“But If You Forget To Reblog Madame Zeroni, You And Your Family Will Be Cursed For Always And Eternity.”

can someone help me find this fic?

It was a fic (i think one of the flash’s / wally x reader) who accidentally went back in time to stop Barbara & bruce from cheating on dick/ betraying his trust? I CANT FIND IT I NEED IT 😭

Mark hugs are nice hugs

black cat! reader and mark grayson have such a fun dynamic. equivelant to a certian web slinger and his love interest. you two are different, at least you think so from what Mark has told you about this hero he's met.

like every black cat, you meet your future little fling by being caught red handed where you don't belong, by Invincible. At a museum at night, after hours and dangling upside down to steal the supposed " Jewel of the Sea'. You look like a delicate thing to mark, pretty and suspended with greedy claws reaching for glistening jewel through the spaces of red lasers. you blend in with pretty art pieces and glistening chandeliers. you should be framed on the wall and admired for all to see.

course, like all black cats, you get hauled to jail that night when invincible breaks his trance of staring long enough to aprehend you far too easily. you give in, give up. you don't like fighting against pretty men or people like him. that boyish grin and dimples that are apparent when you purred against his chest, trapped wrists encircling around his neck while you bat pretty eyes. you try to convince him poorly to let you go, and not give you up. you'd rather spend a night in his bed and arrested by his hands, than by locked up behind bars.

red and blue police lights catch the red of your lipstick on the corner of his lips, the smear of makeup never comes off quite right as much as he rubs at it with his fist. invincible is glowing, a red hue covers his cheeks when you give him a wink behind the glossy cop car window.

a few days later, you'll be out. no bail gives you freedom, but your keen cat like intelligence and your stupid minions that managed to bust you out. it gives you enough time to plot your next encounter with your colorful superhero, and how you can get revenge for him ruining your museum heist.

𓂃 ˖⠀𓇬⠀˖⠀𓂃𓈒 ᴀ ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍ ʙᴇʏᴏɴᴅ ᴛʜɪꜱ ʟɪꜰᴇᴛɪᴍᴇ 𓈒𓂃⠀⠀˖⠀𓇬⠀˖

˖⋆⑅˚₊𖧷 ꜱʜᴀᴅᴏᴡ ᴛʜᴇ ʜᴇᴅɢᴇʜᴏɢ x [ꜰᴇᴍᴀʟᴇ] ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

: ̗̀➛ꜱᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ: ꜱʜᴀᴅᴏᴡ ᴡᴀᴋᴇꜱ ᴜᴘ ᴛᴏ ᴀɴ ᴜɴᴋɴᴏᴡɴ ᴘʟᴀᴄᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ʜᴇ ɪꜱ ɢʀᴇᴇᴛᴇᴅ ʙʏ ᴀ ꜰᴀᴍɪʟɪᴀʀ ꜰᴀᴄᴇ. ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ꜰʟᴇᴇᴛɪɴɢ ᴛɪᴍᴇ, ꜱᴇᴘᴀʀᴀᴛᴇᴅ ʙᴇᴛᴡᴇᴇɴ ʀᴇᴀʟɪᴛʏ ᴀɴᴅ ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍ, ᴡɪʟʟ ʜᴇ ᴇᴠᴇʀ ʀᴇᴀᴄʜ ʜᴇʀ ᴀɴᴅ ꜰɪɴᴅ ʜᴇʀ ᴛʜʀᴏᴜɢʜ ɪᴛ ᴀʟʟ?

: ̗̀➛ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢ[ꜱ]: mild angst, fluff

: ̗̀➛ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ: 2.2k

➹ ᴀᴜᴛʜᴏʀ’ꜱ ɴᴏᴛᴇ: divider crdts: thecutestgrotto,strangergraphics

Shadow opened his eyes and squinted when the bright light greets his vision. The wind brushes through his fur, warm and welcoming. The grass pokes through his fur, cold and soft. The blinding light was then shrouded into a dim visage, leaves from the branches providing a veil. His head felt light as his body felt as though he had fallen into an endless pit of the nonexistent ground. 

“Finally awake, are we?” a soft voice spoke amidst the quiet, tranquil atmosphere. 

Shadow looked to meet a pair of warm and kind familiar eyes gazing back at him. Then slowly rises as if gravity was holding him down until he is in a sitting position. He places a hand against his head, processing the situation he is in. 

Shadow then finds himself asking, “How did I get here? Is this real? A dream?” he says as he looks at his gloved palm, trying to figure out whether he is dreaming or not, his mind still in shambles. He receives no answer so he turns his head to look at the person who he’s been trying to find ever since.. 

She only offered him a gentle smile as she stood up and held out a hand, indicating for him to take it. Shadow furrowed his brows, confused why she didn’t answer his question. He glances at her outstretched hand for seconds before he gives in and takes it in his. She gently pulls him up on his feet with a little giggle, the sound having Shadow even more befuddled at her antics. He knew she had always been a playful spirit in nature, but there was something peculiar in the layers of her mirthful demeanor. 

His eyes flickered to their still connected hands, and a fuzzy feeling suddenly poked inside him. Her hand felt comfortingly warm against his, but it vanished too soon when she let go of him. Shadow disregarded the feelings away as there were words that he needed to say, questions that needed to be answered. There was something foreseen in the air and the place he’s currently in, the leaves rustling, the winds whispering, all this was foreign to him. 

“What happened to you? Where are we and how come that you’re here?” the words slipped from him, his voice steady. 

But to his disappointment, the girl still had not provided him any reply, not even a single hint to make him understand what was going on. Though there was a little movement in her one ear and an unreadable glint in her eyes. Still, Shadow started to grow impatient at her incessant silence and narrowed his eyes.

“Why won’t you answer me?” Still no word from her as she blinked at him. He only sighed in defeat and shook his head. 

“At least tell me,” he says again, slow and restless; the one he’s been wanting to say ever since he woke up and her being the first thing he sees in his awakening. “If you’re alright.” 

And she finally responded with a nod as an answer to him. At least he was convinced that she wasn’t going to give him the silent treatment all day. Relief washed over him but the contradiction of her actions dwelled, the simple gesture not enough to sustain his intuition towards her.

Suddenly, she held out her hand again and curled them into fist. Shadow arches one brow, confused. A knowing smile finds its way to her lips again, a lilt in them. She repeats the same notion again and starts to slowly back away from him. Shadow, still left in the dark, wondered what she was trying to do until something finally jogged up into his head. 

Oh. 

It was the gesture between them of which she had created, a game probably, where she wanted him to follow her along. He always disliked them as he found them utterly ridiculous, such activity is not for him to partake in his nature. But there was nothing stopping the girl from always gesturing for him to do so, until he finds himself eventually giving in to her wiles.

 He rumbles a grunt in his chest. It’s not like he can’t do anything else at this point. There was nothing else in this world he’s currently in; just him and her. 

He finds himself taking a step forward, mindlessly, as the girl gets farther away from him. Then another step, and another, then his walks turn into a jog, until he’s following after her footsteps. He heard her laugh, the sound distant yet harmonic, echoing throughout the fields and into the trees, as both of them ran through the forest. For a moment, Shadow felt strangely at ease, a weight being taken off from his shoulders, a knot being tied loose. It’s like he could relive this moment for as long as he could.

With her. 

Her silhouette drifted to and fro in Shadow’s vision, like a pure enact of a nymph vanishing and appearing in the eyes of a lost wanderer, her laughs that sound of a melodic chant that lures them in. 

Shadow kept jogging after her, a rush of light adrenaline rushing through his veins, his heart starting to palpitate against his chest. No matter how close he got to her, she seemed to simply outran him with a lighthearted laugh. Perhaps she could be a potential opponent in terms of racing in the future.

Until they both slowly skidded to a stop when they reached the opening of the forest. A vast greenery land, garnished with a plethora of florals in various shades of color. The wind blew them as they danced along with its gust, a cascade of warm light upon the sky, the sun gleaming through the thinly veiled clouds that waltzes by. The girl lets out a breath of relief, closing her eyes as she relishes in the breeze, calming her nerves from the previous running. Shadow having no need to rest since he’s accustomed to it, as what he was created for in immune exhaustion for a little activity such as this one. 

After what seemed like a long time, at last out of breath, she said in the air, “I missed that.” 

Shadow looks at her and huffs, crossing his arms against his chest. “Decided to finally speak?” 

She turns around to meet his red, sharp eyes and links her hands behind her. “I’m sorry,” she smiles woefully at him as she continues, “I couldn’t risk them hearing us. The aura was too exposed at the place we were in.” 

Them? 

Shadow’s eyes taper in puzzlement. “What are you talking about? What do you mean by them? Just what is going on in this place?” The questions came flooding out once again, brick by brick of his burning curiosity sending him to the edge. 

The girl hums, lifting her head up to look at the clear sky and closes her eyes. “Dilly dally shilly shally. Why worry about a thing when you’re in the safest place you’ve ever been?” She says in a sing-sang voice, her gaze returning to him.

Shadow could only stare at her in pure bewilderment, baffled nonetheless. He has known her for a long appropriate period of time, and he never thought there will be a time where her character strangely feels out of ordinary, would ever ignite a sense of uncertainty in him. The way she was acting just does not sit right with him. What if she’s not real? Posing as an imposter to deceive him? What if something did happen to her and what all he’s seeing now is all the remains of who she once was? 

“Hey..” she softly calls out and Shadow instanly breaks from his clouded, dire trance. His attention diverted towards her and she was smiling reassuringly at him. “Don’t think about it so deeply or you might lose yourself.” 

Shadow breathes as if he’s been holding his breath the entire time. “I’m,” he starts, strain barely audible in his deep voice, “I have no idea what’s going on, especially with you. You’ve been gone for days and now, I woke up in a strange place and you’re the first person I see in it,” he trails for a moment and averted his eyes away in frustration, the mixed emotions he held in and suppressed, was slowly pouring out of him. “How do I even know if you’re her? That you’re real? Damn it, Rouge is worried about you. Omega can’t keep his machines from stirring every second whenever he mentions where you could be or how you were.”

This feeling in him, one that he’s repressing, foreign yet known. That feeling whenever he’s around her, although he tries to discard it away, it keeps coming back as if it has already been part of him from the very start. 

Silence came. None of them said a word as they stood in the meadow, nowhere, where both of them were the only living things that existed. The wind whispers amongst the trees, flowers partaking along. 

“I’m sorry,” she apologizes for the second time. Shadow huffs disapprovingly and presses his hand against his forehead, shrouding his eyes. “Is that all you can say?” he retorts in her way. 

He heard footsteps and the rustle of grass coming onto his way and before he knew it, he felt a warm, tender touch in his cheek. Taken aback, he whisks his head towards her, steel red eyes widening at the sudden close contact between them. No one had ever touched him like this before. Not since Maria. The sensation melted through him, a river of longing and ache running through his bloodstream. Her eyes that held his gleamed in sincere remorse and kindness combined that caused his heart to skip a beat. 

“I mean it,” she merely said to him as she smiled. 

There was an urge but Shadow resisted to act on it. The urge to take her hand, hold it against his, and never let her go; that she will never be taken from him again. 

So he chose to close his eyes and leaned into her touch and felt her hand stiffened the slightest against his cheek, surprised at his action before it relaxed. 

“Where are you?” Shadow utters quietly, a voice he didn’t think himself would possess. 

“I’m right here. I always have been.”

Her touch slips away too soon, like a silk coming free. Her warmth vanishes from him, leaving a trail of her touch lingering on his fur. 

“Tell me where you are,” said the dark hedgehog, his voice now serious and determined. The soon those words slipped from him, his surroundings started to dissipate into wisps like thin smoke. Alerted, Shadow quickly looks around as he witnesses the place he’s been in, the once calm field is gradually turning into disoriented images. Shadow cursed under his breath. 

When he looked for her, she was only a gap away from him, the smile etched on her face bordering between sadness and reassurance. “Don’t come for me.”

The world disintegrates further like a fire burning into cinder. With her words triggering something inside of Shadow, he sprints towards her yet before he could reach her, the gravity pulled him away. He struggled against the invisible force, outstretching his hand to her in desperation, weariness that ever glinted in his stone red eyes. 

“I will find you,” he shouts, the pressure in his chest and body urging him on as he attempts to break through the webs of gravity pulling them apart , “and I will come for you wherever you may be! I promise!” 

Then everything went to black with her face being the last thing he saw as he was pulled into vast darkness. 

Shadow’s eyes opened and groaned when he felt a throbbing sensation in his head. This was really getting tiring as of late now. It was only then he realized had fallen asleep against the wall. He looked around and saw Rouge still asleep on Omega’s arms, papers and pen scattered around the floor, walls imprinted on the wall. 

And his mind drifted to her. His head fell against his hands as his shoulder tenses while his jaw clenched. The hopelessness of not knowing of her whereabouts, her state, not even a single clue. The slow agony of the possibility of losing another person dear to him, someone he cherishes so deeply, Shadow had felt this kind of feeling before and it was happening once again. 

His fingers dug into his quills as he tried to compose himself. Now is not the time to despair. What matters is that he dreamt of her just as she dreamt of him, their subconsciousness connecting together, a sign that she had reached out for him just as he was trying to. It was a foretelling fortune, a sliver of hope. 

“I will find you,” he repeats again, just like he did to her in his dream. Whoever or what took her away from him, he swore on his grave that he is going to end their life. The one thing he cherishes that has been stolen from him, will not have an easy end in their face of death. 

AAAAA THIS IS SO GOODDD FEED ME MORE /NF /POS

𓂃 ˖⠀𓇬⠀˖⠀𓂃𓈒 ᴀ ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍ ʙᴇʏᴏɴᴅ ᴛʜɪꜱ ʟɪꜰᴇᴛɪᴍᴇ 𓈒𓂃⠀⠀˖⠀𓇬⠀˖

˖⋆⑅˚₊𖧷 ꜱʜᴀᴅᴏᴡ ᴛʜᴇ ʜᴇᴅɢᴇʜᴏɢ x [ꜰᴇᴍᴀʟᴇ] ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

: ̗̀➛ꜱᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ: ꜱʜᴀᴅᴏᴡ ᴡᴀᴋᴇꜱ ᴜᴘ ᴛᴏ ᴀɴ ᴜɴᴋɴᴏᴡɴ ᴘʟᴀᴄᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ʜᴇ ɪꜱ ɢʀᴇᴇᴛᴇᴅ ʙʏ ᴀ ꜰᴀᴍɪʟɪᴀʀ ꜰᴀᴄᴇ. ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ꜰʟᴇᴇᴛɪɴɢ ᴛɪᴍᴇ, ꜱᴇᴘᴀʀᴀᴛᴇᴅ ʙᴇᴛᴡᴇᴇɴ ʀᴇᴀʟɪᴛʏ ᴀɴᴅ ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍ, ᴡɪʟʟ ʜᴇ ᴇᴠᴇʀ ʀᴇᴀᴄʜ ʜᴇʀ ᴀɴᴅ ꜰɪɴᴅ ʜᴇʀ ᴛʜʀᴏᴜɢʜ ɪᴛ ᴀʟʟ?

: ̗̀➛ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢ[ꜱ]: mild angst, fluff

: ̗̀➛ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ: 2.2k

➹ ᴀᴜᴛʜᴏʀ’ꜱ ɴᴏᴛᴇ: divider crdts: thecutestgrotto,strangergraphics

Shadow opened his eyes and squinted when the bright light greets his vision. The wind brushes through his fur, warm and welcoming. The grass pokes through his fur, cold and soft. The blinding light was then shrouded into a dim visage, leaves from the branches providing a veil. His head felt light as his body felt as though he had fallen into an endless pit of the nonexistent ground. 

“Finally awake, are we?” a soft voice spoke amidst the quiet, tranquil atmosphere. 

Shadow looked to meet a pair of warm and kind familiar eyes gazing back at him. Then slowly rises as if gravity was holding him down until he is in a sitting position. He places a hand against his head, processing the situation he is in. 

Shadow then finds himself asking, “How did I get here? Is this real? A dream?” he says as he looks at his gloved palm, trying to figure out whether he is dreaming or not, his mind still in shambles. He receives no answer so he turns his head to look at the person who he’s been trying to find ever since.. 

She only offered him a gentle smile as she stood up and held out a hand, indicating for him to take it. Shadow furrowed his brows, confused why she didn’t answer his question. He glances at her outstretched hand for seconds before he gives in and takes it in his. She gently pulls him up on his feet with a little giggle, the sound having Shadow even more befuddled at her antics. He knew she had always been a playful spirit in nature, but there was something peculiar in the layers of her mirthful demeanor. 

His eyes flickered to their still connected hands, and a fuzzy feeling suddenly poked inside him. Her hand felt comfortingly warm against his, but it vanished too soon when she let go of him. Shadow disregarded the feelings away as there were words that he needed to say, questions that needed to be answered. There was something foreseen in the air and the place he’s currently in, the leaves rustling, the winds whispering, all this was foreign to him. 

“What happened to you? Where are we and how come that you’re here?” the words slipped from him, his voice steady. 

But to his disappointment, the girl still had not provided him any reply, not even a single hint to make him understand what was going on. Though there was a little movement in her one ear and an unreadable glint in her eyes. Still, Shadow started to grow impatient at her incessant silence and narrowed his eyes.

“Why won’t you answer me?” Still no word from her as she blinked at him. He only sighed in defeat and shook his head. 

“At least tell me,” he says again, slow and restless; the one he’s been wanting to say ever since he woke up and her being the first thing he sees in his awakening. “If you’re alright.” 

And she finally responded with a nod as an answer to him. At least he was convinced that she wasn’t going to give him the silent treatment all day. Relief washed over him but the contradiction of her actions dwelled, the simple gesture not enough to sustain his intuition towards her.

Suddenly, she held out her hand again and curled them into fist. Shadow arches one brow, confused. A knowing smile finds its way to her lips again, a lilt in them. She repeats the same notion again and starts to slowly back away from him. Shadow, still left in the dark, wondered what she was trying to do until something finally jogged up into his head. 

Oh. 

It was the gesture between them of which she had created, a game probably, where she wanted him to follow her along. He always disliked them as he found them utterly ridiculous, such activity is not for him to partake in his nature. But there was nothing stopping the girl from always gesturing for him to do so, until he finds himself eventually giving in to her wiles.

 He rumbles a grunt in his chest. It’s not like he can’t do anything else at this point. There was nothing else in this world he’s currently in; just him and her. 

He finds himself taking a step forward, mindlessly, as the girl gets farther away from him. Then another step, and another, then his walks turn into a jog, until he’s following after her footsteps. He heard her laugh, the sound distant yet harmonic, echoing throughout the fields and into the trees, as both of them ran through the forest. For a moment, Shadow felt strangely at ease, a weight being taken off from his shoulders, a knot being tied loose. It’s like he could relive this moment for as long as he could.

With her. 

Her silhouette drifted to and fro in Shadow’s vision, like a pure enact of a nymph vanishing and appearing in the eyes of a lost wanderer, her laughs that sound of a melodic chant that lures them in. 

Shadow kept jogging after her, a rush of light adrenaline rushing through his veins, his heart starting to palpitate against his chest. No matter how close he got to her, she seemed to simply outran him with a lighthearted laugh. Perhaps she could be a potential opponent in terms of racing in the future.

Until they both slowly skidded to a stop when they reached the opening of the forest. A vast greenery land, garnished with a plethora of florals in various shades of color. The wind blew them as they danced along with its gust, a cascade of warm light upon the sky, the sun gleaming through the thinly veiled clouds that waltzes by. The girl lets out a breath of relief, closing her eyes as she relishes in the breeze, calming her nerves from the previous running. Shadow having no need to rest since he’s accustomed to it, as what he was created for in immune exhaustion for a little activity such as this one. 

After what seemed like a long time, at last out of breath, she said in the air, “I missed that.” 

Shadow looks at her and huffs, crossing his arms against his chest. “Decided to finally speak?” 

She turns around to meet his red, sharp eyes and links her hands behind her. “I’m sorry,” she smiles woefully at him as she continues, “I couldn’t risk them hearing us. The aura was too exposed at the place we were in.” 

Them? 

Shadow’s eyes taper in puzzlement. “What are you talking about? What do you mean by them? Just what is going on in this place?” The questions came flooding out once again, brick by brick of his burning curiosity sending him to the edge. 

The girl hums, lifting her head up to look at the clear sky and closes her eyes. “Dilly dally shilly shally. Why worry about a thing when you’re in the safest place you’ve ever been?” She says in a sing-sang voice, her gaze returning to him.

Shadow could only stare at her in pure bewilderment, baffled nonetheless. He has known her for a long appropriate period of time, and he never thought there will be a time where her character strangely feels out of ordinary, would ever ignite a sense of uncertainty in him. The way she was acting just does not sit right with him. What if she’s not real? Posing as an imposter to deceive him? What if something did happen to her and what all he’s seeing now is all the remains of who she once was? 

“Hey..” she softly calls out and Shadow instanly breaks from his clouded, dire trance. His attention diverted towards her and she was smiling reassuringly at him. “Don’t think about it so deeply or you might lose yourself.” 

Shadow breathes as if he’s been holding his breath the entire time. “I’m,” he starts, strain barely audible in his deep voice, “I have no idea what’s going on, especially with you. You’ve been gone for days and now, I woke up in a strange place and you’re the first person I see in it,” he trails for a moment and averted his eyes away in frustration, the mixed emotions he held in and suppressed, was slowly pouring out of him. “How do I even know if you’re her? That you’re real? Damn it, Rouge is worried about you. Omega can’t keep his machines from stirring every second whenever he mentions where you could be or how you were.”

This feeling in him, one that he’s repressing, foreign yet known. That feeling whenever he’s around her, although he tries to discard it away, it keeps coming back as if it has already been part of him from the very start. 

Silence came. None of them said a word as they stood in the meadow, nowhere, where both of them were the only living things that existed. The wind whispers amongst the trees, flowers partaking along. 

“I’m sorry,” she apologizes for the second time. Shadow huffs disapprovingly and presses his hand against his forehead, shrouding his eyes. “Is that all you can say?” he retorts in her way. 

He heard footsteps and the rustle of grass coming onto his way and before he knew it, he felt a warm, tender touch in his cheek. Taken aback, he whisks his head towards her, steel red eyes widening at the sudden close contact between them. No one had ever touched him like this before. Not since Maria. The sensation melted through him, a river of longing and ache running through his bloodstream. Her eyes that held his gleamed in sincere remorse and kindness combined that caused his heart to skip a beat. 

“I mean it,” she merely said to him as she smiled. 

There was an urge but Shadow resisted to act on it. The urge to take her hand, hold it against his, and never let her go; that she will never be taken from him again. 

So he chose to close his eyes and leaned into her touch and felt her hand stiffened the slightest against his cheek, surprised at his action before it relaxed. 

“Where are you?” Shadow utters quietly, a voice he didn’t think himself would possess. 

“I’m right here. I always have been.”

Her touch slips away too soon, like a silk coming free. Her warmth vanishes from him, leaving a trail of her touch lingering on his fur. 

“Tell me where you are,” said the dark hedgehog, his voice now serious and determined. The soon those words slipped from him, his surroundings started to dissipate into wisps like thin smoke. Alerted, Shadow quickly looks around as he witnesses the place he’s been in, the once calm field is gradually turning into disoriented images. Shadow cursed under his breath. 

When he looked for her, she was only a gap away from him, the smile etched on her face bordering between sadness and reassurance. “Don’t come for me.”

The world disintegrates further like a fire burning into cinder. With her words triggering something inside of Shadow, he sprints towards her yet before he could reach her, the gravity pulled him away. He struggled against the invisible force, outstretching his hand to her in desperation, weariness that ever glinted in his stone red eyes. 

“I will find you,” he shouts, the pressure in his chest and body urging him on as he attempts to break through the webs of gravity pulling them apart , “and I will come for you wherever you may be! I promise!” 

Then everything went to black with her face being the last thing he saw as he was pulled into vast darkness. 

Shadow’s eyes opened and groaned when he felt a throbbing sensation in his head. This was really getting tiring as of late now. It was only then he realized had fallen asleep against the wall. He looked around and saw Rouge still asleep on Omega’s arms, papers and pen scattered around the floor, walls imprinted on the wall. 

And his mind drifted to her. His head fell against his hands as his shoulder tenses while his jaw clenched. The hopelessness of not knowing of her whereabouts, her state, not even a single clue. The slow agony of the possibility of losing another person dear to him, someone he cherishes so deeply, Shadow had felt this kind of feeling before and it was happening once again. 

His fingers dug into his quills as he tried to compose himself. Now is not the time to despair. What matters is that he dreamt of her just as she dreamt of him, their subconsciousness connecting together, a sign that she had reached out for him just as he was trying to. It was a foretelling fortune, a sliver of hope. 

“I will find you,” he repeats again, just like he did to her in his dream. Whoever or what took her away from him, he swore on his grave that he is going to end their life. The one thing he cherishes that has been stolen from him, will not have an easy end in their face of death. 

The Distorted Heart of Gotham City

My Persona drafts are all over the place… so let's add one more!

Fandoms: Batfam x Persona 5 — Reader-Insert

Prominent Characters: The Phantom Thieves, Red Hood, and Robin

Notes: Reader uses They/Them, no use of Y/N, Reader is a member of the Phantom Thieves, Persona 5 Royal spoilers (technically takes place during 3rd semester), Joker goes by Ren Amamiya, This is also technically a double isekai (Reader to Persona then Reader+Thieves to DC), when the font is italicized they're speaking in English

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All you wanted to do was save the thieves some time. Knowing that going into the Science Centre would lead to a dead end that required Mementos intervention, you figured skipping straight to Mementos was a good idea. You had to explore it anyway, so it'd save you all the back and forth!

If you had known the floor would cave in and send you all into Gotham's underbelly, then you would've rather run the marathon instead.

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"Joker!"

"Stop calling him that—Fuck!"

More shadows appear from the ground as soon as that name was uttered. A flood of them poor out from beneath you, knocking you off balance and flinging you into the ferris wheel's car. The thieves cry out your code name, but they're drowned out by the cacophony of cackling emitted by each shadow. You struggle to get to your feet as multiple close in on you. The grins they adorn stretch from ear to ear, making their howling force you to stare into the endless abyss behind their teeth. You can barely get your thoughts together before the one directly in front of you is blasted away by a force of light.

"Ella!"

Violet bounds towards you with grace, flipping over shadows with the help of her rapier and summoning her persona. She wastes no time rushing to you to help you to your feet as Ella slams her leg into the invading shadows. Her steel boots piercing through each of their heads and turning them all to dust. Ella turns to you and bows before vanishing back into Violets heart, but it's not long before more of these abominations are crawling out of the floors and walls.

Seeing the injuries she's currently sustained, you summon your own persona to heal her and cast shields on the entire party. She thanks you mindlessly as her eyes sporadically roam over your body, "Are you okay?"

Of course she's more concerned for you than her own injuries. You get your persona to heal yourself too before they vanish, awaiting another command, "As good as I can be."

Bringing both of your attention back to the fight at hand, you see the rest of the thieves trying to thin the horde, but with more continuously spawning it's a futile endeavor.

Violet gets her persona to throw bless attacks to back the shadows further away, "Any ideas?"

You're eyes flitter across all mass of attacking clowns to take stock of your teammates positions. Oracle is hovering high above the fight providing support where she can, Skull and Panther are fighting back to back a little ahead of you by the roller coasters support beams, to your left Fox is trying his best to freeze the encroaching enemies, with Noir blasting the ones that slip past and gunning down those that get to close with Lucy. Then to your right you notice Joker, Queen, and Crow trying to create an open area on the field and you realize what they're trying to accomplish.

"Yeah," You're eyes scan the battlefield until you finally spot Mona jumping around on heads with Diego, "Run away. This mob is never going to end, so we need to make room for Mona to transform and get us the hell out of here. We need to reach our leader."

"On it."

Violet instantly has Ella by her side again, commanding her to use Brave Step. You both tear through the enemy line, collecting your friends from their fronts and making your way over to the other three. Joker and Queen are happy that everyone's here to help out, but Crow can't be grateful without some snarky remark.

"You all took your sweet time."

"Sorry I got thrown into a ferris wheel!"

"Pay more attention and it wouldn't have happened!"

With everyone finally grouped back together, you're able to create an effective enough wall to keep the shadows away from Mona, allowing him the freedom to transform into his van form. Everyone rushes inside, with Queen taking the wheel, Joker taking shotgun, Panther, Fox, and Noir taking the middle seats, and you, Crow and Violet taking one of the back seats with Skull and Oracle sitting across from you.

Though before Queen can drive off, the shadows encircle Mona and start banging on the hood of the van. There isn't anywhere that they don't cling to, making it a near impossibility to move forward. Noir tries to open the window to throw a grenade, but they nick her cheek and try to crawl inside. Fox kicks it back out the window, giving Noir the opportunity to throw throw the grenade and disperse the enemies to the side of the van.

Using Noir's explosion as a distraction, Joker gets out of Mona and climbs onto the roof of the van, to everyone's shock and confusion.

"What the hell is he doing!?"

"Don't look at me! Why would I know what the hell's going through his mind?"

As he stands there and looks over the endless wave of what he could only consider to be rotting clowns, he utters three words with all the poise and confidence he's gained over the year.

"Die for me."

Teddy bears start crawling out from underneath Mona and swarming the mob of shadows surrounding him. They bite into their legs, latch onto their faces, and scream with glee as they eviscerate everything in their path.

When the side door is finally free of shadows, Joker was quick to open it and swing in from the top. Once he was seated, Queen slammed her foot on the gas, taking off and running over any of the shadows far enough away to not get hit by the flying teddy bears.

Once you manage to get far away, enough so that you have to strain your ears to hear the shrill laughter from far behind you, do some of you finally release the tension you were holding. None of you fully relax, how could anyone when the city itself wants to set you ablaze and see you thrown to the dogs.

You were all keenly aware, that this Mementos didn't want you there. That was made clear almost the very moment you were thrown in here without any say.

It reacted as soon as you touched the floor, it rippled outwards as if trying to get away from you, willing to break itself to do so. Eyes started forming on buildings, and the few that were already littered around from the park decorations followed your every move. It wasn't long after that when someone had said Joker's code name, only wanting his opinion on their next steps when shadows began to crowd around you.

This city was alive, and it was watching. Waiting for a chance to remove you from itself entirely.

Skull sinks into the chair, his knees bumping into yours as he nearly slides off the seat in front of you, "Jok—"

You kick his foot before he could finish, causing him to yelp in surprise

"What was that for!?"

"What have I been saying? Don't call him that!"

"What am I supposed to call him then!"

"I don't know, Wild? Zero? Fool? Hell even just leader! Really anything but that!"

Violet cuts in before you can get off track from the main issue, "Uhm, why is saying his name a problem exactly? I assume this was never an issue before."

Oracle responds to her first, looking over the scans she got during the fight, "Any time someone said his name, everything went totally haywire. It's almost like they got rage boosted without any of the side affects and it multiplied each time."

You groan upon hearing that and lean onto Crow's shoulder, "Yeah, that's sounds about right. I hate the clowns here."

Crow gives you a side eye, but doesn't move to push you off or even uncross his arms, "You said you had an idea of our current location when we landed, so spill. Where are we, and what does it have to do with his code name?"

You don't want to think about it, the thought of having travelled through universes against your will again irritates you. Though, given the fact you all landed in a rundown amusement park where the walls are covered in laughing graffiti, and you were overrun by shadows dressed in bizzare purple and green clothes while laughing their asses off—Yeah there was no denying it.

"I think we're in DC—Gotham to be more specific. It's a fictional city made for DC Comics in my original universe."

You can feel Crow tense underneath you and the irritation coming off him in waves. The conversation going on at the front of the van ceases as Panther drapes herself over the back of her seat, "Wait—you're not serious right?"

Skull slumps further in his chair again, "Please say sike right now."

"Believe me I wish I was lying."

You then tell them everything you could remember about DC, which frankly wasn't much. You don't even know what continuity you've fallen into, so there's a lot of information that potentially doesn't matter. Not that you're able to remember enough of any story line to separate what happened where. The others grow more despondent and irritated when you get to Gotham in particular. It's bad enough to have somehow fallen into another universe and have to find a way back, but even worse when you know the city is regarded as "one of the worst fictional cities in media".

You're in the middle of explaining Bruce Wayne and his gaggle of kids when a thought comes across your mind, "Maybe if we could find Batman—"

You don't get to finish voicing it though, since the instant you said his name, the world around you went silent. The buzzing of the neon lights ceased and the few shadows lurking around the corners vanished. Not even the wind continued to blow. The oppressive atmosphere of this Mementos was lifted, but the quiet that followed wasn't comforting in the slightest.

Queen stops the van and all of you tensed up, expecting something to jump out at you at a moments notice. A shadow, maybe even a palace ruler. You don't think you'd even be surprised if it was Batman himself to rush at you from the darkness—coming at you like a demon just from calling his name. From what you could remember, that's how the citizens and criminals alike viewed him in Gotham. But nothing happened.

After a few minutes of sitting in anticipation, the atmosphere slowly shifts back to how it was before. With the threat of the Bat dying down, it goes back to viewing you as public enemy number one. If anything, the oppressiveness of the city has only doubled, as if it was offended you had the gal to warn them about a threat that wasn't actually there.

Oracle uncurls herself to check the readings of the surrounding area, "Note to self, don't say his name either. That seemed to make the shadows around here act up."

Noir rests her launcher in her lap, not letting go incase a shadow still jumps out at them, "Is this the same as saying our leader's name, or something different?"

"Like we activated hardcore mode. Unless we want to grind boss level enemies I think we should get out of here stat."

"Brilliant." Queen starts driving again then calls out you name to catch your attention, "Do you know the safest the safest place to exit the Metaverse?"

"Not many places are safe in Gotham, if any at all. We might just have to pick a spot and pray." You look through the window and grimace when you see nearly every alley filled to the brim with different types of shadows, "Though I recommend leaving this area first, unless you want to appear next to a mugger."

Fox stares out the window, trying to capture the scene of the city, "With this world's Mementos actively more depraved than ours, I wonder the depth of this cities turpitude."

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You ended up exiting on top of some abandoned warehouse overlooking the waterside. It had the least amount of shadows in the area, and considering there was enough criminals in this place to actually have tangible effects on Mementos, Goro thought it would be relatively safe.

The feel of exiting the Metaverse is completely different here. Almost as if you're walking out of a wall of sludge, each limb heavy and barely able to move until you finally breach the surface. A few shiver at the feeling, and you see Morgana shaking around wildly. It also doesn't help that the air is still slightly chilly, but now that you're out of the Metaverse you're all equipped in your winter clothes. Despite the unideal conditions, no one speaks up to voice their complaints. It would be unwise to without making sure there isn't some underground deal going on around somewhere. Everyone splits in pairs to cover the roof and to overlook the surroundings, while Morgana takes the stairs down to see if there's anyone in the warehouse.

You slowly slide over to the edge of the building with Ann, avoiding stepping on any metal objects, broken glass, and generally just trying to leave as little of a mark as possible. Near the edge is the doorway to the stairs, and past that are air vents protruding from the wall and floor. This side of the roof is a complete mess of paper waste, plastic bags, and broken bottles, but there's at least no people here. Looking over the edge towards the city, it's hard to see much beyond the highway besides a few rooftops of taller buildings. To the right you can just see the top of a ferries wheel, it's clearly rotted and no doubt doesn't function—at least well—but now you know where you started.

"You see anything Ann?"

Her pigtails sway as she shakes her head, "Not really," she sounds disappointed as she walks over to you from where she was looking over the edge, "There's a park underneath the highway, and it looks pretty empty. It's in the direction of that creepy amusement park though, so I don't think going there's a good idea."

Her eyes suddenly dart to look behind you and she freezes. Her entire stance tenses as her eyes never looking away from whatever caught her attention, making you look back yourself and flinch.

Red Hood stands barely a meter away. His hands half-shoved into his pockets, with his dual pistols visibly holstered. Of course you run into a member of the Bat Family as soon as the opportunity presents itself, and of course he's one the the more violent of the bunch. If you didn't know any better you'd think the real city was still trying to evict you.

"Evening. Mind if I ask why a group of kids are hangin' around this empty building at the dead of night?"

The helmet distorts his voice so it sounds more mechanical, throwing you for a loop and unable to understand what he said before your brain catches up.

He's speaking in English.

You're almost embarrassed that you couldn't recognize it, but you'll blame that on speaking only in Japanese for more than a year and the awful audio distortion he has going on.

"We're just spending time together. When did hanging out become illegal?"

"Okay, better question," He leans towards you slightly, and you get the feeling he's glaring beneath that mask of his, "How'd you get on this roof in the first place?"

Ann steps in this time with an overly enthusiastic voice, "We uhh… took the stairs! How else would we have got up here?"

Of all the times you wished she could pull the miracle acting that she showed during Sae's Palace out of her ass, now is definitely one of those times… Not that it would help much since Red Hood is one of the best detectives in the world, but you might be able to survive the encounter.

He takes a step back to lean against the wall behind him and crosses his arms over his chest. It gives you both more room to breath, but despite his lax stance you know you wouldn't get anywhere if you tried to run.

Hood cocks his head to the side, humming before responding to Ann's earlier evasion, "Try again."

You and Ann share a glance, lost on what either of you should say. You're not about to tell him that you landed here from a different universe, drove your cat from the amusement park to here in a different reality, and used an app on your phones to switch to the normal world. Though you don't think he's going to leave you alone until he gets a more truthful answer.

Then he looks over to his right and holds his arm out as if beckoning someone closer, "If any of you can provide answers too, I'm all ears. It's not every day people appear out of thin air on deserted property."

You and Ann follow his line of sight to see Ren and Goro standing a few meters away. Both looking completely unaffected by his presence, with Ren acting completely laid back and Goro falling back into his prince persona. You assume the rest are close by and just out of sight.

Goro smiles, and speaks in a tone as light as air, perfectly tailored to be as inviting as possible, "We're just a little lost, and don't have the internet to check maps on our phones. We hoped coming to the roof would give us a better view to find something we'd remember"

He has a slight accent when he speaks, enough to make Red Hood's head tilt, but he still manages to capture enough charm that it shouldn't matter. It still unsettles you how easily he's able to slip back into this performance like a second skin, and how equally good Ren has gotten at acting indifferent to everything around him. Though as good as they are, Red Hood is still a world class detective.

It's a stare down for a while, and you're not entirely sure what to do about it. Red Hood only said "Is that so?" in reply to Goro's statement, before leaning against the wall and doing nothing. None of you know what you should do in this situation. Ann is about to say something despite the silent protests from everyone when the door suddenly swings open.

"Guys! One of the people we have to watch out for is in the building! He snuck up on me and tried to pick me up while—"

It's Morgana that busts through the door behind Red Hood, speaking irritably about something that happened while he was scouting, before coming to a full stop when he sees you're not alone up here.

"This your cat?"

Red Hood kneels to the floor with an outstretched arm, but Morgana only pins his ears against his head and backs away, jumping onto Ren's shoulder with a hiss.

"Pretty smart for one." He comes to his full height again, forgoing leaning against the wall to stand there with his hands in his pockets, "How'd you train him to do scouting missions for you?"

That makes all of you and Ann hesitate, and Morgana nearly pierces Ren's skin with how tightly he's holding onto him, but Goro doesn't falter. He rapidly blinks his eyes a few times before responding in the same tone he used earlier.

"Pardon me?"

That's when someone else walks through the door. His shorter stature and permanent scowl instantly recognizable as the Bat's latest—and most likely last Robin.

It's just your luck to get both of the incredibly violent ones on your ass isn't it?

His eyes lock onto Morgana and takes in his stance before directing his attention to Ren, "What training did your cat require to become as skilled as he is? I watched him open closed doors, lock picking one of them, and survey each room with intimate knowledge of stealth above that of a basic cats instincts."

Morgana face falls the longer Robin goes on, and Ren has to keep him still so he doesn't fall off or pounce on the kid. He struggles to come up with a reply though, as he's had much less use for memorizing much English outside of exams.

"… He's different?"

You let out a sigh and fight the urge to pinch the bridge of your nose, "This has gotten ridiculous."

Ann's in a very similar position to you, "Tell me about it."

It seems Robin heard your complaining, and snaps his head in your direction to retort in perfect Japanese, "If any of you could stop lying and evading our questions then we wouldn't still be here."

You're not surprised he can speak the language so fluently, with barely any hint of an accent as well, but his attitude is annoying.

Red Hood sighs, muttering under his breath about not taking the time to learn Japanese then addressing Robin, "Just tell me what they said afterwards."

There's no point in trying to avoid answering them any longer. If they're together, then who knows if the others are nearby. It wouldn't be hard for them to share information either if their own Oracle is currently on duty.

There goes any potential plan to lay low.

"You wouldn't believe us even if we told you."

Robin scoffs, thoroughly offended in the lack of faith but still tampering his anger, "We'll be the judge of that."

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All anyone really wanted to divulge was that you were from another universe. Having the Bats help you get back was one of the best things you could hope for while in Gotham. Red Hood and Robin didn't exactly believe you though. They didn't not believe you, but they needed a little more evidence or to do their own investigation. You didn't want to give all of them your entire hand, but them going to the Bat and put you under surveillance wasn't ideal, so you silently agreed to bring them to the Metaverse. Doing it this way you could tell these two more info without it immediately going to anyone else in their coms.

Explaining the Metaverse was a more… difficult matter. With this being a different universe there's a lot of "at least, that's how it worked in our world" and firmly reiterating there's certain names they can't say, but it obvious you've caught their interest. Especially Red Hood's.

"Tell you what. We won't tell B-Man about this or how all of this works. In return," Red Hood, "We're using this to take down the clown."

To be honest, you want nothing to do with this universes Joker,

"There's no way we'd be able to keep this a secret from Sir. Vengeance."

"You're right," He's quick to agree, but doesn't change his stance, "That don't mean we gotta tell him what we're doing."

"He's gonna flip his lid."

"Who cares. He's always got a stick up his ass."

"We don't want any trouble with him."

"I won't let him give you shit."

You sigh and turn to the rest of your team, "The clown's a maniac. He's probably committed every crime under the sun, excluding becoming a Nazi. The world would be better if he changed, but… you've seen what Gotham thinks of that man's crew, you can imagine how much worse his palace would be." You look away, lost, "He's scum, and I don't really want to be close enough to even look at him, but if you want to, I stand by you no matter what."

The rest of the thieves all think it over before turning to Joker. Not wanting to make a hasty decision, he gestures to Robin for his opinion.

He shrugs his shoulders and replies with an almost bored tone, "I'm willing to go along with this plan. If what you say is true it's one pest forever off the streets. If not, then it's not like anyone would miss him."

Joker contemplates for a while before looking to Crow for his own opinion. He only receives an eye roll in return, so he holds out his hand towards Red Hood deciding to take up his offer.

Hood grasps Joker's hand in his before pulling him towards himself and holding him under his arm with a laugh, "Lookin forward to working with you."

𝐕𝐀𝐌𝐏𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐂 | wk: 397

pairings. vamp!batfam x gn!batsib reader

warnings. these are just general ideas/hcs I had for the batfam, not a fic. death, murder, general batfam content no specific series or iteration.

What if…

• Bruce came from a long lineage of vampires, and the people who murdered his mother and father were vampire hunters.

• After his parent's murders he finds out from Alfred that he's a vampire, and that Alfred was also a vampire.

• Time skip to him adopting Dick

• Instead of Dick becoming orphaned and getting adopted by Bruce, he dies alongside his parents. Only to be brought back by Bruce biting his neck and turning him into a vampire.

• Insert conflict between Dick and Bruce about him only saving Dick and not his parents as well + possible survivors guilt; this leads to him going off to do his own thing after his days as Robin ( + him not wanting to be in Bruce’s shadow )

• Incomes Jason's tragic tale

• I think he’d be one of the few non-vampire Batfam members since he got brought back by the pits

• Alfred, Bruce, Dick, Tim, Damian, Cass, and Duke would all be vampires in this au. Steph, Barbara, Jason, and Reader would be some of the few humans they’d have around.

• Damian is half demon half vampire (insert -Damian- alpha/single/emo/half-demon/vampire/prince)

• Tim would come from a line of vampire hunters, getting turned into a vampire one night by accident and being taken in by Bruce (idk much about his lore & parents so let's just say that he ran away or they disowned him but couldn’t bring themselves to kill him) 

• I think Damian’s introduction would be the same

• Same with Cass but her parents would be vampires.

• I think Bruce would have a rule in place similar to the “No killing” rule, just that they can't drink human blood

• Reader is introduced to the Batfam by accidentally stumbling across it during a rainy night, stereotypically breaking into a “what seems to be abandoned mansion but is actually the home to a bunch of immortal vampires.”

• They couldn’t turn away a weak–half dead human, so they take them in and let them stay “temporarily”

• Obviously their stay was not temporary, over the few days that the storm rained over Gotham, Reader grew close to the members of the batfam.

• They all came to a unanimous agreement to keep them there, even if they had to hide their identities (both vampire and vigilante)

• Possible yan au / or something with obsessive themes

aaaaa sorry for this being short and booty, I wanted to get a post out & write some more but my laptop keeps lagging whenever I do anything. Ill def go back n edits some stuff :((

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00. spiderwocky ── kid-buggy

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index. prologue , chapter one , chapter two , chapter three ... to be continued. based on this

your head slams against the mech’s ceiling, and your vision blurs for a second. a troubled robotic voice keeps reading out statistics, leftwing engine down, visors breaking off, remaining web fluid at 17%, and enemy still engaged.

you have to wince, pushing your head against the whiplash, slamming a half-ripped off metal leg at the large metallic eyeball staring keenly in your direction. mysterio’s been trouble before but… you’ve gotten soft. 

a thin wisp of gas permeates the suit’s vents, and sp//dr’s robotic droning takes an almost human, frantic quality. “air quality has been compromised,” it hisses,  “(name), pulling out of battle is optimal.” you’ve got to ignore it, you think with strain, a thin string of web leaping out at the building behind mysterio, there are people in more danger than you.

pulling harshly on the string, you can hear the noisy clank of metal as the mech-suit’s arm bolts creak under the pressure, and propel yourself at the sphere. and you do it again, to the left, again, from the right, while sp//dr’s voice reads out the remaining fluid clerically.

"16%", slam it into the concrete building next to you, it makes a dent, "15%", swing it into a billboard, people are screaming, "14%", jump up into the sky on your- the suit’s- good leg, "13%" shoot out two strings to the ground besides mysterio-

"12%", slam him into the concrete, shattering the road under him. you’re running out of air. the sphere breaks a little, curling inwards like a cracked egg. you have to disarm mysterio- before he floods the streets with the brain toxin that-

that’s currently bypassed your filtration systems.

the suit takes a staggering step towards a boy inside the vessel, his head encompassed by a globe of white, a single eye etched and staring. you barely hear his “you’re taller in person”, more focused on another voice whispering to you.

 ‘make me nothing’, it says, it’s your father's voice. no, it’s sp//dr’s voice. a hand reaches up on its own, crushing a drone, ‘i’m a teenage weapon’. it’s your voice, your head, sp//dr. you can barely breathe, another hand sending a drone flying into the thin walls around you. "safe inside the colours", his face looks at you in pity, admiration. 

it’s a familiar look.

you stiffen, your mind clearing to sp//dr’s warnings. ‘i don’t need your love, boy.’ the suit’s arm slams against his skull, and he falls to the ground, with a strangled; “my voice!”. 

the brain toxin begins to leave your systems, flushed out by a steady, furious buzz in your ears, your vision clearing as you approach the man. his face is exposed, a bloody, spectacled and oat-haired figure. he croaks to you; “i hate my voice,” as though you’d care of it, “you don’t know me- i’m just a fan…”

his voice becomes shaky, and he’s struggling to blabber out his words. you’re tempted to web his mouth shut. “but i could have been anything to you…”

“did you ever get the mix-disc i made you?” he slurs, his cracked glasses breaking.

you don’t wake up with a jolt. there’s no chain of anxiety that hits you, no spider-sense going off. you’re well tucked under heavy covers when you open your eyes, rigid in your sleep. not in the suit, you haven’t been in it for a while. it’s sill broken, and you’re not… not at work. not right now.

it doesn’t feel natural waking up in the manor. you’ve been opening your eyes to the posters your roommate put up on your walls, insisting on brighter decor. grown used to waking to sounds of chatter, maybe the radio, or the school bell telling you were devastatingly late to class and would be reprimanded for it.

you’re not used to waking up to neat wallpaper in a dark, old room. in the house you’ve barely lived in, barely wanted to live in. wayne manor is a sad place, and you're suddenly glad they send you away for most of the year.

summer vacations are the most miserable time of the year, everyone being sent home or off on vacation with their parents until they come back for next term. all the time you're stuck going to a manor you don’t want to be in, in a city you’re close to hating, with people who’ve made it too obvious they don’t want you here. they never say it to your face. but you know well enough.

but- but this time it’s different. this break, you won’t go to trouble tim with a puzzle you’d hope would interest him, one he’d take from you with a nod, and never think about again. you won’t go watch jason sneak into the pantry from a distance, trying to muster up the courage to talk to him and inevitably fail each time, as he swiftly left again. you won’t even offer to ask alfred if you could help him tend to the garden, only for him to smile pitiably gently at you and ask you if you’d 'rather not spend your time having more fun elsewhere'.

this time, you have work. something to do. someone to be.

you take to sauntering awake to a little desk in the corner of the room at five? four? in the morning, and sliding the drawer open to pull out a thick and scrappy diary. you’ve been writing in this since they first sent you off, since you were nine. 

"SP//DR BOT" graces the page you flip to, in bright paint-marker-blue. the picture of a poorly sketched, vaguely-humanoid mecha-suit follows, on which you scrawl with a drying pen. for the last seven months you've had someone to be. so you'd best get to it; kid-buggy.

₊˚⊹ a/n : first fic i've planned up to completion,, let's hope all goes well!! let me know if you want to be in the taglist <3

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