I Was Thinking About A Bridgerton Hero AU?

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Yandere batfam platonic x neglected!Reader w/ Rare powers Prt 2.

Prt 1.

Darkness swallowed you whole, and the cityscape blurred into nothingness. The Batfamily’s voices faded as you stepped through the void between reflections, reemerging in the sanctuary of your domain—an abandoned cathedral lost to time, hidden deep within Gotham’s underbelly. Stained glass windows cast fractured light against the walls, painting eerie silhouettes that danced with the shifting shadows. This was your kingdom, a place where silence reigned and the forgotten found refuge.

You exhaled slowly, the tension from the encounter lingering in your bones. They knew now. They had seen the monster they had forged, the being they had abandoned to darkness. And yet, their arrogance remained unchanged. They still believed they could ‘fix’ you, as if you were something broken, something in need of repair.

A bitter laugh escaped your lips.

They would never understand.

The city spoke to you in whispers, in tremors beneath your feet, in the flickering of lights in distant alleyways. Another predator lurked tonight, another soul who believed they were untouchable. A serial killer, his crimes buried under bribes and legal loopholes, continued to walk free, believing himself immune to consequences.

You would remind him otherwise.

With a flick of your wrist, the shadows curled around you once more, swallowing you in their embrace. The night welcomed you back into its depths, and you let it guide you to the next name on your list.

Meanwhile, the Batfamily stood in stunned silence on the rooftop, the chill of the night settling deep into their bones. The weight of your revelation pressed heavily on them, suffocating, inescapable.

“She’s alive,” Dick finally breathed, his voice tinged with disbelief, with something dangerously close to grief.

“And she’s dangerous,” Damian snapped, though his grip on his sword had slackened. His expression remained unreadable, but there was something sharp in his eyes—an unspoken regret buried beneath layers of pride.

“She’s been dangerous,” Jason corrected, his jaw tight. “The real question is why the hell we didn’t see it coming.”

Tim was silent, his mind already racing through possibilities, through contingencies. The way you had manipulated them, twisted their senses—he had never seen anything like it. Not from you. Not from anyone.

Bruce’s gaze remained fixed on the spot where you had vanished, his hands clenched into fists. “We bring her back.”

Jason let out a humorless chuckle. “Did you not just see what happened? She doesn’t want to come back, B. She doesn’t need us.”

“She thinks she doesn’t,” Bruce countered, his voice low, determined. “She’s lost.”

“She’s not lost,” Tim murmured, rubbing his temples. “She knows exactly what she’s doing.”

“And she won’t stop,” Damian added. “She believes herself above the law, above consequence.”

Dick swallowed hard, his mind flashing back to the way you had looked at them—so cold, so distant. The smirk that had barely concealed your disdain. This wasn’t just anger or resentment. This was something deeper, something carefully cultivated over years of silence, of neglect.

Guilt gnawed at his insides.

“We left her behind,” he admitted, the words bitter on his tongue. “We should’ve looked for her.”

Bruce’s expression darkened. “We will fix this.”

Jason’s hands curled into fists. “You still don’t get it, do you? She doesn’t need saving. She’s past that. She’s beyond it.”

Bruce turned away, his mind already set. “Then we’ll do whatever it takes to stop her.”

Tim exhaled, his stomach twisting. “We might not be able to.”

Elsewhere in Gotham, you moved like a phantom, your presence an unseen force weaving through the city's darkest corners. The criminal underworld had learned to fear the name ‘Erebus,’ but fear was not enough. Fear could be overcome, rationalized. No, you needed something greater. You needed to make an example.

You found your target in a high-rise penthouse, his wealth insulating him from justice, his power built on the suffering of others. A man who thought he was untouchable. He was pouring himself a drink when the shadows flickered unnaturally around him, the temperature in the room dropping to a bone-chilling cold.

“What the—?” He barely had time to turn before his reflection in the glass twisted, distorting into something unrecognizable. His own face sneered back at him, the eyes hollow, empty voids that saw into the depths of his soul.

Then the mirror shattered.

And you stepped through.

He screamed.

The sound was short-lived.

By the time you were done, the penthouse was empty, the only trace of him a lingering whisper in the night, a ghost story for Gotham’s elite. No body, no blood, just the suffocating knowledge that justice had come, swift and merciless.

And you smiled.

The night belonged to you now.

Back in the Batcave, Bruce scoured the reports, his mind racing. Crime rates were dropping, but not in a way that brought him comfort. It was fear, not hope, keeping criminals at bay. There was a pattern to the disappearances, to the way the bodies were never found. It was too calculated, too precise.

He stared at your old photo, his fingers tightening around the edges.

“You’re not just another criminal,” he muttered. “You’re something else.”

Dick sighed heavily. “What do we do, Bruce? If we go after her now, we’re walking into a fight we might not win.”

Bruce didn’t answer immediately. He was already forming a plan, already considering every possible way to bring you back into the fold—whether you wanted to or not.

“She was ours once,” he finally said. “And she will be again.”

Jason scoffed. “You don’t get it, do you? She was never ours.”

And deep down, even Bruce knew that was true.

The hunt had begun.

scenario based on my atla/Avatar Spider au:

The first time Spider enters the Avatar state is when the humans return to Pandora, their flaming ships bringing inferno like wildfires to Eywa's forests act like a comet, and the boy loses control, and the only way to protect him from himself was for Eywa to induce the Avatar state so his body could withstand the way his own flames reacted. He ends up in the center of some of the worst of the flames, engulfed, but shielded by a sphere of his own flames, stone, and air, as he draws water up from the soil to soften the wildfire's rage.

When the infernos die down days later, he rises from the ashes barely scathed, ready to make himself known as the Avatar, despite his fear and the hostility he knows he'll face as an "abomination to Eywa's blessings". But he doesn't care. He's too angry, his eyes and stripes still glowing, the rage of thousands of centuries of warriors and healers and mothers and fathers and devotees coursing through him.

But he is young. He has had no teachers. So his anger only takes him so far, and very few trust him enough to allow him to truly partake in the battles and planning, not within the Omatikaya anyway, seeing him as some cruel hoax formulated by the humans.

The second time he enters the Avatar state is the night the recoms lay their filthy hands on his baby siblings. He rages. Beyond rages. His power comes in the form of animalistic rage. His eyes and stripes white out. One second his siblings are held in bounds, the next they're free and he's yelling at them in a voice they don't quite recognize to run. Then he is gone, his anger quickly spent, leading to his capture, but not without fight. The recoms never expected to deal with a fire bender like themselves, let alone the Avatar.

The casualties left behind that night were his doing.

The third time he reaches the Avatar state is the night Neteyam dies. The boy was a healer, but not with water. He had no teachers to show him the way of using it to heal. He had no herbs or plants at his side that he recognized as Neteyam bled out before him. He screamed to Eywa for help, for the strength and skill to heal his brother. He pleaded for her to force him into the Avatar state so he could keep his brother from slipping away. But she couldn't save him, not this time. She wanted to, but she could not allow him to upset the balance.

Neteyam dies as Spider weakly, despite all of his might, holds an orb of faintly glowing water over the hole in his chest, as his eyes track over the burns left by over eager fire benders with no true skill. He dies as Spider screams and begs. The one time he needed his blessing, his curse, his punishment, his reward- Whatever anyone wished to call it -to do Hun why good, it could not save his problem.

Instead it comes the moment it is too late to do anything, enough rage and grief and hurt pooling in his chest as Neteyam's eyes glaze over and Neytiri begins to scream and his Father's voice begins to mock. That is when he rises to the ground in a cast of white light. He ravages the ship. He isn't alone, but he claims his casualties.

It takes a very long time before he ever allows himself to enter the Avatar state again, and he learns to never depend on it. For anything. And while his faith in Eywa is not lost, it is jaded, because she blessed him with a curse, whether she meant to or not, and couldn't even answer his one prayer.

Yandere batfam x Psychotic!Reader

Arkham wasn’t a prison.

Not for you.

It was a tea party, a never-ending carnival of laughter and screams, where the walls whispered, the floors hummed, and the shadows waltzed at your feet. Here, you were the queen, the puppeteer, the ringmaster of madness.

And then, the bats crashed your party.

The Reunion

The door creaked open, its hinges shrieking like the laughter in your head.

Ah. Guests. How delightful.

You sat cross-legged on the floor, surrounded by dolls with missing heads, their button eyes staring at nothing. A tea set was arranged on a cracked mirror in front of you—except the teapot was empty, and the cups were filled with… red.

“Welcome, welcome!” you cheered, throwing your arms up. The chains on your wrists rattled like silver bells. “Come in! Have some tea! It’s freshly brewed—someone screamed it just for me!”

The Batfamily stood frozen, staring.

Bruce’s face was carved from granite, cold and unreadable. Dick’s hopeful expression faltered at the edges, guilt gnawing at him. Jason looked pissed, but there was something behind his eyes—uncertainty, regret. Tim was calculating, analyzing every inch of you, already forming a plan. Damian’s lip curled, his usual sharpness dulled by discomfort.

The girls weren’t much better. Barbara and Stephanie exchanged uneasy glances. Cassandra’s fists were clenched.

None of them spoke.

You gasped, pressing a hand to your chest. “Oh, my dear, sweet family, have the bats lost their tongues?”

Jason was the first to snap. “You’re not seriously planning to stay here.”

You let out a high-pitched giggle, rocking back and forth on your heels. “Oh, but I am, Jaybird!” You lifted a headless doll, tapping its cloth body against your cheek. “You see, out there? I was invisible! A shadow in your cave! A flickering lightbulb in your grand chandelier of perfect little Robins and Batgirls!”

You grinned, teeth flashing.

“But here?” You gestured at the cracked walls. “Here, I have an audience. The walls talk, the rats sing, the nurses scream—it’s divine!”

Dick swallowed, stepping forward carefully. “We… we made a mistake.”

You gasped dramatically, throwing yourself backward. “A mistake? Oh, that’s rich! Tell me, Nighty-night, was it before or after you threw me to the wolves?”

His jaw clenched. “We thought you—”

“Helped Joker?” you finished for him, voice dropping into a whisper.

The room went still.

Your head lolled to the side, your grin widening until it stretched too far, like a puppet whose strings had been yanked.

A beat.

And then, you burst into laughter—high, piercing, manic.

It bounced off the walls, tangled in the corners, filled the air with something too loud, too sharp. You clutched your stomach, doubling over like it was the funniest thing in the world.

“Ohhh, oh, Batsy,” you wheezed between cackles. “You thought I helped the Joker?” You giggled, shaking your head. “No, no, no, Joker helps me!”

Bruce’s fists tightened.

Jason looked at Bruce, voice cold. “She’s gone.”

You gasped, eyes widening. “Gone? Gone where? Did I miss the trip? Oh, shame on you, Jason, you should have invited me!”

Damian narrowed his eyes. “You’ve lost your mind.”

You whipped toward him, crawling forward on your hands and knees in a fluid, inhuman motion. You stopped inches from his feet, your smile stretched and twitching.

“Lost it?” you whispered, blinking up at him. “Oh, no, baby bat…”

You tapped your temple, voice dropping into a sing-song.

“I found it.”

Damian took a step back.

Tim, usually composed, flinched.

Stephanie let out a slow, shaky breath.

Bruce exhaled. “We’re taking you home.”

You stilled.

Your fingers twitched.

Then—

You shrieked, slamming your hands against the floor. “No, no, NO!”

The lights flickered violently. The air in the room seemed to crackle, thick with something wrong.

You laughed and screamed at the same time, your nails scratching against the floor, your shoulders shaking like a marionette with broken strings.

“You can’t take me back!” you wailed. “Not to that cold, empty mansion! Not to the whispers, the backs turned, the dinners where I was a ghost!”

You whipped your head toward Bruce, eyes glowing with madness.

“Where was this ‘father’ of mine when I needed him?” Your tone was mocking, hysterical, broken. “Oh, right! Off playing hero with his golden children, while I rotted in the shadows!”

Bruce’s face was unreadable.

Jason looked away.

Dick swallowed thickly.

You grinned, tilting your head at an unnatural angle. “But now you want me back?” Your voice dropped to a whisper. “Because you feel bad?”

Silence.

Then, softly—too softly—

“I don’t forgive you.”

It landed like a gunshot.

Bruce flinched.

You crawled back, laughing softly, eyes gleaming in the dim light.

“Oh, Bats, you should have let sleeping dolls lie.” You giggled, waving a hand. “I like it here! My tea parties are more fun, my conversations more interesting, and my friends…” You picked up a headless doll, stroking its torn dress. “...more loyal.”

You twirled, collapsing onto the floor in a dramatic spread-eagle pose, humming a warped nursery rhyme under your breath.

“Ring around the rosie, pockets full of…”

Your eyes flicked up to theirs, wide and wild.

“LIES.”

The door creaked behind them.

A guard. “Time’s up.”

Bruce exhaled slowly. “We’re not giving up on you.”

You giggled, rolling onto your stomach, propping your chin on your hands.

“Oh, Bats…”

Your grin stretched, eyes empty and bright.

“That’s the fun part.”

You tapped your temple again, voice lilting.

“You’ll never catch me.”

The doors slammed shut.

The last thing they heard was your laughter, spilling into the halls, twisting into something not quite human.

And for the first time in his life, Bruce Wayne felt fear.

i really appreciate ryoko kui’s subversion of tired anime tropes, mostly a lot of sexual/sexualized ones

the main guy is a freak but not a pervert. just genuinely inflicted with the tism cranked to 100

none of the women are gratuitously sexualized (including the underage ones!!!) and all the panty shots are relegated to senshi, as they should be

the catgirl in the group isn’t some cute ditzy fan service character, but actually acts like a cat in addition to having her own arc and development

any level-headed male in the series respects and listens to the female characters and treats them as people and equals

also despite laios being a kinda blonde white everyman character, he’s easily the weirdest one in the group (and i love him)

Part of my beef with the ' what if Sophie was a guy' crowd is how little self awareness they have.

I've been reading one foo many of the 'make Sophie a guy' posts lately and it almost always goes like this

' i know how they could make Sophie into a man, all they need is to rewrite the entire story and rewrite the entire character until using a man makes sense'

And I find that a little ironic because absolutely all their posts recognize that Benedict's original story would have to be unrecognizable in order to change Sophie into a man. Its like they almost get the point, but fly way past it.

Just be honest with yourselves, and admit that you'd be willing to throw Benedict's cannon love interest and his cannon love story into the garbage for the sweet satisfaction of Benedict being gay.

I'm all for advocating for gay representation in media but the way some people go about it and demanding the outright rewrite and removal of one beloved character so that another can be written as gay, that just annoys me.

Personally I HC Benedict as Bisexual, but that's all it is a Headcannon, its part of my fanfiction mindspace until proven otherwise. I'm not out there demanding Sophie be deleted to affirm it. And I just wish some of my fellow fans would be better in that aspect

And for today that's the tea

The actual best part of episode 7?

Ekko getting to hug his dad again and tell him the words he never got to say.

The only reason they made Maddie a Noxian spy is because otherwise, she would've been a victim in this entire situation, and people would see how shitty Caitlyn's actions actually are.

Cait is still Maddie's superior. The power imbalance is very much there, not to mention the way she treats Maddie outside of their affair. Imagine if instead of being a 'traitor that weasled herself into Caitlyn's bed to gain her trust', Maddie was just an innocent young officer who was manipulated and used by her boss. It just makes Caitlyn look way worse, which she is, because she didn't know Maddie was a spy, so in her eyes, the difference in status didn't matter.

The writers needed somone else to be the scapegoat while Cailtyn did her thing and everyone was already against Maddie because she 'got in the way of Caitvi', which is not true by the way, Caitvi was always going to be cannon. Personally, I think it's ridiculous, but I've seen it happen time and time again in fandoms, so I'm honesty not surprised.

I love the prompt about with the spouses already being friends before they meet their Bridgertons. I wonder about Colin and Eloise's reaction to seeing Pen again. I can only imagine the scene they'll make. As you wrote, their not subtle. Poor Penelope trying to get away from both but espacially Colin, and Philip trying to distract them, only to be distracted by Eloise.

Anon asked: I love how chaotic Kate is in the friends AU but she's lucky it was Anthony and not Colin. Anthony might interrogate the two on their intentions but Colin might of dragged Pen out. How do the spouses and Bridgertons start getting together in this?

Anon asked: what’s the group reaction when they realise they’re all falling in love with siblings?

and what’s the order in which the couples get together?

love this idea

Anon asked: how do the each person in the spouse group fall in love with a bridgerton? and how do they react when they realise?

Anon asked: Spouses friends group is hilarious! which one is the first to fall for a Bridgerton and which one is the last?

i can imagine that when almost everyone is with a Bridgerton they’re just making fun of each other and when the last couple get together everyone just find it an hilarious coincidence!

also i don’t know between Sophie, Kate and Lucy being the most anti - posh and so they just keep throwing shades at each other

As you can see I have a very popular request for this au.

I like to think that they still fall in love in the same order they did in the books, or start hooking up that way at least.

At the very least Simon and Daphne are the first ones to get together. They're the friendliest and don't have a weird block/history between them the way polin and franchel would have.

They might be what also gets the two groups to come together as one.

The friend group is hesitant when interacting with basically the definition of old money and posh Bridgertons with Simon being the exception. Michael and Phillip are the spares, Gareth was treated like a spare, Penelope left high society years ago, and Kate, Sophie, and Lucy were never part of that life. So when saphne started dating Daphne was determined to formally meet the people her boyfriend considered his siblings, he's met her's after all.

The boys were easy enough, all of them were gentlemen, and Simon was there to help.

Daphne was determined to meet the girls on her own and invited them over for tea. It was pretty awkward to say the least when it started. None of them were mean or anything but it was hard to find common ground. That's when Penelope took pity on Daphne and dug through her head for a common topic.

She landed on music. Daphne lit up talking about it and in turn it helped bring out the other girls artistic sides with Kate's watercolors, Sophie's tattoos, Penelope's writings and Lucy's photography.

This tea time is how the points game started. In a way it was Daphne asking for the others to let her know if she starts doing something posh and she would try to lower her score each time.

Then with Daphne coming around more often her siblings followed behind until they were all one giant group hanging out and giving the Bridgertons posh points.

What if Spider was Spider-Man?

Just got done watching Spider-verse and now I can't help but think about Spider as the Pandoran version of Spider-Man.

-) While practicing his archery a mile away from Hell's Gate, Spider is bitten by a strange arachnid creature unlike anything catalogued on Pandora: Eight eyes, a small bioluminescent body, and too many limbs that skitter up his arm too fast for him to bat away with his bow.

-) The pain on his upper arm is searing, cold venom is flooding his system, and his body is shaking. Spider knows he should tell Jake and get himself checked out, but Jake is spending time with his family, and Spider doesn't want to bother him. Instead, Spider stumbles back to Hell's Gate alone, locks his bedroom door, and sleeps for days, plagued by fevered dreams of glowing silk threads covering his entire body in a cocoon and the feeling of being watched by all eight eyes.

-) Eywa does not speak, but he feels her. The bite was no freak accident. It was an acknowledgement. A transformation.

-) The mutation amplifies his strength, speed, and reflexes to rival young Na’vi. He can leap through the trees with uncanny grace, run silently across branches, and wrestle his siblings with ease.

-) Spider hits a sudden, aggressive growth spurt. His bones stretch, he shoots up like a weed, and his posture shifts. He grows into a broad-shouldered, coiled force of nature in just a few days. Norm jokingly asks, "Did Jake feed you a special protein powder?" But Spider just shrugs, quietly avoiding the question with lowered eyes.

-) Against RDA soldiers, Spider is terrifying. He moves faster than their sensors can track, weaving traps of glowing silk webbing that strangle, immobilize, or slice. He’s even developed kill zones in different parts of the vast forest, leading enemies there like a spider luring prey into its web.

-) Spider's methods of killing are precise. He drops from a tree in total silence, snaps necks with his super strength, and webs the body into the trees as a warning. In moments of desperation, he uses a special venom-infused bite passed down from the spider that changed him. It paralyzes instantly and causes intense hallucinations. Some unfortunate survivors go mad from the encounter.

-) Spider takes no pleasure in killing, nor does he look forward to it, but when he kills, it is swift, silent, and deliberate. Spider kills because he knows that every RDA life he spares will cost dozens of innocent Na’vi or creatures. To show mercy is to be complicit because these people will never stop.

-) Even Lo’ak gives Spider a curious once-over and mutters, "You been lifting boulders or something, bro?"

-) Spider wants so badly to tell everyone about his abilities, but he fears that Neytiri will misunderstand and see him as a threat. No one trusts him as far as they can throw him, and as far as Spider is concerned, he's on his own.

-) When Spider connects his webbing to a living thing: beast, plant, even another person, he feels a tug in his chest, a strange warmth in his mind. It’s not language, but sensation. A feeling. Spider’s webbing can read an enemy's next move, like a spider sensing a fly tremble in its web. He wraps it around their weapons, and in that fleeting connection, he feels intention. He dodges before they shoot. He moves before they do.

-) Spider can breathe the air, but keeps his mask on to avoid suspicion.

-) His "spidey suit" is made from his webbing, and he even wears a handmade mask to hide his identity. At first, the mask was entirely blank until Spider decided to draw eight eyes on it, giving him a more intimidating look.

-) The cat is out of the bag when Spider uses his webbing to "heal" Netyam's injury, but that's a story for another day,