Robin Hood AU Part 1

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Batfam

• Family Knows Best / Part 2 (Platonic Yandere Batfam x m!reader)

•Smothered (Platonic Yandere x m!reader)

•Lost In Pages (Platonic Yandere x bookworm m!reader)

•Snuggled In (Platonic Yandere x m!reader)

•The Man In Red (Platonic batfam x m!reader)

•Held Tight (Platonic Yandere x m!reader)

"Hey Danny, say the word 'hair' in every single language you know." "Alright, how long can you make a TikTok?"

It's apparently some challenge, and another TikTokker doesn't believe Tucker when he says he knows someone who knows pretty much every language. So Danny, who has a built in cheat code to understand all dead languages, proceeds to say the word Hair in every single language he knows.

Tucker posts it.

Two weeks later, Jon Kent is scrolling through TikTok while lounging on the couch, his parents in the kitchen being gross.

There's this weird kid, face blurred and voice out of pitch for privacy, saying the word "hair" in every language he knows. It's a long video, and apparently there's three parts.

Then the boy says "hair" in perfect Kryptonian.

Then the boy breaks down and laughs, continuing in Kryptonian to say

"<<I think we're gonna have to blur me out man, that one was probably a mistake. I can already feel Superman breathing down my neck.>>"

"I can't understand you man, you're not speaking English."

The blurred teen laughs again and switches, repeating himself in English.

Clark is already by Jon's side by the time Jon looks up, eyes wide.

They call Bruce.

Vlad: Make sure to charm the youngest Wayne at tonight's gala. If you want your parents' business to stay afloat, you need funds. Bruce Wayne is known for throwing money at pretty things he wants in bed and the apple doesn't fall too far from the tree as they say.

Danny: Oh don't worry, Fruitloop, I'll use this perfect opportunity you provide well.

*At the Gala*

Danny: Hey bad-looking. You smell like a rotting corpse.

Damian: I beg your pardon?

Danny: *finger guns* Then beg.

Damian:.....

Danny: I'm a guest of Vlad Masters. Anything I do reflects him. Again, that's Vlad Masters. Oh by the way, your eyes resemble sick toads and your voice sounds like broken glass.

Damian: I don't understand what you're attempting to do.

Danny: And you never will. Kisses and death threats *blows kiss and leaves*

Dick: Are you okay Dami?

Damian: *clutching chest* Is this love!?

nightwing snap stories be like:

back to my roots fr

thanks @foerchen for helping me caption them<3

No More Chances

✧ M A S T E R L I S T ✧

Yandere Platonic Batfamily x Neglected Regressing GN Reader

In which a sad little child of a Wayne is somehow curse by the fates to live again and again, facing death in the end just to relive their fears, trauma and neglect from their own family.

Will they find away to end this looping nightmare or to live another reset again just to find a good gooddamn ending?.

Warning this Fic will contain:

Suicide and Suicidal thoughts, Death [Mainly Y/N's], Violence, Cursing, Drugs and substances, Guns and other weapons, Family Neglect, Talk about traumas or phobias, out of characters from the DC characters, mixed versions of the Batfamily [Will be mentioned if there are changes or implications of specific depictions of comics, games or other media for DC characters], Typos [ I can edit if there are typos but don't expect perfect or poetic English from me cuz I'm not that great in English ] and lastly This is NOT a Jinx!Reader I only had inspo of jinx and Arcane reference for this they are not fully Jinx because if they are then that would be a different fic now.

EXTRA EXTRA NOTE :

For the love of anything out there if you do not like to consume these type of fics in tumblr, DO NOT message or comment to me about how you don't like to read yandere or even x reader fanfictions in your feed, it's not my fault, I don't control your recommendation or what pops up in your screen, you have fingers SCROLL AWAY.

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PROLOGUE

Chapter 1 : Dear Mother, Goodbye

Chapter 2 : A New Reset, An Old Story

Chapter 3 : Hello Father, Die

Chapter 4 : Oh Love, Why can't I See You?

Chapter 5 : Poor Goldilocks, Nothing Is Just Right

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Melody composed by fate [song fic]

Death by Family

Father

Sons

Daughters

Grandfather

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Imma finna rock yo' shit

Black Betty Bam Balam

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Q&A for No More Chances are open (Don't ask for updates you already know why I don't post much)

[ If you're having trouble finding the chapters for this fic all of them will be tag with #No More Chances or find #Masterlist ] (all images are from mixed media of screenshots, Pinterest, tumblr and google)

I love the idea of Snape being the most amazing baker ever because of his potion skills.

He makes Lily a cake nearly every year when they are at Hogwarts because he can’t afford to get her anything else, she doesn’t mind and looks forward to the cake every year. Sometimes if she’s really upset he will make her cupcakes and wish her a ‘happy quarter till your birthday’ to make her laugh

Xenophilius asks Snape help to raise money to save Dragons from being used as training devices. Severus just sighs but shows up to the event with just an obscene amount of fucking cookies. They all sell out, he lied and said Xeno made them because he knew if he said he did people would think they were poisoned, but it wasn’t until the next day that Xeno hears this and corrects someone who complimented his baking skills. Minor freak out, but people ask Severus to bake for them too once in a white for money, especially younger year students who miss their mothers treats.

Snape on multiple occasions have left a wolfsbane potion/Healing potion, and protein based cookies shaped in dog bones near his hospital bed or desk. Remus in retaliation brags about how Snape makes him cookies every month.

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Bird in a Cage

Platonic Yandere! Batfamily x Gn! Adult! Reader

summary: You move back into Gotham after years of living in your own.

warnings: not entirely proofread, batfamily acting generally suspicious, reader uses they/them pronouns, implications of obsessive/stalking behavior, implications of yandere activities, let me know if I need to add more

Part 1

You sighed, staring out of the window of the vacant bus you were riding in. You were returning home, back to Gotham City; after being gone for what felt like so long yet so short of time.

You didn't have any good reason to be moving back into Gotham. There weren't any good job opportunities for you and you were living pretty ok back at your old place, but for some reason, you just wanted to return to your home city. Maybe you were feeling nostalgic, maybe you wanted to feel close to your family, maybe you wanted a change of pace; regardless of the reason, you couldn't really just turn back now. And it's not like you really wanted to.

Speaking of your family, your mind started to wander to the last time you had seen them in person. It felt like it happened so long ago yet yesterday at the same time.

After loading the last of the boxes, you were checking over everything, making sure everything was accounted for when you felt a large calloused hand on your shoulder.

"I suppose you're ready now?" A familiar gravely voice questioned behind you. You turned around to meet the blue-eyed gaze of Bruce Wayne: your adoptive father. He was never really one to show emotion but after living with him for a few years you were more easily able to pick up on what he was feeling.

“Yup, just checking to make sure I have everything,” You said, turning around to fully face your father. You gave him a soft smile before leaning forward and hugging him, wrapping your arms around him and burying your head into his chest.

“I’m gonna miss you, dad,” you whispered. You felt Bruce stiffen before awkwardly hugging you back.

“I’ll miss you too,” you heard Bruce murmur. Someone cleared their throat behind you, causing you to look up, only to meet your oldest brother’s, Dick Grayson’s, gaze. Behind him were your other siblings, Jason, Tim, Cass, Duke, and Damian.

“What? About to leave without even saying bye to your own siblings?” Dick teased. You huffed and rolled your eyes before turning around to hug him.

“Of course not,” You said. You turned your head to your other siblings, motioning for them to join in on the hug. Cass and Duke immediately joined in on the hug while Tim and Jason hesitantly followed. You looked at Damian who was awkwardly standing off to the side next to Bruce, his arms crossed.

“That means you too, Dami,” You teased. Damian stiffened before whispering a small ‘tt’ under his breath and joining in on the hug.

You were snapped out of thoughts when you felt the bus stop. This was your stop. With nothing more than a small grunt you wordlessly got out of your seat, quietly thanked the bus driver, exited the bus, and then started to make your way to what would be your new home in an apartment complex.

As you made your way to the apartment complex, the thought of getting in touch with your family and telling them that you had moved back into Gotham did not once cross your mind.

You groaned and rubbed your eyes as you sat up from your uncomfortable sleeping position on the couch one of your friends had offered to you as you were preparing to move. You looked around and noted you still had a lot of boxes you needed to empty. 

By the time you arrived at your apartment building, the only thing you could do was take all of your boxes from the moving truck and promptly go to sleep on the couch. 

As you sat on the couch, assessing where to start unpacking, your stomach rumbled. You could’ve ignored it, but you also knew it wouldn’t do you much good to unpack on an empty stomach. So with a sigh and a grunt, you got off the couch, stretched, grabbed your coat off the side of the couch, grabbed your keys, and then left your room, locking the door behind you.

You remembered spotting a small cafe on the bus ride to your apartment complex, so with no other options, you decided to go there. It didn’t seem too far, after all.

When you first entered the cafe, the smell of coffee and sweets hit you like a freight train. When it was your turn to order you didn’t order much, just a coffee and a bagel. As you sat down with your order and started to sip on your coffee, it hit you that back when you were growing up, you had never been in this section of Gotham. In fact, you never really even left the Manor. It’s not like you ever felt you needed to, you didn’t have many friends and most of what you needed was provided to you.

When you left the Manor and started living on your own, it was a struggle at first, but you actually started talking to people. Making friends and subsequently going out with those friends. It was hard times and you missed your family, but those years of living on your own outside of Gotham was something you’d never trade for anything.

“…(Y/n)? Is that you?” A very familiar voice snapped you out of your contemplation. You rose your head up to see the voice calling to you belonged to one of your very own brothers; Tim Drake. Despite the fact that it had been a few years since you were actually able to look at him in person, he didn’t actually look that different from the last time you saw him. His hair was a little longer, sure, but he was still your older brother. Still Tim Drake.

“Tim,” was all you were able to get out as you nearly bolted out of your seat. After an awkward second of silence you added, a bit more composed this time, “it’s been such a long time since I last saw you.”

Tim chuckled and gave you a quick hug before sitting down, with you following after him and sitting back down in your seat.

“Yeah, you bet,” He said. Suddenly his smile slightly faltered.

“I didn’t know you were coming back to Gotham. Did you tell any of the others about this?” Tim asked.

As you absentmindedly took a bite of your bagel you were about to say yes when it hit you that you had, in fact, not told any of your family that you’d be moving back into Gotham. Quickly swallowing your bite of the bagel, you groaned an “oh no” before pinching the bridge of your nose, your eyes shut tight. You heard Tim sigh.

“God, I’m so sorry, it completely slipped my mind to tell you guys,” You apologized before lifting up your head and placing your hand over Tim’s, “the minute I get back home I’ll text the group chat, I promise.”

Tim flashed you a weird look, but didn’t say anything, just nodded his head. You found that you were now lacking your appetite, so you wrapped what was left of your bagel in a few napkins and got up, with Tim watching but not saying a thing, an unreadable expression on his face.

“I gotta get back home, need to unpack my things and deal with some other stuff. But, we can hang out later, right?” You hopefully asked. Tim’s unreadable expression melted away and he gave you a lopsided smile.

“Got it, take care of yourself,” Tim said. You nodded your head and promptly left the cafe.

Your first few days of living in Gotham were…a bit rough. Simultaneously unpacking all your things and looking for job opportunities while living off of tap water and ramen noodle packets wasn’t exactly fun, but it wasn’t much worse than when you first moved out.

As things started to calm down and you were able to land yourself a job interview at a place nearby, you decided to head to the grocery store for things other than microwaved ramen noodles.

Pushing your cart through the aisles and aisles of foods and other items, you took a second to look down at the small shopping list you had quickly written out for yourself, making sure that you got everything, when you felt someone tap your shoulder. You turned around only to come face to face with your oldest brother, Dick Grayson. You fully turned around, noting that he also didn’t change that much from the last time you saw him.

“Oh, hey Dick, didn’t expect to see you around here. I thought you still lived in Blüdhaven,” you said. Dick simply chuckled before ruffling your hair, just like he used to do when you were still a kid.

“Nah, I do still live in Blüdhaven. I was just coming in to visit Bruce and the others. I actually didn’t expect to run into you, today,” Dick explained.

How would you run into me in this grocery store if you were just coming into Gotham to visit Bruce and the others…? was a question you wanted to ask, but you didn’t feel it was appropriate to ask, so you held your tongue.

“Oh, well. That’s nice,” You said, “sorry, Dick, but I really gotta hurry and pay for these. Maybe I can visit the Manor and we can—”

“How are you supposed to pay for those without your wallet?” Dick asked, innocently tilting his head. You furrowed your eyebrows at him before burying your hands into your coat pockets.

“What? No, I definitely have…” You trailed off as you realized your wallet was not in one of your pockets. You slumped your shoulders and groaned. Great. You went through all the effort to get the groceries and now you couldn’t even actually pay for them.

You heard Dick suppress a snicker before walking to stand next to you and put his hand on your shoulder.

“How about I pay for them?” Dick offered. You immediately straightened up and feverishly shook your head.

“Oh no, you don’t have to,” you tried to refuse. Dick’s smile fell and you could’ve sworn you felt his grip on your shoulder tightened a smidge.

“But I want to. You clearly can’t pay for them yourself on account of…y’know; no wallet,” Dick pressured. You pursed your lips and looked everywhere but Dick’s face before caving in and sighing.

“Ok, sure,” You mumbled. Dick’s cheery smile returned and he ruffled your hair once more before walking you to the cash register.

As you took your bagged groceries and went your separate ways, something dawned on you.

How did Dick even know you forgot your wallet if he just happened to run into you in the grocery store?

Yeah as you can see from the top of this, this is a multi chapter long fic lol. I did originally intent this to be a one-shot but with the way I was writing it it just felt kind of awkward for it to be one entire fic, so I’m splitting into chapters.

don’t expect like several more chapters after this lol, I’m probably only going to write one or two chapters after this, preferably only one

I may also upload this fic to ao3 but don’t immediately expect it to be on there

also yeah, sorry if there isn’t much actual yandere behavior, but I wanted this first chapter to be like, the build up, and I still did want to add faint little implications of the batfam’s yandere behavior but that might not have actually gone through in text so lol

Queen Bee’s Hive

Chapter 4- The Night it Goes Wrong

A/N: So uhhh, heads up, things will get horrific so I gotta warn yall

Trigger Warning: Major body horror, bones breaking, blood, teeth falling out, and whatnot. Like this is my first time actually writing something like and I was like 😨 If you ain’t comfortable with that, let me give you a short TL:DR at the end of the taglist.

I’ll put a sign that when it’ll begin and end with this: ꧂꧁꧂꧁꧂꧁꧂꧁꧂꧁꧂ ꧁꧂ ꧁꧂ ꧁꧂ ꧁

ALSO I may not post in a while, I got vacation with the fam!

The moment Alfred Pennyworth saw you in that police station, clutching onto the edge of the seat with your big eyes, and confused look, he knew he was going to adore you.

He has been a caretaker, a protector, a father all his life, raising Bruce when his parents, Alfred’s cherished friends, have died. He tended to his wounds and assisted when Dick was first brought into the Manor.

Ever since then, he has cared, loved, protected, and cherished every single member of this family. He was a great guardian to all.

However, Alfred was far from perfect, shamefully leaving his daughter to care for a family he wasn’t related to, yet he hoped raising all of Bruce’s children would make up for his neglected ways.

That’s why he attached himself to you. You were neglected outright the moment you held out your hand for Bruce to shake. He was appalled seeing his son ignore you so blatantly.

Perfect as he may not have been, he saw his daughter in you. He may not have fully have the memory of Julia Pennyworth’s childhood, but he knew she was a spunky and bright as you.

Yet despite the promise of taking care of you, life had other plans when Bruce took in Jason, taking the title of Robin to him. He was relieved to see you have one family member to bond over.

But after Jason’s death, it was back to square one with you. His heart ached seeing you get rejected with each member, and he tried his best to make sure you had felt included, even if it was him only.

Old habits die hard, he supposed. He once or twice failed to acknowledge you for he has been too busy with the other members, as one does. One memory was horrible when he failed to arrive for your science fair, and you returned home with your tear stained cheeks.

He has never forgiven himself since, each failed parenting attempt a reminder that he has failed his daughter. Unhealthy as it may have been, Alfred knew you weren’t her.

You were more than any child he has seen being adopted in the Wayne Manor. You were his child, and what had happened that day made him knew he failed you once more.

Cleaning the garden with some members of the family, Alfred returned back inside for drinks. Tim had the foolishly wise idea to throw a stick at a window, your window, where the beehive laid.

The bees began to emerge from their hive and hovered around the family, not fully attack until Dick panicked and sprayed the bees with the hose, completely missing and hit your window again.

The bees weren’t thrilled with the attack on your window, so they began to sting the members, first Dick, then heavily at Tim. Steph hid behind Bruce as the oldest member quickly avoided the bees and pulled out the pesticides for the weeds.

When Alfred returned, horror ran throughout his body when he saw the dead bees and hive. That was when he began shouting at them, the moment you returned home, and the moment you finally broke.

“Wow, crybaby,” Damien snarked while walking in the garden to see the commotion. He watched you run back inside, and couldn’t help but snicker acting so pathetic.

“Steph, clean up this mess, I’ll have to tend to Tim’s stings,” Bruce pinched his nose in frustration, not aware of Alfred’s frozen body, anger rising to his face before he let out a harsh and cold tone.

“Bruce Thomas Wayne!!” Everyone stopped what they were doing, looking at Alfred. Bruce froze, as the butler was royally pissed off, yet it only showed in his eyes.

“Never in my life if raising you, tending to your failures and comfort your pain, would I ever expect you to treat one of your children with such negligence and disgust!” He shouted, causing the siblings to look down, however Alfred saw that they weren’t full realizing what they did, which made him more furious.

“You not only proved to me that you never truly known Master (Name), but you proved to me that despite all of your achievements involving the rest of your kids, you are still arrogant enough to not ever acknowledge your own flesh in blood when they were in pain!” Pulling out his wallet, Alfred shows rows of photos of you as a kid, beaming while holding up a trophy.

Bruce instinctively opened his mouth to defend himself, but words died on his tongue, eyes drifting down to the destroyed beehive. You were always talking about bees, he thinks. What did you talk about?

And those photos. They looked old. You weren’t that old today, right? Bruce felt his stomach knot. How old were you?

“Pennyworth,” Damien at least had the decency to avoid eye contact, as no one dared to backtalk to Alfred when he’s scolding. “It was just a bunch of-,”

“Master Damien, you of all people here should know what the bond is between human and animal,” He turned to the youngest son, “Your strong bond with your pets are the equivalent to Master (Name)’s bonds with their bees. If not, their bond is stronger,” That had Damien to shut up.

“They have worked hard, every single day just to prove that they belonged in this family. Despite your comments, lack or affection, and shameful harmful attacks, they never let their smile disappear,” There were times he truly thought he failed you when you couldn’t smile, yet the next day the genuine joy was back.

“I am utterly not only disappointed in everyone here, but utterly appalled to witness you all not realize how exactly in the wrong you are,” Alfred tightened his fingers and dug them into his gloved palms, his projections strong.

“They adored you all, despite not knowing your nightly escapades, they wished to be apart of your hearts along with everyone else!” Alfred stretched his arm out to the hive, “Yet the proof is right on the floor, murdered by their own father,” The hive was now meant a lot to Alfred as it was to you.

“I, myself, is also to blame. I lack the strength to speak up sooner, in hopes that you all might finally one around and open your hearts and arms for them, but I was wrong,” He admitted, guilty memories of him leaving Julia haunted him. He won’t do the same with you.

“I expect you all to apologize first thing in the morning, we don’t want a foul mood lingering in the air when their birthday is simply two days away,” Not letting any of them have the final say, Alfred turned on his heels and marched inside, heart slamming against his chest.

He looked around then at the stairs, where Duke was standing there with a concerned look on his face. That gave Alfred a hint on where you went.

“A-Alfred?” Duke quietly mumbled, peaking out of the stairwell like a child admitting to do something wrong. Alfred let out a deep sigh before motioning Duke to follow him.

“Is this… where their room was all along?” Duke said in shock, then shame washed over his face. Even the door looked small compared to the massive doors that led to his room. Alfred closed his eyes and knocked with his knuckle.

“Master (Name)?” He began, “I heavily and sincerely apologize for what has happened with your bees. Please forgive my lack of defense towards your dear creatures. I’m sorry,” He called through the door. Silence, making the butler talk again.

“Words cannot describe how awful I feel, Master (Name). I promise you with my very soul, everything will change after this day,” He rested his forehead against the door, collecting his composure as to not feel more ashamed while imagining your cries while holding onto him.

“Y-yeah, (Name)! Maybe tomorrow, we could go eat take out! Relax at the beach, or watch a movie!” Duke piped up, a nervous smile on his face. You didn’t respond, which had Alfred worried.

“Master (Name)?” Gently twisting the doorknob, Alfred pushed the door open. Duke couldn’t see inside as Alfred peered in, but soon swung the door open. Duke hadn’t had time to react before Alfred turn to run off in the halls. And when Duke looked back in your room, he knew why.

You were gone.

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The rain became heavy, splashing into your fabric and letting it soak it all until your clothes felt heavy. Yet you’d didn’t stop, you had to keep skating through the empty streets of Gotham.

You crashed into the rough sidewalk, scrapping large cuts and stabs of concrete digging into your skin. You just kept on pushing and continued to skate through the heavy rain. The glow from Ivy’s pollen she gifted you lit up the way to the warehouse in the harsh storm.

You managed to easily slide underneath the broken door to the warehouse, still gaining more slices form the gravel and concrete, yet you didn’t care at all.

“No more waiting, I have to do this now,” You panted, starting up the generators and checking on your hive. You wiped more tears, or was it rain?, while watching your mother’s beehive still intact. You may have failed your bees, but you won’t fail your mother.

You tossed your wet jacket on the old tv, taking your phone out to check the time and record this very moment of Raine history.

11:45

You were completely unaware that you had left your deceased Queen bee in you pocket, and by putting your jacket on the tv, she slipped out and landed into the honey.

Unaware of what you did, the honey began to glow the orange light, brighter hues swirled around the poor insects before completely dissolving her completely.

You turned back to the honey jar, grabbing it and paced around, determination etched all over your face. You’ll prove them that you do belong, that your existence was worth something just like them.

“Project: Honey,” You began, “An intense research study on genetically altering the DNA and structure of the honeybee. To provide better insight on saving endangered plants and to uprise the declining bee population,” While you talked, you kept on starting up everything in the warehouse.

You stood in the center, holding the jar over your head, faltering for a moment. You second guessed yourself on not waiting for a little while more, but flashes of the Waynes, you knew you had to do it.

“Final test, what more can you push yourself into being a part of your research than being just like a bee?” You asked yourself, holding the jar up in the light, “For you, mama,” And with that, you took a small sip.

You shut your eyes tight, hitching your breath. Yet the moment you swallowed the thick honey, your eyes shot back open, mouth salivating while you looked back at the jar, hands trembling.

It was-

“So sweet…” You muttered, tasting more of the honey. You never tasted anything like this! Each sip was more flavorful than the last. You needed more.

“So floral… so savory…” You stuck your finger in the jar, addicted to such a flavor. Your senses were too focused on the honey to realize your eyes began to turn a pinkish red, and your genetic bees began to rumble within their hives.

“So good,”

꧂꧁꧂꧁꧂꧁꧂꧁꧂꧁꧂ ꧁꧂ ꧁꧂ ꧁꧂ ꧁

But that was when the itching started.

“Fuck…” You hissed, feeling your arms itch, and soon your whole body began to feel like it needed to be rubbed with sandpaper. Your nails scratched against your arms and neck, the urge to peel your skin off was overwhelming.

Your stomach felt ill, but it wasn’t from the honey. Your vision blurred, until you felt something wet run down your cheek. You wiped them away, believed to be tears, but only when you saw dark strains on your fingers, you realized blood was seeping from your eyes.

You couldn’t even scream when pain shot to your limbs.

Suddenly, a grotesque sound of bones breaking, and extreme jolts of hot searing pain ran to your spine. The ringing of your ears didn’t cover the piercing high pitch screams of horror. Your skin tightens and cracks, bones twisting in agony, as if something was pushing against your skin.

You felt like vomiting, the bile, or was it blood? You found out quickly when you spat out a glob of both vomit and blood, but something hard slipped through your lips.

Your tooth. Your teeth.

One became three, and soon every tooth began to fall out with strong strings of blood and shreds of gums trailing behind them. You choked out a low, guttural sound emitting from your very throat, a sound you never made before.

It wasn’t a scream, yet you did felt like screaming with every single emotion you experienced. You wanted this to stop, this was horrifying enough to make you want to cry out, do something. The sounds coming out of you became higher pitch, almost like a screech from an unknown creature.

Your spin felt like it was scalding hot, searing pain spreads across your back until you let out another screech when you heard the sickening CRUNCH of muscles and skin break by your spine.

Your back splits open, something pushing through like it needed you. You needed air. It pushed through, getting larger by the minute before the head pulls out with a loud ear piercing sound emitting from its mouth.

It wasn’t an it. It was you.

It felt like your skin was being pulled off, like a crab molting from its old skin. Your… old body began to spasm until it fell limp, your new body crawling out, spreading wings out and fully standing tall.

Yet despite the ease of escaping the skin, the agonizing pain still very much lingered. You never stopped screeching with how much your body distorted. Legs, arms, mouth and body, everything was unbearable.

“M-MAMA!!” You screeched out, gurgled by the globs of blood you keep vomiting out. Your stomach lurched and heaved with the torture you’ve been enduring, flashes of memories seeming to be the one good thing in this disturbing experience.

Then-

Silence.

꧂꧁꧂꧁꧂꧁꧂꧁꧂꧁꧂ ꧁꧂ ꧁꧂ ꧁꧂ ꧁

Everything was over. The pain wasn’t there, but the fear never went away. You didn’t comprehend what happened, what you became, and where you were. You were snapping your head around, watching the warehouse lights intently before eyes spotted the beehive.

The moment you looked at it, your eyes hurt from the sudden burst of light emerged from your head and back. Your blurry eyes trailed down to your own body, seeing two pairs of arms. But besides your arms, underneath you.

Was the body of you.

You gently clasped your hands underneath your once human body. Cheeks stained with blood that leaked from your tears, limbs contorted in an inhumane way, and eyes faded into grey pupils.

Vision blurry yet still coherent, they landed on the clock, where it flashed a bright infrared sequence of numbers to tell the time.

11:52

It was merely seven minutes of agonizing torture.

CRASH

The sunroof shattered by the weight of multiple people, having you whip your body around to see Batman. His cowl never showed much, yet his eyes showed more than enough emotions. Most was fear. But for what? Or who.

Along with Batman, stood the Robins. Red Robin assessed what was going on in front of them, before feeling sick when he saw what the scene was in front of them all.

A large grotesque figure, almost two times the size of Bane himself, a bright colorful glow surrounding it while it flexed its thorax. And underneath the beast… was your body, back completely ripped as if it had taken your skeleton, completely lifeless.

Your eyes couldn’t properly identify what or who was in front of you, all pairs of your eyes darting in completely different directions and not being able to fully spot the figures. The confusion made you tighten your grip on your old corpse more.

You opened your mouth to at least release a sound, before screeching when a baterang swooshed past your neck, body acting fast and barely avoided a decapitation.

“GET AWAY FROM THEM!!” Robin screamed, charging towards you with a strong swing of his sword. You dropped your body and scrambled back, your new form not yet in control. You skidded against the concrete flooring, pushing both pairs of arms to steady yourself.

Signal, Batman, Orphan, Red Robin, Spoiler, Nightwing, Robin, and Red Hood all began to surround you, all had looks underneath their helmets, cowls, and masks that show they were out for blood, filled with anguish and rage.

Red Hood pulled out a gun, cocking it before aiming it at you. All of your eyes darted around as you began to get surrounded by them, your hearing still ringing as you could see them shout, yet no words were audible.

Before any of the Bats can attack, your genetic bees swarm around them, glowing yellow and orange as if blinding them. You felt yourself pull towards to the hive, and you took a big leap over them and clumsily landed in the now ruined garden.

The bees got aggressive, the whole hive glowing brighter and brighter as they all began to buzz so loud, it was all anyone could hear.

Robin raised one of his swords, about to attack and destroy the hive, but Signal tackled him, looking like he was shouting at the boywonder. You didn't care, you had to escape.

Arms wrapped around the hive, and clutched it to your chest as you needed to escape. Just when you felt hopeless in escaping, the world felt lighter, as if you were floating.

Which you were. You were flying.

You couldn’t even comprehend what was happening until you burst through the broken sunroof, still clutching your hive securely.

Where were you? You didn’t know, all you had to know was that staying in one place will get you killed. You body flew across the city buildings, emitting a powerful light bursting from your body. It would’ve been something to marvel about if it wasn’t your weakness at the moment.

Flying in the air was exposing you as a big red target. As if knowing what you wanted, your body began to tilt downward and fly towards the ground. Yet you still didn’t know how to control your body, so you crash landed.

You didn’t recognize this place, or maybe you did? Your mind was being overwhelmed with the horrors you endured. The rain hit your disgusting form with harsh impacts, as if the world was punishing you for committing on such a foolish act.

You crawled the best you can into a narrow alleyway, avoiding large areas to get spotted faster. You never stopped panting, you never stopped panicking, all of this frantic terrified emotions soon stopped when you finally were able to pause and stare at the reflection from a trash lid.

You were no longer yourself. You were nothing but a monster. You were this large beast, one more pair of arms protruding from your waist, each hand containing sharp, claw-like fingers.

Legs were definitely not resembling human, as they were slightly thick. It looked like they were made to be agile and strong. Your second pair of hands dug their claws into your thighs, as if trying to see if it was all a bad dream.

Your face wasn’t any different. Three pairs of eyes, antennas prominent on your face, with a sharp and golden charm-like plaque above your head. Two thoraxes one both sides of your mouth… where did your mouth go…?

Large translucent wings with pink and yellow hues, your large abdomen behind you and hair on your head… both were glowing. Bright colors of blue, yellow, pink, and orange swirled within, lighting up the dark and grim alley you landed in.

The final touch was the stinger, sharp and long, and it was embarrassingly twitching.

Some say you were the most beautiful and fascinating creature they ever stumbled upon, but you knew better. You were this gross disgusting beast that crawled out of your old body.

You failed your mother, you failed yourself, and you failed your poor bees who died in vain by the hands of your… your… what were they?

You sniffled before peering into the hive you still clutched against your arms. They still glowed, giving out an almost harmonious buzz, as if they were comforting you. You saw the Queen bee still alive inside, much for alive than your poor Queen bee at home-

Wait.

Your queen bee. Where was she when you ran away?

You couldn’t even think before you let out another screech, dropping your hive as you got dragged out of the alleyway. You scratched against the ground, desperately trying to get a hold of a strong object, yet it was futile as strong vines wrapped around your body, the tip of the vine gripping your jaw.

"Well well well~”

A voice. A soothing alluring tone that echoed through the night. Your glowing body allowed you to see a slender figure rising above you with the help of plants, strangely familiar red rose hair and a bright smirk across their… her lips.

“It seems to me that I have myself a little~... a little..." Her smirk faltered, eyes narrowing at you, before they trailed down to the necklace around your neck. They widened in horror, the vines loosening ever so slightly before she pushed the plants for carry her closer to you.

"Bumblebee?" Ivy uttered, and your whole body went loose within her binds. All of your eyes, wide eyed and scared, stared at her own, softening as if you recognized her for the first time. That had her stomach drop. Did you not recognize her?

You began to let out another screech of fear as you heard the Bats coming. Ivy furrowed her eyebrows, looking at the small figures getting closer on the buildings, then at you... or rather, what now became of you.

She quickly covered your face with her vine, pulling your struggling body into her flower shop and into a secret passage. There laid a base for all the villains to law low, each of them shouting in annoyance over Ivy's vines, but soon shut up seeing you.

"Hey hey, it's okay,” She tried to shush you, “You need to stop thrashing, I cannot help you if you're in a state of panic," Yet like a caged animal, you were relentless on trying to escape the vine’s grasp, holding you in the middle of the base.

Riddler, Two-Face, Harley Quinn, Bane, Scarecrow, Catwoman, and every other villain that escaped Arkham and are laying low watched intently, whispering to one another.

“(Name)?" "It's them..." "Not my poor child, what has happened to them?" "No.." Henchmen and villains alike all watched timely as you struggled against the binds of the sturdy vines, Ivy watching you intently.

“Oh (Name)..." She whispered, “What has happened to you?” She cupped your cheek, thumb rubbing against the thorax as you continued to sob, a small vulnerable child stuck in a monstrous body.

"S...Sc-Ared." You choked out, "M-Mа...Mа... W-wa-nt... M-Mama..." Blood still seeped out of what is now your mouth, staining the thorax with wet splotches of red. Your voice was no longer filled with bright, anxious, or even sarcastic tone.

Ivy didn’t know how to calm you down. How could she fix something when she has no idea how you became like this? Earlier this morning you were this bubbly, clumsy teen who tripped over their own shoes, and now? And why don’t you know her?

From the corner of her eyes, she saw Harley motioning her to hug you. She was hesitant at first, not knowing if your glowing hair is harmful, but she couldn’t let her baby client suffer like this.

"I'm so sorry the world hasn't been kind to you, little bumblebee," She hushed your broken cries. She bent you towards her, lowering you down as she placed you head against her chest.

"But I will be here for you," The warmth of her arms wrapped around your head, the steady heartbeat from her chest, the vines now simply holding your hands. You finally calmed down until there was nothing but hiccups and sniffles.

For once in this terrible night, you felt safe.

Buzzzzz

“I’ll always be here for you, (Name),”

A/N: wow... that's a whole lot of trauma for you.

BUUUT ANYWAYS, for those who skipped the part.

TL:DR- You got turned into an anthropomorphic bee in a horrifying way cuz I gotta do that Imao.

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