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Lone Warrior pt.2

summary :reader is put into emergency foster care after a tragedy , despite living with the Wayne family for a bit , reader takes it upon herself to move away and start anew since she clearly wasn't welcomed , after many years have passed Damian finally joins the family and after a particular spat w his father he finds himself in reader's room and an interest in them has sparked.

a/n : tysm for the love on the first post hope u enjoy !!33

part 1

" Y/n ?" Damian asks as he turns to Alfred , his face morphs into a mask of confusion . He has resided in his father's mansion for three years, and never has he heard of someone by that name ever being mentioned . He stared at Alfred curiously as he shuffled through the door and steeled himself to sit on the dusty bed .

Another reason that bewildered Damian to the core - he knew Alfred personally tended and cleaned all of Wayne Manor regardless if a space was used often or not so for this room to be neglected in this state itches at his mind .

" Y/n is one of your older adopted siblings Master Damian." Alfred begins . Damian huffs - ' Seriously, another charity case his father had to take pity on ? ' he thinks as his mind grew bored - the initial interest being lost . " Y/n was adopted around the time Master Jason had passed, and before Master Drake joined us," Alfred continued , paying no heed to Damian's uninterested look.

He rolls his eyes , " That's nothing special, Pennyworth. Besides, where are they if they're my supposed adopted sibling ?" Damian asks pointedly . Alfred goes silent for a few moments , wringing his worn hands together as he looks everywhere but at Damian .

" We do not know where Master Y/N is " he finishes - voice going soft . Damian quirks up an eyebrow, " Thats insane Pennyworth surely we have an inkling where they are - hell, we know where Jason is whenever he's being all pissy and distant !!" Damian exclaims .

" Master Damian , Master Y/N left when she was 14 without saying anything to anyone," Alfred explains as he stares at your bed with a face of longing . Silence draws out between them - Damian is too shocked to say anything . " Did father not bother to look for them ?" He asks carefully.

Another beat of awkward silence passes between them before Alfred answers with a quiet ' no ' . Nothing is said between them again for a while . " Why " Damian questions in disbelief - it's too uncharacteristic of his father to simply forget one of his own children - he is batman - batman always has a plan for everything - always thinks of possibilities- always solves anomalies - so why hadn't father cared enough about this ? About you ?

" I am afraid Master Name and Master Bruce never clicked seeing as ...they never once conversed for the scarce years she lived with us " Alfred shakily answers - it as if the thought of you haunts him deeply - maybe you do - maybe you do haunt the old man after all in his eyes you were the only normal child he had the pleasure of raising in Bruce's ward.

Damian says nothing , just walks around the room until he stops at an old portrait of a young girl - what he presumes a younger you . It's worn down from the years and pile of dust . Damian takes a good look at you , notes your dead eyes - dead eyes that reflect indifference to the world around you with hints of pain and endless suffering burrow within . Your hair is loosely tied behind with a ribbon behind . You are noticeably not smiling , even when you hold a giant ice cream cone in your hands - just a dead pan look staring back at him.

His hand caresses the portrait with care - he wonders what you are like . ' Were you someone kind ?' . ' Someone who takes and cares only for themselves? ' . 'Were you a born genius or hard worker type ? ' . 'A hero or maybe a villain ? ' . ' Were you a go with the flow person or practical?' .

' Why were you so unheard of ? ' , ' Why hadn't Father , Grayson, or Drake told him about you ?' So many questions he wants to demand but all left unanswered . " Tell me about them, Pennyworth." Damian demands , turning around to look at the old man .

Pennyworth sighs as he runs his hands along the sheets , " They were quiet - not the awkward type of quiet , the observing type - they didn't say much about themselves - only briefly mentioned her parents and life before . She was an incredible student , straight A's and incredibly independent .....in fact - I've never had to clean up Master Y/N because she insisted I hadn't because of my elderly age ....... she loved gardening and making little water fountains for the strays and the birds that used to come by . She loved apple tarts and loved to swim, but if K recalled properly , she hated whenever people talked about Arkham Asylum . " Alfrdd recounts.

Damian takes it all in - you sound complex - an enigma , sound so unlike himself and his siblings but alike at the same time . " Why did they hate Arkham Asylum?" He asks , intrigued . ' Were you close to Tood ?' , ' Had something happened to you for you to be there ?'.

" She never said - just ... expressed how inhumane Arkham Asylum is, " he finishes . Silence passes between them as Damian ponders on the response . " I must leave now Master Damian to prepare dinner," Alfred excuses himself as he leaves the room promptly.

Damian pays him no mind , eyes glued to your portrait with determination. There is something inside him that prompts him to take it - a siren call begging him to find you and if he's learnt anything in life - he knows it's best not to ignore a gut feeling .

With determination , Damian swipes your portrait, hiding it in his pocket before leaving .

Y/N sits on a rooftop , overlooking the vast skyline of distant skyscrapers . Each moment is precise as she she carefully tracks her target, leaving a store . Y/N uses the advantage of the setting sun's bright light to align her sniper's magnification on the target's neck . - A perfect disguise as the target wouldn't see her coming unless he wants to risk his eyesight .

The gun of the sniper is pressed against her cheek while her trained hand rests on the trigger as she patiently awaits the perfect moment . The target fishes out his phone and begins to converse while walking past an open dumpster - here, she carefully takes point and shoots .

She watches with a muted look as her target halts in their actions , blood spills from his head as he falls dumbly into the dumpster . " Great job agent 15 , a job well executed," a voice buzzes through her earpiece . Y/N tucks her sniper back into its discreet brief case before answering, " Thank you, agent 17 , permission to clock out for today's mission ?" Y/N asks into her intercom , the sun setting behind her in a beautiful arch as the wind blows past her .

" Permission granted , please return to base 15 " agent 17's motherly voice chimes in before cutting out . Y/N takes a good look at the setting sun - thoughts of her mother and father come to her mind - she wishes - she wishes she can cradle them both and comfort them with the knowledge that their daughter is putting a stop to crime but she knows it's wishful thinking - she knows mothers far too insane and father has long forgotten her but still - she's determined to prevent what's happened to her , happen to another person. Determined to save an innocent life from walking down the road she has .

With that , Y/N looks back at the setting sun's one last time before jumping off the rooftop and disappearing into the evening's abyss .

Damian sits in front of the bat computer as he busily types away . The batcomputer scans through hundreds of possible pictures of what Y/N would be grown up to look like now , another monitor is combing through the internet archives trying to find any presence of her .

He groans in frustration as a monitor displays another 'error' - ' how can a computer capable of decrypting alien tech be so incapable and useless when it comes to finding a missing person?' Damian thinks as he runs another program.

He leans back in the seat - exhausted and tired , it has been three hours and he has yet to find anything about you - not even your old school records, not even your own birth - it's like you were seamlessly erased from the earth and it does nothing but fuel his intrigue and nagging gut feeling to find you.

' Were you trafficked?' , ' Were you murdered and thrown away to rot in a ditch?' , ' Or used in some illegal organ transfer ?' So many thoughts course through his mind violently like a tornado.

He silently curses Bruce and Pennyworth in his mind -' how can they possibly allow a 14 year old girl to run away ? ' . ' What made her run away in the first place ?' . So many questions but no answers .

Damian was suddenly ripped out of his dilemma when a monitor began to go off . His head eagerly whipped towards it - almost snapping his neck at the pace . There on the screen , displayed a blurry security footage of a figure leaping off a building and disappearing into an alleyway along with your portrait from earlier - a 40% guaranteed match as the software compares both hair properties and the blurry closeups of your faces .

Damian's eyes widened in eagerness as he enlarged the footage and immediately ran it through software to find the footage's location . He feels his heart beat rapidly - this could be it - he could have found you ! - he might actually have done something, not even batman could do. Pride and accomplishment swell within him as he watches the loading screen complete and there - his answer to all his past questions display as bright as day , ' Russia ,Rostov-on-Don ' .

" Russia ?" He murmurs a bit confused . ' How did a 14 year old girl get to Russia of all places ?' He questions . He looks back at the blurry footage of what might be your figure leaping off the building and disappearing into an alleyway . Whatever the reason is , he is going to find out - he is going to take this sliver of hope and find you himself ." I am coming for you, sister," Damian declares as he promptly begins his preparations for Russia.

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Am I Enough ?

summary : Alfred unexplainably dislikes a certain Wayne member and is hellbent on making her life as miserable as it can get .

What does it take to make a person break ? What does it take to make a person want to pull apart themselves from within ? What makes a person want to drown themselves in an unimaginable abyss and let its infinite darkness swallow them hole ?

Well, if you asked name, it would be watching Alfred treat every other family member with the utmost respect and love, but when it comes to her , he is cold and unforgiving .

Sometimes , name sits in her room and reflects - sometimes she thinks she's being dramatic - taking things out of portion . Maybe Alfred hadn't made her any dinner like everyone else because he was tired ? Maybe he didn't offer to patch up her bleeding wounds because he had to tend to Tim's scar ?

Name can't tell you how many excuses she had made for that man and his odd behavior towards her . Was it because she was a product of Bruce's one night stands ? It has to be impossible because he treats Damian with utmost care despite their constant back and forts and his own creation.

Is it because she was abnoxious ? That would explain the glare he shot her whenever she spoke during dinner . She tried - lord knows name - tried apologizing to the older head so many times over the years she has lived and served under Bruce Wayne, but the older head would always dismiss her .

Name pretends it's not a big deal - a pathetic attempt of dealing with her problems, but what else was she to do ? Alfred was so loved and appreciated in this family that if she dared speak something ill against him - she shivered and dreaded the consequences .

She already knows what they would tell her , " Name, don't be so dramatic Alfred has served us for so long be appreciative" , " Name , not everyone has to like you , I thought you were more mature than this " , " Name , you can't be this ridiculous ".

Thoughts like these swirl around her head like a violent tornado whenever she so much has a silver of confidence to approach anyone on the topic . So, name feigns ignorance to the topic . Whenever Dick questions why Alfred can't simply drop her to school , name just lies about wanting to walk to school and back instead .

Whenever questioned why she cleans up after herself instead of leaving it to Alfred by Stephanie, name just laughs it off to being independent. She gets weird looks from Jason every time she shuffles a sandwich she made for herself for dinner , instead of the five-star meal, Alfred made them .

She always made excuses for that man, but lord - those that man hate her . She remembers in 8th grade when she felt sick, and she opted to stay home that day . Around noon, she had entered the kitchen for a drink when Alfred spotted her and began his berating.

" Name Wayne , your father spends thousands behind your tuition not so that you can discard it so recklessly to be a nobody." Name was so embarrassed that she simply shut herself in her room after that.

To make it even worse , Alfred had complained to Bruce about it right after, and she got a lecture from him too about how important academics were . That wasn't the worst of it - the worst was when she had her guy friend over in the library to study for an exam, and Alfred spotted them and accused her of being a hooker .

Any bits of sympathy and respect she held for that man died that day . Since then, they've been icy to one another , always sneering and glaring at one each other whenever they can .

Name is happy to report that since she turned 18 , she has long since left the mansion and has been living her life in New York . Far away from Gotham , far away from Alfred and far away enough to live her life without some old geaser up her behind .

She till works for Bruce, always sending over whatever bit of intel she found to him or Tim. Years passed like this, and name has yet to visit the manor since , to the point it's a running joke between Jason and Dick that he himself visits more than her .

The batfam likes to joke about every year around that it would take a ' Christmas miracle ' for name to show up, not knowing that Alfred purposely doesn't send her any invitations or the way Tim always suggests " we can make name bring the mash potatoes so she hasto join us ! " During Thanksgiving dinners .

As much as Bruce laughs and entertains the jokes , he always wondered why you never came , always wondered if they harmed you someway or how that made you want to distance yourself from them.

It all came down to a week before Christmas , and the batfam was busy helping preparations and ensuring the safety of Gotham was at its best this holiday . Bruce had just come back from patrol and was busy typing away at his computer when Alfred approached him with dinner.

" Alfred please prepare a room for name " Bruce says after a few beats of silence have passed . Alfred stills - almost dropping the platter of food . " Excuse me Master Wayne but what ?" Alfred asks - too shocked - too stunned by the request . He thought he gotten rid of you for good why - why now ?

Bruce raised an eyebrow at this , " I asked for you to prepare a room for Name , I have invited them over for Christmas " Bruce says once again , this time his voice firm . Alfred blinks his eyes - he can't belive it - can't grasp the fact that after all these years Bruce still cared about you of all people .

Before Alfred can even argue about it - Damian and Dick whom overheard the conversation eagerly approaches them . " Hmph my competent sibling would make this Christmas snowball fights ever so more winnable for us " Damian says with a smirk- he's already plotting in his head the shenigans the both of you can do to poor Jason.

Dick rolled his eyes but had a cheesy smile plastered on , " No way in hell you got name to come back home old man " Dick laughs out as he ruffles through Bruce's hair . Bruce stares at them all with a pokerface , " I personally talked with them and requested their presence this Christmas and told them it was non-negotiable "

Dick laughs , " You're treating them like they're Jason and would rather ship themselves to the sun than come home " . Damian nods his head to this , " My sibling is more competent than that idiot " . A batrang is then thrown at his head to which Damain eagerly dodges .

" SHUT UP YOU LITTLE GREMLIN " Jason shouts in the distance , Tim's laughter echoing right after . A fight begins to ensue and Bruce returns back to his work - ignoring everyone while Alfred is stood there frozen in disbelief .

A week passed a name is standing in front of the looming mansion. Nothing has changed since the day she left - especially the scowling old man awaiting in the foyer for her . " Good evening Alfred " Name greets him as she removes her coat and hangs it on the hanger . " It would of been a better evening if you never came " Alfred says before walking away . Name scowled - ' why does he always have a stick up his behind ?' She thinks as she invited herself inside.

' Also what was the point of waiting for her if he'd just walk away ?' Name thinks to herself as she seats herself in the dinner table . " NAME !! " Stephanie exclaims at her arrival. Beside her , Tim embraces her and Jason flicks her forehead .

" Name welcome back " Bruce greets her at the head of the table . Name smiles at her dad - a sense of happiness fills her , after years of celebrating the holidays alone or among friends , she's happy to be back home amoug them.

" We missed you name like Damian literally cried when you left " Dick says with a giggle . Damian angrily shoves him off his seat , " Shut up grayson that literally never happened " .

Name laughs but was interupted by a Alfred's cough. " Dinner is served masters " he says as he places plates in front of everyone except name . " Where is Name’s plate ?" Tim asks - breaking the comfortable silence . Everyone turns to Alfred who quickly feigns ignorance . " Apologies Master Drake I am afraid I forgot Name was visiting and hadn't prepared anything "

Bruce and Damian both quirk their eyebrows in confusion because all week - they've both been talking about your arrival how can he simply forget ? . Name awkwardly laughs , " It's alright everyone I'll make myself a sandwich-" She tries to excuse herself but is stopped when Jason angrily bangs his hands against the table .

" This is absolutely ridiculous Alfred I know you hate them but to be this petty?" He argues . Silence envelops the table - name stunned because how the hell did Jason know about any of this ? How did he notice ?

" Jason that's a wild accusation -" Tim starts but Jason cuts him off . " No listen - I don't know how none of you ever noticed but name always has to make their own food - I've never seen Alfred cook them anything " Jason points out .

The table is silent again . " Alfred why is that ?" Bruce asks . Alfred fumbles abit but clears his throat . " Name prefers to make her own meals " he lied . Everyone turns to name who's practically sinks in her own seat from the heated stares .

" Is this true Name ?" Bruce enquires sternly . " Yes ?" Name pathetically lies and curses herself internally. Damian glances at her and then at Alfred . " What is the meaning of this Alfred ?" He orders . Alfred has to steel himself from within before answering , " nothing of the sort master we just don't get along " was his excuse .

Silence draws out once more . " Why ?" Dick asks as he looks between you both . Name stayed silent before answering, " I don't know what I did - I tried apologizing but nothing changed " .

" Wait name !! " Bruce calls after her but it was too late she had already left, never to return home again .

Alfred shoots her a harsh glare , " It is because this family can do without her existence " and with that Alfred leaves the room without another word . Silence once again draws out but was broken by name pushing her seat back . " Was nice having dinner with you guys but I must leave " she says before hurriedly making her exit .

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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Hihi I am in the process of making one it's just for some reason tumbkr refuses to let me post it. I'm so sorry for the inconvenience!

I’ve been waiting so long to request a part two to the story you wrote where Makarov learns he has a daughter and takes her from her mom. Like especially if said daughter puts up a fight and tries to refuse everything he gives her.

Cw: DARKFIC, kidnapping, forced relationship, tell me if I missed any.

“милая,” Makarov - or your father as he liked to call himself - sighed exasperatedly, his dark eyes glued to your figure, “You’ll eventually need to listen, the world isn’t a safe place.” [Darling]

He watched you roll your eyes, acting like a petulant child despite the years you’ve spent by his side. Five years in and you still fought him at every turn. You were studious, smart and quick-learning, but you feigned oblivion - faked stupidity - just to enrage your tutors enough to force them to leave, if not, you’d force their hand by thinning their already strained patience until they cracked.

He’s been forced to hire different tutors again, and again, and again, the unending cycle of hiring and quitting weighing on his mind more than it did on his wallet. Although they left within the first few months, Makarov learned that you had caught on, however small you were taught was ingrained in your mind. Perhaps not a photographic memory, but a fast and good one.

“And that’s because of who, huh?” you scoffed, crossing your arms and slouched on your chair, the plush fabric moulding to fit your shape, “Cuz last time I checked, I lived a perfectly safe life with mom.”

You stared idly at the plate, the perfectly cooked steak with sauce and spice peppered with perfection and vegetables decorating the sides as if your diner was a piece of art. You always complained about what a waste of time and money it was to be spending on embellishing food when it’d end up disfigured and cut and digested, but to him, it was all about the image. Maybe it was different for you —it certainly was. Everything in his organisation was about the strong image he held, and you were just a part of it: his rebellious and angry daughter, but smart and independent, quick on her feet and silver-tongued with her words.

That made him the proudest. How people underestimated you, spoke in Russian and let a few secrets slip when they were near you simply because you’d never bothered to speak the language or hadn’t grew up beside him. Everyone knew you were his bastard-turned-princess daughter, but you looked like an angry child, moody and childish, untaught and too western to understand them.

“You weren’t, милая,” he shook his head, cutting into his medium rare steak, admiring the pale red that oozed around the cut, “It’s safer for you here —with me. They would have found you, perhaps not then, but later, one day.”

He couldn’t afford losing a piece of himself to his enemies or allies-turned-traitors, to willingly hand them his precious child. So he reached out first, took you in and made sure you were taught from the best. Where you lacked in ballet and dance and piano, you excelled in academics and martial arts. You fought him on it, but still attended these class, knowing that it would only help you. You were stubborn, but not dumb, something he loved about you.

“Eat, you have a new tutor coming in an hour.”

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saiki reader x batfam shenigans

꩜ .ᐟ I start my morning like any regular person - waking up to the sound of the ceiling falling apart - wait a minute. WHAT ? I quickly teleported off my bed into the hallway, and I immediately saw my Jason fall from the ceiling , crash landing into MY bed .

Mind you , this is MY bed that's covered in filty debris now . Jason coolly shrugs off the debris and looks at me, shocked, " Morning ( reader) nice bed you got." I scowl , " Of all places you could of inconvenience me you picked here ?"

Jason opened his mouth but closed it as soon as Tim came running into my room , screaming his head off . " Omgbruceisgpnnakillusifhefindsoutwetriedenteringintoanotheralterrealityagain" he says in panic as he frantically tries pullout of whatever left of my bed . " Ayo, calm down. I'm sure (reader) can fix this," Jason assures him.

I shot him a glare , " Why do I have to fix your mess ?" . " Because you our super amazing lovely incredible loving sibling " Tim pleads. I gave him a glare too and lord behold walks in Dick with Damian in tow . " Is everyone alright -" Dick asks as he asses the situation.

" It appears Jason's fat ass fell through the ceiling about time he manages to fall through the floor boards," Damain says with a snare . Jason throws a debri at the child who screams and hides behind Dick. " Okay, seriously, why does everyone like to disrupt my peaceful mornings ?" I complain.

" Because we love you," Jason says confidently . " I don't." Damian retrots , " No one asked for your opinion, " Tim sasses . " Okay - everyone stop fighting let's all fix this mess before Bruce gets back " Dick says in attempt to bring order . " Great , I'll be in the kitchen " I say as I go to teleport away.

" Oh no you don't this is a team effort (reader) " Jason complains as he tackles me to the floor. " What is going on here " came Bruce's voice as he appears behind Dick and Damian's form in the figure.

" Daddd" Dick nervously chuckles out . " Father it is all Drake and Todd's fault -" Damian says with a smirk . " I am going to sell that damn child -" Tim complains while glaring at Damian . " Heyyy Bruceeeeee nice uhhh weather we got righttt ?" Jason attempts to distract away from the mess in the room.

Bruce stands there and watches us with an exhausted look. " All if you are grounded " he says firmly before walking away . " WAIT I DIDN'T DO ANYTHING " protested all of us in unison . " You are all grounded and that's final " Bruce says with finality before he disappears behind the corner.

Everyone sighs in frustration. " I'm not paid enough for this," I mumbled out as I teleported myself to the kitchen to hopefully at least enjoy a coffee jelly . > ⤙ < .

Hello! I readead Die Young and i love it! Also, I was thinking how Dick and others will react when find out Y/N is dead meanwhile they're having a family time together, i need to know.

Sorry if my english is not good, english is not my first language, thank you very much <3

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Thank you for your ask and your English is very good !!

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I genuinely believe that the batfam as a whole would be a mix of emotions. Angry because Bruce & Alfred literally hid the fact they had a sibling , remorse for the manner mc died and honestly concerned for Alfred & Bruce.

As much as batfam wants to pry more about mc - Bruce and Alfred would never talk about them - not because they hate the mc or don't want to tell batfam about them either - as seen Bruce often wonders if mc would like them and Alfred still integrates mc into batfam's life with their favorite treats.

Bruce & Alfred won't talk about mc because just thinking about them brings them both too tears - brings them too a deep emotional vulnerability that neither is ready to share with anyone .

They both mourn mc in silence - I'd like to think it's their sick way of coping with mc's death - having that control about how to mourn her . It's unhealthy - unhealthy - to mourn someone the way they do, and batfam tries to convince them both to see a therapist .

Though I doubt a therapist would help - because when mc died Alfred and Bruce lost a piece of themselves that cannot be replaced - mc came into a sensitive time for them both - Thomas & Martha's death feel so fresh , Bruce was loosing hope and him and Alfred were getting distant with each other , things were looking down and then suddenly god sends them both this cute little girl that brings them both together and finally Bruce and Alfred can call themselves a family only for her to brutally taken away from you.

It also doesn't help that mc can not be revived with the Lazarus Pit because she's been dead for so long and Bruce doesn't want his little girl going through anymore pain than she's already been through.

I feel like mc's death will bring batfam closer together though , they realize that life is short and fragile and that they should cherish each other more - differences aside . They'd join Bruce every death anniversary in visiting mc's grace to pay her respects- talking to her and telling her about what's going on in the family.

It's a touching moment for Bruce and Alfred when they do that because they know mc would of loved them .

Individually - the most impact is Jason - he knows how painful death is, and to know that level of brutality happens to a child, much less his sibling makes him feel angry and sorrowful.

Steph and Dick feel very protective of mc despite everything - they both have experience losing a child/sibling and feel sympathy for Bruce and Alfred - they both understand how painful it is - the blame the shame , the regret that haunts you.

Damian and Tim are sympathetic - Damian more so than Tim , both are usually not affected by gruesome deaths - trials of being an assassin and working on cold cases so much but what touches them is the fact that mc had a life , dreams - mc was a literal angel and it disturbs them that they ahd to die like that.

Cass & Duke - both are sympathic but are angry - they actively blame the teacher for mc's death - like how do you watch a child get brutalized like that and do nothing ? They feel a strong sense of injustice whenever they think about it .

The dead haunts me

Pt.3 of Damien x Tokyo Ghoul sib. Reader

-> Read part 1 , part 2 here

──► after the death of his beloved sibling , Damien Wayne sets out hellbent on seeking his rightful justice even if it means betraying the world , betraying his family , and betraying them .

Tw : mentions of human abuse , mention of animal abuse , attempted self-harm , blood , gore , dark obsession

April 7th 2009 ,

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April 8th, 2009

Today, I was allowed to peak through the window again , I got to see a Robin !! I wish I had wings as beautiful as the Robin. It's such a pretty shade of brown like the hot coco mama used to make on Christmas. If I were a Robin, I would fly as high as the clouds, and I'd never fly back down ! I only got electrocuted five times today , maybe because of yesterday ..... but hey, at least I got to see a Robin today !

April 9th , 2009

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April 10th , 2009

I failed another test yesterday . I couldn't do it , the dog was innocent, and she had little heartbeats in her tummy . I didn't wanna kill her , she was someone's best friend , someone's mum, even if she was a stray dog. The dog looked so scared, so I hugged the dog ! But I don't think they liked that because they hit me a lot . But it was okay because I kept hugging her because I didn't want them to hit me . Then he shoved me off her - I promise I tried , I tried to get up, but he pushed me down with his foot . He then.... ate her .....he ate her, and her blood was all over me . It's my fault she's gone , it's my fault she's dead - I'm so sorry, mummy , daddy, I didn't wanna be a monster .

December 15th , 2016

I made a new friend named Damien ! He's really cool . He has two awesome katanas, and he let me touch one ! I accidentally cut my finger, but that's okay ! We've been good friends for a while , apparently, he's Mr. Wayne's birth son, which is really cool. Imagine having batman as a dad ! Anyway I have to go on patrol with my new friend now !

February 4th, 2017

I cried on my new friends shoulder today , was pretty embrassing, but he hugged me back, and he was super warm !! I accidentally stabbed a suspect - it wasn't supposed to happen, and it was reflexes I swear because he came out of nowhere . Tim called me a monster because of it as the suspect was gurgling and bleeding but honest it wasn't my fault, and plus, he had an assault rifle ! Thankfully, Damien was there to back me up, and he told Tim off but still I feel so bad I didn't want to be a monster but Damien hugged me and promised me that we aren't monsters , we just grew up differently than them .

These entries are the property of Y/N Wayne .

Damien couldn't tell you the last time he slept . Everytime he closed his eyes , the vivid memory of y/n's dead form laying there bleeding in that field replays before him liek a broken record - sometimes in the dead of the night he can hear them calling out to him for help only to but immediately cut off abruptly like that night.

Whenever he's not pouring through countless articles about Arima or what happened that night, he's pouring through Y/n's life entries to the point he's memorized every page since its the one thing that has him grounded to earth anymore.

It's been a year . A year . And nothing, he couldn't find anything about Arima , nothing about the organization he works with , nothing about what happened to you that night, and he's bloody gone mad . It's like whatever happened that night vanished .

He asked - no begged Bruce on his hands and knees , till they were bloodied and bruised to help him search for you and even he - even he couldn't find anything about you . He feels so incredibly useless , mad , angry, somber, and tired, but his mind won't rest until he knows - until he's has avenged you.

Damien finds himself in their room again - like clockwork , his body unconsciously takes him here everytime , he doesn't know why but his body always guide him back here , to a home that's no longer here . He crashes on your bed and sobs loudly.

He sobs and screams his heart out before his lungs burn, and he has no more tears . Bruce stands in the doorframe as he looks at his son's disheveled form . He steps in carefully and approaches his sullen form. He doesn't know if Damien wants his company to begin with, but he shows no signs of being disturbed .

" Damien, we will get to the bottom of this, and we will arrest the culprit. It's just gonna take time -" Bruce says as he rubs Damien's back in a soothing manner . " Arrest them ? I'm going to bloody murder whoever it is, " Damien seethes out as he clutches onto the bedsheets in anger.

Bruce scowls . " They wouldn't want that," he muttered out . Damien stills underneath him before kicking him square , sending Bruce flying into a wall . " YOU DON'T GET TO SAY WHAT THEY WANT," he screams back.

Hearing the commotion , Dick runs into the room and makes a beeline to his father . " Damien what the fuck -" he curses as he helps pick up his father . Damien seethes , red is practically all he sees at this point .

" Damien - we both know they don't like death - what makes you think they'd like it if you took another's life " Bruce says between coughs . Damien shoots him a glare. " DON'T PLAY SAINT WITH ME BRUCE , THEYRE DEAD , THEYRE GONE BECAUSE SOME SICK FUCK AND IF YOU HADN'T HELD ME BACK THAT NIGHT THEY'D BE HERE WITH ME " Damien shouts as he punches the wall next to him.

Dick sends him a glare . " You're absolutely gone mad." Damien gives him a sick smile , " I've gone mad long time. You're just now realizing it." Bruce's shakes his head as he leans against Dick for support . " Don't do this, Damien , don't go down this road," Bruce pleads with his son. Damien shakes his head. " Because of your - no our incompetence , following your pathetic morals , trying to be nice , trying to be diplomatic, they're dead so no father. I WILL BE JUSTICE , I WILL BRING IT , I WILL FORCE IT UPON GOTHAM AND YOU ALL SHALL BARE IT , Damien promises before vanishing off into the night.

Blood stains his shirt , his hands , his face as he moves through the night skillfully, leaving a bloodbath in his wake. The once quiet night of Gotham was now filled with pleads and screams of criminals. Damien decided that since he couldn't find out who did it , he might as well eliminate all possibilities...permenantly.

Bodies were left bleeding out , some were twisted and mauled beyond recognition as Damien carried out his reign of justice . Damien had just finished dismembering a child predator when he heard someone approaching from behind him .

Without any hesitation, he spun around and threw a knife at them. Silence filled th air before the figure emerged from the shadows , knife caught skillfully between their fingers with a stark face . Arima stood before Damien with a cold look.

" You're as messy as a ghoul , almost like them," he states coolly before throwing the knife back Damien's way . Damien dodges it and sends the man a glare . " You," He seethes as he unsheathes both katnas . " Me," Arima confirms as he pushes his hands into his coat. " Why?" Damien spits out . "Why them.." he pleads.

Arima stares at him blankly. " They're like any other ghoul in my world. They're monsters that deserve to die , a monster that had to be put down, " he finishes. A breeze blow between them, and Damien feels himself giving in to blood thirst.

" THEY WERE A GOOD PERSON," he said defensively as tears began slipping down his cheeks. Arima says nothing for a moment and just stares at him . " Damien , sooner or later, they'd become a danger to your universe when they eventually gave in to their urges " he says with a matter of fact tone.

Damien lunges at him , ready to dehead him, but Aima kicks him into a building with heavy force . Damien let's out a pained groaned as rubble crumble upon him like a tidal wave . " They would never eat humans," Damien says as he struggled onto his feet .

Arima simply adjusts his glasses . " They won't but that ghoul inside them would of." Damien lunges after him again, but Arima blocks him with his hand. " People like them are made into monsters." Arima starts as he blocks another one of Damien's jabs . " People like them would pray to God every night and cry their lungs out asking the world why they are the way they are," he continues as he continues dodging Damien's attempts to kill him.

Damien gets angrier the more he speaks and the more he dodges and attempts to pierce Arima in his eye like he did with them but arima simply holds his blade in a tight grip and kicks the other out of his hold sending it flying elsewhere. " There is no hope for people like them but death," Arima says as he stares into Damiens' eyes . Damien curses him out, but Arima ignores him.

" Tell me , you claim to love them so dearly, yet you hurt them more than I ever could that night." Arima finshes before he throws Damien against a wall . This time , Damien couldn't get up , he's too tired, too sore, too beaten - all he could do was cry pathetically.

" I didn't - I never hurt them i-" he stammered. Arima stares at him , " You did , you kill all of those people - curse them for cruelty they never deserved - tell me - you loved them so dearly - you know they hate seeing death so why taint their soul with the death of so many , " Arima finishes before he disappears into the abyss leaving Damiens broken body to weep alone .

" I didn't- I did it for them , I did it for them , all for them - I- love them - i still do - I- y/n my beloved you know I mean good - your big brother was just protecting you , I still am - my precious sibling I'll fix everything -" Damien says between broken sobs . In that very moment , his bruised hand picks up his discarded knife and pierces his own eye with it .

" Don't worry sibling - they don't understand my intentions - they don't get what I've done for you " He stammered as his blood bleeds down his figure . Damien lays there broken , swearing to avenge them over and over like a broken record .

At that moment, Batman landed on the nearby building before his gaze lands on Damien's broken father. Batman immediately grapples to his son - immediately phoning Alfred for an ambulance. " Damien, what have you done " Batman questions as he picks up his son's broken figure.

" Justice, father," Damien replies with a smile . Ambulance wails in the distance as they approach closer. " No , Damien, you became something they would never want , a monster," Batman says as he grapples them away .

Pt. 4 or do yall want more on their relationship???

Yandere Damian x Darling shenigans

yan damian and his darling just chilling :

Damian : jokingly, my love, if you had to be with another man other than me, who would it be ?

Darling : * thinking*

Damian : *sits up* beloved , there shouldn't be any man to replace me for you to be thinking like this long-

Darling : well there is this one guy-

Damian : *whips out a knife* that's it I'm killing this man -

Darling : *oblivious* You actually know him !!

Damian ; *pissed* I swear to God if it's Dick or Jason I will personally hang him

Darling : *confused* what no it's your grandpa .

Damian : *silent* .....Thomas Wayne ??

Darling : *silent and blushing* .....no it's Ra' Al Ghul....

Damian : *too stunned*

Darling : LISTEN I CAN FIX HIM-

Yall gotta hear darling out -