Invincible Character × *Silly* Reader.

- Love Me, Please.

Yandere Batfam × Neglected Reader.

SYPNOSIS: They don't treat you like a living person.

IMP: Sad shit, implied SA ( slight description),

Ever since your arrival at the manor something was always off, the lack of acknowledgement and the rare conversation you managed to squeeze out.

You never got along with anyone, they didn't even prepare a warm welcoming just showed you your room and nothing else. They acted like you had been the one to force yourself in.

You weren't involved in any inside joke, Dick treated you like a guest that would get out soon.

He tried to be nice but sometimes he just couldn't smile at you, talking about moving out when you weren't even a teen and the way he told everyone that you two weren't related hurt.

He was ashame to have any relation with you.

The way they smiled with eachother while you sit at the conner nothing but darkness surrounding you. Yet you kept quiet.

How you were just the block to fill in the family and nothing more.

Everyone ignored you, even Alfred. Your plate was always forgotten, your birthday was non-existent and even you don't seem to be real.

The only reason you knew that you weren't invisible was because of the way they would stare, the way they talked to you and how they treated you like a guest.

Bruce had enough time to reflect on his bad parenting skills but not enough to look at your face or came to your graduation.

You stood there alone and embarrassed, the announcer who kept repeating his name seems to be lost as well.

Everyone else eyes glued onto you, their parents by their side. You didn't cry or throw any word to him... You shut your mouth as usual.

You stood there on the stage by yourself, nobody to protect you, while everyone else gave their proud parents by their side, yet you tried making excuses in your head.

It's the only medicine that made it hurt less. To make excuses for them and next time they'd be better, you knew the truth but being pretending hurt less.

He wouldn't listen he never did, he haven't remembered your age, didn't knew you truly just one of the many mouth he had to fed, a passing responsibility... Anything but his daughter.

The way everybody get to celebrate together yet you had to sit slone staring at the ghost of your family. Their word's stung your heart.

To them Bruce was a great father and they easily made excuse for the reason why he didn't showed up. Afterall he was a great man.

You must be a terrific child for a father like Bruce to forget about or he was busy and would definitely made it up to you.

You couldn't help but wanted to hurt the others for having such relationships with their father, they were loved, acknowledge and understood and you had the the shadow of your father while your siblings get to enjoy him as a whole.

You tried so hard to never let it get to you but it's hard to forget when their cold and unbothered behaviour have a huge scar on you.

It's hard to watch, seeing him crouch down as he lays his hands on Damian shoulder, trying to lecture him gently yet firm like a father.

His soft smile reminded you of a father that was trying his best, not for you but for everyone else.

He wouldn't look or touch you, only left some comments when you did something bad. Not even a lecture just 'dont repeat'... You just wish that he would atleast lecture you, you just crave attention...

No, they knew nothing. Nothing about the way he was only a great man to his other kids but not you, the way you would reach out for him yet he wouldn't even turn back to look at you.

"Alfred?"

You asked your voice almost too low to be heard, although he was a great friend to all he rarely listen to you.

"Yes master?"

"Why didn't father came today at graduation?"

"... He's busy"

He tried to concil the truth, although he doesn't care as much there was still something in him that hesitate to hurt you.

"Please... what is he busy with?"

"Well... Master Dick wanted to train with him for nostalgia"

Oh, he was busy with his other son... Too busy to remember about the fact that today was your graduation...

You wanted to cry but this was so normal that it numb you, everything hurt so much that you've grown used to it.

They were so cruel in the most silent way.

Purposefully avoiding you, forgetting about you while they enjoy their family movie together, you would sit at your room listening to their laughter, it irritate you to no end.

You remembered your mother word before she left you to him.

"A child like you will never have a place in that house"

It was hard and cold, you hated her for trying to poison you... Yet, unfortunately she was right.

You would never have a place in this house, you didn't stand out or have anything that could help you shine... Just a regular child living amongst the elite.

Each they they would walk past you as you weren't a being, their stare was enough to remind you of your existence in that house.

But deep in the forest where the nobody sees lies a rotting corpse.

A young girl in silky white dress that reaches above the knee, with a blank shoe covered in dirt with a dirty white socks.

Inside her little palms lies a picture, a picture of her family without her happily smiling together, the picture was crumble and torn, lace with mud and scratch marks.

Even while facing death you hold onto the picture, not wanting to let go of the only thing you hold dearly.

Her left leg twisted with print all over her precious body, dried tears down her cheeks.

Her lips dry yet adored with the red tint of blood that pour out her mouth onto the ground that was absorbing it.

Her beautiful eyes still open with a hint of live that used to be inside her, now the colours faded turning white and emotionless.

The world seems to understand that you had nobody to protect you and when a child had nothing but themselves, things get ugly.

The day of the graduation you didn't stay quite or waited... That's what you wished to do.

You walk out, nobody tried to stop you or check up on you. The announcer made a light joke about you having a stomach problems and forgotten about you after.

"Hey missy? What's with the frown?"

The guy asked as he sat next to you.

You should have seen the sign but even being acknowledged left you begging for more. Desperately wanting to be noticed you ignored your common sense.

"Especially with such nice clothes! C'mon let's find your pa"

He hold onto your wrist, and took you far away. You didn't resist. Scared and happy to be noticed.

"I love you dad..."

You called out for your father but he cover your mouth with his hands.

You should have called for his help but the only thing you could think of was how much you loved him.

The same man that doesn't wanted you was the same one you wanted so badly in your life as your father.

He wrap his hands around your tiny throat, spewing word's you couldn't understand.

You couldn't see or hear properly but the thought of them remaind in your head.

The first people to took you in after your mother left you, the first to put a roof on your head. They did everything but love you like a family.

You made a mistake of following the attention, you thought he would treat you like a family yet he was deceiving you.

Your soul didn't left yet, yearning for love it returns to the family pursuing for recognition and love.

You erase your memories to forget the mistake you had made.

Your body decaying slowly as maggots feasted upon you, the wild animals would nibble only and left.

Your last thought was to be loved and you wouldn't stop until they love you.

Your soul wouldn't rest until they utter the word, you'll let yourself suffer until you finally have someone to remember you.

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Since major tests are coming I wont be able to post as much

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- Draw My Own Wings.

Batfam × Neglected Reader( artist )!

SYPNOSIS: Your only escape from your cruel life is in your own hands.

WARNING: Not for sensetive people! Have several triggers.

Time flew fast and things chance it was simply normal for the earth to continue orbiting it's sun until it's gone.

It was normal for a father to forget one of his children and favour the rest.

It was normal to be forgotten but it's hard to be forgotten and making it obvious you are no longer welcomed in their home.. your home.

Taken by him after seeing your pathetic self and taking pitty he brought you home in his arms as your rested. Like a baby bird nesting with it's mother.

The first time you got to rest, in the arms of an unknown man that took you in his arms with the warmth of father.

It was dangerous to be at mercy so quickly but you were just a kid, tired, dirty and who missed any physical touch. Deprived of others and normality.

You could still remember it so vividly.

You were sitting by the wooden bed scaring away the bugs and pests especially the rats.

You were hungry but didn't dare to move away, scared that they would began festing on your poor mother who haven't woken up in weeks.

The stench could turn anyone stomach into a mush of green yet your loves for your mother stood stronger. Ignoring the stench as you fought off rats and bugs.

Then he came, look at your pathetic state and convince you to stay with him, as you let go of your mothers cold hand's for the first time.

His knees was on the floor as he hug you tight, his arms wrap around your smaller frame like a father meeting their child after a long time a long and hard time.

You remembered his wonderful word that sent you to another life you've never dreamt of.

"You'll be my daughter from today... I won't leave you cold, you'll have a father..."

He himself didn't knew what came over him when he saw you, to speak so unlikely of himself to do. But his mouth moves without any warning and he embrace you.

But now that fatherly embrace and warmth was for someone else... his affection and words didn't last long with you.

He used to read you bedtime story but now he rarely speak to you directly instead he would rather stay at his son bedroom when he's asleep to check on him.

You weren't his priority anymore, your privilege of having a father rip out form your own hands before you could even enjoy it longer.

Even the eldest Dick who was very enthusiastic to meet you acted like you weren't a living breathing person.

Everyday you texted him, updating him on anything because you just wanted to talk, you've never had anyone to talk to never.

You couldn't speak at times because of all the time you shut your mouth while crying so your mother could rest in peace, the countless days you spent covering your mouth so she won't be disturbed.

Forcing yourself to not speak made you hard at speech at times, but talking to him your older brother felt natural and you liked it. He helped you reach your potential yet he left you at the edge by yourself.

You've tried reaching for his hands for him to listen to your voice hoping that he might turn back and everything will he normal again. Your difficulty in speaking only increase when he harshly push you aside.

"You shouldn't be this clingy and desperate, you're not a baby anymore and it's annoying not adorable"

His words simple yet did something weird inside your heart, this wasn't the older brother you've always idolise... He's simple grown tired of you as usual.

You two had something special a bond that you only read about it in novels.. But now he doesn't even seem to recognise your face.

Busy with the new kid as well, who was cocky and full of himself and mean. You didn't understand why they wanted to bond with him so bad for.

You've tried so hard to be likeable and for this new demon to come out of nowhere and to be better? That isn't fair.

He didn't try his hardest to fit in with everything while you did everything to be likeable, you hate the idea of being forgotten when you are already addicted to the taste of being wanted.

You've never had anything great and this kid had something already and he's greedily taking yours, infront of your eyes and unable to do anything.

Now that everything was slowly rotting infront of your eyes you couldn't handle it. Your only escape from the true world was your own art.

"Dick? Are you busy?"

you asked wanting to invite him for a hangout which you've never had in years.

Honestly the only time you even managed to have a word with him was when he was with someone else and they weren't talking, other than that he wasn't around.

Not to see you, not to talk to you and not even when you were crying at nights due to pressure and your poor health yet he never came for you.

Your first ever solution of comfort broke into pieces and taken by another face, you were jealous of course but you couldn't do anything but to watch.

"Me and Damian are going to the museum, I'll be busy"

He wasn't even looking at you, just staring at his phone typing whatever nonsense and it broke you genuinely.

"Could you call him? Im really excited to spend times with my little brother, they're growing so fast better take advantage"

He obviously doesn't see you as a younger sibling anymore, if it wasn't Damian it would be Tim or annoying Jason.

He always went out with him, never you. He acted like you had no feelings nor needs and it's unfair.

Isolation from the world was your only hope in slowing down the damage.

Your family that once loves you now replaced you with another face, that kept you wondering if you ever meant a thing... Was loving you simply a phase?

Is loving you so hard? You weren't extraordinary or anything according to yourself atleast. You've restrained your weird behaviour so they won't be weirded out yet that doesn't mean anything.

your hands are cramping from holding onto the pencil hard, you couldn't careless.

Your tears soaking the paper as you continue drawing, everything ache so badly and you wanted it gone.

Then suddenly a drop of red fell on your drawing ruining it, you sigh heavily.

Your nose was bleeding slowly, the blood dropping onto the white sheet as it got absorbed by it with poor efforts.

Your eyes felt heavy but you didn't complain just looking up as the blood still trickle down onto the sides of your face.

The drawing of Bruce, your supposed father. You have drawn the way you had remembered how you first saw him, that gentle smile and the best hug ever... How come time change people so much?

You tried to wipe the blood to no avail it soak through and smeared the blood all over his face, you turn the next page to saw that your other drawing weren't save either.

The drawing of everyone of them soaked with your blood, you almost cried because that was days of work down the drain because your stupid nose decided to bleed.

"Fucking God... Why me"

You muttered, closing the note at the verge of bursting into tears. Then suddenly something sharp hit you.

Your stomach is tearing itself, that what's it felt like atleast.

You haven't eaten well, Alfred already fed him more leaving you with less portions, always cleaning after him leaving you in the dark alone and scared.

You didn't understand why you weren't allowed basic needs.

Is it because im terrible? I've never done much, I've tried so hard to be good yet they always find a reason... to make me wish myself death.

Nothing satisfied them. Your outstanding scores you achieve with several lack of sleep that resulted into sleep paralysis every tine you slept, you've told dick about it he told you that... it was nothing compared to damian.

There again, always mentioning the slob even when it's about you, clearly nothing in this house is ever about you. You're just the adorable child for three years, easily replaceable.

Right everything you did was just behind him no matter what, no one could celebrate you without bringing him into the conversation... He was your shadow, always mentioned and speak more favourable of.

You tried so hard to not hate or be jealous but something inside of you just want him gone. Away from your family... It's a horrifying thought but your heart couldn't think of anything else better for you.

You clutch onto your stomach as you whimper in pain, you couldn't tell if it was hunger or a normal ache.

Everyone else could be sick except you, cause the moment you utter your sickness everything was always about you right.

"Im feeling unwell, my stomach is hurting..."

You told Alfred alone in the kitchen while he wash the dishes.

You've been ignoring the pain that makes eating unbearable, the feeling of food still in your intestine yet felt undigested...

"Master, you are aware that I am quite occupied as of now?"

His voice hold the same gentleness or you couldn't hear it because of the pain, the underlying annoyance.

"Alfred please, it's been like this son-"

"Master do I have to remind you that you aren't the one with bad illness constantly?"

You stood there shock, you didn't understand why he would even mentioned that... You just felt sick. You didn't mean to... Do anything bad.

"I-"

"You cannot bother or try to attract attention this way Master, those with serious illness are envious of your state yet you perform their greatest weakness... Do behaviour Master"

You were utterly shock, wanted to cry bit nothing even bother to roll out.

You stood there frozen, trying to understand what you said wrong to always be the troubled one...

"Im sorry?"

You didn't know what to do or feel. Sad because he didn't even listen or doubt... maybe he was right.

You don't speak of your illness you can't. Nobody listen, they never do.

Even starvation felt better than being ignored by the people you cared for...

Everyday you wome up you couldn't help but always think of Damian.

How Jason spent more time with him and let's not forget Jason hated your gut from the beginning.

Still to this day while he went easier on Tim towards you? He's an absolute devil on earth ro torment you.

Tim is too busy to acknowledge you as a person, he doesn't even remember your names... Just talked to you to make him some coffe and complain everytime you made them.

"It's too sweet, are you trying to poison me?"

You couldn't tell if he was joking or not, he seems serious his gaze right at yours his brows focus.

"Can't you be useful for anything?"

Alright, you understood your value.

"If you have no use then you shouldn't even be here... I don't need a complete slot as my sibling"

He seems pissed off now, you blamed it on the lack of sleep and over working himself. He wouldn't speak to you like that, right?

"Damian?"

You called his name, abit nervous he did texted you to come outside into the backyard...

He was burning something's, seems like a cramping set-up.

A big smile spread onto your face as you walk closer. Is your wish coming through, did pne of your family members finally remembered you were apart of their family?

So many questions yet no answers, he was smiling as well with a book on his hand's reading.

When you came closer and look at the fuel pf the fire it looks like books- drawing books.

Your face went pale, he threw the book he was holding into the fire you saw the cover... a pink and blue imagine, the same one Bruce gave to you on your first birthday...

You went straight for the fire, not caring how much it hurt.

He was burning your drawing books, every one of them as he watch in horror as you reach into the fire and tried to took them out.

Your hands were burning yet you didn't stop, some note contains pictures of your mother the one you have drawn tons of times to remember... You CANNOT lose them...

The skin on your hand was melting yet you didn't stop, reach inside the fire embracing it and taking the burning note out as hot tears stream down your cheeks.

"No! no no no... Please no, not this- I can't... No..."

You couldn't think straight, the pain the high emotions you were feelings and the thought of losing you mother drawing...

Damian pulled you away from the fire after he saw you reaching in without caring about the fact that your skin was melting off.

"You dumb-ass! Are you trying to intentionally kill yourself infront of me for silly books you've kept away!?"

He yelled at you furious, not because you've hurt yourself to salvage the damage he has cause because he will be in trouble now that you burnt your hands.

"No! Let go, it's still doable! I won't let you take everything from me... It's not fair!"

You scream struggle and even hit him hard for him to let you go, those silly books were everything.

You memories, the mouth when you couldn't express, the feelings you've felt you couldn't tell anyone, the image of another you with the whole family... Everything.

You've kept them hidden for a reason, browsing through each of them whenever life was killing you again.

Everyone have gone out to witness what was going on and obviously the moment they saw the red on Damian face they went off on you.

Ignoring the blood and skin that was all over the place, Damian seems shocked as well. You couldn't stop the tears and your heart from ripping itself.

"It's just some drawings books... I can always buy another, you do not need to hit your brother"

He doesn't understand the value it hold, the new one would be soul less and no love... it couldn't compare.

"You just wanted to hit Damian cause you are helping because you are a spoiled brat that cannot go without attention"

"They shouldn't be here... They only caust trouble for us"

"This is utterly unacceptable Master Bruce, this is a behaviour of a child with no decipline"

Your books were gone... You were sent to your room and Damian was being taken care of... Well they bandage your hands but Damian was still being cared for but much longer..

You tried to draw but you couldn't, the pain was all over the place after the adrenaline wear off.

You couldn't draw... You're dead. You are no longer important, you are to be dead.

You covered your face with your hands as panick sets in, your only escape from everything was gone...

Now you truly are over.

"No... I am dead"

You utter quietly, ever since Damian came into the picture your only superiority was drawing... He was good but not as much as you, afterall you practice till you puke.

Your only talent that surpress the love child... Was now gone, it would be the same thing as dying if you couldn't even be of use now...

Bruce who decided to check up on you to discuss about your behaviour and maybe sending you away came inside.

"We need to talk, your action towards Damian is un-"

He stood frozen, your door creaking as it open further. His blood went cold and the word left his mouth completely.

Your body on the ground with foam seeping out of your mouth, your eyes wide open as a bottle was on your hands.

The same pills he have given to you to ease your stomachache, the one he didn't tell you anything about or how to ingest them... He didn't wanted to waste him time talking about that with you.

Next to you was a paper, a drawing... The mast thing you drew a butterfly with incomplete wings, it was messy and it felt like it was drawn by a young child.

Bruce remembered now... He remembered your soft small hands on his as you would smile at him brightly speaking nonsense.

"I like butterflies, they're free to do whatever... When I die I want to be one! Dad I promise to always visit you if I became one!"

Today was the day you've met him... The day he opened his arms so willingly for a stray he's just met...

What have he done?

I'll post tomorrow im a little down today 😞

Did you ever think of a situation where neglected reader lashes out at the bat family?

Totally but... That's for a specific fic I am working on. Most of my work they don't lash out because they're kids or pre-teen, doesn't understand anything or feelings and are scared to talk because they still believe that the family would love them<3

very random but batfamily with a reader that just favors Tim. They have a whole space under his desk and everything. Eats his snacks, drinks his sodas, ect. Refuses to bond with anyone else, Tim and Reader might as well be conjoined twins. This can be normal batfamily or yandere batfamily it's completely up to you!<3

Batfam x Child Reader! (Platonic)

SYPNOSIS: Your family thought they adopted you, turns out you adopted only one of them.

IMP: PLATONIC, Reader is a child.

It was supposed to be a normal investigation, just two couples that got murdered in their own home.

When he enters another room he saw you, in your my little pony pajamas with a round red plushie with a poorly drawn face around your arms, completely oblivious to the brutal death of your parents.

He couldn't hell but let a slight smile, in such darkness there you were happy to see him. Happy to see a stranger in ridiculously dark clothes.

The room he found you in was no condition for such a ball of happiness, wallpaper teared, water dripping although it was summer, your bed was extremely mess ans solid hard.

He picked you up as you wrap your tiny arms around him clutching onto your plushie. No thoughts in your head as you look dead in his eyes, sucking onto your thumb.

"Ba-man"

You spoke, thumb still in your mouth as your lips parted to form a smile.

He was definitely going to adopt you now.

Your first day with the family was amazingly wonderful, everyone wanted to hold you or bite your cheeks for some reason.

You did choose your favourite from the start, Tim.

When anyone tried to pick you up while he holds you, you would simply turn away and wrap your arms around his neck so they won't seperate you.

Try feeding him anything you can hold onto, pulling his hair cause it was beautiful and you wanted them or the time you didn't stop crying for the whole day straight because Tim went to school.

As you grew older your favourite did not change to the disappointment of most.

Your room was never occupied by you and instead you slept next to Tim much to his dismay.

Unlike him you slept like you've never slept before plus you were deaf and can't feel any touch when you slept.

He would wake up with you on the floor still asleep and he would have to pick you up and make you face the wall, yet you still managed to end up at the bottom of the bed without him knowing.

You arm on his nose or your entire body ontop of him like a cat that want more warmth and will get it no matter what.

Under his desk was something else, a whole new place you had created.

Tim spent most of his time on the desk and you knew it, since you don't want him to be alone you build your own room under his desk.

Picture of my little pony, a chart that doesn't make sense but Tim would listen to you mumbled about it, food and drink, pillow and his jacket you used as pillow and books.

You would read aloud to him while he work on a case, you did have trouble reading and in the end Tim would just read the book with you and intentionally make mistakes so you won't be so embarassed.

Jason who didn't like this was trying so hard on the sideline to get you to drop Tim yet to his Disappointment you were stubborn.

"C'mon we can go watch my little pony till ten if you say im your favourite"

Jason have been trying for years to beat Tim and get the favourite. He tried to spend more times with you but it's impossible when you follow Tim like a duckling even waiting outside bathroom.

"I know you love Pony"

Jason was determine, it wasn't fair at all. You saw Tim call him a tomato and from that day you practically glue yourself onto him, he was way too happy for Jasons liking.

He already wanted to Bash his head for replacing him and now he wanted to throw his head throw a wall for getting all your affection.

"No, Timmy said no"

"You- When did you start listening to adults, you should be a rebel..."

"No"

Jason have never wanted to shake a child so hard just cause they weren't rebellious like he was.

Before Jason could continue his persuasion you saw Tim walk by and instantly went towards him, leaving the older male still kneeling on the ground with my little pony disc on his hand.

"...You like pony?"

Stephanie who just walk into the scene commented, with a wide smile.

"Shut it"

Jason left with the disc still on his hand, leaving Stephanie who was over the moon with her discovery to shout at him.

"Nothing wrong with liking ponies!"

Tim bought everything in two now, doesn't matter what he bought you would always swallow them without even knowing what it was.

It was honestly adorable, eating or drinking anything he ate because you wanted to grow up like him. For someone with short arms you could reach high.

If Tim was to eat something you would eat them without hesitation and proudly huff when you swallow.

You drank coffee once didn't sleep the entire night just went crazy around the house all night.

That's how they made you eat disgusting medicine, by making Tim eat something else that look alike to the medicine and faster then a cell could enter your brain you would chuck them down.

"C'mon brocoli is healthy, you'll grow up like me!"

Dick tried to convince you as he tried to push the food through your mother yet you stubbornly resisted.

And you resorted to pulling his hair, it doesn't hurt that much but it still does hurt and you were in no mood to let him go easily.

"Aouch! Geez, you pull real hard huh? Okay let go now no more brocoli"

Dick tried to gently pry your hands away from his hair but you wouldn't budge, pulling with all your might which hurt way more.

Before Dick could resort to yanking you and have you pull some hair out Tim walk in with no reaction to the current dilemma Dick was in.

Sat next to you and pick a brocoli and fed it to you, which you open your mouth without any second and chew, your hands remain on his hair.

"Tim, could you atleast get her to let go-"

"Let this be a punishment for you forcing her to eat when she obviously doesn't want to"

"She just ate, it's not the food it's the feeder!"

You didn't let go of his hair until Tim pick you up.

It was quite normal for people to mistake Tim as your father even tho you two look nothing alike.

Random mother's and elders or even workers praising him for being such a strong single father who loves his kid, Tim doesn't care about the comments. He absolutely found them hilarious.

"Bless your heart for stepping up for your child, the world need a father like you"

An old grandmother who was walking down the street would comment and Tim on the other hand just nod along with it, no denying or acception.

Even the journalists would intentionally made jokes about how Tim was more of a father than Bruce could be to you, and you thought Bruce was... Your distance uncle and not your father.

Every time anyone brought up the Wayne family and Tim or you is mentioned, everyone will agree that you adopted your own father while your adoptive father became your uncle.

You would hold his hands because they were comfortable unlike the others and if anyone tried to hold your hands, insult everywhere.

"Is your hand made out of cement...?"

"...Did your hand ran a marathon? Why so sweaty?"

"Did your hand ate a giant?"

"Your hand's have different gender"

"You hold onto me like im about to fly"

"No please"

"...Your fingers ate a snake"

"It should be illegal for you to hold hands"

Damian love's your fast mouth but hate it when it's towards him, he secretly tried to teach you how to fight Tim went wrong you ended up attacking him.

His plan backfired real bad.

Did they hate that you loves Tim so much while activity insulting them without even understanding your own word? Yes, they still love you.

It was as if you had adopted Tim solely and the rest were just extra benefit.

Tim loves the fact that you were so open about him being your favourite, he's a proud father of one which is you.

As much as the family love's you, you can only love one and that is your adopted father Tim.

Yes, you adopt your father.

- BatBoys × Civilian Reader.

SCENARIO: pecking them on the cheek after they saved you from danger.

- DICK GRAYSON.

Dick had ran inside the burning building after he realised that you were still inside, he discard all the training and ran for you.

He didn't have time to think the moment he heard your name his body move on its on, like he was chasing oxygen.

He was not going to lose someone he loves dearly again, this time he would protect you and be your boyfriend someday.

He had been secretly consuming videos on how to be the best boyfriend in the world and he haven't even got to try that. Bullshit, even if he had to fight death itself he will. No one is going to take you away this time... Not when he's still breathing.

When you peck him on the cheek he froze, the adrenaline rushing back in, his eyes wide shock and still holding your hands.

He just wanted to hold you in his arms and comfort himself and you but holding the edge of your fingers was the best he would do for now.

" That's not my lips tho "

he commented, managing to weild his brain back to the right direction but not without some complications.

" Huh? "

You looked at him confuse.

His hands still clinging onto yours desperately trying to remember the feeling of your hands on his.

" You accidentally kissed me on my cheek and not my lips "

Activity trying to gaslight you and himself.

What he wanted to say was ' Please just do me a favour and open the gate of heaven by kissing me already, I cannot go another day without your lips on mine... '.

How much he yearn to hold you and kiss you infront of everybody, kissing you so hard that he forgot his own name and could only remember the taste of your lips.

" Kiss me Alr- "

Before he could spill his desire Batman drag him away frowning and kept looking at you and Batman.

- Jason Todd.

He saved you from thief's and you kiss him on the cheek. He's in another planet the moment your lips touches his skin.

Goosebumps all over his body, an electric charge sent down his spine and his heart about to explode from the unexpected affection. God, what kind of grip did you had on him?

Hes utterly surprised in a good way, he didn't knew all it took was some expensive costume and doing the right thing.

Unfortunately for you he's hooked. His shoulder relaxing and his once prideful stance turns into one that reminds you of a puppy wishing for more pats.

The scene playing inside his head over and over dissecting everything into pieces. His face didn't turn that red just his whole posture and language did change tho.

Now, he demands kiss for everytime he did and not leaving until you gave him that kiss he was so addicted to.

" Where's my kiss? "

He asked, turning to look at you. His face plastered with that cunning smirk he had whenever he knew he won.

" Kiss? eh "

You look at him confuse, you were just standing there watching him do his heroic deed. Whereas, he suddenly turns with the most idiotic smile and demand a kiss.

" Yeah, my reward. For being a good hero "

Silence.

" You saved a kitten from the tree and you want a kiss? It's not even my kitten "

"... Contribute to society by motivating me through kisses"

He was serious, tho you trapped yourself in this case... Kissing him and thinking he won't take advantage of it. He's smart when it comes to his needs.

He cannot wait until he gets to actually collide his lips with yours... Maybe in the possible future he would get a kiss on the lips for every good deeds.

- Tim Drake.

He's confusion. Staring at you while holding onto the place where you kissed him, he couldn't tell if he was hallucinating because he was sleep deprived or you did kiss him.

His face flush red as his entire body turns warm, even tho it was during the middle of winter he couldn't feel anything else but warmth.

His ears were red as well, he totally forgot about the fact that there were gour people he had tied near the pole watching in silence.

" I- Why would you do that? "

He didn't mean to sound so mad or upset, infact his brain had probably melted by the thought of you kissing him.

" Im not complaining just... I Didn't even have time to process that "

He could clearly hear ever time his heart was beating against his rips, his hands going stiff and extremely warm... Even his eyes were betraying him.

He began, not only didn't he had time to process the pleasure of your touch he did not have time to remember it, how was he supposed to deal with that?

Tho, Tim was the boss of trying to play cool and feeling cool but in reality he's a blushing mess with a smile that scream 'im a pathetic loser inlove'.

" Do you want me to kiss you again? "

You asked, and Tim was over the moon with such opportunity handed to him on a random Tuesday night.

" Yeah, let's do that again... I'll be ready this time "

He might try to make you kiss him again by creating some excuses only he could think of.

- Damian Wayne.

He's happy and not at the same time. His mind is racing itself to see which one will make him restless.

He should be happy that you were so willing to kiss him on the cheek but you kissed him without knowing who he was under that domino!

You didn't kiss him as Damian Wayne, you kissed him as Robin... Batman blood son.

Now there was two thing keeping him sane and insane, one the precious kiss you had given me to him and the fact that you kissed him without knowing it's him...

Should he focus on the positive and be delusional like his older brother...No, he's full of questions and you'll hear them all.

And the fact that you kissed him so easily for just stopping someone for stealing from you? He's going to lecture you as Damian Wayne.

Well, he did like about the fact that you smelled like perfection and your soft lips pressed on his cheek with the cutest smile.

This felt like a shoujo manga, but if his institution is correct the guy would grab the girl by her face (gently) and roughly or gently kissed her infront of everybody.

Tho he's still not happy with you for kissing him for being a decent human being... Your standard are low.

" You're ridiculous for kissing me without any reason "

He fold his arms, the redness in his ears still visible. He doesnt like the way his heart was pounding at him to stop being delusional. Maybe he was consuming too much manga.

" You do realise not everyone should be kissed because they save you "

Yes, tho you should kiss Damian Wayne Instead of Robin... That way he would be able to smile about it in the dark.

" If I see you kissing random I wil- "

You hurried away before Damian could start teaching you on what he will and will not tolerate.

You should only kiss him and he is the only one privilege enough to call your lips his... He's definitely going to lecture you nonstop for kissing people as a gratitude.

He absolutely love's the kiss but he hate that you won't kiss him as Damian Wayne...

- Half asleep and do not know what i wrote I'll fix em tomorrow.

Fic plan, will be fulfilling a request and going to write a full fic for 'other side of life'... Yes, im writing neglected reader again... ( I love it so much) And maybe start a new series?? Idk. Love y'all.

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