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I'll post tomorrow im a little down today 😞

- Hush now crybaby.

Yandere batfam x ghost Reader!

IMP: Little scenarios that happened after your death. This is a little scenario from my previous story 'Hush now crybaby' :3.

It was around midnight, Tim was still awake as he was trying to ignore his guilt by over working himself.

*Tim who was drinking coffee for the sixth time after dinner*

GhostReader: "I already told you to not substitute water for coffee!"

Tim screaming at the top of his lungs because not only did his dead siblings suddenly appeared infront of him to scold him... Their voice was.. extremely unpleasant and he was high on coffee.

After Tims award winning scream the whole family was awaken from their slumber, hurriedly went downstairs just to see Tim in a fetal position on the ground.

Dick: "Oh God! Little bird what happened?!"

Tim: "It's not my fault coffee taste better!"

Jason: "This is likely the result of being high on coffee, meth is better"

Damian inside his room, a ouija board and your favourite teddy besides him.

Damian: "Listen carefully, You will get inside this Teddy and make us happy again"

GhostReader: "Why can't you just start a conversation like a NORMAL PERSON??"

Minutes later Damian was playfully bullying Reader to go inside the Bear.

Dick who was weeping on his bathroom floor for dramatic effect holding Reader's clothes in his arm's.

Dick: "Oh God, im a terrible older brother... I don't deserve to live... My baby im so sorry it should have been me instead of you..."

GhostReader: "I can't tell if he's mourning me or using this opportunity to rehearse for his acting career...."

Dick who was still mumbling and crying really hard leaving a very visible wet stain onto the dress.

GhostReader: "Even for you this is really pathetic and hard to watch... Im getting uncomfortable I must leave"

Jason introducing the whole family to the outlaws because they kept on insisting.

Jason: "And my favourite rat... Reader"

Arthemis: "Aw, she's cute... Im so sorry for what happened. I wish I could see her"

Jason: "Oh don't worry... Cause she's right here"

Jason pointing at a random corner of the room with full confidence.

Arthemis whispering to Roy.

Arthemis: "I didn't knew mourning makes you delusional"

GhostReader: "Im actually over here Jay"

Roy: "Oh my fucking God! That is the BIGGEST rat I've ever seen in my life!"

During any celebration or event Reader love's to ruin the photo one way or another... She found it hilarious but it's really creepy.

Bruce: "Perfect... We'll hang it on the wal- We need to retake this"

Reader who ruined the picture by merging with Bruce in the picture.

Tim: "THAT was the sixth time! We're going to die if we have to keep smiling like this!"

GhostReader: "I thought I looked really good in the picture..."

Other Side Of Life.

Yandere batboy × reader.

Synopsis: After being captured by batman you're now forced to live with his mentally deranged sons.

Warning: violence, nonconsensual touching/kissing, breaking ankle, stalking, creepy behaviour.

Never in eons could you imagine to be taken by batman himself.

It was a total dream to be able to leave behind the life of being in the street of Gotham, filled with vile and disgusting people ready to strike havoc any moment.

You didn't have to worry about food or water anymore. You didn't have to beg anyone to pity you and humiliate yourself for a penny now.

Drenched by the rain as your messy hair somewhat helps to hide your face, you couldn't even face him. He was a hero and you were just some thief taking a big opportunity.

Batman was like an angel sent by God to you, taking a low life like you and giving you a place you could call home.

He didn't hesitate you could tell, just saw you standing there under the rain with his batarang which you intended to sold for money.

To him you weren't the hideous and dirty kid you reflect upon yourself, you were just a kid that needed help and a family.

That's why he took you in without hesitation.

But, he could never imagined how him taking you in and providing you with wealth and a 'family' was way worse than leaving you on the street that faithful night.

Dick was the first person you were introduced to, he was older and much more chaotic than you could ever be.

He was excited to see you, holding your hands and taking you to his room showing you his stuff and already planning a way to share his room or any of the stuff he owns.

He was the first you warmed up to without thinking.

You two grew up together.

But as time's get old things started to felt off.

Ever since the day you fist step your foot inside the manor Dick was attached to you by the hip, hugging or even atleast a little contact with you was a must.

Bruce thought that Dick was clingy because he obviously was traumatized by his parents death and you being close to his age might have something to do with the clingy action. He wasn't wrong at all.

To Dick you were one of the first person ge felt somewhat comfortable around, ever since the death of his parents he had some attachments issue, afraid that anyone he love would die so he rather have himself surgically attached to you than leave you alone.

As he grew the haunting feeling of his hand remain, sometimes he'll be bold enough to place it on your waist or fully cuddling with you during movie night.

His warmth was extremely comfortable he knew and took advantage of that by forcing you to sit extremely close to him. As the movie progress he would lean closer, his hands clinging around your shoulder or stomach.

Before you could even tell what's the matter with him your head would be on his chest his head resting on yours, his hands around your stomach or if he's feeling great your thigh.

He was also the reason you didn't have any good enough friends in middle and elementary school.

Bruce being the overprotective father send you to the same school as him. At first it was alright you had Dick and you weren't that bad at making friends, it was supposed to be easy.

Dick made everything difficult, he wasn't in the same class as you but he did held somewhat of a contract over your own class. Making the girl's that like him spend time's with you and telling them to not let you talk to any girl or boy other than them or himself.

You found it ridiculous but he did excuse himself.

Telling you that the world was too bitter and dead for someone like you and how you would appreciate him soon enough.

He would deliberately ruin your date by accidentally crashing it or by scaring the guy away. No one ever had a crush on you and that was like a rule.

The worse you ever saw him was during his first debut as Nightwing.

You never really like the vigilante life and Bruce knowing this information completely forbidden you to be one. He himself announced that you do not need further issue by being a vigilante and he wanted you to pursue what you wanted in life.

Dick completely agree but he just wish you could atleast be an assistant.

"Little bird, you do realise that I have to live in blüdhaven now?" His voice struck out as you continue making your coffee.

With a small hum you replied a yes, you didn't bother to even stare or stop your movement.

"I was thinking, how about you stay with me? The manor is too big and I just wanted you to help me" Dick spoke.

You could tell that he was walking towards you, his presence becoming more intense.

He place his hands by your side trapping you. You were now standing between him and the marble counter.

You could felt his breath on your neck as he tilted his head towards your ear leaning in.

You felt defeated, after all the year you spent with batman you weren't the best at responding to situation like this. It made you feel weak and somewhat fearful.

"What do you say, birdie'?" his voice was low and clear, his right hand slowly retreading only for you to felt it on your waist.

His hand slowly wrap around your waist like a snake as your breath hitched. His tone felt like there was only one right answer... It felt threating.

You were about to reply until Bruce walk in the kitchen and Dick hurriedly change his position.

Jason Todd the second son and Batman worst failure.

He was a sweet and active boy, when he first saw you he wasn't shy he went straight to the point and called you strange...

He was just like Dick as a kid but less flexible and more immature.

You showed him around the house and he even complimented your room decoration.

During his days as Robin he would give you small gift like plucked flowers and if he's feeling good a little jewelery not too expensive or cheap.

You two matched eachother and connect really fast, maybe because you two did came from similar situation.

But after his death he was a different person.

He wasn't the Todd you knew he was just violent and extremely possessive of you and everything you count as yours.

Everytime you enter your bedroom there was a high chance that Todd would be sitting manspreading on your chair or bed. Like a hungry predator waiting for it's prey.

Sometimes when he is mad he would break some of your things or vases inside the manor and left it laying on your bed as a way to tell you to stop angering him.

He wasn't good at talking and his ways of telling you things were puzzling at times.

Being around him was like screaming 'dont talk to me'. Even if any guy or girl is brave enough to strike a conversation it'll end quickly.

"He-" "Who the hell do you think you are talking?" His voice was already low and threating...

"im just going to as-" "Piss off before I break your nose".

He was over protective and affectionate in his ways, you protested but he would only just stare down at you and scoff.

"What do you know about the true world, you've been trapped inside that shitty manor for year's on end... Don't try to lecture me on life, doll" he would spit out.

He called you delicate and fragile like a doll, you needed to be preserved and he's there to help you. He wouldn't let a finger ruin your purity he reserved that for himself.

He didn't understand why you resisted him too much, it was a normal day. You didn't even expected to see him in your room and the moment you saw his figure you didn't even have time to scream.

His hands instantly went and grab you pushing you onto your bed as his lips met yours. In a messy and aggressive kiss he pushed himself futher onto you.

Your struggling doesn't matter, the scare you were leaving by scratching his biceps as hard as you could even leaving faint blood did not matter, all those violent only lead to him wanting more.

Sloppy kissing you and wishing you claim you that same night. He wanted you to under that it was supposed to be and resisting would only lead to exhaustion and failure.

You didn't know how tough and rought the world was... and those so called hero could never compete against him, that is why he's the one you needed not his stupid sibling or his replacement.

Tim was the weirdest and most intelligent.

He became Robin because he wanted to and at first you didn't even try to open up to him.

Tim was fully aware of Bruce identity and yours as well. It was creepy on how informed he was about you when everything about you was kept very private.

He was a true nerd and a try hard, he was always competiting with Jason... Giving you a bouquet because he knew Jason used to give you flower during his day as Robin.

He even went further by writing you letters extremely long one, detailing your everyday life and his weird feeling which he explained in a very detailed and gruesome way.

Each letter were written in such ways you couldn't help but somewhat felt alerted.

Tim was constantly up your personal life. If you weren't present in the manor he would call or text you atleast one time per minutes.

Asking you where you were, who you were with, your location, media of the people your with and even asking for you to face call so he cab make clarify that you were safe.

He doesn't need to go that far he knew exactly where you were but he would never passed an opportunity to hear your voice, or even show you how capable he is of taking care of you.

"Where were you?" he questioned, you already answered him three times but he kept repeating himself.

You were getting tired so you just ignored him.

"You don't even realised how idiotic it was to step into Gotham without informing me or atleast Alfred!" He continued, you could felt his gaze and how pissed off he was.

He kept on yelling, you couldn't tell if he was unhinged or just the lack of sleep getting into him.

But you never thought he would physically attacked you.

Tim angered went out of control and he pounced at you, you yelled scream and scratched him nothing worked.

His hand went for your ankle and before you could even do anything you heard yourself scream your lungs out and s sharp pain you felt sending shock throughout your body.

The scrunching sound of your bone breaking was loud you could clearly hear it... Hot tears stream down your cheek as you instinctively hold onto your broken knee.

Tim's hand reach for your cheek and wipe the tear... as he lick the tear from his finger a smirk on his face.

He didn't want you to disobey and talk to anyone beyond the Manor, all you needed was them. But, you liked walking abit too much and he had no choice but to break your ankle.

It was the most logical way to solve the problem, if you continue being bad he would wait for your ankle to heal and only for him to break it. He would repeat that process until you learn to listen.

I know you use ai

??? Thank you ???I literally write because I want to improve my writing and English and using AI won't help me yknow? Your privilege of speaking have been revoked come back when you actually use your privilege for good cause someone better need that. I did not learn English for dumbass to accuse me of something I absolutely despite 😭

Eitherway Can't tell if this is a complement or insult like... My writing so good people thinks it's ai when I don't even have ChatGPT never use ai to do my work either that's why I have friends... If you have one that'll be surprising. Yknow some people aren't snob that use ai some like me just like writing?

Anyway just wanna say accusing authors, artist or anyone of using ai just because they're better than you is shit. Get proof (you only have a big mouth) and don't hide behind anonymous asking. Face that shit with confidence. (Block me please don't want low life like you running around my blog dirtying it)

OMG WOKE UP AFTER A FOUR HOUR SLEEP TO THIS, I LOVE YOU VERMIN!

Yandere Batfamily × other dimension Reader.

SYPNOSIS: Your other family are willing to kill to have you... So is your orginal family.

>Part 1< >Part 2<

The world you have left was turned into ruins in a matter of months. Barely any crime in the street of Gotham since the so called hero's were taking that job trying to find you.

The night became more dangerous than ever since they were willing to ruin their prestige reputation to bring back their lost bird.

"Tell me where the fuck they are before I blow your brain into pieces!"

Jason threatens the poor boy with guns against his head ready to pull the trigger if not satisfied.

Amongst the family Jason was taking it the hardest, he was already violent as he was but your sudden disappearance was taking a toll on him...

"I- I don't know anything! I swear... Please just don't kill me please!"

The boy beg as wet tears stream down his cheeks.

Nobody was safe now, their hero's have turned against them.

Even the Justice League were trying to reason with Bruce but he wasn't very willing to hear them screech about what justice was.

He wasn't batman at the moment, he was a father searching for their young one that have gone astray... He wasn't going to loose his precious bird because some freaks in costume tell him to forget.

A father that could not die at peace knowing he practically left his own child to rotting from the inside.

"... Kid you really are getting on my nerves."

Jason threatens as he push the cold end of the gun into his forehead, fingers dangerously close to the trigger.

"I don't know... I promise you... I don't know anything about her... Please..."

The kid's wept harder, their face contorting into one of sorrow and desperate in one frame... Their hands trembling badly as they hold onto Jasons hands as he was holding them by the back of his shirt leaving him off the floor. If the boy weren't to be holding onto the savage man he would he chocking.

"Kids... I have no problem shooting that clown in the head for joking around too much... What makes you think I would treat you any differently?"

Jason voice was loud and clear as the boy just couldn't stop sobbing.

Yes, it is true that the Joker was killed. More than one hand were tainted with blood. The rage of a bird is intense and brutal...

Suddenly the comma began to ring, prompting Jason to drop the kid flat on their ass. As he listened to the signal carefully.

"I have a trace... Everyone at the batcave, fast"

Barbara words were demanding and seem slightly anxious which was never a good sign. Ever since your sudden disappear she could barely get herself to get out of her operation room.

You used to stroll her around all the time and she wouldn't even notice you during those days. She would rather talk to herself than to you and personally asked you to not speak so she won't get agitated. Now she missed you badly.

She have been going through thousand of files, looking through files of anyone who have a criminal records, they don't have to he a major criminal... People who are arrested for playing loud music are also under her watch..

For month's she would send them out to meet specific rodents in hope of finding whoever was responsible for your disappearance. She doesn't always sit behind large tecnology she would also go out and beat some rodents in your name.

Jason was ready to leave but not before he turns back and look at the kid who was sweating profusely... Couldn't even look at his shadow due to fear.

With a bang the kids clenched onto his left leg which was bleeding profusely after Jason shot at it...

"I marked you down so don't ever think of doing anything I won't like. Cause next time your head would be display infront of your family..."

With that said he jump off the building going towards the batcave.

Jason was being extremely out of character even he could see that. He was protective of kid's especially one that reminded of him... Excluding you.

Whenever he saw your face he just can't help but be irritated. You remind him of himself as a kid, your big guilty eyes... How excited you were and all the others... You were just like him.

He shouldn't have taken his anger out on you for being a better version of himself.

He would avoid you like the plague, make your day worse than it had to be and how he made sure you'll never get the mantle.

He hated Tim for replacing him and he despite you for being happy.

He planned for weeks on how to make sure you never get that mantle... which was also a twisted way of getting revenge on Bruce.

He had broken your leg which was on accident. He was aiming for your spine but you moved and he shot at your knees instead.

Although he realised even if he didn't shoot you, you wouldn't inheret the mantle cause you were deemed too 'odd' by your father.

Bruce was originally going to re-home you since you were not fitting for the family, but after Jason shot you Bruce realised he had to take responsibility as his son shot you.

If it were to he anyone outside the family that were to shoot you he would still have re-homed you as soon as possible. So your presence could be swept under the rug faster and alot more efficient.

Inside the cave was gloomy as usual, the lingering smell of iron was strong and the air purifier were working extra hard.

"There's a problem in the multiverse..."

Barbara started.

"Again?"

Dick asked, he was wearing his usual black and blue uniform no red stain yet the strong sense of iron was coming off of him.

"It is unlikely but there is another way..."

They all listen to her patiently, concern about your well being and what kind of dimension you are currently on.

On the flip side, you were just having the best time.

Everybody cherished you, loved you. And you definitely took advantage of that.

Your scare were slowly healing just by being with the right people.

"Aha! Caught ya' birdie!" Before you could even process some words Dick pick you up. You forgot how strong they were since you never interact with your other family.

"This is humiliating get me down!" You struggle but not enough force, he was picking you up like how the monkey from lion king did to Simba.

"Do not fling her across the room! I demand you let her down this instead Richard!" Damian spoke as there he was holding pillows from Tims room.

Duke who just entered the room just look around and sigh, stealing the pillow that Stephanie was resting her head on.

"...Oh so you want war huh? Bring it on yellow ranger" Stephanie with a smirk stood up as she instead reach for the towel which was beside her.

"That's illegal... You have a machine gun and I have a knife? What kind of war is this?"

Before Stephanie could continue somebody throw a pillow with all their strength combined towards her. She stumble and plop down on the couch as she looked at the person.

"That's... what you get for taking my coffee, you witch"

Tim stood confidently near the entrance, his arm crossed as he glare at Stephanie who smiled without any guilt knowing damn well what she did was an unwritten crime in the family. Which nobody follows.

Before Stephanie could throw the remote at him someone else throw a literal a book at him which... unfortunately land at him hard.

"I've always wanted to do that..." Jason spoke as there were more books in his hands. The book's were for children under 4... a nursery book which was given to him by Tim each birthday of his...

Unfortunately the books were thin so it wouldn't hurt him much.

"Hey! that's illegal! Ganging up and using hard material is against the law we made!"

You watched as Stephanie throw a pillow at him, headshot. You couldn't help but feel the warmth crept up your heart and throughout your body.

"I-" "Æ!".

Dick thrown you onto the couch without warning as he was getting ready for war.

"What the fuck, Richard?"

You asked as you rub your back, for being young your back do hurt like it's about to retire already.

"Don't worry little wing... This bird won't hurt you..."

Dick assured you as he picked up a pillow that was laying on the ground.

"You dare to protect me from my blood... You've chosen the wrong blood to messed with..."

Damian dramatically spoke as you couldn't help but be abit entertain. It was like watching a theater kid's role-playing free style during break hour.

"This is like claiming a vulture is related to a Robin... Eitherway birdie you won't live to see that glorious light of victory. Cause I, the gre-"

Before Dick could continue Damian throw an award worthy throw at him, he stood tall and prideful as he look down on the older brother.

"They are worthy of sharing my blood, they woll be recognised as such"

"G-"

Before Tim could finish Damian throw a devastating hurl at him which made Tim to kiss the floor again.

"You should learn to shut that mouth of yours, Timmy"

Jason suddenly decide to give Tim some word of advice but after that he just dropped all the kid's book ontop of Tim.

Stephanie too ended up throwing a blanket which she pulled out of thin air at Tim who was hugging the floor.

Beneath the perly mansion lays a secret, underneath the Wayne manor the batcave was there... Bruce, Alfred, Cass and Barbara all together.

"Cass you will be by their side at all time... We do not know when or whom will come here to take her."

Bruce spoke, his eyes still on the large computer that was set infront of him. The screen show a picture of you, dna, background and alot of personal records.

"Yes, Will protect her. At all cost"

Cass replied, she was still in her usual indoor clothing but it still made her look badass. Barbara who was sitting on her wheelchair gave Cass a quick smile to reassure her that you were going to stay.

"Those alternative version of us clearly made it clear that they won't stop at any cause to have them... They won't be so spoiled here.

Barbara continue as he gave Bruce some files... which documented every single detail of how the glitching worked and your actual family problems.

"How about the rest? We can't just not tell them"

Barbara added another thing on her curiosity list.

"They're well aware, they'll stay her one way or another... And get rid of those ungrateful heros..."

Invincible character × *Silly* Reader.

*Reader calling Mark at 4 in the morning*

Reader: "Hey, so if anyone delevery a casket at your house it's mine kay?"

Mark: "Why the fuck did you order a casket for?"

Reader: "...It was on Sale... plus it's a pre-order meaning there is a special benefit!"

Mark: "Special benefit? Why Do YOU need a casket for?!"

Reader: "Well I can clearly tell one of us care for our future! Do you have any idea how Expensive casket are especially when our job pay us like hundred dollar per hour? Eitherway im going to manifest a use for it, money well spent!"

Mark: "Jesus Chris... You're going to regret this..."

{ A few month Passed }.

Rex corpse laying on the casket Reader pre-ordered.

Reader: "I did not mean to manifest upon him..."

Might turn this into a series.

So, in the comics, Dick was given an artifact to see ghosts by Deadman. It'd be really interesting if Dick used it and realized that Reader was still around. He gets kinda better and starts actually sounding like he's healing in front of the family. All of them looking at him like he's crazy for moving on.

Until someone catches Dick using the artifact, or talking to open air. Then it's a battle for the ability to see Reader, with Dick acting like Gollum does with the ring.

Or, maybe even more interesting, having Deadman reveal to the Bats that they have a little ghost following them? Baby ghost has a hand latched onto Dick or Bruce's belt, like a baby elephant does with an adult elephant's tail. And they all start looking into getting artifacts that allow them to see Reader. Unfortunately for them, Reader doesn't have to stay at the Manor.

OMG this is such a good concept Thanks for sharing with me. I'll definitely write about this 🫶

YANDERE BATFAM x NEGLECTED READER

-Hush now crybaby.

SYPNOSIS: When your family only cherish you after your death.

Warning: Child neglect, bullying,violence, gore, death.

\\ Part 1 // \\ Part 2 // \\ Part 3 //

You were the blood daughter but not the same as how Damian was, you were from a simple one night stand your father had... A mistake.

Ever since your mother left you behind with your suppose Father your life took an unpleasant turn.

Your life with your father was supposed to be colourful and exciting afterall you've been watching the other kids playing with their Fathers in the park. You remembered how envious you were back than, how everybody have a sibling to talk about, but for you? It wasn't that much of a talk on your end and you felt boring.

It broke your little heart when you realised that... Family really suck.

If it wasn't true than you wouldn't be standing alone on the stage while everyone else have their father's by their side.

It was supposed to be a father daughter day.

You inform him yourself even picking out a new dress for the special occasion with Alfred but your Father wasn't even near sight.

You were holding back your tears, gripping onto the end of your new dress looking at the ground.

Each time your heart pounds against your ribcage you could feel the agonizing pain that sent shock throughout your whole body.

The tears in your eyes were filling, dangerously close to bursting out. Yet you tried your best to not spill even a drop of tear.

Everybody called you a crybaby, but you weren't a crybaby just- it's hard to understand why you even cry ay times.

It wasn't your fault your poor heart couldn't handle their harsh word... It's not your fault your heart is fragile, it just needed some love and maybe a tint of understanding to fix it.

"Im sorry kid, I can't bring you to the park on Tuesday, me and little wing made an arrangement that we would go to the museum" Dick words ring inside your ears.

"But you said- you promised me that you'd bring me to the park... last sunday, I ask first" You replied, your hand's wrap around the little bear that you were going to give to your older brother... To thank him for bringing you to the park.

You couldn't help but feel a terrific ache inside your heart.

It wasn't fair, Damian asked today and you already asked last Sunday! And Dick and Damian already went to the museum together last monday...

"Im sorry but... Damian you know how he is, he's just cold and opportunities like this never come often, you have to understand. You're a big girl" Dick reminded you.

You couldn't help but let out a little huff. Damian that Damian this when was it ever about you. Even on your birthday Dick always brought present for him!

You remembered how Dick gave you a silly bunny doll abit chewed on, said it was his dog old/favourite doll... While Damain received a literal book signed by the very author on your birthday!

"You... promised first!" You spit back.

You were on the verge of crying spilling it all out. You grip onto your doll as you looked at the ground a drop of tear fall from your eyes and land on the marble floor.

And that's when you heard the disappointed sigh from your older brother.

The floor was clean enough to the point you could see your own pathetic face... Face red and eyes watery... You look ugly.

"Kid look... See this is why I choose Damian, you're too... spoiled, you can't just cry to get what you want. If you don't change this behaviour I won't go out with you"

"I-"

"No 'I', you're extremely spoiled and Damian isn't. This is why I don't want to go out with you, Damian is somewhat more shameful than you"

You swallowed your Saliva, staring into the marble. Tears began to rain as you couldn't stop them from spilling, you wipe your tears with your hands which wasn't helping.

You sniff and hiccup not daring to even look at Dick.

It was very clear who the favourite was from the beginning. Even if you were to get stab Damian would be the first they check on for any scar or scrab.

Every night you would weep inside your room or bathroom, grabbing onto anything and wrapping it around you to envision the warmth of comfort.

"Jason?" you called out. You only called out because you were on the verge of crying and you could smell the cigarette and you knew only Jason smoke.

"Jay?" you called out again, walking towards the balcony, you're in desperate need of comfort now. It was your birthday yet nobody remembered even Alfred forgot it.

It was terrible, the only thing you asked for was a little family dinner together having fun not everyone forgetting your own existence.

"Ja-"

"I heard you the first time"

Your hand's were twiddling with eachother, showing a clear sing you were somewhat anxious.

"Could you hug me? Please"

You cried out looking up at the older male.

You could never forget to say please cause last time it didn't end up well for you. They called you mannerless and even insulted your mother! You couldn't quite understand what Damian was speaking but he called a shame saying you ruin the perfect blood! to your face! Infront of everybody... Just because you forgot to say something!

"You're too old for one"

"I don't mind, just once please... it's my-"

"not everything have to be about you, princess"

Your smile flattered into a frown, when Jason first started calling you princess you were excited and extremely happy thinking he saw you as an amazing princess... Turns out that he only see you as a spoiled little girl... You heard it yourself.

"Just- it's my birthday and I thought a hug would be a very nice gift"

You spoke bravely again, maybe if you were persistent he might give up and hug you?

"...I don't want to hug you or acknowledge you, I don't want to hurt your little feelings but, do not indulged yourself with me. Is that clear?"

"Yeah... sorry"

Without a word you left the room, walking towards yours... Jason was compared to other's very good to you: he usually ignored your presence which was alright.

Before your reached your room you had to walk pass tim's and he was home but locked up again doing whatever he wished.

You could hear him mutter something from outside and you had a very nice idea.

After abit you knock on his door, your hand's wrap around a cup of coffee which you made yourself!

You knocked again. Nothing happened.

You knock thrice... Not even a sound.

Just than you decided to invite yourself in, afterall everyone in the family can definitely do that. You've never seen them knock to enter Tim's room.

"Tim?" you called out poking inside you check if he was there. Cause last time when you enter his room he went out the window, you found it funny.

The room was dark and the only source of light being the computer in which he was so absorb into.

Without thinking you went inside not forgetting to close the door.

"I made you coffee!" you announced to him.

"Thanks"

"...What are you doing" you asked hoping to atleast have a little conversation with him...

"Adult stuff" Tim was very vague.

"Can I se-"

"Im busy, put the coffee on the table and leave"

"Alright..."

You did as he asked and went towards the door and before you could even leave you watch as Tim throw the whole mug into the bin.

He definitely knew you were still in the room afterall he was smart he should know that. But, you didn't even speak up just suck it up and leave the room.

And as soon as you close the door, from the coner of your eyes you saw Damian. Looking at you directly.

Damian was bold and said lot's of bad stuff to you, as a result you spent half your day's avoiding him and as usual you tried avoiding him but... he stopped you.

"Where have you been?" His tone was surprisingly calm.

"Urm... I- was ugh..." You didn't know what to say? Told him that you were avoiding him and getting grounded or just yourself more of a victim than ever.

"You can't speak now?"

"I... sorry"

"Happy Birthday"

You couldn't even contain your shock face. Damian remembered your birthday? That's odd but very nice.

"Thank you!"

You couldn't help it, Damian of all people remembered your very existence... You felt important and that's all you need.

"There's a gift for you... Inside your room."

"Thanks! Im so... I thank you so much! I'll go check it!"

Before he could speak you ran towards your room all your tears gone now and you were filled with joy and excitement.

The moment you open the door to your room your heart dropped.

"..."

Your room was in ruined... Your heart dropped as you walk inside, your bed was wrecked your clothes were gone... most importantly the only picture of your mother was gone.

"What did you do?!"

You turned back, Damian was leaning against the door frame with that cocky grin on his face.

"Im helping you grow out your crybaby phase."

"What...?"

"See, crying again. Is that your only talent to cry until you get attention? Pathetic"

Without thinking you launched at him, it turn into a brutal fight but with Damian skill you were no match. He wasn't not going to pity you and you knew.

It took atleast two family members to seperate you two and stop the fight.

Jason was holding you by the hair but he wasn't pulling on it just silently threating you.

Everybody else were checking on Damian completely ignoring the fact that Damian punch you so hard your nose was bleeding.

And ever since that day everybody in the family saw you as the troublesome kid and whenever anything bad happened it was always your fault.

Not to mention how they even take a step further in ignoring you.

Every family movie night you would sit alone while everyone else sit in this big couch cuddling and giggling together. Even during Tag they completely forgot about you... Saying you were too old to play tag with them which made no sense...

Alfred was suddenly busy whenever you needed him and sometimes you had to walk home during a cyclone/rain because Alfred was busy.

Bruce become more strick and because of that your friends at school didn't even want to talk to you. Saying that as much as they wanted to be friends it to them it seems as you were ghosting them. You tried explaining even crying and begging humiliating yourself further... They never even dare to looked at you.

Everyday kept getting worse and you didn't even know what you did wrong.

You finally snapped out your thoughts and looked around... The same stage and same faces just- Bruce was still not present.

Salty tears stream down your face as you couldn't hold it in anymore. Everybody just stared at you and before your teacher could even ask you aside you ran.

You didn't know where or what your destiny was, your leg just moved on their own.

And before you knew it something hard hit you and your light were cut short.

From that day you found out you died, unfortunately you didn't went straight to haven and instead forced to stay on Earth.

You watched as your family finally acknowledged you. Always visiting your grave and even crying when nobody were around.

You felt happy, they finnally loved you!

But all it took was your life for them to realise their fault.

This Suck So MUCH.

Which fic do y'all want me to continue? The ghost reader 'hush now crybaby' or reader in another dimension? Or focus on new series?