Little Demon

Danny covered his nose with his hand. Where ever he landed smelled absolutely foul, like rotten fruit and burning tires mixed with chem lab.

"Remind me to bring a face mask the next time I explore the Infinite Realms." He muttered, before kicking a soda can down the alley he was in and being repulsed by the squelch sound it made when it came into contact with a very questionable looking puddle, "Better yet, a gas mask." He glanced at the puddle again, "Or I could go full Hazmat." Clockwork had told him this world was full of superheros and villians and to steer clear of it, but once he learned there were aliens in this world he couldn't help himself. Danny had always been weak to his curiosity, but he liked to believe he was cautious, and chose to stay in his Phantom for for added protection.

Turning on his heel he exited onto a deserted street lined on one side by a chain-link fence. The sky above him was filled with clouds so ominous and dark that Danny honestly couldn't tell you if it was night or day, all he knew was that it was going to rain soon and hopefully these awful smells would be drowned out by the downpour.

Danny got his wish only minutes later. Thankfully Phantom was unbothered by the cold and could just bask in the rain as it fell apon him. A lesser known fact about ghosts is that thier clothes are made from thier ectoplasm and are part of thier bodies, much like a second layer of skin, so one would be able to feel things on thier clothes as easily as they would with thier bare skin. The level of sensitivity varies with the type of clothing however. All this to say Danny loved the feeling of the rivulets of rainwater traveling down his ghostly hazmat suit.

He was so preoccupied with enjoying the sensation that he didn't notice anything was wrong until he was jolted forward from the weight of someone landing on his back. The person was quick and precise, taking no time at all to have his wrists pinned behind his back and- weirdly enough- thier teeth digging into the material around his neck.

His parents designed the Hazmat suit Danny was wearing not only to deal with dangerous chemicals, but to fight supernatural foes. The area around the neck was reinforced with the intention of protecting against fatal gunshots and decapitations so naturally someone's jaw wasn't going to be enough to break through to his neck.

Danny let out a laugh as the person kept chewing on his neck like a confused puppy. Oh, Danny thought, they've gone feral. It was odd for someone to go feral but it could occur when a person has gone through something traumatic recently or through extreme stress. It made sense since the person ridding piggy back on him was dressed like a superhero. Danny wondered if that was why the person didn't have a scent. Danny learns facepalmed when he remembered that scentblockers existed and not everyone's scent dramatically changed whenever they went out as a hero. The scent change was probably one of the few things that have kept him alive up to this point to be honest.

"So, I guess you're not going to tell me why you're chewing on my neck like the worlds most pathetic vampire, are you?" No one deserves that title more than the fruitloop to be honest. He made a mental not to use that one against Vlad the next time he saw him.

Chewy whined at this, seeming to slump a bit from the apparent failure to bite him. What was that about? Was this actually a vampire? How would a vampire even react to Dannys ecto-blood combo meal anyway? Would it be like food poisoning? Or would it taste amazing from one undead to another. "I'm not exactly human, are you sure you wanna bite me? I might not taste so good." Danny warned, but the moment he mentioned letting the person bite him they were eager again.

Danny chuckled and unzipped the material only a bit before it was loose enough to move out of the way. The vampires bite came with a sharp pain like he expected but there was no suction. No drinking of blood. Just some weirdo biting Danny on the neck. Huh.

Danny hoped he didn't get rabies from this.

He must have accidentally said that out loud as there was a small laugh from the rooftops above them. There stood another person in a superhero outfit with some really tall dude dressed as a giant bat, and that was when Danny decided to bail. It was one thing to let a maybe vampire bite you in a random street in the middle of the night but more of them? And ones a big scary furry? Hard pass.

Phantom did as Phantoms do and went invisible and intangible, escaping from Biteys jaws and startling the heros. He ignored the distressed whine Munchy let out after loosing their spookyest chew toy and quickly rubbed the scent gland near dannys jaw on the top of thier head as an act of comfort before bolting.

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Danny poked at the bite mark on his neck. Screw rabies, he better not get turned into a werewolf. He didn't need that on top of his ghostly crap. Sam seemed fascinated by the mark, after all, it wasn't every day that Danny got a scar, especially one so obvious. Most injuries heal quickly and leave no trace of him ever being injured in the first place which helped a lot in keeping his secret identity.

Luckily Danny hadn't needed to lie to mom and dad. He truthfully told them about some wierdo jumping off of a nearby rooftop and plunging thier teeth into his neck and that two other people had tried to corner him during this. He assured his mom that he had gotten away quickly but was a little shaken by it and his dad praised him for being brave and managing to escape.

That was nice. But he still had to figure out what was up with this bite...and why he felt so compelled to go back to that city.

Back to that hero.

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Aka an A/B/O au where in Danny's universe all the Alphas are extinct and the betas followed soon after and the DC universe all the Omegas went extinct and betas followed after . Not like a "they finally went extinct in the 1700s after centuries of thier numbers dwindling" thing and became a myth/fairytale (tho I like that too) but a "this might be the missing link between cave men and modern humans" kinda thing.

Its up to you which bat bit Danny and exactly what that means. I love abo aus without smut cause there's so much potential for chaos and I am very much ace.

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.

“this is so us!”

Damian x male!reader

Male reader and Damian seeing a black cat hiss at them. The black cat moves in front of a brown one, seeming to protect it as its green eyes turn into slits. Damian glares at the black cat as you just stand behind him weirded out.

“Dude…it’s like..us. But cats.” You say jokingly, moving to the brown cat who seemed to warm up immediately to you. You cooed at it as Damian and the black cat still glare at each other.

“Dami stop it!” You say, the brown cat also hissed at the black cat as well. Making the two black haired/fur beings look at the two and behave. Damian scoffed as the cat just meowed deeply as well. Moving towards the brown cat who seemed to purr at the black one. You started to put the brown cat down.

Damian immediately grabs your hand, interlocking his fingers with yours as he just mumbles in Arabic. Probably cursing bout that cat, he loves animals. But that animal was an asshole.

But so was he.

Sealed Halfa

DP x DC Prompt

Danny had been living a pretty good life. He was the Ghost King. His Ghostly Rogues are scheduling fights with him. His grades are improving. The GIW had just up and vanished. And Vlad hasn't been doing anything lately to challenge Danny for the title of Ghost King.

He should have been more careful. The reason for Vlad's silence was because the GIW had captured him and ended the Fruitloop. And now they have him. But nothing the GIW does can permanently end him, as the Crown of Flames and the Ring of Rage keep him alive. So the GIW had sealed Danny, which also makes his Ecto Signature impossible to detect by any type of means, and only a GIW member knows the location of where Danny was sealed.

This act alone had caused the ghosts to enact a war on the earth. The war had ravaged the planet to the point that it was inhospitable to almost anything living. So Clockwork had reset the planet. No one could be spared from the reset, as the entire dimension would destabilize and destroy itself.

Danny remains in the seal, still 16, and still a Halfa, as the Crown of Flames and the Ring of Rage sustain his Human Halfs by converting the Ectoplasm they generate into nutrients for their King. And as time passes, Danny's Ectoplasm leaks out of his seal, causing pools of Ectoplasm to be made all around the world.

The Crown of Flames and the Ring of Rage consume any humans that enter the pools of Ectoplasm and converts their bodies and souls into nutrients for their king. And occasionally, sometimes, when the person survives the pools of Ectoplasm, they are left the emotions of the King that has been sealed away by the US Government.

When Tim had blown up multiple League of Assassins bases on his journey to get Bruce out of the timestream, the explosions had caused ancient cave systems to be shifted and slowly open up pathways to the surface, but the pathways would take quite a few years before they could reach the surface.

And on Damian's 16th birthday, he is kidnapped by his mother and taken to Nanda Parbat to become the Demons Head.

As the Batfam is fighting the Assassins and Talia in the Lazarus Pit chamber, the ground beneath them crumbles, and they all tumble and fight their way down the long cave system they have found themselves in.

The cave system leads them to a very much abandoned lab with a big glowing green crystal in the center of it. And then Jason shoots the crystal, causing the crystal to crack all over (the ectoplasm in Jason had taken control of him and knew that the King would be freed if it damaged the seal that contained the King).

After who knows how long, Danny is freed from the seal, and after he regains his bearings, he looks up and sees his Dad in a bat suit. His mom has a different hair color, and he sees his own face staring right back at him along with the many other people staring at him (Danny and Damian are the same person from different timelines).

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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[ O N G O I N G ]

Headcannons

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Fate's Chapter Assessment

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No More Chances Q&A [#No More Chances Q&A]

Flasbacks&Babies

Doodles& Hallucinations

BadguyOrNot?

-✧✦✧-INTERTWINED FATES-✧✦✧-

Melody composed by fate [song fic]

Death by Family

Father

Sons

Daughters

Grandfather

✧✦✧ CRACKED VISIONS ✧✦✧

Imma finna rock yo' shit

Black Betty Bam Balam

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𝕸𝖆𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖑𝖎𝖘𝖙

𝔅𝔞𝔱 𝔉𝔞𝔪𝔦𝔩𝔶 𝔵 𝔑𝔢𝔤𝔩𝔢𝔠𝔱𝔢𝔡 ℜ𝔢𝔞𝔡𝔢𝔯 𝔵 𝔗𝔬𝔨𝔶𝔬 ℜ𝔢𝔳𝔢𝔫𝔤𝔢𝔯𝔰.

𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝒜𝒷𝒶𝓃𝒹𝑜𝓃𝑒𝒹 𝒲𝒶𝓎𝓃𝑒. Part 1

𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝐹𝒶𝓂𝒾𝓁𝓎 𝒯𝒽𝑒𝓎 𝒩𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓇 𝒟𝑒𝓈𝑒𝓇𝓋𝑒𝒹 Part 2

𝔅𝔞𝔱𝔣𝔞𝔪𝔦𝔩𝔶 𝔵 𝔑𝔢𝔤𝔩𝔢𝔠𝔱𝔢𝔡 ℜ𝔢𝔞𝔡𝔢𝔯 𝔵 𝔗𝔥𝔢𝔬𝔡𝔬𝔯𝔢 𝔑𝔬𝔱𝔱

𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝐹𝑜𝓇𝑔𝑜𝓉𝓉𝑒𝓃 𝒲𝒶𝓎𝓃𝑒 Part 1

𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝐹𝒶𝓂𝒾𝓁𝓎 𝒯𝒽𝑒𝓎 𝒩𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓇 𝒲𝑒𝓇𝑒 Part 2

𝔅𝔞𝔱 𝔣𝔞𝔪𝔦𝔩𝔶 𝔵 𝔑𝔢𝔤𝔩𝔢𝔠𝔱𝔢𝔡 𝔦𝔩𝔩𝔢𝔤𝔦𝔱𝔦𝔪𝔞𝔱𝔢 𝔯𝔢𝔦𝔫𝔠𝔞𝔯𝔫𝔞𝔱𝔢𝔡 𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔡𝔢𝔯 𝔵 𝔒𝔠. {ℜ𝔬𝔶𝔞𝔩 𝔥𝔦𝔰𝔱𝔬𝔯𝔦𝔠𝔞𝔩 𝔞𝔲.}

𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝒞𝓇𝑜𝓌𝓃 𝑅𝑒𝓂𝑒𝓂𝒷𝑒𝓇𝑒𝒹 Part 1

𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝒯𝒽𝓇𝑜𝓃𝑒 𝑅𝑒𝒸𝓁𝒶𝒾𝓂𝑒𝒹 Part 2

𝔜𝔞𝔫𝔡𝔢𝔯𝔢 𝔅𝔞𝔱 𝔣𝔞𝔪𝔦𝔩𝔶 𝔵 𝔑𝔢𝔤𝔩𝔢𝔠𝔱𝔢𝔡 𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔡𝔢𝔯 𝔵 𝔜𝔞𝔫𝔡𝔢𝔯𝔢 ℌ𝔲𝔰𝔟𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔞𝔫𝔡 ℑ𝔫-𝔏𝔞𝔴𝔰 (𝕼𝖚𝖊𝖊𝖓 𝕺𝖋 𝕿𝖜𝖔 𝕰𝖒𝖕𝖎𝖗𝖊𝖘)

𝒞𝒽𝒶𝓇𝒶𝒸𝓉𝑒𝓇 𝒮𝒽𝑒𝑒𝓉

𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝐹𝑜𝓇𝑔𝑜𝓉𝓉𝑒𝓃 𝒢𝒾𝓇𝓁 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝑀𝒶𝓇𝓇𝒾𝒶𝑔𝑒 𝒟𝑒𝒶𝓁 Part 1

𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝐹𝓁𝒶𝓂𝑒 𝐵𝑒𝓃𝑒𝒶𝓉𝒽 𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝐼𝒸𝑒 Part 2

𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝒢𝒽𝑜𝓈𝓉𝓈 𝒞𝑜𝓂𝑒𝓈 𝐻𝑜𝓂𝑒 Part 3

𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝒬𝓊𝑒𝑒𝓃, 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝐸𝓂𝓅𝒾𝓇𝑒, 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝑀𝒶𝒹𝓃𝑒𝓈𝓈 Part 4

𝐸𝓅𝒾𝓁𝑜𝑔𝓊𝑒: 𝐼𝓃 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒢𝒶𝓇𝒹𝑒𝓃 𝑜𝒻 𝐵𝓁𝑜𝑜𝒹 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝒱𝑜𝓌𝓈

𝔜𝔞𝔫𝔡𝔢𝔯𝔢 𝔅𝔞𝔱𝔣𝔞𝔪 𝔵 𝔑𝔢𝔤𝔩𝔢𝔠𝔱𝔢𝔡 𝔙𝔢𝔫𝔤𝔢𝔣𝔲𝔩 ℜ𝔢𝔞𝔡𝔢𝔯 𝔵 𝔜𝔞𝔫𝔡𝔢𝔯𝔢 𝔇𝔢𝔪𝔬𝔫 𝔒𝔠𝔰. (𝕭𝖚𝖎𝖑𝖙 𝕱𝖗𝖔𝖒 𝕾𝖈𝖆𝖗𝖘)

𝒞𝒶𝓈𝓉 𝒜𝓈𝒾𝒹𝑒 Part 1

𝒱𝑜𝓌𝓈 𝒾𝓃 𝐵𝓁𝑜𝑜𝒹 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝐹𝒾𝓇𝑒 Part 2

𝒞𝒽𝒶𝒾𝓃 𝒪𝒻 𝑅𝑒𝑔𝓇𝑒𝓉𝓈 Part 3

𝒩𝑜 𝒮𝒶𝓁𝓋𝒶𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃 Part 4

𝐸𝓅𝒾𝓁𝑜𝑔𝓊𝑒: 𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝒬𝓊𝑒𝑒𝓃 𝒾𝓃 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒜𝓈𝒽𝑒𝓈

𝔅𝔞𝔱 𝔉𝔞𝔪𝔦𝔩𝔶 𝔵 𝔑𝔢𝔤𝔩𝔢𝔠𝔱𝔢𝔡 𝔊𝔢𝔫𝔦𝔲𝔰 ℜ𝔢𝔞𝔡𝔢𝔯 𝔵 𝔎𝔢𝔫𝔱𝔰 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔔𝔲𝔢𝔢𝔫𝔰 (𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝕬𝖇𝖆𝖓𝖉𝖔𝖓𝖊𝖉 𝕲𝖊𝖒)

𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝒢𝒾𝓇𝓁 𝒲𝒽𝑜 𝒲𝒶𝓈𝓃'𝓉 𝒞𝒽𝑜𝓈𝑒𝓃 Part 1

𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝒪𝓃𝑒𝓈 𝒲𝒽𝑜 𝒩𝑜𝓉𝒾𝒸𝑒𝒹 𝒯𝑜𝑜 𝐿𝒶𝓉𝑒 Part 2

PART I: “Before the Fall”

You were theirs.

Not by blood, but by choice. A fragile thing they tucked between missions and secrets, stitched into their vigilante world like an afterthought.

You bled for them. Broke for them. Loved them.

And in return, you were ignored. Forgotten.

Until it killed you.

BRUCE treated you like a mission.

He never looked you in the eye for long. You weren’t broken enough to fix. Weren’t angry enough to understand. You were… quiet. And in Bruce’s world, quiet meant safe. Safe meant forgotten.

You once cried in front of him.

He handed you a tissue.

Then walked away.

“I’m not cold,” he said. “I’m busy.”

No Bat-Signal lit the sky the night you crashed.

You wondered if he was too busy again.

DICK was golden—too golden.

He danced in rooms you weren’t welcome in. Shared inside jokes with everyone but you. You loved his laugh. It never belonged to you.

You were the invisible little sister in the shadows of his spotlight.

When you asked for help training, he smiled distractedly and said, “Later, kid. Gotta handle a thing with Babs.”

Later never came.

You died waiting.

JASON was fire and ash and guilt. He saw too much of himself in you—and hated it. Pushed you away, sneered when you offered warmth.

“You’re soft. You’ll die out there.”

He was right.

But he wasn’t there to stop it.

You died with his voice echoing in your head, telling you that you weren’t ready.

TIM was intellect over intimacy.

He monitored your vitals, not your emotions. Read your files but never your pain. You were a background process in his overworked mind.

“You’re fine, Y/N. I checked the data.”

But data didn’t measure how it felt when the comm went dead as your car sank under icy Gotham waters.

DAMIAN thought you were weak.

A pathetic, emotional creature. Soft where he was sharp. You didn’t fit his world of blades and honor.

He mocked your kindness. Scoffed at your compassion.

“Feelings are a liability.”

And yet it was your last emotion—loneliness—that killed you.

BARBARA liked you in theory.

But in truth, you reminded her of the parts of herself she left behind. She passed you in hallways, always polite but distant. When you asked for guidance once, she blinked and said, “You’ll figure it out. You’re smart.”

You did figure it out. That no one was coming.

CASSANDRA knew.

She saw it.

Your crumbling spirit, your silent screams, the way you clutched your own arms for comfort. She saw it—but said nothing. Maybe because she thought you’d rise like she did.

But you weren’t her.

You broke.

And when your car crashed, when water filled your lungs—

No one heard you call their names.

PART II: “The Drowning”

The sea was black. Silent.

You reached for the comm. Static.

You reached for them. No one reached back.

So you sank.

“They forgot me,” you whispered, choking on salt and blood.

And in the depth of the dark, something answered.

They came with voices like velvet knives.

The Sirens.

Ageless. Divine. Terrifying in their elegance.

“She is beautiful,” one murmured.

“So much grief,” whispered another.

“Let us make her eternal,” sang the third.

They wept over your corpse like mourners and lovers all at once.

Then they sang.

And you opened your eyes.

PART III: “The Voice”

You rose from the sea like wrath incarnate.

Skin pale like sea-foam, hair dark as oil-slick waves, eyes glowing with the ache of rebirth.

And your voice—

Oh, your voice was everything they weren’t.

It made gods weep.

It made tyrants kneel.

And now?

Now it made the Batfamily suffer.

You sang through Gotham’s gutters. Through its halls. Through its guilt.

Each note soaked in memory, coated in venom, dipped in your once-aching heart.

They heard you. They remembered.

And it was already too late.

Dick found an old voicemail of yours. Your voice, human and hopeful:

“Hey, big bro. Just checking in. I… I miss you. Call me back?”

He never did.

Now your siren-song haunts his dreams.

“You were always laughing… while I drowned.”

He stopped smiling.

Jason chased your voice like a drunk man after ghosts.

He stood in Crime Alley, where your melody curled around broken bricks:

“You said I’d die. Then watched it happen.”

He tore his helmet off and screamed.

But your song only grew louder.

Tim can’t think straight. Your voice nests in his mind like a fever.

“You studied everything… except me.”

He’s built tech to track the sound. None of it works.

You are everywhere.

Damian fought illusions of you.

Sparred with shadows you sent, forced to relive your death on loop—because your song could bend reality.

“Feelings are a liability? Then let me be your weakness.”

He trained harder.

And broke anyway.

Barbara tried to defend the Batfamily.

Until your voice turned her own words against her.

“You told me I was smart. So I learned not to trust you.”

Her monitors flicker with static shaped like your silhouette.

Cassandra cries in silence.

Because she knew.

And she said nothing.

And you haven’t punished her yet.

That terrifies her the most.

Bruce?

Bruce sits alone in your room. The dust hasn’t settled. Neither has his guilt.

He hears your song the loudest.

“Father. You taught me how to fight… but never how to heal.”

He built the Batfamily.

He buried you with it.

And you?

You are sea-born now.

You walk the shores of Gotham, bare feet dripping salt and power. Your voice summons gods. Breaks mortals. Haunts your killers.

You are not their sister anymore. Not their daughter. Not their soldier.

You are the Siren.

And they will never forget you again.

No matter how much they scream.

Neglected!Pregnant!Reader x Yandere!Bat Family Part Three

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A/N: Sorry for the delay. My motivation fled for a bit and exhaustion hit me hard right before thanksgiving. I had to buckle down and just finish this.

A/N: I really wanna answer all my ask, there’s some things in there that y’all have sent me that I want to do for an AU of this. There’s just so many ideas I wanna try.

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Warnings: Yandere themes, possible non-con (I only say possible, because Reader was drunk when consenting), fem!reader, possible violence towards Jason, my own made up headcanons.

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When you told Stephanie you were going to find out the gender of your little bean, you weren’t exactly surprised she wanted to have a gender reveal party. Though you did talk her out of the party aspect. You loved your friends, but you hadn’t told them about your pregnancy. Mostly because you knew they’d either accidentally spill the beans about said bean to someone they shouldn’t or they’d freak out and pester you about the unknown father.

It’s a shame you can only faintly remember dark hair, loving touches, and the heat from that night. You’d like to at least thank the man for giving you such gift. Even if said gift was making you throw up nearly every morning, constantly tired, and craving the oddest things with heartburn to follow.

Overall, things were going.

That was it. Things where just going. You were still looking for an apartment, but you were getting sidetracked a bit by nurseries. You knew you would love your child regardless of what they are or who they are. But, the little swan lake nursery was precious and the air plane nursery was darling. Both made you cry and change your mind on apartments at least six times. Hormones did not help with house hunting.

But, the day came. You went to your ultrasound and had them put the gender in an envelop to give to Stephanie for her to plan your day. You had to fight yourself from peaking at the paper, but, still, you waited the three extra days until you would find out the big reveal.

Unfortunately, Jason fucking ruined it.

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Jason had been poking around the fridge. It was common for him to dig around the manor for food when he was there. Bruce was rich and groceries were expensive. (If he was looking for some of the princess’s cooking? That was his business.) But, he spotted something that stood out from the usual expensive organic fruits and vegetables and occasional meat.

“Hey, Alfred. Why is there a small cake in the fridge?" He could tell from the packaging it was from some fancy bakery. Probably one on the shiny posh side of Gotham. Which meant it would either taste like overpriced shit or absolutely delectable.

"That would be the young Miss's. I believe Miss Brown purchased it as a surprise." Alfred had replied from where he was currently taking inventory of the pantry. Maintaining a well supplied stock of the after mission snacks to proper management after all. Still, he did eye Jason from where he stood with his note pad. Knowing that Jason had a slight habit of causing trouble.

"Those two have been really close lately." Jason muttered suspiciously, mentally debating on if the cake was worth it or not with Alfred watching him.

"Dick is right. You really are starting to sound like Bruce." Duke and Cassandra had been sitting at the counter. Duke, having just gotten off patrol, had been in the kitchen to refill his water. While Cass had been munching on some snacks that she had hidden from the rest of them.

"Can it, light bulb." Came Jason's snarky voice as he silently popped the lid on the much to fancy cake open and pulled it out of the fridge. Alfred to far across the kitchen to stop him. "You know… This is a pretty big cake…"

"Jason, no." Even Duke knew it was a bad idea. If you had just gotten bold enough to through tubberware at Jason, God only knew what you might do if he ate a gift you'd been given. Plus, Steph would be on everyone’s ass for it. She was stingy with her money and everyone could tell she splurged for that cake.

"I would advise against that, Master Jason. Miss Brown already informed the young Miss of the cake and I believe that they wanted to have the first slices when they got back from their outing." Alfred knew you would happily share the cake, but, while he wanted to defend your sugary gift, he knew that that cake had a secret and for once Alfred couldn't restrain himself from wanting to be the first to discover it.

That drew both Cassandra and Duke's attentions away from the crime that was about to be committed. Both curious. The two of you really had gotten close. Cass only slightly tilted her head in curiosity while Duke had been the one to speak.

"Oh, they went out?"

"For pedicures, I was told. They are due to arrive back here shortly. "

"Well, if you wait, they might- Jason! Seriously?!" Duke had looked back to watch Jason slice into the cake with a spare butter-knife. Thankfully with enough finesse to not completely ruin your cake.

"What? The princess can share her damn cake-" He defends himself, about to grab a fork when he notices Cass looking directly at Alfred. "Why are you looking at Alfred like that?"

When she says nothing, Duke and Jason look at the tearful expression of Alfred's face. "Alfie, what's wrong?"

It takes a moment for them to realize that those aren't tears of anger or sadness as Alfred tries to compose himself. It takes Duke a few seconds longer to look at the slice of cake to connect the dots with a swiftness that would put Tim's title as second greatest detective to shame.

However, the only words that stumble out of his mouth in his shock are, "Jason, that cake is blue."

"Yeah, I know. Which is weird, but it taste great. Steph picked something really fancy for princess’s taste." Jason says finally taking a bite. It was good, Steph picked a good bakery. Not as good as Princess's homemade goods, but good enough.

"NO! Jason, why would a cake be blue?" The realization of what exactly Jason just ruined filled Duke with panic. This was going to be so much worse than the tubberware if he was right. So much worse.

Even Cass was a bit confused about the massive deal with the cake. She was more interested in the joy she was reading off of Alfred since that cake had been cut. She'd never seen the man so giddy, despite the only sign of any change in him was the misty look in his eyes.

"I don't know- Oh, great. The princess has returned." The sound of excited footsteps were heard heading towards the kitchen while Duke looked at Jason with anxiousness. Even Alfred seemed to brace himself.

As soon as you and Stephanie walked in the smiles dropped from your faces.

"Jason…. Tell me you didn't…" Stephanie murmured as she glared as Jason. Inwardly, she was excited. She had guessed correctly and won her own personal bet with herself. But, she comfortingly put a hand on your arm as you stared at the blue cake you didn’t get to cut.

Just from your expression, Duke can tell he might have been right and starts looking at Jason with an expression that screams, ‘Plead for mercy, you idiot.’

Alfred, thankfully, had enough sense to come out of his joy the moment he watches you walk up to the counter and look down at the cake with a despondent expression. His words comforting as he tries to ease the budding tension. “I'm so sorry, young miss. But, on the bright side-"

"Oh, come on, princess. You and Steph weren’t going to be able eat it all. You can afford to share. Besides, you’ve been looking a little pudgy lately anyway. Really need to stop acting like you’re eating for two."

Everyone looks directly at Jason in horror at what he just said. Seeing the spark of rage in your eyes makes Alfred take a step back in caution and Cassandra warns an aghast Duke of what she sees about to go down.

“Duke, duck.”

“Where?” He says in terrified confusion before suddenly your cake is slammed directly into Jason’s face with your hands coated in frosting.

"OH SHIT!”

"MISS!"

"Are you fucking crazy?" Jason stumbles back from the velocity of the cake to his face while he tries to wipe the buttercream from his eyes as you start berating him. Throwing everything in reaching distance at him. The bowl of fruit on the counter, the snacks Cass had been eating, even a pot from the stove.

"You ruined it! You ruined it! Alfred, where's the cast iron? I'm about to knock the dumbass outta him.” You start looking for something heavy, moving to dig through the cabinets with sugary fingers that are shaking with anger.

“About time someone did…” Stephanie mutters while she hides behind the counter to hide from the onslaught.

Before you can complete your search, Jason reveals just how well he preforms under pressure. Realizing a little too late what he might have just right when your hands find the cast iron skillet and your taking a swing at him.

"Wait! Wait! I'm sorry!" He barely dodged the hit with the sudden click of the information settling into his brain.

"You about to be sorry! This is the last straw, asshole. You fuckin' ruined it." You go to take another swing at him, nearly slipping in some frosting.

Jason’s eyes go wide before he risk a skillet to the face to catch you.

"You're right! I- Put that down, you're going to hurt yourself." He struggles to pull the pan from your sticky grip, not wanting to hurt you. This isn’t something he imagined having to use all his skills and talents for, but he thanks fuck he has them.

"Don't you tell me what to fuckin' do." You snarl while trying to hit him in the throat with your fist, causing him to almost let you slip.

"Jason!" Duke shouts out, knowing how bad it’ll be if you fall.

Jason tightens his grasp on you to the point your practically immobile, trying to calm you down with apologies and a panicked tone.

"Look, I'm sorry! I didn't realize-"

"That doesn't excuse you acting like a dick." You hiss, causing him to go silent as he tries to figure out how to fix this situation.

"You're right. It doesn't. But…" he trails off, leading to an awkward moment of silence

"Dude, you suck at this." Duke says before popping his head over the counter now that the cake and kitchen utensils have ceased to be airborne. Stephanie popping up next to him to give Jason an icy glare of her own while Cass stares at her ruined snacks. Alfred sighing as he runs the bridge of his nose from the similarities between old memories and the current scenario in the kitchen.

"Shut up, twinkle twinkle." He snarls before looking down a very pissed and most likely very pregnant you with a wince. "I… I know I'm a jackass."

"Astute observation, Master Jason." Alfred mutters while he behind to search for some cleaning supplies for the buttercream incident.

"Damn, Alfred's roasting you." Duke quickly shuts up when Jason gives him a lethal glare despite your futile attempts a wiggling out of his grasp. "Shutting up now."

Eventually you stop struggling, heaving in exhaustion and pitifully fighting back tears at your ruined gender reveal.

"I… Shouldn't be acting like a such an asshole. To you, specifically. You don't deserve that and I'm sorry." Jason tries as soon as he sees your lower lip start to wobble. He knows he’s prickly, but this is a new low that he’s not proud of.

"Now, you wanna apologize?" You’re honestly too emotional to deal with this. But, it’s the fact that he’s actually trying to give a meaningful apology when hardly anyone else does that makes you listen. Even if you’re mentally tearing him to shreds with your teary eyes.

"Yes. Now, I want to apologize." He sighs, putting you down. It’s quite a sit. Him not only apologizing, but him also doing it covered in white frosting and blue cake crumbs. "I'm… I'm not going to give you a bunch of excuses. I'm a jerk. But, I'm not heartless. I took this too far."

"You took it too far when you ate my frickin' fried cornbread." Comes your deadpan tone as you cross your arms. The fabric of your hoodie moving slightly to reveal the faintest of baby bumps.

"You're still mad about- You know what, fair enough. Don't eat the pregnant chick's food. Lesson learned." He starts to say exasperatedly before changing course at your stare and realizing he needed to suck it up.

“But, in my defense, it was really good.” He pipes off quickly, as an appeasing compliment.

Judging from the way your eyes further narrow and the reigning silence, he can tell he missed the mark.

Instead he tries to change course.

"Listen, I know this won't make up for it, but… I did see some vintage baby stuff in the attic when I snooped up there once."

"Oh, you found Master Bruce's old thing." Alfred exclaims with slightly raised brows. Coming back with Clorox wipes and all sorts of other supplies for the mess you had made. (He blames Jason, however. Don’t fret, dear one.)

"Wait, pause. Did you say those were Bruce's old baby clothes?"

"Yes, Master Jason.”

“I thought those were little girl’s baby dress. They looked like something a goth Victorian child mixed with a pilgrim would wear."

“I assure you they are Master Bruce’s.”

Everyone suddenly has a collective thought and a mighty need. Cake forgotten momentarily.

"Alfred, are there pictures of him in those clothes?" You ask with barely contained mischief, all anger and sadness gone as delight fills you. Mood swings could be such a blessing and a curse.

“Why, I do believe so.” There was a hint of knowing in Alfred's tone. One that also was finding delight in the idea he knew was passing through everyone's minds.

Immediately, and with renewed vigor, your head whips to Jason.

"Help me find the pictures and get me some Jokerized fries-."

"And, throw in a foot massage." Stephanie adds before you can finish. The suggestion causing Jason's eyes to widen while Duke shudders.

"What?!"

“Eww.”

"I kinda don't want him touching my feet. Too weird." You say. Even if they do ache often your not sure you really want the guy who had made your life hell before touching you so much. Even if he was apologetic.

“Oh, thank god.” He mutters under his breath before Stephanie speaks up again.

"Then let me have one. I bought the cake and I was looking forward to it. I had to fight the temptation not to spoil the surprise."

"I feel like that was a pun." Duke mutters.

"It wasn't."

A lighter tone settles over the kitchen as Alfred starts to clean. You tried to help, feeling embarrassment at having made such a mess. But, everyone else had stepped in to pick up the slack on account for your condition as Duke called it.

"Did you ever figure it out, Cass?" You asked curiously as you sat at the counter. A bit surprised that she hadn't disappeared as soon as the whole things had started. You both had always been cordial with each other. However, you knew she preferred to be alone at times. Hence, your lack of interaction. You had assumed she would have fled by now.

"Thought you had a stomach bug. Not a baby. This is better." Comes her short response. There's a subtle hint of wonder on her face. She's gotten better at sharing her feelings with other's so it's nice to see such an expression.

"Am I the only one terrified of how calm she is after she just threw an entire cake at Jason and was about to cast iron him?" Duke says while he finishes wiping the frosting from the skillet you had wielded earlier. The question causes Alfred to chuckle when you give Duke a narrowed look yourself.

"I remember Miss Martha throwing a chair at Master Thomas when she was pregnant with Master Bruce, so this, I dare say, is quite tame."

That comment makes more than a few eyebrows to raise and Jason to let out a whistle, while also realizing that is could've been worse for him in the long run.

"Why'd she do that?"

"Bruce decided to grace the world with his presence in the middle of the night."

"Ha!"

"I always knew he had been more in the dark."

Snickers could be heard before Alfred continued to explain. It was rare he got to share such stories.

"And, Thomas made the foolish mistake of asking her if she could hold Bruce in until a more reasonable hour."

"Alfred, he was a doctor." Stephanie points out.

"In his defense. Neither had slept for that entire week from the anticipation of Master Bruce’s arrival. But, really should have kept quiet on the matter. We would still have that lovely cherry wood chair if he had."

A round of laughter could be heard. You had laughed so hard that there were tears in your eyes as you giggled your way up to the attic.

Things had been ruined, but things had gotten better. If only they could stay better.

Down in the Batcave, Tim had gotten a message in between a few of the cases he was currently working on.

"Jon and I will stop by tomorrow, my dude." He read while taking a sip of this third energy drink for that afternoon. He only nodded in acknowledgment before going back to his work.

Elsewhere, on the Kent family farm, Conner grinned excitedly at his phone before tucking it away and stretching. He'd be seeing his favorite person tomorrow. Hopefully when they saw him they'd remember the best night of their life. It was definitely his.

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A/N: As funny it would be to have Conner just be a sweet goof, I want him to be yandere for this. I struggled to include that last part to show it, but hopefully it works.

A/N: Also, this is the calm before the storm. I kinda wanna try to make it angsty next chapter. And, not gonna lie, it might be brutal. But, I wanna challenge myself so when I make an AU I can do a good job on it.

A/N: Thank you to everyone who voted in the poll! I had been planning on a girl for Reader, so I was a bit surprised. Might save that for the AU. Time to name pick, and if y’all want y’all can suggest nurseries. Can’t guarantee we’ll do polls for them, but it’ll still be fun.

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Soo things you need t know before you read my new fic

A/N: This is a character sheet for my next fic that will be posted soon! Make sure to go through it for it (the fic) to make sense.

Edit: The FIC IS OUTTT!! Click here Part 1, Part 2 , Part 3 , Part 4, Epilogue

The Han Crime Family

A multigenerational, ultra-wealthy Korean mafia family running both high-society businesses and a cold, efficient criminal empire from Seoul. Everyone in this family plays a role

1. Han Byung-chul (한병철) – The Grandfather, Founding Boss

Age: 76

Built the family from nothing—started in Busan running docks, expanded to Seoul.

Traditional, ruthless, and respected like a godfather.

Lives in a fortified hanok estate in Gyeonggi-do.

Keeps the family in line through fear and legacy.

“Blood can’t be washed away. It gets passed down.”

2. Shim Soon-ja (심순자) – The Grandmother, Quiet Power

Age: 74

Never raised her voice, but made men disappear with a phone call.

Keeps a network of loyal housekeepers, drivers, and retired spies.

Trusted more than most of the younger generation.

Still pulls strings behind the curtain.

“People assume kindness is weakness. I encourage that.”

3. Han Tae-joon (한태준) – The Father, Current Boss

Age: 48

Cold, methodical, efficient. Took over at 38 after

Runs the family like a CEO, not a thug. Clean hands, dirt everywhere else.

shows affection to his wife and [Y/N], but watches everything.

“This ist a family. Not an organization with the same last name.”

4. Choi Eun-mi (최은미) – The Mother, Political Fixer

Age: 45

Ex-lawyer and daughter of a powerful politician. Handles bribes, scandals, and government ties.

More dangerous socially than anyone physically.

Keeps her kids close

“There’s nothing more useful than a grateful politician.”

The Children:

5. Han Jun-seo (한준서) – Eldest Son, The Reluctant Successor

Age: 26

Quiet, stoic, trained for leadership since birth.

Ivy League grad in business,

Keeps his emotions buried deep.

Has a scar from the top of his right eyebrow down till the upper lip

Due to his scar was called “ugly” and wears a mask but is actually very hot and is muscular.

6. Han So-min (한소민) – Younger Daughter, The Mastermind

Age: 23

Brilliant strategist. Specializes in tech crimes, psychological manipulation, and laundering.

Closer to her mother than anyone else.

“If they think I’m just the quiet one, good.”

7. Han Ji-yoon (한지윤) – Twin Daughter, The Firestarter

Age: 18

Reckless, bold, charming. Thinks rules are meant to be bent until they break.

Handles nightclub fronts and courier operations.

Wild card energy—Tae-joon fears she’ll get herself or someone else killed.

“I was born into chaos. I’m just playing the part.”

8. Han Ji-ho (한지호) – Twin Son, The Watcher

Age: 18

Quiet, calculating, always observing. Genius-level hacker and surveillance expert.

Speaks only when necessary. Possibly autistic, but never diagnosed.

Has dirt on everyone in the family, including his parents.

“I don’t fight. I expose.”

NEXT (The Spirits)

Yoon Ji-hwan (윤지환) – The Watchful Butler

Role (in life): Head Butler

Age at Death: 67

Specialty: Observation, estate history, subtle manipulation

Personality: Calm, cunning, fatherly

Ghost Form: Always in a crisp three-piece suit, gloves on, spectacles perched low

Quirk (in death): Can move objects like books and pens, often “tidies” rooms around [Y/N]

Quote: “Control is not about shouting. It’s about being the last voice in the room.”

Choi Mi-kyung (최미경) – The Silent Knife

Role (in life): Head Maid

Age at Death: 61

Specialty: Etiquette, internal politics, social warfare

Personality: Sharp, strict, maternal in a cold way

Ghost Form: Traditional hanbok with spotless apron, hair in a tight bun, eyes like razors

Quirk (in death): Can whisper directly into [Y/N]’s ear during formal situations

Quote: “You don’t need to be loud to be heard. You just need to be correct.”

Jung Tae-won (정태원) – The Iron Bodyguard

Role (in life): Head of Security

Age at Death: 54

Specialty: Close-quarters combat, protection protocol, intimidation

Personality: Blunt, loyal, battle-hardened

Ghost Form: Stands tall in black combat gear, faint scar over his jaw

Quirk (in death): Temporarily possesses [Y/N] to fight when she’s in danger

Quote: “Stand like you own the ground. Even when you bleed on it.”

Seo Min-jae (서민재) – The Ghost Blade

Role (in life): Head Assassin

Age at Death: Unknown (records erased)

Specialty: Silent kills, stealth, enemy profiling

Personality: Cold, cynical, loyal only to those who earn it

Ghost Form: Shadowy silhouette with crimson edge to his coat, never fully visible

Quirk (in death): Can possess [Y/N] in moments of violent danger, and uses mirrors to appear

Quote: “Mercy is a privilege. And I’m not in the business of charity.”

Kang Dae-shik (강대식) – The Chef of Memory

Role (in life): Head Cook

Age at Death: 72

Specialty: Traditional Korean cuisine, emotional imprint cooking

Personality: Warm, boisterous, nostalgic

Ghost Form: Apron over old hanbok, always wiping hands on a towel

Quirk (in death): Can possess [Y/N] to cook forgotten family recipes perfectly

Quote: “You can’t rebuild trust with words. But a bowl of soup? That’s a start.”

Next (The Servents)

Baek Woo-jin (백우진) – The Current Butler

Trained by: Yoon Ji-hwan

Age: 38

Specialty: Estate operations, diplomacy, damage control

Personality: Polished, discreet, dry-witted

Appearance: Always in tailored suits, silver-rimmed glasses, never flustered

Skills: Multi-lingual, masters-level etiquette, and blackmail collection

Relationship to [Y/N]: Treats her like a sovereign; makes sure she never lifts a finger unnecessarily

Quote: “If I do my job right, no one remembers I was ever there.”

Choi Mi-kyung (최미경) – The Current Head Maid

(Note: same name as the former head maid; a chosen namesake and spiritual heir)

Trained by: Choi Mi-kyung (Spirit)

Age: 30

Specialty: House protocol, staff loyalty, covert operations through domestic channels

Personality: Stern but soft-spoken, impeccably graceful

Appearance: Neat bun, pressed uniform, steady eyes

Skills: Internal intel gathering, poison detection, household espionage

Relationship to [Y/N]: Deeply respectful—sees her as the fulfillment of the legacy she was trained to support

Quote: “Clean homes, quiet halls, and no threats behind the curtains. That’s my job.”

Lee Hyun-woo (이현우) – The Current Head Bodyguard

Trained by: Jung Tae-won

Age: 35

Specialty: Close protection, strategic defense layouts, counter-surveillance

Personality: Stoic, commanding, lives by protocol

Appearance: Broad build, close-cropped hair, tactical calm

Skills: Krav Maga, long-range sniping, pressure-point immobilization

Relationship to [Y/N]: Protective in silence—often stationed outside her door even when not scheduled

Quote: “If someone makes it to her, it means I’ve already failed.”

Nam Ki-ha (남기하) – The Current Head Assassin

Trained by: Seo Min-jae

Age: 33

Specialty: Elimination, infiltration, trace-less disappearance

Personality: Ice-cold, dry-humored, loyal only to the Han bloodline

Appearance: Always in black, with a single ring he turns before each kill

Skills: Disguise, poisons, nerve strikes, terrain-based combat

Relationship to [Y/N]: Intensely respectful—calls her “my queen” in private briefings

Quote: “Everyone bleeds. The difference is who gets to stand after.”

Park Seo-jun (박서준) – The Current Head Cook

Trained by: Kang Dae-shik

Age: 42

Specialty: Heritage cuisine, performance cooking, emotional resonance through food

Personality: Warm, chatty, philosophical

Appearance: Rolled-up sleeves, apron dusted with flour, tattoos of peppers and fish bones

Skills: Psychological profiling through taste, speed prep under pressure, brewing comfort in silence

Relationship to [Y/N]: Treats her like a beloved daughter; often feeds her even if she says she isn’t hungry

Quote: “You can lie with words, but not with your appetite.”

A/N: Its confusing when you read it without this so i decided to post this just for clarification. The first Par will be posted soon

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After the Nasty Burger incident, Danny went to live with Vlad under the promise that he would change. And he did, for all of two months before Danny discovered a secret basement full of clones. All except one of them were unstable.

Thoroughly betrayed, Danny takes the one stable clone and puts the rest of them out of their misery. Then he heads to Gotham where the local billionaire has a habit of taking in black hair blued eyed orphans. Fight fire with fire right? Or in this case money with money.