all he could feel was worried. And he wasn't the only one. Seemed like half of the city felt it too.
Felt that it wasn't safe to be outside.
Suddenly dispatch rang out from their walky-talkies, someone- or something is attacking Alchamex labs. . .
The party started; you were greeted by warm familiar faces and some new ones.
"Y/n, this is Cassandra." Dick introduced with a wide smile.
You gave the older girl a smile. "Nice to meet ya." You reached out for a handshake. Cassandra analyzed you for a moment before shaking your hand. Your strong.
"Heyyyy I'm Stephanie! Happy birthday!" You were almost tackled into a hug by a blond girl. You nervously laugh and nod. Her smile oddly contangoes.
"Thank you. Nice to meet you Staphanie."
She's touchy, like Dick. But not as bad as Dick. She kind of reminds you of Gwen if she kept her long hair. You turn your head and see a red haired woman in a wheelchair
"Barbra Gordan. Good to finally meet you Y/n" Barbra gave you a warm smile as she reached her hand out for a handshake. You were a little taken aback- but immediately gained composer, not wanting to just stare and be rude.
You shook her hand.
"Thank you for coming to my party. I really appreciate it." You were grateful that they had come. You have seen them in family portrait right above the fireplace in the main family living room. Meaning they are family. You're starting to feel a lot more happier knowing you're not the only girl here now. It feels nice.
"Mi Vida, come it's cake time." Rio pushed you to the kitchen where the others were. You were pushed into a chair. You start to get a little nervous as you see everyone's eyes on you, even more nervous when you see Bruce and Rio recording you with big smiles.
Dick's voice broke out.
"Alright everyone, 1, 2, 3-"
"Happy birthday to you--"
Just as everyone sang. Your Spidey senses went off like a loud alarm. Causing you to freeze up.
Oh no. Not now. Please, why now?
You kept your small smile(now forced) as your Spidey senses went crazy over and over danger danger danger
Miles paused from singing, his smile fading as he noticed that look on your face. Something is wrong. Causing the boy to immediately check on Uncle Aaron's location. He was still at Alchamex labs. He hasn't sent in a signal for any trouble yet.
Sadly, Miles wasn't the only one who notice the change in your behavior. Jason has spent enough time around you to know when that face meant. Something was very wrong. He slowly backed away while everyone was distracted.
Let's not forget Cassandra who immediately saw the moment you froze. No matter how many times she analyzed you. All she saw was fear. But from what? You were just happy moments ago. She scans the room, to see what had possibly set you off. That's when she noticed Jason now in the halls, on his phone whispering in a rather aggressive way. Most likely speaking with one of his goons, glancing back to your direction here and there.
"Y/n, sweetie?" Rio's voice made you snap out of it.
"Make a wish Y/n" Dick says while watching you with excitement, Damian right next to him with the same look in his eyes. You let out shaky sigh before finally blowing out the candles. Everyone cheers and claps, Alfred hands you a knife.
"First slice goes to you miss."
Aaron kept his breathing slow. Trying to stay calm as Kingpin and his men were wreaking havoc trying to find him. He was caught listening in on the plans Alchamex had for New York. It was exactly the same plans that were in that hard-drive Miles had said you gave to him, wanting one of them to investigate, which made Aaron a little suspicious. If you found something, you wouldn't let someone investigate for you. You were stubborn like that.
But right now, Aarons biggest problem was to not get caught. He needs to get the hell out of Alchamex labs and notify you quick.
Just as he saw his opening out of the labs, a voice caught his attention. It was Docter Octavius.
Aarons eyes narrowed, what was Doc Oct doing out of prison? Actually- Kingpin, he wasn't supposed to be out either. . .
Aaron starts to feel to feel a pit form in his stomach as he creeps closer, listening to the conversation.
"Will this truly work?" An unfamiliar voice spoke.
"Heh, you doubt my work?" Doc Oct chuckled darkly.
"A cluster this big, Spider Woman cannot ignore it. Not when so many innocents are at stake." Doc Oct leans back on his chair, revealing the other person he was speaking to on a screen. Aaron couldn't recognize him. Maybe a new villain team up?
Whatever it is, it's not good. Their trying to lure his niece out of hiding. If he warns you and Miles, the two of you will show up and fall for the trap. If he leaves to try and get backup, he might not make it in on time before the cluster starts. Not to mention Kingpin and his goons are still surveying the area.
He has no choice but to try and destroy the cluster. Or die trying.
You couldn't focused. You had your hands under the table. peeking at your watch, using it to contact the other Spidey's immediately, you cant get to new York on time. And you can't just leave the part out of nowhere.
"What is that?"
You jolt in surprise and turn your head while pulling your sleeve down.
"o-oh! Hey cupcake. Don't scare me like that." You chuckled while petting the little boys head. Damians eyes narrowed. He knew what he saw. Damnit, he aint gonna leave it be.
"What was that, on your wrist." The boy questioned as he reached out for you arm.
"Ah. . . well you see-- . . .huh?" Now that Damians closer, you seem to notice something off. You lean in closer, causing the boy to pause and lean away. A little surprised by the sudden closeness.
"Are you, wearing makeup?" Your scanned his face closely.
Damian swore his heart dropped. Shoot, he forgot about the makeup!
Before you could even reach out to prove your words. Dick and Stephanie whisked you away in a panic.
"HEY! TIME FOR PRESENTS!" Dick's shouting caught everyone's attention, he was so loud it caused you to flinch a bit. Super hearing. Dick noticed this and was quick to apologize.
There was one moment where you were alone, just for a few seconds to check your watch. That's when you saw a message from Miguel.
-Do not interfere, stay in Gotham. That's an order.
You clench your jaw.
Just bear with it. Trust them.
You were forced to sit in the middle of Cassandra and Jason.
"Ugh- Jason did you even shower bro?" Your face scrunched up as you watch the older man down the red bull you got for him. Letting out a deep sigh before smirking. "Nope."
The man then has the audacity to lean in closer
"EW!"
Cassandra silently brought you closer to her while giving Jason a look of disappointment. Jason just chuckled with a satisfied smirk.
"Okay okay! come on. Open your presents." Rio says as she held one hand on her stomach as she sat down while holding her son's hand.
Tim's present was actually surprising. "oh my god. . . are these?" You stared in shock.
Jason took a peek and was quick to burst laughing. Cassandra glanced at what you had in your hands and almost did the same as Jason.
"Uh. What is it?" Miles questioned.
You smiled while showing everyone your gift from Tim.
It was a photo album, filled with baby pictures of Damian.
Damian was dumbfounded. He wasn't sure if he should glare and shout at Tim or just force you to stop showing those pictures.
Bruce looked at Tim with a raised brow.
"Why. . .?"
Tim smirked as he explained why he gave this to you
"Well we all know besides from Miles. Damian is Y/n's top fav."
You nod rapidly, Damian puffs his chest with pride at that, earning an eyeroll from Miles.
"I'm totally adding the most adorable one into my wallet" You squealed in excitement, almost forgetting the dangers outside these walls, outside this city.
Your next present was from Dick, it was a was a new video game you were talking about just a month ago, you really wanted the game but was too shy to ask Bruce to get it for you. You made sure to give Dick a big hug, causing Dick to be a little emotional. It was the first time you hugged him- actually, Dick hasn't been around much so you two didn't get enough bonding time.
Maybe he should call out of work for the week and spend more time with you.
You turn your head, pulling away from Dick, fulling facing Damian.
"You're up next, Cupcake." Just as you knelt down, Damian quickly rushed behind his father. You tilt your head in confusion. Damian's been acting a little odd today.
Damian grabbed a box with two holes on each side. He shoved it in your hands and stepped away. You looked confused but just brushed it off. You began to undo the ribbon on the box
"Let's see what you got me-" You nearly choked on air.
Two small paws reached the edge of the box, its head poking out.
Miles's eye twitched in utter disbelief
"Is that a. . .?" Dick couldn't believe it himself.
"A lion?" Cassandra muttered, suddenly appearing next to you, who was still in shock.
"A cub." Damian corrected.
"It's still a damn lion!" Tim was about to hurl the coffee table at the younger boy. Bruce was trying his best not to shout, he was about to apologize till he saw you handle the young cub, holding it up.
"Heh, you kinda look like him Damian." You say as you held it to where you and Cass can compare.
This irked Damian immediately
"No, it doesn't!" Just as Damian protested, the cub let out a small whine.
"Your right, they do look similar." Dick chimed in, earning a nod of agreement from Cass. You laughed, holding up the cub higher in the air.
"Hey, how about I name you Damian, you like that name little guy?" You cradled the little cub in your arms, the cub lets out a small noise; you took that as a yes.
"Sister, please." Damians begging fell on death ears.
"Alright! your name is Damian!" you say proudly while holding the lion cub while standing, the pose reminding a few of them of that one scene in lion king.
This was bad. This was really bad. Jessica Drew has been in the society since the beginning. And she has never seen things get this bad. Who knew 85 universe's planned to kidnap their worlds spider hero and use them to power up the cluster?
What's worse is, the plan has worked for 48 of them. Miguel sent out warnings for the remaining spider hero's and sent out others to take care of the mess, all groups of 5 or less. Of course, Miguel left to your world to take care of it on his own. Probably for his own selfish reason to try and redeem himself for what had happened last time
Jess sighed as she sat down. Others are trying hard to help break out the spider hero's that had gotten captured. Most were trying to stop clusters from starting up. Looking at the schematics for the cluster, if it doesn't get the power up from the spider heroes. It will automatically explode, affecting anyone in a 6-mile radius,
How to stop the clusters from exploding? no damn idea. But that's what Jess and Lyla are trying to figure out.
You were out on the balcony, already had opened your presents. Tia Rio's present for you, were ultrasound pictures!
Your gonna have another baby cousin. Your happy now. Nothing can bring you down now. You smiled to yourself as you stared at the ultrasound pictures. You're definitely framing these.
"You okay?"
Bruce's voice breaks the silence. You turn your head and give him a small smile.
"All good. Just needed some air." You turned back to the pictures, letting out a small sigh. You looked relaxed, tired- but relaxed. And happy, making Bruce smile fondly at you. The older man walks up next to you.
The small box of kyes in his pocket. He hopes you will like his present. Not the most heartfelt one's that everyone else has gotten you. Even with Rio's reassurance, he still felt nervous. He wants to speak but is afraid he will say the wrong thing just like before. What if you hate his gift? what if you hate him more because of it? What if-
"I'm sorry."
Bruce froze. Staring down at you in shock. You shift in place, standing straight.
"I know it's a little overdue, but I really am sorry for disrespecting you when you were just doing your job as a parent. You were just trying to protect me, but I lashed out on you instead. . ." You looked so sad now. Your sad expression makes Bruce panic! he didn't want you to be sad on your special day.
He gently places his hand on your shoulder.
"No, I should be sorry. I overstepped my boundaries. I shouldn't have doubted you. And I shouldn't have just scolded you without hearing you out. My job as your father is to protect you, yes. But it's also to understand you. Not shut you down, which is what I did. I'm sorry" His soft tone, and warm expression. His words caused a wave of emotions stir up in your chest.
Suddenly you hug him. A tight hug. Like you didn't want to let go. Bruce paused but was quick to hug you back.
Bruce pulls away and reached in his pocket, handing out a small red box. You let out a small chuckle and took it from his hands, based on the box you expected some fancy ring or bracelet. But what you didn't expect were what looked like car keys
"what . ." You looked up at Bruce who had a smile on his face, he signaled to something that was down below the balcany. You turn your head and was quick to notice a car that didn't belong to anyone in the manor at the moment.
"Is that?"
"Yep, she's yours. I- I know you don't like anything too fancy. So, I managed to find something that was still in good shape, but needs to be worked on. I know how you like fixing things, this could be like a project." Bruce watched as your face lit up with excitement.
"I love it. . . I love it! oh gosh thank you so much Bruce!" You hug him again, this time accidentally using your superstrength. nearly knocking the air out of him.
"Y/n. . . sweetheart. . . I can't breathe!" Bruce wheezed out. You quickly let go.
"S-sorry" Seems like you lost control for a second. Can you be blamed though? You don't think you have been so happy in so long.
Suddenly they hear something from the door. There, Alfred stood.
"Miss Y/n, Mrs. Morales is taking her leave now."
You nod and rush to go say goodbye.
Bruce smiled as he watched you leave. Alfred walks over and stand's right next to Bruce.
"Miss Y/n seems to be happier today." Alfred was glad to see you actually smile. And hopes it last. Bruce nods in agreement
"She's even being more friendly to Jason." Alfred remembers the first few weeks of Jason being around. You two would bicker about the smallest things, he has seen you become so petty over what Jason would say or do. And Jason always turned to violence when arguments would get heated.
He remembered seeing the security cameras of the manor one night and once saw the two of you having a standoff for the last cupcake. Which ended in Dick scolding the two of you for causing so much noise so late at night and gave the cupcake to Damian.
"Hasn't she always been friendly with Jason?" Bruce chuckled out, knowing damn well he was wrong.
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A/n: Sorry y'all got lazy. Promise next chapter shii will go down.
Memes:
What Alfred saw on the security cameras
Reader's Spidey senses kicking in while her family is singing her happy birthday.
What Jason and Reader think they look like when patrolling together
Penny the moment Gwen questioned reader what city she was protecting knowing damn well it would start something.
Reader when meeting the other Miles at the meeting
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Dubble Life-SNEAK PEEK
Jason didn't think covering for you while you had your meeting was going to be hard. And thank goodness it wasn't. But now he had another problem.
Apparently, Damian got a little too reckless during patrol, and now his face looks like he lost a fight with Creed in a boxing ring.
"I don't think it's too bad." Dick's comment made Tim and Jason give him a look.
"Nah, Y/n will might kill whoever did this." Jason sighed, already feeling your rage by just imagining.
"What?? Don't be silly Jay-bird! Y/n wouldn't hurt a fly!." Dick thinks your far too sweet and kind to ever do such violence(Even when he watched you take down thugs with your bare hands before)
Tim couldn't help but let out a loud laugh.
"You should see her when she's playing video games. She nearly punched me when she lost a game"
As the three older men try to figure out if they should cover it up or deal with your flood of questions. Damian felt disappointed in himself, today was his sisters Birthday, and because of his recklessness she will start to fuss about him on her day.
"Aw, look he's pouting, cute."
Damian snaps out of his train of sad thoughts, looking up he sees the girls have finally showed up. Stephanie, Cassandra and Barbra. The one who commented on his pouting was of course Stephany, causing him to go back to grumpy mode.
"Barb, Cass Steph! what are you guys doing here?" Dick approached the girls with a smile.
"We came for the party duh." Steph smiles as Cass sets down a few bags they brought.
"We got presents for our special birthday girl- oh god." Barb paused her sentence as her eyes landed on Damian.
"Damn, you look like shit- ow!." Stephanie ended up getting hit by Barbra for her words
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A/N: Yall I'm alive, for now, just giving y'all a sneak peek, I aint gonna lie and say I'm almost done with the nest chapter, cuz I'm not even close. I'm trying tho. Thank you all for being patient with me!
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I Got a problem
So, I just want to know if the y/n's in my stories feel repetitive, like do they feel like the same person every time you guys read any of my stories? If so, PLEASE help me
Do the Y/n's in all my stories feel like the same person?
Yes, very boring
No
Dubble Life Pt. 15 (Batfam x reader x ATSV)
Summary: The calm before the storm.
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part 14, part 16
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Your birthday was coming up. You usually don't think too much about it. But now a certain person is no longer in your life, your dreading it. So many little things your mother did for you started to hit you a little more now.
You were on top of a building watching the city from above while in your spider suite. Your snapped out of your train of thoughts when your time watch started to beep. You sighed as you grabbed the watch, attaching it to your wrist. It was a call from Jess. You reluctantly answerer. A hologram of the older woman shows up.
"Y/n! we detected an anomaly at your location."
You nod and pull your mask on. "Got it. Report back in 10."
Jess quickly spoke before you hung up. "Wait! . . . Don't go in alone. I could send Peter B in. Pennie is available for dispatch-"
"No." Your firm tone broke through. Jess frowns
"You can't always go through these alone Y/n."
"Never said I was alone." Before Jess could even speak you ended the call. Jason walks up next to you.
"So. Where we headed?"
You checked your watch to see where exactly the anomaly was. "23 kilometers east. looks like it's about four blocks away from crime ally."
As if on que an explosion is heard.
Miles has been feeling bad for snapping on you. So, he's hoping the birthday presents he prepared for you will mend over the gap that has been growing between you two.
While Miles was working on one of his presents, a portal opened up. He jumps out of his chair and grabbed a bat, ready to strike, but paused when he watched Gwen come through the portal. Miles's brows furrowed. Confused as to why she was here.
Miles never really talked much with Gwen, only interacting with her during missions with Y/n.
Gwen put her hands up "Whoa there! c-calm down. It's just me."
Miles slowly puts the bat down. "What are you doing here. Y/n said-"
"I know what she said. But this is important, please. Hear me out."
Miles was hesitant, but eventually the two settled down and began to talk.
Gwen explained how things are getting more difficult in the spider society. Spiders from other universes are disconnecting. anomalies are getting out of hand. And Miguel is sensing something more is going on. Everyone is needed on standby. So much is happening at the same time in so many worlds. Miguel needs to make sure he can connect all the dots to understand just what in the hell is happening.
"I found a lead. Your worlds Kingpin has been working with Alcamex for the past few months. That explosion at the bridge with Y/n's mother, the anomalies popping up here and in Gotham, he is connected. She won't listen to me. . ." Even with Gwen's mask over her face, Miles could tell that the distance between her and his cousin has pained her.
"But you, she'll listen to you. As long as it's from you, she'll do it."
Gwen hands him a hard drive full of the information needed convince Y/n to come to HQ and help figure out the chaos that has been going on for months.
Back to you and Jason. Two anomalies in the same place at the same time, this has never happened before. It was slightly overwhelming. Jason cleared out the last of the civilians as best as he could while trying to support you while you fought the two villains that were teaming on your ass.
"Are those things real?" Jason spoke from under his mast as he dodged a blow from doc-cot's tentacle's. This Doc-oct seem to have real tentacles coming from his back
"Looks like it-" Your hit from behind from a Sandman variant.
Jason tries to get to you but is stopped by Doc-oct.
You were struggling. You don't have a sandman in your universe, you're not familiar with how to stop him. You shoot a wed to pull yourself out, but it doesn't work, he was practically drowning you with sand.
Jason tries to not be too violent with villains. He really tries. But as soon as he sees some sand monster trying to suffocate you, welp kindness is definitely out of the window. He shoots at Doc-oct goggles making him lose sight and balance for a few seconds. Enough time for him to pull out his swords and slice off its tentacles. Once Doc-oct was on the ground Jason wasted no time to knock the man out.
Before he even reaches out, in a blink of an eye, someone comes swinging in attacking Sandman from behind
"What the. . ." Jason gets a good look at the surprise guest, readying his gun. To his shock and confusion, it's someone with a spider suit.
You cough and gasp for air, Jason now by your side helping you up.
"Who the hell is that." Jason spoke as he watched the new spider swinging circles around Sandman. You were confused and look to the direction Jason was looking. And there, you see a spider hero a very familiar one. The air around him moving like he was cut out from a comic book. Finally, those damn spikes on his head.
"Hobbie?" You mumbled in utter shock.
You and Jason were on top of a roof watching Hobbie throw the anomalies through a portal and jumping in right after.
"So. . . Is he a close friend of yours?" Jason just watched you dramatically watch the other Spider Hero leave through the portal.
". . . Yeah." You never realized how much you missed your friends from the society till now. You frown, the eyes of your mask squinting just slightly, showing how sour your mood is now.
"Well, aren't you just a ball of sunshine today." You and Jason quickly turn your heads to the direction the voice came from.
There Hobbie stood, his arms crossed as his head tilted. "Well, you going to just stand there all buggy eyed? or you going to come on over and give me my hug love!"
Suddenly your filled with joy, your frown from before replaced with a smile. Before Jason could react, you ran past him and towards Hobbie.
Jason watched you and your friend hugging each other.
The hug lasted longer than Jason was comfortable with. Hobbie pulled away, ruffling your head before cupping your face.
"You have been missed."
You paused for a moment, your smile faltering. You have missed them too. You think you miss everyone. Not for sure. It's hard to tell now. You were sure you hated the whole society just a few minutes ago. But seeing Hobbie again, just brought back memories of how much joy your friends from the spider society brought you in hard times. How they understood the heavy responsibility of protecting your world and family.
"I. . . I missed you-"
Suddenly Jason separated the two of you by stepping in the middle "Okay! Hug time is over."
You gasped when Jason points the barrel of his gun at Hobbie
"What the hell- Red Hood stop!" You were baffled by Jasons actions
Hobbie cocked his head to the side, unamused.
"Look buddy. Thanks for the help and all. But I think it's best you hop back into that portal of yours." Jason's voice came out cold and stern, causing you to frown at his behavior.
Hobbie stayed silent for a moment, glancing over to you.
"Heard your birthday was coming up. Got you a little something"
He tossed you a box. But Jason caught it before you could grab it.
Hobbie chuckled at the threatening aura coming off of the man that stood between you and him. Hobbie stepped back
"Catch you later love!" Hobbie shot a web into the open portal from behind him and gave you two a goodbye salute before he was pulled into the portal before it closed.
You watched Hobbie leave, feeling a little bit of sorrow take over you. But Jason snapped you out of it by "gently" smacking your head.
The drive back to the manor was awkwardly silent. Jason was now for some reason in a bad mood. You were staring at the box in your lap. You felt the excitement of opening the present Hobbie had gotten you. Was it another ticket to one of his concerts like before? or was it going to be something wilder like that baby bore he tried to gift you for Christmas before Miguel took it away due to it being from a different world.
"So, you going to fill me in on Mr. London back there?" Jason's voice finally broke the silence, his eyes focused on the road,
". . . Hobbie. He's spider man in his world. One of my old partners for anomaly missions." Your fingers traced the edge of the wrapped box.
"He's a good friend." You spoke with fondness. Jason scoffed at your words "Sure."
Your brow quirks up "What?"
"You two were hugging longer than needed, hell you don't even hug demon spawn like that. And he's your favorite. Sure, you two were just friends?"
Your face scrunched up "What? Ew no he's like, hella older than me. Like your age."
"Wha- you're a bitch." Jason swore if he wasn't driving, he would put your spider ass in a headlock. But he knows Bruce would kill him if he got in a car accident with you in the car. You burst out laughing.
"And plus, I don't have favorites, I love everyone in the manor equally . . . . Except for you of course."
Jason immediately got irked by your words and began to shout about driving the car in a ditch and burying your body where no one can find it. But you laughed. Your laughter filled the car.
And for a moment, Jason's expression softens. You two rarely get these moments together. You two might be partners when it comes to fighting crime, but your technically his sister. He doesn't get the sister side of you that much, that side mainly going to Damian, Dick or Tim.
"Ugh, I'm hungry now."
"Of course you are."
You let out an exaggerating gasp "Hoe, you calling me fat?"
With a smirk Jason spoke in the calmest way he could.
"Yup."
Not even a second later you punched the older man in the arm.
"So. . . how in the world were you two able to get into multiple accidents, with just one car, at the same time." Bruce was staring you and Jason down.
One moment you and Jason were in the car horsing around, next the two of you are getting scolded by Bruce for getting into and accident while causing three other cars to crash.
". . . It was Y/n fault!" Jason was quick to place the blame on you. You immediately sat up straight
"Oh, hell no!"
The two of you started to argue. Bruce could only breath in deeply, letting out a long sigh. Why was it so hard to raise kids? Just why?
Bruce decided to just send you to your room for the night. But Jason was to stay.
The room went silent for a moment now that it was only Bruce and Jason.
"How many times have I told you, and your brothers. When it comes to her, you are to be as careful as you can be." Bruce spoke sternly.
"Come on Bruce, she's tougher than you think. She ain't a desert rose."
"She's not like us Jason. You could have left that crash with a few cuts and a bruise, but she could have ended up in the hospital."
Oh, if only Bruce knew.
". . . Fine."
Jason wonders why Bruce hasn't told you about the truth of this family. You have been here for months. Was it because of trust? Jason doesn't know. But he does know that you are not that different from them. He wonders how Bruce will react when he finds out you've been a vigilante longer than Damian.
Today was the day. Your birthday, sad to say it did not start off well.
You woke up late. Like really late. Damian tried to wake you up multiple times, but you wouldn't budge. Jason had to elbow your stomach to wake you up. Not the best way to wake up.
You rushed yourself to get ready, running down the stairs, almost knocking Tim out.
"Whoa! Y/n slow down!"
"Sorry Timmy!" You shout your apology as you rushed down the stairs.
You quickly grabbed the ready cup of coffee Alfred set for you and downed your breakfast like there was no tomorrow. Not seeing Dick and Bruce who just stared at you wide eyed, absolutely baffled.
You ran out the moment you finished.
". . . did she even chew?" Dick questioned as you glanced to Bruce who just sighed.
"Nope."
Of course, school didn't go by smoothly. The first few hours felt like hell. You had three big tests in three classes in a row. Your fourth period made you socialize with a bunch of kids who clearly already were a friend group. Feeling a little left out.
But that didn't matter. It was lunch time. And you were on the way to eat lunch with Damian. As you were putting your books away in your locker, you felt your watch buzzing. Your brows furrowed, quickly heading to a secluded area and answered the call, a hologram of Miguel pops up.
Miguel seems to freeze. He wasn't expecting you to actually answer. He stuttered out your name
"You- How are you doing?"
You frown as the older man went on a rant about wanting to know how you were doing.
"This is an emergency line Miguel. Get to the emergency part please."
"Right, right. Sorry." Miguel cleared his throat.
"Emergency meeting, all spider hero's needed."
"Now?"
"Now would be ideal."
You sighed. This was not how you wanted to spend your lunch time.
"Be there in five."
Before Miguel could respond, you hung up. You groan while dragging your hand down your face. You don't really want to face Damian right now. So, you texted your brother about needing to leave for an emergency. Then texted Jason about the situation, so he can cover for you in any way he can.
Bruce wanted your first birthday with him and the others to be perfect, he wanted to throw a gala, but Alfred and Damian immediately shook their heads at that. You would not feel comfortable with that, surrounded by a bunch of rich people you didn't know was not a way you would have enjoyed your birthday.
So, he asked Rio, your aunt for assistance. So that is how he ended up in a small caffe with Rio, the two have been planning for today for a week now.
"I'm planning to use white roses for the floral decoration- she likes roses, right?" Bruce glanced up to Rio to confirm his choice.
"Oh no, lily's. orange ones."
Bruce nods and listed those down.
"So, what did you get her?" Rio set down her cup of coffee.
Bruce paused for a moment and smiled, pulling out a small box from his pocket.
"I know she doesn't like anything to extravagant. But I didn't want to be too simple." Bruce slid over the box to Rio.
Curious, Rio opens the box, expect some sort of Jewlery. But no.
". . . Keys?" Rio's brow quirked up in confusion.
"Are-are you getting her a car?" Rio spoke with a shocked expression. Bruce felt a little doubtful now.
"Is it too much? I mean- she's at the age where she could learn. All my boys know how to drive so they could teach her when I can't."
"Bruce." Rio cut him off from his nervous ranting.
"She's going to love this." Her words of reassurance calmed the man down.
"Nothing has to be perfect, just everyone being there will be enough for her."
Bruce knows that. He just wanted to give you so much. He has the money and power to do so. But he also knows that spoiling you with money and expensive Jewlery or clothes won't fill up the space between the two of you.
But he wants to keep trying. Because you're his daughter, and he loves you.
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A/N: over 2,000 followers. . . WTF!?
Dubble Life 14 (Batfam x reader x ACTSV)
Summary: No matter how much you think you know yourself, you seem to still not understand why you do the things you do.
Part 13, Part 15
When you wake up, things felt, more tense. Bruce was stricter on not letting you out on certain hours. Even Alfred wouldn't let you slip out the door without him coming along. Dick clung onto you, kept trying to do everything for you till he had to go back to Bludhaven. Damian was weirdly distant. Not cold, just Distant. Tim seemed take over what Dick was doing to you, just a lot less clingy. Helping you more than usual, even when he was clearly tired.
And Jason?
He was pushing your damn buttons.
"You should stop."
"Huh?"
You stare at the older man with confusion. You two stood in an abandoned building. You were in a spider suit that was darker to blend within the dark. Jason had just taken care of a few thugs just as you finished throwing an anomaly into a portal to the Spider Society HQ.
"This thing with Alchemax, I can handle the fighting, and you can-"
"Whatever bullshit your trying to say. Spit it out. Don't beat around the bush." You cut Jason off, you didn't have to take your mask off for Jason to know you were getting pissed off already.
". . . It's getting dangerous."
The moment Jason said those words you immediately throw your hands in the air while letting out a scoff of disbelief.
"You gotta be kidding me. Are you serious right now?"
"Just hear me out God damn it!" Jason wasn't going to let you just brush him off anymore.
"Joker, Scarecrow and all those other psychos are out now. Trust me when I say your screwed if you run into any of them, doesn't matter if you're meta."
You had your back faced to Jason. Clearly frustrated and upset of this topic. Jason lets out a sigh and shook his head. Before speaking a little more softly
"Come on kid, you haven't even talked about what happened with the fear gas."
". . . That doesn't matter-"
"Yes, it does! Whatever is going on up there-" Jason points to his head; "Will affect your insect ass out here."
". . . Spiders aren't insects."
"Oh, for fucks sakes You know what I mean!" Jason lets out a frustrated sigh.
"Just wait till those psychos are put back in Arkham. . . Please?" Jason walks closer to you. But you walked to an open window to jump out. Before doing so you spoke one last time.
"Fine."
Jason felt slightly relived once you agreed, watching you jump out of the window and swing up to a building.
Miles was working on a new invention, the upbeat music you put on faintly in the background. Miles puts a screwdriver in his mouth as he uses both hands to connect the wires on his invention. But he pauses as he felt a pair of eyes on him. He slowly turns his head to see you on his bed, a book in hand, just staring at him with a small smile.
"What?" He gave you a look of confusion. Your brow quirks up at his confrontation "Hm?"
"You're staring at me with that creepy smile of yours." Miles takes the screwdriver out of his mouth and waves it around as he spoke. You gave a fake offended gasp.
"Exuuusse me??" Your hand now on your chest, exaggerating the feeling of offence. You expected some form of amusement from Miles, but his mind seemed to be elsewhere
You tilt your head "Hey, space boy, what's got you so distracted, I come here to spend time with you and you're not even yapping about your usual nerdy stuff." You spoke in a joking manner, but there was a hint of concern.
Miles stayed silent for a moment. Your playful demeanor falters as you see that he's bothered about something. But he doesn't want to talk about it. But you know it was about you.
You sighed as you scoot closer to the edge of the bed where Miles sat.
"Your upset." You nudged his shoulder with your own. His silence only confirms your suspicion. After a few moments Miles finally spoke up.
"Me and Uncle Aaron found out who was responsible for the explosion at the bridge. The one that got your mother killed. . ."
You paused at the last sentance.
"Oh . . ."
"It was Kingpin."
You hum and nod. "I see. . . he's in prison right now, right? He won't hurt anyone else for a long awhile." You rub his shoulder to reassure him. But this only angered him.
"Why are you so calm!?" He brushed your hand off and let out a huff of annoyance as he stood up from the bed with his back faced to you. Your brows furrowed at his sudden burst of anger.
"Miles-"
"It doesn't matter that he's in jail now. He's going to get out. He has the money, Has the connections. No matter what we do they always come back and they hurt more people!" His frustration on the situation felt, familiar. You had the same feeling once.
"Miles. . ."
He ignores your first warning he goes on. "What's the use of fighting crime when they just end up killing more people!? Why- why can't we kill people like Kingpin!?"
"Miles Gonzalo Morales! ¡Ya es suficiente de ti!" Your stern voice almost booming. Silence falls upon the room. Miles, still upset spoke again.
"He killed your mother."
You were not having his attitude today.
"Do not use her death as an excuse! you know killing has been and never will be an option for us. It makes us no better than them."
Both of you were angry. Angry at each other, at the world. Just two angry teens in a room.
The disagreement with Miles dragged. The two of you didn't speak to each other for a few days, and you were agitated to get back out on patrol feeling Alchemax is up to something and the longer you wait the worse things will get.
You were able to slip away from a nagging Alfred. You made it past a very sleep deprived Tim who usually , once you made it through the doors of the manor you were met with a surprising view of Ms. Dean walking up the stairs to the doors.
"Mrs. Dean! What are you doing here?" Your brow quirked up in confusion and a little curious. "Aw, do you miss me? we just had a session two days ago." You spoke in a joking tone, but Mrs. Dean was not amused.
"I'm actually here to, discuses a few more things with you."
You sighed, you walked up closer to the older woman, circling her.
"And I'm assuming Bruce is making you do house calls now?" Your tone uninterested on whatever Bruce is trying to get out from you. Whatever it is. You must admit, the man is more insistent than you imagined.
"Actually, I'm here on my own accorded. I was hoping we could talk, off the records of course."
Mrs. Deans words caused you to gain interest.
"Seriously?" You gave the woman a look of surprise mixed with suspicion. Mrs. Dean nods "Seriously."
You don't sense any interior motive. At the moment. So, you agreed. The two of you going into Gotham city and stopped at a bat-burger place.
Mrs. Dean watched you with a blank expression as you devoured your burger.
"Mmm, these are, okay. I honestly like the burgers back in New York." You say this while your tray is literally empty.
"So, what did you want to chat about. My childhood? any daddy issues you assume I have? oh oh! trust issues. Yes, I remember you said that was one of my problems, no?" You of course were acting sort of passive aggressive; you have just been so frustrated with the recent events that it was getting harder to be or even act positive.
And Ms. Dean saw this, her own daughters show this sort of attitude when keeping in their anger for too long.
"Actually, I just wanted to see how you were doing."
You gave the older woman a look of confusion and slight suspicion.
"Ms. Dean-"
"Please, call me Alice." Ms. Dean- Alice insisted.
You stayed silent for a moment before letting out a small scoff of amusement. "Alright, Alice. Is this something you normally do with your clients? or am I just, special."
"Just think of this as a friendly meet up."
You almost scoffed
"Come on, Alice. What is this really about?"
Alice inhaled deeply. Seeming to almost bracing herself before speaking.
"I just- I don't understand why you didn't confront me about the camera. You knew the whole time. Yet, you didn't say anything for weeks." The older woman was clearly stressed on this topic. Which made you smirk in amusement as you just shrugged.
"You're the therapist, you tell me."
Alice's eyes narrowed, sighing as she leans into her seat.
"You weren't completely lying in our sessions. . . You told the truth. Half of the time. You're like an open book, but in a whole different, complex language." Alice glanced up to see your invested into this conversation. Curiosity in your eyes as you leaned into the table that kept the distance between you two.
"And because of that, you assume no one will take the time to truly understand you. But when someone actually does take the time to try and understand you. You panic. And you change yourself to . . ." Alice stops. She doesn't stop because she came to an understanding of something. Quite the opposite. She doesn't know why you do it.
You sighed, slightly disappointed. "You almost nailed it. Your pretty scary actually, haha!" You laughed.
". . . I'm scared. I change myself because I'm scared." Your cocky facade fades, just a little. Still present but fades enough to shock Alice to an extent.
"Why?"
"Donno. . . was kinda hoping you'd figure that out for me."
Silence falls between you two. One thing is for sure, your not paying for the food.
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A/n: This is really short, but you all deserve at least SOMETHING! So here yall go❤️
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Part 2: The Dead Ones
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You and Bruce were in his office, you let out a puff of smoke as you stood by the window. Taking in the view.
"You know, in Arkham, there wasn't any bars on the windows. More like, plastic glass, so blurry I couldn't even see the moon clearly." The cigarette shortened even more as you took a long drag from the cigarette.
Bruce watched you from his desk, an unreadable expression on his face. You look so. . . it's hard for him to see you as who you are right now. Deep down Bruce knew you'd change some way after Arkham. Which was his sorry excuse for not visiting you. Only reading three of your letters, and stopped, he felt shame when it came to you. For which one of you, he doesn't know.
There are times, he did feel shame of being your father. Horrible, he knows. He's the worst father alive. And that's when he feels shameful of himself.
You let out a small sigh before turning to Bruce, you see the complex expression he had.
". . . You know Daddy, I don't think I ever seen you smile."
You walked closer to his desk and took a seat on one of the chairs. Bruce just silently stared at you. You still call him Daddy. He wanted to feel happy at the fact one thing stayed the same with you. But the way you said it. You said it in such a mocking way. Like it was a joke. Him being your father was a joke to you. It hurt. He rather you call him Bruce in the most hateful way you could.
"Y/n, I'm sorry-" Bruce tries to apologize, but you cut him off with the wave of your hand.
"I'm not here to fish out any apology from you."
Silence fills the room. You sighed again, putting out the cigarette by dropping it into a glass of water. You stood up and approached the vinyl player, you start it up as Bruce raised his brow in confusion. You turn around to face him
"Come on daddy, let's dance." You approached the older man, grabbing his arm and tugged him to stand. Even with how random your request was, Bruce complied, and you two began to slow dance together, the feeling was foreign to both.
The slow music continued as you two danced. You let your head rest on your father's shoulder, staring blankly at nothing. Bruce squeezed your hand. You began to realize. You have never been this close to Bruce. Always 4 feet away.
"When I was a little girl, there was this daddy daughter dance at school. . . I always wanted to dance with you like this. But you were busy. I understood, but it still hurt" Your statement caused Bruce to hold you a little tighter. Before he could attempt to apologize. You spoke up to shut him down.
"Don't you dare apologize."
The two of you continue to slow dance. You closed your eyes as Bruce rests his chin on your head. Closing his eyes. The two of you swaying to the music.
This moment should be a peaceful, loving moment between a father and daughter. But it felt more like an ending to a story that was going nowhere.
"Daddy, I have a question for you."
Bruce hummed in acknowledgement, still holding you tight.
Your eyes slowly open. "Have you seen Mommy recently?" Your question caught your father off guard. Visibly frozen. You lift your head up and see his expression turn a little sour.
"Why?" He spoke, slightly offended. Your spending time with him, why not focus on him?
"She's been missing. For a month. Not even her own family knows where she is. . ."
"Well, I don't where she is. I haven't had contact with her for years."
You sighed and pulled away, turning your back to him. A sign to show you were upset with his answer. Bruce frowns a little at you pulling away, his arms stayed up, almost to reach back for you.
"She visited me, every week, for several years. So please, understand I need to find her." You really were hoping to see if Bruce knew anything. But of course, he disappoints you with nothing. Again.
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You got a text from Rex; your grandfather needed you back at the manor. You didn't have enough time to get your things from your old room, so you left Bruce in his office, walking to the front doors, where Alfred waited for you with your coat, along with Dick, Tim and.. . someone else you didn't recognize. But you focused on Alfred, and gently smile to the older man.
"Thank you for the food, Alfred, probably the one thing I missed the most while locked up." You spoke in a joking manner as you turned to let Alfred put your coat on for you. Alfred smiled a little.
"Thank you, miss."
You look up and give the three men a small nod "Dick, Tim . . . And?" You gave the third man a small look of confusion.
"I'm sorry I don't believe I got your name." You adjusted your coat as you stared up at the man and gave him your hand to shake. But the man just stared at you, Dick had to nudge him to snap him out of it.
The man snapped out of it and quickly took your hand and held it as gently as possible. You took notice of the scars on his calloused hand. He spoke in a nervous tone
"Jason, Jason Todd"
You instantly come to a pause.
"I- Uh, Jason Todd?" You know the name. Very well. But the name doesn't fit the face you remember.
But the look on everyone's face says it all, you know this family would not lie about this. You stepped closer to Jason, your hands hovering over his face, Jason could see your eyes glossed over with incoming tears that never fell.
" How. . .I thought you were dead. . ." You spoke in almost a whisper.
Jason lets out a weak chuckle.
"I thought you were dead too."
No words could express how much he missed you. When he came back from the dead, back into the family. No one dared to mention you. Even when he asked about you. They acted as if you were dead. But you were only a few miles away. Locked up. The thought alone angers him, he could have saved you sooner.
"Heh, I seem to get that a lot." You coil back and felt your phone buzz. Your ride was here.
"Do you have to leave Miss? It's late, why not stay for the night." Alfred tries to have you stay for at least a night.
"You just got here" - Dick
"The crime has gotten worse lately"- Tim
"Please. . .?"- Jason
You sighed as you opened the door,
"Sorry boys, no can do. Maybe another time." You gave them a small smile and turned to the car that was here to pick you up, but when you took a few steps down the staircase, you turn around where the entrance door was still open with Alfred and the boys stood.
"Oh, and Jason" Hearing you speak his name, Jason immediately perked up
"It was good seeing you. . . alive and all." You gave him a small toothy grin, before finally getting into the car.
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Do you understand, how angry Jason was right now? After all this time thinking you were dead, his sweet little sister gone, you were alive, in a cage full of crazy's. He doesn't care if you took a few lives. You didn't mean too, it was an accident.
He was furious with Bruce for letting you get locked up for so long. Because you're staying with the Falcone's, a bunch of criminals that resort to anything if kept on the top.
"She was alive this whole time, and you knew."
Not only was it Bruce, but Dick knew to. Of all people to keep this away from him, Jason wouldn't think Dick of all people would lie.
"No one said she was dead Jay." Dick tried to calm Jason in some way.
"No one said she was alive!" Jason was quick to snap at Dick who just frowned at Jason's tone.
Your reappearance was indeed a shock to everyone and a lot of them are still trying to process it. As for the ones who never knew of your existence, they were trying to find out more about you. Your name has never been uttered, no pictures of you. Nothing. It was like you never really existed.
Thank Tim for that. Who had to remove you completely, so the Wayne name had less pressure on them. But now Tim is trying to gather what kind of rehabilitation you were in. He felt suspicious of your return. The way your eyes would bare into everyone in a sort of creepy way. As if analyzing them, Tim knew if he brought it up to either Bruce or Dick they would not listen to him. Especially by the way they reacted to your return.
So he was lucky Cassandra and Duke came to him first.
"The way she stared at me, I don't know man it gave me the creeps." Duke wasn't saying this out of meanness. You were genuinely making him uneasy every time you glanced at him, even more nervous when you gave him a smile.
Cassandra felt threatened by you. No one but her noticed how you stared at her the most.
"Something isn't right with her." Was all Cassandra said. Something was indeed wrong with you.
". . . Well, she just got out of Arkham, maybe she's a little. . . ?" Duke trailed off. Not wanting to say the word crazy just yet.
Tim silently listened to Duke and Cassandra's concern about you.
"Haven't you known her longer Tim?" Duke questioned.
Tim sat back in his chair as he let out a small sigh. You might have not noticed much, but he was always watching you. From the moment Bruce took him under his wing. You were small. Quiet, and simple. Not like that was a bad thing. At that time Tim wanted excitement, thrill. And you were none of those things, due to the fact you were practically a toddler.
But now, your different. Of course. It's a no-brainer Arkham would change you, he saw it coming. But your change was, unsettling. He hoped you would stay for him to find out more. But it seems your occupied with the Falcone's at the moment. Whatever it is, he's going to find out.
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"𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚢 𝚊 𝚐𝚊𝚖𝚎?"
Will you continue the Dubble life? Or do you leave it alone for now and move on to the new story??
I was just thinking about this last night.
I have been working on the next chapter, but there is a certain event that happens, and I've been struggling to make it happen and make it make sense, I keep deleting things and re-writing.
So, it will come a little late
𝐌𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐖𝐚𝐲𝐧𝐞𝐬
Part 1: Dinner Time
Prologue
TW: Past neglect, death, violence, mention of blood, drinking
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"Eight years in hell. . ."
You were seated on top of a desk playing with a snow globe in your hands.
"Can really make you go crazy." Your head hits the wall behind you, slowly turning to the bleeding man on the ground, once again receiving a blow to the face from a man dressed in dark red.
"P- please. . . I don't know anything. I swear." The man whimpers as he begged.
You sighed. "You're lying. I really, really hate liars' doctor." You through the snow globe onto the ground, shattering the glass. The man in red took your small fit of rage as a signal and pulled out a gun, pressing it against the doctor's head.
The bleeding doctor felt another type of fear the moment he felt the cool metal against his temple.
"W-wait! Wait! Please! I have a family; I'm begging you please!" The doctor cried and begged. The man in red glanced to you, you sighed and waved you're hand off. The man in red put his finger on the trigger, about to shoot.
"WAIT- Gotham hospital! She was at Gotham hospital!"
The man in red paused and glanced over to you.
You walked closer to the doctor, crouching down to the man's current level, as the man in red slowly pulled the gum away, the doctor felt a large wave of relief wash over him.
"Are you sure?"
The doctor nods "She s-saw Doctor Hill, that's all I know, I promise that's all I know."
You stay silent for a moment before standing up. "Thank you for your cooperation."
The Doctor felt relived. Wanting to go back to his wife and kids, hug them as tight as he could-
BAM!
The Doctor fell with a thud. Blood slowly seeping out of his body as you tossed the gun you used to shoot the doctor to the man in red.
"That's for lying" You mumbled as you stare at the doctor's body with indiffrence.
You've been out of Arkham for almost a month now. You should be relaxing, try to fit back into society. But no, your mother was missing, the Falcone's didn't know where her whereabouts were, some made comments of her abandoning you the moment you got out, which coursed them to have a slow death for their crude comments.
Your mother loves you, and you know she would never abandon you. So now you're searching. But you aren't getting to her fast enough. And your growing impatient. You wanted to come back out into the world and run into the arms of your mother, but your just met with Gotham's ugly mug. It angered you beyond words.
The man in red, Rex, works for the Falcones, but has come to be loyal to you. Rex followed behind you as you walked out of the room and down the halls.
"Give doctor hill a visit for me, will ya?" You spoke coldly as your heels clicked loudly walking down the empty hall of an abandoned building. Rex nods before speaking up.
"What about you Miss Falcone. Are you going back to the Falcon manor?"
Ah, yes. You took your mother's last name. All done in paper. No more, Y/n Wayne. That little girl is dead.
". . . No, I need to grab a few things."
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Alfred knows you have been out for a month, so why have you not come back to the manor?
Alfred tried to keep in touch as much as possible during your time in Arkham. Every phone call, he could hear that sweet innocent girl he knew fade. He has tried to phone you multiple times but no use. Even tracking you down with was difficult, Alfred has tried to tell Bruce about his worry for you not coming home, But Bruce seemed to almost immediately shut down at the mention of your name.
He's worried for you, he just wants to see you, and make sure you're okay.
There was a met Gala being held today. Preparing for it was exhausting, but it was like that every time a gala had to be held. Everyone scattered all over the manor.
With a heavy sigh, Alfred entered the kitchen, the gala's close to an end, the rich of Gotham turning in for the night. But Alfred comes to a stop when he noticed a woman in the kitchen, dressed in a dark red dress, her back faced to him as she picked up a glass of wine.
"Excuse me ma'am, you're not supposed to be in the back here." Alfred spoke firmly with his usual stoic expression. The woman in red slowly turns around with the wine glass in hand. Then she spoke, the face, Alfred surely does not recognize, but the voice. He knows your voice.
"I rather be away from the crowed, if you don't mind." You gave the older man a small smirk as you see the realization hit him.
"Miss Y/n?"
Your small smirk cracked even wider. Alfred walks closer, shocked to see you here, in the kitchen munching on some sweets, just like you used to when you were younger.
You shrugged with a small giggle slipping from your red lips
"The one and only"
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"Miss Y/n, come, Master Bruce must know your home!" Alfred might not show it a lot, but he is overjoyed to see you in the manor again. You've grown so much.
"Ah, well I was hoping to just grab some things from my old room and head out." You try to walk off to the back staires
"Nonsense, come, come." Alfred needed you to meet the family. For the family to see you. He touched your back as to lead you out of the kitchen and into the dining room.
You immediately flinched away.
Your negative reaction causes the butler to coil back.
"Miss. . .?"
You let out a weak cuckle.
"Sorry, I'm not fond of being touched." You began to meekly rub your hands together. Alfred comes to realize your time in Arkham has damaged you in some way's he might not be able to know yet.
"No need to apologize miss Y/n." Despite the small awkward moment Alfred still managed to have you walked out to see the others.
You felt an immense amount of DeJa'Vu. The walls, the detailed engraved in these walls. These walls haunted your dreams. Only half of your childhood was spent in this manor. You remember running down those stairs once Bruce came home from work. Skipping through these halls after getting a solo part in choir, something Bruce never really paid mind too.
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Almost everyone was here tonight. Jason, Dick, Cassandra, Tim, Damian and Duke. Steph couldn't make it. Barbra was spending time with her father. And. . .
Bruce watched as his children chat, argue, laugh. He smiles to himself as he takes a sip of his glass of white wine.
"Where's Alfred?" Damian spoke up as he turned his head in search for the butler that is always usually hovering around. Bruce shrugs
"Most likely in the kitchen."
Suddenly, the doors open, in comes Alfred with a smile on his face.
"Alfred." Bruce can tell Alfred seems to be in a more chipper mood than he was in half an hour ago.
"We have a visitor." Alfred's words confused the others. Then you stepped up. You scanned the room. Some faces new, some old. Others were still confused, either not recognizing you due to the years that have passed, or the fact they simply didn't know who you were.
But Bruce didn't take long to recognize you. And the way he paled at the sight of you, it just made you smirk at his reaction. Dick was quick to follow the realization.
"Y/n . . ." Bruce mumbled.
Jason's head whipped to Bruce once he heard the name. Looking back at you then to Bruce.
"Y/n, we thought you were still . . ." Dick tried to speak, but he seemed to get more uncomfortable with just thinking of his words.
You wait for Dick to say the words, but clearly, he was still in shock to say it.
"Arkham? I've been, rehabilitated." You say this with a soft smile.
Jason, trying to process what the actual fuck is going on right now stayed silent. Damian also confused spoke up.
"Father who is this woman?"
Your eyes snapped to the young boy, your head tilt for a moment. Walking closer to the table. Your heels click as you kept your eyes on the young boy, and Bruce kept his eyes on you. Still not believing you were out.
"I'm his daughter. Blood, daughter." You spoke as you kept a playful manner to yourself. The Damian frowns. "Imposible. I'm fathers only blood child."
You paused for a moment. You seem to be analyzing the situation.
"Is that what dear old daddy said." Your chuckle, almost darkly, as you sipped on your glass of red wine. Alfred pulled up a seat at the end of the table, across from Bruce. You took a seat.
The room that was once filled with chatter and warm air was now silent and tension filled the air. You leaned back into the chair; Alfred re-fills your glass.
"Thank you, Alfred." You kept a small playful smile on your red lips. You let out a small sigh before speaking
"So, what did I miss?"
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"𝙳𝚘𝚗'𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚖𝚎 𝚍𝚊𝚍𝚍𝚢?"
MAN! I HAVE NO IDEA IF YOU KNOW ANYTHING ABOUT THE SCP FANDOM, BUT I'M BEGGING YOU, FOR YOUR SERIES MEET THE WAYNES, READ THE FILES FOR SCP-8980.
It's basically the story of a woman working on the foundation who developed an anomaly and they had to do with her what they do with everybody else who is anomalous. THE THING IS THAT WOMAN WAS TRAPPED FOR 8 TO 10 YEARS BEING MISTREATED AND ABUSED BECAUSE AN EX COWORKER OF HER DIDN'T LIKE HER AND YOUR STORY REMINDS ME SO MUCH TO THAT!
It might give you ideas or inspiration if you haven't read it already
Lots of love ✌🏻
OMG YASSS
One of the doctors were paid by one of the Falcone's whose kid you accidentally killed, to make sure you suffer. Sadly, the doctor being paid off to make your life a living hell did not have morals and was just as crazy and sadistic as the inmates in Arkham. His curiosity in your powers reeled him in even more.
He found out your powers is connected to your psyche; he wanted to see how far you'd hold up before he finally breaks you. He thought if he broke you down, he could build you up, control you, use you.
He didn't even see you as human, more like an interesting dog.
You begged for it to stop. Every day you begged for him to stop. But as years passed you silently begged for Bruce to come and save you. Even after giving up on Bruce, deep inside you prayed he would just come bursting in and save you. But of course, that was a fantasy.
And your screams continued to echo off the halls of Arkham.
𝐌𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐖𝐚𝐲𝐧𝐞𝐬
Prologue
Part 1
Your mother was a beautiful kind and dangerous woman. In short. She was a Falcone. And for young Bruce, being with her was a thrill. Being Batman gave him a thrill, but your mother was a different kind of thrill.
Till she got pregnant. And the thrill was gone.
Your mother kept you of course. Counting the days till she gets to hold you in her arms. And when she finally got to hold you, to feel you close and hear your sweet little voice. The rest of the Falcone men decided that your mother wasn't ready to take care of you. So, they forced you out of her arms and sent you to Bruce.
Bruce held you once. And immediately passed you to Alfred. He was too young to become a father. (Never mind the fact he was already acting as a father to two boys)
He didn't have time to play daddy. Deep down Bruce did come to care for you over the years and attempted to try and hold you. But then Jason died, Dick distanced himself. Holding you, an innocent little thing, felt wrong.
When you were eight. You had tantrums. Night terrors. terribly scared of the dark. Thunderstorms especially. Gotham famous for its long dark nights and loud thunderstorms. Bruce, too busy with his new sidekick, Tim. Didn't have time to comfort you. No matter how heartbreaking your scrams for him were. Crying for him, so he can save you from whatever nightmare you have woken from.
But only Alfred occasionally Dick, would come and save you.
Bruce would give you toys, new dresses as a form of apology. He wouldn't give it to you directly. But have Alfred give it to you or leave it in your room when asleep. But no matter how many new toys he gives you. Those nightmares just never stopped.
Due to the neglect. Your mother was able to meet with you secretly. As years passed, she was able to steal you away when Alfred wasn't hovering around you. Take you to shop and give you whatever you wanted. Holding you in her arms and not wanting to let go.
Slowly, your mother was gaining the favor of some of the Falcones. To let her have you back. To welcome you back into the Falcone family. Once she gets the whole family to agree. She can make a case of child neglect against Bruce Wayne and take her sweet Babygirl back.
But when you were ten. Your powers began to kick in. You told Bruce, hoping your father would help you. Help you understand. Bruce, told you to keep it a secret. And to tell no one else.
Having a kid who was a meta was the last thing he needed at the moment. Trying to re-connect with Jason who still had deep hate for him instead focusing on his first-born child who was struggling to understand.
You felt like a freak.
And it wasn't long till you lost control of your powers. To keep it short. You accidently killed a few other kids with your powers. It was an accident. You swore. You see you would have just been left off. Your a kid. It was an accident. But most of all your a Wayne. But one of the kids you killed was a Falcone.
And Bruce couldn't risk you getting killed. He cared about you. Just not as much as he should. So, to avoid the wrath of the Falcone's. Bruce had to claim you were mentally ill. Sending you to Arkham. Only for a few months. That's what he said to you. That's what he promised.
You did your six months in Arkham. Six months turned to eight. Eight months turned to ten. Ten months turned to two years. Then finally, you were taken out from your cell. Lead by two prison guards. They said you had a visitor. You assumed it was another reporter. But was proven wrong when you see Bruce on the other side of the thick glass. You were shocked but happy to see your father.
"Daddy." You spoke softly as you slowly smile, putting your hand on the glass. Bruce hesitates to put his hand on the glass, once he does, he focused back to you. Your eyes stared at him with so much love and hope.
". . . Your case. . . the court decided you're, too unstable to attend court, so. . ." Bruce didn't look at you as he spoke. So, he couldn't see the smile on your face fade. Confusion taking over.
"But. . . I did my six months. . . I-I've been here for a year! Daddy, please I didn't do it on purpose!" You were on the edge of crying.
"I promise. I'll get you out of here as soon as I can." Bruce wanted to try and console you. But that was harder due to the glass between you two. He reaches out his hand to the glass once more. But the loud buzz that queued it was time for you to get back to your cell.
"Please Daddy don't let them take me!" You cried, putting both hands on the glass. You were in full despair. Bruce didn't know what to do. He can take the risk from the Falcones and get you out with a snap of his fingers. Or he can make it easy for everyone but you and wait till you serve your time.
". . . I'm sorry" Bruce can see you falling deeper and deeper into dispare.
Guards burst from the doors and had to forcefully take you away.
"No- No! Daddy please! DADDY!" Your screamed louder as the guards took you away, reaching out to Bruce who just stood there. And did nothing. As always.
Seven years later.
No one ever visited you again. Well, no one from the Waynes. But your mother visited you every week. Her visits where the only reason you kept saine.
Arkham isn't all fun and games. Obviously. You were immitted into Arkham's fucked version of rehabilitation. You started hearing things after your first month in Arkham.
. . .
You sent letters almost every day to the Wayne manor. But never got any back. None from Bruce. None from Dick. You and Tim weren't close. So, you didn't expect anything from him. Alfred prefers to call you. Wanting to hear your voice to make sure you were not lying to him when he asks of your wellbeing.
You stopped sending letters to Bruce a few months ago. Not like he'll respond anyway. You don't need Bruce. You have your mother. And she's all you'll need. She's your world now, your reason to keep living this pointless life. And once you're out, Mama promised to give you a big hug. Which you so desperately needed.
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"𝙸 𝚖𝚒𝚜𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚍𝚊𝚍𝚍𝚢. . . 𝚍𝚘 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚖𝚒𝚜𝚜 𝚖𝚎?"
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Batfam
Meet the Waynes (Yan!Batfam x neglected!witch/meta!reader)
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𝐌𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐖𝐚𝐲𝐧𝐞𝐬 (sneak peek)
(Yandere!Batfam x Neglected!witch/meta!reader)
Dear Bruce, I'm sorry you had to go through what you did. Watching your mommy and daddy die in front of you, taking in kids to fill the void in your chest. You must have been a mess. Going out in the night dressing up playing pretend to cope. Going out in the day doing that rich playboy trope. You lost your son, so you drowned yourself in booze to forget me. Must have been hard. Must have been heartbreaking when you sent me to Arkham. And left me there for eight fucking years.
The Eyes: Angel
Summary: He calls you Angel.
TW: Angst, religion, mentions of violence
You hummed to yourself as you scribbled within the lines of a coloring book while on the floor.
"Hey Y/n, what are you coloring?" A teacher kneels down as she stared down at you fondly.
"A cat." You say with a small smile as you showed the teacher your drawing of a blue cat. The teacher couldn't help but smile.
"What a pretty cat. How about you go show your daddy?" The teacher signals to the front door of the daycare. You perk up at the teachers' words, you look up to see a man in a wheelchair. You quickly pushed yourself up from the floor and ran to him with your
"Baba!" You shouted with excitement and a bright joyful smile.
Your father smiled and lifted you up onto his lap.
"Hey Angel." Your father stared down at you with a fond smile despite his tired features. You smiled, all giddy, you always felt happy when he called you ''Angel"
The teacher walked up to the two of you.
"Mr. Sully, about Y/n's papers. . ."
12 years later
"I'm sorry Angel. . . I love you."
You stared at the last recording your father had sent from pandora. Your eyes filled with tears that threatened to fall the more you processed what the RDA was telling along with the recordings your father left.
". . . your father betrayed his own people kid." An RDA officer spoke as he blew an air of smoke into the air.
Your foster mother, Odett Slinger, who is a commander in the RDA, stared at the RDA soldier in disapproval for smoking in front of a child.
The soldier waved the cigarette in his fingers. "Betrayed you."
Those words were your last straw as your burst into tears. Your foster mother was quick to embrace you. "Shhh, it's alright love. It's okay." Her attempts of comfort were not working.
The soldier plopped down a file. Your adaptive mother's brows furrowed as she took the file and opened it. Your adoptive papers.
"Sully never really adopted the kid. The higher ups think it's only reasonable for you to adopt her since. . ." The solder chuckled
"No one will be willing to take in a traitor's kid."
The solders words made you freeze. You looked up at your foster mother with confusion.
"What. . .?" You spoke in a shaky tone.
The solder scoffed almost mockingly. "You didn't know?"
Your foster mother slammed the file on the table.
"Thats enough solder. Your dismissed." Her tone firm and demanding. The solder didn't say anything else and left the room.
Silence settled in the room. Everything was being dumped on you at once you felt like your heart couldn't take it.
"Mama. . ." Your tone was filled with sadness
". . . Sweetie." Your foster mother spoke in a soft gentle tone.
". . . Tell me it's not true." Drops of tears fall onto your skirt as you held your head down. Letting out a small sob
"Tell me this is just a bad dream. . ." You slowly look up at the older woman. And the look in your eyes was heartbreaking.
"Tell me he's coming back. Please." You were begging for a fantasy.
A moment of silence was enough for you to break down sobbing.
This wasn't a bad dream. This was your reality.
3 years later
You were adopted by Odett, the higher ups in the RDA came up with the idea of having you be an RDA trainee. Due to the RDA being in desperate need of soldiers in pandora, you graduated from the academy early and was to be drafted to pandora with Odett in half a year.
You entered a large building, walking between the rows of chairs as you stared ahead where a choir sang hymns, candles lit at the altar. And finally, a large statue of man crucified on a cross. The church was empty. Not many believers during these times
You approached the booth. You entered the booth, took a seat and let out a tired sigh.
You slowly took off the dark thick shades you had on. Revealing the scars over your eyelid and under your eyes. Training accident.
"Father." You spoke firmly as you leaned back a little.
Father Harries smiles as you spoke. But his smile fades slightly. Giving you more of a somber look.
"I assume this will be our last session." Father Harries spoke as he glanced to you, your hands clasped together as you stared at the curtain that separated you from the safety within the booth and the harshness of the outside world.
"They want me out on Pandora. To prove I'm not like Sully." You sighed and shook your head.
"Barely can remember the basterds face yet his name is engraved into my life."
Father Harris hums in acknowledgement. Listening to your rant.
"I've killed people for the RDA, I have done risky missions for them. But all they think of when they see me is, Jake Sully. I hate that man more than anyone." Your reasonably pissed. The unfairness you have been experiencing is a pain.
"Do you really?" Father Harris finally spoke up. Your head turns him.
"What?" Clear confusion.
Father Harris smiles and says, "Forgive each other, Just as Christ in God has forgiven you."
You paused for a moment before sighing in defeat. "Ephesians 4: 32 . . . "
Father Harris gives a satisfied smile. He grabs something and slips it through the hole from the divider that kept you two physically apart.
On Pandora
Jake silently stares at a coloring of a blue cat. It's true he has practically forgotten his life back on earth. But there are two things he has never forgotten from his past life.
War.
And his little Angel. He wonders how you're doing. He hopes you're okay, healthy. He hopes you found someone who will love you as much as he did. But he honestly doubts any man will care for and love you like he does.
But most of all, he prays to Eywa that you still love him. He will understand if you hate him for abandoning you, but he likes to believe that you might still love him.
After having kids with Neytiri, Jake would always see you in his oldest son Neteyam. There would be days he spaces out, thinking about you. Or the nights he would wake up from a nightmare of the RDA getting to you, hurting you in any way. Even crying a few times where Neytiri had to sooth him.
And there are times he pretends. Pretends that you're on Pandora. That he could walk in the lab and see you watching over your siblings as they goof around.
Pretends that when he lands his Ikran, you'll be running up to him wanting to show him anything you drew. You were always a good drawer.
But that was all pretend. And that this was his reality.
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This series will be similar to my one-shot Bad Guy
Double life 13 (ATSV x reader x batfam)
summary: You can't get a break. Not even for a second
TW: Angst, mental health issues, cursing, hallucinations, mentions of death
Part 12, Part 14
Bruce was the world's greatest detective. And a father. So, he was bound to pick up on a few things. He had suspicions of you hiding something. But he assumed it was due to it being an effect of losing your mother.
But ever since Jason began to stay at the manor longer than a day or two(which was surprising) he began to notice small things. He began to notice how you two would often be together. Not as often as you were with Damian of course. But wherever you were Jason was there as well.
He assumed you two were just getting along. And he was happy about that. But he would catch you two giving each other small knowing looks. The two of you whispering to each other or giving each other signals.
Yes, everyone else in the house does this with each other as well. But the way you and Jason would do it was more like a secret. A secret only you two would have with each other. Maybe it was some inside joke or some odd bonding thing you two had.
Bruce tried not to pry into your life too much. Especially after the argument you two had.
But the more he sat and thought about the argument instead of sulking. Something he said to you ticked you off. Of course, his words got you pissed, but he has this, itching feeling that his words meant far more than you led on.
So, he put you in therapy. And might have bribed the therapist to install a nanny-cam so he can see and listen in on your sessions. . . yes not his most honorable moment. But that itching feeling just kept growing and growing.
So, every session you had. He was watching. And he was slowly seeing you in a more, brighter light. You would laugh as you crack up jokes. Your smile made him smile. The way you would play with some of the toy's Mrs. Dean had warmed his heart. (He might have bought a few dozen plushies to give to you soon)
You spoke about him. And you had no resentment. You even spoke about how you wanted to apologize to him. How you felt like you were in the wrong.
Bruce honestly felt like he didn't deserve you at this point. You were so kindhearted. You spoke about him and everyone else with so much love.
But don't think Bruce didn't pick up those small moments of hesitations. When Mrs. Dean would try and dig deeper into you in any emotional way involving just you. There would be this, small pause that felt like more than a minute. The look in your eyes. The same look he saw you with at that party with your mother's side of the family.
He knows that look far too well.
You hate yourself.
This realization. Kind of broke him a little. His little girl hates herself. Why didn't he see this sooner? he feels like a fool. He's trying to piece everything together. Why would you hate yourself. Your perfect. A little broken. But that just makes Bruce love you more.
As he's trying to piece things together. To understand fully of what was going on with you. There were always blank spots that he couldn't fill in. This was a puzzle. I not a hard one but not easy either. He was able to dig deeper in on you.
He went as far as to hacking into your phone. Yes. His overstepping it but he wasn't going into your messages or socials. Only your call history and photos. It was very sad to see most of your recent calls were to your mother's number, of course those calls were not answered.
Your photos were filled with family pictures and- odd. Pictures that seemed to be in an almost hidden file was filled with unfamiliar faces. He scans the faces through his system. But he found nothing. That, that was odd.
Tim walked into the Batcave, he wanted to report to Bruce and tell him he was going to be playing games with you tonight instead of going out on patrol. As he walked down the stairs. He hears what sounds like a recording of a woman talking.
He's brow arched up curiously as he reached the bottom of the stairs. Bruce doesn't seem to notice him yet.
"You don't seem to be the type to hold a grudge."
The voice of the woman who spoke just now was unfamiliar to Tim.
"Oh no. I hold grudges."
Another voice spoke. Younger. It sounded a lot like. . .
"If I fully give you my trust and loyalty. I expect it not to be broken or abused."
It was you. A recording of you speaking to someone. Why would Bruce be listening to this.
"Uh . . .Bruce?" Tim finally spoke up. Bruce turns around, looking a little like he was caught off guard. Too focused on listening to the recording. Tim walked closer looking confused.
"What are you-" Tim was cut off as your voice was heard once again.
"If I give my trust and loyalty to someone. I give them my heart."
Tim frowns. He's realizing what Bruce was listening to. "Is that- Are you spying on Y/n's therapy sessions?"
Bruce was quick to shut off the recording. Letting out a deep sigh.
"Weren't you the one who didn't want us to invade her privacy?" Tim was reasonable. You going to therapy is actually a good thing, because at least someone in their family was going to therapy.
But just to find out Bruce was spying on your sessions was just. . . disappointing.
"For a good reason." Bruces statement just angered Tim even more.
"Good reason? Bruce, she's a 16-year-old girl who's pouring her heart out to someone you paid to listen to her problems. If you were going to just going to do this. Talking to her would have been a better option." Tim crossed his arms with a deep frown.
"She won't talk to me Tim. . . she's hiding something." Bruce sighed as he looked back down at the recording.
"That doesn't mean you should be doing whatever this is!"
As Tim and Bruce argued, Dick came down with a box of pizza and a smile.
"Hey, I brought Pizza-" Dick cut himself off as he stumbled upon Tim and Bruce arguing.
"Whoa, whoa. What's going on here?" Dick walks up to the two with a slight nervous smile. Tim doesn't look all too happy.
"He's been spying on Y/n's therapy sessions!" Tim's words caused Dick's smile to slowly drop.
"Oh. . . oh Bruce that's not. . ."
Dick was trying so hard not to give Bruce a look of hard judgment. But in his attempt to do that his face forms cringe.
A school trip to a museum was giving you Daja'vu from your last field trip. Didn't go well due to the result of getting bitten by a spider and having long-lasting trauma from there on out.
You stared at a painting, a spider devouring a butterfly who was unfortunate enough to be caught in its web.
"Kind of a sad painting don't you think?" Someone spoke up.
You turn your head and see Jason. You don't seem surprised; you slowly turn back to the painting.
"Didn't think paint museums were your thing." You say as your eyes stayed trained on the spider eating the poor butterfly. Jason couldn't help but chuckle. "What do you think my thing is exactly?" He asks as he tilts his head while staring at the painting with you.
"Bird cage maybe. Isn't that where a bird like you should be?" You spoke almost mockingly. "Actually, I feel like that painting over there would be more of your taste." Your head jesters to a painting behind the two of you. Jason glanced back to see a painting of a bird being attacked by a black snake with green eyes.
What was painfully ironic about the painting, was that the bird was a robin.
". . ." That was a personal jab. Jason would usually get angry and curse someone out. But this was you, and he honestly understands your hate. Even when you say something cruel, he knows it's not aimed to him directly. But to yourself.
Jason stared back at the painting of the spider and butterfly. Then stared at you. You stared at the painting with, sympathy . . .?
No. Thats not it. Empathy maybe?
"The butterfly, do you feel bad for it?" His body facing you while his eyes stayed focus on your expression.
"It's the spider I pity."
Jason's brow raises from your words. "The spider?"
You stay silent for a moment.
"People hate the spider, for something it can't control. Kind of unfair if you ask me." Your stare didn't seem to be focused on the painting, seeming to be beyond that.
"Your weird" Jason mumbled. Not fully understanding what you were meaning.
Suddenly your spider senses spiked up. You were quick to grab Jason and pull him away causing you two to fall to the ground, right before a bomb was set off.
Jason was quick to get onto his feet
"Stay." Was all he said before running off. You got off the ground and scanned the area before running off to try and help others to get up and evacuate. Your spider senses were going crazy. People were screaming and the building was shaking.
you were so distracted you didn't notice something rolling to your feet. A smoke bomb. But the moment you noticed it, it was too late. Red smoke exploded into your face.
The sound of a ticking clock, the lights dimmed. You were in a chair, blinking a few times. Trying to process how you got here, you look up to see Mrs. Dean. Sitting on the chair across from you.
". . . Mrs. Dean?" Confusion was quick to take over you.
The air felt eerie, and oddly damp. You glanced around and see your in her office. You see Mrs. Dean talking. Her mouth moving but you heard nothing.
"I- I can't hear you-"
"Do you blame yourself?"
You stayed silent for a moment, Confused. You were getting this, unsettling feeling, causing you to grip the onto the chair you seem to not be able to get off from.
"What?" You spoke, almost in a whisper
"Well, it's quite common in this situation for a patient to feel a sort of guilt"
Your brows furrowed by Mrs. Deans statement.
"What situation. . .?"
Mrs. Dean doesn't answer. She freezes almost. No movement. Like she's been paused.
Your surroundings glitch.
And you're standing outside. In the rain, ruins around you. You couldn't process anything. Because you were staring down.
Starring down at a motionless body. The face. She doesn't have a face.
Where is her face. She's supposed to have a face, right? why doesn't she have a face? What is it supposed to look like?-
. . . who is this?
Your supposed to know who this is. But you don't. Why can't you remember? This isn't right. . . .
different faces glitch onto the woman. But none of them were right.
Why can't you remember?
what's wrong with you?
Why can't you remember?
Suddenly your body began to move. Your hands slowly move up to reveal blood. Your breathing increased, panic, dread. Utter dread.
"AAAAHHHHH!!!"
"Shit!" Jason struggled to hold you down. Bruce shouted for Dick to open the pod to get you out of this hallucinating state you were in due to the fear toxin. Your blood curdling screams echoed throughout the Batcave.
Your body thrashed as you screamed and cried. Your screaming was throwing Jason off. And it hurt. It hurt seeing you like this more than he would think. Bruce took hold of you and told Jason to grab a syringe to knock you out.
Bruce held onto you tight. You screamed out.
"Please! No- NO NO PLEASE NO!"
Jason ran back with the syringe and stuck it into your neck. You flinched, your head falling back as your eyelids slowly close.
"Mama . . ." You whispered, only audible for Jason and Bruce to hear. Giving the two men a few seconds of silence before Bruce quickly carried you to the pod.
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A/n: Yup, I'm back. Hope y'all are having a good school year for those in school. Hope y'all liked this one and feel free to give me any tips on making more unsettling seance (I just noticed I reached 1,007 followers. You guys going crazy with this)
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CRACK
Damian: Sister, am I ugly?
Y/n: What nonsense. I'm looking at you right now and you're the most beautiful boy in the world
5min later
Jason in tears: Am I ugly?
Y/n: Very much.
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Y/n: *Wakes up from noise and sees Tim sitting by her window* Shit- Tim what the hell??
Tim: *Hasn't slept in weeks and might be having hallucinations* Why are cowboys, called cowboys. When they ride horses. . . that would make them horse boys. . .
Y/n:
Tim:
Y/n: Alfred! We forgot to give Tim his melatonin! . . . again
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Damian: I sometimes have dreams of my past actions taunting me of who I am as a person now
Y/n:😨
Dick: Omg same!
Y/n: Wait- What?
Tim: *Nods in agreement*
Jason: I dream of punching things till they bleed.
Y/n:. . . You guys need therapy more than me. . .
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Jason: *Breaths*
Y/n: Oh my God SHUT UP!
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Bruce: I have raised five of my children very well.
Y/n: Who's the fifth?
Bruce:
Y/n: Because I know damn well It's not me.
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Jason: *Exists*
Y/n: Die.
Jason: What tf did I do!?
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Damian: Did you hear the gym teacher just got fired?
Y/n: Oh sh*t really?
Damian: Yeah.
Dick:. . . It wasn't for touching kids was it?
Y/n: oh man, come on man.
Damian: You ask that every time a staff member gets fired!
Dick: What? I gotta ask!
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Jason: *Bursts in Y/n's room* You'll never believe what I just found!
Y/n: A girlfriend?
Jason: . . . I hate you.
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(A/n: Just a lil something to occupy yourselves while I finish up the upcoming chapter)
Idk i feel like if we ever get to see hobie in ur atsv series he would call us tink or something like that ps love ur series 🫶🏾
I'll give a little spoiler.
Hobbie will be in the next chapter, their relationship isn't bad. Y/n will actually be very happy to see Hobbie again. idk what tink means, is it like a slang or sum?(sorry I low key sound stupid rn)