Dang It.. The Other Author/write Just Closed Their Inbox.. 😔

I just read a joker daughter reader and damn.. My heart is aching.. She's kinda like joker junior but she's called punchline.

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Oh yeah punchline !!! Never understood why pple hate her

Listen, listen! WHAT IF reader leaves Bruce and ends up falling inlove again.. But.. With ghostmaker (or any other character)

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LMAOO THATS SO GOOD

I HAVE ANOTHER IDEA THAT I CANNOT DOOOOOOO!! Listen, listen.. Do you know about "obey me"? What if neglected reader suddenly went missing for like 2(?) But no one notices. Once she was back in Gotham, everything was fine for a few months until she got in an accident resulting in her summoning one of the demon bro's. (Imagine if she also made a pact with daivolo and barbatos.. And that she was trained in magic by Solomon because she almost got killed in devildom)

I haven't played obey me ( I'm sorry obey me fans ] but I'd love to add to this imagine that luckier and her go on major shopping trips and shit talk pple

Yandere Batfam x Neglected Reader x Yandere Al Ghuls

Pt 4.

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Author's note: Fully admit I squeel ever time someone comments on my post. Thank you guys so much, I can't explain the happy confidence this gives me. Also I have my ask open so if you want something explained more, pop on in there.

The world was a blur of blueish green. Bubbles floated up above you towards a flickering light over head. Your body was suspended in whatever the thick liquid around you was. You knew where you were, this was an old dream that followed you for as long as you could remember.

Above your head you could see two people swirling. One was Jason. He was in the suit they originally buried in and younger than he was now. He looked like when you were two. Soft fluffy hair splayed out in the viscus liquid. His tie floated out from under his suit jacket. You couldn't see his face as he was looking towards the light. Somehow though you knew it was his. The idea it was someone else made you laugh.

The second person you didn't know. He had welled groomed hair that seem to barely move as he floated. Parts of it were white but most of it was black. He had facial hair but you had never learned what the style was called. You had seen it in movies though. His features seem stoic and calm with closed eyes pointed towards you. He wasn't sleeping though. His eyes were close on purpose, he intentionally wouldn't look at the bottom. You knew you had known him at one point and would meet him again. This... pit connected you two.

As a child you had envied him. That his eyes were closed and he couldn't see the bottom. You had tried swimming to Jason to protect you from what you saw there. Tried swimming to the stranger too. All it did was flip you around. You couldn't close your eyes either. She wouldn't let you.

However, during the experiments you started looking by yourself. Maybe it was stress of the whole situation or your growing immunity to fear and pain. Whatever it was you were grateful for it. Towards the bottom was an endless darkness that pulsed and sang with power. There standing in that darkness was a woman. Her skin was burnt away, strands of hair dance to power's drum beat. At first her arms were by her side, only her head tilted up. That was when you tried to run out of fear. The first time you turned willing she seemed surprised. Her emotions rippled in you like your own did. Everytime after her arms were open to you. Reaching out to grab you.

After your meta abilities awoke in the experiments you started swimming to her. You felt drawn in by that pulsing power at the bottom. She was happy when you did that. You began to understand why she liked the bottom. At the bottom you were not just a part of something, you were everything. You pitied the stranger now, who refused to look towards the bottom. The water was fine but the bottom was eternity.

The woman at this point began would always grab your face. Her eyes would open, untouched by flames and so similar yet different to yours. They glowed the same color as your own. "Now is not the time. You are not ready to remember." And you understood. You needed to complete something beyond the dream. The time would come. "Wake up."

You groaned as gentle beams of sun danced on your face. Last night you tried sleeping in your old bed. Key word being tried. After an hour of tossing and turning you gave up. Climbing underneath your bed to feel safe out of sight.

The experiments had provided you a cot to sleep in. But with the constant blinking light of a camera, you felt vulnerable. Often they would drop you on that cot after a rough round than continued when you appeared awake. So instead you started sleeping on floor under the camera. It bought more time to recover from the worst of everything. The only way to see you in that spot was to look through a viewing slit in the door. Which was fine because it caused light to pour in on your face.

A light similar to the one pouring on your face right now. Jumping awake you began scanning the room. None of your limbs were restrained, that was good. This wasn't another round of shots, it was probably a test of your abilities. You had to assess the situation, figure out what they were going before it started.

The room was your old bedroom in the manor. There was pause in your mind as memories flowed in. Right, right. You had escaped you were no longer in the experiments. It was safe. Or this was another test. You dug your hands into your eyes. Later, you would worry about that later. Scanning the room you noticed that it was clean.

There was no more dust on your bookcases. All the bags from yesterday's shopping trip were gone. Your closet was cleaned out with the new clothes hanging there. Looking down at your hands you saw your notebook with the plan was still there.

Your bedsheets were different. The faint smell of mothballs gone, replaced with laundry detergent. Tilting your head to the side your brain began to form new questions. The digital clock by your bed that had died long ago now flashed the time: 6:34 am.

Climbing out of bed, you peaked under the bed. The nest you had made late last night was gone. Instead you saw clean empty space with a singular note. It was written in simple print hand writing you had never seen before. "Please don't sleep on the floor again. It scared Alfred- Cass. PS breakfast is at 7."

You blinked Alfred was in your room with Cass? How did you not wake up? Surely you should of have heard something. Though Cass had always been oddly quiet. You remembered being scared of her when she first started living in the manor. She always snuck up on you when you were playing or reading. Alfred's military training might explain how you didn't hear him entering.

You needed to be more cautious. Opening your notebook you drew a little ninja star next to Cass's name. Next to Alfred's name you drew a caution symbol. These two could catch you writing in the notebook and ruin everything. Assuming they haven't already read it.

You paused. Did they read it well you were asleep? That was something you needed to find out and fast. A smirk crossed your face when you read the note, "Better hurry down to breakfast."

Cass had always found communicating difficult. Growing up unable to speak had made the task feel impossible. So when she first arrived in the manor to find a curious six year old running around she began to wonder. Was that how she could have been had she be raised normally? Curious and talkative. So Cass observed the girl for the first three weeks.

Books were her favorite, followed by children diy kits that taught them science. Cass quickly identified that the girl liked learning while playing. She watched as she explained her experiments to a collection of stuff animals. She would listen to her like the girl really was a teacher.

However, she began to noticed a change. The girl became skittish and paranoid. Always looking over her shoulder, flinching at the house settling, staying in public areas near Alfred. It wasn’t until she heard a conversation between the girl and Alfred that she finally understood why.

Cass accidentally scared her. Appearing without any noise and just standing there listening had scared (Name). She felt terrible but wasn’t sure how to make it up to the girl. So Cass choose to stay away, find some other place to learn.

One day, Cass found the perfect way to apologize for scaring the girl. The Joker had escaped again and got way to close. Bruce discovered that he couldn't handle the idea of one of his kids getting hurt. Especially the vulnerable one. That being of course, (Name), the only civilian in the family. With Bruce on the edge of a mental breakdown worrying about her safety and coming back every night bleeding from beating up criminals, Dick asked for ideas. So Cass found the best way to get her out of Gotham. A school that was only for girls, that taught the science lessons that made her the most happy. A learning paradise that was perfectly safe.

(Name) never made it there. Cass felt sick even though it had been hours since she heard the news. Had her recommendation been what caused this? If she had never recommended that school than maybe (Name) wouldn't have disappeared for two years.

Early this morning around 4am, when they had gotten back to the manor Alfred had approached concerned. She was sleeping under her bed, clutching a notebook, and shaking. Literal full body tremors while nested in blankets that smelt like moth balls.

When they tried moving her, she kicked and screamed so much they had to sedate her. The tranquilizer they had used would keep her asleep for a few hours until Bruce arrived home. It unnerved all of them. What had she endured to have reactions like that? They all worked together to clean up her room before having breakfast.

The table was unusually quiet. Cass looked down the table, her ability broadcasting everyone's emotions to her. Dick was distraught, pushing the food on his plate around with wide eyes and a tense posture. Jason was angry, eating his food with a curled lip and tight shoulders. Tim looked to be somewhere between analytical and upset, he was focused on his phone probably working her case. Steph was concerned looking towards the stairway that led to (Name)'s room. Barbara's stress was getting to her, probably because she couldn't find anything last night. Duke was worried, glancing at the plate they had set out for (Name), just in case.

Cass looked towards Damian before blinking. He wouldn't look at any of them directly. His plate was untouched, same with the utensils set beside them. Something was swirling around in his eyes. He opened his mouth but closed it. Conclusion he wanted to say something but wasn’t.

"Damian?"

"Why did none of you tell me about my sister?" Damian's eye snapped to the table. They were narrowed with his face scrunched up. Arm crossed over his body with stiff shoulders. He was angry.

Tim's posture straighten. His eyebrows knitted together and he blinked twice. His mouth open partially before closing than opening again to speak. Confusion. "We did?"

Damian growled like a beast. His hand gripped his arms tightly, "Telling me I have a sister is not the same as telling me about my sister."

"Oh." Jason barred his teeth jabbing a finger towards Damian. "Why didn't you ask about her. When we told you, you have a sister why didn't you ask?"

"Because I was certain you were talking about Cain." Damian gestured to Cass. She looked down at her own untouched plate. That wasn't her fault, right?

The table went silent. Cass refused to analysis the situation again. Her eyes remained glued to the plate. Someone cleared their throat, "Morning?"

Cass looked to the stairway finding (Name) standing there. She awoke from the tranquilizer early, way to early in fact. She should have been asleep until well in the afternoon. Everyone shared one look, silenting agreeing to not mention the tranquilizer. (Name's) shoulders were tense and her body was angled away from them slightly. Most of her weight shifted away from them. Eyes rapidly moving around the room. Her hands gripping the backpack she was currently wearing. Conclusion she was willing to run. There was a good chance she remember earlier.

Duke smiled at her brightly, "Good Morning. Your plates over here if your hungry. What's with the backpack?"

"Thanks." She walked towards her chairs. Her steps measured, her chin high and eyes focused on where she was going. She would have appeared confident if not for the tension throughout her whole body. (Name) took off her backpack and set it next to her chair. She answered Duke's question as she sat, "I have some research projects from school I need to wrap up. Might not be getting a grade anymore but I still wanna finish them."

Another unspoken agreement occurred between everyone. Dick clear his throat before speaking, "Oh what are you researching? Perhaps one of us could help."

"Don’t worry about it." She shook her head, grabbing her silverware. There was a shift in her facial expression, it was subtle but edged. Cass snapped her eyes to Dick shaking her head slightly. "Oh, hey Cass. I saw your note earlier."

Cass's throat dried up. She nodded. (Name) stabbed her fork into the waffle on her plate. "Thanks for telling about breakfast but can you not go in my room again. I have a... system and it's frustrating when people... mess with it."

Tension rippled down the table. She almost certainly did remember being tranquilized. She let out a small half laugh, "side effect of roommates, am I right?"

"Yeah. Hey why don't you tell us about them." Steph forced her smile. Cass had the vaguest sense of being on a chess board. She wasn't sure what the girl's ulterior could be though. (Name) continued to eat offering a noncommittal shrug.

"Not much to tell. They were..." Her eyes darken. She looked up for a few seconds, "troublesome." That was an understatement to mislead them.

Barbara took up the topic. This was their best chance to get information for the investigation. She made the next move on the board, "Oh, that doesn't sound good. What did they do?"

(Name) reached for her cup and took a sip. She was delaying giving them information but trying to be causal. They weren't going to get the full truth from whatever was said next, "Stealing and reading my diary." Those darken eyes flicked to Cass. She wasn't giving information she was... verbally attacking.

"Oh." The word slipped from Cass's mouth. That notebook she was clutching in her sleep. Did she think one of them read it? They couldn’t if they wanted to, she had a death grip on it in her sleep. Oh no. She wouldn't tell them information willing if she thought they had violated her privacy. Cass thought of a subtle way to hint that none of them looked. "That’s rude."

"Yeah, good thing no one here would do that right?" Her words were a test. This was a chess board and she was about to get the information she wanted. Everyone murmured something along the lines of agreement. Cass joined in feeling (Name) stare burn into her. Finally (Name) smiled happily and Cass felt herself relax.

The carefree six year old was back with that smile. Cass's mind flashed with memory. She wanted to make that kid happy and join in with the teddy bears recieving a chemistry lesson. Read the pile of books surrounding the girl together. She wanted to have the childhood she missed out on with (Name). Once they solved the case on what happened two years ago, Cassandra would do everything she could to experience that.

"Hey Alfred." (Name) moved on. The six year old disappearing again. Calculation shown in her eyes. Right chess board, she was making another move, "I know I told Duke about this but I figured I should tell you myself. My debit card, the one my allowance is transferred to, was stolen at school. Can you get that canceled for me? Oh! Maybe we'll were doing that we should talk to the family accountant about disputing the charges."

"Very well, Miss. I will arrange a meeting with Mr. Davis to discuss the actions necessary." Alfred nodded from where he sat at the table. (Name) lip twitch subtly and her lips flickered. That move had put her closer to something important. Cutting of financial means to someone.

Cass nudged Tim's foot under the table. They had to take this chance to try and figure out who she wanted cut off. Tim looked at her, blinked once than asked, "Did your roommates take your card?"

"No..." (Name) paused "I think it was a teacher but I can't prove it." There it was. Who ever she was cutting off was important to something. Not principal or student but teacher somewhere in the middle. Their first major clue in the investigation, whoever had her debit card was involved in what happened. "Anyways, I'm full. I'm gonna go to the library now." This round was over for now.

"I will accompany you." Damian stood from the table.

(Name) snorted grabbing her bag, "Yeah, no. I don't want you anywhere near me. Beside, I study better alone."

Damian's face fell. The poor boy looked devastated, Cass couldn't blame him. It must of felt like the same rejection she felt as when she accidentally scared little (Name). Dick spoke up "Hey, that's unnecessary. Don't talk to Damian like."

(Name) half laugh dismissively, jabbing a thumb towards her half brother. "Dude, he full blown shoved me into a wall yesterday. Why would I want to hang out with him after that?"

Damian immediately stepped forward. (Name) went on the defensive, back into that bolting stance. "I thought you were an intruder." Silence huge heavy in the air. (Name)'s mouth huge open and she looked Damian over twice. A small puff of air. Conclusion, she was upset.

"Wow!" Sarcasm dripping from the word like it was a wet rag freshly removed from running water, "That’s the strangest apology I've ever heard. I'm gonna go well you think that over."

She left the room quickly after that. Everyone looked at each other uncertainly. Finally Duke spoke, "Told you."

"What?" Jason's face morphed from a mixture shock and impressed to confusion.

"She has a shit list and Damian's name is underlined."

Damian's stance harden. His face flickering between steel and despair. He marched out of the room muttering, "You should have told me more about my blood sister."

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Fully admit I struggled writing this chapter. Special thanks to the anonymous asker who gave me the idea of Damian being disappointed with the family about the lack of information on reader.

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die your daughter.

act one.

sipnosis: Your own desires were alien to your family, to the point where you are determined to commit an atrocious act but suddenly everything is 7 years ago when you were only 13 years old. Something has changed and you're not sure what it is.

w ; suicide, self-harm.

Your whole life was in her hands, in the hands of that woman and now in the hands of this family who didn't give a shit about you! So how should you react when you returned to your fresh 13 years? Should you have just been happy and cried? No, never.

Your room had become a mess, a mess worse than that family, the furniture thrown over next to the books, the posters you once loved torn and ripped, the trophies you earned with great effort lying near some wall due to the blows you gave them.

How? HOW THE FUCK?!

Soon you felt tears of pure helplessness fall on your cheeks, you looked at the plushies on your bed, they were all obligatory gifts, nothing was genuine, nothing at all! So what? Now what? What should you do? It was probably a horrible, terrible nightmare. No, it shouldn't have happened. You brought your hands to your neck hoping to finish again, hoping to choke on your saliva, you pushed harder and harder until the sudden click of the door sounded.

Alfred entered, worried or not really due to the commotion that sounded in your walls, his gaze fixed on your suicide attempt and quickly sprang into action, approaching you and holding your hands, while you caught your breath and tears wet everything.

‘young master...!!’ The adult's worried voice brought you to your senses for a moment. This was really real. It wasn't a lie, it wasn't a cruel nightmare. You had returned to that prison.

You sobbed, moans of pain leaving your mouth as you still struggled to catch your breath, Alfred stayed by your side, holding your hands to prevent you from trying again, He'd never seen you like this before, never thought you were capable of doing something like that, and the more he thought about it, the more terrified he became. What if you had a gun? A knife? Oh, He would never forgive himself for that.

Your eyes were too watery to see clearly, your gaze fixed on the now open door, the whole mansion was silent, but to you, they were like whispers, whispers that never left.

‘ugh—!... i feel sick.’ You murmured softly, abruptly removing your hands and seeking comfort within yourself, hugging yourself and hoping nothing more would happen but it didn't last, really nothing. You felt a gaze, a gaze that you could recognize from a distance, it was him, you looked up to find him watching the scene you created.

Alfred looked at him and simply looked away for a moment before greeting him properly. ‘master Damian.’ He said with a calm voice, the situation was serious but he... He was he.

You felt your body tremble and you could feel the anger that you had held in for 7 years, you didn't know what you were doing and you couldn't think clearly either, you only knew one thing, you hit Damian.

Alfred stood still like a statue, he knew you were in a vulnerable state but he didn't recognize that you could easily break at the sight of your family or at least, your brother.

‘wha— what's wrong with you?!’ He screamed but that scream you hated to hear because you knew he was ready to despise you, you grabbed another trophy to throw it at him but Alfred intervened, this time he took your side, he never did.

‘master damian! Please, stop. She's in serious condition.’ Alfred quickly justified it, Damian remained silent and looked at you again, this time realizing how you were and how the room was a mess. ‘So what? She thinks can throw a tantrum? Definitely not.’

‘shut up—!’

‘what?’

‘SHUT UP! I HATE YOU, I HATE YOU!!’

‘You—? oh.’

He remained completely silent as you writhed in the shadows that embraced you, shadows that never left you alone and perhaps you should have been grateful to them for not going completely crazy.

Alfred sighed, his eyebrows furrowed and he gave Damian a little push to leave the room, he left, still looking at you with an expression of confusion and deep pain that tried to disguise. Your words echoed completely in his vivid memory, his hands buried themselves in his hair as he gripped it with great force while his back slid against the wall next to your door. ‘UGH!—’

How can you hate him? How?— Aren't you that little girl who entered the mansion and tried everything to get close to him? Your older brother? What changed? What happened? What, what?! He couldn't allow himself to fall apart just because of that, he shouldn't let your words get to him, maybe you only said it because you were angry, yes, surely. He shouldn't have broken just because of that, he's... a well-trained boy, Talia al Ghul's son, he can't, no... So why does frustration fill every part of his being?

You felt like your eyes were exploding, they hurt, and so was your head, or rather, your whole body hurt, even your arms with scratches and cuts, your cheek with a scar that you got without thinking. All of this was real, it was real that Alfred took your side for the first time, it was real how Damian reacted quickly to your pitch, It was real like your room was the same, the pain was real, everything was real, so so real that you still couldn't believe it.

Alfred carefully pressed the wounds, slowly wrapping your arms with bandages. You weren't someone sensitive, not after what you went through in what is now your old life. You had had an insensitivity to pain, with all the wounds you got through your life, all your skin couldn't feel it properly and maybe it was an advantage, you never felt each wound again.

Still, you felt less human. If you couldn't feel pain, what were you then? A punching bag for those kids at your school? For your family? Maybe.

The older man's voice brought you out of your thoughts and you looked at him momentarily before looking down and losing yourself in the ocean of feelings you felt. He sighs again and leaves the room without being able to say anything, how could he anyway? They had neglected you so much that you were about to end your own life, he should tell the lord of the mansion but he can't, he doesn't know why but no, he can't.

Night had finally arrived, you knew everyone would leave, where to? You couldn't say, it was always a mystery but it was an opportunity not to escape, but to study the mansion and everyone, although in your old life you had allowed yourself to remember everything about each other, now they were just distant memories that were no longer in your head.

You didn't know where Alfred had gone but you didn't care, that didn't matter anymore so you barely heard the last one of them leave, You opened the door to your room and walked out silently. You were already dressed in your pajamas, ready to sleep, but today wasn't the time to sleep when everyone was awake too.

You looked around and walked carefully, going down to the main room and looking around again until you noticed something strange, maybe the mansion wasn't completely empty. Your gaze focused on the feet dangling from the armrests, large feet. ‘damn...’ You murmured as you noticed who it surely was, you approached trying not to be so noticeable but perhaps you knew that wouldn't work at all.

The figure was larger, of an adult, Jason.

The oldest brother, The resurrected one, the Robin, or whatever, you also temporarily sought his attention and affection but like everyone else, he was too busy to think about you. He was clearer with you, he made it clear that he didn't want you around even when you were determined to read all the books someone recommended just to keep you quiet.

Sigh... You looked closer and he was just sleeping with a book on his damn face, maybe it was a trick, you couldn't tell, you must have walked past and not paid attention but the air was cold or at least for you. You noticed that he was in his usual clothes,, you looked at him a little longer and simply placed a blanket over him and left, following your mission.

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Silence, that was all, you had passed through a corridor so long that you felt it would never end. You had realized why, it was a corridor or hallway with all the family portraits, from the first Robin to the last, except you were the last and you had given up on the idea of being Robin. That's why yours was different, not with the idea of being special, it was the idea of seeing yourself as cool as all your siblings, so intimidating but at the same time with an aura of calm.

You loved your portrait, even as the years passed, you always admired yourself as a child, for your love of weapons even though one almost killed you. You, being the little 8-year-old with one of those long guns posing and holding it at the same time, loved your past self, brave, strong, and capable of doing anything. You are now a shadow of what you once were, and you didn't dislike it at all now.

And now, in that moment, it was just you and the shadows hiding in the darkness of this mansion.

new chapter yayy, excuse my inactivity !

I tried to focus a lot on the reader's reaction to having returned to that life again, it's like, I feel like she has to have some kind of anger because she ended her life because she didn't want to LIVE in that house and now shes back.

I have also seen in many fanfics that the reader first wanted the attention of the oldest brother, Dick, and wanted to change that because this reader is the youngest in the family and she wanted the attention and affection of Damian, her older brother.

and thats all... btw I'll be making the taglist soon, if you want to be added, please comment and make sure your settings allow it!

have a good day (⁠*⁠´⁠ω⁠｀⁠*⁠).

I WILL SURVIVE BUT NEVER RECOVER

summary :batfam enjoy each other's presence while Alfred and Bruce silently mourns your death.

part 1 of die young

in other universe

before you read !!

AWARNESS - info

- since 2015 , school shootings in the U.S has significantly skyrocketed in comparison to every other decade .

- according to the NCES (National Centre for Education Statistics) during 2020 - 21, there was 93 school shootings , resulting in 43 deaths & 50 injuries.

- there was 332 shooting incidents that occurred in k-12 schools in 2024 , this incident resulted in 267 injuries & fatalities.

- active school shootings typically occur in high-school - about 61.8% .

- many parents grieve the lost of their child , many never recover and end up living their life miserably . This is encouragement to help stop school shootings to prevent innocent children from dying.

Bruce stands in the manor's foyer , his face is maimed with bruises and has grime stuck on it . One hand clutches his bat mask tightly as he stared into the darkness encompassing the long hallway before him. His chest plate is battered , its bat symbol is no longer recognizable , his once pristine cape is now tattered with bullet holes .

He looks so dead - and he feels it , he feels the emptiness. He alone went on patrol tonight , his children did argue - offered to join him tonight, but he declined, and some stubbornly disregarded his declination and attempted to go anyways, but Lord thank Alfred stopping them. Only the two of them understood why he had to go tonight.

They shouldn't have to see how brutal he was tonight - none of them should - none of them should have to witness how he practically almost brutalized some goon for pointing a gun at him - that the sight of that oh so familiar gun brought back memories of him cradling your mutilated body that dreaded day. Or the way he threw rational to the wind as he chased after two face like a mad man for an hour only to dump him in front of blackgate like the scum he was.

He trudges through the darkness of the manor - embraces the quietness and darkness as he slums his tired body against the dining table where his cold dinner sat. He feels bile rising in his throat when he realizes it was placed in front of the same chair you used to always eat in.

He falls to his knees - tears brimming as the memory of your happy small self feeding your plushy a cookie in that same seat. He can practically hear your giggles and the familiar sound of the chair wobbling as you swung your little feet back and forth.

He blinks - and the memory is gone - you are gone - no longer in front of him. He shuffles back on his feet frantically, and like a scared man, he runs away because that was too real - it felt too real - it felt like you were there - like you were home again.

He stumbles up the stairs, and his feet carry him down a familiar route . Even now - when his body is in overdrive - in a panic state - his body still takes him back to you . He stands in front of a familiar door . Yours.

It's lower half is covered in sparkly stickers and a doodled portrait of three stick figures holding hands sticks out. His hands practically shake violently as he pushes open your door .

You stand in front of him , you're wearing the same dress from that day , your hair is styled in the same pig tails he put them and your pink backpack is slung on your shoulders the same way Alfred dropped you off in. You look at him and beamed, " Hello daddy !!" You exclaimed as you embraced his legs - too short to reach his waist.

Bruce doesn't hesitate to crouch down and hug you back , arms encasing you like the precious jewel you were . He feels you snuggling into him like you always did . He pulls you in tighter, and the feel of your familiar warmth and the scent of vanilla perfume fills him.

His heart is beating a mile a minute as he savors everything , " Sweetheart, you're okay !" He exclaims happily as he observes you . He has to force his head to crane back to look at your snuggled up form. Your cute little self turns to him confused , " Why won't I be okay, Daddy ?" You questioned with a tilt of a head as you looked at him.

Bruce blinks and you were gone . He looks down at himself to only reveal his exhausted body slumped to the floor - the same way he did that night when he grieved that night and it's then he starts to choke on his sobs.

How cruel- how dare life torture him like this ? He chokes on his tears even more as he looks around your room - frantically as if to prove to himself you're still here and that was just a nightmare .

It's empty- despite all the stuffed animals , the scattered toys strewn about , the walls filled with your favorite books to pictures and drawings. There , in the middle of your room laid an empty bed - deprived of the usual light of your nightlight you always put on before bed and most important- deprived of your sleepy figure cuddling the mountain of plushies.

Everything is still left untouched since that day they lost you . He feels a drop in the pit of his stomach as he does a once over of your room - you aren't here yet that felt too real - you sounded to real - too alive to be gone .

He forces himself to stand and close your room - he knows Alfred would have his head if he didn't - the old man considers your room as a place of sanctuary - something that had to be preserved and Bruce would never argue with him because he to believes it as sacred himself.

He forces himself to trudge up the hallway towards his own room and open his door . He looks down the hallway one more time - hoping to see you come running after him with your plushy in hand to ask him to read to you or maybe tuck you in.

He waited for a long time, and he was only greeted by cold looming darkness. He wipes away any more brimming tears before he enters his room - only once the door is shut and he collapses on his bed does he allow himself to succumb to his emptiness.

The golden rays adorned the manor angelically , everyone is wide awake and present at the table . Alfred distracts himself from the temptation to drown himself in his own misery with alcohol but chooses to fuss over the children instead.

He feels numb - he feels angry - he feels everything but nothing at the same time . He masks his irritation by choosing to focus on scrambling Bruce's eggs. He won't tell anyone - not even Bruce that the sight of cold dinner sat in front of the chair you used to sit in every morning and evening to eat irked him -

It felt like a sick cruel joke from God as he mocked - no egged him of your absence. He would never tell anyone how he stood there - eyeing that dinner and that chair as he cried his eyes out before he mustered whatever courage he had left to pick it up and throw it promptly in the trash.

He supposed one of the kids innocently placed it there for Bruce last night - something you would definitely do - because you were just that kind and sweet of a person.

Alfred forces himself to breathe when the smell of burnt toast meets his nostrils. He regains his composure and swiftly throws the toast in the bin before restarting.

Bruce enters the dining room - face a bit somber and dull. Bruce has to internally pray that none of his children questions why - he doesn't know what he'd do if he was to be subjected to another interrogation. He slips into his seat , making sure not to eye the familiar , empty seat next to him because he knows if he only does he'd simply break down.

His children immediately filled the sullen air with their happy chatter. He watches in silence, as Jason and Damian fight one another over waffles , Dick and Tim are discussing a movie they want to see , the girls are talking with Duke about some drama with a classmate they knew apparently.

Alfred stands behind him and set his breakfast , "Morning Master Bruce" he greets. " Morning Alfred," he greets back . Bruce detects the lack of 'good' in Alfred's greeting - though Bruce understands why since if it truly were a good morning you would of been here with them.

" Hey B do you want to join us in a shooting range this evening ?" Dick asks - breaking the silence. Bruce felt his world still around him - in the background - you can hear the sound of clattering utensils as Alfred drops whatever he was doing at the sudden inquiry.

Bruce feels himself hyperventilating at the thought of any of his children near that devilish thing called a gun. He's lost too damn much to it - so for the sheer audacity of Dick to suggest this - feels like a cruel joke. He feels the world consuming him as he merely glances at the empty chair next to him and there - a memory of you eating pancakes while singing replays in front of him . This one was the last morning - the last breakfast him and Alfred had with you.

You look at him and flash your innocent smile at him , " Do you want a pancake papa ?" You ask as you held up a pancake towards him. Bruce has to force his eyes to blink before he loses himself and starts to break down.

Your figure disappears once again and then Bruce turns towards Dick , face void of any emotion. Seeing you once again only finalizes his decision , " No and you aren't going there" Bruce says firmly. Everyone at the table stills and looks at him - defiantly. " What the fuck Bruce it's a shooting range it's not that serious" Jason says . " Exactly father if you don't want to join us just say so" Damian says matter of fact.

Bruce feels his blood freeze. " I said no, and not one of you is going " he says firmly - his eyes narrowing as he stares at each one of them. Everyone looks at him - an unspoken defiance and challenge.

" Fine be that way B ," Dick says - fustrated that Bruce had to shut down a family bonding moment. Alfred approaches the table , his face is void of any emotion as well, eyes distant as he pours everyone a class of marmalade .

" I advise you listen to your father young masters" he says finally. Jason practically rolls his eyes and pushes his chair back , " Not when he's being such an asshole Alfred" Jason quips before leaving. The girls and Duke follow him suit - disappointed at the outcome of this morning as they too were excited to go let off steam .

Tim rocks back in his chair before shaking his head in disappointment as he stares at Bruce, him and Dick finally got up and left, storming off elsewhere. Damian was the last to leave - ensuring he glared at his father . Bruce met his glare- equally defiant as he watches his son storm pass him - not before shoving the empty chair back into the table.

Alfred immediately launches forward to brace the chair's impact against the table . Bruce sits there , head hung low as he stared at your chair longingly.

" Oh sweet heart daddy doesn't know what to do anymore "

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Hi, I have a batfam x neglected reader angst request.

Reader is the neglected and misunderstood daughter of Bruce. She is older than tim but younger than jason. Reader is the spoiled daughter and a family disappointment.

Atleast according to the batfam.The scenario takes place on a gala night. Reader left the party early without informing the Waynes. She comes home red eyed and tired.

A reporter who wanted some story just decided to make his guess as the truth behind the story. He published in his newspaper that ms. Wayne ditched gala for getting wasted and some wild night if u get my drift.

At the morning this becomes a big scandal. Reader who just wakes up is confused on y the batfam is glaring at her instead of ignoring her. The family exchanged some hateful words while reader was speechless in confusion.

Bruce is so angry that he locked her in the basement without knowing she is afraid of dark and she is claustrophobic .Poor reader who had a panic attack and lost her consciousness within some time. Suddenly a news breaks out of a orphanage owner sueing the news reporter who started this issue for slandering reader.

Turns out due to being ignored reader turn to a orphanage as a volunteer just so she can get some love. This has been going on for years (working on a orphanage) and she loves all the kids there and kids love her too.

Especially the bond between a little boy and her is so special. Turns out she left the gala because he was met with an accident and rushed to the hospital.

She was red eyed because she was crying for that boy and tired because she was running from gala to hospital, hospital to orphanage.The batfam feeling worse when they know the truth.

Dick rushing to open the basement remembering reader being locked there. He opens the door to find her unconscious. Rest u can imagine.

Forgot to add that she spends the money on orphanage which they misunderstood as her acting spoiled.

I hope you like this prompt and write this request 🙏

I love this angsty fix omg and I damn well know dami is gon a be so jelly of that lil boy omg

I saw the incorrect quotes for like warrior and idk why but thought there was a new chapter and missed it till I saw the "chapter 3 still in the works."

I do love your work btw!! and hope you're doing well and taking good care!!!

Tysm for the compliments <33 and I just wanted to do smth different and kinda see if yall like the type of reader I'm aiming for like she's unhinged but she has her issues and her own trauma lol

I don't know why but lately I've been craving for a bimbo reader x yandere

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Are you talking about general or a specific person you wanna be yan ?

Yandere Platonic Batfam x Neglected Reader pt.4

> au where reader is neglected but like they don't really care ? Like, yeah, it sucks that their own adopted family don't really care about them, but like they make their own life and are happy? Basically, the reader is just a chill guy man.

- approximately eight days pass and nothing particular has happen and reader's life has basically went back to the norm . They come home , eat , workout , study cases , answer emails , scroll on tiktok and go to sleep.

- flash forward to now , reader is in a famous Cafe in Gotham being interviewed by none other than Clark Kent . Clark sits in front of them notepad in hand and he eagerly takes down what ypur saying.

- " So (reader's name ) please tell us all how did you become America's number one attorney so fast ?". Clark asks - eyes gleaming since its not everyday you can get scoop with the infamous reader !.

- reader flashes him a smile. " well Kent I'll be honest - ever since I was young I'd always loved solving puzzles and gradually when I got older I really liked Harvey Specter so I was like hey why not be like him ?"

- Clark laughs as he eagerly writes your answer . The cafe door opens with a giggle and you watch Clark in front of you froze. Curious you turned around to see Bruce fucking Wayne walk in with Damian behind him.

- You immediate scowl - because seriously do they not get the hint that you want nothing to do with them ? Like they left you by yourself for thirteen years and you were doing fine hell you didn't even care- so why now ?

- Bruce and his little copy eagerly walk up to Clark and your's table , pulling chairs from a nearby guest table and sat right next to you .and boy were you pissed because WHY YOU ???.

- " Mr.Wayne honor to meet you and uhhhhh Mr.Al Ghul ?" Clark greets. Damian just scowls at the man but Bruce gives him a nod, " Afternoon Clark I hope you do not mind that my son and I want to join in on ( reader's name ) interview since you know I love to support all my children " .

- Clark gives him a quizzical look but smiles anyways , " Oh no worries but can you please elaborate on how reader's relation to you " . Your swallow whatever rage bubbles in you as you gave Kent a tight lip response of " Mr.Kent I am not related to any Wayne's of any sort there must be some sort of mistake-" until you got abruptly cut off by Damian - which by the way pissed you off so much because why does this little shit have to be everywhere-

-" What ( reader's last name) was trying to say was that they were adopted by my father on the lovely day of Christmas - truly a Christmas miracle since they're the miracle in this family " He says proudly and reader's eyes were just blown open.

- Because first of all her parents got put in jail in May or something , meaning she woulf of been put in their care by like early June and quite as frank no one in that household even celebrated Christmas because they had 'work' *cough* vigilante stuff - not like they cared anyways because they were too busy studying for the board exams .

- " Thats a whole lot of bullshit-" you mumble out as you glared at the little twerp who flashed you a smirk - like who does he think he is ???? You hold yourself back from punching him as you remind yourself that the fine to child endangerment was $200k and frankly you rather spend that on a much needed vacation.

- Clark just nods along and writes down everything ," So Mr.Wayne it's safe to assume that you are very proud of ( reader's name ) and how far they've come !" . Bruce gives him a smile - a smile that makes you feel so disgusted because this man is so sad and delusional .

- " I am very proud of them , I mean they went to Harvard Law !! And they have their own Law firm who wouldn't be proud of them " he boasted and you had to physically hold yourself back because he makes it sound like he was there for you when he wasn't like sir this isn't those slytherin x y/n inserts get your shit together.

- " Mr.Kent thank you for having me but we will have to reschedule " you excused yourself as you got up from your seat and made way to the door before you can hear any response . You were so damn pissed off because seriously - it's weird that they're trying to insert themselves back in your life .

- You were half way out the door when you were tackled to the floor . " (Reader's name ) NUH UH YOU AIN'T ALLOWED TO LEAVE !!" shouted Damian as he held you down to the floor. You flail around helplessly and try to get up only to be pushed down like wtf are they feeding this kid -

- suddenly you feel his weight leave your back and you got up ready to break it when your suddenly scooped into Bruce's hands like your a little baby . The man proceeds to kiss you on your forehead and nuzzle into your cheek all while your trying to get out of his tight grip.

- " It's okay precious girl/boy daddy's got you " He whispers as he walks you to his limbo . You immediately panic . NOT AGAIN . You desperately try to get out but it's too late as Bruce enters his limbo , Damian trailing close behind as he shuts in the door .

- You look around frantically and saw Alfred in the driver seat . " Alfred please help me !! " you plead with him and Alfred just shakes his head . " Mr./Mrs. I believe you have strayed too far from home it's time to go back " . You watch in utter horror and disbelief as he starts the vehicle and drives away .

- " Rest now little one your dad is here for you now " Bruce says before he kisses you forehead and that's when everything goes black for you .