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Yandere Batfam x Neglected Reader x Yandere Al Ghuls

Pt 4.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Damian?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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summary: due to Bruce distancing himself from reading and seeing other women - batfam has to watch their mom willow away.

For the twenty-five years, Bruce and Name have been married together - Alfred has never seen Name so withdrawn - so detached . He watches every morning how Name's frail body maneuvers around the kitchen making her own breakfast -

God knows how many times he's asked that stubborn woman to allow him to cook for him but she has always refused him with a quiet smile and a wave of hand. He watches her glide around the kitchen- a woman of once poise and grace reduced to her fumbling with simply holding a cereal box.

Alfred could never pin point where it had all went wrong in their marriage - they were both high-school sweethearts- their marriage was beautiful- he'd know because he had honored it himself. To see them so distant aches his heart.

Alfred knows Bruce has a mission - to save Gotham- a mission that seems ever lasting - a mission that had consumed him entirely to the point it took him over . It took away his relationship with his kids and his own wife .

Alfred would always shoot him disapproving looks when he sees Bruce being too flirty with Talia and Selina - he blesses Name's heart for loving Damian all the same like she has with all her other kids but Alfred notices since then she is virtual never in the same place with Bruce.

She no longer goes to galas anymore , no longer makes public appearances - maybe its because Bruce always had a different arm candy every other night. It's gotten so bad that even the kids started realizing this - Damian , upon realizing his birth had broken down in Name's arms one night - pleading with her to love him - that he's sorry for being born.

Alfred remembers Name cradling the young boy in her arms all night and assuring him he's the best thing Bruce ever made and that she would never blame him for Bruce's actions. Since then - the young boy has always stuck to Name - every morning, he'd affectionately hand her daily medicine and would always help her wrap a shawl over her shoulders.

Tim and Bruce began arguing - particularly because Bruce starting leaving the massive work of W.E for Tim to handle- it came to a head one night when Name and Bruce argued for two hours straight. He remembered how raw her voice was when she yelled at Bruce for overworked her poor son - that he's young and deserves to live and experience his teenage years.

Bruce had argued that Tim had wanted this - that this was what being Robin was about. Jason- god knows Jason and Bruce doesn't get along - ever since what happened to Joker but they argue even worse when it boils down to Name .

Jason was a child primarily raised by Name - she taught him to trust and showed him everything he knew - down to ironing his shirt to tying his shoelace - Name was the mother Jason never had and God could damn for all he cares but couldn't stand to watch Bruce treat her like she was an option because she wasn't - not to him or his brothers.

Jason always made it a point to call Bruce out for his own hypocrisy, himself and Damian always teamed up against him, especially when he was being too flirty with Selina or some random eye candy.

" I suggest you back off harlot , my mother might not kill you, but I will " - Damian when Bruce and Selina were flirting together on patrol.

" I don't give a fuck if ma begs me not to put a bullet in your head , the next damn time I see you talking about her like that I won't hesitate to skin you alive " - Jason when he caught some arm candy bragging to her friends how the 'Bruce Wayne' took her out on a date in front of Name.

God if anyone argues more with Bruce in this household was Dick - Dick was their first child and a child whom lost everything and yes Bruce may of made him robin but name made him dick grayson - bless that woman's heart for having to deal with his tantrums and outbursts when he was younger -

But that woman despite not birthing him was his mother - the woman who literally hugged him everynight to go to bed , the same woman who made his suit for prom by hand and also the same woman he goes to for advice and comfort - safe to say when he heard what Bruce was doing - they argued non stop-

" For god sake, Bruce, you're destroying us - you're destroying our family, and you don't even care." - Dick when Bruce had called you useless because you couldn't walk up a stairs anymore.

Someone from the outside might think they're dramatic, but ever since Bruce started distancing himself from Name and going out with God knows who , Name has fallen into a deep depression - a type of depression that ensnared them in their deep claws and deprive them of what little happiness and energy they have left.

Most days , Name sits on a swing outside and just exists- barely eats , barely talks anymore - how can they ? How can one fathom to be happy when their own spouse is out cheating on you with different people and to make matter worse the public condones it - even more so enables him.

Always publishing some new article of which new model or actress can become worthy of being Bruce's wife as if she doesn't exist. Alfred swallows as he watches her tonight - they're sat stiffly in a velvet love seat , a faint smile on her face, Damian is resting his head on their shoulder, showing them his latest art piece while quietly talking about his day.

Behind her, jason embraces her in a backhug , head resting on her head - his hands sometimes play with the loose strands. Tim quietly sits beside her , his hand holding her free hand - now and again he'd squeeze it . Dick is sat next to Damian on the love seats' arm rest as he prepares her nightly medicine.

Even if the public and her own husband loathes her, name still has the love of her kids and Alfred as always. Suddenly, the large oak doors of the living room are pushed open - the vibrant warmth interrupted as Bruce steps inside .

Damian quiets - everyone looking at Bruce except for Name - she has taken it to state at her hands. " It's time for patrol" Bruce says grufly . No one responds but reluctantly leaves Name side , Jason side hugs her one last time before leaving .

" Yeah, whatever you say, geaser," He says as he shoves Bruce out of his way to go to the cave . Damian glares at his father , " Hopefully, things are taken seriously on this patrol " he insinuated- knowing eyes glaring right at his father disapproving.

Bruce ignores them and stares at name, " Make dinner before we leave " he orders before promptly walking away. Name says nothing - too numbed out a long while to even react. Dick and Alfred himself curses him while Tim is glaring at the closing door harshly .

" Ma I'll order us something don't stress yourself " Tim assures her while ordering Uber eats for them on his phone . Name doesn't say anything but sends him a small smile. " I can't believe I raised that boy," Alfred murmurs as he shakes his head in disappointment .

Bruce may not realize it now but it's too late to fix anything - too late to pull his wife back in and live the happy life they once had - its too late to repair their broken family since the glue that's stuck them all together is fading away .

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pls do not hate a on queens talia & selina they won't do this , theyre too girlboss for bruce anyways

I'm sorry noonie

I WILL SURVIVE BUT NEVER RECOVER

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

part 1 of die young

before you read !!

AWARNESS - info

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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im in DESPERATE need for a part two of pull me in, whether reader dies or LEAVES bruce where the batfam helps her PLEASE. ANYTHING. i NEED to see the regret in bruce's actions PLEASE SOBS... 😖😖😖

I WILL I PROMSIE

Oh, thank you for the compliment.. You're making me blush here 👉👈

-👻anon

gotta spoil my anons somehow 💖

I think I got plot armor.. Remember how I said I didn't review anything? Well, the Prof moved the exam and quiz to next week 😌

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AYOO THATS GOOD

I know it's not really realistic but it's fanfic so hear me out. What if the neglected reader met the joker and became the jokers lil daughter instead?

- 👻anon

Hear me out - he'd be a girl dad ngl like low-key high key he be a girl dad and I bet he takes the opposite to shove it in Bruce's fave how much reader loves him and would take after him and shii

Ik Harley spoils reader rotten like spa day everyday and they both gossip abt how pathetic batfam is .

Also Jason is crying , throwing up in the corner bcz not only did his sister leave him , the family - she left him for JOKER.